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General Forums => Aces High General Discussion => Topic started by: lefty2 on December 30, 2015, 06:35:28 PM
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i once went 364 kills without a death.
good story....
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lololol BS
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you wanted a story.... you didn't ask for it to be non-fiction..
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i do
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Here's the story of a lovely lady
Who was bringing up three very lovely girls.
All of them had hair of gold, like their mother,
The youngest one in curls.
Here's the story, of a man named Brady,
Who was busy with three boys of his own,
They were four men, living all together,
Yet they were all alone.
Till the one day when the lady met this fellow
And they knew it was much more than a hunch,
That this group must somehow form a family.
That's the way we all became the Brady Bunch.
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Woah Internet double postage
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Once upon a time, Amen.
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There once was a man from nantucket...
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Chapter I.
There I stood at the precipice of ultimate achievement. Before me lay the great nation of Canada.............
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i once went 364 kills without a death.
good story....
Then that would be picks! or perhaps vulches or maybe a combination of the two. lol however it would make a great story!
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Hitler has only got one ball,
Göring has two but very small,
Himmler has something sim'lar,
But poor old Goebbels has no balls at all
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Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air
In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, home to Bel Air'
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo home smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air
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Here's the story of a lovely lady
Who was bringing up three very lovely girls.
All of them had hair of gold, like their mother,
The youngest one in curls.
Here's the story, of a man named Brady,
Who was busy with three boys of his own,
They were four men, living all together,
Yet they were all alone.
Till the one day when the lady met this fellow
And they knew it was much more than a hunch,
That this group must somehow form a family.
That's the way we all became the Brady Bunch.
Here lies the body of Mary Lee
Died at the age of one hundred and three
For fifteen years she kept her virginity
Not a bad record for this vicinity
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I want to know who opposes nominating wizz as one of the leaders in the game. please offer some explanations as to why he shouldnt.
semp
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Was going to tell you about a nekked adventure of Daddkev but it would get me PNG'd
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I shot an arrow in to the air,
It fell to earth, I know no not where,
I care not, I get them wholesale.
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In times of old
When Knights were bold
And toilets yet invented
we dumped our load
beside the road
and walked away contented
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I was bored enough last night to spend 3 hours perfecting an obnoxious Tie fighter engine sound for the black P-51D and proper Tie fighter laser sounds that actually sounded decent as a replacement for the 50 cal sound. When I finally got to fly with it I could barely keep the plane in the air during fights as I was laughing uncontrollably. Insanity is the definition of happiness. :x :x :x
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It was in a restaurant
where they met
Romeo and Juliet
He had no money
to pay the debt
so Rome o'd what Juli et
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I once took a dump in my cat's litter box; he wasn't happy about it.
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anybody here that has not been with my exwife?
semp
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i haven't :bolt:
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dang!! what number you got?
semp
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When I was younger me and my buddy would ride our bike across town to snag home run ball from batting practice for the single A bend rockies baseball team. We would climb the outfield wall and watch from the top then jump down and chase down the home run balls. A group of other kids did the same thing and we all became summertime friends. These were official mlb minor league balls and quite awesome. The owners came up with this idea, probably from seeing us every day, that if anyone turned in a ball they would give a free ticket to a game. We began turning in balls for tickets. We went to every game the rest of that summer for free. At the end of the year we had a hand full of tickets to give to our neighbors. And still have a rubber made tub full of game balls. Oh those were the good old days. :aok
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:headscratch:
anybody here that has not been with my exwife?
semp
:headscratch: I am not sure~! What was her middle name and did she have a tattoo on her right cheek butt?
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:old: There are "old" pilots and there are "bold" pilots, but there are no "old, bold pilots"!
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I have lots! You should come to 149 rooks and we can tell stories all night. Some of my favorites are below.
1. Drove six hours and took a Vbase to keep down a HQ for 16 hours. We've done this a few times.
2. Jumped in a 37mm when J0ker was vulching a field. J0ker was in his -4 perked corsair. At 3.5k I took off his tail. He was HOT! :mad:
3. Upped a 262 and chased some b29s that were descending. He smoked my engines, And PW me. I made it two sectors and landed dead stick(No power), BLACKED OUT, AND being strafed by a gosh dang 262! Completely unbelievable. I have to find the film but I have like 800 films and I'll probably never find it.
