[M]Skyripper wrote:

[*M]bzerkbzerk wrote: Ok the next installment is done, hope you like it.

That's good stuff Sir BZ!! Love it!

Bzerk, you are a freekin' genious.

[*M]VonHuLK wrote:

[M]Skyripper wrote:

[*M]bzerkbzerk wrote: Ok the next installment is done, hope you like it.

That's good stuff Sir BZ!! Love it!

Bzerk, you are a freekin' genious.

Damn brother!! got me on the edge of my seat waiting for the next one.

Snake I found an old banner of yours and fixed it up a little.



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Take out the $

What happens when i run across the Misfits

Great game with FBT.

lol ! and here I was thinking you looked at my banner aaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwllllllllllllll

Brightened it up a bit the color was off a little. Try this one.



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Take out the $

Trying to make this a bit easy, for those who have followed this short story. Here is the latest version/versions. If you don't know and would like to follow as I am able to continue. You can find it under the search category in 121st Misfits, Titled Misfit of Misfits.




It was a cold February evening when I arrived in the Misfits base of operation after a long arduous journey. There was a fine mist in the air, the kind that causes the glow from distant light to appear ghostly. I could hear the faint sound of laughter and music coming from a sparsely lit solitary building on the edge of the airfield.

Instinctively I approached until I stood in front of what could only be best described as a wooden shack held together with tacks and tape, above the eave it read ACEHOLE. I reached for the tattered rope handle and pulled the wooden door, which had seen better days as ordinance crates and entered. Directly across the small room in large print read, "Welcome to the Misfits everyone else can catch our lead".

Four pilots sat at the make shift bar, which was made from the remnants of the top wing of a downed enemy Spad, bullet holes included. Drinking spirits, although it smelled more of piss and vinegar from some home made brew in the dark corner of some tent. In unison, they all turned and stared directly into my eyes, each having the same cold hard as steel glare. What have I gotten myself into? I thought. As if rehearsed, they raised their mugs one by one until each held them above their heads and announced, "welcome to the Misfits".[/quote]


I awoke the next morning, at least I think it was morning and the next day. In a deep voice I heard, wakey, wakey noob, time to see what kind of flying skill you have. I sat up and instantly felt a vice like grip on my temples and must have winced a bit as again that deep voice thundered in my head, yep, that's the kool aide effect he said as he chuckled and said, I'm foust you have 10 minutes to get your butt to the field.

Kool aide and who the, what the hell happened? vaguely recalling the events of last. Welcomed to the squad with my first drink of what tasted like turpentine stripping the layers away from my throat as I swallowed. Maybe I was a bit hammered, but I swear I recall a huge green flash across the room, followed by a large crash and, and then hulk not so smart followed by laughter. Yeah, I must have been hammered.

After splashing my face with cold water, I was surprised to see in the mirror that I still had my uniform on from the previous night, wow must have been a pour me into my cot night. What the hell is this, black and yellow stretchy pants, no time to ask, couple minutes to get to the field.

Walking (stumbling)towards the row of planes that sat at the other end of the field, near the hangar tents, I could see foust already mounted inside his Siemens. To his right with the prop spinning, sat an Albatros, assuming this is my ride I approached to find bzerkbzerk just below the cockpit. Again that deep laugh over the engine noise and foust yelling, you don't remember do you bzerk, tell you later, let's fly.

Quick familiarization of the controls, wheel brakes set, wave to have chocks removed and throttled up, following just to the right and slightly behind foust, we bounced down the field, wheels up.[/quote]


We climbed to 500 and leveled off, I was able to see the lush valley below surrounded by hills on either side. After a few minutes, foust glanced over his right shoulder with his arm waving a follow me signal.

We rolled left and inverted, dove toward the valley, continuing the roll and leveling at 200 until we lined up on a sole tank in the distance. Again with the signal to follow and another to begin a run on the tank, I followed just above and behind him avoiding his turbulence.

