So I get home from work late and finally decide to wander into the Latewar arena for the first time since the change.
I'm a Knit since that's what I was before the change and I hadn't moved. Numbers are 100 knits, 77 Rooks, 64 Bish.
Knits are complaining about ENY. Funny how that works. I tell em fly a 38G it won't be an issue. With that said off I go in the 38G of my doom.
Nothing but LAs, N1Ks F4Us and 51s do I see. But thats the way it is so no prob and in I go although in typical fashion I'm lower then the baduns.
I kill a 51, then an F4U and then an LA7. Fuels getting low and the baduns are multiplying so I figure I'll head back to base. I see a fellow knit in trouble and call for him to break, but I'm under a quarter tank and a long way to go. Then I say the heck with it and turn back in to help and shoot a N1K off him.
He then decides to holler at me for help, even though I've already cleared one off him and I now have another LA and 51 on me. But they must not see many 38Gs cause they can't hit me and I suck. I turn inside em, roll in behind the Knit in trouble and shoot a 51 off him. No comment, no nothing, but it's all good.
Now the crowd has gotten bigger and my fuel gauge is right above empty. I'm slow and turning on the deck and as I force a couple overshoots an LA crosses in front of me and I blast him. Kill 6, which I never do, and I still haven't been hit.
What happens next? The Knit who I've cleared two planes off of, starts to yell at me for killing the LA that went in front of me cause he'd been on the LA the whole time!
I laughed and apologized for turning back and helping him, as my 38G runs out of fuel and the engines quit. I then level out, laughing at the absurdity of it all as the mob then blasts my powerless 38 to little bits.
Ahh Latewar, just like I remember the MA used to be
