Originally posted by Treize69
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Originally posted by Treize69
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Originally posted by Treize69
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Originally posted by LYNX
Gritting my teeth, expanding veins in my face as I poor on the coal squeezing tighter and tighter with increasing voraciousness. Watching the youths expressions. Analyzing each contortion in his face. Peering into his eyes watching his soul scream. Bubbles of mucus and snot exploding from his nose as I finally block his wind pipe. His chest frantically beating searching for air, eyes bulging and his hands weakening.
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Tell us more about the bulging eyes and snot bubbles uncle LYNX.......come on please! We'll be good, promise! Please please...............
Originally posted by yanksfanQuoteOriginally posted by LYNX
Gritting my teeth, expanding veins in my face as I poor on the coal squeezing tighter and tighter with increasing voraciousness. Watching the youths expressions. Analyzing each contortion in his face. Peering into his eyes watching his soul scream. Bubbles of mucus and snot exploding from his nose as I finally block his wind pipe. His chest frantically beating searching for air, eyes bulging and his hands weakening.
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Tell us more about the bulging eyes and snot bubbles uncle LYNX.......come on please! We'll be good, promise! Please please............... [/B]
:rofl :lol
Originally posted by tedrbr
LYNX, you aren't by chance applying for a security clearance, or a job where you carry firearms, are you?
Originally posted by nirvana
It's a country that the rooks reset some time, not a certain person. He makes that country into a teenager that gloats all the time but is weak and powerless, and that he (and fellow rooks) crushed.
It was an amusing read.
Originally posted by tedrbr
LYNX, you aren't by chance applying for a security clearance, or a job where you carry firearms, are you?
Originally posted by LYNX
Will I name this person.....not a chance. To do so would blunt the edges of my sword and invoke a flame lock. It seems I'm killing more birds with one stone. I'm mildly amused. It would be interesting if any more "gloaty youths" names appear. The net has been cast and I'm catching more than one fish.... "muhahaha":t
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I love it, this is one of the funniest threads i have read in a long time.Lynx put into words what most players on the upper end of the being on the planit scale have thought at least a time or two.
I can't wait for the film to come out,it will be the box office smash of the summer!
Originally posted by thndregg
In the voice of the character Bull Shannon (Richard Moll from "Night Court")...
"Oookay?!":huh
Originally posted by Husky01
That was slightly INteresting to read.
Originally posted by yanksfan
Tell us more about the bulging eyes and snot bubbles uncle LYNX.......come on please! We'll be good, promise! Please please............... [/B]
Orininanally posted by Hamfist
I believe that this thread contains, by far, the most impressively hooking story I have ever had the pleasure of reading.
Please write a sequal.[/B]Quote
ok but it's a prequal
The postal :rofl van crewses slowly along the street tires lightly hissing on the ash felt. The occupant with long hermit like unkempt hair and greying beard fixes a gaze on the gloaty youths house as he goes by. The van stops a hundred yards on, silent, paused. Inconspicuous in it's shabby daily appearance.
There's a one way chance for the youth now. His soul, his fortitude is about to be tested. He'll have to soon rely on his mental and physical agility. One silly cocky mistake, one incredulous out burst, one pause could see him reset to the ether of eternity. Will the youth fight with skill and cunning. Will it just be a blithering frantic suicide run. The game is on.
The van clunks into reverse gear and slowly almost silently reverses along the street up the incline and stops 10 ft from the front door. This demon this slayer opens the back door of the postal van revealing the bound, gagged, crumpled unconscious heap of the genuine occupant. Steping inside I type on the aging battered note book and hit enter 5 times.
LYNX:200: I'M OUT BACK
LYNX:200: I'M OUT BACK
LYNX:200: I'M OUT BACK
LYNX:200: I'M OUT BACK
LYNX:200: I'M OUT BACK
Everyone in aces high arena notices with the usual replies of "caps lock" and so on but I'm swift on my heels ignoring everything else. Removing the postie's cell phone I dial in the youths number, thumb paused on the "call" button as I make my way and arrive at the rear of the house. Taking 30 seconds to notice every detail of the garden, furnishing, colours. I press the call button and with a grin I raise the phone to my ear.