Foust pulled up and rolled right as I pressed on towards my target, wanting to make an impression, I lined up on the tank. Centered in my gun sight I began my run, should be easy as it was stationary. I dipped my nose slightly as I approached and released my bomb, looking over my right shoulder I watched it's decent, at the last second the tank lurched backwards and my bomb exploded 30ft in front of it sending grass and mud in all directions.

Foust reappeared off my right wing frantically waving the RTB signal and I fell in line to return to base. I parked my plane and set the brake and shut her down. Climbed out of the cockpit to see that foust had already made it into the munitions hangar. His arms flailing around in the air like a mad man, while circling some young tech like a predator yelling some profanities that were barely audible from my location. Dumb A** something Bat terd sum of a box I think he was saying.

I decided it best to leave it be until he finished his rant and found a lone tree that had seen better days as it was scarred from many attacks on our base. It had a lonely branch, scorched by fire that provided just enough shade and a crater next to it, a comfy place to sit.

After a few minutes, may have been longer as I dozed off, I heard someone say, soo you're the new guy! bzerkbzerk. Heard you nearly got a tank today during an eval flight. I looked up to see this guy standing over me, his hair standing on end and held in place by dried mud, his uniform covered in mud from the waist up and his face obscured from the filth. I could barely make out a name on his badge, T-butt I believe it read.

Yes I said, if that tank had stayed in place it would be a pile of rubble right now. Yes it would he said and so would I, that was my tank and if I hadn't sneezed at the last second, pulling back on the controls, I wouldn't be standing here.

Listen T-butt I had no idea. T-butt he burst out laughing as he looked at his badge brushing away the filth and said, it wasn't your fault. Someone put a live bomb under your bird instead of a dummy bomb. It's T-built not T-butt, you're definitely a Misfit welcome to the squad. I nearly take this guy out and he's laughing and welcoming me, found a good home. Still have to get to this bzerkbzerk thing, that's for another day.[/quote][/quote]

After T-butt ahh T-built cleared up the mayhem from this mornings flight, he strolled over to the munitions hangar where foust could still be heard laying into the tech who loaded my bird with the hot potato, I decided to have a look around the base.

I found myself walking down the flight line admiring the aircraft, perched and ready for flight, each one identified by it's pilots call sign. Von Hulk, Jack Burton, Snake Plisken... kapow, kapow pow, thunk. Sounded like a thunder storm at the end of the field, but mechanical and in the distance a lone plane billowing black smoke was lining up to land. Each backfire pushing a trail of flame out the pipes while the plane lurched as if wincing in pain. It's pilot set her on the deck just as graceful as a feather from a passing jay, swaying in the breeze gently falling to earth.

Upon landing, he cut the engine and drifted up the field, coming to a stop a few feet from where I stood. A large plume of dark oily smoke now settled over his plane and obscured it from sight temporarily and then emerged an oil slick covered pilot with a large grin exposing his white teeth. He removed his goggles and a clean outline appeared exposing the rest of his face which now looked a bit like a rabid raccoon.

Extending his hand he said, howdy, I'm Raptor. I've been out on a search and rescue mission for some time now, as you can see, my bird needs some attention and I need a bath. You don't say, I introduced myself and explained that I was new and 24hours young to the squad. He explained a bit of his mission and how he had vowed to get answers to the disappearance of his good friend Yorkie. He explained how he feared that Yorkie had been jumped by five or more Camels and may have had to bail out. He then began to explain that he felt as though Yorkie may have then been captured by the MHC and taken to their H.Q. MHC???

As we walked and he continued on with his tale of adventure and quest for closure, he asks. Have you seen [M]y nuts? Thinking I misunderstood his question, I replied. I'm sorry the noise from the mechanics crawling over your bird drowned out your question. He again asked. Have you seen [M]y nuts? Now I know I heard it that time and paused before answering. Backing away with one hand behind me searching for the nearest weapon and the other in front of my eyes I replied in a stern but shaky tone. We have just met and I think you already know the answer and well sir I don't think we need to continue to, umm, have , ahh this , hmm conversation any longer.

