Next video is done, and it’s no secret that I want my films to tell the stories of our game and with purpose. I aim to showcase the dynamic scenes and unique people inside this lifestyle that we all take for granted. These are not for clicks, they are mine! I will get to eye candy later after I get through some of my most enjoyable interactions and super cool people I want to highlight! I have some pretty good ideas for both!
This next installment is slightly personal to me and I’m giving a big ole shout out to my brother from another mother and fellow cancer survivor, BW1stpar!
If we are not mixing it up ourselves, we feel each other in the same airspace. Whenever I pull up on any Bishop led fight with us Rooks or even when I crash a party several sectors away where they tango with the Knights… my immediate first order of business is to always to start looking for the Bishop P-51’s or Spit16’s. I’ve become pretty darn good at knowing which ones are BW1’s in an almost eerily fashion.
Make no mistake, it’s not like it freakin matters, he still kicks my butt 99.9% of the time unless I have some stupidly silly advantage and the planets are magically aligned in my favor lol. I am Mr. McGoo to the core.
The extended version will display what is most certainly the world record for the longest, P-51 overshoot in the history of mankind by none other than yours truly. I’m not sure if I should be embarrassed or proud. I chuckle every time I see it! No poll needed thanks!
This all happened in the span of about an hour over three consecutive sorties I flew. I took a chunk out of him early but he got the upper hand in the end as per usual. As the extended version begins, I’ve already made several passes for the last five minutes or so trying to find a pesky vehicle and spotting time ran out as the base came alive.
You can say whatever you want about the Main Arena, but this stretch of an hour I had with my compadres on all sides was the exact same reason I will never leave it behind. Anyway enjoy the show… longer story below.
BW1stpar’s Revenge! | Extended Director’s Cut | 16:9 WideAdult Language Ahead!
BW1stpar’s Revenge! | YouTube Shorts | 9:16 Mobile**I’m Working On It!**
Thank you for getting this far! I know he and I are not alone, both inside this BBS and beyond. Cancer has touched my life completely. My own battle aside, it also has made my powerhouse of a wife a breast cancer surviving champion. Nobody is immune and last month we sadly lost a close cousin to pancreatic cancer at a young 64 years and before we even knew what it happened. No matter how you phrase it, Cancer Sucks Balls and my most humbled double
to all our fellow survivors and fallen friends!
And now for the rest of the story…
BW1stpar’s Revenge: A Play In Three Acts.Act I: The Impromptu VulchThere was a persistent Rook vs. Bishop battle raging on between two or three bases close by each other. I don’t remember the map but there was probably no less than 20 players each between the two sides with a good mix of ground and air combatants. The Bish were rolling our bases in pretty quick succession when I logged into the fight. I grabbed my short-range bread and butter ride, a tater loaded BF109G-14 with the hanging gondolas and a sleek, dark, black skin. I pointed her towards the base with the heaviest action, lots of vehicles and planes, and then went and had a quick smoke of my cigar.
When I returned a few minutes later there were five or six Rooks in the air that had just cleared the airspace and the GV crew were hunting down some pesky final targets. However, after a while, this place had kind of dried up but the base to the west was now in immediate peril. In fact, they captured it as I arrived on scene much too far from anything I could do to help. It was at this point most of the planes on my side started migrating toward that way so I followed suit but the farther away from the first base the more I saw the ground radar increasing upon our ground pounders. I had a drop tank and taters ready for baking so I decided to flip back around head back to them. I was a good distance away at this point almost the full sector to the next base, but I made my way back there to help out spot their foes.
One tank in particular was Slaxer who was menacing the group pretty regularly and they just couldn’t find him. I made several low passes over the area before this video even starts probably for a good five minutes and I couldn’t find them either.
AND NOT BECAUSE OF ANY RIDICULOUS GLITCH OR SILLY CONSPIRACY!!I won’t reveal the video where he was if somebody else has it that’s up to them, but this fella found the most perfect spot I’ve ever seen! It was a patch of trees that if they were the trees in the real world, you never would’ve seen him either. I don’t know what trees they are, but just think of your most deepest gnarliest thickest Maples, Elms, or Walnuts all in full summer bloom. As luck would have it in an actual twist of fate, they were also placed perfectly, perched upon on a hill where anything coming in was toasted before it knew what had happened. In fact, I even flew over him a couple times. Should I ever happen myself upon that field in a vehicle, I’m going to that exact spot.
to Slaxer
This all went on for five plus minutes or so, where it was just me in the air and all of our armor trying to get a foot hold. Unfortunately, the bishops migrated back here quickly, and the base became active in a heartbeat. Once I saw the red start to flow behind me I had to let the ground crew know things were starting to get hot and I had to climb out to get some juice back.
