Perspective

[trotter]

Welcome to the community High G.

[HighGTrn]

I totally started laughing after reading Bald's post.  Let me share a real funny story from last night.

My Swampees and I were defending this base along with other Bishes.  There were red icons all over the place.  I was in a Zero and I just landed two kills with  several assists.  I call out "Bingo Ammo" and asked for cover from my Squadies while I tear into the runway.  I run hard at 90 degrees to the runway, then chop throttle and break as hard as I can to bleed off speed.  My planes starts to shudder but I'm slow enough to lower my gears.  I quickly deploy on notch of flaps and just let my nose ease on to the cement.

All the while, I'm looking around like a mole in a field covered by hawks.  There were smoke trails and falling debris all over the place.  I've got people screaming checks at everyone and the message bar is rolling like a New York Times Square board.  I hit the pavement cut engine and nail the brakes so hard I almost flip over.  before stopping, I reach up to hit esc to bring up the menu so that I can "end sortie".  Well, I had to keep one hand on the stick to keep from flipping from torque and the other to control brakes.

I finally stop and I hear the whine of an airplane coming from behind me.. It gets closer and closer.  I don't know if its friend or foe.. Then I tell myself its gotta be foe since no friend would be flying a straight line over the runway during a air base defense furball.  This adds to the stress.  I reach up to move my mouse over the "end sortie" button but my fingers will not work.  Everytime I get the cursor over the button, my shaking would move it.  I start to curse at myself under my breath.  Just then, I remember reading about dot commands and I .ef myself out.  During this whole time, my wife snuck up behind me and watched the whole thing.  She then said, "I remember a time when you used to shake like that for me".  I got up, walked out to the kitchen and poured myself a Scotch.

Some guys, drink, some gamble, others beat their wives.  I kill pixels on a screen for 12 bucks a month.  That's what I told her and it seemed to work.

You guys are what makes this game so fun.

I've been flying for about 8 years.  Just little stuff.  Single engine Cessnas and Pipers.

HighGTrn

[68Boomer]

Welcome! Come on people...this is hardly addicting....I mean I can quit at anytime!

(wait...maybe after I get a bigger monitor....oh and that extra Vid Card and ram...got to have that first then I can quit....oh wait...got to shoot down a few more people first then it adios.....but then there is the FSO, maybe a couple more of those then I'll go cold turkey.....on the other hand, there is that one pilot I have been stalking....once I get him then I'll give it up noooooooo problem.....on the other hand............)

[Krusty]

*pssst!* Boomer! Not til after the next scenario event!

[Blooz]

Anyone that can spell, use paragraphs, punctuation and form well structured sentences as well as you is always welcome!

Let's hear it for literacy!

YEAH!

[texasmom]

Give her a few turns on the thing ~ let her become addicted to the game as well. Wife-ack will be less of a danger that way.

[Wolfala]

I had this experience back in 2003. I'll copy and paste the AAR into here, but hot link to it also.

http://forums.hitechcreations.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=94851&highlight=on+the+deck

Right now i've graduated from P-38s over to P-47s, but still flirt with the big breasted 38 and her sister the A-20.

The most terrifying fight of my life

It was a Sunny day in Bishland - Junior2 and myself were going on a quick strike from 77 to 87 about 40 miles southwest in a pair of P-38's. Rarely do missions stand out that I wish I had taped and this was one of them. We get on station and immediatly are met by several P-51D's, a P-38L and Spit of some varient. We loosed our ordinance and reasoned correctly there was no way to avoid a fight.

What made this fight unique for me, is that in all my years of playing I have NEVER, NOT ONCE felt like I needed to change out my shorts, or had my stomic in my throat for what seemed hours.

The 51's engaged us first, Junior bag'd one and another 51 crawled up behind him and flamed him. He was low on E, got the snap off and he went down. The 38 tried the headon and lost when his tailboom departed the fuselage. Seeing the situation going downhill faster then a redneck stuffed inside of a goodyear, I elected to try and make a run for it. But there was the problem of a spit, that somehow was able to keep up with my 300+ IAS on the deck with WEP on.

The Spit was within 500 and plinking me incessantly, I knew that I was worm food if I kept running, and I pulled the hardest vertical reversal, blacked out and dumped the flaps while doing it - somehow he lost all of his E maybe figuring he could not follow me through. I ended up behind, he ran for the deck a little, and then started a standard rate turn to the right - the 50's landed on his wing and sent him in.

The remaining 51's having witnessed this came back with altitude and speed - I pushed WEP and got my E up - the first one broke early in the head on and lost his tail to my hizooka. Quickly I reversed and the second 51 overshot and tried to pull hard in a turn - I led him about 3 or 4 mills and took his wing.

All the while, there was no restbit - 2 more P-51's came up and that 38 decided to come back. No friendlies were in the area, I was yelling on my squad channel for someone to get their bellybutton over to my position, the nearest friendly was a good 30 miles away.

The first 51 missed in his headon and broke hard left and lost all of his E. I was below 200 and was able to turn inside him without issue and quickly reclaimed his left wing. The 2nd P-51 I got caught in a vertical scissors and got him with a snapshot to the cockpit.

In the background was the 38 - bearing down on me with WEP at about 2000 meters to go. I was still yelling into the radio, and on the deck with WEP screaming back to 77. The 38 followed for a good 4 minutes and then finally broke off his chase.

I threw on the autopilot - got to a more comfortable altitude and went into the bathroom - looked into the mirror and my hands were shaking, and sweat all over. Ladies and gentlemen, $14.95 is a small price to pay for a fight like that. A salute to all those who fell to my gun in that epic struggle - you made the most memorable fight.

Wolfala

[thndregg]

Originally posted by texasmom
Give her a few turns on the thing ~ let her become addicted to the game as well. Wife-ack will be less of a danger that way.

I tried that (or she tried AH). I still get battle-acked a lot.

[FBplmmr]

I like to go to sleep thinking about my last sortie.. SOMETIMES  this does not occur at the computer desk:p