Seeing the panic on my face. Whoa there bz, now laughing and choking at the same time. Me still ready to beat him, now holding up a large wrench. He's a crazy bass turd Misfit and judging by your reaction I would say you have not seen [M]y nuts and I have no intention of dropping my flight suit, so what ya say you put the big wrench back where you found it.

Anywho, if you see him. Tell him I need to speak with him and I will be with the shrink Dr. BTJ discussing the latest findings of the MHC. He'll know what it's about. Whiping the sweat away from my brow, I replied. Yes sir and good luck on the mission to find Yorkie, sure we'll meet up some time in the ACEHOLE.

What else is going to happen while I'm here I thought, boy was I about to find out. I still have to get to that bzerk call sign.[/quote]

I grabbed some chow in the mess tent, while providing cover, light could be seen coming through the various holes and tears in the canopy, guessing from past attacks on the base. I passed several empty wooden tables and benches to sit near the back where I could view the airfield and feel the breeze blowing through.

Yo bz I heard someone say, when I turned and looked, there stood a man holding his steamy tray of grub and a smile from ear. Mind if I have a seat he asked? Looking at his call sign on the front of his uniform, I replied, sure my pleasure Nuts and wondering how it is these guys seem to know my now familiar call sign?

Once he sat and began to chew on his meal, I mentioned that Raptor had been looking for him and said that you would know what he needs to talk about and you could catch him at the doc's quarters. Chuckling while trying not to spit out his potato soup(I think it's potato soup) he said thanks he would find him in a bit.

I had to ask, what's so funny? He took a deep breath, sipped some water from his tin and began talking. A couple of month's ago, Raptor approached me and said he had an important mission for me and it could change the out come of this war. Enthusiastically I listened. Raptor began explaining that he had been carrying carrier pigeons in his plane so that while out searching for Yorkie, he could relay vital enemy positions back to us, giving us a bit of an advantage. However, depending on wind speed and direction, some pigeons were being blown into the tail of his plane and rendering them useless as they fell to their doom. When he throttled down, he was taking a chance of being shot himself although the pigeons were clearing his tail at about 60 knots.

Also, his pigeons were now instant targets by the enemy ground units when they seen them released from his plane. Sooo, Raptor devised a great plan that would confuse the enemy, hence giving us the advantage. Nuts explained that he was all for the advantage and excited to get started, he asked Raptor to explain. Now chuckling a bit more, again sipping from his tin and gathering his composure, he began.

Rap figured that I could train chickens as carriers, instead of the pigeons. Hell Rap had said, they won't know what to think and them birds are heavy enough to clear the tail at 80 knots cording to his calculations and they can glide out of harms way.

Wow, that's not a bad idea I said, excited a bit at such a great thought of confusion for the enemy and an advantage for us as well. Again chuckling, Nuts said that being the man he is, he agreed to train these chickens and did so. Said, he had a lot of positive results with them, keep them a little hungry, throw them out of the plane and once they hit the ground, they run in a circle several times, then run like hell towards the coop.

Now he is laughing hysterically at this point, me asking, well has it had any affect? He said why yes it has and I'm pretty sure Raptor is looking to restock on carrier chickens before he departs. Now he laughed so hard he fell over backwards off the bench, landing on his back.

Again asking between his fits, well have we gotten any information from them? Of course we have, out of the 25 we have given to Raptor, 2 have returned safely carrying messages, laughing so hard now he's coughing. Well what did they say man?

First one read:

GREAT IDEA, CONFUSED AT FIRST

Second one read:

THEY RUN IN CIRCLES FOR A COUPLE OF SECONDS, THEN RUN LIKE HELL, IF WE DON'T SHOOT THEM FIRST. WE THANK YOU FOR THE DELICIOUS CHICKENS, WE HAVE CHICKEN SOUP FOR DINNER, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO THROW US MORE AT ANY TIME, YOUR ENEMY.

