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General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: DiabloTX on February 13, 2005, 10:28:34 PM
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So there I was. Spring, 1990. Sitting in the Cargo Office of the USS Concord (AFS-5). Playing "Their Finest Hour" on the mighty 286. I was leading a bombing mission of Do-17s into England. The sun was setting in the game, a nice big orange circle split in two by the Channel. Off to my right a flight on 109's with red noses were escorting me. No Spits, no Hurri's, no fighting just enjoying the view. On the tape player I was listening to the B-52's "Cosmic Thing" when the last song started playing, called "Follow Your Bliss". Perfect. It was something that I always remember when that song comes on.
OK, what's yours.
No "Flaming Diablo's *** in the CT last year." or "Watching Shane get smoked and him *****ing about being gang banged the whole way down." kinda crap.
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winning my first stanley cup in NHL93 for the sega genisis and watching the little animated cup get carried around the rink while i blared 'we are the champions' from my stereo.
sigh. no hockey this year :(
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nhl '93.... damn my roomates and I played for hours on that game.
Really enjoyed SWOTL when I was in college. My whole floor played the game on some poor kids 386 or 486,(can not remember) for hours on end.
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Originally posted by moose
winning my first stanley cup in NHL93 for the sega genisis and watching the little animated cup get carried around the rink while i blared 'we are the champions' from my stereo.
sigh. no hockey this year :(
Nice :)
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had this one sortie in the SEA a few weeks ago. killed 6 + a few assists. was the top german ace of the frame.
in 2 min i got 4 of the kills. calling on vox..
"wait... he's dead... JB11 chk 6!!!... your clear hes dead... CHK 6 again!!... your clear he's dead."
i got 2 kills in 15 seconds.
there was an MA sortie like that once, in a dora, i was yanking and banking on the deck, made the perfect evasive barrel roll, boom spit is dead, then like 3 seconds later i killed the la7 i was originally on.
had like 5 kills that sortie, never above 1.5K over the water, my heart was pounding... i had done it in a dora!
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I've had a couple that stick in my mind.
First was in the old AW. My squad was returning from a mission and several guys were on fumes. I had already gone down in flames by being my usual aggressive self. :) It did have the distracting feature that allowed mos of my squad to return. When they were getting close to the border a flight of 3 came up to get the survivers. I launched in a F6 to cover them and saw the ambush starting. I jumped into them to try and break up the attack. I succeeded as they now went after me. Everything outside of the screen went away. During the fight I knew where each one of them was and countered them. I got shot to pieces, but landed all 3 kills and my squad landed theirs.
Second was in AH. We had a night dedicated to a scenario. We were flying 38's, a plane I really didn't fly much at all. My job was high cover of the strike force. They were clear but the low cover was engaged fully and having a hard time. I dove in and calmly started picking off the enemy during the furball. It was my first 5 kill landed mission. Rude STILL claims I stole 2 of his kills. I don't believe him as he couldn't fire to the rear. ;)
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About 2 years ago, I was flying a C205 in the CT on the malta map, am flying on my own happily(those who visit the CT know what I mean).
At one point, I see a cloud of little dots appear on the horrizon (wtf???) and get closer to 'investigate'.
I usualy s*ck in AH, but this was a moment of pure bliss: I had stumbled on a group of Spits (I think it was the 303 Polish Squad training for big SEA event), I do a few passes, and the 1st spit I shoot down is no less than the quitting-bastige-leader of all spits: FUNKED
I laughed so hard I was promptly shot down, and I heard FUNKED got the auto-mute for profanity language for 10 minutes following that.
Can't stop laughing even as I type it :lol
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My total zen moment was in Ultima IX: Ascension which was actually a pretty good (if a little light) RPG if you could run it without crashing. Was hanging out in the woods, the sun was rising, the music was suitably soothing, and a little english robin-looking bird landed next to my character and started bathing in a puddle. Then I realized how silly the whole thing was and went outside.
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In Ultima Online. I was the only one to find a bug in which I could steal everything from a persons paper doll while invisible. In one week I acquired 4 house, 2 castles and a mill in gold. People feared the name Dion Sanders.
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Sunking , tell me more, this sounds like a cool story.
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hmm...just after finally beating psycho mantis, after cresting a certain hill in morrowind, and immediatly before striking a perfect hole in one in leaderboard...