4. I know it sounds stupid but I love just messing around and doing stupid crap with my squad mates. What makes this game so good is having a great squad that you can have a great time with, A group of guys who generally think alike, Just want to have fun, And will die for you. I can't tell you how many times a squadmate called for a clear and someone who was dragging and needed a clear himself has cleared them, And paid the ultimate price for it. I strongly believe the 49ThFG is the best squad in the game. Sure we're not the best dogfighters, or whatever, only because we don't only fly fighters, We do literally everything this game has to offer. Because of that we are the best at having fun, and we are generally successful.
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Here lies the body of Mary Lee
Died at the age of one hundred and three
For fifteen years she kept her virginity
Not a bad record for this vicinity
Are u Quint from the movie Jaws?
O.
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Two pretzels walked into the street. One of them got mugged. He was a salted.
True story.
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She offered her honor, he honored her offer, and all through the night it was honor and offer.
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Back in 1986 my father, Col. Ted Masters was shot down over a radicalized middle eastern state and was held captive. The US military did not want execute rescue mission, so I had in to take matters into my own hands.
With the help of my teenage friends and veteran fighter pilot Chappie Sinclair, we managed to hack government computers, steal classified maps, and also commandeer two F16's! Chappie trained me well. Man i used to drive him nuts when I would play my rock n roll music from my walkman over the vox!
Anyhoo, long story short we flew in knocking plane after plane out of the sky and blew the hell out of town of Derka Derka and Bakka Lakka Dakka air force base. Lit up the runway with an experimental Hades rocket, forcing them no choice but to release my father.
Sure nowadays I drink cheap booze and play Aces High, but once I was an Iron Eagle! :x
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Back in 1986 my father, Col. Ted Masters was shot down over a radicalized middle eastern state and was held captive. The US military did not want execute rescue mission, so I had in to take matters into my own hands.
With the help of my teenage friends and veteran fighter pilot Chappie Sinclair, we managed to hack government computers, steal classified maps, and also commandeer two F16's! Chappie trained me well. Man i used to drive him nuts when I would play my rock n roll music from my walkman over the vox!
Anyhoo, long story short we flew in knocking plane after plane out of the sky and blew the hell out of town of Derka Derka and Bakka Lakka Dakka air force base. Lit up the runway with an experimental Hades rocket, forcing them no choice but to release my father.
Sure nowadays I drink cheap booze and play Aces High, but once I was an Iron Eagle! :x
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Agreed. IRON EAGLE is the most underrated 80s flick of all time. A classic. Vipers in their prime and on the ascendancy. Can't help but love it.
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I once had a girl,
or should I say she once had me...
btw talking about silat, where the f is she?
semp
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When at camp awana, I was in charge of the "archery shack".
On the last day, a bunch of us got together and shot all the damaged arrows.
One guy decided we were wusses for not shooting a clearly very bent arrow and pulled back on a 55 pound shakesphere recurve bow all the way before he let it fly.
It did a complete loop and came back to bounce off his calf and leave big hole.
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Back in 1986 my father, Col. Ted Masters was shot down over a radicalized middle eastern state and was held captive. The US military did not want execute rescue mission, so I had in to take matters into my own hands.
With the help of my teenage friends and veteran fighter pilot Chappie Sinclair, we managed to hack government computers, steal classified maps, and also commandeer two F16's! Chappie trained me well. Man i used to drive him nuts when I would play my rock n roll music from my walkman over the vox!
Anyhoo, long story short we flew in knocking plane after plane out of the sky and blew the hell out of town of Derka Derka and Bakka Lakka Dakka air force base. Lit up the runway with an experimental Hades rocket, forcing them no choice but to release my father.
Sure nowadays I drink cheap booze and play Aces High, but once I was an Iron Eagle! :x
I saw the documentary. :cheers:
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Agreed. IRON EAGLE is the most underrated 80s flick of all time. A classic. Vipers in their prime and on the ascendancy. Can't help but love it.
Best part is that the only thing that were able to take down a F-16 was the good ol' Bofors 40mm.
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Best part is that the only thing that were able to take down a F-16 was the good ol' Bofors 40mm.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
"Climb! Climb!"
