Longestpants

So, I decided to go on a strike mission in an FB-111. Yeah, man, I though. I'm gonna kick some ass in this thing. My briefing told me that I was to attack a comm building in some Parani city. Seeing as how I was to attack a single building, I decided on a conservative payload of two Mk.84s and twenty-four Mk.82s. Thus armed, I set out with my band of merry men. Off we go. If you look closely, you can see two Phantoms in the background. Not sure what they're doing, but they're definitely not escorting us. Oh no. Of course, the comm building was not targeted nor was it ever the rest of the mission. Mission control gives vector as 12:00, five miles. That looks like it's five miles away. TIME TO DIE BOOM! HEADSH- oh. Bloody hell, missed that one by a mile. Ok, that was practice. Time for my other Mk.84. At this time, literally a second after releasing the bomb, I decide to check if it's the right building. "Right, 3:00, 2 miles." Oh well, I missed anyway. At this point I stopped taking screencaps. I noticed a particularly open building near a AAA establishment. To cut a long story short, I missed several times before being set on fire by AAA. I desperately released the remaining 17 bombs within the space of a few seconds and watched them all miss. Cursing, and shamed, I ejected just before my flaming FB-111 arrowed, ironically, into the AAA gun. Damn comm buildings.

Very nice!!

Pretty.

Niiice! Don't f*ck with Chuck!

Beautiful.

Oh well then. Open mouth, insert foot. Yeah, local stuff of pretty much anything is the best. For instance, if you see any place outside of Philadelphia, PA offering a Philly Cheese Steak, don't bother.

Well, nobody likes raw fish at first. It's an acquired taste, much like forums. Plus, not all Sushi is raw. What you could do is go to your local Meijer (do they have those around there?) and pick up a nine-pack of california rolls, mix some wasabi with some soy sauce, and you're ready to go. Sure, the only meat may be imitation crabmeat from soy, and sure, it comes from a plastic box, but I've never gotten sick and it's damn good.

You know, I don't see any reason why we couldn't resurrect "Screenshot of the Day" but for all combat flight sims, from Red Baron to Jane's to Il-2 to infinity.

My favorite fish is somewhat similar to that, salmon cooked in lemon juice on a skillet, served with pepper. EDIT: as for alcohol, my Idea was always that Indian Gin and Whiskey Dry was the best.

A fighter is a fighter but a Phantom is an air force.

Well, it looks fantastic at any rate.

It was the only game designed with carrier ops in mind, as far as I know.

I thinks it's a little excessive that the metal be cut into 4" by 4" pieces. I mean, isn't the whole point of buying an old airframe having an old airframe (or at least part of it), much like some people have railroad cabooses in their front yards? I mean, I can understand the national security thing, but I seriously doubt the lethality of a T-34, unless maybe it has lasers and a cloaking shield.

It woke my mom up, and she arrived at the extremely logical conclusion that someone had broken in. You know how petty thieves use those bulldozers now. :D I myself slept through it, though I had a dream about a plane crash.

You must do what you feel is right, of course.

http://www.pbfcomics.com/?cid=PBF134-Game_System.gif

is a webcomic. While it sometimes delves into the cesspool of intellectualism, usually when short on ideas; it mostly tries to ruin a dramatic moment with a silly punchline, being very funny in the process. Here's one of my favorites. link

Wasn't some payware site doing a Dagger? Also, welcome to Combatace, krgf15.

We have no need for your fancy pants jet engines, western infidels!!!

I got one (you're gonna hate me for this): set some relaxing jazz as the loading screen sound. Actually, I haven't noticed any difference on my machine. If you posted your system specs, maybe someone competent (i.e. not me) could help you.

I really like that F-106 shot!

Can I get an AMEN?

Ordway, this pit never ceases to amaze me, no matter how many times I look at the shots.

Simple enough. Everyone had a particular object, be it a little car, a yo-yo, a stuffed animal, or what have you, when they were little that they cherished above the rest. That thing went everywhere with you. Bed, meals, sandbox, maybe even school. Then again, perhaps it was too big and it stayed in your room. I'm going to share mine, and I think it would be cool if you shared yours. ---- Mine was a blue plastic rocking horse. Boy, I rode that thing every day playing cowboys and indians and a multitude of God knows what other games my imagination came up with. I named him 'Woofy'. Don't remember what happened to him... But I did find a picture of his model on Craigslist: