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General Forums => Aces High General Discussion => Topic started by: Hangtime on January 23, 2002, 08:33:15 AM
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SCENARIO:
The red hordes have swarmed over the borders.. all fields are struggling desperately, the fate of your country depends on the succesful deployment of the weapon..
high above the enemy's front line fields a glint of silver. A lone B29 approaches the target fields... salvation for your nation is at hand, The bomb bay doors grind open... the FatBoy Nuke swings in the gimballs, the enemy below is about to be flash fried monkey-butt furball meat.
Suddenly your tail gunner hollers.. SPITFIRE! You glance at the altimiter... 34,000 ft..
"damn those fediddlein nancy spit dweeb alt monkeys!!" you wail as the wings come off yer last perk B29..
Then you wake up. ;)
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,,,,,,,,,,,,,soaked in sweat;)
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ROFL Hang...........that was a rook field with a certain F4U-1A over it, right? ;)
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.......an enema!!
:)