So I finally got around to checking out the local field this afternoon. It rained the entire time, there was only one guy there when I showed up, and I was chopping paint so hard I don't think any shots went further than 15' before violently committing to new, more creative trajectories. It was amazing.
We managed to win about half our games, I got a couple good flanks in and earned a nasty welt right under my shoulder padding. I switched to my leaky Squall for the last two capture the flag games (after burning 4/6 12 grams trying to chrono the damn thing), and eventually got an elimination with it. Even managed to snatch the winning flag on the last game, even if I almost got lit up by the guy I thought was covering me after I dove in behind him.
I was surprised how little I cared about getting hit. Getting pinned down is less fun than I remember now that all non-rentals are 10+ bps. Maybe next time I'll be brave enough to bring a pump. Probably not ready for stock class, but I haven't given up on my secret dream of finding enough people to play stock as a group.
We managed to win about half our games, I got a couple good flanks in and earned a nasty welt right under my shoulder padding. I switched to my leaky Squall for the last two capture the flag games (after burning 4/6 12 grams trying to chrono the damn thing), and eventually got an elimination with it. Even managed to snatch the winning flag on the last game, even if I almost got lit up by the guy I thought was covering me after I dove in behind him.
I was surprised how little I cared about getting hit. Getting pinned down is less fun than I remember now that all non-rentals are 10+ bps. Maybe next time I'll be brave enough to bring a pump. Probably not ready for stock class, but I haven't given up on my secret dream of finding enough people to play stock as a group.
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