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F4U-1C at sunset... somewhere in the mountains on Trinity. The effects of a few vicodin were just peaking as I basked in the virtual orange glow, with streaming ambient chill music in the background. I lost all interest in finding a fight; the hills wanted to play so I performed lazy aerobatic maneuvers, enjoying the effects. It seemed to last only 30 seconds, but I eventually ran out of gas and found myself somewhere northeast of tank town, sitting near a clump of the AH1 2D trees, completely mellow. :cool:
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I will always remember how good the sea blended with the horizon looked in 1942 Pacific Air War...the sun glimmer..I still don't know how they achieved that with 320*200 and 256 colors
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Originally posted by brendo
Sunking , tell me more, this sounds like a cool story.
Back in the day on the Napa server. My buddy and I decide chopping wood sucked and it was a life of crime we were after. We'd set people up. We played from the same room. My buddy would talk to players right outside the entrance to the caves, I would be next to him invisible. While he was talking and being all nice informative I was looting the player left and right. We became notorious and no one would trust my buddy knowing I was lurking...
Then one day I stumbled on a bug. I could stand a certain way to a player invisible, bring up their paper doll and drag EVERYTING from it to my player. You can imagine the laughs when I dragged all their clothing and chest away and they instant being naked. I'd have a rune stone and instantly teleport into one of our stolen keys castles and drop my loot. It was sooo evil but soo fun. We mainly prayed on the Asian kids, all you'd see was acsi symbols scroll when they just realized all their hardwork from the last 4 months disapeared when I stole that fancy armour or sword.
For awhile there was a site that offered 1 mill gold for my ears ... funny stuff. I'd be walking in town and people would just trashtalk me to death begging me to step out so they could kill me.
I stole so many keys that we'd sell the house right back to the owner or their clan buddies, we were ruthless.
Then karma struck.....
The admins kept teleporting me to rooms threatening me and wanting to know how I had so much stuff. I guess watching me in god mode didn't let them see how I was stealing with the bug. So one day we decided to move all our loot to my buddies 2nd unknown honest character incase I was banned or killed with keys on me
so.......
the exact time we go to the bank and I move 2 million and gold to my friend another bug abusing player appears on the roof, fires off a spell and everyone dies , even the AI guards. So there I am laying dead to bug and watching this guy hit the jackpot looting my corpse of 2 mill in gold...
live by the sword , die by the sword..
at that point all I could do was laugh while my friends practiacally cried. About a week later I realized the game was sucking my social life and I gave all the stuff away to friends ingame and told the admins how I was looting, I then cancelled my account...
...then a week or so I just find out the new craze of people selling loot and chacracters on EBAY for real money!!!
I can only laugh again when I think how much money the famous Dion Sanders character would bring and all the items and castles we owned , oh well. I'll never play one of those level up pay to play games again. Especially now that playerkilling in it's true form is gone. Its all about Aces High now.
I could probably write a book on all the evil things and crap we pulled in that game.. there were some great times.
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*shudders*
you didn't go out much, did you?
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Beating Jackel on the Nintendo.
then beating Mario 1 to find out it starts over with little dudes with football helmets on instead of mushrooms.
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Lol BLue, that was mine almost... :)
the first time i completed Super mario bros. on the original game boy. Always had to be done in one sitting. no save game.
that music when you complete it is still the best single tune ive ever heard!
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Originally posted by spitfiremkv
*shudders*
you didn't go out much, did you?
Actually had a life and a hot girlfriend that like video games ( a rare breed). Back then you could level up a guy by putting a pencil in the keyboard and it would hold down a key all night and you could gain levels on"auto pilot", no need to play hours on end like their forced to do now... that same buddies has over 500 hours in World Of Warcraft since it came out.... ouch. talk to him not me, but then again he's married, do you blame him.
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Bad back and was given a large bottle of Diazapam (Valium) to relax the muscles in my back. I shouldn't have been sitting at the computer anyway...but I felt soooo good I figured "what the heck". I don't remember the exact incident but I was in "the zone". Got a couple of kills and one of them accused me of cheating.
To make it even better a bunch of guys were online who knew me (and my complete lack of ability to be able to even "think" about cheating) and they defended me. The ensuing support filled the text buffer...and my heart.
It was a beautiful moment.
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AW4W(AOL)
Saw some guys trying to take a base on the little inland sea in the middle. Came around the cool canyon mountain west of the base, from the sea. Just me, 7 of them. Goon, B17, A26 and 4 fighters.
I hit the zone. Everything else went away. Vision tunneled. Mind started doing intense calculations. It was balls out, no thoughts of living or dieing, just stop the capture.