Sounds a lot like AH.
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Once upon a time, there was a Princess, and a Prince.
They got married and lived happily ever after, even though they were cousins.
Then they died and were dead forever.
The end. :aok
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there is a hell of a lot more dead people than alive people.
-george carlin
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Hemingway, or someone like him, famously responded to a challenge to write a six-word novel with something like this: "For Sale: Baby Shoes. Never worn."
So along those lines we located a two-sentence horror story site (I do not pretend authorship). This was my favorite:
"I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, 'Daddy, check for monsters under my bed.' I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, 'Daddy, there's someone on my bed.'"
- oldman
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Graham Chapman: Trouble at mill.
Carol Cleveland: Oh no - what sort of trouble?
Chapman: One on't cross beams gone owt askew on treddle.
Cleveland: Pardon?
Chapman: One on't cross beams gone owt askew on treddle.
Cleveland: I don't understand what you're saying.
Chapman: (slightly irritatedly and with exaggeratedly clear accent) One of the cross beams has gone out askew on the treddle.
Cleveland: Well what on earth does that mean?
Chapman: *I* don't know - Mr Wentworth just told me to come in here and say that there was trouble at the mill, that's all - I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.
(JARRING CHORD)
(The door flies open and Cardinal Ximinez of Spain (Palin) enters, flanked by two junior cardinals. Cardinal Biggles (Jones) has goggles pushed over his forehead. Cardinal Fang (Gilliam) is just Cardinal Fang)
Ximinez: NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition! Our chief weapon is surprise...surprise and fear...fear and surprise.... Our two weapons are fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency.... Our *three* weapons are fear, and surprise, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope.... Our *four*...no... *Amongst* our weapons.... Amongst our weaponry...are such elements as fear, surprise.... I'll come in again. (Exit and exeunt)
Chapman: I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.
(JARRING CHORD)
(The cardinals burst in)
Ximinez: NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition! Amongst our weaponry are such diverse elements as: fear, surprise, ruthless efficiency, an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope, and nice red uniforms - Oh damn! (To Cardinal Biggles) I can't say it - you'll have to say it.
Biggles: What?
Ximinez: You'll have to say the bit about 'Our chief weapons are ...'
Biggles: (rather horrified): I couldn't do that... (Ximinez bundles the cardinals outside again)
Chapman: I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.
(JARRING CHORD)
(The cardinals enter)
Biggles: Er.... Nobody...um....
Ximinez: Expects...
Biggles: Expects... Nobody expects the...um...the Spanish...um...
Ximinez: Inquisition.
Biggles: I know, I know! Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition. In fact, those who do expect -
Ximinez: Our chief weapons are...
Biggles: Our chief weapons are...um...er...
Ximinez: Surprise...
Biggles: Surprise and --
Ximinez: Okay, stop. Stop. Stop there - stop there. Stop. Phew! Ah! ...our chief weapons are surprise...blah blah blah. Cardinal, read the charges.
Fang: You are hereby charged that you did on diverse dates commit heresy against the Holy Church. 'My old man said follow the--'
Biggles: That's enough. (To Cleveland) Now, how do you plead?
Cleveland: We're innocent.
Ximinez: Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
(Superimposed caption: 'DIABOLICAL LAUGHTER')
Biggles: We'll soon change your mind about that!
(Superimposed caption: 'DIABOLICAL ACTING')
Ximinez: Fear, surprise, and a most ruthless-- (controls himself with a supreme effort) Ooooh! Now, Cardinal -- the rack!
(Biggles produces a plastic-coated dish-drying rack. Ximinez looks at it and clenches his teeth in an effort not to lose control. He hums heavily to cover his anger)
Ximinez: You....Right! Tie her down.
(Fang and Biggles make a pathetic attempt to tie her on to the drying rack)
Ximinez: Right! How do you plead?
Cleveland: Innocent.
Ximinez: Ha! Right! Cardinal, give the rack (oh dear) give the rack a turn.
(Biggles stands their awkwardly and shrugs his shoulders)
Biggles: I....
Ximinez: (gritting his teeth) I *know*, I know you can't. I didn't want to say anything. I just wanted to try and ignore your crass mistake.
Biggles: I...
