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General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: Nash on July 20, 2004, 09:54:33 PM
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I aint the hero worshipping type, and this aint about hero worship. So shaddup.
In '95ish I began to seek out flight simming on the internet. I had already been flying box sims since the dots and lines age, but when I finally got hooked up with the internet I went searching for anything flight-sim related.
What I came across absolutely floored me. I used to print out pages and pages of this stuff during work, and read it during lunch.
It was an entire world... with unbelievable characters.
I go diving down. Empire State Building monkeys. Blood pigging. Sheep. And of course, Dok Gonzo's Holy Principle of HATE.
Holy shreck...
And I was hooked.
Somehow, in your own way, you all were too.
Now Voss... Say what ya want about him. I sincerely feel bad for anyone who got hurt by him. But in a quirky way, I am thankful for Voss. Because he's one of those unlikely characters that gives this game soul. Nuance. And the mere mention of Voss is like waving a magic wand and bringing the past to life.
Makes me remember why I ended up here. Which I totally dig.
G'bless you freaks.
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He definantly generates fan mail on the BBS...
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chick!
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Well, I don't know about the rest, but he is my Hero and who I have modeled my online career after:
Now this is the question. If the bombs are armed and you put
them right in the center of that big carrier deck do you get
credit for the hits if the aircraft is still attached to the
bombs?
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Originally posted by NUKE
chick!
heh :)
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ying and yang,light and dark, good and bad,cream and scum
it does take them all does'nt it
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There is a question on the New York State BAR exam regarding Blood Pigging. It's in the criminal law section of the test, under grevious torts. The question is about intent and state of mind.
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Remember one particular bellybutton clown that went by the name of RavenX?
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Sure do. :)
There was a week-long SF reunion on #SF last October. I paid a coupla visits, and asked about him. He hasn't been killed by anyone and he hasn't killed himself. I was both suprised and glad to hear it. Jmack is doing great (C scare). Always liked the kid.
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Originally posted by Nash
I aint the hero worshipping type, and this aint about hero worship. So shaddup.
In '95ish I began to seek out flight simming on the internet. I had already been flying box sims since the dots and lines age, but when I finally got hooked up with the internet I went searching for anything flight-sim related.
What I came across absolutely floored me. I used to print out pages and pages of this stuff during work, and read it during lunch.
It was an entire world... with unbelievable characters.
I go diving down. Empire State Building monkeys. Blood pigging. Sheep. And of course, Dok Gonzo's Holy Principle of HATE.
Holy shreck...
And I was hooked.
Somehow, in your own way, you all were too.
Now Voss... Say what ya want about him. I sincerely feel bad for anyone who got hurt by him. But in a quirky way, I am thankful for Voss. Because he's one of those unlikely characters that gives this game soul. Nuance. And the mere mention of Voss is like waving a magic wand and bringing the past to life.
Makes me remember why I ended up here. Which I totally dig.
G'bless you freaks.
Being thankful for voss is pissing on the grave of every guy who bought it flying in the military. Its pissing on the grave of everyone who died of cancer. The voss antics give you some sense of nostaliga? Good for you. I feel bad for you. You have no concept of the gravity of the things he cheapened.
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So be it.
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The Blood Pig
The Blood Pig This was going to be great: two gunned F/A-26's attacking A3.
TANGO CIRCUS (aka TC) was piloting the first ship, with DoK as his gunner. Flush Garden was piloting the second, with Cap'n Trips gunning.
They launched from C2 and set course around the Westward mountain and a shallow climb. They wanted to be at about 3000 feet when they came around the mountain and the A's saw them. All went according to plan - they turned the corner and enterred the Valley of Death at exactly 3000 feet. The could see that the A's were just about off of radar to the North. They were starting a large raid on B-land. A3 was practically undefended.
"Lets go," TC said ... and started the F/A-26 down. Both ships quickly gathered speed and A3 was coming up fast.
"I'll take the West ack, you take the East," TC called over the radio to Flush. Flush responded with a quick "rgr."
