05/03/2011 - LEGEND - Paintball Game - Lisbon

Lisbon, 05/03/2011

The future lasts forever.

Or at least, it used to.

  To our parents, civilisation offered houses, computers, and cars.  And civilisation delivered.

To the children of these workers, civilisation offered life on the moon, artificial intelligence,

endless peace. All of which have failed to emerge.

This world offers nothing to us: no meaningful work, no rest, no future – only fear. Over and

over again, we find ourselves conditioned like rats by the images of not just our own death,

but of total destruction. From the collapse of the World Trade Centre, the spectre of nuclear war

to the hole in the ozone layer – and now the melting glaciers – these images ingrain themselves

in our very being.  These images are with us now, around us, burning our very souls.

This is the beginning of the Apocalypse, the beginning of the end.

But all is not lost...

This is also the beginning of a legend.  The beginning of a few brave men who stood out amongst

the burning rubble of what once was the civilised world.

These few men, raised within the fires of destruction would stand up and be counted. 

Counted to be Legends...

"The weak pray for us,

the brave stand with us,

Evil fears us,

we are the Legend…"

U.N. LAW

   Tactical Paintball Team

Presents :

Legend

  The U.N. LAW Tactical Paintball Team will be paintballing on Saturday 05/03/2011 at 9:30am.

All players that are interested in joining us, please contact us in the comments on this blog, leaving name and contact details.

Prices are set as 20 Euros (non refundable) which will hire:

Protective face mask

Body Armour

BT combat marker

Please be aware that paintballs are 30 Euros for a box of 2.000 paintballs. Most people tend to

spend around 300 to 500 paintballs (depending on how trigger happy you are!)

Alternatively, 4 people can split a 2.000 paintballs box at 7.50 each 500 paintballs.  

Most people will be meeting up outside PT Estefania 82 Building, Lisbon at around 8am on Saturday

and then depart in each others cars arriving at the paintball site just before 9am.

Come and join the fight, come and join the team, come and join the U.N.LAW!!!

The Lost Battle of Negrais - War Photos Recovered

End of Days (The Official Report)

Regardless of what reports there is out there, this and only this report is the true account of what really happened.

The battle was set to rid the Al Queda rebels in a little known place called Al Cabideche, in the province of Al Cascais. Places hardly known outside of the news media for its skirmishes. But this was to change.

With role call set for 8am the troops rallied at the rendezvous, 40 clicks from the target zone. Fenrir, responsible for the forward march, had been cruelly subjected to torture the previous day and was still suffering. An enemy spy managed to spike his last meal with the terrifying bug of Salmonella. Unknown, he willing gulped down his meal laced with the bug. On the day of battle a last call of order was deemed before meeting up with the troops. He was to fight to survive. Had he been knocked out, stripping the Wolf Pack of one of their leaders? No, he managed to take an antidote as soon the effects started. His astute awareness skills of a wolf honed in immediately to the cause, along with the years of a battle hardened stomach, not much will keep him down. He called ahead to Pariah, warning there was a spy infiltrated in the company’s mess, and he was to be eliminated at first sight. Mr Bean was the spy’s covert name; this was to be his last act of espionage, Pariah made sure of that. Fenrir, gathered his strength and made his way through the thick fog to the rendezvous. The weather must have been an omen of things to come…
On arrival, Fenrir was met with a sight that would dishearten any battle hardened soldier. More than half of the company were MIA. God damn, were there no real men out there! With the few good men, they drove in their armoured vehicles to the kill zone. Late but not defeated.

With battle plans drawn, the first battle soon took place. Heretic along with his black ops had done the recon and the enemy were no where to be seen. As we approached the kill zone the enemy broke fire. Heretic took full advantage of his new play thing, a brand new cannon strapped to his chest as if it was a new born baby, was taking sniper position, Pariah took point, Fenrir still suffering, supplied cover fire. The enemy had dug themselves in deep, this was not going to be easy. They had the upper hand and cover. The wolves being hunters couldn’t sit and wait for the prey to come out and play, they hunted, and hunted until first blood was drawn. The enemy took their fist casualty but all this led to was them digging themselves in even deeper. The mortars and the grenades were coming in fast, Pariah was pinned, Heretic wasn’t getting any clear shots and the rest of the company was making little ground. Fenrir, called for sniper cover fire to move forward from Pariah, and as he did, he took a hit to his MP5, knocking out the magazine. Without a weapon, Fenrir did what could only be done in these circumstances, draw fire from the well hidden enemy, sacrificing himself so as the rest of the wolf pack could get a point on their positions. Fenrir, went down but was not fatally wounded, he would be back to lead the onslaught later that day.

The battles moved from the townships to the thick woodland, both sides taking losses. Helicopters flew backwards and forward carrying the dead and wounded. Grenades, mortars, and landmines were making their mark, but throughout, the enemy were consistent, they were not going to make this day easy. Never has the wolf pack encountered such an elusive counterpart. They needed all their experience and patience to rid the earth of such evil, a task not met until the end of days final curtain play.