Ximinez: It makes it all seem so stupid.
Biggles: Shall I...?
Ximinez: Oh, go on, just pretend for God's sake. Ha! Ha! Ha!
(Biggles turns an imaginary handle on the side of the dish-rack)
(Cut to them torturing a dear old lady, Marjorie Wilde).
Ximinez: Now, old woman -- you are accused of heresy on three counts -- heresy by thought, heresy by word, heresy by deed, and heresy by action -- *four* counts. Do you confess?
Wilde: I don't understand what I'm accused of.
Ximinez: Ha! Then we shall make you understand! Biggles! Fetch...THE CUSHIONS! (JARRING CHORD)
(Biggles holds out two ordinary modern household cushions)
Biggles: Here they are, lord.
Ximinez: Now, old lady -- you have one last chance. Confess the heinous sin of heresy, reject the works of the ungodly -- *two* last chances. And you shall be free -- *three* last chances. You have three last chances, the nature of which I have divulged in my previous utterance.
Wilde: I don't know what you're talking about.
Ximinez: Right! If that's the way you want it -- Cardinal! Poke her with the soft cushions!
(Biggles carries out this rather pathetic torture)
Ximinez: Confess! Confess! Confess!
Biggles: It doesn't seem to be hurting her, lord.
Ximinez: Have you got all the stuffing up one end?
Biggles: Yes, lord.
Ximinez (angrily hurling away the cushions): Hm! She is made of harder stuff! Cardinal Fang! Fetch...THE COMFY CHAIR!
(JARRING CHORD)
(Zoom into Fang's horrified face)
Fang (terrified): The Comfy Chair?
(Biggles pushes in a comfy chair -- a really plush one)
Ximinez: So you think you are strong because you can survive the soft cushions. Well, we shall see. Biggles! Put her in the Comfy Chair!
(They roughly push her into the Comfy Chair)
Ximinez (with a cruel leer): Now -- you will stay in the Comfy Chair until lunch time, with only a cup of coffee at eleven. (aside, to Biggles) Is that really all it is?
Biggles: Yes, lord.
Ximinez: I see. I suppose we make it worse by shouting a lot, do we? Confess, woman. Confess! Confess! Confess! Confess!
Biggles: I confess!
Ximinez: Not you!
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Call a girl beautiful 1000 times and she won't notice.
Call her fat once and she will never forget.
That's because elephants never forget. :bolt:
Coogan
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My daddy owns the lake
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There once was a girl from Anheuser who said no man had used her, but Oly found a Schlitz in her pants and now she is sad Budweiser.
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It was a dark and stormy night. There was evil afoot and there was a feeling in the air that this was going to be a special night. One to remember. One to savour. A night like no other. A night that would become the stuff of folklore and legend. This was to be “His Night”.
We were coming under heavy fire and an attack was under way. The darbar was thick and red, like a hookers lips who had spent a little too much time at the Maybelline counter using the free samples before she started her shift. Our fields were flashing one after the other. The Rookland map appeared as though a house siege with patrol cars flashing red. Danger was imminent. Real and palpable.
Most players checked their kill/death ratio and decided against entering the fray. There was score, rank and perceived prestige at stake. So they quickly took up GV’s so they could waste time accumulating kills and become, tank legends. They didn’t care that the game was called Aces High which has no relevance to GV’s at all. Much better to live in a cartoon tank than die in a cartoon plane.
Country channel pleaded for someone, anyone to halt the slaughter. It is said “cometh the hour, cometh the Man” and after 400 hours logged in a Jeep at the edge of the map the One answered the call. No-one had heard him speak or do anything for that matter, but he cashed in his perks and took up a lone 262 to the battlefield.
He cut through the enemy like a woman cuts through logic. His jet engines roared like a bulimic in a bathroom throwing up a Big Mac. His aggression made John Wayne look like Mother Theresa. Tracers flew more frequently than accusations of cowardice in a cartoon flying game. Racking up kill after kill after kill. Union Carbide in India complained about his lack of Humanity.
200 rang with claim and counterclaim. Pilots had their tailplanes shot off and still complained about HOing. The mods extended their ban parameters to any 2 letter word typed. How dare anyone type anything! How dare players have an opinion!