A3 was now in sight, they could make out the dots where the acks were. "All guns forward," DoK called. TC and Flush were on their bomb runs and it would be up to the gunners to suppress planes taking off until the ack was killed. Trips and DoK jumped to their lower turrets and tracked the A3 take-off spot.
Both ships were now just about at the release point when a Zero appeared at A3. "FIRE," DoK yelled. Trips and DoK opened up at the edge of their range at the Zeke which had just started to taxi. They saw hits on the plane just as TC and Flush both called "Bombs away" and pulled up into chandelles to avoid the AAA.
In quick succession the kill messages for the two ack-acks and the lone Zeke appeared on the screen. A set of "HAR!"'s errupted on the radio as the F/A-26's cranked around to land. This was the tricky part. The pilots had to land in direct line about 150 yards behind the take-off spot. They were vulnerable during this stage because they were going too slow to manouever much.
TC and Flush dropped flaps and gear and executed break turns to get into the right pattern. TC touched down first and hit the brakes, Flush was down seconds later. As they inched their way up to the "sweet spot" behind the runway, that same Zero appeared again. The gunners openned up first and killed him in seconds.
By now both planes were side-by-side behind the A3 take-off spot. All turrets were aimed forward, plus the pilot's guns. That made 24 .50 calibre machine guns bore-sighted down the runway.
The A's were starting to die up at B1, so soon they would be trying to take off. The crews of the F/A-26's waited impatiently. But not for long. Soon A's started popping up from the take-off spot. They must have been deciding on a plan inside the field. All guns openned up and the A's dropped like turds out the back of a galloping horse.
Being A's, they kept trying to take off. And they kept getting shot down. Usually before getting 100 yards down the runway. A few started trying to turn off the tarmac the instant they got on the field. This got them out from in front of the main guns, but the turrets then followed them and they were soon quickly killed.
The A's tried taking up a B17 with a tail gunner, but it was no match for the firepower of 2 A26's. The A's now started screaming on the radio about what was happening at their base. This just made the folks in the F/A-26's break out into hysterical laughter. A3 was now in complete turmoil. Planes were dying on the runway almost as fast as they appeared, the few that managed to escape the runway were struggling to stay aloft long enough to get a shot at the two F/A-26's before the gunners did them in.
The A's did eventually hit on the idea of taking off from some field other than A3 and attacking the parked bombers from above. But decades of inbreeding caused them to auger in during their firing runs before being able to register a fatal hit. And, of course, it never occured to them to bring bombs.
Ammunition was now running low, and it looked like a good time to try to break for home. So TC and Flush cranked up their engines. As they sped along gathering speed, they noticed that the planes would not get off the ground. The wings had taken so much dmage, that they were now useless.
"Damn, wings shot to ****," TC said.
"Looks like we drive home," DoK replied.
So the two F/A-26's reduced throttle and started driving back to C2. It was a long drive, but they had plenty of fuel and many, many scalps to get back to base with. A few A's tried to follow, but most fell to either the top turret gunners or to their own galactic stupidity.
It took almost 20 minutes, but eventually the two newly christened "Blood Pigs" made it back to base. The four pilots and gunners were all laughing so hard over the devestation and chaos they had caused, they had to log off for half an hour to collect themselves.
Once tanks and FlakPanzers came onto the scene, BloodPigging became far less prevalent. Once in a while you'll still see one - usually parked on a carrier, waiting for an unsuspecting dweeb in a Zeke to take off.
JUST found this link http://www.gonzoville.com good stuff here
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Originally posted by Avenger
Being thankful for voss is pissing on the grave of every guy who bought it flying in the military. Its pissing on the grave of everyone who died of cancer. The voss antics give you some sense of nostaliga? Good for you. I feel bad for you. You have no concept of the gravity of the things he cheapened.
Whoa... this is some thick stuff here... be careful guys... it might stick to your shoes.
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If it wasn't for Hitler... would the Greatest Generation have been as great?
