This happened last weekend and is one of the scariest times of my life. It just shows how unpredictable people can get, even people you think you know, who have held their shit before.
Let me start by saying how well I knew each person. D is a close friend although we don't get to see each other often. I've known him about 4 years and we have tripped together many times. We can read each other pretty good and keep it real.
T, I thought, was a cool guy. Kind of a dick sometimes. I knew him about 3 years but only hung out with him a dozen or so times, usually get in touch with him if I can't find anything myself.
L is T's friend. I know him some from hanging out with T but only have hung with him 5 times or so.
Here goes...
D, L and T arrived in the early afternoon with their gear. I had mine out on the porch and was wiping it off. It was a beautifully designed and trustworthy paintball gun. We were out in the woods at my old place with no one home for the weekend.
T pulls out the other gear. A 10-strip of green geltab cid and a big 8th ounce bud. "This is going to be some game guys" I remember saying. They smile and we chat a few minutes. We each cut 2 and 1/4th hits off, me and D give T 20$ and down they go, around 3pm. T explains how he had taken one last week and it was strong stuff with intense tracers. I was a tad apprehensive with this dose, but I figured I would be having too much fun to get put into a bad trip.
So off we go, into the woods back to my old paintball base setup made out of sticks and logs. It has bases set up on each side of an old unused dirt road, the road being like a valley 10 feet down from the bases. Me and D took a side and T and L went on the other. We plan to play 10 minutes then stop. We put our masks on and I called "Start!". By this time it was around 3:30 and I felt it pretty good. There was the anxiety like feeling mixing with the excitement I had for the game. It felt a tad wrong though for the situation but I figured it was just the comeup. I don't like comeups.
Me and D just sat low behind our base. It was funny that the battle began 2 minutes before yet no one had fired a shot yet. So I break the ice. I stand up and let loose about 20 shots at the other teams base, striking a head and hearing an "OW". Then all out war breaks out. T and L both lean up at the same time and rapid fire our base. I got shot 3 times in the chest and side of the mask before I could sit down. The pain surged through me strongly. D got hit in the head twice hard. He yelped then leaned over the side and fired rapidly back. At this time my adrenaline is pumping and everything looks strange. It feels unreal and almost like I'm in a real war.
D calls out 10 minutes, so we take our masks off and join on the road. We talk enthusiastically about how awesome that was, etc. Then we set off for our new game, hunter and the hunted. Me and D go as the hunted first at my request. We walk down the road about 200 yards and go off into the woods about 40 feet. We are to ambush them as they sneak up the road. As we hide behind some brush and trees, I start to feel very strange. Things all around me start to melt and I lose concept of some things that I stare at, such as a crazy looking plant. It just wasn't registering in my brain "plant", it was just some crazy abstract object. D's mask was melting and tracering some and he looked like a swat team guy that was here to arrest me.
"I'm feeling fucked up are you?" I ask him. "Yea man this is some strong shit, this feels like a real war, its insane". Then I remember why we are there, we are playing paintball and two people are now hunting us with balls that hurt like hell (I forgot to mention we maxed our guns velocity out meaning they are 350fps +, this was T's idea)
I feel nervous. I then see them coming in the distance. I feel like I have to destroy these guys so they don't shoot me as much. "Don't worry we have the advantage" D whispers. "But we gotta lay into them quick and hard or we'll get fucked up in return". We make a plan to signal each other with our hands so we can both run at them and open fire at once. Then there they are, hand signals a go...
We run at them and fire more rapidly than I have ever seen or heard. Maybe it was the sound tracers but I know it was damn quick shooting too. They fire back a few times randomly but get slammed. They fall down and scream. One of them flops around firing more random shots and even hits his buddy laying next to him. We kept firing too. I think it was hard to stop shooting cause we were on so much adrenaline and one of them was still shooting. "STOP YOU MOTHERFUCKERS, AAHHHHH!". Then we stopped. I dropped my gun in shock. T and L lay there covered in paint. They had each been shot over 25 times for sure. They just laid there rolling around moaning in pain and anger. Me and D look at each other shocked wondering what the hell we have done.
We apologize intensely. But they won't have it. They are pissed at us, and I mean severe. D says "lets go back to H's i'm tripping so hard." We all were. And I was paranoid, shaken up, tripped out and in no condition to keep playing. I wanted to stop. This wasn't fun, this was too intense. I was seeing colors everywhere, and not just from splattered paintballs. Everything came to life overintensely.
