Darur wrote:
la troca wrote:
Let me hear some of your best snipping stores. The technices that would suprise the novice but even get the pros.
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Well I dont own a snipping store, but I can tell you once when I had a bit too much nasal hair and tried to snip it. I had a flu so it was all stuck together. Tried to snip it and it got all tangled. Hurt like heck.
EDIT : Sorry, no real tips on snipping. Washing out the area prior to cutting helps I guess, maybe a little lemon juice. You could just burn off the hair.
Now if we are talking about snipping plants, thats a whole 'nother story.
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I laughed so hard I actually had to get up and walk around for a minute. I award Darur three happy-clappies .
Now the individual who started this post asked for a sniper story, so I will include one. I should note at this point that while I believe paintball snipers do exist, but are just very rare, what I did in the story below does not qualify. I wasn't a sniper in this situation because I didn't care if they figured out where I was and I had decided to hold my position as opposed to departing before receiving return fire.
The field I play at has a creek that can be crossed on a rough bridge of limbs and rocks. It is possible to go around, but it takes a little longer. We had a bunch of new folks at the field and I had warned them that some jerk was always staking out the bridge and shooting newbies, so when my team went out to play defense, I set up on the bridge to see if they had listened to me. Sure enough, about 10 minutes into the game a group of people (the same ones I had warned) came to the bridge. I let the first one get to the middle of the bridge before I put a single shot into his right side. Someone screamed "there's a sniper guarding the bridge" and the remaining half dozen members of the other team scrambled for cover. I probably could have shot the one that fell in the creek, but I was struggling to hard not to laugh out loud.
At this point, they should have left someone to guard their side of the bridge and found another way around, but instead they became very persistent. After about 5 minutes someone said "I don't see anything, I think he left. You go on across, and we'll cover you." I let this one get almost all the way across before I broke a single paintball on the top of his head. The remainder of his group all scrambled for better cover; which was confusing since he was the only one who had come out of cover.
In about another 5 minutes I heard the same voice again. He said, "We're going to light up the other side, stay low and you'll get across." His team then proceeded to open up blindly on my side of the creek, shredding the foliage with several hundred round, none of which came anywhere near my position. This guy practically crawled across the bridge. He stayed so low that he soaked the front of his shirt, and I didn't have a shot until he got to my side. As he crawled up the bank I fired twice, hitting him in the upper back sides of both his left and right hip.
Another 5 minutes or so passed, then I heard the same voice again. It was practically the same words as the first time, "You go across and we'll cover you." The reply was quick in coming, was very loud and was laced with profanity: "@#^* that, how about you cross and we cover you, @#^%%&*!" There was some further "discussion" on the other side of the creek, then the owner of the first voice came into view. Funny thing was, while he was very willing to send others across the bridge, he didn't seem that anxious to cross it himself. He moved to cover behind a small bush about 6 feet from the end of the bridge, but wouldn't proceed any further. He just kept leaning out from behind the bush and scanning my side of the creek. I decided to hold my fire until some poor sucker got the idea I had left and tried to cross the bridge, but then voice-man leaned out from behind his bush and said "See, it's safe to cross now, go ahead, I'll cover you." At this point I couldn't help myself and shot him twice in the goggles. I knew I would have to move enough to expose my position, but it was worth it. Of course, the remaining players on the other side of the creek opened up on my cover. I just tucked in and watched the bridge. With the way the creek ran and the cover I was using, the only place they had a prayer of shooting me from was the bridge.
Several hundred rounds later, one of the guys on the other team finally moved to a different position on their side of the creek that gave him a visual on me and started shooting at me. He quickly realized he couldn't hit me; the distance was to far for a straight shot and the balls he tried to lob in broke on my top cover. Then he made the mistake of standing in the open. I guess he assumed that since he couldn't hit me, I wouldn't be able to hit him. I aimed center of mass and tripple-tapped the trigger of my Flatline-equipped Model 98. I was almost immediately rewarded by the appearance of bright yellow splotches on his chest and left knee.
For about the next 10 minutes I hid behind my cover and taunted the guys on the other side of the creek to keep them shooting. I didn't take any more shots because no one else tried to cross the bridge. Finally, 3 or 4 guys from my team (which had successfully defended the flag from the other half of the opposing team) came through on a sweep and eliminated my opponents.
Edited Note: For those who are curious, the taunts I used were stolen from the French castle defenders in the movie Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
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