Revelation to Pyro
I am the Alpha and the Omega Sayeth HiTech, who is and who was and who is to come.
In the right hand of Hitech is a scroll written within and on the backeth. Sealed with
seven seals it is and containeth it all flight and gunnery data within. Yay, even pertaining to roll & turn data.
Guarding this scroll is Pyro who proclaimeth with loud voice. "Who is worth to open the scroll and break it's seals?
Who here is so undweeblike so as to be worthy?" And no one in Aces High, none who flew above it, nay nor crawled upon
it's terrain, nor flew long bomber missions was worthy. Then Saw who is also known as Saintaw spoketh.
Weep not, lo the CO of the squadron of JG2 must surely be a vet and above all possible dweebishness. Let Ripsnort
open the sacred scroll and it's seven seals. For Ripsnort hath surely all of the planes, and understandeth them.
Verily he hast not begrudged flying the goon for capture.
And between the Rolling Terrain (TM) and the Clouds in the sky I saw a C- 47 flying without wings, as though it
had been shot down in flames yet still didst it flyeth. And when Rip hath taken the scroll from the goonie the three countries didst cease their furballing, yea, all didst RTB. All the Squadron CO's (Which art as elders to us dweebish brethren) knelt and chanted. Worthy thou art to take the scroll and to open it's seals. For thou hast been here since Beta, and thy squadron multiplieth beyond counting.
Now when Rip opened one of the seals, & I heard Natedog sayeth "COME!". And I saw and behold, a white Pony, and it's pilot had 6 .50's and a helmet was given to him, he went out killing and to kill. And I heard Superfly say "Come!", and out came the N1K2-j with the red meatball on it's side. Its pilot was permitted to take peace from the earth.
So that all should die in the HO he gave it 4 20 mm. And when Rip hath opened the third seal I heard Yankee say "Come!"
and behold the 109 cometh forth and the CO's chanted. Boometh thou may, and zoometh mightily, but never shall thou turnesth,
nay not even a little. When Rip opened the 4th seal behold a plae horse, and it's riders name was Death. And HO's
followed it, and they were give power over all lower than themselves for verily this was the F4u-C and it could
kill with 4 fingers of god Hispano's, with large ammo supply.
Now when rip opened the 5th seal I saw those slain for their lack of dweebishness, verily almost vets hath they been,
and ambushed because others dost fear their skill. They cried out with loud voice, " O Lord HiTech how long before
thou wilt judge and avenge our deaths on those who fly above the earth?" Then they were each given a new 190 and told to
wait a bit longer. Until the number of their fellow 190 drivers should be complete. Those who were to be killed as they
themselves had been killed.
When Rip opened the 6th Seal I looked, and behold there was a great earthquake. The sun became hid by clouds, and the full
moon red as blood. And the stars of the sky fell to the earth and became dweebfires, both V & IX. The sky vanished like
a scroll that is rolled up. And every mountain and hill was removed, and the land was flat. Then the multitude of players
from Warbirds that had not switched hid in the dirt, and rocks, and trees. Fall on us and buryeth us in the ground
they pleaded, for we hast been fooled by talk of WB 3.0 and art dweebs.
Then I saw Natedog, Superfly, Yankee and Pyro standing at the 4 corners of the terrain. Holding back the 4 winds that no wind
shouldst blow on earth, or sea, or sky. Then I saw Ronni ascending to HiTech, saying do no harm unti we hath checked the
passwords of the faithful. And I heard the number of those with paying accounts and tho large it was still more there
were who hath flown the 2 weeks free yet not joined.
When Rip opened the 7th seal there was silence in heaven for about 5 minutes, and the radio buffer was empty.
Then there came forth a C.205 with desert camo on it's wings. Fast it was, yet it turneth on a dime. Quick it's climb,
yet faster yet it's dive, and controlable throughout. Only 2 20mm didst it carry and 2 machineguns but lo, much ammo didst it
and far would it fly on 75% gas. And the smart old pilots climbed high with it and fell on the spitdweebs, and niki's.
Dove on the pony's and hawgs. Truly here was death for all dweebs for he who wouldst learn to fly to his planes strength.
At this point Rips wife walked in & roused him out of his drunken stupor saying "Dammit get off that computer and take us
camping!" For truly it beith friday and I want to blow this town!
Verily In the words of Jedi "Though some art vets, all art dweebish" she whined.
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Maj Ghosth XO 332nd Flying Mongrels
[This message has been edited by Ghosth (edited 06-16-2000).]
