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[2rakblog]

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[military1st]

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[tacticool-operative]

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[defrowe]

The Best and Worst Types of Airsofters: Who to Love and Who to Avoid

[homunculus-argument]

Weird stories I remember reading online:

A dude starts a story about airsoft with "my great-grandma was a contortionist in a circus. This will be relevant later." And then he starts explaining about this challenge that was played out at his local airsoft field, essentially two-team capture the flag, where both teams could move their flags around their own respective fortresses and hideouts, but with specific rules to make it harder to keep the flag location hidden from the enemy.

And this guy happened to spot the enemy team moving their flag (I think you needed to have 3 players of the team to move your own flag or something), and saw them taking the flag to one large-ish shack with only one entrance. This guy circles the shack several times but can't find any other entrance, only a narrow opening in one wall that's clearly intended to just let in sunlight, and allow people to shoot out of the building or try to shoot in. The enemy team has left this room unguarded, it's upstairs and the flag is held downstairs.

They don't consider it an entrance that should be guarded because no ordinary man could reasonably enter through it. But our hero here is not an ordinary man. He's hyperflexible, and not the first in his family to use their genetic loose joints in their advantage. So this guy reaches in, and carefully puts his gun on the floor. He takes off his coat and belt, and put them inside, too. He even removes his shoes. And then he dislocates his fucking shoulder, in order to squeeze through a hole that people shouldn't fit through.

Once inside, he manages to get his shoulder back on the right way, takes a moment to recover, gets himself geared back up, and sneaks downstairs to fire three unsuspecting enemy teammates in the back, capturing the flag and winning the game. From their point of view, this guy had just manifested out of thin fucking air.

Having been the key to winning this challenge, in a feat that seemed downright impossible, the guy was asked to explain how. So he told them of the squid-like squeezing feat. While everyone was impressed, he was the reason why the field got a new rule: no limb dislocation allowed. Also there's now a bar in the middle of the previous slipping slot, barring any new attempts.

And that's how a circus contortionist's great-grandson got "All team members' ligaments must be kept at their intended locations during the whole game" added to the rule list of an airsoft field.

[reanimatedandmedicated]

various updates and facts about my family

my mother huffed raid bug spray and ate wallpaper paste as a child. my grandfather believes my autistic sibling is an alien and is asking him to provide the winning lottery numbers. my sister tried to kill her boyfriend recently.

My dad is getting married to his seventh wife.

And my little brother (J) is smelting pawn shop jewelry in efforts to make silver bullets to load in .22 casings

My grandfather swears he was abducted by aliens and they modified his cum.

In 2009, he attempted to trade firearms for an alleged crystal skull which he believed contained the blueprints to rebuild Atlantis.

In 2012, my family created a convey of six cars all loaded with guns, ammo, canned food, etc. in order to prepare for the apocalypse. In December of 2012, my grandfather led us to where he believed our family would hold off the forces of evil, a last bastion for our bloodline- A fucking Super8 motel in Forsyth GA.

My mother used to drink blood in the 90s and beat the shit out of football players as a hobby, so she could beef up for roller derby. She raises baby animals, and has more than once attempted to kill a man during intimacy.

All if my dad's ex wives have tried to kill him. He's had attack dogs sicced on him, beaten with a crowbar, chased with a hammer, run over with his own car, and pushed out a vehicle. His new wife was a pen pal he met when she was in jail.

My aunt believes she convenes with the angels when she's hopped up on ambien and percocet, so she's like the goth version of Mama Murphy from Fallout 4.

I was conceived in a crack den in North Carolina. My mother's organs don't like having kids, so much so that both me and my sibling (J) were born dead and had to be resuscitated. In both cases it was due to the umbilical cord playing a game of Hangman.

My little brother (J) taught Igor, our Vulture, to vomit on command. Nobody knows how.

He has been using the infestation of rats at my family's cabin to do... something. He's been running a rat cannibalism fight club, in an attempt to fish out a Super Rat which he plans to do... Something with?

My little brother (M) spends his spare time firing at passing cars. We have managed to make sure he's using BB guns, is the compromise. (J) went through a similar phase when he was an early teen, and would shoot a bow and arrow at the neighbor's house. I did the same with a potato cannon in my youth. It's a tradition.