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Originally posted by Sandman
Whoa... this is some thick stuff here... be careful guys... it might stick to your shoes.
How so Sand? Are you saying Voss did have cancer? Because sure as ****, he didn't fly F-16's. He didn't go to the USAFA. It's very likely he didn't serve at all.
So what part of Avengers statement is BS in your eyes?
-Smut
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Originally posted by Nash
I go diving down.
The best of the best. It is still brought up on a regular basis. I wish someone would post a sticky of " I go diving down" so those new to the wonderfull world of combat flight sims could read it. I think it might lighten the frustration of the learning curve some.
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Fri. Sep. 03, 1993
T.NAUGHTON [SCAVENGER] at 23:36 EDT
I GO DIVING DOWN 1
I think my handle is very far out. That's cool or hot or bad
depending on your generation bias. It comes with a vision of
myself in AW. I saw myself cruising around like the Red Baron
watching for victims. Since I am new I would cruise the skies of
Europe looking for wounded warriors trying to get home. Engine
smoking, control cables half shot away, aileron hanging flipping
back and forth like Heston in Battle of Midway.
Then down would come the SCAVENGER preying on the helpless
getting some easy kills building up his score, becoming a DWEEB
to be reckoned with.
Now the name is great. The problem is OLE SCAVENGER is getting
his butt shot off roaming the skies of Europe. The only smoke I
am see un is coming out the back view of my aircraft. The only
control cables half shot away, ailerons flipping seemed to be on
MY airplane. Something is wrong with my plan. I was thinking
about changing my handle but DEAD DUCK is already taken and then
someone might take SCAVENGER and I would never earn it back.
I know I'll change it to SC-avenger (Southern California
Avenger). Maybe I could avenge other DWEEBS from the Southern
California area. I could stay up really late when you EDT guys
are very tired and then I can come diving down. hee hee hee hee
There has to be some way to make this handle work!! Surely I can
figure some way where I get to come diving down. This sure isn't
like SWOTL where I used to just come diving down alot. But you
just wait, one of these days I am going figure out how to come
diving down again and then just watch out!!!
Sat Sep 04, 1993
T.NAUGHTON [SCAVENGER] at 21:28 EDT
I COME DIVING DOWN Part 2:
O.K. so I've been waiting to come diving down like I said so I
could do this SCAVENGER thing and bring sorrow and woe to the
wives and girlfriends of those poor wounded prey that I come
diving down on.
So last weekend I was up there waiting to come diving down right
and nothing was showing on my radar. There were a couple of dots
here and there when suddenly, below me was a dot that hadn't
shown up on my radar but started showing up as an icon that said
it was an A-26. Looked like he was sorta sneaken around the
mountains trying to, shall we say, remain incognito?
Now that drove this diving down thing into a real frenzy. I mean
to tell ya I reaaaaly wanted to go diving down. So I did and just
to make sure it was going to work I pulled the trigger at 8,000
ft and just held it down. And just to make sure he wouldn't fly
away I had the airspeed indicator pegged out. So with the guns
smoken the bullets flyen man did I come diving down. I think I
got some hits. I can't be sure cause I went by pretty fast. Then
I found out I only had 175 ft. in which to pull out from a 475kt.
vertical dive.
Well That's about it. It was over pretty quick and I sorta hope
the A-26 guys weren't looken out of the cockpit when I went by
but what the heck I finally got to come diving down didn't I?
Sun Sep 05, 1993
T.NAUGHTON [SCAVENGER] at 13:47 EDT
I GO DIVING DOWN PART 3:
O.K. I don't want this post to be misunderstood. I'm not really
upset with anybody. It's just that I'm the sort of person that
likes to do things in my own time, if you know what I mean. I
like to learn at my own pace and I don't want to be rushed. So if
you were the guys I met up with Sunday night I'm not still mad
but give a little consideration in the future O.K.?
Sunday night it was quite around C-Land. Didn't seem to be much
of anything going on in B-Land either. A couple or three markers
were all I saw and since I wasn't having much luck gunning I
thought I'd try my hand at dive bombing. So I checked out a P-38
and put on a couple of bombs.
