I used to play “scenario” 24 hour games. That was bad ass...ultimate weekend warrior stuff. The team I was on were pioneers in paintball tanks, artillery, and other special weapons, the DoomTroopers out of central Florida.
This is one of the early tank iterations, The Ogre:
This is the Bread Box—the top thing is a rocket launcher. Fired mini Nerf footballs with a 6-paintball “warhead” glued to it (50yd+ range, accurate to within 5-10’):
The Doom Buggy:
Me running with field arty t Camp Blanding MOUT site near Starke, FL (with my armed escorts since I had no small arms of my own). It was freaking awesome to be called to a part of the city that had a firefight going, a sniper or otherwise holding down a squad from a second or third story window...I’d aim that bad boy at the window and paint the side of the building with a pepper shot of 10-15 balls in one shot. The refs would call the whole room dead!
mother shot at Blanding; me peeking around a corner, about to blast a building or tank:
Alas, the glory days of paintball ended when any idiot could walk into WalMart and buy a paintball gun. No respect of gun safety basics, no respect for basic rules of the game...no sportsmanship. The 24 hour scenario games relied heavily upon those pillars. When paintball turned into a “frost your hair some stupid color and slam a Mountain Dew” extreme sport, all those things flushed down the toilet. After having others cross some severe lines of safety violations (including spiking their guns on the field between chrono checks, dry firing guns in the camp sites, and shooting people at point blank range on the field), I sold my stuff and got out before I ended up seriously hurt or in jail for hurting someone else.
I do have some of the baddest-assed fake war stories you’ve never heard!