You wake up on a Monday after a long trip, your neck looks like a lobster, and you’re still thinking about the stupid paintball game you played on a Sunday night before you got frisked like a criminal. You’re tired, you’re hungover, and you’re wondering why you’re doing this. Because paintball is the only thing that makes you feel alive, even if it means missing work, your girlfriend’s complaints, and your sleep. You’re a paintball player, and this is your life.