Someone explain this one to me:
Chasing a Spit in my Spit last night, down on the deck in the middle of a fair sized furball. He's chasing someone else, so he's not checking his 6, letting me slide up on him.
I check my 6 and see a Pony booming in on me. I'm D400 from the Spit, Pony is D1.2 or so from from me.
Since I'm dumb, I hang on the Spit for another second and am just about to squeeze off some 20mm at him when a dialogue box pops up on my screen. It says something like:
So and so has invited you to join their squad - Accept or Decline.
So there I am. Closing on Spit with a Pony on my tail, lined up for a shot and about to break to avoid the Pony. Now I can't see because of the dialogue box, and it freaked me out so I scramble for the mouse to hit "Decline". While doing all this tracers go flying past me, take off a wing, and I go down. Elapsed time - maybe 5 seconds between the dialogue box and the kill.
And I look to the message buffer to see who got me and, surprise surprise, its the chickenhead who asked me to join their squad.
For whomever the hero was who subjected me to that last night, in my mind you are the greatest fighter pilot in history, whether virtual or otherwise. I would rank you right up there with Erich Hartmann (who I understand used the exact same tactic in each one of his 352 kills). I bow to your flying abilities, and I am not worthy of even being in the MA when you are in flight. Next time, please just send me a message so that I can bail out the moment you arrive on the scene. I beg for you to teach me the very skills which you have obtained so that I too can be as much of a chickenhead as you. Never mind common courtesy. Never mind gentlemen's conduct. Never mind any sense of honour. Please, please, please feel free to bombard me and others with requests to join your sqaud in the middle of a furball.
And instead of getting upset about all of this, once it happened, a brief vision flashed through my head of this idiot sitting at his computer with a watermelon eating grin on his face, congratulating himself on his kill, and basking in all the glory that AH must bring to his life on a regular basis.