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Hey guys, any of you remember playing the Jane's Combat Sims? Well I was looking for anyone that has the original, Jane's AH-64D Longbow, not Longbow 2, but the very first one. The one that has really old graphics but was still fun as hell when it was out. Now the reason I ask if anyone has this game is because of a catchy tune on it. If anyone has noticed, like me, there is a great rock song playing in the background of the main menu. It sorta starts off with military style drums, then gets into some really funky electric guitar. Its a masterpiece. But the only problem is, I can't listen to it, and I'm on a mac. So if anyone has the capability to rip the song or record it and wrap it into a .wav file or an .mp3, I'd greatly appreciate it. Thanx fellas.

Is it possible for me to successfully install and run OFP on Mac. If so please tell me. Thanx

Hey i got a problem here. Whenever i press the M key to bring up my map, OFP sometimes crashes to the desktop. Any1 else had the same problem? Cause i need help.

Yeah I downloaded that, but i don't know what the hell i'm supposed to do. Wish they put a detailed readme with it. If u know exactly how to use it i'd appreciate it.

Hey, i was just wondering if any1 had any info about a program i can use that will enable me to play ofp campaigns with diff. units. For instance, I was hoping that I could play the Ranger Path Campaign with Laser's Ranger's or HYK soldiers instead. Is their a wizard utility which will simply enable me to change the required addons of a mission. If so, i'd greatly appreciate it. Thanx

Thanks 4 readin' Gadger

Hey, is there a way to incorporate the Unscripted War grass into this MOD. If so it would be really cool. Some1 please reply if they have an answer. Thanx

Every1 my friend.

Okay Tomislav, here is the error i get Error Loading data3d\vysilacka.p3d (magic) or Error Loading data3d\zuni.p3d (magic) I get a couple of more that say Error Loading so and so p3d file. If u have an answer as to what the hell this means it would help me out. Thanx Tomi

Sorry about that. I was playing the original OFP campaign and some cutscenes didn't play because it said I was missing some p3d files, can't remember what they were off the top of my head, sorry. But the missions and gameplay run just fine. I just like watching the cutscenes and little interruptions like that take away from the whole MOD experience. That's why I'm a little po'ed here. Thanks for your help though.

Hey guys its me again and THANK GOD. The MOD WORKS! YES! But i just got one tintsy, wintsy problem. Some of the cutscenes don't play because the game can't load specific p3d files. If any1 has an answer 2 this problem, i'd really appreciate it. Thanx yall.

Hey guys i've tried what you've said and i've gotten 1 step closer to success. But i'm still confused. Did U create a totally new group of folders or did you actually install the pack into your original OFP directory? I created a new directory and installed it there. OK, so I click on the new shortcut i created and then this message pops up saying c8x magazines.pbo requires 'BIS_Resistance' addon something. Then the custom GUI appears but with no words, no soldiers moving, nothing, except the water. I must be an idiot or something, but i've tried everything. Please if sum1 has an answer i'd appreciate it. Thanx again

Yeah, i love writing. I was just hopin' i could gather all the creative minds and writers in the OFP community and form a really live topic. I guess you've read my stuff already. Thanks for reading it. Anyway, I really believe this could be a great flowing topic if people just post stuff they've written. And Breaker please feel free to post some more stuff. Your stuff is da bomb. Spread the word to. Thanks man.

Yeah, i love writing. I was just hopin' i could gather all the creative minds and writers in the OFP community and form a really live topic. I guess you've read my stuff already. Thanks for reading it. Anyway, I really believe this could be a great flowing topic if people just post stuff they've written. And Breaker please feel free to post some more stuff. Your stuff is da bomb. Spread the word to. Thanks man.

