bellsaj wrote: Had a long game last night. Sneaking, camping, and dropping, nothing missing. I was outnumbered 6 or 7-1 for long period times and in the end of the game the game went laggtastic, and I lost but it was fun while it lasted.
Oh, and If you see this Gunners inc guy tell him I said hello, wright it on the side of his plane. 
He likes to run his mouth.
"Nope. I call myself a M.O.M."
Easily among the few best retorts I've yet seen in the Dogfightosphere, Anders. I may have to add it to Page One.
As for the mouthy noob...is there a permanent full moon in this flippin' game? I've been chat assaulted by more of these assclowns than I can count lately. Yesterday one of the l'il fellers - a generic "Reaper" member of...whatever the hell their pseudo-sub-sorta-squad is called - laid into me unprovoked because...wait for it...I'm a "video gamer wanna be" and "pathetic" for dropping my bomb. I'm quite sure it had nothing to do with the fact that I was perpetually applying his face to the verso of his head and that my team was rendering the resale value of his carrier pretty much nil, but c'mon General Generic. Either I'm a pathetic wannabe and that pisses you off, or I'm kicking the sweet bejeebisses outta you and that pisses you off, you can't whine about it both ways! These boo-boo baby anti-bomb-drop weenies simply can't hold their own in a dogfight - in a game
named DOGFIGHT FOR IMAGINARY GOD'S SAKE - so they blame their lack of success on someone else's unwillingness to hold nice and steady and stupidly swap long-range shots because teeing up a flat flying pixel is all they're good for. I've got your "dropper" right here, jabroni.
"wig yu call yourself a video gamer wanna be?"
Nope. I call myself a M.O.M. Bizatch.