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    while shooting pics the the WIP mega thread, i realized theres a SLUF in there somewhere!
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    Fw190D-13 - II Gruppe of JG 26
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    FW-190D 13 uploaded waiting for approval
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    hey i was out that way. but you mightve been lookin the wrong direction.... wakey wakey, snoozin Navy
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    I uploaded some important bug fixes/updates on the T-55/T-62/T-72 series. When the file will be approved - download a small update rar file and overwrite old files. Also, a smoke effect for some tanks was added.
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    stock SLUF down low gotta change out those stock tga tho. ya'll know anyone that can do that?
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    Bug fix/update for T-55/62/72 series. (Cold East Ground Objects Bonanza Vol.1) Now they are fighting properly, still, anti-aircraft guns are disabled in data.ini. added the correct smoke screen effect (or I even missed it in released files?) - which leads me to question - how to make this effect last longer. V2 update.rar
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    View File FW-190 D13 FW 190D, this is my final version of this device that includes all the experimental effects never seen in this simulator, this pack contains the plane with its corresponding cabin with 4 historical skins, plus one without insignia, to fly it with the nation you want, the new luftwaffe pilot (there are 2 lods, one with glasses and one without glasses, by default the pilot wears glasses). I included all the weapons of the model F I hope you enjoy it, more information in the readme file. Sorry my English is bad TORNO. Submitter torno Submitted 05/19/2023 Category FW-190  
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    Nice work though I'll take the hookers instead of blackjack, never was good at cards.
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    well if TK wont make a ANG SLUF DLC, i'll make my own. with blackjack and hookers.....
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    A new Pacific theatre of operation World War II era combat flight simulator has started development from Jason Williams who is partnering with Barbedwire studios. Jason is the former CEO of 777 Studios who made Rise of Flight: The First Great Air War series, and the former Executive Producer of the IL-2 Sturmovik: Great Battles franchise by 1C Game Studios. Website here: https://combatpilot.com/ Interview here: https://stormbirds.blog/2023/05/18/combat-pilot-a-new-pacific-wwii-sim-coming-from-jason-williams-and-barbedwire-studios/
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    Saw this on FB, too. Looks VERY GOOD! Knowing my love for WW2, this looks right up my alley! Will watch this with great antci..... pation
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    With some needed help from yakarov79: Just awaiting approval.
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    Beautiful model Torno thank you for sharing , you’re Fw-190s are a must have in WW2 installs
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    In theory ( and I'm sure someone will correct me if I'm wrong) you could adjust the hit boxes so they are on the outer edges of the hangar, with big non-collidable space in the center. I have been thinking of the opposite, taking a periscope that's on a few subs ( as the only, very small model) and expanding the hit boxes and radar return size so it's a viable, attackable object in game. Would give sub hunters something to do in game... with scripted missions so a P-3 isnt going after a regular convoy with anti sub torps.
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    there's some real schmucks on the 3W discord. I mean, real shitbirds
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    And the drop tank texture. It'll be in the next update. With FastCargo working on the 3D model stuff (I don't know how long it will take) I'm going to upload the mod with those updates so it's a more refined package and so on.
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    I revamped the original release skins for the TMF 707-300, (BOAC, ElAl, PanAm, TMA) with 100% historically correct registration numbers. The PanAm birds even have their matching Clipper names I just never released them, as they'd conflict with what DA has done with his Level2 tgas to change markings. Lot of other internal data ini changes, too, mostly minor. I mean, I could release it, just with the stipulation that there WILL be issues with combining the pack.
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    oooooorrrr (and im just spitballin here) use this for real aircraft tga base liveries, El Al is on there for all eras that they flew big Boeings. if you want to use as a static, take the tga from the above, and adjust it onto the skin itself
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    So, tried my hand at a F1 EQ-6 skin in fictional french colours (defending the Falklands in an alternate history scenario) , with help provided by Ludo.54. Not entirely satisfied with the drop tanks and the decals, but i guess it already works well enough.
