What is it that makes human beings so interested in killing each other? Maybe it's a natural selection mechanism, being that we don't have any natural enemies except ourselves. Maybe it's a perversion of another drive. I mean, what makes paint ball so much "fun?" it's nothing but stalking another human being. While I agree with another poster about this being an inappropriate topic, I have something to say, being that I was in Vietnam.
Killing another human being is not fun. Not unless you're very sick. I knew guys like that, and they just couldn't resist cutting up the enemy before they killed them. Just because you're in a position where it's okay to kill the "enemy," (and where they'll kill you if you don't) doesn't make it any easier. If you're seriously interested in killing someone one (even if you wouldn't do it) it's my position that you should seek help. If you want to know what killing other human beings does to you (unless, of course, you're a sick person) look at what's happening to some of the troops coming home from Iraq, men and women. Vietnam and what I had to do to stay alive, made me a pacifist when I got home. I won't allow a gun in the house, I won't allow violent video games, and I don't "play" paint ball.
One time at an office gathering they wanted us all to play paint ball. Me and another guy (who I knew had been in another very good army,) refused. The rest of the office started teasing us, until finally I looked over at him and said, want to show them what we're talking about? And he smiled. We were our own team, the course was in the Santa Cruz mountains in California. And it was a hunt the "enemy and kill them," course. It took us I think about 10 minutes to take down 25 people. And when we got back to the base camp, everyone was angry at us. My response was "we tried to warn you. We've both been in a situation where we had to kill people it wasn't fun, and neither is this...and we're both trained. So now, where was the fun in that?" They were all "playing" a video game, and we were a couple of battle hardened real soldiers. It wasn't fun. As a matter of fact it upset the hell out of both of us. I still don't understand how people hunt animals, when there's food at the corner store. And least of all, do I understand how people (unless they are very sick) can contemplate with any joy, killing other people. I find it completely sick. I'm sorry. Please don't bother to flame me. My screen name has nothing to do with AS. It has something to do with Vietnam. And I was one of the lucky ones.
