I fantasize being a Japanese kamikaze pilot in WW2. Taking off with my Ki-45 heavy fighter, packed with bombs, then flown off from long waves of water, nervously approaching what seems to be tiny dots on the horizon.
It's a carrier and battleship group. My plane is getting shot by 40mm BOFOR from those amerifags, time to dive on them!
As my plane is getting shot to pieces, my canopy smashed with holes of fragments, I dive down with the strongest strength I can make of.
In a moment, I released my 500kg bomb. TENNOHEIKA BANZAI! Then the world ends in front of me.
I look around and notice the sight of a carrier ship being on fire and followed by explosions. My body is floating in the skies.
I close my eyes, and the next thing I see is a sight of a newspaper. 500 chads slayed by kamikaze.
It's a carrier and battleship group. My plane is getting shot by 40mm BOFOR from those amerifags, time to dive on them!
As my plane is getting shot to pieces, my canopy smashed with holes of fragments, I dive down with the strongest strength I can make of.
In a moment, I released my 500kg bomb. TENNOHEIKA BANZAI! Then the world ends in front of me.
I look around and notice the sight of a carrier ship being on fire and followed by explosions. My body is floating in the skies.
I close my eyes, and the next thing I see is a sight of a newspaper. 500 chads slayed by kamikaze.
