Last week the Austin Yodle tech and product team visited Outlaw Paintball for a fun time of shooting each other in the back… or face… or leg… or anywhere that was exposed from behind the various obstacles. There were misfires and duds, but in the end, we all got a little paintier.
After a brief safety briefing and loading ammunition, the tribe was divided into red and yellow teams. Teams were chosen via a highly sophisticated, pseudo-random number generation algorithm (based on the highly acclaimed eenie-meanie-miney-moe 256 algorithm or EM3-256 for short).
Facemasks were donned and the combatants entered the training grounds. It was a small course, suitable for those new to firing colorful projectiles at their coworkers. The action started and paintballs flew. In short order the red team dispatched each member of the yellow team achieving a decisive first round victory.
After a brief respite, the teams switched sides and began again. Would yellow avenge its earlier loss? No way! It was another quick lopsided match on the short course. After reloading and rehydrating, it was time to head to the big course down the hill.
The big course had 2 large bunkers at each end and a field between littered with various obstacles. It was time for yellow to show their true colors and dominate the action. With more space for complex maneuvers, surely they could conquer the battlefield. The action began and the field came alive with the sound of compressed air guns firing at rapid pace. Tactics were tried. Strategy was planned. And at the end of the first game, one lone red armband remained unpainted. Well, 2 armbands since each participant had one on each arm. And maybe there were 2 people left so 4 armbands. But the big story was that it wasn’t as lopsided as the previous matches.
Could yellow pull one out? No, not really. Over the course of the next hour, after several more matches, red won each by various amounts. In the final match, after the opponents were eliminated, the red team turned on themselves and emptied their remaining ammo. Savages!
In the end, everyone had a great time and there were no serious injuries, just a lot of whelps and painted clothing. We adjourned to a local establishment, El Maguey, for some food and drinks for celebration.