I had a fair amount of E. I think I was in a 190A8, not sure. They were flying from dirt to about 4k maybe. I'm slightly nose down, haulin ass.
My head says, get the goon first, NO, the other head says(???) You get him first you don't have a chance to get any of the others. I hit the fighter closest, middle alt. zoomed a tad and hit the highest. Rolled a tad and pulled on the next highest, but out front a bit and continued down and clobbered the 17. Still down, scrapped the dirt and popped the goon. At "ludicrous speed" I zoomed in a high loop, winged over and popped the lone spit who seemed to be looking about for his disappearing buddies. Somewhere in there I got the 26, but dont remember it for sure.
I started looking around for the one I missed, I couldn't have killed them ALL! Then it hit me. I had killed all seven of em. Then the adrenaline shakes hit me, heart started pounding, got kinda sick feelin in my stomach. I had to do lazy circles around the feild till I could land it. One of the wildest things I've ever experienced in sims.
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(http://www.medphys.ucl.ac.uk/~martins/orbit/images/gallery61.jpg)
Was playing Orbiter with the addon sound pack installed - and on the playlist came "Magic Carpet Ride" right as I was busting through 90km altitude at SRB seperation. At that point I was quoting Trey from Team America
"America! **** yea!"
(http://www.medphys.ucl.ac.uk/~martins/orbit/images/gallery60.jpg)
Zen achieved - I docked at MIR - switched out to the Delta Glider and had a 10 hour journey (accellerated) to an orbital moon station similar to one this guy built.
(http://www.medphys.ucl.ac.uk/~martins/orbit/images/gallery25.jpg)
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Originally posted by Lizard3
AW4W(AOL)
I started looking around for the one I missed, I couldn't have killed them ALL! Then it hit me. I had killed all seven of em. Then the adrenaline shakes hit me, heart started pounding, got kinda sick feelin in my stomach. I had to do lazy circles around the feild till I could land it. One of the wildest things I've ever experienced in sims.
Lizard, I experienced the exact same thing...
http://www.hitechcreations.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=94851&highlight=wolfala+and+junior2
It was a Sunny day in Bishland - Junior2 and myself were going on a quick strike from 77 to 87 about 40 miles southwest in a pair of P-38's. Rarely do missions stand out that I wish I had taped and this was one of them. We get on station and immediatly are met by several P-51D's, a P-38L and Spit of some varient. We loosed our ordinance and reasoned correctly there was no way to avoid a fight.
What made this fight unique for me, is that in all my years of playing I have NEVER, NOT ONCE felt like I needed to change out my shorts, or had my stomic in my throat for what seemed hours.
The 51's engaged us first, Junior bag'd one and another 51 crawled up behind him and flamed him. He was low on E, got the snap off and he went down. The 38 tried the headon and lost when his tailboom departed the fuselage. Seeing the situation going downhill faster then a redneck stuffed inside of a goodyear, I elected to try and make a run for it. But there was the problem of a spit, that somehow was able to keep up with my 300+ IAS on the deck with WEP on.
The Spit was within 500 and plinking me incessantly, I knew that I was worm food if I kept running, and I pulled the hardest vertical reversal, blacked out and dumped the flaps while doing it - somehow he lost all of his E maybe figuring he could not follow me through. I ended up behind, he ran for the deck a little, and then started a standard rate turn to the right - the 50's landed on his wing and sent him in.
The remaining 51's having witnessed this came back with altitude and speed - I pushed WEP and got my E up - the first one broke early in the head on and lost his tail to my hizooka. Quickly I reversed and the second 51 overshot and tried to pull hard in a turn - I led him about 3 or 4 mills and took his wing.
All the while, there was no restbit - 2 more P-51's came up and that 38 decided to come back. No friendlies were in the area, I was yelling on my squad channel for someone to get their bellybutton over to my position, the nearest friendly was a good 30 miles away.
The first 51 missed in his headon and broke hard left and lost all of his E. I was below 200 and was able to turn inside him without issue and quickly reclaimed his left wing. The 2nd P-51 I got caught in a vertical scissors and got him with a snapshot to the cockpit.
In the background was the 38 - bearing down on me with WEP at about 2000 meters to go. I was still yelling into the radio, and on the deck with WEP screaming back to 77. The 38 followed for a good 4 minutes and then finally broke off his chase.