My dad is missing his appendix. He has no idea where it went and has no record of it ever being removed.

My grandmother reluctantly admitted to having an affair with a ghost in her 40s.

My brother (M) used to love botany. By the age of 6 he could tell you anything you wanted to know about the flora of southeast GA. He had a garden. And he also grew weed for my step-dad until my mom found out. After that he was banned from gardening and picked up junior robotics as a hobby after i gave him K'nex and some Lego Mindstorms stuff years ago. He took apart an air conditioner in a motel once. To this day we don't know what he did with the screws. He builds airsoft guns from scrap and is a mechanical prodigy. He is almost illiterate.

My brother (A) disturbs me. He was raised by the internet and YouTube. He is whatever this new generation is personified. He's frighteningly... Normal.

I am waiting for the shoe to drop and for him to reveal some darkness to him never before seen in my family.

He's just. A normal kid. A little zoomer that watches Mr. Beast and YouTube long plays. He's also the straight man to most of all my family's bullshit. He's dangerously genre savvy. He also has a weird interest in law???

My sister (H) is your average country girl. She's attempted to kill more than one of her boyfriends (will clarify that they were abusive), has totaled three cars and always walks away from these nightmarish accidents unscathed. She was found on the side of the road last year hitting her vape and flagging down a car, while her own was stuck five feet above a ditch in a tree.

She has a job and plans to go to New York to "see what them city twinks got goin' on"

My other little sister (C) is the only other queer member of my sibling roster. She's a lesbian, and enjoys shooting things. Sometimes living things. She, like (A), is dangerously genre savvy and doesn't play into my family's religious fanaticism. She wants to be a firefighter because she is also a pyromaniac and wants an excuse to see "big things burn".

A bit more about (J)- He claims to speak to the dead, and has used this to become my grandfather's right hand man, and the beneficiary of his estate. He is an autodidact, self taught with blacksmithing and metalworking. He dresses well, and also has a hidden laboratory in my grandfather's shed where he has taken a fixation in herbal tinctures and remedies. He knows they're bullshit. But my family buys his potions, and he uses the money to buy pawn shop jewelry and scrap metal to build stuff. He believes firmly in werewolves, and is convinced Furries are a psyop to prepare the general public for their emergence in society. Which is why he's making silver bullets.

I wish to stipulate that not a single word of this is a joke. This is on god, IRL bullshit I have to contend with.

I should probably update this to remove real names what the fuck

[diejager]

I just learned that moaning in the UK means complaining, or at least that's what I got from a UK airsoft player. It's funny thinking about it...

"Oi, stop moaning, Johnny!"

"Quit moaning, Sergeant." Or even

"What are you moaning about, mate?"

[possumcollege]

Being a Red Circle Detective gives people a real dopamine hit. Some of it feels like engagement baiting, but I see overlap in how people fall into conspiracy spirals. It feels like using secret knowledge or doing an activism in a world where we feel like reality itself is unraveling. Like critical thinking is discouraged unless you're hunting AI or trans people online. I know picking apart that photo of airsoft guns the IOF posted sure got me hyperfixating for a solid couple hours, when I probably would have been happier doing any number of more productive things.

God, what a fuck-awful player class for our moment in history. Like being a ranger but your alignment determines whether you receive Notice Fingers or Contemplate Jawline at lv3. 😖

[mikhailwrites]

Waiting for Connection 4 / Ghost x Soap NerdAU

Ghost is retired and plays milsim videogame. Soap is still in the force and sometimes plays that same videogame...

Previous chapter | AO3

Soap seems to be a busy man, only playing for an hour or two in the evening a couple of days a week if he’s lucky. Sometimes, he doesn’t play for a week. Or two. Ghost understands, of course. He knows how it is, which doesn’t mean he’s not feeling a little sorry every time he starts Steam, looks at his very short Friendslist and sees CallMeSoap in the “Offline” section of it.

Truth be told, it took one week for Ghost to get used to Soap; to finetune his own playstyle to Soap’s, to count on him having his six or be wherever Ghost needs him to be. To do a good job. Even though they are still playing with random people, the two of them usually carry the brunt of the mission due to their sheer efficiency, teamwork and skill.

