I was first shown paintball by my friend. At the time I didn’t think much of it. Honestly I didn’t even care, I was around age 11.
My friend first showed it to me because he thought the markers looked cool. I remember I was at his house and he pulled up a chair and sat me down at his computer showing off different markers he liked. I remember him mentioning the Empire Axe a lot in particular. He liked it because it both looked like an actual axe and because it had an “edgy” name (pun intended.)
We sat there and I was bored outta my mind. Now a few years later all I do in my spare time is drool over paintball markers I can’t buy. Bit ironic isn’t it?
I didn’t go to the field and actually play until I was 12, it was for a birthday party a friend was having at SC Village.
The first game I was absolutely terrified, I sat in the back and did nothing but cower, but the rush of adrenaline I would come to cherish and chase for years to come was there, even in those first few moments. The second round I played again, not much changed except one thing. I got caught behind the same bunker as a pump player.
The pump player seemed so calm, collected, and focused. It was incredible watching him, to this day I never got his name and I only remember him for the odd contraption he used that I later came to know as a stock class Carter.
I got the courage to stand up and fire back and that’s when I was truly hooked. I gained so much respect for pump players from the very beginning and I think that’s most of the reason I started to play pump myself, I wanted to be that guy I saw.