Paintball: I Finally Know What War Feels Like.

Last weekend was one of kind experience for me, I went paintball with my batchmates.


At first, I didn’t want to participate in a manly recreational sports. Let’s face it, I value my fingers (and well being) over cheap thrills. I’ve also hung my rugby boots, permanently. That day was a special case, it’s not everyday you get to shoot your 13-years-worth-of-friendship away.

I was into airguns few years ago, but the pellets (ammo) were metal and it flies 400 feet per second (lethal). I thought I was quick enough to dodge a paintball since it travels about 250 feet per second or 170 mph (I assume). I was wrong.


One of the toughest equipment to get used to, was the mask. It fogs after a few minutes and limits visibility to 90°. The hilly terrain certainly doesn’t boost agility. But we climbed up and down, shooting enemies at sight.

They say it hurts like bitch, they weren’t lying.

The third game was a memorable one. Our objective were to capture the middle ground (bring the flag to base). I volunteered to get the flag as soon as the whistle was blown.

I ran as fast as I could and got the flag but a few bullets landed. I was considered dead, there for, I had to run back to base for a quick rebirth.

I lifted my hands in the air, waving to cease fire but the enemy kept shooting. I shouted as each bullet connected. It was unbearable. Almost 20 bullets hit me, I lost hope and played dead. Thankfully, the marshal was kind enough to stop the game. I thought I was gonna pass out (due to pain).

Of course, there were few other unfortunate events, like close range shootings which ripped A’s back skin.

All together, about 30 bullets hit me. More than half landed on my fingers (which is still numb). The one that hurts most, was on my chest. I could feel it throbbing every time my heart beats, expected pain from a 10 feet distance.

Here’s a few tips I gathered.

  1. Get a good night sleep. It’s exhausting really. (I slept for 2 hours the night before).
  2. Move in pairs, at least you don’t die alone.
  3. Wear thick apparels if you don’t want bruises on your body.
  4. Wear a glove. Gardening ones would do just fine.
  5. Wear 2 layers of under garment. For future use.
  6. There’s no such thing as friendly fire. It hurts like bitch no matter who pulled the trigger.

No matter how bad it hurts, it’s nothing compared the pain I feel inside. But that’s what cheap thrills are for, to take the load off your mind.

ps: I’ve shortlisted Camus and CincauHangus for the photography event. Will email both the details. Thanks for the participation.

pss: Thanks KNizam for the appraisal.

psss: Picture thanks to Acai.

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