Post by deeno on Apr 30, 2007 20:32:44 GMT -8
A small vid of the group that took me in under their wing:
s157.photobucket.com/albums/t74/Czechter/?action=view¤t=Monterey48hrs029.flv
Here are some pictures of the interior of that building
Opposite side angle:
Entrance:
Upstairs:
Downstairs
The Battle
---------------
Friday afternoon
When the Friday night battle began, a group of 6-8 of us made a quick push down the right side to try and grab as much real estate as we could. We ended up being stopped one building short of our objective and getting trapped in a one story building on the boundary for about 45minutes taking fire from a two story building and unable to move up. I tried to move on the outside of the building and ended up getting shot. The allies then made a strong push up both tape lines and we were boxed in and having a heck of a time fighting our way out. I did what I could to spotlight the Allies, but it seemed as though everytime we'd shoot one of them, another one would move up to take his place. About half way into the night the allies started succombing to attrition and we get word that one of our boys (ECP) was able to sneak through the enemy lines and blow up the enemy CP by running the far right side. We also get confirmation that the Allied General's body was never found so Poolman and Little Poolman grab me and we try to see if we can find a sniper hole within range of the enemy CP. We move under some brush and end up taking an ally prisioner (who must have been French because he surrendered before any of us even knew he was there). In good spirits, we push on a little further, but I got nailed by friendly fire before we got behind enemy lines.
Saturday's battle is somewhat of a blur. I honestly don't remember what the hell I did, but I do know that I was real busy popping grenades into windows/doorways and got into some awesome gun battles with a guy who turned out to be my arch nemesis for the day. I bumped into Poolman towards the end of the day and he looked a little disheartened as he was having a lot of equipment problems. I give him the assurance that he'd have the time of his life at the dinner battle so we head out with Little Poolman in tow. The format of the battle was that each side would set up inside of buildings that are broadside of each other. The buildings were ~15 yards apart and you could literally see the whites of the eyes of the enemy in the opposite window. The objective was simple. Props were placed in the middle of the road between the buildings and whoever had the balls to get them would take the day. The entire field was in play which made for a lot of skirmishes all over the place. Our little trio decides to setup shop upstairs one building to the right so that we could get the angles on the road and also the enemy's only front facing doorway. When the battle began, we ran up and took our positions. We stay low as to not attract any attention, but anytime the allies tried to make a push on the right side, we popped out of our windows and turned the road into a turkey shoot. At one point two of the allies tried belly crawling out of their doorway, but I couldn't get an angle on them. I yell out "DOORWAY DOORWAY" and hear Poolman's gun barking and one of the bodies goes limp. I yell out "ONE MORE, ONE MORE" and his gun barks again and I swear I heard a giggle afterwards. A few of our boys have the gall to run into the street and we popped up to drop the hammer on all of the windows in range to give them cover. Good times!
Saturday night ended up being one of the most memorable battles I've ever been in. I spent the majority of the night chasing ghosts and digging up artifacts, but towards the end of the night, our commander sends us out to take care of an enemy spotlight that had gotten too close to our defense perimeter. Our forces move across mostly open ground and also occupy the building accross from our objective. Since running accross the open didn't seem to be working, I went creepy crawly along the side and inch my way up to the side entrance while others were trading gun fire with the enemy occupying the building. I hear Poolman run across behind me so I push across into the open. At one point I was crawling prone in broad moonlight right in the middle road and somehow I managed to make the doorway without being seen by the enemy. A few quick peeks in the doorway and I could see two lazy looking sentries at the far side watching the stairwell at the back entrance and milling around. I spent what seemed like an eternity trying to get the balls to make the entry and then suddenly I start taking friendly fire all over the place and I'm forced to pull myself into the doorway and then quickly into the immidiate room to the left to get out of the moonlight. At this point all I can hear is my heart pounding. Realizing that once begun I had to keep moving, what must have been my inner beast took control. Still unseen by the guards, I cross over and clear the room just opposite. Then I stood up and walked over to the first guard and put my arm around his shoulder and give him a jab to the ribs. The other guard watched lazily as I crossed the empty hallway and as I pass him going up the stairs, I give him the touch of death too. As soon as I reach the top of the narrow stairwell a gun is pointed at my head and I'm challenged with the words "669". With measured steps, I cross the 2 yards between us and grab his barrel to move the business end away from my face and wave him to lean in closer so I can give him the touch of death too. As he's leaning in, my eyes quickly scan the room. 1, 2, 3 ,4... I stopped counting at 9. It seemed like every window on both sides had a body under it and every dream of possibly walking out of the building alive evaporate as the moon starts bleeding and sky turns red. As if in a dream, my weapon called to me and came up of its own accord and rounds started flying. I wasn't sure if I was dead or alive, all could see was crimson and limp bodies hitting the floor. As the muzzle of my A-5 swept from left to right, the sound of automatic gunfire and screams of death echoed through the building and for a split second I wondered perhaps if this wasn't heaven instead of hell. Suddenly an unfriendly hand from behind gives my shoulder a squeeze and the words "Your dead" wake me from what must have been a dream. In this way, the second night ended.
Sunday morning
Will try to write more later. Thank you S&F for rushing the nades to me even though (as I find out later) you guys had a big game the weekend before. They were put to very very good use. Did you know they fit in a pod? Useful way to carry more nades...
