So I got bored and decided to write a flight simmers version of the 23rd Psalm... (with a reference to my bestie copperhead)
The simulator is my Shepherd; I shall not abuse.
It maketh me to fly down in sharp canyons:
It leadeth me beside the still tankers.
It restoreth my CPU:
It leadeth me in the paths of my GPS for It's name' sake.
Yea, though I fly through the valley of the shadow of trolls,
I will fear no noob: For thou art with me;
Thy joystick and thy keyboard, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a moniter before me in the presence of mine lunchables;
Thou annointest my mouse with angry clicks; My chatlog runneth over.
Surely jet fuel and WiFi shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the mind of Copperhead forever.