I took off from C-19 and headed over sorta of north west where I
remembered seeing a B-Aircraft carrier. I got up to 10,000 ft.
and it took a while to get over there and nobody I mean nobody
was in sight. Not on radar and not out between all those metal
bars that you look through to see out the side of a P-38. So I'm
real relaxed about all this, just crusin.
I look at the radar and that carrier is getten real close and its
about time to do my thing, that's right, I'm goen to go diving
down real soon. I set my sights over to bomb sight with
esc-sd-enter and I sorta roll over a little to see the
Carrier---and all of a sudden I got red icons showing up. Three
of them and they're closing fast. I need a little time here to
get set up. But I see one of these ICONS moving around behind me
and the numbers are going from 5000 down to about 1800 and I'm
getten nervous. I want to see where the other ones are so I use
my coolie hat thing on my brand new $66.00 Chips and Bits
Thrustmaster FCS, but those big metal things on the side windown
of a P-38 are letting me see nothen. I feel like changing my
handle again. This time to a [TRAPPED RAT] who is trying to look
through the bars of his cage.
So I figure I am not going to last much longer with my bombs
unless I get real busy diving down. I'm just about in the right
spot so I push it over and down we go. Just then I get the first
taka taka taka up my rear view but I'm diving down so the heck
with that. The big X is right on the carrier deck but under all
this pressure I forgot what you do to drop the bombs. So I hit
the help screen and read a bit and put in esc-A-ent and a little
message pops up says bombs armed. Then I look up and the X is
right in the center of that carrier deck so things are looking
real good. I am diving down real fast.
Now this is the question. If the bombs are armed and you put
them right in the center of that big carrier deck do you get
credit for the hits if the aircraft is still attached to the
bombs?
Tue Sep 14, 1993
T.NAUGHTON [SCAVENGER] at 23:05 EDT
I go Diving Down Part 4:
I have been on line with Genie since July 27th. I have NEVER EVER
experienced NODE problems of any kind. That is until I registered
for and received an invitation to, fly a Spit for the RAF in
Eagle Day. As a flying sergeant in RAFVR I was called up right
out of AWTA to fill in for the shortage of Spitfire pilots. I Was
lucky enough to be posted to Sqd 54 at Manston. I even picked up
a stove lid to sit on. The night before I got little sleep as one
tends to review all that he has learned, wondering how the
lessons of school will hold up to the reality of combat.
About 6:00AM I was awakened to the sound of air raid sirens. That
was followed closly by the WUMP WUMP WUMP sound of the 550lb
bombs from diving JU88s. We could see smoke pouring from the
ruins of the El Monte node. I ran quickly to aid with fire
control but to no avail. El Monte Node was out of the fight. Then
I tried to report in. Over and over I got only---"HHH: His
Majesty's Service Interupted".
All day Saturday and Sunday I tried to get into the battle but to
no avail. "HHH His Majesty's Service" was out all weekend. All I
can do is hope the Germans do not realize the strategic
importance of our node network and that they will now leave the
El Monte Node alone. If they ever figure out how important the
nodes are to vectoring us into AW. Well" Loose Lips Sink Ships"
so I will say no more, hint-hint-nudge-nudge, say no more . Lets
just hope Goring did his usual poor job of strategic planning.
Secretly it made me feel a bit proud that the Germans would
expend that much effort just to keep-- me-- out of the battle.
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I GO DIVING DOWN part 5:
It was one of those lazy summer days in /MO 4. In fact I felt
pretty safe as the only dots I could see had little green icons
just like mine. I was just lifting off the runway when unusual
things started to happen. This time the messenger of death
arrived with a friendly greeting.
*6666 Hey! Is that you Scav?
*4444 Scav's Up!
*3999 Hey,Scav
Reluctantly my eyes left the horizon and moved downward to the
little black place where the messages come from. It was a place
I have ignored as being new meant NO RADIO MESSAGES! Raising the
gear was forgotten as I tried to recall the radio procedure.