When the One landed with 200 kills (it used to be 500, but because of some reverse miracle certainly not associated with people running from fights to ack the numbers shrank) a collective gasp was heard. He had used his 4,000,000 hours online doing nothing but had gathered skills and abilities that had no peer.
And CYBRO attained the status of legend.
Oh! Did the story have to be true?
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There once was a man from nantucket...
....who always kept his donut in a bucket.......
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Hickery, dickery, doc
Three mice ran up the clock
The clock struck one, and the other two got away with minor injuries.
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Once there was an island with a mountain at one end. The island was inhabited by people called Trids. On top of the mountain lived a giant. Every day the Trids would climb the mountain only to kicked down the mountain by the giant. One day a Rabbi came to the island and the story of the giant kicking the Trids off the mountain was told to the Rabbi. He said he would climb the mountain with the Trids and so they started up. As usual, the giant started kicking the Trids, but did not kick the Rabbi. The Rabbi ask the giant why he did not kick him off the mountain, The giant replied. "Silly Rabbi, kicks are for Trids".
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Hemingway, or someone like him, famously responded to a challenge to write a six-word novel with something like this: "For Sale: Baby Shoes. Never worn."
So along those lines we located a two-sentence horror story site (I do not pretend authorship). This was my favorite:
"I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, 'Daddy, check for monsters under my bed.' I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, 'Daddy, there's someone on my bed.'"
- oldman
haha... THAT is GOOD!
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This is how my wife sees me playing Aces High..from 2009...
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Last night while I was flying, my wife came over to see what the commotion was about - the screen was looking like I was flying through a black fog bank with loud sounds of flak impacts and the odd crash of something breaking. We had an interesting conversation that sounded like a Gilmore Girls episode.
"What's all those black little clouds?" she asked
"Black death - flak"
"You know, that plane was probably flown by 19-20 year olds who were scared out of their wits."
"Japs"
"Fine, Japanese boys. Is the terror any different?"
"It's all about immersion"
I hopped into the bomb site to re-calibrate before my drop.
"What's this?"
"bombsite" (calibrating)
"are those the carriers?"
"Yep" At this point, my lead bomber explodes (it must of been on fire) and I'm suddenly in the next plane. You can see my former lead plane exploding with wing parts and other debris raining on the other planes in formation with loud bangs from the impacts.
"Did you just blow up?"
"My lead bomber did" - back into the bombsight.. Background is just crazy as the plane is being shaken like a toddler with a bug in a jar. I'm trying to calibrate but I just can't get a view because of the flak. I decide to change tactics and hop back into the pilot seat.
"Why are you diving?"
"Change of plans."
"Are you commiewazine..um... what do you call it?"
"Kamikaze - maybe. I can't get a clear shot to calibrate my bombsite. So we're now dive bombing."
Now all the ships in the CV group have opened up their lazer cannons on me, suddently, my right bomber explodes, in the message bar, states 1Duke1 shot me down for the 'second' time. Ruh roh - dukie's in the 5 inch. The first was no flak death. I should of been paying closer attention to the message bar
"Crap"
"What?"
"Dukes in the 5 inch."
"Who?"
"Duke" - I hear a loud smack from another 5" impact and switch to external view with the typical parts flying off sound
"your plane is missing part of your tail"
"I know" another smack and I bring up the damage list
"a lof of your systems are red. Is that bad?"
"Yes"
"Is this a now a Kamakzie dive?"
"Yes"
"Are those young boys in your plane going to die?"
"What?" - now I'm in a full fledged non-stop dive. I can hear the wings creaking.
"You know, the japanese boys flying your bomber? Oh, there goes a wing"
"I know"
"You're plane is falling apart"
"I know" - another smack from the 5".
"your plane is on fire"
"I know" - I'm off target and I know that I'm never going to hit with around 1500 feet left. I decide to eject
"Did you get thrown out of your plane?"
"No, I ejected"
"Like that?"
"Like that."
"Wow, that ship is big."
"Its an aircraft carrier."
"The one you were trying to bomb?"
"The one"
"So what do you do now?"
"Swim for home." - I land in the water
"You're funny. This game is boring. Oh look, is the carrier going to run you over?"
