and the winner is....................
"FDBs; This was one of our more stellar performances...
We launched 10 (fatty, argyll, skernsk, gordo, mason, sling, myelo, sally, claidmor, and exile)
We proceded uneventfully enough NOE to P39, with Gordo, Sling and Myelo off lost somewhere. Just outside of 39 we popped up to about 6k and approached for an ack killing, myself mason and exile lined up.
Knowing it would be easy with the 3 of us, (plus SBM who were even with us), I rolled over and dove in. Looking starboard, I noticed with some suprise that mason and exile had broken off to go outside the ack. Looking upwards, I noticed Nash and the other SBM and pulled up for a higher dive. Looking downwards I noticed that I was the only ack target and promptly cartmanized "Screw you guys, I'm going home." Two acks on the way to my auger, and left mason in charge.
Gordo, being a witless twit even in the company of the fat drunk bastards, confused his buttons and promptly shot myelo out of the sky. As retribution, Beer God erased him from existance. Sally, trying to write his name in the sand with his machine guns, augered on the dot underlying the exclaimation point.
Claidmor tried to read the scribble in the coastline sand. Unfortunately given his literacy level, by the time he could discern "Sally wus here!" he had created a canadian sized hole in the ground.
Undeterred by the shotcomings of his comrades, Mason heroicly led the leftovers back to base to rearm. Sling is still lost at this point, pretending to be some kind of CM type guy.
On the rearm pad, just behind skernsk and mason, argyll attempts to broadcast something in canuckish on the squad channel, but having missed the / key, when he hits 'b', 30mm takes both mason and skernsk out of commission. Dreadfully ashamed of gross incompetence unthinkable even for a canuck or a fat drunk bastard, argyll quits aces high.
Sling, trying to find out where we are since he was lost trying to remember his 3 CM commands, promptly fails the idiot test and hits enter 3 times trying to convey a message.
Exile, being the lame, goody I'll make fancy schmancy TOD stuff type, of course is carefully rearming on his own pad, away from the riffraff some call his squadmates. He and the sole remainder of SBM teamed up in some sort of dynamic duo type thing, but as we could care less about exile or what he does, I can't tell you anymore than thankfully he was killed out there somewhere. If you see his body, do us a favor and spit on it if it's not too much trouble."
anyhow...thanks if ya can man!