With the black ops doing their best and Alpha Company taking heavy losses the battles moved to more open fields. The enemy played into the wolf pack’s hand falling back on their strategy of digging deep waiting for the offensive to come. With no decent cover for the enemy, Fenrir flared his fangs with the prospect of easy kills. His desire for revenge was overwhelming after nearly being taken out earlier that day. The signs were as clear as day as he approached the open field. He started stripping off all un-necessary equipment, the troops watched in awe, had Fenrir succumbed to the attempted assignation or was this a sign of pure military genius? The wolf pack regrouped on the outskirts, they hadn’t done this all day as this was too dangerous. All the pack leaders in one place was an opportunity no enemy would miss to capitalise on, but Fenrir was confident they had the upper hand. The orders were simple; show no mercy!

With this in mind the game was on. Heretic broke left, Pariah close behind and a sympathiser to the right. Fenrir ran forward taking the middle ground, he got pinned and was under heavy fire, he looked back saw Heretic using his new toy making ground on the enemy positions, Pariah was giving him cover fire. The sym was quickly taken out in an act of bravado. Fenrir knew it was now or never, with a move that was to symbolise the day and to be written in the analogues of battle forever, he rushed out into open ground, putting the enemy under a hail of paint, they had seen him but took the predictable defensive action and moved into Heretic’s line of fire, making his kill all too easy. Fenrir ran onto the next position and as predictable as the first, this kill was going to be easy. The enemy cowered in a fetal position unable to dig a hole, Fenrir showed no mercy and let rip a barrage of fire taking out what was later known to be the enemy’s medicine man. Never has any man cried out so loud for his mother. This made Fenrir howl a call of victory that echoed around the hills sending a shiver down the spineless enemy’s back. They knew who was in charge and the wolf pack could taste victory.

As the morning closed the wolf pack took losses, but the enemy had learnt nothing. The pack continued to hunt and as long as Fenrir was hungry nothing was going to stop him. The enemy took heavy losses, so much that in the last battle it all became child ’s play. They were out gunned and over powered, and with one final play Fenrir went out with his pack and took out all the enemy on his own with the support fire of Black Ops and Alpha Company, with this the enemy were shattered, nothing remained but paint and broken dreams on the field. With this final battle over the wolf pack re-gathered and howled in victory letting it be known to all, that no one can hide from the wolves!

Operation End of Days - Photos

2nd REPORT - Operation End of Days - 05/02/2011

BLACK OPS TEAM

With more than half of the Alpha Wolf Company ending up in Kabul, recon Echo Wolf Company losing almost more than half of their men, and us trapped in a mine death trap land… Fenrir and Pariah shouting at one another... No One wanted to take point. It was up to MY team to save us all. The BLACK OPS WOLVES!!!

I decided to take point with my team so no one else would get caught in the mine field and end this pointless discussion. It proved to be hard and exhausting and we finally had to call in the dogs to help us. It wasn’t easy, but nothing worth doing ever is.

Pariah carried a wounded and Fenrir was covering I’m, always looking out for the enemy. Always ready to kill them all… No one was being left behind either dead, or alive! Pariah and Fenrir would make sure of that.

The weather wasn’t helping and the rain of rockets blasting nearby drove the commander insane. Before that happened, I leaded the Black Ops Wolves to meet the enemy. I rather face a fanatical enemy than a lunatic superior. Pour soul… couldn’t deal with the pressure, the stress… and all those dead bodies covered in paint.

We got close. Really close. My 5 men and I were hiding in the swamp, trying to flank the enemy when the unexpected happened. They were doing the same, trying to flank the Alpha Company. The enemy commander was smart, maybe smart enough to deserve a promotion... To general DEAD!!! We attack with all we got. We could end in this filthy swamp, but they wouldn’t get past us. They would never flank the Alpha’s. We would make sure of that.

At the first shots, 3 enemies dropped dead. Head shoot. PERFECT! We stood our ground with 3 men and sent 2 to warn the commander. They tried, running and dodging machine gun fire and grenades, they almost left the swamp. Almost… all that confusion and noise made the crocodile’s nervous and they turned on them. One didn’t escape and was dragged to the depths of the swamp. The other barely made it just to be killed by an enemy sniper. Just plain bad luck… they got so close…

Three of us left. Pinned down by enemy fire. No were to run, no were to hide. But we didn’t want to run. Didn’t want to hide. So we faced death in the eyes and stood tall and proud. The sound of our paint ripping the leaves was almost overwhelming. We throwed them all we got. Emptying pot after pot. Throwing all of our grenades. We were almost finished. Almost empty. Almost dead!
It had a purpose, as long as we got their attention and their paint, the Alpha Company was safe. We took some down and lost no one else. But that was about to end. No more paint left. Nothing more to do but wait for that paintball with our name one it…

It was then that we heard it. A blessed sound coming from the skies above. There was no mistake. The Cobras had arrived. Soon after the sound of their twenty millimeter cannon firing ripped the skies just like thunder! It was divine!!!
The enemy retreated and we stormed their empty positions. We took whatever paint we could find. Filled our pots and gave them HELL!!! Paint all over the place. Caos and death... by paint. It was the end of days and we were loving it!