That crazy coot has been feeding them our carrier chickens and giving them the advantage, I nearly spit my eggs (potato soup) across the mess hall

Hi people's, just popped in to say thanks [M]ad for looking at my pics, hope they bring joy..c y'all in the skies.

Good morning my fellow MISFITS, I will be traveling the next few weeks so I won't be playing as much of course.

I hope to meet T.r. on sun and then FOUST and MOON on TUESDAY.

We leave tomorrow morning.

BZERK, great job with your story

Love ya all

[*M]bzerkbzerk wrote: Ok the next installment is done, hope you like it.

I like.

Went back and read from the start. Laughed my azz off.

Ready for more.

T- butt. Lmao.

MICHAEL KANE.. wrote: Hi people's, just popped in to say thanks [M]ad for looking at my pics, hope they bring joy..c y'all in the skies.

You are a good artist MK. I can't even dream of something like what you do. All I can do is enjoy some good works and appreciate them. Looking forward for more.

Ok a short story, or example, OK, It's a RANT.
Most of us get up Monday morning, go to work and stay there how ever many hours we have to. We repeat this proccess 5 times to get to the weekend. hoping to have some peace and quiet for 2 days. Last night I get a phone call from "The Boss". "Hey, they are having a problem with one of the bearings", So.... Long story short, I am back at work SAVING THE DAY. I need to be home melting into my couch, or killing reds. Anything other than being here. At least I am getting double time. Oof

Good morning Misfits... I hope to be flying a little more tonight since my son will be staying overnight at this mother's

I see stats (top honors) and categories are still in full effect Coming up to two years of playing next month, I was feeling a little nostalgic and started traveling down Memory Lane. Although it may seem irrelevant, I started thinking of pilots that don't fly anymore who always brightened me up once i joined the server I never had the privilege of flying with a mister GOG, but I recall you all thought highly of him

Therefore, I found myself remembering my Favorite Missed MIAs:

[MOM] Mr Lee
[BE]TONY69
M4RTIN
[MISFIT] Swordsman aka Master Sword(making my banner makes it hard to forget)
CSchrom
Viper0 (I believe that's the correct name and number lol)

and these are the ones that came to mind readily and have MIA for a looong time. If I sat down and can remember through the fog, the list could grow...but that would require great mental power and sounds like it would cause a headache

MISFIT STRONG. MISFITS UNITED. MISFIT MISSING MANY

Tried a couple games this morning. Everything has been good last few games. Now I'm back to the guns sticking, controls going in and out, AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Aggravating! Taking this tablet out back and shooting it!! Reloaded the app three times, nothing. It's time to make a decision. Guess I'll go look the list over again.

[M]Slatz wrote: Good morning Misfits... I hope to be flying a little more tonight since my son will be staying overnight at this mother's

I see stats (top honors) and categories are still in full effect Coming up to two years of playing next month, I was feeling a little nostalgic and started traveling down Memory Lane. Although it may seem irrelevant, I started thinking of pilots that don't fly anymore who always brightened me up once i joined the server I never had the privilege of flying with a mister GOG, but I recall you all thought highly of him

Therefore, I found myself remembering my Favorite Missed MIAs:

[MOM] Mr Lee
[BE]TONY69
M4RTIN
[MISFIT] Swordsman aka Master Sword(making my banner makes it hard to forget)
CSchrom
Viper0 (I believe that's the correct name and number lol)

and these are the ones that came to mind readily and have MIA for a looong time. If I sat down and can remember through the fog, the list could grow...but that would require great mental power and sounds like it would cause a headache

MISFIT STRONG. MISFITS UNITED. MISFIT MISSING MANY

Played a game with Mr. CSchrom just the other day, he is still very deadly.