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    USAFCAMO3, already in progress coming to a stock model near you
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    Von S – Thank you for your kind words. It's wonderful to see you dropping in on the campaign. I am well behind and trying to catch up. My PC that I use for WOFF used to be at the apartment in town that was part of my company office. I would stay in town during the week when I had early morning appointments as we live in the country about an hour away. But because of my condition (ALS/MND), it's now easier for me to work from home. So I have set up an office in our guest apartment attached to the house. The only problem is that I have a very large window at my back and the light interferes with my track IR until sunset. There were no blinds on that window as we are surrounded by woods and wonderfully private. Now I've ordered blinds and am waiting to have them installed. I have about a month of catching up to do. Anyway, here is another instalment that brings Bell-Gordon's story to within a week of where my actual flying has taken him. More to follow later, I hope… Journal of FLt Douglas Bell-Gordon, RNAS Part 17 10 April 1917. Auchel, France. "An Albatros appeared just ahead and below. The fuselage and tail of the machine was entirely washed over with red paint." So much to write about. April began with rain and sleet. On the first day of the month, I went into the town with Crundall. We have arranged with the mining company for access to their well-appointed bathhouse, so we soaked ourselves for an hour and then retired to a café for omelettes and chips. I’m not sure what magic these French women perform when they crack an egg, but the omelettes here are unforgettable. The one that morning had onions and scraps of pork mixed in with the egg. We had just returned and settled into the wardroom for a rainy afternoon when the post finally arrived. The despatch rider left everything in the squadron office. Fortunately, Simpson was working on the journal there and immediately volunteered to sort the letters – one pile for the chiefs and petty officers, another for the lower deck, and a third for the wardroom. With his body between D’Albiac and the counter he was able to slip from his pocket a scented yellow envelope and place it in the middle of the wardroom pile. Later in the wardroom, Rob Little spread the post on the bar and called out the names of the addressees. When he said, “Huntington”, Huntington sat bolt upright in his armchair by the fire. Rob was examining the envelope. “A bit of a sweet pong on this one, by God! I didn’t think your Eliza would wear a scent quite so…forthcoming.” Huntington rushed to the bar. He snatched the envelope and examined it. “Come on, lad,” said Reggie Soar. “Read it aloud.” Huntington tore open the envelope. He noticed and began to remove the photograph of our creation, Miss Apollonia Willing. But after a momentary glance he tucked it back inside. He then unbuttoned his tunic and slipped the letter into an inside pocket. Reggie protested loudly and others took up the cry. Huntington protested. “It’s from one of those trollops that Galbraith persuaded to write you lot. I shall likely consign it to the stove. Regardless, a gentleman does not share letters from the opposite sex as wardroom entertainment.” He got up and headed directly to the flight commanders’ cabin. The following morning, 2 April, dawned clear and frosty. The original plan was to conduct a line patrol from Lens down to Arras. It was becoming clear to all of us that the impending push was directed at the high ground near Vimy, west and south of Lens. Then, just before seven in the morning, Huntington informed us that enemy two-seaters were approaching the lines near Lens and we were to drive them off. Our machines were rolled from their sheds and run up. We dressed quickly. I could not find my scarf and tied my pyjama trousers around my neck to keep the wind from penetrating the flying coat. Huntington made a point of saying I look like a bloody gypsy. We had only a minute to prepare. Huntington would lead and my machine would carry the single streamer of the flight second in command. He wanted me above and behind the main formation. We refer to this as the “sacrificial lamb” position. Then we took off. After gaining height over Houdain, we headed for the lines at 6000 feet and climbing. A few desultory Archie bursts drew our attention to a pair of two-seaters heading south from La Bassée. Huntington went straight for them without trying to get the sun at our backs. The Huns spotted us when we were still two miles off and put their noses down and ran for home. We followed them as far as the other side of Lens but gave up the chase when they drew us too low and the Hun Archie began paying us their compliments. As we climbed back westward, Hervey waggled his wings and surged forward to get Huntington’s attention. The formation turned to port and inclined towards the south. There they were! About six or seven dark specks coming directly out of the sun. We continue to climb towards them and within seconds the sky filled with tracer streams and aircraft. The Huns were Albatros vee-strutters, the latest type. More troubling was that they were all somewhat red. We had learned that this was the colour scheme of Jasta 11, a club of particularly keen Hun pilots led by a baron who is a bit of a star turn. I climbed sharply and banked hard to starboard, looking about. Two Huns were below and circling with a pair of Tripes. Two are three more were off to my port side. Then streamers of smoke flashed past my head. There was a Hun in my blind spot. This time I rolled sharply left and then zoomed. An Albatros appeared just ahead and below. The fuselage and tail of the machine was entirely washed over with red paint. Even the black crosses were covered, although I could make out the faint outline of a cross on the tail. There was time for a quick burst. The Vickers popped away for a couple of seconds and rounds hit the fuselage of the Hun machine. Then the all-red Hun did an S-turn below me. For several seconds he seemed gone. Then once more rounds were snapping past my head. I pulled away in a climbing turn. By the time I turned about the sky was empty and the red Hun was gone. The next few days were busy but uneventful. The gunfire along our sector of the front smashed at the enemy lines around Vimy, an unceasing and stomach-turning assault of noise. Above Vimy, our machines were everywhere. Our task was to patrol just over the enemy lines. The Germans dared not