When I first played df I died a lot
And handfuls of bullets in my plane I got
All the tactics I tried to avoid defeat
I flew around mountains & up high but the enemy I'd meet.

After weeks of flying from place to place
I decided to try fighting face to face
Needless to say as I entered the game
My propeller was shot clean off my plane.

So I started to learn from the best in the sky
And took their advice it helped me to fly
I soon realised as the bullets left my gun
That the best way to fly was with lightness and fun.

Joking with pilots enjoying the banter
The gossip the stories and occasional ranter
I died a lot less & killed a lot more
And my plane spent less time on the floor.

The trolls the spammers the world chat crammers
Make no difference to me
As this part of the game when not in a plane
Some df friends on here I will see.


I'm sure some forget that this isn't real life
Especially as I try and explain to my wife
Why I've been shooting at dots for more than an hour
No that didn't work her face was still sour.

It's important !she said ,yes dear it's the next thing ill do
As sneaked back to ctc in blue
After 20 she shouts I'M A DF WIDOW!
Not at all, I reply as I battle the snow.

I've been a pilot a tanker been called a W#@*»R!
But I know it's all in the game
Got muted
And booted
But back for more of the same I came.

Ah well when all is said and done
I still think it's the best game in the world
And the most fun you can have
With a plane (and a beer) and a gun.

So thank you zup you've created an army of addicts
That can't stay away from waking to bed
But it's no problem for me I can take it or leave it
Well that's what my therapist said.

As I limit my play to an hour a day...
Oh yes and a bit before bed
It seems a day can't go by
Without a tank or a plane flying around my head.

My tablets worn out my phones up the spout
As I take off for another flight
Wouldn't change a thing it makes my heart sing
This phenomenal game dogfight!!!