Lets see I am already on Ch#1 so if I just type / and then the
reply, yes that's it just / reply.
/YUP
I type the shortest message I can think of, then my hand races
back to the view keys and my eyes back to the horizon as the
aircraft begins to buffet. I push the nose back down and then I
stab at the views but they no longer work. I am now blind in
every direction but forward.
*6666 We sure like reading your posts Scav!
*4444 Yea,They are pretty funny.
*3999 Switch to CH2 Scav!
A cold sweat begins to form on my brow. The airspeed
indicator is now going down not up. The buffeting is now
being complemented by the stall indicator light as it
joyfully blinks on and off. I don't want to be rude, yet I want
to live. To fly, to roll and go diving down on some
unsuspecting prey. Instead I am less than 200 ft. off the ground
rapidly approaching a mountain, staggering on the
verge of a stall, landing gear down, views out trying to write a
letter with my left hand and fly with my right just because some
guy said Hi Scav! Is that you?
I am thinking fast. Why are the views out. My eyes travel to the
message line.
/Yup
sits there waiting to be............... Entered, that's it I
have to hit enter to send. I quickly hit the enter and then my
hand races back to the views. They work again. Why is my
airspeed so low? Oh my God! The flaps are down. I must have hit
the flaps when I was pounding on the views trying to get them to
work. Flaps Up. Air Speed starts to crawl back up toward
100IAS. The buffeting subsides and the stall light quits
blinking. Something is still not right the airspeed is going up
but too slowly. Oh, the gear is still down. I think its damaged.
I am getting awfully close to that mountain...
I have absolutely no idea who shot me down. I never saw him.
Just just as I was trying to type the commands to switch to
Channel #2 there were those red flashs going off all over the
cockpit as someone put and end to my misery.
I am sure that sending messages back and forth can really
be fun. One hand whipping the stick to and fro a roll here and
immelman there while with the left hand one sends
messages of encouragement, friendship or even invitations to a
duel of death. I will learn this. Someday I too will wait high
above some DWEEB I will radio Hi Dweeb, Having Fun!!! When he
reaches out with that left hand I will see his aircraft begin to
wobble. Then, I WILL COME DIVING DOWN!! hehehehehehe
But,For me,today, it was sort of like having the mailman show up
just as I am trying to put out a fire in my house. I am naked
and running around trying to figure out what room holds the dog
and the cat. I hear the fire engines in the distance. They are
NOT going to get here in time.
The mailman arrives, holding out a packet of mail and says just
sign here. I say excuse me but my house is on fire here! He
doesn't go away. He smiles sweetly and says they really enjoy
reading your letters.
Reluctantly I reach into my pocket for my pen
but I have no cloths on. The dog is howling, the neighbors are
watching and I am wishing the fire would come and just take me
quickly away.
* Numbers have been changed to accurately represent the
confusion
SCAVENGER aka [RADIO MAN]
I GO DIVING DOWN PART 6 Eagle Day
T-30 I report to my assigned Attack Sqd. #609 and present my log
book; I receive a hearty welcome and a pleasant round of jolly
good banter.
T-20 I am quizzed on my experiences with AWTA; My hours with
instructor Bushwacker; and My flying experience in general;
T-18 Everyone gathers in good fellowship to hear my response; I
reply that; Actually old chaps, I only took one session with
Bushwacker and the ruddy AWTA before my Uncle Dowding pulled me
out the class and sent me here; The Sqd seems to gather more
closely as I answer more questions about flying the Spit;
T-15 My log book and responses are collected
T-10 I am put under close arrest until someone from intelligence
arrives;
T-09 I am strip searched and required to explain the rules of
cricket;
T-07 They are finally satisfied I wasn't parachuted in by the
Luftwaffe to sabotage an attack Sqd;
T-06 Someone from Group HQ. escorts me away from the good ole
chaps in #609 and flies me over to Patrol Sqd. 610
T-08 Sqd 610 Welcomes me and asks a few questions while examining
my log book; They ask me to look at my map and discuss the
defence sectors; They listen closely to my answers;
T-06 I am strip searched and required to explain why Edward gave
up the Crown
T-04 I am given back my uniform but no parachute and no side arm;
T-03 I am climbing out of B-33, a grin on my face, guns armed,
heading for the English Channel to do battle;
T-02 Hdqs requests that I return to the field as Eagle Day has
not started yet;
T-01 I am strip searched and required to explain Cromwell's
tactics at the Battle of Waterloo.
