Notice how Lt. Lock complements me on the killing shot. He was drooling all over me. I am so awesome.
Then I wen to manhattan. At newark station, a weapon dealer was floating around. he was quite rude.
He insulted me on several occasions. But I did notice some faults in his craft.
- 1 of his taillights was broken
- the shade of his lights was 1 tint too light
- he had a stolen garden statue glued to his bow
- he had a trashcan with a turret glued on top of it dusctaped to the hull
- he smelled
- the windows on his bridge were dirty
- the bottom fin was 30 cm too long
- he smelled
I suggest the LPI hunts him down and fines him to no end. I'm not being bitter here, no sirree.
After that I got a call form J. Adams, an Universal bomber pilot. some Rogue bomber was being nasty in Californa. So we went there and chased him away from the lanes.
Then I proceeded back to New York, where 2 Rogue Gunboats were tearing stuff up near the colorado gate. I hopped in my bomber and went over there. After verbally abusing them, they left the lanes alone and ran.