Some play paintball with reckless abandon, running around, shouting, shooting at everything that moves. That isn’t the game I know and love.
I sit in my enclosure, a tin of carefully selected (and slightly modified) paintballs at the ready. Each one of these beauties will decorate a target and they will know that they were shot by me.
There’s movement about 20 yards off. I scope in and… someone’s about to be shot in the back. I spit out my wad of chew, line up the shot and… gotcha. An acrylic technicolour swirl is my gift to you today.
