Four of us lookin for a fight. An hour or so with nuthin but vulch fests or ...nothin.
Then Ribman calls there's somethin happening at blah blah and he sees nothing but blue planes...
Sure enough a CV is off the coast with lots of inbound.
Great fighting, made the night as usual ya dirty bastages.
The strat guys on our side were gently persuaded by lazs, Ouch, Ribman and myself to leave the CV alone with the promise that we wouldn't lose the base.
Rude, Cpig, Toad, Sax and the rest of ya's, fun stuff.
Curly coined the phrase, a good food fight.
...and another night of this map coming through...at the very end.
My compliments to the Knight strat guys for letting the fight stay a fight.
Sax, this killing poop thingy is starting to mess with my karma..