I threw on the autopilot - got to a more comfortable altitude and went into the bathroom - looked into the mirror and my hands were shaking, and sweat all over. Ladies and gentlemen, $14.95 is a small price to pay for a fight like that. A salute to all those who fell to my gun in that epic struggle - you made the most memorable fight.
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A number of years ago in AW (Fitertown). I was way out in front of a couple of my squaddies in a Hellcat (Krush and someone else I can't remember). Out in front of me I see a three badguys in formation. I only remember that one was a spit, and one a pony, not sure the other. I decided to go ahead and engage just for the heck of it, figured I might survive long enough for my buds to come help. On the merge, the spits and "other" broke verticle for the rope, I dunno what the Pony did. I followed the two up and nailed one immediately, lucky shot. The other I had just enough E to follow nose nose over and zapped him as we were both essentially stalled out and flat. He went boom and I immediately looked straight up (which was really straight down) and saw the Pony had apparently missed a shot on me and stalled out. As my nose came straight down, he was in my sights and I only had to follow a few seconds before I whacked him too. The whole thing happened inside of what seemed to me like 10 seconds... it was probably more like 15 lol. One of my squaddies typed out over text... "Dayum Tumor, you was HARD on them". I thought.. well geez I didn't MEAN to be.
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This was back in the days when NDIsles was fairly new and I believe only around 100 or so people were in the MA. At least there wasn't enough people for each side watch everything.
I was JG200 at the time and because this was my first flight sim and I didn't fly fighters very well I flew goons alot in the early days. BTW, the names Drunky because I drink alot, not because of the goons.
Anyhoo, it was Friday night and our squad night so we upped from the the lower left of the map (don't remember base numbers) and we fly along the bottom and are going to steal some base on the lower right. Well, along the way I ran out of beer so I say, "Out of beer, BRB."
Fifteen minutes later I type, "Back." Of course people are freaking out wondering where I went. Well, I went to the store. I fly with my twelve pack sitting next to me. When I said I was out of beer I meant I was out of beer and I need to get more.
I knew I wouldn't get killed. I left it on auto-pilot and returned just in time to open a beer and start to head to the base to drop troops.
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I had more than a couple of those in Air Warrior. There was one mission where I was flying high cover for a squad of TBFs attacking Shoho, and I spotted a couple F4Us about to vulch. I was so into the game that I experienced sensory transformation. I wrote it up then, I'll cut-n-paste it. If you AW'd, it might make sense. If you didn't, it might anyhow. Some of the handles are the same in AH as they were in AW, you also might recognize some names. I was ACCS, and the last CO of the ACCS.
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From: Tom Brenholts/mosca
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Subject: An Air Warrior moment
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Baaaaaaa, all.
You know, every time I think that I can't be surprised, when I think that I know what's going on and I feel kinda jaded about the whole thing, a moment comes along that puts everything back in perspective.
It was a pretty typical SN, an unusual mission to be sure but nice for a change. I volunteered for the F6F flight; those TBFs are really slow, and I have trouble flying close to the water, and I don't really like the P-planes yet. I was with Han and Raven, and hlbly showed up, and I think the other two in the flight were Whels and Tygrr? Anyhow, as we made our way along the flight plan I tried to stay kind of in the middle or to the back of the flight. That way when we changed directions I could follow their planes.
As usual, I was given a plane with a bad second-stage supercharger, because I was having trouble keeping up again. At some point on the way to Mid, Han and Raven dropped speed to help close formation, and Raven circled around and flew inverted for a bit, I guess to look for the TBFs. Cool. I was on his wing, so I inverted as well, and stayed there until my oil pressure started dropping. I got a message over the text buffer from someone, ":hehe, mosca". I turned upright and started to type something witty back, like "hehe". I typed, sent, and then looked around. Everyone was gone.
I went to the map; we were out of radar range and all I saw was the green dots in the corner of the sector. In F5 there were no tracking icons. I looked up and around, down and around, turned inverted and looked-- nothing. In F7; nothing. ****. I was lost again. Where'd everyone go? Were the TBFs under attack? Did the squad need MOSCA?
Well, I knew where I should be going. The flight plan called for Mid---->Sho. I headed towards Mid and it looked like everything was under control. I milled around there a while, stayed up high. I chased a Ki, chased an FW and taunted him for running from Mosca.
I finally found Han and Raven, heading for Shoho. I was at about 10k, looking out my right window, wing dipped slightly. They were starting in on the fleet; there were a couple bandits circling the ships beneath them. And a way off in the far corner of my vision were the TBFs.