T-00 The Sqd leader escorts me to my patrol sector
T+1:30 I have seen one enemy aircraft, have not fired my guns and
flew 1:30 min on the fence line. The only British casualty in my
sector occurs at T+90 when ole man Herms, at the Dairy, looks up
to see my plane, trips and falls on his hayfork.
But Gentlemen it was Eagle Day and I was there!!
I GO DIVING DOWN PART 7
Because of these the technical articles I have written for Air
Warrior-----I am getting requests for more detailed
source material. Some of these books will be available
from the AWTA Library.
Thirty Seconds Over Anywhere
also titled Shortest Raids in History
The history of the DooLittle or nothing raids by
Scavenger
Covers the 30 second raid over the B-Land Carriers
The 12 second raid on an A-26
The 9 second raid on A-16
and much much more.
To Fly and Die
The Eagle Day sequel to Thirty Seconds over Anywhere
Reach for the Ground
The true story of a mentally disadvantaged DWEEB
Augernaut
The day to day diary of Americas first Augernaut.
One Brief Shining Moment
As told to Wm Manchester by Scavenger
A series of recollections just before the wheels left the
ground.
Unsafe at any Speed
As told to Ralph Nader by Scavenger
A series of recollections just after the wheels left the
ground
Fighter Combat
In depth discussion of combat tactics between Scavenger and
Robert DeNiro*
Low YoYo
High YoYo
Walking the Dog
Around the World
Are you talking to me?
The Bridges at Yoko Ono
Imagine there are no countries, and no radar too.
I hope these selections will help prepare your mind for the
tough days ahead.
*Robert Shaw (Mouse) was invited but gratefully declined.
Dweebering, oops, During the battle of Munda I, at last, had an
opportunity to exit the rands of Dweebdom. The enemy bomber
formation tried to sneak around the my patrol route. I caught
them redhanded and radioed command where to vector the entire
Japanese force to intercept. Only problem was I radioed the wrong
sectors and then got shot down. When asked to explain the misshap
I wrote the following to command at Christmas 1993.
THE NIGHT BEFORE MUNDA
It was the night before Munda, when all through the house.
Not a creature was stirring,... no spoons and no mouse.
The maps and sectors were put in to place.
In hopes that the Scav would make no mistakes.
The Scav was nestled all snug in his bed.
While visions of enema danced in his head.
The take off next day was at T-ZERO.
The Scavenger hoped he'd soon be a hero.
His mission was to be a good scout.
His comrades awaited the sound of his shout.
The time passed slowly as onward he flew.
The moments grew tense, his anxiety grew.
When all of a sudden there arose such a sight.
The enema Bomber wing in all of their might.
Then down came the fighters they lanced through the sky.
Scav. must report, for soon he would die.
The radio came on, the message was fast.
"Come Kotoshi and Bebop, on Twisted and Crash.
To the top of my sector I'm in 2 comma 2.
Hurry Grey Eagle, and Bushwacker too.
The fighters came down, their tracers flashed red.
Scavenger knew, he soon would be dead.
The flames then burst from the front of his Zero
Yes, he would die, but die as a hero.
As he started to burn he heard so much chatter
He listened to hear what could be the matter.
The radio broadcasted, the words he most feared.
Scav, reported the wrong sector, no bombers are here.
His earphones turned red as his Commander exclaimed
This could cost us the battle, God, Dweebs are a pain!
http://www.musketeers.org/NICEGUY/Scavenger/scav.html (http://Scav Tribute Page)
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ROFL...I HAVE to post this one...because it's just so freakin funny...
