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Kevin G wrote:

I was at my first tourey ever at Pentagon, the High School challenge. I was in the open class and at the time I had no clue what that was. Well let me tell you, I know now what it is. It's suicide! The first team we played was some new guys like us and we won. We were thinking this is cool we're awesome. Well that all changed very quickly when we met up with a Pentagon young guns team. Holly @^!#!* , we never got to our bunkers. We just looked at each other in amazement, What happend? we'll we heard they were one of the best teams there that day so we pulled ourselves together, chugged a few energy drinks and headed out for our third game. We did OK and held our own and the time ran out. not many points but we at least got to shoot that game.Three energy drinks later we headed out against a team that had X ball players on it, I'm not realy sure why Pentagon let them in this tourney (***Note from Pentagon, They were High School students so they qualified for the High School Open***) But it was a good lesson. We took the advice of another team Bloodwaves to just drop and Shoot as fast a we could. Well we did and it worked pretty good until they knew where we were. The two guys we didn't get just ran over us. They were cool, I think they were twins, the one with the high voice helped us up and told us good game keep practicing. It's wierd, I play alot of sports but paintball at Pentagon has to be the coolest. What other sport can you Just about loose every game, drink more energy drinks than the warning lable suggests, get the crap shot out of you, get bruses and welts and think it's OK, feel like your fight for your life, have the opposing teams still be nice to you just after they slaughted you then to cap it all off at the end of the day by throwing up (maybe to many energy drinks ) in you best friends mothers car only to have her say as long as you had a good time that's all that matters........ God I love his sport!!!!!!

Studshocker wrote:

I'm from Corry and I had been playing in the woods with friends for about three Years now. As time has passed the group that I have been playing with has slowly desolved away to about three of us. We had heard about Pentagon from friends at school and they said they have the best free play anywhere. We had also heard everyone there was realy good and you had to have good equipment to play there. This kept us away for a while. But I was looking on Pentagons web page one night and i started to notice the people in the pictures looked no different from us and their guns where not real fancy. So we decided, what the heck let's try it. Well let me tell ya, we have NEVER had so much fun in one day of paintball that we did that day. People helped us every game, gave us advice and this one guy even us free paint when he was leaving. One game we went out to play was one this small field. It was like our second game ever at pentagon and my two friends and me wanted to play together so three other guys that said they were newbies said they would play us. My one friend got shot in the balls at the start so he was usless. my other friend was shot out in the snake. so there I was all alone, just like they ust to do to me in the woods. Next thiing I know the ref is Yelling GAME Over. I stood up and the three other team players were ALL about to bunker ME! I love that Ref who ever he was. So we decided to play these guys again after getting in some practice and listning to advice from the big guy. We didn't win but we did much bettter and the game lasted more then 30 seconds. We will meet again I'm sure. So I guess the point of my story is that we wasted a lot of time thinking we weren't good enought o play there when we fit right in.

Angelwinner3914 wrote:

It was a cold Sunday in February and I was on the postal field the ref had just said go and mind you that the snow was knee deep. I was running to the bunker and I tripped and fellright in the snow face first. I was completely covered in snow head to toe including my gun.Accidentally scared the CRAP out of the the guy next to me because when I fell my gun went off and hit right next to my other players head. Now I'm laying on the ground and shots are whizzing past me so I finally get to a bunker and I was out of air this just was nit my game

Angelwinner3914

fatman4545@aim.com wrote:
My friends and I were playing in a spot of woods, and during a game I was pinned down by 2 other player. I managed to take 1 out, and put the other on the run, but at the same time, I hadn't noticed my brother creeping around behind me, and didn't notice until he opened up on me with full auto... luckily none of them broke on me, but 1 however, broke in my barrel.

Upon returning to our main base, I examined my barrel, and found I wasn't using the paint that had blown in the barrel, I swabbed it out in front of the 9 or 10 other people that were there, and found my brother had actually SHOT A BALL INTO MY OWN BARREL AND IT BROKE JUST AS IT WENT IN.

This is an honest story, I have like I said 9 or 10 others who seen it afterwards. My only regret is I have no photo graphic proof, but I have other pictures from the day at our team's site:

-Andy

Vince Cunningham wrote:
It was the spyder tourney and my gun was not working so, and it was the last match for my team. One of my friends let me use one of his guns and off the break I was trying to figure out how to use this gun because it was the first time I had ever used an electronic gun. low and behold it jammed and them BAM one of my guys was out, then BAM, BAM one guy from pentagon yellow was out and one of my guys was out. So there I am my second Tourney and it is 2 on 1. Well I remember what Phil Ernst said- "paintball is all about thinking."

So they had no clue where I was so I looked out fast and not knowing if this gun was going to work I cocked it back and the raff said "you give up" I looked at him and took off BAM one guy down I could not get exited or else the other guy would get me. So I grabbed the flag and I seen some guy with bunny suspenders and realized he did no know I was behind him and shot him out and returned the flag. The crowd goes ballistic cheering for a kid from Conneaut that just did his first bunker move on Pentagon Yellow.

