Bachelors & Battlegrounds
Bucks mission brief
Bachelors & Battlegrounds is where the crew's competitive streak gets its outlet: a paintball battlefield built like a film set, full combat gear, five hundred and fifty rounds, unlimited air, and a run of cinematic zones nobody's ready for. Basecamp gives everyone a breather, undercover and loud with music, before alliances reform. The crew then walks into our multi-level bar, reserved seats waiting and the buck's cold jug arriving before anyone else has ordered. From there, our central hotel delivers the feed: burger, parma or pizza, house beer or a spirit and mixer, and one bonus round for the buck alone. It ends at our exclusive waterfront bar, a jug on arrival, a bonus beer for the buck, reserved seats in the club room, and a discounted cocktail list to close it out.
Game Plan
$229.00 per person, based on 9 attendees.
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All of your package customisations will show up right here!Every crew has one bloke who swears he's played paintball before and is proven wrong within the first exchange of fire, and Bachelors & Battlegrounds is built around exactly that kind of overconfidence.
Nobody's the one trying to keep four different bookings straight in their head while pretending they've got it all under control, because that job's already been taken care of before the crew's even arrived.
The gear goes on, the markers get loaded, and within about two minutes the whole crew's split into instant alliances and equally instant betrayals across a battlefield built to look like a proper film set, cutting through a string of cinematic zones that keep the whole thing feeling fresh. Five hundred and fifty rounds and unlimited air mean the only thing running out is patience, as blokes duck, sprint, and accuse each other of cheating in roughly equal measure.
Between pushes it's back to basecamp, undercover with the music rolling, where alliances from the last round get quietly renegotiated and at least one bloke insists he wasn't actually hit, before the crew heads back out no closer to agreeing on anything.
Paint splatters and all, the crew is shown straight to reserved seats at our multi-level bar, and the buck's handed a cold jug of his own before the first round for the table's even been called, giving everyone exactly the head start they need to start arguing about who actually won.
Then it's our central hotel for the sit-down part of the day, each bloke picking his own combination of burger, parma or pizza with a house beer or a spirit and mixer, while the buck quietly collects a bonus drink that's entirely his and entirely deserved, according to him at least.
Last on the list is our exclusive waterfront bar, arriving to a jug already on the table and a bonus beer that finds the buck before he's even had a chance to sit down properly. Reserved seats in the club room keep the whole crew together without the usual scramble, and the buck becomes the unofficial guest of honour for a string of toasts that get louder and less coherent as the night goes on.
By the time the discounted cocktails are doing the rounds, the running joke about who actually won the paintball has quietly been replaced by a new one about who actually organised the whole day, and that one you're happy to let run.
Every date only holds one crew's worth of chaos, so if this is the one, check your date and make it official.