You know I admit to alot of things. I have a bad temper. I'm lazy. I even tear off those pillow tags that say "DO NOT REMOVE ON PENALTY OF LAW". I'm not perfect, but I don't cheat.
Now that said, I'm not immune from the slings and arrows of the internet. I run a PIII 600 with 2 channel ISDN. Neotrace pings my route to HTC around 85-115 ms most evenings. But I saw little warping tonight, and my beacon was in the green all night.
Anyway, I'm bebopping around in my Spit looking for mischief and I get bounced by a pair of Spits. I'm dead. I mean I've had it. I'm low, slow, and alone. Too far to run for ack, no help from friendlies, and no alt to dive away. I says to my self: "self, these bastiges might have you dead for rights but you gotta makem work for it. And by God, if they make the slightest mistake, they'll be eating crow for dinner instead of Wabbit stew!"
So I start jukin and Jivin. Taking my shots where I can get them. Trying my best to cling to every scrap of E I can. These guys know they got it made. So they ease back and prepare to enjoy this. They set up the old see-saw where one buzzes me while the other is grabbing E. I flip, I flop, I bide my time until I get my one chance. And I got it. A quick snap shot. A shot I wouldn't have normally even tried for. But the most dangerous pilot is often the desperate one with nothing to lose. With cannon and MG I do enough damage so that when he loads G's his wing comes off. Now I think its a good time to cash in my chips and go home while I'm ahead. But it wasn't going to happen that way. The other Spit, who had just climbed up to his perch, was none too pleased. He come barreling down on me like the avenging hand of God! I flip, I flop, but he has WAY too much speed built and instead of extending and taking his time, he pulls a high G turn. We're almost Co-E now and for the first time, I'm really nervous. I'm nervous because I do good when the odds are hopeless but invariablly choke when the odds are good.

But another lucky, high deflection snap shot leave the last Spit sprinkling pieces of himself across the rural Knightland landscape.
Whew! I feel good. Some days I fly like a dweeb. Some days he Great Carrot up there smiles upon me. Then I hear that second Spit go into a tirade on open comms about what a cheating SOB I am. I induce warp to save my arse. I disappear and reappear. I fornicate with small animals and my mother dresses me funny. Blah blah blah. You name it...
I was really enjoying the fights tonight but this dweeb pissed me off so bad I had to log off before blowing my cool. I did tell him I would post my film of the fight on the bbs to compare with his to show that thing did look smooth on my end and my beacon was green so...WTF!
I plan on being here a while. I plan on diggin in. I don't like so dweeb blasting accusations against me in the open arena. The people who don't know me yet might not know any better and believe its true. So, to the community, heres the film. Decide for yourselves.
Regards,
Wab
[note: The two spits show up about 1 min after I get the assist on the pony]
http://www.digitalsim.com/downloads/Aces_High_Films/crashbash.zip