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UK_Widowmaker
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I had an extremely fraught combat with those Bas**** from Jasta 12 again last night!
Treetop height, on the tail of one in my SE5a....the *** pulls up right into my line of sight...I let him have it!...Damn Guns Jammed!!!....worse still, I am in a steep dive (at about 100ft)...Not good!....bullets whizzing around from his Gay friend on my tail...I smashed headlong into the ground, and exploded!
AAAARGH!....Went the cry of a despairing Widowmaker.....
"What on earth is the matter with you?" comes the shrill cry up the stairs from the Banshee!....
"Ive just crashed you stupid woman!"... "can't you see?...FFS!"
"Do you want a cup of Tea?" she tries to calm my nerves...
"Cup of Tea?...Oh, how Bloody British of you!!!....Albert has been mangled!!...and all you can think of is Tea!!"
"Oh dear, we appear to have run out of chocolate Hobnobs" she says...
Would you like a Chocolate digestive instead?"
Right...that's it...I can't take anymore of this!... I stormed downstairs.....
Like an irate five year old (her words not mine)....... I stood in front of her whingeing and wining and ranting about those **%^&$£$%^ Jasta 12 Mother.&*^%£$$£^%T&&... Albert Disintegrated...*(**&^%*(*&^*&*&*
For a full five minutes
I was wondering why she was smiling in that sympathetic way that all women do when confronted by a Psychiatric patient on the verge of a nervous breakdown..... Probably not helped by the fact I have my Geordie 'Howay an' ****e' baseball cap on, with the TrackIR prongs on it, like a demented Dalek!...she patiently waits until I have run out of steam...and I am sitting down quietly fuming.
When she can finally contain herself no longer...she strikes!...with that rapier wit of hers!!
"If you keep getting shot down in your silly little flight simulator by those Jester 12 people...Why don't you just Join on their side?"
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Treetop height, on the tail of one in my SE5a....the *** pulls up right into my line of sight...I let him have it!...Damn Guns Jammed!!!....worse still, I am in a steep dive (at about 100ft)...Not good!....bullets whizzing around from his Gay friend on my tail...I smashed headlong into the ground, and exploded!
AAAARGH!....Went the cry of a despairing Widowmaker.....
"What on earth is the matter with you?" comes the shrill cry up the stairs from the Banshee!....
"Ive just crashed you stupid woman!"... "can't you see?...FFS!"
"Do you want a cup of Tea?" she tries to calm my nerves...
"Cup of Tea?...Oh, how Bloody British of you!!!....Albert has been mangled!!...and all you can think of is Tea!!"
"Oh dear, we appear to have run out of chocolate Hobnobs" she says...
Would you like a Chocolate digestive instead?"
Right...that's it...I can't take anymore of this!... I stormed downstairs.....
Like an irate five year old (her words not mine)....... I stood in front of her whingeing and wining and ranting about those **%^&$£$%^ Jasta 12 Mother.&*^%£$$£^%T&&... Albert Disintegrated...*(**&^%*(*&^*&*&*
For a full five minutes
I was wondering why she was smiling in that sympathetic way that all women do when confronted by a Psychiatric patient on the verge of a nervous breakdown..... Probably not helped by the fact I have my Geordie 'Howay an' ****e' baseball cap on, with the TrackIR prongs on it, like a demented Dalek!...she patiently waits until I have run out of steam...and I am sitting down quietly fuming.
When she can finally contain herself no longer...she strikes!...with that rapier wit of hers!!
"If you keep getting shot down in your silly little flight simulator by those Jester 12 people...Why don't you just Join on their side?"
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
