About the zeke thing, thats what really gets me sweating. Flying into a furball with almost impossible odds. Make some sick and twisted turns with some spits and la7's. Finally some will track on ya, make a combination of some ***** you cant believe you just did, get a snap shot on the spit take his wing off...leads you right into the la7 barrelling down at ya, he misses but ya get a quick snap at his front side and take out his pilot. Meanwhile ya got two 51's on your bellybutton thinking im gonna get blowed to shiat as you see the la7 explode into the distance.
You do an immelman keeping some of your E and a quick 1/2 roll to find the 51 falling into your trap. 1k behind ya, you snap back the other direction and gun his tail off. Ya got one more 51 on your bellybutton and he is closing fast. You see a steep mountain right infront of ya that goes up a thousand feet, you dive down and pull away, the 51 follows and eats a ***** load of dirt. You manage to get under dar with no bogies around and take your hands off the stick. Sweat dripping down your forehead as you try to grab for your Coke you set near the table. As you grip the can, the combination of the condensation and sweat reacts and ya got a mess all over the carpet.
But its ok, cus you just downed 5 guys in a paper airplane.
