Upon receiving the squadron invitation from CorkyJr (about two weeks ago from today), I knew I had to do something to prove my worthiness of being in the squad. What better way to prove my worth than to demonstrate my landing abilities? Just little did I know I would actually make a complete fool out of myself.
1) So it started that I was running low on fuel after having a great fight with a jug. My left airleron was missing, so I decided it was time to head back for a rearm. I then noticed that as I was approaching the base, a large bomber hangar loomed in front of me.
2) Knowing that the bomber hangar was in my way, I decided that there was only one way to get down on the ground. So I dropped my gear and started my approach. Too bad that my approach was just a bit off.
3) My wheels touched the hangar, so I pushed forward on the stick to get my nose gear to slow me down. My tail end began to pop up from behind me.
4) Executing a front flip, I slammed my twin booms onto the ledge and broke nearly all my parts. I admire the eye candy as the useless parts tumble to the pavement.
5) To my utter dissappointment, I realized that I didnt hit the bomber hangar hard enough. I still had half of a left wing and my gears were still up. I tried firing my guns, hoping that the bullets might ricochet off the roof and hit my pilot and put me out of my misery.
Some lessons learned:
-Use of landing gear is unacceptable form.
-If there aint fire, there aint crap.
-Using guns in attempt to break off additional parts and/or pilot wound myself is plain old cheating the routine.
-My approach was too good. It needed to be off a bit more.
-Stop thinking about what my squaddie, Silat, will look like in his genuine leather and feathers.
