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To Dream, to fly - adventures in flight simming
1988 - They are not pyramids! "Ground control, I have the bogey in sight." "Roger Eagle Eye, maintain visual contact, do not engage." "Copy... roger that. He's getting awful close. Hey! I think he's shooting at me!" Eagle Eye's voice went up an octave in pitch. "Yes yes, he's definitely shooting at me! Request permission to engage." "Crackle crackle.... ah... you're breaking up there Eagle Eye, say again?" "I said he is engaging, I'm under fire, request permission to engage. I AM UNDER ATTACK!" "Ah... copy that Eagle Eye, hold one." "Hold one what? I'm under attack!" Eagle Eye thought he could hear laughter over the radio. Yes, it was laughter. The bastiges were laughing at him. "OK Eagle Eye. Permission to engage." At last! Eagle Eye had managed to somehow keep track of the bandit and keep out of it's firing arc during all this chatter. A brief and furious dogfight ensued and one F-16 Falcon exploded into Atari rendered fragments. There were whistles and cheers from the spectators. "What'd you think of that?" I asked the latest visitor to my bi-weekly meet of the "Silicon Fighter Jocks". "Ah, yeah, good. Are they in Egypt? I saw pyramids." "They are not pyramids!" I replied in my most wounded tone, "... they are mountains." Photo realism was a way's off in 1988 but the one on one dogfighting in Spectrum Holobyte's Falcon was a thrill a minute. Unfortunately it was also rather lacking in features so we resorted to creating "Rules of Engagement" and putting the better flyers under "Ground Control" to provide interesting scenarios and handicaps. The scenario we had just been playing we had called imaginatively "Border Patrol". There were still no power lines, but we at least had mountains (pyramidal mountains.) |
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