Wigbomb wrote: Red M.O.Ms don't shoot opposing M.O.Ms? How'd I miss that memo? Can I get the M.O.M-dealt kills knocked off my stats? That'd jack my Kill:Dead thingy to about 13:1.
McFate, there's no squad policy about killing or not killing MOMrades. In fact, there's no squad policy. We don't need no stinkin' policies. But I will say that dating back to the earliest days of the squad there have been a select couple-few friends with whom I trundle off to work like Ralph Wolf and Sam Sheepdog punching the clock. "Mornin', Tex." "Mornin, Wig." Dent and I used to fly past each other without a word, it was the not saying of anything that made for half the fun!
Whut?!!!
I knows thet yous all be a sets thar an' plans the d-mize of ever' non M.O.M. an thet ch'all r jus settin an wait'n fer Jo-a-quin to gives ye yer own goshdern server! Thet ways ya-all can fly jus happy as ya pleez bombin' away gettin' all high-n-mighly on yur hangar count. We'll, is all gonna bakfire on use, cuz thars gowin be nuttin but MoMs left. Then yur gonna have t' keel achother.
Uh, Hold on jus-a-second....
.... cough, cough,*
Ahem, excuse me. It's harvest time here on the left coast. This is an interesting area. I'm kind of a local hybred we call the "rippie". It's a local combination of "red-neck" and "hippie". When you combine the two in the right mix it's can be quite pleasant. You either end up with a practical blue collar type with a high IQ or the flat forehead "peace, love and f*** off" kind. You can decide for yourself which applies to me. . I think the Kentucky bourbon I was sipping earlier brought out the redneck side for a bit there. Fortunately I was able to counteract it with some medicinal herbal remedy.
All is back to norml now.
Whew. I'm relieved to know that the great MoMspiracy is little more than some good-ole-boys going easy on each other and there is no need to post anything about how no one can ever trust a blue MoM again.