Been on the Knit front today... not taking my usual loadout, I took off in a <cough> Ligh Typhoon and wen't looking for medium alt Buffs... comming out of my dreams, after a 15 Minute flight, I see a high 190 dive on a Friend(whom I discoverd after to be a high C47)...
The 190 Dives in, I frantically & repeatedly press the "6call" key.. not to avail, Boom!... at that point, I'm going pretty fast (dove + Wepped 20->10K behind the 190) and manage to tuck in close with him for a good 30 seconds (that somehow felt like 5 full minutes at that time)
300 yards , I managed to shoot all my Ammo... into the void, I put a lot of holes into the air...all around WILBUZ!... that wicked little devil then managed to slip away from my slippery grasp, ping me.... and I panicked/stickstirred/flipped, augered

Few hours later, I log back on only to meet that other bloke (the one wearing red boots, ya know...Santa!). That one got me sweatin' too...grrrrrrrr

<S!> Wilbus, sorry for not comming back right after, I simply got caught by the evil box (hey, was Alien 4, hadn't seen it for ages

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Anyone got a set of eyes for sale ?

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MASS/SAW
"I am distracted when I talk to my privates".
Wobble
[This message has been edited by Saintaw (edited 03-20-2001).]