pilot dogs

[bongodriver]

Originally Posted by pstyle

In addition to Dogs, and Wives/ girlfriends I would also like to see the opportunity for pilots based near good pheasant country to take the 12 gauge out between sorties and get some birds.

I can see potential with the game feature of driveable vehicles to have a 'blast' driving around in one of the classic MG sports cars they all apparently had and blasting phesants with the shotty from the drivers seat.

[raaaid]

what atracts me to wwii over wwi is my recurrent dreams as experten

but the best part of those dreams are outside flying

i was obsessed by wwii pilots by age 6

[Tavingon]

Maybe we could feed them when we land like a digimon?

[SiThSpAwN]

Can I throw my dog at a 109?

[SiThSpAwN]

OMG, the damn Blues!! Why does the German Shepard out turn my English Setter!!!!

[Friendly_flyer]

If not dogs, the possibility of adding a girlfriend picture in the cockpit would be nice. There are some IL2 1946-mods that allows that I think, so in theory it should be possible.

[lonewulf]

In WWII, many pilot and aircrew wizit brothel and do dirty sexy business with girls there. Can we have brothel in the game?

And anyway, who said a G/S out-turns an E/S. Not according to my graphs m8!

[BH_woodstock]

Originally Posted by raaaid

what atracts me to wwii over wwi is my recurrent dreams as experten

but the best part of those dreams are outside flying

i was obsessed by wwii pilots by age 6

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JPstEwwj93U

lmao yer nuckin futz man...hehehehehe


Snake eye's!!!

[BH_woodstock]

@bongodriver

nice elf!!

[mazex]

Originally Posted by bongodriver

I can see potential with the game feature of driveable vehicles to have a 'blast' driving around in one of the classic MG sports cars they all apparently had and blasting phesants with the shotty from the drivers seat.

Mmm, an MG would be nice - but the Mercedes W125 would be better I just love that 1937 race car that had more horsepower than F1 cars had until the 80:ies... Top speed of 320 km/h and no downforce at all. The classic press qoute by Rodney Walkerley from the 1937 Donnington GP says it all:

"Away beyond the woods we heard the approaching scream of a well-tuned E.R.A. and down the winding slope towards us came Raymond Mays. He changed down, braked, skirted round the Hairpin and was gone. "There's the winner," remarked one of my friends. "Knows this course backwards." Half a minute later came the deeper note of a 2.9-litre Maserati, and "B. Bira" (Prince Birabongse of Siam, Mays’ nearest rival and a new star in the racing firmament) shot past us, cornering with that precision which marked him as the master he was. "Or him," said another. We waited again. Then they came. Far away in the distance we heard an angry, deep-throated roaring – as someone once remarked, like hungry lions impatient for the arena. A few moments later, Manfred von Brauchitsch, red helmeted, brought a great, silver projectile snaking down the hill, and close behind, his teammate Rudolf Caracciola, then at the height of his great career. The two cars took the hairpin, von Brauchitsch almost sideways, and rocketed away out of sight with long plumes of rubber smoke trailing from their huge rear tyres, in a deafening crash of sound. The startled Pressmen gazed at each other, awe-struck. "Strewth," gasped one of them, "so that's what they're like!" That was what they were like."

But a dog would be OK too