"No. We aren't going back" L yells. "Thats right. You fuckers are going to go hunt us or we're going to fight you with fists." I had never heard either of them get mean towards me so it gave off some quite bad vibes. "Ok, lets go". I tell D. It was the only thing I could think of to do.
They walk off down the trail while we look the other way, as it was the rule. And we were surely not going to break any rules because they were so pissed, theres no doubt in my mind they would fight us. The acid and getting shot up by two trigger happy aggressors had strung them out bad. In a way I didn't blame them but I was scared.
We head down the path very slowly. D covering right, me covering left. I was going to freak out. I just wanted to run away and hide under my bed. This was insane, why are we playing this game?, I thought. It was hard to see through my partly hazed mask and through the wiggling woods. Patterns were popping out everywhere that looked like people aiming at me. It was the most fucked up patterning I've ever gotten. I could tell they weren't real but some made me stop in my tracks. "I can't take this anymore, this is too much," D says. "I think we should run". "No be quiet lets stick together, if they come at us we must keep shooting back not fall like sissies" I say. I start to feel more aggresive. They did fall like sissies, although understandably so. It wasn't our faults, they should have defended themselves, I thought.
Then I hear it. On my side of the road. I almost had time to elbow D. 20 feet in front of me, only about 10 feet off the road, which broke the rules, there they were. They fired first. Whap Whap WhapWhapWhapWhapWhapWhapWhap Smack WhapWhap Smack Smack Smack Smack! Balls whack into us with intense burning pain. I fire back 2 times at them then take off running for cover. My back gets pelted with about 15 shots. I yelled in pain and dived for cover down a bank. I hurt my knee on the ground.
D screams loudly like he is getting killed as many more WHAP SMACKs are fired onto him. I hear quick steps coming towards me. I raise my head and gun and fire at them very quickly, like machinegun fire. L yells and fall back, suprised and very hurt. I laid about 10 more rounds into his legs and ran into the woods. He moans angrily and evily.
Pain sears me all over but it is faded. This is one hell of an intense adrenaline rush that kills most pain. I do a half circle to try and rescue D who is moaning, yelling and coughing. I walk quietly and low then duck behind a tree with a good view of them, which was about 100 feet away. T was flipping out.. He yelled how do you like it! WAP WAP WAP into D at about 3 feet away.. He also had D's gun in his hand shooting D!
I got sick. I almost threw up at the sickening behavior that was going on. It scared me a lot too. L was limping back to where D and T was. He put his gun on D's crouch and yelled "H come here now or we will really fuck D up severely! GET OVER HEEEERE!" He yelled like an animal. This was just too crazy for me. I couldn't keep it cool. WHAP! "AAAAAH!!! HELP!!!STOP!" D screamed. I silently load up another 100 rounds. My air tank was cold from all the shooting. It felt nice to touch. I was tripping intensely but this stressful situation was "sobering me up" to a funcitonal level. I don't mean sober, but able to think and function. Amazing what the mind can do.
I lay down in the dirt at an angle they couldn't see me. I rub dirt on my mask and clothes then slowly crawl over to where they are, moving from tree to tree going only like 10 moves a minute. Time was going to a standstill. They just stood there shooting and abusing D, occasionally yelling for me to "get back here pussy!" thinking I had run far away. How they could do this just showed me how much animals they were, acid or no acid.
The bank I had jumped behind was about 5 or so feet below the road, and only 10 feet or so from them. It was on the opposite side they ambushed us from. I finally got close. I mean real close. I was shaking. I thought they might find me by my heartbeat. By the time I got at this point, about 15 feet from them, they were sitting by D, who was laying on the ground silently. T had his foot on D's back. They were smoking cigarettes through their masks but holding their guns. I laid there behind a tree. "Revenge is sweet," T said. He sounded like a criminal. I sensed L nod. "Are you awake buddy?" L said. WHAP! "Mmmm!" D moaned and pouted some. These guys weren't my friends. We had only hung out a few times and they seemed cool. But I was conned, these guys are evil men. Fucking scum. I wanted to tear into them. And I did, with the help of a force I can't explain but I believe(d) it was divine.
I stood right up with my gun aimed at T. He was hitting his cigarette. I shot his hand as it was inside his mask and kept shooting. They yelled, very startled, and right away L began shooting me. I couldn't feel it though. It was like little pillows wacking me. I hit T about 10 times in the lower jaw, face, hand and neck then turned to L. He kept shooting into me fast. We were only 15 feet apart. I walked towards him as I fired. I could see fear in his eyes. He covered his chest, dropped his gun, then took off running. T reached in his pocket for something and I ran at him shooting. He fell back and then suddenly D jumped up and started kicking the shit out of this guy. AAHH! he yells and sounds like hes gargling on blood, although I don't think it was. I drop my gun to the side and take my mask off. D tears T's mask off and yells "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING?!" then gives his face a hard fist. He falls back down and closes his eyes, 'smiling' in pain. I dig in his pocket and pull out a flip knife and weed. I kick him hard and pocket both.
