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General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: AWMac on May 16, 2007, 05:50:06 AM
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In the old days of AW there was a PileIt who told the most amazing stories.
Great stories that would capture your attention and end in a humoriously twisted scene... watermelon that would make one fall from the chair, gasping for air, tears rolling down the cheeks in uncontrollable laughter.
I can remember one story about how high he was flying and he was summoned by GOD. So he stepped from the plane and walked amongst the clouds. Talking with GOD. On and On.. Got to the point he was almost being told the key to life and GOD ripped the cloud out from under him...I wet my leg that time.
Man I haven't laffed that hard since then. This guy had talent. He had several stories.
I miss watermelon like that. Do any of you Ol AirWarriors know who I'm talking about? I think he was C Country. But my escapes memory me....
Mac
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Terry Naughton aka Scavenger....good guy.
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Originally posted by Rino
Terry Naughton aka Scavenger....good guy.
YES!!!!
Is there a place where his stories are kept? Man he had talent!!!
Thanx Rino
:aok
Mac
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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 knowledge guarded by a Roman Centurion. Rows of writings and diagrams by the aces of history. Boxes of sound files, views, hand-crafted 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: ...................Dok, ...........Why?.....
Because, my son.......................
You...people down there..... piss... me... off.
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