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Aug. 14th, 2008 07:22 pmMy whirlwind tour of North America is over. Mississippi, Ham Lake Minnesota, Granville Ohio and finally La Porte Indiana for Codename: Thunder 5.
Codename Thunder, a two day airsoft event where a Columbian drug cartel fends off attacking US forces.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
notbatman, mpuzzle, caveman and I were part of a 7 or 8 vehicle convoy of Cartel members with with 15-16 men and one woman. Things were a little nuts to say the least with Notbatman rapid firing into the two way radio "raperaperaperaperaperaperaperaperaperaperaperaperape" every now and then being the most disturbing. We made it to La Porte in about ten hours.
We made camp, and proceeded to drink. Then we proceeded to drink more. A drink was had called a "Cookie Monster" which is Bailey's, Kahlua, and topped with 151 rum that you lite on fire then blow out. There were several of these Cookie Monsters, and many burnt fingers. A fellow was declared a Jesus look a like and many of the Cartel were given communion of Wild Irish Rose and Oreo cookies from him.
I asked Caveman's advice on the matter as he taught Sunday school at one time. I asked if we were going to hell, he felt there was a strong chance of it.
We drunkenly distributed printed information to the US side on how to surrender to the Cartel, hitting their porta-potties hard. Some on the other side took it all too seriously, some on the other side were out to play soldier much too well. Some on the US side had camo netting and mil-spec everything in their camp. The Cartel camp looked more like a hobo town, and was as loud as a beer tent at Octoberfest until very late in the night.
They must have thought us real clowns and buffoons. That is until we spent the next two days kicking their asses all over the field.
Not that they did not have some super players on their side, but most of them lacked the dedication to hang in the game and walked off the field with any excuse they could come up with. The other issue was our side, the Cartel listened to the commander , took objectives, held objectives and acted in a fairly organized fashion. The US side had a good commander, but 50% of them did whatever they damn well pleased.
Guess what side got it's ass whooped?
Anyways, there is a YouTube video of the final battle. In this clip, I'm the first clown beside the referee in the blue shirt and the camera man to go into the castle for the final battle.
That's me on the right in the first five seconds. I am also at 3:54 and 4:24.
Codename Thunder, a two day airsoft event where a Columbian drug cartel fends off attacking US forces.
notbatman, mpuzzle, caveman and I were part of a 7 or 8 vehicle convoy of Cartel members with with 15-16 men and one woman. Things were a little nuts to say the least with Notbatman rapid firing into the two way radio "raperaperaperaperaperaperaperaperaperaperaperaperape" every now and then being the most disturbing. We made it to La Porte in about ten hours.We made camp, and proceeded to drink. Then we proceeded to drink more. A drink was had called a "Cookie Monster" which is Bailey's, Kahlua, and topped with 151 rum that you lite on fire then blow out. There were several of these Cookie Monsters, and many burnt fingers. A fellow was declared a Jesus look a like and many of the Cartel were given communion of Wild Irish Rose and Oreo cookies from him.
I asked Caveman's advice on the matter as he taught Sunday school at one time. I asked if we were going to hell, he felt there was a strong chance of it.
We drunkenly distributed printed information to the US side on how to surrender to the Cartel, hitting their porta-potties hard. Some on the other side took it all too seriously, some on the other side were out to play soldier much too well. Some on the US side had camo netting and mil-spec everything in their camp. The Cartel camp looked more like a hobo town, and was as loud as a beer tent at Octoberfest until very late in the night.
They must have thought us real clowns and buffoons. That is until we spent the next two days kicking their asses all over the field.
Not that they did not have some super players on their side, but most of them lacked the dedication to hang in the game and walked off the field with any excuse they could come up with. The other issue was our side, the Cartel listened to the commander , took objectives, held objectives and acted in a fairly organized fashion. The US side had a good commander, but 50% of them did whatever they damn well pleased.
Guess what side got it's ass whooped?
Anyways, there is a YouTube video of the final battle. In this clip, I'm the first clown beside the referee in the blue shirt and the camera man to go into the castle for the final battle.
That's me on the right in the first five seconds. I am also at 3:54 and 4:24.
