I set 2 goals for myself as a raw noob on January 5th, 2015---I was going to make MORAF and be in top 100 in World Rank. It seemed a crazy dream, I was ranked that day around 260,000, and EVERYONE killed me---repeatedly! MORAFS and upper level players yelled at me to "Shoot blue!" and "Wrong way!" and "Don't drop, this is a BOMBING game, you idiot!". I died and died and learned...soooo slowly. I comforted my badly bruised ego by dreaming of the next plane I would get and how to best upgrade it, but it was never fast enough, or powerful enough to stop me from dying over and over again in every possible way. I came to hate chutes and tanks and grit my teeth every time I had to be in either one. "God help me!", I silently screamed as the bullets tore into me from what seemed like every angle without let-up...does any of this sound familiar? Betcha it does, 'cause we all go through it. We get twitchy, and jump when someone comes up behind us in real life, our hands shake as we pour the coffee, mentally readying ourselves for that first game, hoping it will be easy for a change. We get hollow-eyed with exhaustion and skip meals just to play what everybody else calls "that stupid game". But they don't understand, do they? It's the greatest game like this ever invented 'cause it's really about US, the people behind the screen, behind the texts hurriedly dashed off between moments of life and death. And it's wonderful.
So, tonight, I reached my last goal set as a noob, I am now the proud holder of WR #100, and, by God, it feels good. Thank you to Zup, the Magnificent , for creating and maintaining this Dogfight world, and thank you to the many friends I've made along the way. Your encouragement and often undeserved praise are what kept me going, and I am deeply grateful to you all. You are my family in the sky, and I wanted you all to know that I am unabashedly happy tonight. I hope each of you have had moment like this one or, if you haven't yet, that you will. Thank you, and Amen!