The Beginning The year is 1941 and Germany is at the peak of its military plight. Europe has been conquered, with the war in North Africa raging on. The Afrika Korps waged heated battles against American and British forces. War in North Africa was turning into a stalemate. A weapon, that could destroy the allies needed to be developed. Germany wanted a tool that could change the tide of war in North Africa. In the heart of Fort Scherzman, a secret German weapons facility, scientists began work on a deadly agent with purpose of killing millions. For two months Nazi scientists worked day and night to combine chemicals and biological germ strains that could kill in seconds. Finally, German scientists achieved the impossible, creating a chemical and biological agent that could withstand any natural environment. The new weapon was tested on a near German village and killed everyone. Captured French resistance operatives were also victims of this deadly weapon. Results were promising to the Germans and they began to think the war could be won. The Luftwaffe began working with the scientists to develop a suitable delivery platform for the weapon. More extensive tests were done. Stuka dive bombers dropped a couple of small scale weapons on a town in France. A large cloud lingered over the town for three days, no one survived. As a safety measure, the Germans firebombed the area along with a neutralizing chemical to sanitize the area. Scientists soon began to realize that explosions simply enhanced the lethality and spread of the new agent. Due to this discovery, methods to increase the range and spread of the agent cloud were explored. More and more tests were conducted and the data received was promising. Germany was now in possession of a deadly super-weapon. Hitler later received information about the success of the weapon. Immediately, he ordered them to be sent to the North African theater. He wanted the allies to be defeated, even at the cost of German soldiers. A long journey ensued as six of these deadly weapons were moved by train from Germany to Italy. Then the weapons were transferred to a boat that soon arrived at an undisclosed port in Tunisia. In no time at all, German Opel Blitz cargo trucks began delivering the weapons to a nearby air force base. Shortly thereafter, the bombs were loaded onto He-111 bombers, which were busy refueling at the time. During that day the weather conditions started to deteriorate. At first Luftwaffe commanders refused to let the planes take off. But a direct order from the leader of the Third Reich himself overruled the base commander’s decision. Against all his rationale thinking the commander ordered the planes to take off into a torrential sandstorm extending for miles. One by one six planes took from the airfield. Two almost crashed into the ground but quickly gained enough altitude. The bombers headed east towards allied forces encamped at El Haseiat, Libya. Visibility was horrible and the pilots had no idea why their commander ordered them to fly. Three hours passed while in the air and the pilots began wondering where they were. As the storm continued the bombers were deviating further and further from their course. “I can’t see a fluch thing in this storm.†The lead pilot said to his co-pilot. “And I don’t think this thing can hold up much longer.†Replied the co-pilot. The He-111s bounced, shook, and rattled through the strong winds. Brown dust constantly bombarded the view from the cockpit. It looked like a brown abyss outside, nothing in sight. Cockpit instruments clattered and clipboards moved to and fro as the pilots tried to maintain formation and control of their aircraft. Inside the airplanes the pilots wobbled in their seats as the rapid moving aircraft tried to counter the hammering wind. Everyone could barely make out the other’s plane in the thick, opaque dust. None of these pilots had ever faced a sandstorm of this magnitude. Bits and grains of sand looked drops of rain. The clouds were dense and opaque like the murky waters of a swamp. Things were hard enough for the pilots in the lead plane. Nothing could possibly get any worse. “Scheiße! Our left engine is cutting off!†Co-pilot reported. “It seems that way!†Lead pilot grumbled as he wrestled with the control stick. The medium bomber moved erratically from left to right. Using all of his strength the pilot tried to fight the aircraft’s tendency to roll to the left. “Altitude?!†Lead pilot asked. “Uh… What the hell?!†Co-pilot said with a puzzled look on his face. “What do you mean Hans!? I need numbers!†“Sorry Dieter, but this altitude gage is broken!†“How can it be busted?!†“These readings aren’t correct!†“Well, what do they say?!†Taking a quick look at the altitude gage, the co-pilot noticed the arrow was moving quickly from one hundred to twenty meters. “It quickly switches from twenty to one hundred meters! The damned thing is broken!