I have to say that they made an astounding amount of sausages though! Even though they did kinda imply that there was some... *ahem* natural excretion on the BBQ pit's surface.
The bus they hired... Hahahaa... if you think old Malaysian coaches were bad, Australian ones have one upped them! It was a smooth trip to Wallan, we used the highway and took us an hour plus to reach the place.
Why am I stuck with this dude?!
There was another group there getting ready for the Laser Skirmish thing, which was the other activity they offered there, besides Paintball. The guns for the laser skirmish was nothing short of massive! It was like, some Judge Dredd + Terminator + Robocop shit man! Or Halo!
But where's the fun in laser skirmishes man... There's no risk involved. No pain, no gain, innit?
Anyways, we put on some seriously wicked army gear on, got the briefing from the refs, took some pics here and there and finally went to get our gear, which is the gun itself, the harness that holds your extra bullets and the goggles.
But where's the fun in laser skirmishes man... There's no risk involved. No pain, no gain, innit?
Anyways, we put on some seriously wicked army gear on, got the briefing from the refs, took some pics here and there and finally went to get our gear, which is the gun itself, the harness that holds your extra bullets and the goggles.
The briefing
We're going to Iraq, mum!
1st game was a normal head-on battle. Unlimited lives but only one respawn area for each team. I was in the green team and we were whooping yellow team's ass all across the field. Sure, we were 1 person more but geez, like that's any different.
We had them surrounded and pounded by half time and I was effortlessly shooting stragglers that were attempting to flank us from the right. Seeing that it was pointless for me to bloody climb uphill to get shot, I just stayed behind and watched the carnage unfold.
2nd game was the same. Except the team switched positions. So now we, the green team were uphill and the yellow team was downhill. It was relatively easier getting down and attacking them and we still whooped them good.
Suprisingly, and shockingly, I finished 500 bullets by the end of the 2nd game, scaring the opposition and providing cover fire. We switched arenas for the 3rd match, heading to an even larger hillside area. Fuck, that's it. No way in hell am I paying another 15 smackers for 100 bullets to kill myself up there.
So I sat that one out and watch my team play "Storm the Fort". As the name implies, one team's holed up in the fort, defending the flag that's right in front of them and another's storming it, trying to grab it and taking it back to the home base. Green team started off first by storming, capturing the flag in 8 minutes. Yellow team then got the flag in 6 minutes but cheated because the carrier got shot like 7 times and didn't stop.
To hell with it, yellow team won 'cause that last match was a "winners take all" match. Finally, last match, was free-for-all. First whistle is blown, half of them runs out. 2nd whistle, other half runs after them. As expected, most of the people team up and gang up on others. Near to the end, even the refs get in on the action and start firing at the people.
We had them surrounded and pounded by half time and I was effortlessly shooting stragglers that were attempting to flank us from the right. Seeing that it was pointless for me to bloody climb uphill to get shot, I just stayed behind and watched the carnage unfold.
2nd game was the same. Except the team switched positions. So now we, the green team were uphill and the yellow team was downhill. It was relatively easier getting down and attacking them and we still whooped them good.
Suprisingly, and shockingly, I finished 500 bullets by the end of the 2nd game, scaring the opposition and providing cover fire. We switched arenas for the 3rd match, heading to an even larger hillside area. Fuck, that's it. No way in hell am I paying another 15 smackers for 100 bullets to kill myself up there.
So I sat that one out and watch my team play "Storm the Fort". As the name implies, one team's holed up in the fort, defending the flag that's right in front of them and another's storming it, trying to grab it and taking it back to the home base. Green team started off first by storming, capturing the flag in 8 minutes. Yellow team then got the flag in 6 minutes but cheated because the carrier got shot like 7 times and didn't stop.
To hell with it, yellow team won 'cause that last match was a "winners take all" match. Finally, last match, was free-for-all. First whistle is blown, half of them runs out. 2nd whistle, other half runs after them. As expected, most of the people team up and gang up on others. Near to the end, even the refs get in on the action and start firing at the people.
Heroes of the war
After the carnage was over, everyone went back into the bus to Caulfield. I was fucking hungry and had gotten one badass headache by then and walking all he way uphill into the bus and enduring the arctic winds blowing into my face on the bus was a nightmare. While riding in the bus, most of the SCA members were sitting near me, somewhere in the middle. So most of them were talking and taking pictures. It wasn't pleasant for me, but I managed to tune it out.