It was like I was there. I started a shallow dive toward the carriers. As Rave and Han got closer, the flak started blossoming and booming around them. I think they both shot down a bandit; I know the ack got both of them.
The TBFs got closer. I wheeled over and armed my bombs. I picked out a carrier; it was probably the wrong one, but I didn't know which one was the right one so it didn't matter. I put the X on the deck and released the bombs; a direct hit! I levelled out at high speed and took a small ping from the flak; then I was clear. I traded speed for alt, and turned back toward the target at maybe 7 of 8 k.
There were the TBFs, approaching the carriers. They were a bunch of small dots in a wide vee. And I was absolutely transfixed. I was totally and completely absorbed in the moment. I read the text buffer; the chatter seemed like I was hearing it through a headset. The drone of my engine was real. The wind from around the canopy surrounded me. I watched in awe as the tiny, defenseless Avengers approached the fleet.
A red icon appeared over the carriers. An F4U! Those Avengers were sitting ducks! If the Corsair didn't cut them all down, at least he would disrupt their torpedo run and scatter them, giving other Bz time to raise a coordinated defense. I was the only fighter around. It was Mosca or nothing.
Again I wheeled over. I don't think the F4U saw me. He was making a big boomerang turn to the southwest, like he was going to attack the TBF wing from 9 o'clock high. I had him figured, though. I dove in hard. I started firing too soon, and the F4U pulled up sharply. I was powered off, however, and pulled in behind him, just on the edge of greying out. I watched him start to fill the screen and go below my nose, and I pulled the trigger. BOOM!
"***** shot down. A kill has been recorded." Yesssssss!
Again I levelled off and circled around. By now there were more enemies. The flak was booming again.
Somewhere around this time I got shot down, I think by the ack. I re-upped at SSa, mixed it up a little between Mid and Wasp, and started a dogfight somewhere over the ocean that ended with me getting disconnected. I logged off for the night.
But Sunday night I had one of those moments. I got separated from my mates. I found them again as they began the attack we had planned; I watched them get shot down. I saw the bombers lumbering unescorted to their targets. I hit my target, escaped, and then fulfilled my duty to defend my bombers.
And I can see that picture of those Avengers approaching the fleet as if it has been painted on my brain forever.
And that, for me, is what Squad Night is all about.
Tom Brenholts
Mosca
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I have had 2. 1 Flying in AH and one Racing online with Nascar 2002.
I won a Daytona race that was 250 miles. 30 cars if I remember right. I hung around the middle of the pack most of the race. I pitted like clock work and never missed a beat. I passed ONLY when it was really safe and just drafted all I could.
As the race wore on I started getting a lil more agressive. Towards the end I was in a zone. I couldn't miss a mark if I tried and I was drafting perfectly. I got hooked up in 5th place and just hung there until there was 10 laps to go.
As we were closing it down we were racing side by side. Door to dorr. It was intense. Me and another guy got hooked up on the inside while 3 others were drafting on the outside. Door to Door we went the last 7 laps that way. I was in 2nd place with 2 to go. I made a pass thru turn 3 and finished coming out of 4. Going 3 wide into 4 and into the dogleg of Daytona. I help the lead the last lap blocking BOTH lanes and making the car as wide as I could.
I won by less that a 1/2 second. 1 second separted the first 5 cars. It was a great race.
Ive had a couple times in AH when I couldnt miss and couldnt do no worng. They are few and far between. Usually its rinse and repeat. Up die up die up die.
Racing on those Superspeedways in Nascar 2002/3 was a blast. I was never really a front runner in the short tracks but the SS's I was almost unbeatable. I once won 10 poles in a role one night in 20 lap dashes. and won most of those races. Never finishing out of the top 3.
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Doctor told me to increase my fiber and lay off existentialism...
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Nothin ' fancy or profound, just upping a Waco biplane in MS FS 2004 and chugging around Oahu at sunset, wishing I was down there on a surfboard ...
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It was on the Baltic Map a couple of the months ago. I rolled a Yak-U from 43 in defense. I see three cons, "One of these Days - Pink Floyd" was going on Media Player. So I say "F*** it", engage a Niki, Spit, and a Hury. I disposed of the Hurricane, and quickly eliminated an aileron from the Spit. I'm chugging along and splash the Spit. Now I get a ping on the Niki, we tangled for at least 3 minutes. Finally, I dispatched the Niki. I landed the killz just as the song was finishing.
