Here's a snippet from an e-mail I sent to my squad regarding my recent AH account re-creation:
>>I'll be in AH for awhile getting "re-acquainted" with things (i.e. getting lit up like a zippo at a smoker's convention).<<
Now let me explain what happened during my first hop in over six months:
After taking off in a 109G-2, I cruise around in enemy territory for awhile, just minding my own business like any respectable customer. While gazing at a furball off in the distance (picture my elbow up against the canopy, chin resting in hand), I notice a tracer streak past my cockpit. Casually, I glance back and scan the area around my 5 o'clock. There, barreling down in a seething rage of fury is an F4U, spewing forth its anger in the form of lead missles. "Oops". So I start rolling around in a myriad of scissors (more like a drawn-out uncontrolled spin), trying to force the Blue beast to cut out in front, but no dice. Round after round of red-hot death slices through my fusealge, sucking the very life of my airplane right out from under me. My airplane is sawed in to two and I flutter (plummet) helplessly towards earth like a leaf strapped to a brick (a flaming brick no less). Upon smashing into the earth, I glance down at the chat buffer and read: "HiTech has killed you."
It's only fair, I guess...
