Blast Camp Paintball Novels & Stories

I followed, trying to stay close, but in my attempt to avoid a fallen branch, I misjudged the distance. My foot caught on something hidden beneath the leaves and I stumbled forward— And collided directly into one of the opposing team members. We both went down hard. The flashlight rolled across the ground, casting wild shadows as someone shouted. “Now!” A sudden burst of cold splattered across my arms and torso. Paint. Bright blue. Another spray hit Mia square across the back. Tasha shrieked as pink streaked through her perfectly curled hair. The opposing team laughed triumphantly. “Bullseye!” one of them shouted. “Three eliminated. The more people out the better our chances of winning.”

Just enough to soften the edge. The paintball workshop smelled like plastic and faint rubber. Helmets lined the wall. Bright vests in neon green and burnt orange hung from hooks like battle flags. The air was tight with energy, the kind that came before chaos. I stood off to the side, adjusting the strap of my vest when Coach Dennis clapped his hands together and stepped forward. “We’re here to build camaraderie, character, and for Noah and Wesley to get their aggression out,” he said. Noah scoffed, folding his arms. “I’m not aggressive.”

Tycelyn's POV I wanted to question Kenzal about it but I couldn't as we were divided into different teams by the referees. Paintball was today's activity and we were divided into four colors which are red, blue, white, and black. I was on team white, while Kenzal Ziora and Kreed were on team red as if luck wasn't on my side. "At the end of the time, if you have at least six different colors on you then your team loses and you have to grant the other teams what they want," The referee of the game announced, "May the game begin and may the best team win."

Every month, Colonel Anders hosts a paintball game supported by Woodland Vista’s corporate team-building packages. Last month, there were more students so there was a total of four competing teams. This time, there are only two, but not boys vs. girls because, as mentioned earlier, the boys far outnumber the girls at camp.

Even if he used his skill, it would be pointless when the other party’s skill was in cool down. Stanley shot the rooftop and gave it some consecutive punches. After creating a hole where they could finally fit in, Byul immediately climb up and pointed his gun towards the zombies. Some time after, Stanley also climb up and scanned the surrounding area with his sense. The rain was pouring heavily and the thick fog won’t let them be seen from below. Byul raised his gun and was about to pull the trigger when Stanley just shot at the car five meters away from them.

The one that spoke pointed at Damian who sported a wide smile on his face. “What’s the firing range?” I asked. “What do you use?” “We use paintball guns but you have to rescue a flag and return it to base.” Damian smiled at me. “Are you seriously entertaining this?” Waylon asked me in the mind-link. “Got a better way for me to prove myself to them?” “What’s it going to be…Luna?” “Which one are you?” I asked. “I’m Scott.” “No fighting.” Waylon spoke. I frowned but he didn’t want anything to happen to the baby.

Either he really liked them and wanted to make new friends and do something different with new people or because he didn't want Dean to not be on my team where I was with a really hot black guy. "Okay." Ian said. "Here we go!" I grabbed our red flag just as Ian ushered us to follow him. The paintball field was so large it literally looked like a battlefield. It had various kinds of land traps and contraptions and a lot of hiding spots. It also had large boulders and huge cement rings big enough to crawl under. Ian insisted we hide the flag in a place they wouldn't even dream of finding and we were still looking round for a place that wouldn't be so obvious to Chris' team.

Jimmy only sighs, tugging his lips down in disappointment. Paintball Park is located in a small pine plantation. The ground is dusty and stark. The trees ache for death. A crow circles overhead, making ominous creaking noises. Everyone straggles into a lumpy circle near the gates. A guy in a camouflage Paintball Park coveralls poses like an army sergeant beside Mr. Haymitch. They both have the same tall, grim, retired marine lieutenant body types. Maybe Mr. Haymitch spends his every spare moment here when he’s not in the Academy. They’re brothers in arms. Comrades who’ve seen some seriously painty shit go down in this barren wasteland. I share the joke with Bibah and she elbows me to shut up

Sure, Jackson did the most damage with his game, but you could see how much Brynn was enjoying it and how much pain she added to the mix while being Jackson’s little helper. “Were you able to collect everything that I requested?” she asked the Alphas. Bryant went over to the corner and uncovered a tri-tier cart before pushing it next to Brynn. I saw a pre-loaded paintball gun, various torture implements, an entire layer of concessions, a megaphone, a squirt gun, and a bowl of darts. Bryant was whistling as he went over to a whiteboard in the corner and flipped it around, moving it so that the assholes could see it. There were red, green, and white balloons that were blown up and stuck to the