Let's just keep splitting paintball in two until we get a small, thermo-nuclear explosion.
I'll have popcorn and sparklers. Come on by!
Then, paintball will have come full circle, and the meaning of this 30 year ride will reveal itself when a lone Park Ranger truck pulls on to an empty country road. The truck pulls to the side and the ranger gets out of his truck, pulls a shiny Lasoya ST-Ripper from the back of the truck... loads up the Rotor, and begins marking trees.
That is what we leave upon this world. This is our legacy. Improving the gear used by cattlemen and rangers.
Or... something less apocalyptic.