Now now, boys, play nicely, let's not get possessive. It matters that we know what kind of stunts we are capable of pulling off, and that's awesome and enough.
Suffice it to say, what matters most is being a good sport about things, no matter who wins and who loses, and it's like that a lot of times.
What does ruin it somewhat, of course, are the people who behave like horses' rear ends and come swarming in their little fleets-o'-doom.
That doesn't matter, though, 'cause we can keep up with all of them with our own pilots.
To all honorable enemies, who are, beside that, also our friends, extreme kudos.
To all others, merely my sympathies.
As for reports, well, we all know everyone does try to embellish stuff somewhat.:P
Some of our guys do keep tabs of how many times they've died and all the wonders they've shot down. If any of them want to, I think it'd be good if they published their bad, or good, whatever they may be, stats.
I can tell you myself that I don't keep count, but I've died more times than there's pennies in a pound, but I've shot down my fair share. Don't really know if it's a positive ratio, but who really cares.
I prefer getting wholesomely pummeled by the RoS, like in the good old days(Boys, keep up the good work wherever you, that is, we, since I still count myself one of ya, may go.), the 101st (Haugh!) or the SOB (Hola!:P), or some of those awesome indies out there(Can't name any, not 'cause there's not any, on the contrary, but because I've been outta the game for too long and am a bit lost among the names), than sowing terror among groups of random cheap-shot-taking guys.
So to bring this little ode to my enemies to a close:
See you out there, you bastards! (Love ya.)
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