†Quickly, the lead pilot tried to set his bearings. He had no idea if he was heading in the right direction. Vertigo could have taken over already and he would not have even known, not with the storm keeping up the way it was. Then, in the distance, the lead pilot noticed something slowly emerging out of the storm. “We must be getting close to something! Don’t know what it is!†Lead pilot noted. “Could be an aircraft.†Co-pilot said. Suddenly, the pilot noticed something horribly wrong. “THAT’S A MOUNTAIN! WE GOT TO PULL UP!†Lead pilot yelled. There was little time for the pilot to react. The towering peaks appeared suddenly, like ghosts. It was useless to try and save the aircraft now. In a sudden moment the left wing clipped the side of the mountain. Automatically, it rolled upside down, hurtling to the rocky bottom. One of the other pilots saw the lead plane plunge down. Suddenly, the peaks appeared causing the pilot to panic. On reflex, he banked the aircraft to the right unaware of the other He-111 off his wingtip. Both planes violently collided, forcing each other into a flat spin. Not noticing what just happened, the pilots of the remaining three aircraft continued to fly straight ahead, scraping the deadly peaks. Two of the bombers immediately nose dived. Lifelessly gliding ahead, the last plane eventually ripped apart as it tore through the sand at high speed. Some of the wreckage caught on fire. But most of the flames were quickly suppressed by the blowing sand and wind. No pilot managed to survive the crashes, in spite of the fact that their bodies were remarkably intact. The crashed aircraft were scattered all over the Hoggar Mountain range in southern Algeria. Miraculously, the deadly payload of the bombers survived, unscathed by the turbulent crashes. Hours later, Luftwaffe radio operators stopped trying to contact the lost bombers. They feared that the aircraft may have been shot down by British fighters or went down in the nasty sandstorm. Either outcome proved unfavorable, at least for the base commander. Hitler would be furious upon hearing the bad news. Unable to decide on telling German High Command the specifics the base commander started to get nervous. Sitting in his leather office chair, the base commander looked around his office and began pondering. Twelve, brave, skilled pilots just died and an extremely deadly payload was missing. Things couldn’t have gotten any worse. He got up from his chair and took a look at the runway through blinds on the window behind him. The storm just let up he noticed. In the distance he could see a line of Me-109 fighters parked just right of the runway. Sunlight peered through the blinds and shined on the commander’s brown desk. Looking back at his desk, revealed scattered papers, some of them dealing with flight operation due to take place later in the day. All kinds of other junk, pens, pencils, rulers littered the desk, reflecting on the base commander’s lack of organization. Things did not look good for him at the moment. Trying to calm down he lit a cigarette, a Marlboro ironically. As he blew smoke from his nostrils he sunk down in his chair. Thoughts raced back and forth causing him to sweat. Horrible images passed his mind. Hitler would definitely have him killed for failing. Images of he and his family being shot by a firing squad kept appearing and he could not shake them off. Dying in such a way would be disgraceful, especially for a decorated German flight commander. Realizing his options of life were limited he started to contemplate suicide. At least if he committed suicide, he would not have to die at the hands of a madman. Hopefully his family would be spared because he took his own life. But that really didn’t make much sense. The commander failed to realize that his thoughts were getting irrational. But he was terrified of what the Third Reich could do to him. They could kill him; they could torture him, all because he had failed. Why had they commanded him to send planes into a dangerous sandstorm? Didn’t they know the risk involved? They were the fools. But who would listen to this commander’s complaints. After all he was just a mere man in the Third Reich’s supposed majesty. There was nothing he could do and upon realizing this he reached for the gray Lugar pistol resting in the upper left hand corner of his desk. Slowly he brought the weapon up to his face and began to look at it. His hands started trembling and suddenly turned to ice. The gun in his hand started to feel like it weighed hundreds of pounds. This was turning into a circus act, the commander felt. A strong wave of sadness overcame the man. Thoughts of his family and his life rushed by him causing his eyes to water. Then, his emotions went cold like the steel of the pistol in his hands. Looking down the barrel of pistol he resolved to put the gun in his mouth. A second later he squeezed the trigger, scattering his brains all over the windowpane behind his desk.