approach. We flew, we searched the sky, we froze, and we went home. Yesterday, 9 April, the storm broke. Our own Canadian Corps, four divisions strong and with British divisions on either flank, swarmed forward over the churned-up mud and wire of Vimy Ridge. At the south end of the ridge, our boys advanced more than 4000 yards and seized their objectives around Thélus. The central spine of the ridge fell by midday and from high above we could see the Huns staggering eastward, away from the fight. Only at the north end of the ridge did the enemy line hold. That day we patrolled three times and twice ran into desperate attacks by Albatros scouts. On my third patrol we met our old friends from Jasta 11 once again. They were good, these Huns, and I threw my poor Tripe all about the sky while avoiding their fire. Suddenly I heard a sharp crack and knew that something was seriously wrong with my aeroplane. The starboard upper wing showed a concerning amount of flexion and the ailerons scarcely responded. I throttled back and headed west, praying all the while that the wing would remain part of the machine until I could get down. Luckily, none of the Albatri decided to follow. I found a field just behind our lines and settled down into it. At least, that was the plan. But just before touching down the ailerons decided not to respond at all, and the port wings dropped and hit the half-frozen earth. My Tripe cartwheeled across the field and, somewhere before it settled into a ditch and crumpled itself into a ball, I was ejected and landed on an embankment. I have never been so winded or bruised. Nothing, however, is broken. Squadron Commander Bromet has given me a day off. Meanwhile, Huntington claimed two Huns from the scrap. One was almost certainly Crundall’s. I had seen Crundall chasing it and shortly thereafter saw the German – yellow with a red nose – spinning earthward. Huntington asserted that the Hun levelled out and he dived on its tail and finished the fellow off. No one wants to say anything but there are several of us looking sideways at Huntington. After dinner, Simpson got hold of Reggie and me and insisted on walking to town so he could buy us a bottle of wine. He would say nothing more until we were safely ensconced in Madame Girouard’s estaminet in Auchel. There he produced his secret – a letter in Huntington’s hand addressed to Miss Apollonia Willing in Torquay. He had successfully intercepted the outgoing mail. The wine was poured and he read it aloud. “Dear Apollonia, “I pray that I am not too forward in addressing you by your Christian name (is Apollonia truly a Christian name?) when we scarcely know one another. Yet I have read your letter so many times since it arrived yesterday and feel that we are destined to become good friends. Lord knows that I need some good friends. You should see the lot that I am saddled with here. They are an uncouth mob. More than half of them are Canadians and Australians and are still walking about with their mouths open at the wonders of a civilised world away from the prairie or the outback. Still others are barely above the most common of working men. They are unschooled and unsophisticated with few exceptions. One can simply not have an intelligent conversation. And as their commander, one must bear responsibility for their sad lives. I think only that I have perhaps the opportunity to leave them better persons than they were when they came to the Navy. “You said that you were told that I had enjoyed some success here. One shrinks from revelling in success when success means killing another human being. The beastly Huns, I tell myself, are scarcely human. It is a story that eases the soul. I have lost count of how many Huns I have bagged, but the squadron commander tells me it is somewhat more than twenty. Perhaps you have heard of Albert Ball. He is a pilot of the Royal Flying Corps and has downed thirty Huns. But Ball is back in England, so perhaps I have a chance to catch him or, who knows? “Thank you for sending me your photograph. I shall try to reciprocate if I can find an officer here able to use a camera. You asked me if I was fond of a girl. Until this week, I devoted all my energy to fighting our enemy and have never thought of pursuing any woman. Now I must confess, Apollonia, that I keep your picture hidden near my bedside and wonder nightly whether one day we might meet. Do not spare a thought that you could be a distraction for me in the air. My devotion to my duty is unshakeable. But put my feet on the ground? Ah, now I find my thoughts turning to you and to the sentiments you shared with me. “Do you like poetry? I am very fond of Shelley and Yeats. Please share with me all your likes and dislikes. For my part, I will dedicate all my efforts to you. “Your devoted airmen, “Samuel Huntington.” Simpson put the letter down on the table. “Well, chaps, that’s the end of Eliza it seems.” We were laughing hysterically, although I suspect we all felt a slight tingling of guilt.
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    Finally, I found some time (to put things together)... so I uploaded just a few models. Just in case you are wondering if this is just another long-gone project...So should be available to download soon... while meanwhile... D-30 Howitzer Mobile Army Surgical Hospital GAZ-66 AP-2 9K51 Grad system on Ural-375D BM-21 9K55 Grad-1 on 9P138 ZIL-131 chassis airfield fire engine AA-40 on ZIL-131 R-161A-2M radio vehicle on ZIL-131 this was before..but now with the rest of the system 9K52 Luna-M on 9P113 ZIL-135 chassis 9M21 missile transport vehicle 9T29 on ZIL-135 chassis and Luna-M command unit 9S445M - GAZ-66 PU-2 with meteorological radio measuring station RWZ-1A and AB-4-0/230 power unit
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    Hi all, Here’s some great news for WOFF users. Hot on the heels of our recent Battle of France release for our WW2 simulator, WOTR, we are pleased to announce that we are now working on a new WOFF BH&HII Expansion! Current release expected early 2024, and we will release more details as the Addon progresses. Note details may be subject to change.
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    Today we released two updates, one for WOTR, and not to be left out, also one here for WOFF BH&H II: WOFF BH&H II V1.37 UPDATE: Version 1.37 1) Fixed a tool tip text error in Workshops for airfield grass On and Off. 2) Addressed a Facility populate issue on non US PCs. 3) Revised Airfield grass. Please see the WOFF BH&H II Downloads page on our website.


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