The Sun rises in the east to the production below, it’s warm rays breathing life into the soil. And from that dependable ground stems the trials and tribulations, the triumphs and failures of the life-forms that depend on it. The Sun is eager to rise, as the excitement of every indistinguishable day keeps it aglow, keeps it alive.
On this day, great warriors did battle, and the sun set upon a ground littered with sweat and tears and paint. Each footprint violently rammed into the wet soil, onwards, marching towards a foe yet to be vanquished. To the east, a mighty legion, dwarfing their opponent, suppressing them to the far corners of their kingdom’s computer room. These men seek knowledge: what is the dance of an electron in silicon and how on Earth does an Op-Amp work? To the west, the small group of men (and a woman) huddle together. A patriotic sense of pride stained to their core, united in their goal to be bigger, to be recognised and to take down the legion before them. They are a resourceful lot, how the universe works is not necessary, they take the cards at hand and play them as best they can. They are a people of machines.
A battle that began long before iOS, long before Android, long before Windows XP or the gcc compiler. Back when UNIX and Basic ruled and the mysteries of flash storage were still to be discovered. The mighty students of electronics against the proud minds of systems in a duel that would decide who stands dominant in the EEE department, on a stage where numbers count for nothing. And so to the paintball arena we went.
40 hearts audibly pounded against cold ribs, 40 paintball guns belted outwards propelling small pellets towards a cowering enemy. 40 lungs bleating: “Forward!” and 40 minds crying: “Backward!”. Paint splattered across arms, chests and masks; deep bruises marking skin like medals, for those who gave it all for their course. 6 games, 12 rounds and 120 points up for grabs, each side with 20 foes obstructing their way to this treasure-trove.
From the first trigger, ISE pushed their way toward EEE with a raging zeal. Extinguishing all who branded the EEE team colours with no remorse, in both rounds of the first game. This pattern became a trend, as game by game, restriction by restriction, rule by rule, EEE fell to the able hands of ISE. Unmerciful bullets whisked through the air, certain to find the chest of a man of electronics.
As 4 games passed and a demoralised legion glanced at the scoreboard, they could already see the battle was won. The small feline they jeered, now brandished it’s claws. With two games to go, and only pride at stake, EEE pressed forward. An eruption of speed and accuracy flooded the battle field as they attempted to overwhelm the victorious Systems Engineers with blind rage. This was not enough. A resolute ISE did not cower, did not retreat, did not wilt. Their steady hands firing with the vitality they had flaunted all day. Men fell into the cold ground with every shot and by the suns retreat, the damage had been done.
Final score: EEE – 37, ISE – 92.
With that, I end my horrific attempt at war-poetry. In summary, we had an amazing game of paintball within our department and the tiny ISE course managed to thrash EEE, by scores equivalent to a first and a fail, respectively. Massive congratulations to everyone on the ISE team, we couldn’t have done so well without every single person giving it their all; and if anyone had any queries as to which course is superior, I hope this was the criteria you were looking for
Thanks for reading,