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  • My Other Hobby

    Copied from my Xanga:

    Like Fight Club, with toy guns, minus Project Mayhem

    Saturday, 25 July 2009 14:25

    An air conditioned staging room.

    I lay my gear out, prepping carefully. Lots of the dormant military training pops familiarly back into focus. Nothing rattles, nothing shines.
    Boots, Trousers, Shirt, Jacket check.
    Vest and ammo pouches check.
    Spare Ammo check.
    Gloves check. (mental note, need new ones)
    Knee and elbow pads check. Not too tight for comfort in movement.
    Weapon check. Not loaded.
    Turn the cap over and clip the mask on.
    Mask check.

    Ready - Up!

    Into the game room. The test range is hot, people are test firing, so I pull my mask down and get in line. Slap a magazine reassuringly into the gun, and wait my turn. The 3 guys ahead of me snap off 3 or 4 shots or a burst or two, and get off the line. My turn. Thumbing the safety to Auto, I snug the stock familiarly against my shoulder. The unfamiliar facemask smacks the stock and prevents me from getting a good sight picture right away - so I snug in tight and peer forward. Rear sight a blurry circle, and the front sight post in clear contrast - and the target, middle hay bale, 25 feet downrange.

    Knees bent slightly, lead foot forward, trail foot back. Squeezing the trigger, listening for the piston cycle. 3-cycle-stop. 3-cycle-stop. 3-cycle-stop. I see the white BB's fly downrange in a vage blur, and the center of the hay bale fluff up in puffs of blown out shredded hay. Good sights.

    Off the line, sitting with other folks not wearing color bands. The heat hit me all of a sudden. No A/C here. The sweat starts immediately. I let my weapon dangle on the sling, stock up. Hands on stock, chin on hands, eyes closed. The actions starts soon enough, just gotta relax and wait for the count. Two kids off to the side are whispering. "That guy in the uniform looks like he's GOOD at this." I keep my eyes closed and grin. What little the kids know. Probably first timers. They'll learn - or not.

    Game Proctor steps in. "GAME CLOSED. MASKS ON!"

    I hear footsteps and whispered counts as he walks by. A minute or so passes as he evens the teams' numbers up and removes or hands out more colored bands. I saw at least 30-40 folks in the room before the doors shut.

    "Full field! No Bands, Take a walk!"

    On my feet, down the center. Left hand on fore-grip, right hand on trigger. Index finger out straight. Safety off, deep even breaths. The balsa wood, particle board, and hay bales are set up in a rat-maze like arrangement, with two ersatz huts off-center but symmetrical, 1 at each side of the warehouse.

    We finish the walk, and line up on-line against the rear of the warehouse. Ventilation holes are open - I welcome the wisp of  fresh air under the mask. Face is already wet with sweat dripping off my chin, and we have not even started yet. Nobody stops me as I take the extreme right position. I get down into assault crouch. Hands tight on the weapon, knees bent, lead foot back, trail forward, ready to jump.

    "Bands ready! No bands ready! 3... 2... 1... GO!"

    I jump into a sprint down the right ride passageway, already sighted down the lane and at the particleboard right where the snipers usually... head pops up, black blur over wood particleboard. Gun up, sighted down, snap shot. I hear BB's whiz by me, some snapping into the cinder-block walls, concrete floor, and balsa wood next to me. The warehouse is alive with chaotic noises. Pistons cycling, gears whirring, the smack-crack-thumps of impacts against wood and concrete.

    The head in the sniper roost disappears. Probably not a hit, but I keep going, snapping a few shots off left - towards center. I see figures in black, bands and no bands, darting from cover to cover in spurts.

    Lots of yelling. "GO GO GO!" "I SEE ONE!" "FLANKER ON THE LEFT!"

    I turn from center and rush forward, weapon on continuous cycle. Reassuring thuds on the wood ahead of me assure me I'm not out of ammo yet. I reach cover, send a quick  burst around to the right, then fade back and look down towards center. 2 with their back to me, one crouched and one running. Gun up, snap shot. Miss the mover and tag  the crouched guy in the back. My snapshot skills SUCK. Crouched guy puts his gun up. Called it, tagged him.

    Back to cover forward - suddenly from the sniper roost: "He's here, right there, around the corner!"

    I'm spotted, out forward, and zeroed in cold. Looking behind me for this round, I see the closest friendly is hunkered down shooting towards center-line at least 30 - 40 feet back.

    "Brave m*********ers." I mutter to myself. Sarcasm is alive and well as I contemplate my options. BB's strike the particleboard I am hiding behind, but in irregular bursts and not in a constant stream. Well, there's that option...

    I will myself to take deep, regular breaths of hot, humid air as I listen for the regular impacts against the cover I've got.

    Thap-thap-thap... thap-thap-thap-thap... thap-thap-thap - and GO!

