Steve had everything he needed: extra paintballs, pain medication, water, and the 20lbs of hashish he was the mule for later in the day.
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.
Camo infused with red - for blending into the urban jungle. Or, you know, the circus.
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.
John's makeout sessions with the Tang spokeswoman were legendary.
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.
Randall displays his knee juice.
Morgan: I am a banana.
Paka: Does anyone else feel a slight sting in their upper thigh?
After being eliminated in a short round shooting people with his $1000 paintball gun, Sal liked to quietly weep behind his mask.
Guy (chanting): I'm secure in my sexuality. I'm secure in my sexuality. I'm secure in my sexuality.
Motorcycle helmets on sticks were used for target practice. They were, surprisingly, cheaper than pig heads.
The rain made for a muddy battlefield. And the world's most painful slip n slide.
