Enforcer57

ok, thanx man. I'll give that a try. Some of my cmpn misns start or end at night, and I wanna mess aroundwith some lights.....and control towers etc.

I was wondering how some of you raise objects off the ground , like lights. I have a definite need for such. Thanx.....

Sometimes I still do, just depends. Rattler and I discussed this on TS right after he made his suggestion, but I never could get it to stop. He just emailed me the skin i needed. However, in this case, the rar dnload seemed to have a few complications you normally dont see when getting these things. It only happens on some dnloads from some places it seems. Now why it would turn a bunch of skins into these things after I dnloaded them, I dunno. It only affects some, not all. We went thru dnloading and trying to activate them, but at a particular point, my rig went out on a tangent. We dunno. I don't use any of the above programs, and I have PS Elements which i use alot and which supposedly recognizes this format, but even it can't open them. Ive used the pulldown list, but nothing can see them. truly strange.

ok, a bunch of skins i had in my documents suddenly turned into php files, which my computer cant figure out. I also tried to dnload some rar skin files from warcry,

What is a PHP file? my computer doesnt recognize it. You got this in a jpeg?

Gotta love Gunny Ermy.......that was so great.

ok, what i wanna know is.......WHERE the F were you P when I was being chased by all those 352 vultures? I mean, we coulda used you......to freak em out, if nothing else. Besides, the federal govt will hassle us if we don't have our token wackjob. BTW, how were things on the mother ship?

Uhhhh.....ok, I'll step up and do it. Gives whole new meaning to stopping off for a cold one.

Heh heh, he said hard..........heh heh.

I think CFS2 actually looked at least as good....the adon planes looked better than this. I wonder if the FMB is as big a piece of shit as that one was.

Well....I'm impressed. When do we get 1. Warp drive 2. A holodeck like the Enterprise D had (especially the one with the holo ho house that DS-9 had). 3. Phasers and rail guns. 4 A program that will give us an artificle Kelly LeBrock, a la "Wierd Science"....though I want my model to be Jessica Simpson.

Ah thanks comrades. This will help.

Yeah, this had me about to choke. Man these guys are on some unusual drugs.

heh heh.....I'm laughing so blasted hard ive got tears running down my face. I have to give much of credit to Mr. Kartiveli's design. I think somebody has got to start recording the teamspeak dialogue for us. There are times when it's just too priceless to miss. This is only a fraction of hte shots i took. I highly recomend dnloading the track and watching it for its pure comedic value. I wish we could have a version with the radio traffic. I look forward to flying with/against you guys some more......you should show up in some of the less formal scenarios.

I never read that crap, and it just clutters the screen and slows the thing. Cant i turn that off somewhere in the programming lines

i had a great time everytime I flew, usually with spits chasing my jug down onto the deck. that last misn was the most exiting thing ive done online, since I took on the whole 352 at the end. I posted a screenie story of the battle, mostly my own running fight with 7 of them, on the general forum. You may like what you see, and I look forward to hearing from your side of the fight....I just wish I could hear the comms from that perspective. I was laughing my ass off. Salute to some worthy, if sneaky, opponents.

heh heh....thanks guys. I hope i made the hounds look good. Painless, I've always wanted a Brit guy to say that to me....now my life if complete.

Welcome to chaos command sir. Did you bring any sheep with you? Hide them quickly if you did.

THis musta really pissed em all off, because they used that "request assistance" thingy in command bar. In one frame I counted seven of them on me. God knows how many there were before it was over. I had plenty of gas and ammo, so I kept slinging it at them. I wasn't the only one wondering when this was gonna end. They kept running out of cannon rds and began a relay of death it seemed. It was getting hard to dodge all that 20mm. The 303 I could handle, but my machine could only take so much high velocity HE. The Spit commander, Cool, apparently decided it was time to stop asking boys to do a man's job. So he moved in, with his mags full of 20mm. Finally my heroic bird could take no more....a burst of 20 took my fuselage apart and killed me. Kinda hard to stay in the fight at this point. Cool put an end to my rampage. So I dug my own hole, but like a case of herpes, I will be back, so our friends in the 352cd need to know that there will be another day.....count on it. But damn if it wasn't fun getting my ass shot off. Those guys are pretty well organized, and I think they must've been practicing while we were bar hopping. So I salute our honorable (though somewhat intense) opponents of the 352cd. and if you guys will wait just a moment, I'll post my offering for their victory. WAIT FOR IT....... OK, Since they crushed their enemies, drove them before them, they may now enjoy the lamentation of their women........or so says Conan The Barbarian. So even though this one isn't technically "mine", she consented to fill the bill, with an appropriate homage to the CW Spit. So again I salute you members of the 352cd, but keep in mind Patton's warning at the end of his movie......"all glory is fleeting." We shall meet again. But in the meantime, enjoy your victory.