On a side note...Emperor Dsvy, I hope you have a safe trip and I hope you are not flying I will keep training this squad and improve their skills, as I found out being 'bait' in the air also makes me a very good target New category for me...Favorite Target To Hit! Guess if I texted less and dodged more in the sky, I would do better...but wheres the fun in that? LOL

CSchrom is still alive and well??? Thanks brother for enlightening me. Time to hide I figured some might still be out there, but only fly minimal amount of time...so i probably fly at the wrong time (as if it wasn't for this forum, I would've put a lot of you on the list as well )

MISFITS. NEED I SAY MORE

[*M]VonHuLK wrote: Ok a short story, or example, OK, It's a RANT.
Most of us get up Monday morning, go to work and stay there how ever many hours we have to. We repeat this proccess 5 times to get to the weekend. hoping to have some peace and quiet for 2 days. Last night I get a phone call from "The Boss". "Hey, they are having a problem with one of the bearings", So.... Long story short, I am back at work SAVING THE DAY. I need to be home melting into my couch, or killing reds. Anything other than being here. At least I am getting double time. Oof

Morning fellas, been a rough week for the Comet. My wife went to look after my grandmother this past week because her regular nurse is on vacation. I thought, great! A whole week of flying and racking up points and no grief! I flew Monday and that was about it. Caught a cold that's getting progressively worse by the day...I managed to get through the work week somehow but this morning I feel worse than I can remember! Head's plugged up, light hurts my eyes, no balance while walking...and cough cough cough! I fully expected one of my lungs to come out!

Anyways fellas, keep the reds in check for me while I am in sick bay. Hope to try to get a game in sometime this weekend...

yucky blech...

[*M]VonHuLK wrote: Ok a short story, or example, OK, It's a RANT.
Most of us get up Monday morning, go to work and stay there how ever many hours we have to. We repeat this proccess 5 times to get to the weekend. hoping to have some peace and quiet for 2 days. Last night I get a phone call from "The Boss". "Hey, they are having a problem with one of the bearings", So.... Long story short, I am back at work SAVING THE DAY. I need to be home melting into my couch, or killing reds. Anything other than being here. At least I am getting double time. Oof

Lol, same thing happened to me last weekend. 2:30 in the morning I get a call from security that the water tanks for my humidifiers is overflowing. My wife was out of town, and I have two kids, so I couldn't go rushing down there. Had to walk a security officer through the procedures to shut off the correct pumps without bringing the building to a standstill. Went down first thing in the morning with the kids in tow and found out that it was a bad pressure transducer. A part that would take at least a week to get in. Grrrr... Put a band-aid on the problem and dragged the kids down later in the afternoon. Oddly enough, the damn thing fixed itself! I really don't like it when that happens. Sometimes I think my building is haunted.

Husky Dog {WP**} wrote:

[*M]VonHuLK wrote: Ok a short story, or example, OK, It's a RANT.
Most of us get up Monday morning, go to work and stay there how ever many hours we have to. We repeat this proccess 5 times to get to the weekend. hoping to have some peace and quiet for 2 days. Last night I get a phone call from "The Boss". "Hey, they are having a problem with one of the bearings", So.... Long story short, I am back at work SAVING THE DAY. I need to be home melting into my couch, or killing reds. Anything other than being here. At least I am getting double time. Oof

Lol, same thing happened to me last weekend. 2:30 in the morning I get a call from security that the water tanks for my humidifiers is overflowing. My wife was out of town, and I have two kids, so I couldn't go rushing down there. Had to walk a security officer through the procedures to shut off the correct pumps without bringing the building to a standstill. Went down first thing in the morning with the kids in tow and found out that it was a bad pressure transducer. A part that would take at least a week to get in. Grrrr... Put a band-aid on the problem and dragged the kids down later in the afternoon. Oddly enough, the damn thing fixed itself! I really don't like it when that happens. Sometimes I think my building is haunted.

I think your flux capacitor may be going bad. Check back in (to ) the future for more work arounds if you run out of fuel.

Barf

Oh how I hate this thing! Cannot wait to pin it to the target wall out back. Thinking this will be a nice target for the .17!
Gotta raise the freaking block to the setting while keeping the little block on the right between the arrows.
At least 5 times a day for 15 minutes. Chest feels fine until I use this torture device!
Forget water boarding, use this thing at Gitmo and everybody will start talking! Therapy they call it. I have a different name for it, but won't tell you out of respect for others. Will tell you it's a few words long and some start wit GDMFPOS torture device!

