My First Real Game
I can still remember my first real, competitive airsoft game. I had played before, but only with spring-powered guns and a couple of friends without any structured game styles. One of my roommates was into airsoft, and right after we moved in I had seen one of his AEG’s, and when I asked about it, he told me about his different CQB and field guns, the team he was on, and some of the stories they had. I had no idea that airsoft was such a big deal. I told him about what little experience I had, and he invited me to come out to play that weekend.
When we got to the field I couldn’t believe how many people I saw walking around in full tactical gear and the guns that they had. My roommate had let me borrow one of his AEGs, a few magazines, and one of his spare chest rigs so I would have a place to carry them. When we got out onto the field it was completely different than the “airsoft games” I had played with my friends before, and far more intense than I had expected. Luckily, our first game scenario allowed for unlimited respawns, because it didn’t take very long before Id been hit after the game started. Each time I ran back to our respawn point and got back into the game, I picked up on the actions and movements of my team members and got a little better.
Finally, in the last game of the day, I quietly crept into one of the buildings that I had seen a player from the opposite team walk into, and I could feel my heart beating in my throat because I had no idea where in the building he was and I felt like I was in way over my head. I made sure to keep as quiet as possible, knowing that I definitely didn’t want to be shot at such close quarters, and just as I rounded a corner I saw my target aiming out the back door. I had to step back and catch my breath for a second, hoping he hadn’t heard me coming. I brought my AEG back up to my shoulder, slowly rounded the corner, crept up behind him and shouted “SURRENDER!” I couldn’t believe that I’d managed to get a surrender kill in my first real airsoft game, and in my excitement I moved out into the doorway and was hit by one of his teammates right as the ref called the end of the game.
I had died right before the end of the game, but I didn’t care. I’d had an absolute blast on the field during my first day of airsoft and knew that at that point, I was hooked. At first, my roommate didn’t even believe that I’d surrendered another player. Since that day I’ve played dozens of games and taken out numerous other players, but I’ll never forget that first day.
Skills vs. Numbers
I love making people fall on the field of battle, there’s just something very satisfying and entertaining about it. It’s kind of like crossing someone over in basketball so well that they trip themselves up on their own feet trying to stay with you. So it’s just my friend, David, and I versus a team of five guys. They were all friends and didn’t want to get split up, David and I didn’t mind, we were feeling confident that day. We were playing in a CQB arena that we knew pretty well so I decide to cover the left side of the field as David covers the right; we agree that an overly aggressive approach would probably end the game quickly. So when the ref called “GO!” we hunkered down in areas where we could scan a large portion of the field. I see three guys advancing on me, I’m exchanging fire but not really hitting anything, suddenly David yells, “Minus one!” Good there’s only four left, “Minus another one!” David yells again. It was then that I realize all of the enemy are on my side of the field so I said, “Your side is clear move all the way up!” As David begins to sprint up the right side of the field I start hosing the barricades that people are hiding behind to give him cover. Simultaneously one guy gets brave and begins to stand up to try and hit David as he’s running across the field. He must have forgotten about me because as soon as his head clears the haystack he was behind he turns his head away from his gun and at me, giving me a blank stare. I’m sure his brain was telling him to get back to cover but that probably got confused with the barrage of BBs hitting his face mask because after I started firing all I could see from behind that haystack was a pair of flailing arms and an airborne pistol followed by a crashing noise.
I wanted to laugh but there were still two guys shooting at me so I had to turn my attention to them. I start making my way up the field to get better shots. I’m shooting from behind cover at this other guy who is also well hidden, he was crouching down but still flat on both feet. He suddenly stops firing and quickly looks to his left. David had flanked him and he let out a very girlish yell as he falls to the floor. Technically he didn’t call “Hit” but I knew he was out so I stopped firing. The very last guy that was left was petrified between a trashcan and a pallet. David had jumped over the last guy he just shot, and I immediately advanced. David spotted the last guy from behind the trash can as I saw him through the pallet, he never had a chance…
…I think those five guys went home after that game.
