Blokes Battle Royale
Bucks mission brief
Blokes Battle Royale drops the crew into a paintball battlefield built like a film set, moving through cinematic zones with full combat loadout and unlimited air keeping every man in the fight. When the guns go quiet, basecamp waits: undercover seats, music rolling, the group swapping war stories before heading back out. Gear off, straight into our reserved seats at a three-bar party hotel, the buck handed a cold jug first. Next, our central hotel for a proper feed, a round in for the table and a bonus drink that's the buck's alone. Last stop, our waterfront bar: another jug on arrival, reserved seats in the club room, and a discounted cocktail list. Four stops, and the buck gets spoilt at every one.
Game Plan
$249.00 per person, based on 6 attendees.
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All of your package customisations will show up right here!Blokes Battle Royale is built for the crew that turns a laugh into a full-blown grudge match within about ten minutes flat, the kind of group where nobody's content just watching from the sideline.
This is the sort of day where nobody's stuck refreshing a group chat wondering what's actually happening next, and nobody's the one holding the phone at nine in the morning still working out where everyone needs to be.
Suited up in full combat gear with a rapid-fire marker in hand, the crew pushes out across a battlefield that looks lifted straight from an action set, moving through a run of cinematic zones built to make every push feel like a different scene. Five hundred and fifty rounds and unlimited air mean nobody's standing around waiting for their next move, they're moving, firing, and calling out cover while the whole thing tips over into proper competitive chaos.
Between pushes the crew falls back to basecamp, ducking under cover with music rolling and everyone trading theories on who's actually any good with a marker and who's just been hiding behind the bus the entire time, before heading straight back out to settle it.
Paint still drying, the crew rolls into our three-bar party hotel, straight through to reserved seats that are already waiting, and the buck's handed his own cold jug before a single other order's gone in, which is about the moment the war stories start getting embellished.
From there it's onto our central hotel for the main event, plates going out fast, a burger, parma or pizza in front of every man and a drink already poured, house beer or a spirit and mixer, whichever the night calls for, plus a bonus round that lands in front of the buck alone, the kind of detail that gets brought up again at the wedding.
Last stop is our exclusive waterfront bar, a jug already on the table before anyone's even sat down and a bonus beer parked in front of the buck like it was always going to happen. Reserved seats in the club room mean the group doesn't lose momentum finding somewhere to stand, and the buck spends the rest of the night getting mock-toasted by everyone who's had a few too many to be subtle about it.
By the time the discounted cocktail list starts doing damage, you're not the one being asked what's next, you're the one getting thanked for it, and the boys will assume this took actual weeks of planning rather than one afternoon of you knowing exactly who to call.
We only run one of these per date, so if this is the exact send-off you've been picturing, check your date now before the calendar closes in around it.