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Vincent Cunningham Jr.

Andrew Lepage wrote:
Hi my name is Andrew Lepage captain of Total Kaos (TKO) a team from Canada currently developing a resume to hand you guys for a sponsorship. See we got your e mail from our friends and rivals the Angus Boyz. As I was browsing your site for inspiration for our resume I came across your story section and immediately I thought of this one story that was both funny and embarrassing. It happened at a Young Guns tournament in Wasaga Beach on August 27th 2005. We were playing against the Iron Knights a very good team they finished tied for the 6th and 7th place in this tournament. See I’m a front player and I play the snake on my team because I’m small and quick and can get there with out being shot almost every time and once in there I am good at making things happen. Off the break in this game I ran as fat as I could and got in the snake for the sixth game in a row, but this time was different then any other time in my life. To get into the snake with out being shot I had to superman dive in and at this time I was just wear army pants and a belt. When I dove in my belt broke and came apart and these pants just slide right down I was lucky I had a pair of pajama pants underneath them because I was trying to crawl down the snake with my pants around my ankles. I tried to take my shoes off in between snap shooting but they were double knotted and I just didn’t have the time to take them off so I played out the game in my pajama pants with my other pants around my ankles enabling me to run. Throughout this I could here the crowd, which was right beside me laughing which made me smile and laugh to. I was the last player on my team and so I was eliminated and I walked off holding my pants up in one hand and my gun in the other laughing while the crowd did the same.

Yours Truly Andrew Lepage.

Robert McCurdy wrote:
I had been saving up for years, waiting for a new marker to catch my eye. The new SP Impulse did just that. It was the night before the very first young guns weekend, held at the Albion Fields. I visited the store intent on getting a new Impulse. Much to my dismay, all that was left was a Turbo version with a vert reg, yuck. It was my lucky night, my dad paid the difference for the upgraded board, and Sean actually took a shocker reg off another gun(Nicole’s actually) to switch with the Impulse which just became mine. Nothing could've made me happier that night. Last stop that night was to some friends of ours who would be going to young guns as well. I stayed there that night to bum a ride with them in the morning. And of course I showed off my new toy. Finally, the games had begun the next day. One of the coolest parts of the whole weekend was Sean had made up a slew of games to play. Things no one had ever heard of, and they were definitely fun. If anyone remembers, the Albion fields had a long thick path leading from the staging area to the fields in the back. We played the presidents men, which was basically suicide for the president and his guards. And we played basically capture the flag where you had to stay on that path. That game moved pretty slow, no one was sure what to do, all of your opponents were right in front of you. So I just ran down the path like a madman shooting. Running and shooting isn't the greatest for accuracy, as a result, I didn't hit a single player, but did get myself out. Although I got out, it gave my team a boost of courage, or craziness, to make a move, and they ended up winning and getting the flag. I also remember the night game. My master plan was to haul butt to the spools and wait for anyone to engage me and have a little 1 on 1 speedball. It was also the most lit area of the field, all moonlight. I heard shots few and far, and ended up playing with the nifty light on my Impulse when you turn it on/off, the whole time. Sean didn't think much of that format, especially because some of the kids, seemed to be taking there masks off. And that was the end of Saturday. The biggest thing I remember from Sunday was my first hit to the jewels. We were playing on the fort, and I was in the tower, rules stated once you got hit, you had to wait till games end to get out. Well, someone got a well-aimed shot to my junk, and I doubled over for about 10 minutes. Other than that, the fort was very fun, very strategic I suppose. My favorite fields in Albion were definitely the dirt piles, probably because we didn’t play it often. And the pure woods field, with the little creek in the middle. There are countless games I've played there and managed to flank the other team and actually get behind them to eliminate the rest of their team. Alot of memories spawn from the (Old Pentagon) Albion Fields, looking forward to even more.

Robert McCurdy wrote:
The White and Black ravens were all above where the spool field was, at the Albion field. It seemed to me like they were being surrounded as I thought they were on the edge of the boundary line. As I got close enough, I could see them all huddled together with a ref or two on the outskirts of the group. It looked and sounded like the were just chatting and whatnot, so I had guessed that someone had caught the white raven, or for some 'official' reason there was a break in game. So I casually walked up to the group, next to the ref, and just kind of stood there to see what was going on. The ref just turned to me and asked what I was doing, and quickly informed me that the game was still on. As she did that, the lot of the ravens just kind of turned and looked at me. I literally froze in place. I had no clue what to do. Directly behind me was empty, no place to find cover, and my left was skinny trees then the boundary line. I just dove as far into those skinny trees as I could to get away from the angry mob behind me. So, they start shooting at me as im standing sideways behind a 6 inch tree like in a friggen cartoon. Just a matter of time before I got marked out. Quite a long haul to the nearest reincarnation point. On my way down, there were waves of players heading in the ravens direction. Where were they a few minutes ago when I needed them?