IamRascal
07-02-2003, 08:47 AM
There are many reavers like it, but this one is mine.
My Radar sucks, but I'm ok with that now.
Ammo is not expendable, 250 shots is never enough, and the trunk is just slightly to small to carry sufficient ammo so it shall be carried on your person at all times, all we gotta do is stip off the 2 boxes to the right and weld them onto the bottom, but Dr. Moopface will kill us with that new pulsar thing if we don't watchout.
If you should survive long enough to reload I hope you also remembered to bring a repair gun with you. Oh..... ya that means you have to make an extra trip to the supply console after you get your reaver.
What? you expect them to come ready to fly. :p
But wait a second, that's right, you forgot to lock your reaver,as some aol 12 year old escapes in your baby. :eek:, so now you have to wait for your cooldown time to get a new one, but you have your repair gun now :D
Ok, so maybe there are a lot like it, and maybe it's general property, but..but... stay with me for a second.
Ok, you've got your Reaver, that is like many others, but now it smells like you so we'll call that a marking for now.
So you've got some good straffing runs going, and then the dreaded feared evil yellow and blue satan spawn emerges from the tower with his AA Max it glares at you winks and then starts firing....it doesn't stop it's relentless, and no matter how many rockets you fire at it, it won't die until in desperation you crash your beautifull (well it was till it got shot up by satans child) reaver into the mulling hulk only to your dismay that it is still alive.
You hack the door and run upstairs only to find that some damn cloaker beat you to the kill and lit his arse up like a christmas tree with those multicolored lights in a earily repetitive pattern, you draw your weapond and point it at the damn light bending bastard, regain your composure put it away and remember you'll get him someday, someday he will be yours, and the AA will die, oh... it will die.
My Name is Rascal2, and I'm a reaver pilot, this is my story.
Just one of the many jobs in an empire of 1.
My Radar sucks, but I'm ok with that now.
Ammo is not expendable, 250 shots is never enough, and the trunk is just slightly to small to carry sufficient ammo so it shall be carried on your person at all times, all we gotta do is stip off the 2 boxes to the right and weld them onto the bottom, but Dr. Moopface will kill us with that new pulsar thing if we don't watchout.
If you should survive long enough to reload I hope you also remembered to bring a repair gun with you. Oh..... ya that means you have to make an extra trip to the supply console after you get your reaver.
What? you expect them to come ready to fly. :p
But wait a second, that's right, you forgot to lock your reaver,as some aol 12 year old escapes in your baby. :eek:, so now you have to wait for your cooldown time to get a new one, but you have your repair gun now :D
Ok, so maybe there are a lot like it, and maybe it's general property, but..but... stay with me for a second.
Ok, you've got your Reaver, that is like many others, but now it smells like you so we'll call that a marking for now.
So you've got some good straffing runs going, and then the dreaded feared evil yellow and blue satan spawn emerges from the tower with his AA Max it glares at you winks and then starts firing....it doesn't stop it's relentless, and no matter how many rockets you fire at it, it won't die until in desperation you crash your beautifull (well it was till it got shot up by satans child) reaver into the mulling hulk only to your dismay that it is still alive.
You hack the door and run upstairs only to find that some damn cloaker beat you to the kill and lit his arse up like a christmas tree with those multicolored lights in a earily repetitive pattern, you draw your weapond and point it at the damn light bending bastard, regain your composure put it away and remember you'll get him someday, someday he will be yours, and the AA will die, oh... it will die.
My Name is Rascal2, and I'm a reaver pilot, this is my story.
Just one of the many jobs in an empire of 1.