70+ pictures of the terrain are here for your viewing pleasure
s108.photobucket.com/albums/n32/deeno35/Stalig%204-27-2006/?action=view&slideshow=true
FYI Blackcat will be having a game at this field again in July before it is demo'd and turned into track housing.
s157.photobucket.com/albums/t74/Czechter/?action=view¤t=Monterey48hrs029.flv
Here are some pictures of the interior of that building
Opposite side angle:
Entrance:
Upstairs:
Downstairs
The Battle
---------------
Friday afternoon
When the Friday night battle began, a group of 6-8 of us made a quick push down the right side to try and grab as much real estate as we could. We ended up being stopped one building short of our objective and getting trapped in a one story building on the boundary for about 45minutes taking fire from a two story building and unable to move up. I tried to move on the outside of the building and ended up getting shot. The allies then made a strong push up both tape lines and we were boxed in and having a heck of a time fighting our way out. I did what I could to spotlight the Allies, but it seemed as though everytime we'd shoot one of them, another one would move up to take his place. About half way into the night the allies started succombing to attrition and we get word that one of our boys (ECP) was able to sneak through the enemy lines and blow up the enemy CP by running the far right side. We also get confirmation that the Allied General's body was never found so Poolman and Little Poolman grab me and we try to see if we can find a sniper hole within range of the enemy CP. We move under some brush and end up taking an ally prisioner (who must have been French because he surrendered before any of us even knew he was there). In good spirits, we push on a little further, but I got nailed by friendly fire before we got behind enemy lines.
Saturday's battle is somewhat of a blur. I honestly don't remember what the hell I did, but I do know that I was real busy popping grenades into windows/doorways and got into some awesome gun battles with a guy who turned out to be my arch nemesis for the day. I bumped into Poolman towards the end of the day and he looked a little disheartened as he was having a lot of equipment problems. I give him the assurance that he'd have the time of his life at the dinner battle so we head out with Little Poolman in tow. The format of the battle was that each side would set up inside of buildings that are broadside of each other. The buildings were ~15 yards apart and you could literally see the whites of the eyes of the enemy in the opposite window. The objective was simple. Props were placed in the middle of the road between the buildings and whoever had the balls to get them would take the day. The entire field was in play which made for a lot of skirmishes all over the place. Our little trio decides to setup shop upstairs one building to the right so that we could get the angles on the road and also the enemy's only front facing doorway. When the battle began, we ran up and took our positions. We stay low as to not attract any attention, but anytime the allies tried to make a push on the right side, we popped out of our windows and turned the road into a turkey shoot. At one point two of the allies tried belly crawling out of their doorway, but I couldn't get an angle on them. I yell out "DOORWAY DOORWAY" and hear Poolman's gun barking and one of the bodies goes limp. I yell out "ONE MORE, ONE MORE" and his gun barks again and I swear I heard a giggle afterwards. A few of our boys have the gall to run into the street and we popped up to drop the hammer on all of the windows in range to give them cover. Good times!
Saturday night ended up being one of the most memorable battles I've ever been in. I spent the majority of the night chasing ghosts and digging up artifacts, but towards the end of the night, our commander sends us out to take care of an enemy spotlight that had gotten too close to our defense perimeter. Our forces move across mostly open ground and also occupy the building accross from our objective. Since running accross the open didn't seem to be working, I went creepy crawly along the side and inch my way up to the side entrance while others were trading gun fire with the enemy occupying the building. I hear Poolman run across behind me so I push across into the open. At one point I was crawling prone in broad moonlight right in the middle road and somehow I managed to make the doorway without being seen by the enemy. A few quick peeks in the doorway and I could see two lazy looking sentries at the far side watching the stairwell at the back entrance and milling around. I spent what seemed like an eternity trying to get the balls to make the entry and then suddenly I start taking friendly fire all over the place and I'm forced to pull myself into the doorway and then quickly into the immidiate room to the left to get out of the moonlight. At this point all I can hear is my heart pounding. Realizing that once begun I had to keep moving, what must have been my inner beast took control. Still unseen by the guards, I cross over and clear the room just opposite. Then I stood up and walked over to the first guard and put my arm around his shoulder and give him a jab to the ribs. The other guard watched lazily as I crossed the empty hallway and as I pass him going up the stairs, I give him the touch of death too. As soon as I reach the top of the narrow stairwell a gun is pointed at my head and I'm challenged with the words "669". With measured steps, I cross the 2 yards between us and grab his barrel to move the business end away from my face and wave him to lean in closer so I can give him the touch of death too. As he's leaning in, my eyes quickly scan the room. 1, 2, 3 ,4... I stopped counting at 9. It seemed like every window on both sides had a body under it and every dream of possibly walking out of the building alive evaporate as the moon starts bleeding and sky turns red. As if in a dream, my weapon called to me and came up of its own accord and rounds started flying. I wasn't sure if I was dead or alive, all could see was crimson and limp bodies hitting the floor. As the muzzle of my A-5 swept from left to right, the sound of automatic gunfire and screams of death echoed through the building and for a split second I wondered perhaps if this wasn't heaven instead of hell. Suddenly an unfriendly hand from behind gives my shoulder a squeeze and the words "Your dead" wake me from what must have been a dream. In this way, the second night ended.
Sunday morning
Will try to write more later. Thank you S&F for rushing the nades to me even though (as I find out later) you guys had a big game the weekend before. They were put to very very good use. Did you know they fit in a pod? Useful way to carry more nades...
70+ pictures of the terrain are here for your viewing pleasure
s108.photobucket.com/albums/n32/deeno35/Stalig%204-27-2006/?action=view&slideshow=true
FYI Blackcat will be having a game at this field again in July before it is demo'd and turned into track housing.