Colin Allen

Having only a passing acquaintance with Bad Manners, despite being in my teens when they first became popular, I always thought the title was Lipo (or Lippo) Fatty. I have learned something this evening.

Known as "doing a Ben" in certain circles.

It is a pro-IRA song about shooting British soldiers.

Locked to semi and used as a DMR.

Nice! I have some AEP pistol batteries of a similar size and capacity. Please post pictures of it when it is completed; I would love to see it.

Flanders and Swann: The Hippopotamus Song. I seem to have an innate ability for finding mud and getting covered in it, mainly because I spend a fair bit of time on my belt buckle.

Fuck that Provo shit.

He probably mislaid it in his beard.

The poor thing! Where will you put the battery?

I would second the recommendation of the Begadi hop units; superb!

Weird!

Is your PDW metal or plastic?

I have a Double Bell KAC PDW; it can run on Nuprol Stanags.

I will keep an eye out for someone swearing at an M16A1! A lot of mine are of a similar vintage; I quite often wander around with an L1A1. Looking at their rules, I can see why you were confused about grenades: No pyro or flash-bang grenades Keep all grenades under head height Grenades hit a 3-5m radius, barrels and curtains don’t protect you

Say hello next time :).

Defending Atropia.

It has indeed. I wonder why he is having trouble selling it. Definitely a dreamer!

Why? Why? Why?

It is a Raven.

What an utter cunt.

On a bright, sunny morning, I set off for Splatoon. The site was busy, but not as packed as I have seen it. On arriving, my first task was to test the green furnitured LCT AK74 that I have been working on after buying it with a locked up gearbox. It ran very nicely, shooting past the end of the 50m range with good accuracy at 0.96J. It will soon be making an appearance in the Classifieds. After getting everything ready and having a chat with some of the other players, it was time for the first game. This was a simple domination, using the container village field and the middle field. In each field is a spinner; at the end of the game, the team with their colour pointing up won that field. I decided to join the group that were going into the middle field as I prefer that to the container village. We quickly reached the spinner, set it with blue pointing up and settled in to defend it. The yellow team made several strong pushes to try to reach it, but their attacks withered away each time as we made the best use of our defensive positions and communicated well with each other. When the game came to an end, we set off back to the safe zone, meeting up with our colleagues who had been in the container village; they had also secured the spinner after a rather harder fought battle. Huzzah! Victory! After reloading up and taking on fluids, we set off for a fallback game; the defenders had one life in each of four zones and, as the attackers, we had infinite regens on a marshal who followed 10m behind our rearmost player. Possibly due to the heat, our initial attack was sluggish, but we eventually cleared the first zone before regrouping to attack the second zone; this went rather more quickly and, in the third phase, we found ourselves facing the usual problem of breaking into the first half of the container village, which involves running across the front of the defenders to get into the somewhat dubious cover of a black helicopter, which then acts as a base to push forward. After initially struggling to get to the helicopter, we eventually succeeded and started to push forward, clearing the first phase of the village after a fairly intense fight. Once the defenders had reset in the second section of the container village, we again pushed forward, coming up against a spirited defence that was gradually worn down until one of our players was able to make a run for the grey helicopter and get a hand on it, signalling the end of the game. Luncheon was then taken. After we had dined and hydrated, we set off for another domination game, this time across all three fields. Each team had one riot shield, which could take five hits before having to go back to regen; this didn't seem to have much impact on play. Again, I found myself in the middle field, where we repeated our earlier performance and had the spinner on blue all through the game. Unfortunately, our colleagues in the other two fields did not fare so well and we lost 2-1. Following yet more essential hydration, we embarked on the reverse of the earlier fallback game, with us now being the defenders. In the first two zones, I took up favourite positions on the right flank, holding up the enemy who were trying to push down that side. In the third phase in the first half of the container village, I had great fun potting enemy players who were trying to run to the black helicopter until a BB skimmed my trouser leg. Falling back to set up a position for the final phase, I dug myself into some bushes on the edge of the field (players were only allowed 1m into the bordering wood) and took out a lot of attackers as they moved across my front until a sniper got me. The enemy's time to reach the helicopter was four minutes quicker than ours. When we got back to the safe zone, a quick head count was taken and it became obvious that we had been seriously outnumbered, with the enemy team being 70% larger than ours as more of our players than theirs had succumbed to the heat and called it a day. After the teams were rebalanced, we went out for a last game. The Yellow team had to transport a rather large cuddly toy zebra from their start point in the woods behind the container village to the safe zone entrance. They had infinite regens on a marshal and we had one life in each field. Only their nominated player could carry the zebra, which was nearly as big as him. Our defence in the container village collapsed rather rapidly as we did not have enough players to cover the frontage; after holding off their attack in the centre, I was hit by an attacker who had taken out the chap to my right and sneaked onto my flank. A marshal commiserated with me on my misfortune. Falling back to the middle field, we came under great pressure from the attackers, but held them off for longer than expected, with the HK53 dealing out hits at surprisingly long ranges. However, I was eventually hit and headed back to the lower field, where we put up a stalwart defence, picking off the attackers as they moved down the slope in the general direction of the safe zone entrance. It became clear that they were trying to work round our left, so I moved that way and took up a new position. Unfortunately, an incident then occurred which has brought shame and dishonour on me. Just as I was about to take a shot at one of the attackers, one of my colleagues popped up and I shot him in the back of the head. Being a gentleman, I apologised profusely for shooting him, took the hit and left him to fight on. At least a little bit of honour is restored, but I shall probably have to travel to the colonies and live under an assumed name for the rest of my days and farm kangaroos or something. Fortunately, the enemy failed to get the zebra to its destination before the 16:00 whistle went, signalling the end of the game and of a very good day of airsoft. Weapons used: Classic Army HK33 Classic Army HK53 ASG XP18 Commander (CO2)

That is correct. It pulls the spring guide into place, stabilising the spring.

Nuprol.

Even if you had been single-handedly ruining the enemy team, there would no excuse for him to behave that way. Far too many sites are run or marshalled by people who should never be doing so. Maybe it is time to find another site?