We start dragging this guy T back to his car, which was about 50 meters away. D helps and holds his gun hunting for L. L appears sitting there on the ground by the car with his hands up. He has his paint soaked shirt off and his chest and back are marked by many insane welts.
We set T up against his car. I tell to D "go get their guns, i dont want them coming back for them, I'll be fine here". I stare down both of them. T just rolls his head around in pain and L sits there nervously pretending hes wiping dirt off of him. D comes over and throws their guns down hard, which had the balls removed. He then aimed his at them. "Now get the fuck out of here now unless you want some more" he said frantic sounding. T slowly crawls into his car as L limps to the passenger side. They drive away quickly.
It was around 7pm when we went back in the house to try and chill. I am pretty nervous and think that these guys might come back with a weapon so I keep my 357 snub handy. Me and D take turns showering and relax, smoke some of T's bud. I get paranoid but manage to put some trance on and have a good talk with D.
The next day T calls me. He says he is sorry, getting shot up like that and being on acid "unleased the animal within" and that he wasn't pulling his knife on me, he was pulling out the weed as a truce (which I know is bullshit). He then said I can keep the weed (which I was going to anyways). I told him they acted like little kids just because they got their ass kicked in paintball. T said now don't get bitchy with me about it I said I'm sorry. I said "fuck off and grow up" and hung up.
Yea, I'm pretty shook up about this one. I hate having situations like this with weird people. And this is the worst one. I've had crazy people on drugs flipping cause they don't know who they are or what they are, but these guys knew what they were doing. They beat the shit out of D, and he is still bad sore a week later. I'm still sore too in the back especially so at least I know T and L are. I counted 33 welts on me, 7 were opened wounds. D didn't want to know, but from the looks it was 60 or so with maybe a dozen open wounds, many of them ran into each other and were doubled and tripled.
The only good thing that has come of this besides learning a lesson about not trusting people, is that me and D are much closer friends.
Let me start by saying how well I knew each person. D is a close friend although we don't get to see each other often. I've known him about 4 years and we have tripped together many times. We can read each other pretty good and keep it real.
T, I thought, was a cool guy. Kind of a dick sometimes. I knew him about 3 years but only hung out with him a dozen or so times, usually get in touch with him if I can't find anything myself.
L is T's friend. I know him some from hanging out with T but only have hung with him 5 times or so.
Here goes...
D, L and T arrived in the early afternoon with their gear. I had mine out on the porch and was wiping it off. It was a beautifully designed and trustworthy paintball gun. We were out in the woods at my old place with no one home for the weekend.
T pulls out the other gear. A 10-strip of green geltab cid and a big 8th ounce bud. "This is going to be some game guys" I remember saying. They smile and we chat a few minutes. We each cut 2 and 1/4th hits off, me and D give T 20$ and down they go, around 3pm. T explains how he had taken one last week and it was strong stuff with intense tracers. I was a tad apprehensive with this dose, but I figured I would be having too much fun to get put into a bad trip.
So off we go, into the woods back to my old paintball base setup made out of sticks and logs. It has bases set up on each side of an old unused dirt road, the road being like a valley 10 feet down from the bases. Me and D took a side and T and L went on the other. We plan to play 10 minutes then stop. We put our masks on and I called "Start!". By this time it was around 3:30 and I felt it pretty good. There was the anxiety like feeling mixing with the excitement I had for the game. It felt a tad wrong though for the situation but I figured it was just the comeup. I don't like comeups.
Me and D just sat low behind our base. It was funny that the battle began 2 minutes before yet no one had fired a shot yet. So I break the ice. I stand up and let loose about 20 shots at the other teams base, striking a head and hearing an "OW". Then all out war breaks out. T and L both lean up at the same time and rapid fire our base. I got shot 3 times in the chest and side of the mask before I could sit down. The pain surged through me strongly. D got hit in the head twice hard. He yelped then leaned over the side and fired rapidly back. At this time my adrenaline is pumping and everything looks strange. It feels unreal and almost like I'm in a real war.