This post made from Scav was actually a tribute to one of the AW Gods, DoK (a.k.a. Mark S. Miller) has been playing AW since 1988 (the very beginning) Now he concentrates on creating AW and Warbirds scenarios of real-life raids wich happened in World War II. He is known to hate other's stupidity and is well versed in the art of flame-throwing. In short he HATES pretty much everyone but does everything he can so we DWEEBS can have a good time playing his scenarios..... And we do!
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MPGames RT
Category 7, Topic 4
Message 179 Tue Dec 14, 1993
T.NAUGHTON [SCAVENGER] at 03:14 EST
======= To: BLUEBARON [BB at Kesmai] =======
> To raise a hue and cry over something that, at worst, is an odd quirk,
> and which has no useful application to combat, is in neither of our
> best interests.
I wouldnt be so sure it has no useful application to combat. I followed MD
and Dustys instructions to the letter. As I came through the cumulus and
52,000 there on top of the cloud layer were DD and Wolfman trying to
unravel a snarl in the telephone cables connecting their aircraft.
At 70,000 I found a woman at a giant spinning wheel weaving the great net.
It spun invisibly down over the airwarrior terrain. Each time she carded
the fabric I could see warps arcing out from the wheel toward the nodes.
Finally at 150,000 ft a great golden light shown on the perspex of my
canopy. I saw orange sunbeams dancing across the land below from the great
southern sun. A fine castle appeared to sit on clouds of cotton. At the
gates sat an Arc Angel and behind him all the books of Air Warrior knowlege
guarded by a Roman Centurian. Rows of writings and diagrams by the aces of
history. Boxes of sound files, views, handcrafted joysticks. Stacks and
stacks of 486DX66s.
I glided slowly to a stop in front of the Angel. My heart pounded as I
realized I had found the source of all knowledge and rewards in Air Warrior.
I climbed onto the wing and was about approach the treasure. The great
angel stood and walked over to my plane. He reached out to me. In awe I
extended my hand in greeting. The angel reached past my extended hand
gathering my plane into the folds of his magnificent robes. With a small
smile he crushed the wings and flung us over the edge of the cloud and down
into the void.
As I fell from the heavens, my plane and I wrapped in our dive of death. I
uttered one last question...................Do K, ...........Why?.....
Because, my son.......................
You....people down there.................. piss... me... off.
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Originally posted by Smut
So what part of Avengers statement is BS in your eyes?
-Smut
The pissing on graves part.
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yup always liked 'I go Diving Down'
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http://www.gadrome.com/memory.html
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Originally posted by Sandman
The pissing on graves part.
Ahhhh ..... so the part about lying about being a war hero so he can steal away some of the admiration many have for REAL war heros doesn't really get through to you. And the lack of remorse as well as the willingness to stick around and act all resentful about having been caught doing it probably isn't worth revealing to those in the community who aren't in the know about it, either, then, eh?
Truth be told, the only reason a snake sticks around is because of ignorance and/or apathy. The first is easy to cure.
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Originally posted by SLO
yup always liked 'I go Diving Down'
Scav = worth liking.
Voss = not worth liking.
You have the building blocks for a clue. :D
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Originally posted by Arlo
Ahhhh ..... so the part about lying about being a war hero so he can steal away some of the admiration many have for REAL war heros doesn't really get through to you. And the lack of remorse as well as the willingness to stick around and act all resentful about having been caught doing it probably isn't worth revealing to those in the community who aren't in the know about it, either, then, eh?
I think yer missing the point (my fault, not yours).
Bad=Voss=Huge Thread Attracting Some Greats=Good.
I dug that thread.... But that thread is where the convincing about Voss should be done, as if anyone still needs any.
I'm talking about something different. But, heh, I'm pretty sure this post is gonna wind up to be just as confusing as my first. Tho mebbe ya get my drift...
