Trouble in Whiskey Gap!

Whiskey in my veins,
Whiskey in my glass,
I'm leading the McClintocks,
To kick Longshanks ASS!
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1927, the Noble Experiment is in effect, and prohibition has dried our local watering holes. Yet, the thirst for whiskey remains and top dollar will be paid for the finer things.

When one door closes, another opens. You see, until now, Mafia organizations had limited themselves to gambling and thievery, but with this introduction of the 18th amendment, the illegal distribution of Whiskey proves to be the new cash cow.

A passage way between the US and Canada, becomes the new whore for bootleggers. It quickly renders a new name, "the Whiskey Gap". It's open season in the gap and lives are smoked like Lucky Strike cigarettes. There is no order, only competition and survival of the fittest.

Two Chicago long time mob families have heavy stakes in gap. In order to fully capitalize on the market, they need to dominate the passage.

On one hand we have the Longshanks, a sophisticated crime family who are prominent in the upper Chicago class. Known for their ability to offer "protection", this family is a methodical strong hand in the crime world. Their enterprise has saturated nearly all avenues of illegal rackets.

The McClintocks, hold a much different hand of cards. These gent's are on the up and ups. Emerging from the grungy shadows of Chitown, they have banded together the cities castaways and over the last 3 years created a profitable gambling and liquor racket. With a majority control of the cities speakeasy's, this family has a death grip on the gap and will protect it.

Tensions are high between the families. For awhile the gap was able to support both importers, but with growth of these organizations, one must go. At home in Chicago, a facade blinds the public, in the hills of the gap, blood flows and whiskey rolls.

Business is no more until one goes. The McClintocks and the Longshanks are out to burry each other.
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OK Company Paintball is proud to present it's newest scenario "Operation: Whiskey Gap". This is a BYOP, BYOA event. Also, please bring an item to donate to the troops overseas.  As usual, this is an 18 and older event.

When: Sunday Nov. 15th
Time: Arrival 8:45 - 9am
Start: 10 am

If you're new to the OKC ways and need directions to the field, register at our forum and PM Murdoc.

You Labeled Me, I'll Label You, so I Dub Thee Unforgiven

The Unforgiven

Call me an outlaw baller. Call me a renegade player. Call me whatever the hell you want. I don't care much what you choose.

I've never had a problem being labeled, but recently I attended an event where outlaw paintballers were spoken of in a negative way. Long story short, an unfortunate situation occured where the promoter thought it necessary to call a cease fire and pull every player off the field for a little "talking to" that included labeling outlaw ballers negatively. I won't go into all the details, but personally I thought given the circumstances this break in the game was totally uncalled for and a boatload of political bullshit. Yes, there are politics in paintball unfortunately.

The God That Failed

You don't want us at your events? That's fine. You don't want us buying parts and supplies from you? Cool. You might want to take a look at your current business model and reevaluate some things.

I buy 90% of my parts and supplies at the local stores. Can I get it cheaper online? Probably. But most the time I need it by the end of the week, so I can play that weekend. In most cases I'm willing to pay a little more for that luxury. Same goes for paint. I can get it cheaper, but most the time I don't plan far enough ahead and need to grab a case for the weekend. I end up paying full price, and honestly it doesn't really bother me. I'm willing to pay the little bit extra because I know where I'll be playing.

The Outlaw Torn

It's safe to say that I've built more solid friendships playing paintball than any other activity I've ever participated in. Some of the most honorable people I've ever met. It's these friendships that keep me playing. I enjoy seeing the guys at the field (you know, our own PRIVATE field). I enjoy shooting the shit with them after the games. I enjoy hanging out with them on the weekends when we're not playing. I enjoy... Well, you get the point.

What I don't enjoy is being criticized for not wanting to pay money, to play with a bunch of random people I've never met, on a crappily maintained field. Can you blame me?

And Justice for All

In the end, it doesn't really matter. All this political nonsense. The labels. We'll keep playing. We'll keep bringing new players into the sport. We'll keep attending the events we choose to. Rolling all over the opposition. Producers and field owners will still get theirs. We'll still get ours.

**Special thanks to Toasty of OK Company for the inspiration on this post**

Upcoming Event: 2014 - A Hellfish Scenario

AriZona | Central Oregon Paintball

2014
a Hellfish Scenario

In 2010 when mandatory swine flu vaccinations had adverse affects on the people of the US it ended up wiping out almost 80% of the population. This happened in most large cities in just less than one year’s time. Then in early 2011 the Government declared martial Law on what was left of a scared, dying country. The flu spread to Canada & Mexico fast as wild fire & decimated both of their countries as well. When they turned to the US for help it came with a hefty cost, one that would change everyone’s way of life for ever. The leaders of the US said there was no way of helping them unless they to gave up control to Martial Law as well & in doing that the Military could then intervene & stop the spread of the flu virus. In just one months time of closed door, secret meetings all 3 countries fell under a new name with no chance for anyone to vote on anything. This new world power was to be called the North American Union.

Fast forward one year’s time & its November of 2012. With everything that has happened in the last 2 years many people truly believe this year is the end of the world. We witness a complete break down in society this planet has never seen. Everyone starts to plan for the end; riots are in every populated area on earth. Then on December 31st it happened… Or some say nothing happened… It became January, 2013. What a difference a day can make. The fires didn’t stop burning but the people that were making them did. Everyone realized they now had to go back to their normal life, but there was no normal life to go back to. Everyone now realized what they had let happen… Something you only read about in comics or see in movies… Someone took over the world.

This new world order caused people to rebel & most all of who fought, died within a few months time. Most that left the city to make a fresh start were hunted down & never heard from again. There were some who fought & made a difference though. The largest rebellion battle to date happened out in a desert far from any populated city. A large group of people had made a shanty community outside the reaches of the new government & it made them a target.

On October 17th, 2014 a group of government soldiers were sent to this shanty town to disarm its community & bring the survivors back for processing. What the government didn’t know was these rebels; these “outlaws” were armed to the teeth & not one of them planned on going anywhere.