When i first got fs2 in early 2000, i played about half the game, and came back to it later. I brought fs2 to my friends house, and he kept failing the training sessions. I was like you gotta do what they tell you so you learn how to play, he was like what? He said he wanted to do the training mission, but he was just being retarded and would never stop shooting the instructor. I quickly realized this is a game where you have to do what you're told. If alpha one is told by command to take out the beams of a sath pretty much by himself well then a1 better gosh darn go on that kind of a suicide mission while saying **** you command in your head...otherwise you fail the mission with a court martial or something.
So yeah when i heard dive dive dive. Dive = down in my head at the time so i dove while hitting my burners. Hell you get the impression that you warped in right in front of a huge ass ship about to warp out anyway pretty good. But, i was a hood ornament several other times when i replayed that mission (i like that mission a lot, and i didn't dive fast enough the other times
). Btw what's with everyone pulling up on first instinct when told to dive? Now that i find odd
Was eating cereal when I heard the "DIVE DIVE DIVE", promptly remembered, grabbed the stick and dove like a mad man. Survived but had to quit playing because I had spilled milk and cinammon toast crunch all over my clothes.
Reminds me of when i was like 4, and my brother was 6, and he was pooring milk on his cereal. So i tickled him in the armpit and he spilled half a gallon of milk. He got mad, and i was laughing, and really i just wanted to see what would happen, and it was funny. That was a lot of milk on the floor