User blog comment:Gen.Cain/Paint ball stories/@comment-1610535-20100422180603

First (and only) time I ever played paintball. We were deep in the woods. The enemy had the high ground. I had a full cartridge of paintballs, and one bum mask. The guy who lent me the mask forgot to wipe it down, so my body heat was fogging up my sights. I crept through the thick brush of the mid-Autumn forest. It was hard to keep quiet with the crunching of dry leaves and sticks. To my left about 50 meters I hear someone running at me, running fast. I turn to fire and he stops behind a big pine tree. I quickly do the same, and now all that stands between a brutal gun fight to the end was a distance of about 20 meters or so, and trees. My mask. It keeps fogging up on me. I've already taken it off 3 times to wipe it down, and slow my breathing so it won't fog up as fast. I don't have time to take it off again. It's almost to the point where I can't see at all. *SNAP!* ...the sound of a rushing assault from behind the tree I was at. It was time. I ripped off my mask, and stepped from behind the tree and opened fire. To this day it is an arguement on who got who first. But I think I got him.