| Our first game as the Camo Bandits was to take place at The Front,. We woke up at 0530 and got to McDonalds to rondevues at 0600. When all of our players finally arrived at 0645 we departed for Rayville Missouri and the first real game of our lives. We had an uneventfull trip north, everyone with the game on their minds. We all mentally prepared ourselves for the scenario ahead,. The game would be straight forward: hold bases, eliminate players, and collect their dog tags, aka, poker chips. Not a grand scale production, but intensely fun, none the less. When we arrived, we scoped out the competition with a sense of intimidation. A woman in full BDU's with a Tippmann A-5 with a grey powder coat, flatline and nitro. A man with a custom machined aluminum, breech loading, foam rocket launching tank killer. Almost half of the people there had fully automatic markers while two people on our team were using Triton II's. Only one of us wasn't using a stock marker, and this was our first scenario. We thought we were in for a royal ass kicking. We started off by splitting into teams and to our dismay we found out that Bill Bailey was captain of the other team. Yes, the legendary Bill Bailey, of Bailey's Battlefield. We determined our medics; five per team and two came from my own squad. My little brother Tyler (Mouse), and Andrew ( A- Dizzle) were chosen to be medics, for their speed, agility, and small size. Then we humped it up to Hamburger Hill which coincidentally was up a mountain, and to our dismay, found we were at the entirely wrong base. We loaded into the truck of the field owner, Mark, and drove to the other base, designated as Saigon. We settled in and waited for the game to commence. Our C/O told us to attach ourselves to the guy that was running the anti tank gun, set up in an area thick with underbrush, and wait for the tank to roll by. We did as we were told and the plan worked until we came under the fire of a guy with a full auto A-5 with flatline barrel. We returned fire, then tried to retreat to an area that had more cover. Of course some of us were eliminated, so we walked back to the deadzone, and prepared to be reinserted. When our five minutes were up, we ran up the hill to a base that our team had aquired. We stayed there to help with defense, fought off a few attacks, but then the enemy rallied and pushed for our base. Two of our commrades were eliminated, and I, Commando Kyle, was pushed out of the base. I kept backing up, until my friendly tank rolled around the corner. I followed them back to the base, showering the base with paint, until my air ran out. So I jaunted down the hill to get refilled. Then, as the dead zone released, I found my way back to Saigon and I was put on base defense duty for a while. We fended off a few small attacks, and after what seemed like an hour, lunch was called. We walked from Saigon to the dead zone, where we had parked the truck. We pulled our cooler out from the back, and got into the sandwhiches and water. During lunch we met up with one of the guys from our team, who was wearing a "I bunkered your Mom" t-shirt. He loaned us some anti tank guns and we bought some twelve grams. Then we got ready for the second half of the day to begin. I headed for our base and from there we rallied to go take the Techno Dump, a base located about midfield. As we went, the enemy tank did a strafing run at us. I set down my gun and readied my cannon. I hid in some brush and waited for the tank to get close enough... but then the ref stopped the game. He thought someone was firing anti-tank paint from their marker. When no culprit was found, he started the game again, and the tank was already gone. I got my gun back, and went with everyone to go take the base. We came up over the hill and saw our tank and the enemy tank circling each other, trying to make an elimination. The enemy tank was taken out, so we started to run the clearing, which was longer than a football field. When we neared the base, I started to spray cover fire. I usually fire pretty quick, but unfourtunately something in Matt's gun didn't agree with my style or the paint I was shooting. It got jammed up, so I took the walk back to the deadzone. On the way I saw my dad, Chris, taking out an opponent that had tried to sneak up on the back of our forces. I got to the deadzone and took about ten minutes to clean out and fully re-oil Matt's Spyder. I got it ready as a few of my teammates had reached the deadzone. Then I found out that Saigon was in need of reinforcements. I took my anti-tank gun and headed out for Saigon. I got there, and dug in. We heard the tank moving for our base, and infantry in the woods around us. Now, let me explain my predicament. I have about 20/200 vision, and that is nearly blind without glasses. Unfourtunately, my glasses always fog in my goggles. So, I have to play without them. In the woods that makes target aquisition nearly impossible, since everyone wears camo. So really, I don't like being stuck in a base, because there is no way to move around, and figure out where the opponent is. Luckily, since Final Conflict, I got contacts. I think they are really going to improve my game. Well, we were surrounded, and the tank rolled up on us, parked outside our base, and started to unload. A kid on my team and I were stuck in the middle of our base, wich is basically a tall plywood box with windows and a small door. The kid ran out of air and I called myself out because I couldn't see and because I didn't want to get hit by the tank. So, I walked to the deadzone...again. We heard Saigon had been taken, so my dad, Jason, and myself decided to go reclaim it. My dad took the lead, and I took up the rear. We slowly crept around to the edge of the field, and circled in. My dad lead us around very slowly, until we were in range of Saigon. We crept in, very slowly and carefully and then, right as we closed in... GAME OVER! Oh, we were pissed. There was only one enemy in the base. We walked to the deadzone where the awards were to be handed out. Our team won and lots of cool prizes were raffled off. We all won something, and everyone got their picture taken. We stuck around for a while doing a couple of small capture the base games. Then we cleaned up the staging area, talked to Mark for a bit, and loaded up the truck, obliterating the last of the Fudge Rounds and Swiss Cake Rolls. My dad talked to Mark about getting a gun, and I talked to him about an old SL-68 II he had. On the way home, we swung by the store, and checked it out. I decided to pass on the SL-68, but a few guys bought some jerseys. We loaded up the Suburban again, and headed for home, reliving battle, and chilling out. It was our first scenario game as a team, and the game that made us decide scenarios would be our focus. It wasn't the largest game ever, or the most complex, but we learned a lot, and came together as a team. We can't wait till our next game. Watch out for us, we have been doing a lot of practicing since then...you will never know what hit you... Commando Kyle |
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