[M] Mike cann wrote:
Couple highlights. Fist game, we lost...we were the underdogs, fighting with just a couple blues. But we gave it a good fight. The second game, I broke 100. I couldn't stay..bed time. But, again, blues for much of the game were underdogs. A few blues came and went, including people like Big Stik. Bstra (not sure his entire name) came in and stayed. At a point and for about 20-30 min, I was the only blue fighting longrifle, gotcha, and badboie. Badboie had me pinned on the runway. I found I had to keep the breaks on, wait for a plane to get near the hill, gas it, pop the breaks and shoot them. Worked a few times until I called badboie out and asked if he was camping. He finally hightailed it back to his base and I was able to fly. What a game..only had two red hangers left and I think either 4 or 6 of ours. I'd like to have finished it..no telling how many more kills I could have notched in the side of my plane. But, it was a good one!
It was a good one. After you left, Yakuza had to call it a night soon after, and the tide turned back our way. Strachan was either having problems or getting frustrated, as his texts turned to gibberish. There were a couple close calls both ways, and then Gotchya said last run, and I agreed as it was late. Strachan left, not sure if quitbug or not, but Chuck knew he was in for it three on one. He got the other two and I got through to bomb one of two hangars in the seven ten split, then I turned and looked for help, but he had shot one in the chute. The other tanked and he went after it, I smoked him a couple times in a firing pass and a few more as he ignored me trying to get the tank. Whoever was in the tank was firing over the hill and I'm texting (actually yelling at the house) "GO GO GO!" and hoping I don't run out of ammo, trying to fire controlled burst and be cool enough to let Chuck off the deck as he played square all game. The tank (couldn't tell who in the fray) rolled forward and finally took the shot point blank for the win. I ended around 100, and everyone else had some big numbers too. I counted six morafs against us at one time or other in the game, and was happy to end up over .500, with a boat load of zebra points. Good game Mike; you were lethal and played it square, and held the line even when down three one. I got to the point where if I tagged your plane I would just turn and run from the chute rifle fire that followed. I reversed a MOM trick (thanks to Davy Crockett for the psychology lesson) on Strachan and called him out for sneaking, and after that we just flew at each other guns blazing, and I could almost imagine him gritting his teeth trying to get me in the cross hair.
Well played, sir, well played. Salute.