The rest after that was pretty fast… I extended and came back with a little more oomph. When I flipped myself back to the action, the Bish airfield was twinkling like a Christmas tree. Several planes were scrambling, and as I turned towards the action, Tankman2 alerted me to a closing Yak. I had a good position and came down hard, and if it had been most any other plane in our AHIII the roster, it would’ve been obliterated… they are so F’n tiny! It’s saving Grace was of course the unified unwritten rule rule in the code of the universe that says I’m not allowed to ever kill a Yak… no matter what I have, nor what I do to it or anything at all. I for sure missed the Yak and was moving near compression speed towards the base. There was plenty of red in front of me and the radar was shining like a beacon so I decided I would take my chances with menacing the scene.
As I descended on the base, I confronted an F6 that I smacked in the nose, but probably with a BB and maybe if it had been the 30mm, I might’ve dropped it. There was no time to think about it too long because I had to quickly get back to the radar objective that I just created for myself and I was pretty much out of moments. Thankfully my hot taters didn't need a lot of extra time.
What happens next was in a blink of an eye for me. I saw a Spitfire pop up on the grassy runway beyond the radar as I was firing and I felt it in my bones, it had to be BW there was no other option. I was still moving way too fast for a G-14 but I was able to skip it enough to the left where I could get a shot on his fast taxiing Spitfire. A couple quick bursts and off went it’s tail and the kill message came up upon me…
DadTallica killed BW1stpar #1 and in that moment I knew I would probably pay dearly for that kill. Which of course happened instantly as right after I killed him one of the 37mm AAA guns fatally wounded my pilot and with several planes on my six, that was the end of that. Yet I knew that would not be enough to calm the beast that is BW1stpar. My comeuppance just became number one in the queue.
Act II: Death From AboveThis next sequence all happened in pretty fast succession. After the previous sortie having spent so much time with the ground rounders. I wanted to return the favor and bring them some supplies. TdgShane for one was tracked and pretty close to the spawn so I upped an M3 with some supplies. It didn’t take long to get close enough to Shane to drop them and I smacked myself into a tree, not paying attention. I dropped the supplies and started firing my 50 caliber at anything red but that only pretty much sealed my deal.
By this point, the local Bishops defenders had gained air superiority and the sky was thick with the sound pistons firing. One of them was a fully loaded Spitfire hovering around and as heavy as could be; plus it seemed to have only one target from what I could tell. I didn’t know it was him, but I’m pretty sure he knew it was me, and the rest is pretty quick history. The Spitfire dove down, the bomb came off the wing, and my M3 became ashes to ashes and dust to dust. Still, BW1’s revenge was just getting started.
Act II: Time For Revenge… Part DeuxI only had one choice at this point and that was to pick a base not too far away and go find that Spitfire! I selected my blue tipped P-51D and I pointed myself back towards the base I just died at. I went and did my thing for a few minutes and yada yada yada when I came back. I was just outside the dar ring.
Like most nights I ended up near Rebel59 in his trusted P-47N and loaded heavy for bear. As we exchanged a quick hello, I noticed my fellow Rook BCool had himself over on the wilderness base in a two verses one situation. I let Rebel know we would keep him clean and clear while I went and handled the situation with BCool.
By the way, 95% of the time, when I say I’m going to “handle a situation with BCool,” it pretty much means I’m just gonna get in the way while he takes care of business! This instance, of course, was no different. He dispatched one of the planes before got to them, and as I happened upon him he was extending from the other aircraft.
I think we all know. It was a Spit16 and of course you know who. Yet, as is my normal procedure, I double checked with BCool to see if he needed the help. He confirmed he didn’t mind the assistance and I was in a really good position to drop down on that Spitfire to put it away quickly.
No, that didn’t happen at all! Instead you will get to witness the world‘s greatest praying and spraying overshoot ever witnessed in modern history. I know BW1 must have been sensibly chuckling to himself for this entire exchange.
if I had just waited, maybe half a second longer and pulled up another five or 10°. I probably would’ve turned him into mincemeat.
Just like the last M3 sequence, the rest happened in quick succession. Not only did I miss him, but he dispatched BCool in the process. However, because I had just over shot him in an amazing fashion I was going faster than the speed of light. All I had to do was flip myself around and come back over the top of him as he floated away to take care of business. Around I came and much to my surprise although not really, he was dead center on my nose climbing to meet me!
Bang! Bang …and I’m done. He nerfed my engine during our merge and I most likely barely tickled his underbelly. I respectively exclaimed with an inner chuckle… “That MotherF…!”
I still had plenty of energy coming down to glide away, and I was hoping he would take his kills and go on home, but of course that didn’t happen. My only thought then was to try to keep him as far away from the base as possible. I think my favorite part of all of it was when I had to reluctantly let Rebel59 know that my earlier promise of coverage was abruptly cancelled. He was on his own as my Mustang with the bum leg was summarily put down by BW1stpar!
The last thing I heard was Rebel on the radio saying, “ I think I saw one Spit.”
Me too Rebel, me too…
to everyone involved, it was a ton of fun!
