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General Forums => Aces High General Discussion => Topic started by: poopster on February 15, 2003, 04:25:23 PM
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..a guy was just toodling along, playing with the knobs, cleaning his goggles and making sure his scarf was just "so"
In his own little world on climbout, looking forward to the battle that lay before him..
A knight going forth into battle..
A hero for his country, with visions of conquests that lay before him..
Straightening the cockpit up with the idle time. Cleaning the glass on all the clocks on the dash..
Trimming up the ride for hands off toodling and poppin a cold one..
Gonna whup some booty on this sortie..
And you dropped in from above and saw before your very eyes just how many pieces you could blow his plane into ??
There was NOTHIN better than a sleeper...
Ah progress...
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Originally posted by poopster
There was NOTHIN better than a sleeper...
Ah progress...
Just had a beautiful one of those. High 51, the scourge of a furball. Fortunately, my Dora was co-alt with him. Must've been scoping the furball below for juicy targets, cause he never saw me coming. 2k, 1k, 800... does he see me? 600, 500, 400... FIRE!
and then, in a most satisfying fashion, BOOOM!
ahh. better than a good pee.
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Bad form Tarmac. The proper procedure in that situation would have been to tear off his wing and then follow him down, circling his plummeting flaming wreckage like a vulture. Then, if you're lucky, you'll see that plane disappear and a helpless little fellow pop out with TNT in his pockets. Then the real killing can begin! :D
SOB