I'm glad you made this post, because I have a confession to make.
Last week I was working from home and did some flying during the day. During the day, there's a lot of PacRim guys online and they like to fly their country's planes: Spitfires, Hurricanes, and N1K2s with the occassional LA-7 throw in the mix. I think there's a higher proportion of N1K2 flyers during the day than during the night hours. Anyway, there were maybe 100 or 150 people on.. I was miles from the action and decided to have a little fun, so I jumped on Channel 1 and started broadcasting a little propoganda, playing the role of a newby who doesn't know how to work the radio channel and is looking for a countryman:
"GoFaster: I'm at 15,000 in a Spitfire. I'm flying with a keyboard."
"GoFaster: We should fly together. Where are you? I don't see you."
"GoFaster: No, I don't know where I am. Over an island of some sort."
"Gofaster: Ok, I'm at 15,000 and I see a dot below me."
"GoFaster: Hey, its a red N1K2. Are those easy to kill? I'm going down."
"GoFaster: No, he hasn't seen me yet. I've got the perfect drop on him."
"GoFaster: He's wiggling his wings but he's still flying straight. I don't think he's seen me yet."
"GoFaster: Man! He's filling my whole windscreen! How do I shoot my cannons?"
Maybe I'm evil, but I could just imagine all of the PacRim pilots having a heart attack right about then. Made the time pass a little quicker...