    I dive around the corner at a flat run, weapon up and cycling. My right kneepad had shifted down slightly (too loose!) and I hit the floor and slide on both knees, a jolt of pain hitting the slightly exposed right knee. Twist around and work the stream of BB's into 2 guys hiding around the corner 5 feet back from the edge that had been my shelter...

    And my shoulder explodes in a sharp slap of pain from a cluster of high-cycle BB impacts from close range.  Farther out shots smack into my facemask,  thighs and vest, dinging and slapping against uniform and accessory alike. I see the two close in guys with hands and weapons up. I hold my left fist up and point my weapon up wards with my right, yelling out "HIT!" right as some BB's come in and smack into the knuckles on my right hand, sending fresh bruise-leaving jolts of pain up my arm.

    "Oh well, that's Airsoft."

    I leave that night at 20:30, exhausted, sweaty-drenched, and utterly invigorated by the adrenalin afterglow.

    $20 for an all day pass, and $10 for a bag of BB's. HELL YES.

    It's my second Saturday here, and I'm starting to see familiar faces. I'll be back this coming Saturday.

    Looking for other players. Ping me for info. Airsoft in El Monte, Calif.

  • LANFest 2K7 - A Write-up

    I thought the whole thing would be a wash when over half the group I put together to compete dropped out, but heck if it didn't work out in the end.

    Myself, SwayDude and another friend managed to pop by Friday, late (due to last-day prep issues) and stage in around 5PM-ish. My design entry actually DIED during set-up. "Car-Ride death" was the best diagnosis. Performance Build stayed up and ran like a champ. We missed most of the swag, but I got some cool decals from the Antec booth, nothing from the crucial booth except a pat on the back and well wishes. I actually went home Friday disappointed and not a little angry at the dead system. (2-3 year old socket 939 mobo SLI rig.) Got a few rounds of CS:S in, but mainly ended up being a pick-up game target for the teams that were practicing for the big competitions! The guys that are competing are GOOD -.-

    Saturday morning I woke up early and proceeded to rip the guts out of the Design rig and replace with a old Crossfire test rig I had on the bench. Lots of grumbling as I had to cut zip-ties and unmount-remount, then re-zip everything up, then test on the bench and burn-in for a half an hour while I showered and got show-ready. SwayDude decided to only get a general admission, and had work so he ditched but met up later. JayJay my other friend was registered so we met up around noon and staged in again with the rebuilt design rig. All went swimmingly and SwayDude even met up briefly w/ sammiches for all courtesy of Lee's Sandwiches in Alhambra. While SwayDude and JayJay went out and played the floor like schwaghounds, I focused on tuning my Performance build and taking a few compliments from PMS-clan girls regarding my Design build. I saw the competition and pretty much decided I wouldn't even place for design, but was pretty confident in my performance build. My buddies JayJay and Swaydude went back to their real lives early around 8ish, but I stayed to get some game in and bring the EggXpert spirit to the BYOC floor.

    Key memories: The 2nd Place in Performance guy and I swapped a LOT of overclocking tips. Trying out the Crysis Demo on the NVidia/BFG Booth. The only other set of Dual Ultras you could see at the show... looked GREAT in 1280x1024... but when I tweaked up to 1600.. kinda lagged... hope they fix this!

    The power block feeding network for the table/row in front of me died, between myself and a table-load of BYOC'ers we had power temporarily rerouted and network up in less than a minute. I reported the deficiency to the non-newegg staff, but they were pretty blase about the whole thing. CSC event staff was really on the ball and had a guy out to check, but after mentioning he had to "change the line for the entire row" he left. One of the AWESOME newegg ladies came by to make sure it was being dealt with, when I mentioned the CSC guy's in and out, she left in a huff, and the CSC guy was back within 15 mins with a fresh power block. During a lull in the gaming at around 2AM I quietly swapped the data switch back to the new working block and fed the power strips back to where they should go.

    Around 1:00 AM was when I did my photo-rounds of the busy, yet quiet and peaceful show floor. Found another LANFest-er who had snagged a QX6600 CPU but had no tools, a little rummaging in my kit and his neighbors later, we had homie up and running (albeit with a stock cooler.. WTH?!) Glad I brought a flashlight! Photos for LANFest and CAGG Labs can be seen at my Photobucket.

    Sunday was the Big Day. It passed by in a  blur of Gatorade, tuning specs, and socializing. I met all the COOLEST industry folks Sunday, and managed to get some real cool experiences in.

    Lowlights: being called out by the crowd for the push-up contest for the $1000 case (I got the announcer back later).

    Highlights: Meeting the NVidia rep and the 15 mins he spent to chat with me!

    (FINALLY) Meeting the EGGXPERT folks and their boss! Way-Cool people all around!

    Meeting the Antec rep who hooked me up with some LED fans "The way you have that laid out is awesome... but your DIMM's arn't cooled. Here take this."