[M]Comet wrote: Morning fellas, been a rough week for the Comet. My wife went to look after my grandmother this past week because her regular nurse is on vacation. I thought, great! A whole week of flying and racking up points and no grief! I flew Monday and that was about it. Caught a cold that's getting progressively worse by the day...I managed to get through the work week somehow but this morning I feel worse than I can remember! Head's plugged up, light hurts my eyes, no balance while walking...and cough cough cough! I fully expected one of my lungs to come out!

Anyways fellas, keep the reds in check for me while I am in sick bay. Hope to try to get a game in sometime this weekend...

yucky blech...

Brother Comet, don't let it get out of hand! Get to a Doc and get some antibiotics! Trust me, being stubborn can have a bad side effect!
Hope you feel better soon!
Too bad we don't live closer, got tons of stuff to make you feel better!

[M]Skyripper wrote:

[*M]VonHuLK wrote:

[*M]bzerkbzerk wrote: It is Friday and I decided to throw up my double selection, guess who she is? No cheating please, no google searching etc..

My zebra edition.

I know one is Betty Page, the bottom one I don't know.

Bottom pic Yvonne DeCarlo??

Betty Paige omg she's so hot

[*M]VonHuLK wrote: Ok a short story, or example, OK, It's a RANT.
Most of us get up Monday morning, go to work and stay there how ever many hours we have to. We repeat this proccess 5 times to get to the weekend. hoping to have some peace and quiet for 2 days. Last night I get a phone call from "The Boss". "Hey, they are having a problem with one of the bearings", So.... Long story short, I am back at work SAVING THE DAY. I need to be home melting into my couch, or killing reds. Anything other than being here. At least I am getting double time. Oof

A late night call out got me involved in a drive by shooting once upon a time. About midnight in shreveport LA, phone rings it the boss. System tripped at the px at barksdale afb. Had to drive across Shreveport and bo city through the worst part of town. Stopped for a light and a car pulls up beside me. As light changes the car hammers it and i see the back window come down, a hand comes out holding something and before i could think to move the little shirtazz sprayed my whole truck with a can of silly string! They hauled butt out of sight and i nearly fell out the truck i was so surprised and a bit relieved.

Ok today's top question prize goes to the wife .as I cracked a beer she asks do you really have to drink a beer ?
My response was yes!!!!!!
Then she asked why
My response was because I like it !!!!!!!!

So far damage estimates are running into the hundreds of dollars from this massive quake earlier today

[M]Skyripper wrote: Oh how I hate this thing! Cannot wait to pin it to the target wall out back. Thinking this will be a nice target for the .17!
Gotta raise the freaking block to the setting while keeping the little block on the right between the arrows.
At least 5 times a day for 15 minutes. Chest feels fine until I use this torture device!
Forget water boarding, use this thing at Gitmo and everybody will start talking! Therapy they call it. I have a different name for it, but won't tell you out of respect for others. Will tell you it's a few words long and some start wit GDMFPOS torture device!

Look on the bright side brother, when your done with that it makes a great err umm Never mind I'll just go now..

[*M]TBUILT wrote:

[M]Skyripper wrote: Oh how I hate this thing! Cannot wait to pin it to the target wall out back. Thinking this will be a nice target for the .17!
Gotta raise the freaking block to the setting while keeping the little block on the right between the arrows.
At least 5 times a day for 15 minutes. Chest feels fine until I use this torture device!
Forget water boarding, use this thing at Gitmo and everybody will start talking! Therapy they call it. I have a different name for it, but won't tell you out of respect for others. Will tell you it's a few words long and some start wit GDMFPOS torture device!

Look on the bright side brother, when your done with that it makes a great err umm Never mind I'll just go now..

HAHAHAHAHA!! Never crossed my mind!!