"Yep"
"I'm off to read a book. Enjoy the carrier being imprinted on your forehead"
Isn't this game AWESOME when our better half's nag us while we play? :x
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What's the recipe of a good story? Social class intercourse, big emotions, dramatic turns and a hint of religiousness? Like this:
Oh Lord, sighed the Senator's wife, after all these years I'm finally pregnant but I can't tell if the father is the gardener or the mailman, let alone my beloved husband...
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I had been road racing motorcycles a couple of years when I decided that to continue winning I would have to up my game because the competition was getting better.
I grabbed the rule book and studied it. Not read it, studied it.
I found this : The race is considered started at the first movement of the Starter's arm that is throwing the flag.
The next time at the track there were a few races to run before they got to the one I was in. I went out to the Starters's box so I could get a view of the start standing nearly next to the guy gridded in row one place one and studied the starter.
My race is up so I take my warm up lap and grid in row 1 place 1, (because that's how we did it, I was leading the series so I got first choice). The green flag is thrown and I'm 4 bike lengths away before anyone else even moves. I race 4 more times that day. 4 more lead position starts going into turn one. 4 more wins.
A month later we are back at the track, first race I am in, nail the start leave everyone else sitting and win the race.
I am protested by a consortium of my fellow races for jumping the start. They are not happy and they do not understand why I haven't been black flagged for jumping the start. They have filmed it. The film clearly shows me going away first, easily a half second before anyone else. The film is reviewed by the race officials, track workers are interviewed and voice their opinion and I'm called into the office.
They roll the film and we watch. The race director says, "Rick, your starts are too perfect and maybe you are just a bit too early. It's close but we think you are jumping the start. Can you explain yourself?"
I reply, "Roll the film again.....you see how the starter moves his elbow before he moves the flag? That's when I go, as soon as that elbow twitches". I pull out the rule book and show them the "The race is considered started at the first movement.....". The race director has this huge grin on his face. I tell him, "I've been forthcoming and honest with you Randy and I would appreciate if you would not give my secret up. I know that may be difficult." He grinned even bigger, "Oh no, there is no way that I would let your technique out, I can not wait for the whines about this."
I kept that secret for 10 more years. I finally told my best friend who had been racing with me as a teammate for a long time. I only told him because he raced in different classes than I.
I won over 100 races before I retired. Without that edge I would have won less. Even if you are a "fast guy", getting a poor start means you have to get around slower guys before the fast guys get to far away to catch and pass.
My rivals were always convinced that the race officials played favorites.
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Do we all know the story of why we don't feed Sudz carpaccio?
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Do we all know the story of why we don't feed Sudz carpaccio?
Most know the carpaccio = raw beef...
Very few know the dark underlying story of how Sudz bit it directly off a live cow :old:
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This is how my wife sees me playing Aces High..from 2009...
I laughed tears... :rofl
Coogan
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fork, good story. zoney u 2. three up, nice sentence "He cut through the enemy like a woman cuts through logic.". :salute
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Most know the carpaccio = raw beef...
Very few know the dark underlying story of how Sudz bit it directly off a live cow :old:
I would rather hear it directly from the cow's mouth. but since she's not around anymore, how about somebody from the inside? and by inside I mean from the office.
semp
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I would rather hear it directly from the cow's mouth. but since she's not around anymore, how about somebody from the inside? and by inside I mean from the office.
semp
"I can get a good look at a steak by sticking my head up a bull's arse, but I'd rather take the butcher's word for it"
- Chris Farley
Tommy Boy
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"He died in an F-4. November 5th...1965..."
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Ok ... and it goes like this
Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed
A poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed,
And then one day he was shootin at some food,
And up through the ground came a bubblin crude.
Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea.
Well the first thing you know ol Jed's a millionaire,
Kinfolk said "Jed move away from there"
Said "Californy is the place you ought to be"
So they loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly
Hills, that is. Swimmin pools, movie stars.
Well now its time to say good bye to Jed and all his kin.
And they would like to thank you folks fer kindly droppin in.
You're all invited back a gain to this locality
To have a heapin helpin of their hospitality
Hillybilly that is. Set a spell, Take your shoes off.
Y'all come back now, y'hear?. :old: :aok
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"He died in an F-4. November 5th...1965..."
"Disappeared" rather.