The phone rings a long time expectantly. Standing off to one side I look for movement but there is none. The phone is finally answered with an impatient sharp tone,..... "Hello". His game has been disturbed but mine has already begun. I reply with a clear steady determined voice "I'm out back" and abruptly cut the phone off. Sure enough movement is seen in the house as I melt swiftly into the side wall. The youth peers out back but I'm out of view in the shade of the house. The youth still holding the dead line open can't believe it's real. Someones having a joke. He relives the call through his mind acknowledging the British accent. Dismissing arrogantly the call as a joke. After all who would fly 5,000 miles? Only a complete nutter. The first shadows of doubt uncurl within as he returns to the game.
LYNX:200:I'M OUT BACK gloaty little youth
LYNX:200:I'M OUT BACK gloaty little youth
LYNX:200:I'M OUT BACK gloaty little youth
LYNX:200:I'M OUT BACK gloaty little youth
LYNX:200:I'M OUT BACK gloaty little youth
LYNX:200:I'M OUT BACK gloaty little youth
The text buffer is flooded he can't believe it. Reaching for the keys he's suddenly startled by the phone making his heart jump. The tone piercing in his ears his breath quickens. Slowly, silently he puts the receiver to his ear. "I'M OUT BACK gloaty little youth". His enraged outburst follows. Cursing, screaming profanity his body starting to shake in vile temper. Froth appearing on the corner of his lips with each stammering almost incoherent sentence but his cockiness prevails. He has to have the last word and his next maneuver is to call my bluff. With that I take a calm 30 secondly to describe every detail of the back of his house. He goes silent as it dawns on him that I really must be out back. His rage turns to fear his hands tremble as the phone chatters uncontrollable against his ear. I shout into the phone "I'M COMING IN" and playfully almost lyrically say "muhahaha". Then bang twice loudly, methodically on the walls of the house. This'll get him going I chuckle to myself.
I hear the youths phone clunk on the floor in my receiver. Taking 2 steps to the side of the front door I hear the commotion within. Someone panicking pushing furniture aside in their wake. The smash of ornate furnishing, banging of doors as they open and shut with lightening speed. This is the moment. The commotion becomes louder as the youth rushes for his escape. Beyond the last door is the world, his help, his neighbors, cops, salvation and ......me.
Stumbling ungainly through the front door into his sanctuary it's of no effort to grasp the youth by his collar and waist and by his own momentum through him head long into the back of the waiting postal van. Leaping on his chest pinning him squarley to the floor. Taking time to notice the beads of sweat, disheveled hair and best of all, inhaling the stench of fear. The body beneath me struggles violently but it's not the bucking bronco you would expect from a full grown man. I fix a gaz with the youth and whisper " muhahaha" as I raise both hands and lunge.
.............OK kids time for bed. Up the wooded hill you go and remember kids........be nice.............. "muhahaha"
:t all in good fun by popular demand. Ever wonder why British actors get type cast in hollywood movies.?
Dring dring click "Hello Heathrow British Airways bookings. Heather speaking. How can I help you"........
Originally posted by B@tfinkV
one of the kids you mentioned there, who used to be called 'catfish6', is indeed a bit arrogant at times. but to be fair i like him and enjoy fighting with or against him.
lets be honest lynx, most of this problem for you comes from the fact that you have been playing the game for way over 5 years and you are being owned by kids who only played a year or two.
maybe you should stop wasting your time, and come along to the DA with one or two of these youths. maybe you will learn something.
there is a hell of alot you do not know about ACMs, i know this from fighting your hurricane and winning in a plane that should not win that fight.
IF.... you want to learn, give me a shout.
IF... you just want to moan and make comedy out of the situation.....no problem, its fun to read.
all respect intended,
bat.
Originally posted by LYNX
Oh, Batty how disappointing..........your off the map mate. You get out of bed the wrong side today? Not enough lunch time to follow the ethos as you did with your first response? Just being a knight in shinning key boards?
What ever it is BatfinkV your wrong. I think your second sentence speaks more of yourself than I, if we're "being honest".:rolleyes: Your making assumption as to why this thread was indeed started and your making assumptions as in the fourth sentence, as to why you got to shoot me down twice I'll add, over furball Island the other week. I'm happy for you to assume away on the second count but not the first. The thread title is "gloaty little youth" not gloaty little youth shot lynx down. You may, if you want to bother, reflect on that.
You may also reflect on the names used in my last post. Names put forward by others through out this thread, if you bother to read all. Now why would that be.....genius?
