Davy Crockett wrote: Hey WIG, sorry i hit u, I think that was twice tonight. This has been one of those nights so I'm not playing any more tonight as much as I really would like to play more but this is a horrible night. I cant seem to aim very good especially when I enter a dogfight and everyone is chasing a red, it seems that when I shoot at a red by the time the bullet gets there the red is gone but a blue is now there.
Anyhow WIG sorry buddy.
Mr. Crockett, no apology necessary, m'lad. The past couple days I've suspected there might be a full moon jamming aiming, flying and anger management radar systems and it's hovering over Dogfighttown. I've had much the same experiences you describe; shooting at low hanging red fruit only to hit a blue from nowhere in the same zip code...perpetually getting capped like a red shirt ensign by some noobster in the Windows 8 Twilight Zone...otherwise more or less tolerable people, and even a couple very good long-term friends, losing their sh*t. It isn't a fit night out for man nor beast. And yet...I've had some rippin' good games. The cool kids always outnumber the jerkoffs in this dysfunctional extended family of ours even if it takes a few missions on the short end of the jerkoff scale for the balance to be redressed. Next time stick around, that mission was a delightful bloodbath I was sorry you missed. We might've clipped each other here and there but we would have taken those punks to school. (not counting Flybot, naturally, or any other M.O.M in the mix) Eventually they overran us, and I now have a special place in my heart for a clown called X Factor (I'm comin' for your spawnkilling ass, X) but we made 'em pay with a few pounds of flesh. Probably just the kind of feeding frenzy you would've found therapeutic. Next time we'll each grab a side and throw the Alamo at their heads.