D calls out 10 minutes, so we take our masks off and join on the road. We talk enthusiastically about how awesome that was, etc. Then we set off for our new game, hunter and the hunted. Me and D go as the hunted first at my request. We walk down the road about 200 yards and go off into the woods about 40 feet. We are to ambush them as they sneak up the road. As we hide behind some brush and trees, I start to feel very strange. Things all around me start to melt and I lose concept of some things that I stare at, such as a crazy looking plant. It just wasn't registering in my brain "plant", it was just some crazy abstract object. D's mask was melting and tracering some and he looked like a swat team guy that was here to arrest me.
"I'm feeling fucked up are you?" I ask him. "Yea man this is some strong shit, this feels like a real war, its insane". Then I remember why we are there, we are playing paintball and two people are now hunting us with balls that hurt like hell (I forgot to mention we maxed our guns velocity out meaning they are 350fps +, this was T's idea)
I feel nervous. I then see them coming in the distance. I feel like I have to destroy these guys so they don't shoot me as much. "Don't worry we have the advantage" D whispers. "But we gotta lay into them quick and hard or we'll get fucked up in return". We make a plan to signal each other with our hands so we can both run at them and open fire at once. Then there they are, hand signals a go...
We run at them and fire more rapidly than I have ever seen or heard. Maybe it was the sound tracers but I know it was damn quick shooting too. They fire back a few times randomly but get slammed. They fall down and scream. One of them flops around firing more random shots and even hits his buddy laying next to him. We kept firing too. I think it was hard to stop shooting cause we were on so much adrenaline and one of them was still shooting. "STOP YOU MOTHERFUCKERS, AAHHHHH!". Then we stopped. I dropped my gun in shock. T and L lay there covered in paint. They had each been shot over 25 times for sure. They just laid there rolling around moaning in pain and anger. Me and D look at each other shocked wondering what the hell we have done.
We apologize intensely. But they won't have it. They are pissed at us, and I mean severe. D says "lets go back to H's i'm tripping so hard." We all were. And I was paranoid, shaken up, tripped out and in no condition to keep playing. I wanted to stop. This wasn't fun, this was too intense. I was seeing colors everywhere, and not just from splattered paintballs. Everything came to life overintensely.
"No. We aren't going back" L yells. "Thats right. You fuckers are going to go hunt us or we're going to fight you with fists." I had never heard either of them get mean towards me so it gave off some quite bad vibes. "Ok, lets go". I tell D. It was the only thing I could think of to do.
They walk off down the trail while we look the other way, as it was the rule. And we were surely not going to break any rules because they were so pissed, theres no doubt in my mind they would fight us. The acid and getting shot up by two trigger happy aggressors had strung them out bad. In a way I didn't blame them but I was scared.
We head down the path very slowly. D covering right, me covering left. I was going to freak out. I just wanted to run away and hide under my bed. This was insane, why are we playing this game?, I thought. It was hard to see through my partly hazed mask and through the wiggling woods. Patterns were popping out everywhere that looked like people aiming at me. It was the most fucked up patterning I've ever gotten. I could tell they weren't real but some made me stop in my tracks. "I can't take this anymore, this is too much," D says. "I think we should run". "No be quiet lets stick together, if they come at us we must keep shooting back not fall like sissies" I say. I start to feel more aggresive. They did fall like sissies, although understandably so. It wasn't our faults, they should have defended themselves, I thought.
Then I hear it. On my side of the road. I almost had time to elbow D. 20 feet in front of me, only about 10 feet off the road, which broke the rules, there they were. They fired first. Whap Whap WhapWhapWhapWhapWhapWhapWhap Smack WhapWhap Smack Smack Smack Smack! Balls whack into us with intense burning pain. I fire back 2 times at them then take off running for cover. My back gets pelted with about 15 shots. I yelled in pain and dived for cover down a bank. I hurt my knee on the ground.
D screams loudly like he is getting killed as many more WHAP SMACKs are fired onto him. I hear quick steps coming towards me. I raise my head and gun and fire at them very quickly, like machinegun fire. L yells and fall back, suprised and very hurt. I laid about 10 more rounds into his legs and ran into the woods. He moans angrily and evily.
Pain sears me all over but it is faded. This is one hell of an intense adrenaline rush that kills most pain. I do a half circle to try and rescue D who is moaning, yelling and coughing. I walk quietly and low then duck behind a tree with a good view of them, which was about 100 feet away. T was flipping out.. He yelled how do you like it! WAP WAP WAP into D at about 3 feet away.. He also had D's gun in his hand shooting D!
