Paintball Magazine November 2015 Issue | Page 77

could feel the energy pick up as the night went on. I made my way around camp seeing people that I had not seen for a couple of years. It is like seeing old family members that you have lost touch with. Everyone wondering and asking, what you have been up to and how things are going for you. This is what I love about our community. It is a family. After setting up tents and chatting I hit the pillow for a good night sleep. Saturday morning is the kick off to the event. Camp all of a sudden was full of life and energized. Players were getting their gear ready, getting chronographed and heading to players briefing. You could still smell bacon in the air as the first crack of the markers started firing off on the field. This year was a little different then years past. The game was played with three teams. Added to the mix the third team made up of MagFed players that played the role of the Third Faction. The way this worked was simple; the Faction could be hired to either Ekron or UNA. When not hired they were to create problems for both sides. This made the game unpredictable and challenging, to say the least. If you did not pay attention to what was going on you could be on the wrong side of the Faction’s marker. If you were part of the Faction you had to stay alert for those that might not have received word that they were your hired gun. Communication was the key. I played on the Ekron side with my old teammates, The Suave Bastards. Driving the APC we constructed, we entered the battlefield with authority. Our General Wolf ordered us to push to the front line. This would allow our team to advance further into the enemy territory. As we pushed the front line we could see UNA troops massed to our right side, the game was on. We turned the turret on our APC and opened fire. Crewmembers inside also opened fire through the gun ports on the side of the APC. Team members outside the APC followed our lead and opened fire in the same direction of our guns. The paint was raining down on the UNA. The adrenaline from this attack was uncontrollable.