My 1st Kill
It was my first time Airsofting. It was behind a bunch of big houses with a lot of land, a lot of trees, and a lot of shade. With a bunch of places to hide, I thought that this was the perfect environment to get my first kill.
We started off in a 5-man group and made our way into the forest/shrubbery. One of my buddies found a nice building at the base of a tree where 3 paths connected. We personally made that building our base to hold and protect. We were ordered to have 2 men patrol the building. The other 3 were to find good hiding spots down the 3 paths and take out any intruders. I was one of the 3.
As I try to find my hiding spot, I realized that there was a shallow stream that followed the path and veered of course; a perfect place for opfor to advance without being seen. I found a strategic vantage point under a bush that kept a low level eye on the pathway while facing the stream.
After several minutes of surveillance, I saw an Opfor inching his way towards our building. As he approached my position I realized he had no idea that I was under the bush. I didn’t want to shoot through the bush as it would ricochet my BB’s off target. And every time I moved my gun, the bush made a sound. I couldn’t make any fast movements. As he inched closer, I inched my AK towards his direction. By the time I had the AK pointed his way, he was about 9 feet away. I sight in. BOOM! 3 shots in full auto!! 2 to the neck and 1 to the face! My first kill was a headshot. I was pretty ecstatic.
Less than a minute later, an enemy headshots me from the stream. As I make my way down the path with my red-dead rag on, I wear a smile under my facemask. I was just glad that I got my first kill before my first death.
My buddy and I are assigned to a 10 man squad for Army Rangers during Operation New Horizon II. We’re both given the role of riflemen. After the first encounter with the “neutral” force, we hear over our coms: “Neutrals are now Friendly, over” “Cool..roger that”. Our squad then advances towards the enemy line. We travel through a dirt road next to a steep hill. With our flanks exposed, we file into a column formation. After traveling for about 15-20 minutes, we hear a loud bang and lots of cursing. The commotion came from the point man and nearby players next to him. Curiously, my friend and I break formation and head over to the front of the column. Two landmines had gone off. Half the squad is deemed “dead” and have to take a 20 minute long hike back down the hill and to our respawn.
After realizing that our squad had taken tremendous casualties, the remaining players head off towards the fray. We come across the line into a forked road. A few civilian looking players, clad in white garbs, come out of a makeshift hut and begin yelling at us. They yell “Go Home, Leave”. At this point I was designated squad leader according to rank (the squad leader was “killed” during the blast). I called HQ for orders and a raspy voiced responded with “uhh… roger that, engage over”. I wasn’t too clear if we needed to engage the “civilians” or if they were hostile or something, so I ordered to stay put. Moments later the “civilians” open fire with just about everything; machineguns, sniper rifles, rocket launchers, the whole shebang.
Out of the remaining five guys, three of them salute me, pick up their gear and run as fast as possible in the opposite direction. My friend looks at me and says “FML”. So now its up to my buddy and I against 20+ hostiles (who were at the beginning of the game: Friendly) We take cover inside of a small building adjacent to the forked road, and immediately call for help. ”
We are surrounded by armed civilians and of course the team they were helping, the Marines. We hole up and shoot at anything that moved beyond the small windows located in our makeshift bunker. Time after time, each attempt of breaching our defenses was thwarted by our defensive fire. Minutes seemed like hours as we held poised in the same crouched position. After emptying all of our magazines, we were ready to accept our inevitable demise. However, as soon as our last dry fire burst belched from our empty rifles, we heard a horn. It turned out that our team had been assaulting the main objective (Objective Bravo) the entire time, with minimal resistance. We walked out, as the game was over, and saw 60+ players outside of our small, cramped house. We were holding back half their team. A simple mistake made us bog down their much needed reinforcements long enough to end the game. Wow…