The air strike began and we stopped. We heard Fenrir battle cry and look back. The rest of the Alpha Company was charging. Running mad as the Wolves they are. We dropped to our knees. Tired. Exhausted. It was over.

The Alphas runned past us, leaded by mad Fenrir and Pariah, finishing off the remainders of the enemy conclave. But as they runned past us Pariah stoped and kneeled at my side. He put is hand on my shoulder and said just two words: “We won!!”

It was enough for me and my team. We needed nothing else to be said. We stood proud and runned together. Like the Wolf pack we are!!

REPORT - Operation End of Days - 05/02/2011

           WELCOME TO THE POOR DEAD BASTARDS CLUB

      A last minute change of orders just as we landed on the LZ would ultimately send almost half of Alpha Wolf Company, of the 101st Infantry, to the Promised Land… whose promise and whose land is still in question to this very day.   The break from the jungle and getting bunker-duty on base was exciting to a bunch of grunts on their first tour.  We needed a break from the bush, we’d earned it! 
      As we grouped together on the LZ our sergeant came rushing toward our group of jungle-orphans from the supply area and dropped an emotional bomb on our heads. Echo Wolf Company, our reconnaissance company, had been sweeping an area surrounding the "Oil Drum Alley" and had lost almost half of the company due to enemy mines and booby-traps. We were aware of their situation due to continual radio-traffic and knew their losses were tremendous. What was so frightening, however, was the fact that they had never made enemy contact.
      We moved out at dawn; what would prove to be the longest day of my life. We hadn’t gone more than a few hundred yards when our point-man stepped on a booby-trap. A deafening explosion rang out in the fog-covered, misty morning and the battlefield cries of dying soldiers permeated the smoke and debris. “Medic, medic,” was screamed from the point. Our point-man immediately lost one leg to a huge amount of paint!
"It looked like someone had thrown a bucket of emulshon on him!"  Shouted Fenrir as we scanned the horizon for na enemy ambush.  Two KIA’s, and several were wounded. As I assisted one soldier torn open at the stomach by six paintballs and a paint grenade, awaiting the Medi-vacs, in his panic-stricken voice, he screamed for his “mother;” and was walked off the field by a laughing marshal.

     After wrestling for another point-man, Heretic and his Black Ops team volunteered to take the point. Ultimately, we called in a dog-team to sniff out the underground devices. Still cloudy from the storm the night before we were starting to cross a series of  trenches when we came under rocket fire. Fortunately, the rockets overshot our position; I felt myself aging. I recall with vivid clarity, thinking, “Thank God I wore my brown camos today.” Believe me, when rockets start blasting near by you can really feel the brown gunge run down your leg!
We eventually moved up to higher grown as paint flew and blasted round our ears. Heretics team moved right into the mist, disquising their movements and eventually took up position north of the village.  Our commander seemed to be cracking-up, giving orders and almost immediately retracting them. It was clearly noticeable to us and very unsettling. When our leader became fanatical it wasn’t comforting to the soldiers “at all.”   We’d lost around eight men already that day and there was a very long  night ahead of us. We started to dig-in for the night. The atmosphere was charged with death and the overcast sky only attributed to our restlessness.

      A former air strike had placed a few huge craters in the center of what would  be our night defense perimeter. Being the grenadier for the Command Post I claimed one of the craters for my fox-hole. One of the new guys was standing a couple of feet from me when he took a direct hit from an incoming RGP. Obviously, the rocket signaled an enemy assault and our position become hell.  More and more mortar fire followed soon after, the ground trembled and dust flew in the air and filled our mask vents making the air unbreathable.  Paint flak hit the air above my head as I became pebble dashed in florescent yellow, a guy screamed to my right as a mortar exploded leaving only his paint ridden boots where he once stood.

     Although I had both eyes covered I could hear the incoming rockets and small arms fire intensifying. The concussion from the hit above my head, was starting to subside somewhat and I could faintly recognize the explosions.  I felt like I knew where the rockets were fired from and tried to tell our lieutenant but I’m sure he thought I was in shock. Finally, I heard the blessed rotor blades of the Medi Vacs as they cut through the air in bound. However, I noticed they were circling our position and wasn’t attempting to land. I screamed out at whoever was around and declared, “Why aren’t they coming in to get us?” Some voice replied, “We’re under to heavy an assault, they’re waiting on gun-ship escort.”. There was no mistaking the Cobra’s. When they arrived the enemy hid…quick. The gunship fired a twenty millimeter cannon that fired 6000 rounds of paint a minute; the sound was frightening, much like that of a chainsaw running at full throttle.  A spine chilling scream soon came after as the enemy appeared over the ridge and pushed in east of the village to try and flank our defensive position.  Ten minutes into the fight, Heretic followed by the black ops team charged the enemy flank forcing the enemy on the defencive.  An air strike soon followed, as the sky darkened with air to ground missile fumes.  The enemy flew as rockets burst on the ground around them forcing them back to the ridge.  Fenrir called out his battle cry as he lifted his MP5 and charged out of his fox hole followed by the rest of the Wolf Pack. Three hours later and the mist had cleared leaving a battle torn field and a paint stricken village.



"thats my point of view...  Yours is invalid!"

Last Man Standing photos