C.E.J. Pacian presents the world's first liquid-fuelled rocket-blog: trapped in a hyperbolic orbit to nowhere in particular.
Classic Game: Wing Commander
A scan from the famous 'Claw Marks' manual. My copy now smells strange, probably because the staples are rusty.
I'm wondering whether Maniac was my least favourite wingman. He was at least my second least favourite, always biting more off than he could chew and often ending up dead, but at least he didn't turn tail and run at the first scratch on his armour like the mind-bogglingly inappropriately nicknamed Knight.