My heart was also filled with joy and anticipation when I saw the promise of a early war plane MA map.
After I got the taste for the "not-so-super" planes, I've said to myself that I'll have to live with all the über planes whirling around. Not whine about it, just deal with it.
Forgive me, for I am about to sin.
I flew to a fight that looked promising. When I got there and the dots turned from black to red, the letters "l", "a" and the number "7" appeared in ludicrous abundance.
I wept.
I admit it, I'm just terribly bored with the lala. They say: "If you cant beat 'em, join 'em". I can't bring myself to up a lala anymore. It just feels so... common, boring. I fear the sense of loneliness I would feel as a lala driver in a sea of lala's. See me! notice me!
No
It's better to be beaten by a lala in a crappy plane than to up one.
Yes, this is a whine.
A hopeless whine.
"When I was young I thought the world revolved around me, I was wrong!" -Bono