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I feel an Arlo posting his stupid comical drawings coming....
come on Arlo...you cannot resist the temptation
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Originally posted by Nash
I think yer missing the point (my fault, not yours).
Bad=Voss=Huge Thread Attracting Some Greats=Good.
I dug that thread.... But that thread is where the convincing about Voss should be done, as if anyone still needs any.
I'm talking about something different. But, heh, I'm pretty sure this post is gonna wind up to be just as confusing as my first. Tho mebbe ya get my drift...
I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to the guy that was arguing about Avenger's analogy of "grave pissing" in this thread that actually had a different point but somehow still has people defending (in part or in whole) the behavior of an aberrant sociopathic individual. :D
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Originally posted by SLO
I feel an Arlo posting his stupid comical drawings coming....
come on Arlo...you cannot resist the temptation
Is this the "Slo version" of "Thank you sir, may I have another?" You know you're not gonna actually get into the frat this way, dontcha, Jethro? :D
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Countdown to the "I don't care" reply in ... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ....
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Originally posted by Arlo
I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to the guy that was arguing about Avenger's analogy of "grave pissing" in this thread that actually had a different point but somehow still has people defending (in part or in whole) the behavior of an aberrant sociopathic individual. :D
Ah, that's my bud Sand, who was pretty much defending me from a fairly outrageous post, imho. Go easy on him. :)
It was a pretty out there thing for Avenger to say. I understand the Voss episode real well. I get it. In fact I get it anew every year on the dot like clockwork.
But I'm also allowed to feel nostalgic when I see so many old faces pop up. Telling me I don't know anything about cancer or whatever just because I'm capable of holding two distinct sentiments in my head WAS thick, in my opinion. YMMV.
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Originally posted by Arlo
You know you're not gonna actually get into the frat this way, dontcha, Jethro? :D
at least your funny Arlo.
as too that Frat quote, please take no offense but you can shove it up where the sun don't shine :aok
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Originally posted by Nash
Ah, that's my bud Sand, who was pretty much defending me from a fairly outrageous post, imho. Go easy on him. :)
It was a pretty out there thing for Avenger to say. I understand the Voss episode real well. I get it. In fact I get it anew every year on the dot like clockwork.
But I'm also allowed to feel nostalgic when I see so many old faces pop up. Telling me I don't know anything about cancer or whatever just because I'm capable of holding two distinct sentiments in my head WAS thick, in my opinion. YMMV.
Well .... large oriental ta-tas make up for alot, I say.
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Originally posted by Nash
I think yer missing the point (my fault, not yours).
Bad=Voss=Huge Thread Attracting Some Greats=Good.
I dug that thread.... But that thread is where the convincing about Voss should be done, as if anyone still needs any.
I'm talking about something different. But, heh, I'm pretty sure this post is gonna wind up to be just as confusing as my first. Tho mebbe ya get my drift...
I understand this sentiment. If I missed your point initially then my apologies. voss never gave the community soul or nuance. He was the worst moment and worst person for the community. As for sandman defending you and implying that I was someone spewing bs well all I can say to sandman is my personal sense of honor truly does cause me to be very upset by the likes of voss. If this does not apply to you so be it.
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"gives" this game soul was a poor choice of words. I didn't mean it as a verb.
Lemme see....
His presence lends a unique characteristic to the community which, unlikely as it would seem, and despite all the harm, does in fact bring with it at least some semblance of a benefit, no matter how comparatively small?
That should clear things RIGHT up!
:D
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seems alot of people have had trouble dealing with a pathalogical liar Nash....
all this hate for just one person, too funny.
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Originally posted by SLO
all this hate for just one person, too funny.
Christ.... folks just itchin' ta fight. Give it a break for a few minutes SLO et al.
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Originally posted by SLO
seems alot of people have had trouble dealing with a pathalogical liar Nash....
all this hate for just one person, too funny.
It must be nice to be so mentally superior and above it all. Tell me what youve done in your life to have become such an awesome being.
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A-26...... it's hard to believe that the best plane I ever flew online happened eight years ago....