There's this girl Peggy that was sitting next to Tommy, who was next to me. Out of a blue, 2 rows in front of Tommy, popped out a Taiwanese dude with one of the oddest accents ever. The accent was nowhere near the Asian category. He had this Australian/British accent. So, people who have picked up this kind of accent should be tops in his English, innit? Not really but passable. But seriously, Taiwanese with such an accent is so weird. Plus, this dude was obviously trying to get some because he was persistently, to the point of painfully annoying, asking Peggy to make him the coveted (in his head) bak kut teh that almost every M'sian worships.I have no idea how it came up but I sure would've liked to tell the dude to can it unless he wanted to be fed the stuff via an enema.
Since I was half passing out, I can hear disconnected words here and there. Different colours represent different voices.
"Hey Peggy" "No way..."
"... it's somewhere in Klang" "... no, man, it's all over M'sia!"
"...you make some Bak Kut Teh for me please, Peggy?"
"...bak kut teh..."
"bak kut teh" "...I trade it for..."
"...you can come and make it anytime..." "bak kut teh..."
"..eh, Tommy, next time you come..."
"...bak kut teh...!" "Dude, no man..."
"Someone needs to kick his ass" "BAK KUT TEH!"
There's this girl Peggy that was sitting next to Tommy, who was next to me. Out of a blue, 2 rows in front of Tommy, popped out a Taiwanese dude with one of the oddest accents ever. The accent was nowhere near the Asian category. He had this Australian/British accent. So, people who have picked up this kind of accent should be tops in his English, innit? Not really but passable. But seriously, Taiwanese with such an accent is so weird. Plus, this dude was obviously trying to get some because he was persistently, to the point of painfully annoying, asking Peggy to make him the coveted (in his head) bak kut teh that almost every M'sian worships.I have no idea how it came up but I sure would've liked to tell the dude to can it unless he wanted to be fed the stuff via an enema.
Since I was half passing out, I can hear disconnected words here and there. Different colours represent different voices.
"Hey Peggy" "No way..."
"... it's somewhere in Klang" "... no, man, it's all over M'sia!"
"...you make some Bak Kut Teh for me please, Peggy?"
"...bak kut teh..."
"bak kut teh" "...I trade it for..."
"...you can come and make it anytime..." "bak kut teh..."
"..eh, Tommy, next time you come..."
"...bak kut teh...!" "Dude, no man..."
"Someone needs to kick his ass" "BAK KUT TEH!"
"THAT'S IT! I DON'T CARE IF MY FOOT GONNA GET STUCK!"
This is an exaggerated re-enactment but yeah, it was pretty much that bad. Needless to say, the bak kut teh "aficianado" went on to grab the "chef's" number. Smooth operator but he sure needs to tone down the advances, especially in a crowded bus full of tired people.
Straight after, several of us stayed behind and went for dinner at Glen Waiverly. Steamboat! Fuccckkk... Haven't eaten that shit in ages man. It was a good deal, 22.80 AUD, whatever you want, how much you want, except the drinks they're gonna charge you like a motherfucker.
Ate nicely and cured part of my headache. Ben, Adrian, Anthony, Ernest and Fiona bounced back to Caulfield in Ben's car while Tommy drove me, Kang Wei and Peggy home.
Twas a good day if I didn't count the headache and Taiwan boy's declaration of obsession for bak kut teh. It's official in my dictionary now, the slang for "hitting on" has another new entry and that's "asking for bak kut teh".
A'ite, I'm off. It's the end of the holidays and I am partially glad it's over. Time to end boredom...
Peace out y'all!
Straight after, several of us stayed behind and went for dinner at Glen Waiverly. Steamboat! Fuccckkk... Haven't eaten that shit in ages man. It was a good deal, 22.80 AUD, whatever you want, how much you want, except the drinks they're gonna charge you like a motherfucker.
Ate nicely and cured part of my headache. Ben, Adrian, Anthony, Ernest and Fiona bounced back to Caulfield in Ben's car while Tommy drove me, Kang Wei and Peggy home.
Twas a good day if I didn't count the headache and Taiwan boy's declaration of obsession for bak kut teh. It's official in my dictionary now, the slang for "hitting on" has another new entry and that's "asking for bak kut teh".
A'ite, I'm off. It's the end of the holidays and I am partially glad it's over. Time to end boredom...
Peace out y'all!
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