On days Ghost plays without Soap, he notices the skill gap even more than before. And has even less patience for it, too. Until, one evening, he actually argues full-on with his teammates. Ghost is not petty or anything; he just… wants a taste of his old life, not to educate sixteen-year-old airsoft enthusiasts on the importance of clear and concise communication. Not that there’s anything wrong with being a sixteen-year-old airsoft enthusiast. Ghost simply has no patience for it.

After a few very not-fun games, he decides to give it a rest and only plays solo. Unfortunately, there is a reason why he started with multiplayer in the first place. The only advantage of AI teammates is that they’re not as chaotic. However, they are as daft as they come.

Ghost quits the game after the third death that evening. However, he pauses over the Quit the game button. Instead, Ghost shifts his hand, and the cursor selects “Editor”. Despite all the hours spent in the game, he’s never tried to create his own scenario. Who would he play it with, anyway?

Only now, he actually has a mate to play with. He could prepare something interesting for when Soap gets back from whatever hellhole he is currently deployed to. If there’s something Ghost has an abundance of, it’s combat experience, particularly in special operations.

Ghost smiles as the mission editor opens. Oh, he’s going to enjoy this.

“I’ve created some custom missions for two players; wanna try it out?” Ghost says, trying to sound like he didn’t spend about twenty hours recreating one of his oldest missions. There are enough changes to allow for plausible deniability, but it’s been about twenty years. He can’t imagine anybody giving a shit now.

“What kind of question is that? Bring it on, old man!” Soap exclaims, clearly excited. Ghost doesn’t comment on the fact that he’s been called old. It’s a provocation to get him to admit how old he really is, and Simon is not falling for it.

“Eager, Soap?” Ghost smirks. “Equip some explosives with remotes and an SMG with a silencer.”

“We going dark, Ghost? And in close quarters? Oh, I like it already,” Soap’s voice gains a darker, grittier quality.

“Let’s see how good you really are,” Simon smiles, watching as the game drops their avatars to an unknown terrain in the middle of the night -unknown to Soap, at least. They’re in a small clearing in the middle of a dense tropical forest.

“Five Ks away is a small settlement. A local drug cartel has a heavy presence in the village. Our target is a VIP hostage.”

“So we will need a diversion,” Soap notes, and Ghost can only imagine the devious grin on his face. Face he’s never seen. Soap sounds like someone who is open about their emotions. He has no issue laughing, and when he’s pissed, his voice drops and gains a gravelly quality to it that Ghost admits he rather likes. “What will be your job?”

“I’ll be covering you from a distance,” Ghost says as he equips his favourite sniper rifle. There’s a pistol in his thigh holster, too, just in case.

Soap’s avatar lowers their night vision. “You know, I have yet to meet someone in this game who is a decent sniper. People think it’s so bloody easy, just lay in the grass, scope and shoot,” Soap complains.

“I’d be very careful about what you want to imply. Soap, wouldn’t want any friendly fire happening, would we?” Ghost smirks, clicking the magazine back into the rifle.

“Absolutely not, sir.”

Watching Soap work through the scope of the sniper rifle is something else. Especially since it’s just a game. There are no stakes, so Ghost can simply watch and marvel. He would never admit just how impressed he is when he watches Soap sneak around enemy patrols or wait until they come to them, only to jump them with a knife and dispose of them quickly.

Ghost is doing his part, of course. Whenever anyone could come close to surprising Soap, Ghost takes care of them. In one instance, it’s a very close call. Soap is about to open the door to one of the small, single-story houses in search of their VIP hostage when Ghost notices there’s an armed man standing right behind them. It’s too late to warn Soap. Ghost makes a judgement call and shoots the Tango through the window.

It causes noise, of course, and noise attracts attention.

“Alright, let’s bring in some light, shall we?” Ghost asks as he sees multiple hostiles closing in on Soap’s position.

“And there shall be light,” Soap says as he activates the charges he’s set earlier under the car at the edge of the village.

