epox

Agreed! Never too old.

Old 17th player

Woo yipee!

nt

Cencil, you were good in that ship. But it WAS a ridiculous ship.

HOOAH FEROCE!

HOOAH Feroce!

I love it the way it is now. When spiders could attach with just one green they'd just continue to burst-kami until the objective was taken and then switch back to their regular ships. That was REALLY annoying. The current settings fixed that.

Nice ideas Toarn.

Don't hang around large piles of mines and/or make a macro warning fellow defenders.

It's a good rule.

I love 17th and I haven't given up on it. Stay optimistic!

rofl premier

(bump hehe) Awesome ideas, Mak. I hope the map is still up when I get back into the game this month or next so I can check it out; it sounds great and the settings are just how us 17th fogies remember them. Again, great job buddy.

As long as the jav doesn't change too drastically and the weasel doesnt go back to the one-hit kill bombs I think the setings are in good shape overall.

Howdy T-bone

Do you still own the record for recs, Bran?

Agreed, everything but deaths. That's a great idea, Cencil. You ARE good for something!

Never made a poll before, felt like doing one.

Well that stinks, Akai. You were fun to play with. Where do you play now?

How about private freqs, Venom?

You can turn those off in options, kent.

Sorry this is a bit late! NURPLES! You're an extremely cool guy and 17th won't be the same without you. Good luck to you, maybe we'll meet in Iraq.

lol pern

A faded-yellow and grey javelin streaks across the stars and makes it's way to the parking lot of Manus' bar. The starlight reveals hundreds of scratches, rips and holes on the outside hull of the ship like battle scars of an aging veteran. With a screetch of it's tires and a puff of black smoke the javelin limps into one of the repair docks and the -*BAD WORD*-pit hisses open. A slender blonde man of about twenty-two years hops out dressed in a newly-issued, freshly-pressed Air Force blue uniform and adjusts his flight cap, just slightly tilted to the right. A ship technician steps out of his office holding a clipboard. The airman tosses his keys to him and grins, slightly embarrased at the condition of his ship. "Just a bit rusty is all, I'll be back to my old self in no-time." "Not a problem, we've seen much worse. Your name, sir?" the tech asks. "Epox" the airmen replies and with a nod the tech scitters off to start his work. Epox glances over his ship for a moment and sighs, "Rusty I am indeed" he mumbles. He turns around toward the bar, dusts off his blues, adjusts his ribbons and strolls confidently inside with a swagger common among new airmen. As he passes the door's threshold he removes his cap and tucks it into his belt. He glances around the facility and compares it to the old joint he frequented so long ago. He nods thoughtfully and grins to himself. He watches the patrons for a moment or two, looking for any he might recognize from the old days. He suddenly regrets ever leaving his old hunting ground and home to pursue a career in the Air Force but reminds himself he just misses his friends and that he made the right decision. It was definitely time to do something. He listens to the familiar rants and insults from the crowd as they argue and fight with one another and his grin grows to a smile; how he's missed the pilots of 17th! Epox makes his way to the bar and perches on a stool, looking around for his old friend Manus. "Bounty race ya to a thousand, old-timer!" he says with a smirk.