April | 2004 | Chicago Force

April 17, 2004 saw Chicago Force return once more to Blast Camp for a day of paintball fun. The paintball gods smiled down from on high and we had excellent weather for the third year in a row. Blast Camp is an excellent field, and Chicago Force thanks them for their courteous treatment, professional attitude, and for building a damn fine paintball field.

We didn’t have quite as many turn out this time, only 16, but everyone there had a blast, from the grizzled veterans down to newest of the newbies who had never touched a paintgun before that morning.

We were graced by representatives from the Quad City Jedi Order and the Indy Knights. Thanks for making the trip out, guys!

It was such a good time that plans are being made to turn paintball into a bi-annual event, with the next session possibly in September. Stay tuned to Chicago Forc Web for details.

Pre-Game

: QCJO represents

: We rock!

: Professional Ref Jeff

: The gang

: Jeff explains The Rules

: “Bad Boys, Bad Boys…” Sing with me now

The Octagon

: Radar chronograph

: Jeff gives out the game rules

: Game on!

: Carrie gets into the zone

: Dave pushes it up the middle

: Small people can hide better

: Casualties start to roll in

: Out!

: Sithman moves up the outside

: Waiting for the next game

: Hawkbat takes an early hit to the skull

: Switch sides, play again

: Blue players walk off field Check out the orange player in the lower right-hand corner, about to send the QCJO to the side-lines

: That last blue is eliminated

: Long walk back to reload

Intermission

The next game we played was “Downed Rebel Pilot”. The Rebels had to escort the downed pilot to a safe area, while the Empire tried to kill him. Getting the pilot out or keeping him safe for a set period of time won for the Rebels, eliminating the pilot won for the Empire.
As I played the role of the pilot, there are no pictures of this game. One team successfully kept me hidden in a corner, while the other team made a bold move to get me out. And it would have worked, too, if I wasn’t so fat and lazy.
Anyway, in all the rolling around on the ground, I thought I lost my car keys. So there are no pictures of the next games, as I spent an hour combing the grass for my ride home. Turns out Dave had them in his pocket the whole time.