Camo infused with red - for blending into the urban jungle. Or, you know, the circus.
After being shot in the face, Paka was reticent to remove his mask after the game was over. An appeal to his Samoan side, food, was the only solution.
Paka: Wait a minute. 'Not liable for injury, death or involuntary penile amputation.' ?? Anyone got a cup I can borrow?
Randall prepared all of his oil lube, sweet chassis, and tailpipe pickup lines in case there were any hot chicks at the paintball course.
Dead to the paintballing world, Walter took the walk of shame confident that the pornography that awaited him in his backpack would heal all wounds.
Steve explained to the group how, with a red ribbon and some creative knots, one could transform a simple weapon into a fashion accessory.
His ghosts finally caught up with him.
Mike: ..and this is the trigger. Pull this and stuff comes out of the barrel very very fast.
Steve: Hehe, stuff.
Much to the dismay of the men behind the wood barrier, they hadn't paid extra for the 'shoot an unarmed woman' package.
Steve had everything he needed: extra paintballs, pain medication, water, and the 20lbs of hashish he was the mule for later in the day.
John's makeout sessions with the Tang spokeswoman were legendary.
The rain made for a muddy battlefield. And the world's most painful slip n slide.
Mossy rocks made for great cover from enemy fire. The moss, by the way, is not undelicious.
Randall displays his knee juice.
