(From the arkives … A tale from the Dawn of Flight Sims, and my squad’s part in tarnishing it.)
One bright and sunny day, a newcomer came to B-land. His name was Ben Dover. He was truely a merry fellow who took great delight in stomping on the heads of kittens with big lumberjack boots, twisting at the ankle until the little feline brains came gooshing out.In any event, on this particular day GCB Biggles was engaged in running bombing raids down to old A3 (in the Valley of Death). Ben pleaded with Biggles to let him pilot the B17 once and eventually Biggles agreed, if for no other reason that to get some peace. Biggles had flown well so far, the AA guns at A3 were down and the A’s were in a foul mood. Ben called for gunners and several signed on. With hearts high, Ben taxied the B17 off into destiny.
Biggles knew something was up when…
(From the arkives … A tale from the Dawn of Flight Sims, and my squad’s part in tarnishing it.)
This was going to be great: two gunned F/A-26′s attacking A3.
TANGO CIRCUS (aka TC) was piloting the first ship, with DoK as his gunner. Flush Garden was piloting the second, with Cap’n Trips gunning.
They launched from C2 and set course around the Westward mountain and a shallow climb. They wanted to be at about 3000 feet when they came around the mountain and the A’s saw them. All went according to plan – they turned the corner and enterred the Valley of Death at exactly 3000 feet. The could see that the A’s were just about off of radar to the North. They were starting a large raid on B-land. A3 was practically undefended.
“Lets go,” TC said … and started the F/A-26 down. Both ships quickly gathered speed and A3 was coming up fast.
“I’ll take the West…