The explosion is spectacular by military standards. It’s no Hollywood fireworks, but it’s big, bright and loud—more than enough to divert attention from Soap.

Ghost checks the surrounding area. “Clear, let’s finish this up, Soap.”

“It’ll be my pleasure, Ghost,” Soap agrees as he sweeps the house for the hostage. This is the last house they haven’t checked, so the VIP must be there. Somewhere.

Ghost is doing his best to check the inside of the house through the windows, but there are still a lot of blind spots.

The moment he catches a glimpse of movement, he knows it’s too late. “Soap!”

He hears a series of silenced shots, then an audible exhale. “That was close, Ghost. I thought you had my six. I did, however, find our package. Heading out now.”

Ghost watches as Soap exits the building, cautiously looking around before he gestures for the hostage to follow. Simon is keeping a close eye on the burning car, the sizeable crowd that gathered around it, and any possible complications. The AI is, however, not that good at improvising and Soap’s retreat is as smooth as it can get.

They venture back into the forest and to the exfil point at a safe distance from the settlement.

“I’d say this is at least worth a first-name basis, Ghost,” Soap says, clearly cheerful. And Ghost? Well, Ghost has to admit he’s actually happy as well. This was his first custom mission, one he actually did in real life, and not only could he revisit it, but he could do it with a friend, a skilled one at that. It’s been the most thrilling thing he’s experienced in a year, maybe even longer. Perhaps he could indulge Soap a little.

“Alright,” Ghost relents. “On one condition. You go first.”

“Obviously,” Soap laughs but quietens fast. “I’m John.”

“Simon.”

There are a few seconds of silence. “Simon? Not what I expected.”

Ghost chuckles. “And what, pray tell, did you expect?”

“I’ll tell you if you tell me how old you are,” Soap doesn’t miss a beat.

“Trying to gauge whether I’m old enough to play this game, John?”

“You guessed it!” Soap laughs.

“I’m feeling generous tonight. I’m thirty-eight.”

“Huh,” Soap huffs, and it sounds genuinely surprised. However, he doesn’t say anything about Ghost being an old man, which is good. “Okay, that’s fair. As for the name… I expected something… harder, I guess? Maybe Craig? Or Robert?”

“Fuckin’ hell…, I sound like a Craig to you, do I?” Simon groans. He never felt strongly about his name. It’s okay. It's not horrible, but it's nothing to get too excited about. When he thinks about it, he feels the same about John. It’s… fine. Ordinary in the same way a quaint little house in the countryside is.

“Well, no, I guess you don’t. But… Simon is actually nice. I like Simon. Simon,” Soap repeats the name several times as if to get used to its taste and sound.

Ghost actually sits back, frowning as he realises he’s got goosebumps. What the hell?

[gammaliminal]

Neon Troupe: The Hunter

(He/him) An egotistical ex-pro-airsoft player, he started to grow bored of the tournaments, modifying his rifle to be a bit more… High-powered. One attempted murder later, and a ban from airsoft competitions completely, and now he's in their hands.

Role: Priority target picks and area-denial class

Stats: Average speed, 125 health, 0 armor

Stock Arsenal: Primary: Modified Airsoft Rifle - Tuned to be deadly even with proper protection. Can headshot which pierces any armor the enemy has, and does around 145 damage. Secondary: Pistol - A pro just needs his rifle! Up until he doesn't. A fairly weak gun that fires as fast as you can pull the trigger, outdamages the rifle's bodyshots at close range. Melee: Broken Scope - A pro never gets caught unaware! ...Well occasionally they do, and that's why he keeps this around. Is a stock melee with no changes.

Location of Origin: East-coast of the USA Motto: "I'm just better then you." Special Skill: Pinpoint accuracy, slacking off Professional Relationships: Hates almost everyone, especially the Recon, vaguely likes the Charger.

