dawger please....you cry more than the AvA regulars do.
Fudgums, you probably recall a little incident a few months ago when you were swooping a 109 over the 109's field just after he took off. While he was defensive I came and killed you.
And you proceeded to lecture me on the "Code of Conduct" in the AvA.
My squadron likes to fly together and work as a team. Every six months or so I'll peek into the AvA and hope it has magically transformed itself into an historical operations arena. Every six months I'm disappointed.
I try to never attempt to tell people how they should fly. I would like an arena where team work was valued but I certainly would not care if other chose not to fly that way.
The ONLY problem I have with the AvA is the insistence on many of the regulars in dictating how other folks fly. Rules suck. The great thing about computer games is all of the necessary rules can be coded into the game.
Larry flies around at 50 feet in his 109 because it effectively makes the fight 2 dimensional and then chastises anyone with altitude. He apparently cannot see he is compensating for his poor situational awareness by limiting the area of the sky he has to scan. At 50 feet there is no possibly of a threat from below. All of that is wonderful. Larry is certainly entitled to use the ground to his advantage. It is an effective technique, one I have employed myself when the occasion warranted.
The problem is when Larry decides that anyone who chooses to not allow him his Situational Awareness crutch is violating an arena rule. An arena altitude cap is born in Larry's mind.
Let us talk about some of the other many AvA rules.
The one I violated, interrupting a 1 versus 1 fight. First, if you want a controlled 1 v 1 fight why aren't you in the DA? Why in the heck would anyone pay $16.00 a month to play a massively multiplayer online game and then insist on only getting in a fight with one guy? My CO calls this the "Bruce Lee" mentality. Everyone has seen the martial arts movies in which the hero, surrounded by enemies, only has to fight one at a time. They conveniently wait in a menacing martial arts pose until the hero kicks the butt of the guy who is scripted to be attacking him all by himself.
If I get attacked by multiple bandits its my own fault and its fun. In fact, when I am training my squad mates I teach them not only to keep as much pressure on the bandit as possible but to apply that pressure from as many directions as possible. It is a serious error to allow the defensive bandit to see more than one attacker in any one view. We teach one guy applies pressure in the control zone and his wingman maneuvers for a blindside guns pass.
In the AvA this is gang banging and other assorted names.
If you see me on a guys six firmly in control of the fight, I WANT you to zoom in from his blindside and blast him into next week. That's good teamwork.
I encourage bandits to take the high angle snapshot (Head on) because I know I can use their snapshot to grab angles away from them. I don't want folks to stop trying to HO. Someone attempting to HO and then fight an angles fight is an easy target. In fact, when I see a lead turn at a merge in an arena it tells me the guy is above average. He understands that the guns don't win the fight, flying does.
I like fighting at altitude, especially against another team oriented group. The fight is three dimensional and usually more interesting than the anchored pole pulling on the deck.
No one has the right to demand others fly in an manner other than the one they choose. And that is what I have a problem with in the AvA.
You will find that, if you aren't trying to tell me how to fly according to the imaginary rules, I will be happy to fight against you or alongside you. I'll salute you when to kick my butt or when I might happen to win. I won't complain if you shoot me when I'm landing because I should have planed better. I won't complain if you shoot me when I'm taking off because I should have planned better. You can HO me, gang bang me, pick me and I don't care because I made the mistake that got me there. Drop bombs on me on the runway, drag me to the ack, side switch and spy on me....I don't care.
How about we call a truce, you and I, Fudgums? You don't tell me how to fly when I'm in the AvA. I'll just forget the past. Then we can see just how it goes. You seem like a reasonable guy and maybe we got off on the wrong foot.
