World Of Warplanes 2v2 ANNIHILATION: I Flew the P-40 So Hard It Needs Therapy

Step aside, so called aces—there’s a new sheriff in the sky, and I'm flying a P-40 with the confidence of a caffeinated thunder god.

This wasn't a dogfight. It was a highlight reel wearing goggles. My enemies didn’t lose—they were politely escorted out of the sky by sheer dominance. The P-40 Warhawk? Just the vessel. The real weapon… was me.

Witness:

Tactical brilliance (accidental lucky shots)

Fearless aggression (I forgot the brake key)

Flawless flying (don't check the replay)

I didn’t win the 2v2—I redefined aerial superiority. Planes weep. Clouds part. Enemies uninstall. Buckle up, because you’re about to watch aviation history get melted in real time.

Viewer discretion advised: Contains excessive awesomeness and the sound of egos breaking at 7,000 feet.

Lighten up Francis! Its called Humor. Come join the FUN!