(oh no, not a SNIPER!! /silly anyways, i hope he isn't as annoying as tf2's Sniper. art by @schmegaman-x!! very nice very nice :D) - Ξλ

[2rakblog]

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[military1st]

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[defrowe]

Player Profile: Dan Barker

Behind the Call Sign Every Airsoft player has a call sign, a unique moniker that often tells a story. In Dan’s case, he’s simply known as “Dan.” While it might not be the most elaborate call sign, it’s practical and universally recognized. Dan’s gaming handle, “Black,” may have raised eyebrows, but he made the right choice by sticking with his real name. The Journey into Airsoft Dan’s journey…

[buxomgirlie]

Borderline tempted to buy militaristic masks, glasses etc. just for the vibe of the fit. Like Simon Riley (ifykyk) or what else. They're just absolutely sick. (I mean, that's basically airsoft players lolol)

Masks can be anything too ;) monster? Serial killer? Or just plain

~yours truly (masked) ;3 <3

I definitely have a mask kink in general lol

[barclaysangel]

Okay, what if Lexy made a game?

Now, in the Alice in Borderlands AU, Lexy’s specialty is Hearts and Clubs, but more over Hearts, so she would be a Queen of Hearts.

Her game would be “Cinderella”

So, each person will be given a card and a collar, determining if they bare a Cinderella, A Prince Charming, or One of Cinderella’s Stepsisters or her her Stepmother.

Rules:

-The Prince has to protect the Princess at all times, even at the cost of his/hers life. Don’t worry, the game will pick a new one.

-You can’t reveal who you are to anyone, or else you will be eliminated.

-The Queen may or may not be Cinderella.

Objective: Kill Cinderella before she kills you.

Time Limit: None. And there’s plenty of food, but your visa can and will expire.

Now, what if Jake was a gamemaster?

We all know Jake would be a Spades and Hearts specialist, but I’d think he’d be a King of Spades or at least a Jack of Spades.

Either one, he would make a game like this:

Game: Checkmate. Difficulty: King/Jack of Spades.

The game will take place big and tall construction sight. Basically, each player with have a button on their back of shoulder, the color will originally be blue, the challenger’s color.

The game will have sixteen rounds, where the King’s team will chase the challenger’s and press the button on their backs, changing it to their color team. The challenger’s team will have the option to do so in the next round.

Each round will consist of five minutes; and there will be a King and A Queen. In this game; the Jack/King of Spades is the King AND Queen; making him the most valuable and powerful piece.

Oh, and they’ll be doing this all in tactical uniforms and will be playing by Airsoft Rules.

Rules:

-Don’t take off your helmet or else you will be eliminated.

-Violence is permitted.

-If you step out of the sight, you will be eliminated.

-If either team takes the King/Queen, the King/Queen will be eliminated.

-If you decided not to play, that will be cheating and you will be eliminated.

Simple, right?

Now, if the Found Family had to play these games, would would win?

Those are so interesting! Still don’t know who would play, my brain is tired and shit rn

[silvershewolf247]

HEAR ME OUT.

So, I headcanon Lexy, Junior, Jake and Devon being HEAVY Airsofters, like they have the gear and everything.

So one day, Jake decides to organize a match and tells everyone to wear their gear. When they get there, they’re given these weird chest things, like what you get for laser tag? But it’s a button, and there’s a huge panel at the abandoned construction site they’re at.

There’s a silhouette of someone in full tactical gear, and the voice sounds recognizable as they speak. They say “Welcome to my game everyone,” They began. “My name is Jake Wheeler, aka, Ghost. (Yes, his callsign is Ghost. Must I point that out?) The game we’re playing is called ‘Checkmate.’ Each team will have a king, don’t worry, I’ll choose. The red team, me, starts first, tagging as many players to get on the King’s team. You start out blue, if I or one of my pawns tag you, you’re on our side now. Then, the next around will commence, and the blue team will be given a chance to redeem themselves.”

Devon and Lexy are hella confused, but Junior just seems excited. “The king of my team…is, well yours truly.” Jake laughs. “And we’re playing by Airsofter rules. Have fun, and I’ll see you soon.” The smile is almost evident in his voice before the panel turns off and a automated voice goes on the intercom

“The King’s Team will go first.”

Well, they have the find the king first.

And Que Jake quite literally beating people’s asses to get them on his team (And trust me when I say, Jake can beat ass) while Devon is the King of the blue team.

So it’s basically boyfriend vs boyfriend, brains vs brawn and it gets competitive as HELL.

Sounds like a lot of fun.