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The Element of Surprise: An Airsoft Story
Posted by Maine Character, Aug 30, 2010. 1505 views. ID = 3805

The Element of Surprise

Posted by Maine Character, Aug 30, 2010. 1505 views. ID = 3805
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This post is Part 1 of a writing series titled Airsoft Stories.

It all started when we began the process of our first Capture the Flag match, and I wasn't going to miss out on the fun.

There was Sandman, Doodies, The PUNisher, myself, and my arch nemesis: Ghost.

Ghost, Sandman, and PUNisher where on one team, and Doodies teamed up with yours truly.

There were two pathways that went around the whole field that went into a loop where as on each end of the field, we had the next best thing from flags. . .cans of Monster.

Not really a fair match, but the pieces were in place, and we were ready to play.


Immediately, I noticed some dense pine trees I could get cover underneath, little did I know that my fellow sniper, Sandman had also picked the same spot.

Dashing onto one side of the mass of trees, I hear the dreaded bb's fly around me.

Turning my head away from our 'flag', I saw that Sandman was aiming for his next kill. . .me.

Immediately, I fired in his direction, and miraculously hit him. He wasn't too happy about it, but he was a good sport and went back to his flag to start over. We had unlimited lives until we got the flag safely to our side.


Half of the field was covered in big dark trees, and so taking the opportunity, I instinctively went to them and hid for a few minutes.

All around me I could see the rest of the field. The were all oblivious that ol' Swampy was making a move for his goal. But going across such open terrain with only tall grass to hide me, I knew that it would be a big risk.

I hear Doodies take out Ghost, but I know Ghost isn't done. . .he's never done. I watched him sneakily as he made his way back to the starting point.

I turn to see PUNisher make a move for it, and I promptly take him out, surprising myself with the distance I hit him in. He is thoroughly confused, for he has no idea where it came from, but obediently, he made his way back up the path. Progress was going really well, that was until I turned to find that Ghost had disappeared into the grass. A panic hits me for a moment, and then calming myself, I take a deep breath, and crawl through the tall grass, trying not to make it move, and staying the next thing up from crawling on my belly the best I could.

Looking up I see that the grass thins out into open ground where the flag sits helplessly in the center. I hear a commotion from far off, but do not hear Ghost's p90 in the mix, all I hear is gunfire, and that's enough distraction I need to make a run for it.

Still staying behind the grass, I dash as hard as I can without tripping on my own suit, and staying out of site as much as possible. The grass gets thinner around me, and that's when I hear it:

The quick 'ratatat!' and then the sharp pain in my side.

Ghost was still watching, waiting, and grinning with that wicked smile. He had gotten me, and the score was once again even.

I make my way back to the starting point and become frustrated with myself.

I, despite my descent shaped body, discover that I've been in the shade this whole time, and the sun is melting my forehead into my eyes, resulting in a heavy, burning grease.

with one eye constantly trying to stay open, I decide that I must do something crazy, stupid, something a new guy would do in my situation, but my body is tired, and I am completely worn out. I've got to make one desperate run for it, and I've got to do it now.

With all reason dashed from my mind, I make a run for it, keeping my head low as I run maniacally up the left path, and when I am not fifty feet from my goal, it happens:

Ghost leaps from a bush with a war cry, firing everything he's got at me.

I instinctively scream a battle scream back when I feel it.

A spurt of red flings past my eyes, and I fall backwards still firing.

My first thought wasn't You just made me bleed, or that he hadn't even seen him before I ran past the bush, but it was the thought in my head of: "Wait, you were a HUNDRED feet East of here! How did you get here so fast?!"

I grimly realize that he has he has the upper score, and I must return, humiliated, I return back to my flag.

It was a clumsy, and stupid mistake that I surely wouldn't make again.

"Don't worry Ghost." I mutter under my breath. "I will get you next time."

Tiredly, I run up the path way again, this time, seeing him cross the path onto my left, leaving me completely exposed. I see PUNisher firing his shotgun at me, I fire some shots to keep him at bay and Ghost and I exchange an epic standoff, Just long enough for Doodies to capture their flag. . .

I had lost a battle, but it was Doodies who won us the war.

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This post has been awarded 6 stars by 2 readers.
This post is Part 1 of a writing series titled Airsoft Stories. The next part of this series can be found here: Fields of Oblivion.

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Peter-Twitchell
Aug 31, 2010
i recently learned to play airsoft
   ~Posted by Peter-Twitchell, Aug 31, 2010



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