    Met a fellow P180 owner who wanted some help w/ planning some more nonstandard fan placements. Whipped out the trusty two-sided tape and helped homie out.

    WINNING THE BUILD CONTESTS!!! I have *NO* idea what happened, but I think everyone dropped out once they saw who was competing in design, but when judging came around, it was me and the two fancy cases. I gave the crowd a sob story about the origins of the clear case and neon lights (I built it for my ex and she dumped me.. but I kept the PC!) I got the announcer back for the call-out when he asked me how excited I was to be winning 2 8800 GTX's a 850W Rosewill PSU a Seagate 750GB 7200rpm and a Rosewill gigabit NIC. "Eh, I'm not excted at all. The system I won with is faster..." (SILENT CROWD)

    Lowlight: does anyone remember back-hair boy, pwned by the PMS clan? Walked around shirtless with corsair stickers on his nipples, an Antec sticker on his  forehead, and makeup on for an hour or so.. never found out what he did that to get. Background on that, the PMS clan girls at the Patriot booth were doing a "GET PWNED BY PMS CLAN AND GET A PRIZE" contest. I think he tried to beat one of them at a few rounds of whatever they were demoing... and he got the snot beat out of him. He still got his prize but the price was... HUMILIATION. :D

    The End Ceremony was cool, the LANFest tournament winners were all awarded their prizes to much acclaim, and more free stuff was handed out to the crowd! 

    Saying goodbye to LANFest was hard, but I made a lot of cool new friends and I'm already looking forward to the next one! :D

    Key quotes:

     

    "HOLY C**P! HOW DID YOU GET THAT 3DMARK SCORE? Oh. Ultras."

    -Show Judge during Performance Mod Contest Scoring.

     

    "HOW much was this build?"

    "About $3k"

    "ONLY?!"

    "Newegg <3."

    -Show staff, assisting with Judging, and me.

     

    "They're giving out QX CPU's like candy!"

    -JayJay, my buddy who I got to enter my design entry, commenting about giveaways

     

    "What are you gonna name the neon case?"

    "Rainbow Warrior."

    "That's gay dude."

    "YOU'RE entering it for me :D"

    "JERK." 

    -JayJay and Myself (He left so I had to get judged by myself, so he got the last laugh.)

     

    "Did that AMD Rep Mario just throw a 150GB 10K Raptor like 30 feet into the air?"

    "Yup."

    "What's he trying to do, cripple someone?"

    "Dunno, but it hit the 3D-Vid Booth Frame before someone caught it, thank gawd."

    "That's CRAZY."

    "Yeah man I dunno if he can RMA that... what a waste of a drive..."

    -Random dude and myself watching Mario the Crazy AMD Rep do his Crazy Dance a-la Steve Ballmer (DEVELOPERS!)

     

    "That's the 3rd knockdown I've seen... what are they giving away now?"

    "Microsoft explorer mice..."

    "Hell of a reason to get crippled for..."

    -Same random dude and I about the giveaway stampede

     

     "I built this PC for my g/f... then she broke up with me, but I kept it cuz it's still a good PC!" -My sob story behind my design entry, on stage during the design judging.

     

    "HOLD ON TO YOUR BALLS. PLEASE STOP THROWING YOUR BALLS AROUND!"

    -Announcer in response to the wild spree of ball-throwing once Aegia and ABit have out blow-up plastic beach balls and red foam squishies, causing the crowd to erupt in a frenzy of ball-throwing.
     

    "ARE YOU EXCITED ABOUT WINNING ALL THESE PRIZES? HOW ARE YOU GOING TO PUT THEM IN YOUR COMPUTER?!"

    "I'm not. The one I won with is already faster than these parts..."

    (AWKWARD SILENCE)

    -Me and the announcer, during Performance Award ceremony on stage.

     

    Finally: There was too much to do, and so many people it got WARM on the show floor, but I don't recall getting sweaty. Must've been the lack of food and constant Gatorade-pounding. And peeing. I made like 15 trips to the bathroom :p >.<

    Liquids consumed while at or going to/from LANFest 2K7:

    12 1.5L assorted flavor Gatorade

    1 16 fl oz bottled water

    3 20 fl oz Mugs home-brewed coffee

    2 16 fl oz Monster Energy Drink

    2 red bulls

    1 10 fl oz (Stolichnaya) vodka tonic (Friday consolation dinner over design entry dying)

    (1/2) 8 fl oz bottle hot sake (dinner w/ Swaydude Sunday night celebrating my victorious conquests)

    1 12 oz glass of boiled tap water Sunday night because alcohol dehydrates me :I

    "Boy are my kidneys tired!"

     

    Wow, what an event. I'll try to link to Pics later, and maybe edit this to be a little more coherent... but for now I'm sad it's all over and just memories.. see everyone Next Year! 

    Update: Pics are up! On my Photobucket! Pages 2 and 3 mainly...
     


     

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