Having not flown at all in over a week, I visited the MA last night. The last time I had visited the MA was on the “Evil Con Night” that didn’t happen. Before that it had been many months, maybe even a year.
Anyway, I wanted to check out Fester’s new map. It’s a great map. The bases are close, promoting lots of quick action. However, the MA is still the MA (not hat there’s anything wrong with that). I spent the first hour or so in Chogs and Tigers gang-banging and field porking (I guess I was in Rome). I spent most of the second hour or so getting gang-banged at porked fields.
As action packed as the night was, I felt “done” by midnight. My palms weren’t sweaty, my heart rate wasn’t up, I actually recognized that it was a reasonable time to go to bed, and I didn’t have to tear myself away from the game to do so.
I don’t know what it is about the MA. Perhaps hosing P-51s, Spits and P-47s with a Chog… just seems odd. I guess I need that slight bit of historical match-up context to become mentally immersed.
Or perhaps it was such a lack of good true fights… I always try to give my enemies as little advantage as possible, and try to kill them as quickly as I can, but I still enjoy a good fight. Nothing about last night sticks in my head, just a lot of vulches, and a few 120-mph, Hail-Mary, 500-yard deflection shots… Not a lot of “Flying” though.
My point (if I have one),
I guess I’m still not the MA type (not hat there’s anything wrong with that).
eskimo