I'm still having trouble getting the image out of my head of little Johnny learning about history by logging into the Late War arenas.
Mom: What did you learn today, Johnny?
Johnny: Well, Mom, we were reenacting the great vulch fest between A78 and C183, where the General made sure nobody upped from the CV so we could get close, then proceeded to swarm the base before anybody could get off the ground. Once we got the ack down, we got a bunch of kills because guys kept reupping trying to get at the CV. It must've been tough back then, with all the friendly planes getting in the way when you're trying to kill an enemy plane on the runway. Then, just like in the war, some bomb**** came in from the next base over and divebombed the CV in Lancs and sank it, and we had no choice but to head home.
Mom: O....kay...
Johnny: Yeah, then some lametard in an LA7 started running me down, since I couldn't outrun him I turned around and HOed his ass. He PMed me and started yelling about me being a HOtard and called me a bunch of names, here's a screenshot. It's a good thing all the people in the war spoke English so they could understand each other.
Mom: ... ...*reading*... (what the heck is a 'ham doctor'?)
Johnny: So because I'd turned back and the rest of the horde had continued to run, I wound up getting gangbanged by 7 of his buddies and got shot down. I do have a question though, which country was America allied with during the war? Bishop, Knight, or Rook?
Mom: ...
Mom: Go outside, Johnny.
Wiley.