I once had a nightmare where I was saving WTF.COM from emo kids, and we were duking it out in space, FreeSpace 2 style.
BRiT and Jason flew destroyers, the mods flew cruisers, and us regulars flew fighters.
I was flying a Loki, one of them fancy fast recon ships with no offensive capability and crappy hull and shields.
But hey, they're fast

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On my intercom, I hear BRiT say:
"Incoming jump signature! Emo Configuration!"
Three wings of the most generic looking spacefighters I've ever seen warp in. Instead of lasers and missles, they shot out out tears and knives.
They shot a few, missed all of us, then they all randomly blew up at once.
BRiT comes over the intercom again:
"We're detecting multiple inbound craft with emo configurations. Renforcements are on their way. Please stand by."
All of a sudden, 20 1988 Jeep Grand Cherokees warp in, and they have no shields, just a naked hull.
I have the Kayser lasers, the most powerful ones in game.
Can't damage it.
I get missle lock, I shoot out two Harpoon missles at once, still nothing.
All of a sudden...
"WHUM WHUM WHUM WHUM WHUM"
My missle lock warning light is going berserk, somebody's getting a lock on me.
All of a sudden, TFC_Pyro comes on the intercom and yells, at the top of his lungs:
"ON YOUR SIX! ON YOUR SIX!
"OH SHIT!" I yell out of pure fear.
Then...
"WHUM WHUM WHUM BREAA BREAA BREAA BREAA!"
FUCK! Four Hornet missles are right on my tail...
"BRENGHT!"
"BRENGHT!"
"BRENGHT! BRENGHT!"
"BRENGHT! BRENGHT! BRENGHT!"
I launch countermeasures.
"BRENGHT!BRENGHT!BRENGHT!BRENGHT!BRENGHT!BRENGHT!"
"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!"
Rear shields are taken out, I have four razors stuck in my hull.
My hull integrity is at 31%. I see my life flash before my eyes.
I put all my shield energy in my rear quadrant to save my ass, then put all my reactors energy into my shield system, and thumb the burners.
120...140...150........160 Meters a second! Top speed! Fucker can't catch me.
I see my laser warning light go off. He has me in his sights.
"TZEEW! TZEEW! TZEEW! TZEEW!"
No more rear shield. Before I can react...
"TZEEW!"
SHIT! Sensors: 0%. Weapons: 0%. Nav: 12%.
Hull:
14%.
In a last ditch move, I try to warp out. No good. Nav subsystem is almost dead.
"TZEEW!"
"BUGHUW! TSEEEEESHHHHWWWWWWWWWW...."
My engines sputtered their last breath. 0%. Comm: 0%.
My ships hull is at 9%, and it's a vegetable.
But for some reason, he breaks off his attack.
"THANK GOD!"
I call in a support ship.
BRiT: "Deploying support ship now. Please stand by."
The little thing pops up in my HUD:
SUPPORT: Warping in...Busy...Dock in: 19...18...17...16...15...14...13...12...11..10..9.8...7.65432....1...
SUPPORT: DOCKED...REARMING.
"PSSSSHEEEEEW! RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRR!
YEAH! MY SUBSYSTEMS ARE WORKING

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" Click...click...click...click...click...click"
SUPPORT: Done.
"Rearming complete sir, you're good to go!"
I take another crack at the assholes. Still can't hurt 'em.
At this point, I say, "Fuck it."
"I'm gonna cheat."
"You requested this sire?"
What the fuck?! Out of nowhere, a keyboard pops out from under my dash.
"Sweet!"
Shift+~
www.freespace2.com
CHEATS ENABLED.
I target all the fuckers, and press ~+K and they all die.
Then I wake up. My heart is racing to shit.