Battle of Adair Park
Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 10:30 am
I met up with the oncoming storm on the way from NC to MS yesterday. Although his friends were not able to make it we still had a good time.
We had planned on doing capture the flag, or maybe a team soakfest, but no one had been able to make it as everyone was still in school at the time. I decided that soakfest was no longer an option considering how deep my spare clothes were buried within all of the boxes of stuff I was moving. By process of elimination that left us with one hit scores.
Storm took my 300. It was the main reason we had met up to begin with, guns for money. Unfortunately there had not been enough room in my car to pack my 2000. I had to settle for the Gorgon. I caught myself laughing at the thought, realizing, "you know you have a good arsenal if you consider using a Gorgon as settling."
We started at opposite sides of the park, near these pagoda like gazebos. They didn't exactly fit in with the rest of the architecture, more simplistic, typical Americana. Kind of like my Gorgon didn't fit in the same battle space as my opponent's 300 - oh but it did.
My plan was simple, sprint to the wooded center of the park and keep my opponent out in the open. This part was easy. I took up position behind a large tree as the oncoming storm tried to sprint his way to a tree on my right. Several quad bursts told him that wasn't going to happen. He regrouped and ran again. I took a risk and moved out in the open, gambling that I could hit him before he could turn to his right. It worked. One nil.
"You are aggressive!" he said.
"Yep." was all that I gave in reply. This time he came straight at me, banking on superior firepower to force me back. His tap shots were impressively quick, but they fell short. I lunged forward, extended my arm and fired a rapid burst of shots. Two nil.
"You're shooting flat, bring it up to 45 degrees." I recommended. This was not to my advantage, but I always welcome a challenge.
Storm's next few shots actually sailed over me. I nailed him again. His aim was a little better after this. I hit him again.
"Four nothing! Really?"
"Well, I think you got me a little that time too, look at my side."
Double kill.
I tried to come at his side again but I slipped on the mud. Fortunately I caught my balance before I fell on my face but it left me vulnerable enough to get hit again. Another double kill.
We were both about out of water by this point and I had to be getting back on the road soon. It was 7 hours from Knoxville to Starkville. I let Storm into the trees at this point just out of curiosity. I returned to my typical wooded defense, you know, moving from tree to tree, trying to get close enough to blast him with the 10x. Storm's accuracy was much better from within 35 feet, so I actually moved back and gave a series of one lunging one handing tap bursts. Hit hit hit!
We were both about out of water at this point so we decided to call it a game. It was a lot of fun and I hope to see oncoming storm again, but next time at a community war.
We had planned on doing capture the flag, or maybe a team soakfest, but no one had been able to make it as everyone was still in school at the time. I decided that soakfest was no longer an option considering how deep my spare clothes were buried within all of the boxes of stuff I was moving. By process of elimination that left us with one hit scores.
Storm took my 300. It was the main reason we had met up to begin with, guns for money. Unfortunately there had not been enough room in my car to pack my 2000. I had to settle for the Gorgon. I caught myself laughing at the thought, realizing, "you know you have a good arsenal if you consider using a Gorgon as settling."
We started at opposite sides of the park, near these pagoda like gazebos. They didn't exactly fit in with the rest of the architecture, more simplistic, typical Americana. Kind of like my Gorgon didn't fit in the same battle space as my opponent's 300 - oh but it did.
My plan was simple, sprint to the wooded center of the park and keep my opponent out in the open. This part was easy. I took up position behind a large tree as the oncoming storm tried to sprint his way to a tree on my right. Several quad bursts told him that wasn't going to happen. He regrouped and ran again. I took a risk and moved out in the open, gambling that I could hit him before he could turn to his right. It worked. One nil.
"You are aggressive!" he said.
"Yep." was all that I gave in reply. This time he came straight at me, banking on superior firepower to force me back. His tap shots were impressively quick, but they fell short. I lunged forward, extended my arm and fired a rapid burst of shots. Two nil.
"You're shooting flat, bring it up to 45 degrees." I recommended. This was not to my advantage, but I always welcome a challenge.
Storm's next few shots actually sailed over me. I nailed him again. His aim was a little better after this. I hit him again.
"Four nothing! Really?"
"Well, I think you got me a little that time too, look at my side."
Double kill.
I tried to come at his side again but I slipped on the mud. Fortunately I caught my balance before I fell on my face but it left me vulnerable enough to get hit again. Another double kill.
We were both about out of water by this point and I had to be getting back on the road soon. It was 7 hours from Knoxville to Starkville. I let Storm into the trees at this point just out of curiosity. I returned to my typical wooded defense, you know, moving from tree to tree, trying to get close enough to blast him with the 10x. Storm's accuracy was much better from within 35 feet, so I actually moved back and gave a series of one lunging one handing tap bursts. Hit hit hit!
We were both about out of water at this point so we decided to call it a game. It was a lot of fun and I hope to see oncoming storm again, but next time at a community war.