Ok. as a largely uneducated and dyslexic person I haven't writing a story since I was at school some blahdeblah years ago. Being ill and off work I fear the devil has made work for idle hands.However, some have found it amusing and granted, my vanity has been primed, for the prequel above. It's all in fun Bat.....Lets get a bit Sandy Shaw here mate and keep um peeled!;)
With equal respect intended.
Originally posted by Bruv119
Wow !
Bat For someone who likes to appear helpful you sure have a lot of hate pent up.
hardly, and look closer, im trying to help you. I do not like to 'appear' anything. I either am something or i aint. I think I am helpfull.
I can recall times where I have shot you down fair and square and times where you have done the same to me.
no, i dont think thats true, not at all. The truth is Bruv, you have shot me down when you had the advantage, and I have shot you down when you had the advantage.
Calling out guys like Lynx or myself to visit you in the DA is something Skyrock has grown out of so for you to do it is just silly. That was the reason for the wink.
I'm not 'calling you out' ya dumbarse. Im offering to help. twist it as much as you want.
If I were you I wouldnt be too sure on the results either.
Originally posted by Bruv119
How do you find it in slow speed turns against more manouvreable planes FX1?
When i fly it yes its a superb plane just doesnt seem as smooth in the slow turns as my 9.
Originally posted by B@tfinkV
Bruv: great, lets do it. I'm even happy that we duel in your chosen plane, spit9. Let me ask you a question...
Have you ever fought me when i started with the altitude advantage?
Lynx: All i offered was an explanation for your frustrations, that was prompted by your attack on one of my friends. Let me ask you a question...
Are you far too proud to admit that you could definitely benifit from some practice and ACM work?
Skyrock:
when i get beat i dont make excuses.
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I have never claimed to be the best or close to it.
One thing i do know is that i need as much help and practice as i can get, all the time. just go ask anyone who duels me on a regular basis if they think im arrogant of my abilities.
all this started because your little piss take of a couple of children got turned round on you (lynx) and the truth of the matter is that i struck home with an acurate observation, why else would you jump up and down so avidly in your own defence.
now im sorry if what i said hit too close to home, but my offer still remains, and in the first instance it was intended with total honesty, i really meant it.
see yous up.
edit:
hey Bruv, i just found this in another thread....
very interesting... ;)
Originally posted by B@tfinkV
oh lynx, you really are funny, when i PMed you from the lobby, i just wish you had come and spent 30 mins but you refused. im sorry for interupting your game.
your story, is wonderfully amusing, so infact I was being honourable to you, and not only that but turn fighting a ho-iccane 2C on the deck with my la7.
you freely admit to frustrations, everyone gets them.
I would love to fight you one on one in without the mess of MA, and i think we could both learn something.
both you and Bruv, i dont have a problem what or how you fly, but if you cant listen to my opinion without taking it so damn personaly i will refrain from offering it.
being good at this game means so very little its just a shame so many people refuse to fight duels all the time, Its not like anyone is asking you to never fly anything but DA ever again. youre all missing out on part of what you pay for.
Originally posted by hubsonfire
What is the core issue here?
Originally posted by LYNX
I would like to say something kind of witty to a certain youth. A some what self obsessed youth that likes to gloat or ridicule. A teenager that, like most teenagers, thinks he knows it all.
However I'm disturbingly haunted by an image of my hands locked around his throat. Pressing the only aspect of his masculinity, his Adams apple, ever further into his wind pipe. Feeling his terrified hands tugging relentlessly on my wrists, unbelieving, shocked.
Gritting my teeth, expanding veins in my face as I poor on the coal squeezing tighter and tighter with increasing voraciousness. Watching the youths expressions. Analyzing each contortion in his face. Peering into his eyes watching his soul scream. Bubbles of mucus and snot exploding from his nose as I finally block his wind pipe. His chest frantically beating searching for air, eyes bulging and his hands weakening.
Eventually smiling through my contorted expression whilst witnessing him gurgling snot, grunting, air diminishing in his blood stream. Gleefully realising his muscles are starting to feel like lead as he claws on my wrists. That once vibrant cocky soul now pleading, hoping, preying from the darkness of his mind but I have the prize in my hands and, that prize "little boy", is....................RESET
Originally posted by Hazzer
Lynx,don't let them get to you.Let it go mate. "Pards before swine" springs to mind.;)
Originally posted by VERTEX
Best part of this thread is Treize's avatar.
Originally posted by SkyRock
SkyRock<----slaps Bat for being too...........SkyRockish!:aok
Here come da lock :D
Didn't way back then, why now?