Paintballs to Last Call
Bucks mission brief
Four hundred paintballs each, two and a half hours, and a field of barricades, buildings and a speedball arena to spend them on, in full camo with fog-free masks down and the Buck outnumbered from the opening whistle. Camo off for a German beer hall with your seats already held: a cold German beer for every bloke, your pick of schnitzel, and a full litre stein set down in front of the Buck alone. It runs on into a laneway speakeasy, a cordoned booth for two hours, two more rounds already covered. Three stops, straight into every one, expected everywhere. Nothing left for you to steer, and every bloke there quietly deciding you should pick the next one too.
Game Plan
$229.00 per person, based on 10 attendees.
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All of your package customisations will show up right here!Paintballs to Last Call is the long version of a good day. It opens on a paintball field in the afternoon and does not stop until a laneway speakeasy runs out of reasons to keep you, with the Buck in the middle of every hour in between.
Nobody is checking whether the next place will take a group this size. Nobody is holding the whole thing together with three tabs open. It is already built, and it already has your name on it.
First, two and a half hours and four hundred paintballs a man. Barricades to work behind, buildings to clear, and a speedball arena for the ones who would rather settle it fast. Full-body camo overalls, fog-free full-face masks, tournament-calibre markers and unlimited air, so nothing slows down but the blokes. Listen for the one who announces at the start that he is pacing himself. He will be out of ammunition before halfway and out of excuses shortly after.
Camo off, and the group walks into a German beer hall with the seats held and a cold German beer already waiting on every man. The schnitzels follow, your pick from the menu, and the bloke who was pacing himself orders like a man who has just been rescued.
The Buck's stein turns up holding a full litre, which is either a reward or a test and nobody is going to tell him which. From the first paintball to the last call this day is built around him, and by now he has worked that out.
Then the final stop, down a laneway and through a door most people walk straight past, into a speakeasy with two hours in a cordoned booth waiting on the group. Two more rounds are already covered, beer or house spirit, whatever each man has landed on by that point. Nobody is queueing anywhere on this day. Every venue has known you were coming and treats you accordingly.
The day ran itself and you were in the whole of it, glass in hand, in the photos rather than behind them. Somebody will ask who sorted this, and everyone at the table already knows the answer.
One of these runs per date, and once it is taken, it is taken. Peak Saturdays go first, and they go quietly, usually to whoever moved first. Check your date and stop wondering. It is a long day... he will feel every hour of it, and he will thank you anyway.