the sky was full of these guys, so I fired every time I saw one in front of me....which was alot, since they were every F-ing where. My bird had taken some pretty serious hits, and one of my guns was jammed. At this point, the theme to "The Empire Strikes Back" should be playing in the background. My cockpit was shattered, and I was at 110% on full pitch. My engine was boiling, but I had nothing to lose, so I kept it there. I was throwing .50 cal all over the place. Man i was getting swamped. They went into a feeding frenzy, getting in each other's way. I couldn't get an angle on this guy, but he flew his pal's fire. I saw alot of pieces when I was firing, but I think most of them were mine. I kept trying to get altitude, but kept having to lose it to get away from this mob. I kept taking hits from 20mm, usually more than one. Please note that 47s can't outclimb Spits, but I had to get some air under me. I kept wondering when I'd go down, as I'm sure my tormentors were also wondering. I lost my ailerons, so I kicked rudder and flipped elevators all over the place, but wound up on my back most of time with Spits trying to get ahead of me for an angle. I can't help but wonder what the radio traffic was on their side, and If any 352 dudes are reading this, I'd love to know. Must've been hilarious, as I was laughing my ass off at the damage and the odds. I was bleeding all over the cockpit, my instruments were shattered, and I was inverted, heading for the ground. I announced my demise, but sudenly rolled upright and pulled up, only to flip over repeatedly and head for the ground, pulling out at the last second. I know I couldn't have been alone in prematurely assuming my end so many times. I still don't know how I managed to keep from kissing the ground a dozen times as it sounded like rain on a tin roof from all the hits I was taking. I kept hoping that maybe, just maaaybeeeee, I could fake my own death and con them into leaving me alone.......hey, if it worked for Elvis, it could work for me. Right? Right? But I kept coming back, like a masochistic chick who keeps coming back to her boyfriend who likes hitting her in the head with bottles, I kinda got into it. Yeah, it got good to me. Plus there was the fact that the more that chased me, the fewer there were to chase the few survivors down. I knew this had to be freaking the enemy out big time, as the growing number of would be assassins showed.

Or how I died a Klingon death. As promised, here is a presentation of our last fight with the 352, mainly from my perspective. Let it not be said that the 352 aren't worthy opponents-their unit cohesion and planning are a bit evident, and as I found out repeatedly here, so is their F-ing gunnery. Here the fight has already started to go sour, as we were caught low and lost the initiative pretty quickly, despite some early victories. The sky is full of tracers and dogfighting planes. Here Pooka bails, as some of our best aces are lost early in the fight. But things aren't all bad, as Bucky is determined to score on a 352 human opponent....so determined that he ignores everything else in a textbook example of target fixation, as he stated in the private forum. What he didn't realize is that his enemy is already dead, but who has time to read all that crap iin the text window. Bucky doesn't see the evil Persecutor exploiting his tunnel vision. And he pays the price as Persecutor avenges his comrade. And my trusty wingy, who I became separated from since I dove for the deck upon being bounced, is sandwiched between two of these guys, including an AI Borg drone. In the meantime, I had made my second escape by using my altitude and racing away at mach one from numerous tormentors, this time while flying CAP for BG, the only friendly I could find that wasn't in trouble.....for now. Note the rds hitting the ground as my frustrated pursuer can't keep up with my flying brick. BG helped get one off me, but was bounced by a gaggle of Spits who were particularly merciless. I heard his plight while I was extending out to regain altitude, and it would have been tactically wise for me to keep going, but I didn't want these vultures feeding on my CO. So I did the worse thing you can do in a jug and changed course losing my energy......but my honor was intact, like a true Klingon. I got there just in time to see him get fragged and flew right into a swarm of hostiles. I found myself pounced upon by about a million of 'em.....felt like a character out of "The Birds". I was in a situation that jugs were

Im in constant awe at being in the company of so many movie stars and celebrities. Man this is rich.

Yeah, that makes alot of sense. HVARs, like modern 2.75 in rockets, are area kill weapons against numerous targets, like motor fire. They were never designed to be that accurate anyway, thats why you see guys firing in quick succession or all of them in ripple at once, especially at naval targets.

well I was gonna bitch about the weekend getting down to 29, but I wont now.

IT was great. I had a blast....well, everything but navigating. Anyway, I got into an epic fight with Jax in a 39 who was flying the wings off that thing.....i didnt know A P39 could outclimb a 109, if flown right at least. I was yelling for some assistance but my guys were asking me where the hell I was, but I couldnt look away long enough to figure that out 'cause if I had, Jax woulda been on my arse and killed me. Anyway, we climbed to over 4000M and I finally got him with my last 30mm rd in my mk108. Man, I stained my fruit of the looms over that. Then I ran into Bevis and Butthead in spits.....heh heh heh. Those guys drove me nuts in my FW. But I survived by running away....lots. anyhoot..those guys are a real hoot. I think they should show up more when we're flying. That was a blast.