Karaya
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My greatest shining moment in Air Warrior was a single-handed attack on B-82....and I ran into an entire enemy squad who had upped in fighters to help defend B-85. Spits, PJ's, FW's--the works. I did what I had to do--I attacked.
It was me against around 14 or 15 enemies. The sky was red with enemy ICONS and I was completely alone, with minimal altitude advantage ( I was about 2K over the gaggle).
But that was my day. I was like a wolf among sheep....I shot down 10 of them before I ran out of ammunition, and I continued buzzing them and pretending to fight to hold off the others until additional friendly support arrived. I landed without so much as a scratch on my plane and many Bz yelling at me on the radio.
J_A_B
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AWMV..This was the version that didnt allow B17s to turnfight, so I had been testing the limits of the flight model for a while when one night I decided to bomb some obscure field deep in Az Territory.
I got to the field and bombed the hell out of it becoming giddy at the sight of structures going down for *every* one of my bombs. So finally, I'm headed back to the home field and I spot a P51 trying to climb up to me. I decided right then I wasnt going down without a fight. As he closed in within the required 600yds I slammed on the rudder and pulled as tight as I could, all the while keeping my wings level in order to avoid the instant red screen to tower. I could see his tracers fly to the right past my screen. Looking back I could see him stall out, and attempt to gain speed. Each time he would try to gun for me and I would just pull a tight circle with the rudder and buy some more time.
Meanwhile on country channel I was yelling my guts out trying to find somebody that would take time out to save my reckless sortie. Noone answered. Phil9 wasn't too popular. So we continued the game of cat and mouse for atleast 10 mins when finally the guy must have turned away for just a second. In that second I nosed down and dove straight for Cz Land. Eventually, I saw on the map that he was following me but I had a good two minute lead on him so I was in Czland by the time he caught up. Coming up on Satton I believe with him hot in tow, I yelled for anyone to help. To my satisfaction a newbie I had befriended upped and proceeded to lawn dart trying to kill the guy. Thanks anyway lil guy. As I landed on the field the ack came alive tearing the guy up be he persisted and sprayed me down on the runway. Owing to the B17s toughness I barely survived giving me time to type in the end mission code(cant remember what exactly) and was greeted with a score in the 10 thousands in the tower.
Greatest AW moment...ever.
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Maybe not a moment of zen, but one I laughed my arse off about.
Was Ultima online and they had just created "Trammel" ( newbie, puss land) and these Tramel guys where "adventuring" into Fallucia ( sp?)
I created a new character called "One Eyed Pete" and wandered around looking for Trammel dumbchits trying to explore Fallucia.
I came across this guy on the trail north of Britain. He asked very politely: "do you have a moonstone for Trammell?"
I promply killed him as my reply. The thing that made me laugh was just the fact that he saw "you are being attacked by One Eyed Pete!"
Don't know why, but I thought that was funny.
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Originally posted by NUKE
I promply killed him as my reply. The thing that made me laugh was just the fact that he saw "you are being attacked by One Eyed Pete!"
Don't know why, but I thought that was funny.
That's 'cause you are drunk. Stop it.
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Last Sunday in the Warbirds S3. I wasn't flying, but had made the plan and was CO'ing the Allies. Right as the entire LW formed to attack the bomber stream coming in from the North near Dunkirk, 4 squads of Allied fighters hit them from every side and shot down/scattered the entire force, losing only 1 bomber.
And then the Zen moment:
The second bomb group appeared on the LW radar at that moment, inbound for the Southern town of Mont Didier, and there was not a damn thing they could do about it!
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A few years ago, the 352nd FG Assoc. had its reunion in Virginia at the ANG base there. Several of our group were in attendence and the real Bastards were interested in Warbirds and what we were doing. So we had arranged a mini scenario for them.
Members of WB's JG 2 and the 457th BG agreed to help us stage a bomber escort mission over Germany. Guys from those two squads came together to help us show off for the vets. So there we were in our Mustangs, over a formation of B-17G's while the 190's and 109's came at them. I think everyone felt it was a real honor to be able to do that. IIRC, I even got a kill. It was very cool.
Some pics:
Vet's watching on systems the guys brought with them:
(http://www.352ndfightergroup.com/virtual/images/reunion/demo_area.jpg)
At the dinner (I wasn't there, but the older gent is Punchy Powell. RL 352nd pilot and head of the Assoc.)
(http://www.352ndfightergroup.com/virtual/images/reunion/banquet.jpg)