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ABS FIESTA REDUX
Gojira:
"WHAT THE forget?!"
I have to force myself to look away from Whiskey's Self Delete attempt and maneuver my aircraft as little as necessary to keep Ansell from getting a gun solution or a solid lock, firing my guns every time the Shikra enters my sights.
"Can someone get this starfish off of my tail?"
Ugh, why does that "trick" never work for me?
Mr. Hurricane:
There's a flash in my rear mirrors. Time slows to crawl, stereotypical, but true nonetheless. The tracking tone pierces my ears. An aircraft appears from below, spitting flares. It's flightpath crosses the missiles. There's a blinding flash on top of the roosterpit of the aircraft. I look away.
Whoever it is, is trying to save my life. I release my flares, and even some chaff on accident, and jink hard in effort to survive. I cut the throttle to reduce the heat signature, anything to live and not let the pilot's efforts be in vain. My throttle hand prepares to grab the ejection handle if need be.
I scream in the roosterpit. The immediate terror is beyond anything I have ever felt in my life. I hold my breath as I maneuver and jink.
Gojira:
your... throttle prepares to grab the ejection lever?
good god i knew plane technology was getting advanced but not like this
Mr. Hurricane:
--- Quote from: Gojira on July 25, 2015, 07:11:48 PM ---your... throttle prepares to grab the ejection lever?
good god i knew plane technology was getting advanced but not like this
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i know right
it even makes pizza rolls
CypherX:
but does it know why kids love the taste of cinnamon toast crunch?