I just had a particularly great game.
Arm wrestling for a carrier against Blue Max on defence. Moments finer than a freshly sharpened chisel to regain command. The guy is lethal. I managed a couple of those cunning little hits here and there but nothing permanent. A dab with a paint brush back at base, nothing more.
Luck some said, pure brilliance by me I say. I started the game heading boldly to the red base to meet Max, then dirt, several times. After a quick re think I decided "this muscle is staying put.... run away run away". My only chance was to secure our base and wait for back up. I managed to save the deciding goal with less than a millimetre to spare. So it went on, Max not wandering from the spot. Me trying to swipe pesky nats off my ship. Then back to Max for another humiliating punch up, even when the pressure was on and he crashed, so did I moments later, bother chaps, the next thing we have swapped bases, the poles flipped. I crashed heading hopelessly to a sinking ship, typing stuff. We lost. I can't text and fly, I need to call myself 'Chops Away'.
Named below, I thank you for a galant episode