I got sick. I almost threw up at the sickening behavior that was going on. It scared me a lot too. L was limping back to where D and T was. He put his gun on D's crouch and yelled "H come here now or we will really fuck D up severely! GET OVER HEEEERE!" He yelled like an animal. This was just too crazy for me. I couldn't keep it cool. WHAP! "AAAAAH!!! HELP!!!STOP!" D screamed. I silently load up another 100 rounds. My air tank was cold from all the shooting. It felt nice to touch. I was tripping intensely but this stressful situation was "sobering me up" to a funcitonal level. I don't mean sober, but able to think and function. Amazing what the mind can do.
I lay down in the dirt at an angle they couldn't see me. I rub dirt on my mask and clothes then slowly crawl over to where they are, moving from tree to tree going only like 10 moves a minute. Time was going to a standstill. They just stood there shooting and abusing D, occasionally yelling for me to "get back here pussy!" thinking I had run far away. How they could do this just showed me how much animals they were, acid or no acid.
The bank I had jumped behind was about 5 or so feet below the road, and only 10 feet or so from them. It was on the opposite side they ambushed us from. I finally got close. I mean real close. I was shaking. I thought they might find me by my heartbeat. By the time I got at this point, about 15 feet from them, they were sitting by D, who was laying on the ground silently. T had his foot on D's back. They were smoking cigarettes through their masks but holding their guns. I laid there behind a tree. "Revenge is sweet," T said. He sounded like a criminal. I sensed L nod. "Are you awake buddy?" L said. WHAP! "Mmmm!" D moaned and pouted some. These guys weren't my friends. We had only hung out a few times and they seemed cool. But I was conned, these guys are evil men. Fucking scum. I wanted to tear into them. And I did, with the help of a force I can't explain but I believe(d) it was divine.
I stood right up with my gun aimed at T. He was hitting his cigarette. I shot his hand as it was inside his mask and kept shooting. They yelled, very startled, and right away L began shooting me. I couldn't feel it though. It was like little pillows wacking me. I hit T about 10 times in the lower jaw, face, hand and neck then turned to L. He kept shooting into me fast. We were only 15 feet apart. I walked towards him as I fired. I could see fear in his eyes. He covered his chest, dropped his gun, then took off running. T reached in his pocket for something and I ran at him shooting. He fell back and then suddenly D jumped up and started kicking the shit out of this guy. AAHH! he yells and sounds like hes gargling on blood, although I don't think it was. I drop my gun to the side and take my mask off. D tears T's mask off and yells "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING?!" then gives his face a hard fist. He falls back down and closes his eyes, 'smiling' in pain. I dig in his pocket and pull out a flip knife and weed. I kick him hard and pocket both.
We start dragging this guy T back to his car, which was about 50 meters away. D helps and holds his gun hunting for L. L appears sitting there on the ground by the car with his hands up. He has his paint soaked shirt off and his chest and back are marked by many insane welts.
We set T up against his car. I tell to D "go get their guns, i dont want them coming back for them, I'll be fine here". I stare down both of them. T just rolls his head around in pain and L sits there nervously pretending hes wiping dirt off of him. D comes over and throws their guns down hard, which had the balls removed. He then aimed his at them. "Now get the fuck out of here now unless you want some more" he said frantic sounding. T slowly crawls into his car as L limps to the passenger side. They drive away quickly.
It was around 7pm when we went back in the house to try and chill. I am pretty nervous and think that these guys might come back with a weapon so I keep my 357 snub handy. Me and D take turns showering and relax, smoke some of T's bud. I get paranoid but manage to put some trance on and have a good talk with D.
The next day T calls me. He says he is sorry, getting shot up like that and being on acid "unleased the animal within" and that he wasn't pulling his knife on me, he was pulling out the weed as a truce (which I know is bullshit). He then said I can keep the weed (which I was going to anyways). I told him they acted like little kids just because they got their ass kicked in paintball. T said now don't get bitchy with me about it I said I'm sorry. I said "fuck off and grow up" and hung up.
Yea, I'm pretty shook up about this one. I hate having situations like this with weird people. And this is the worst one. I've had crazy people on drugs flipping cause they don't know who they are or what they are, but these guys knew what they were doing. They beat the shit out of D, and he is still bad sore a week later. I'm still sore too in the back especially so at least I know T and L are. I counted 33 welts on me, 7 were opened wounds. D didn't want to know, but from the looks it was 60 or so with maybe a dozen open wounds, many of them ran into each other and were doubled and tripled.
The only good thing that has come of this besides learning a lesson about not trusting people, is that me and D are much closer friends.
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