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The fight

Two squadrons — CRIMSON and COBALT — battle for the golden SKY RING floating above the central island. Hold the ring to bleed points out of the sky, shoot down enemy planes for bounties, strafe the flak guns ringing the enemy base, and reach 1500 points before the round clock runs out. Crashing into the scenery is canon.

A crimson Sparrowhawk firing on a cobalt Thunderhead beside the Sky Ring's golden blocks — High noon at the SKY RING — hold it to bleed the enemy's points out of the sky.

Two crimson fighters writing white contrail threads high across a blue sky while a smoking cobalt plane tumbles below a gold kill-confirm banner reading SPARROWHAWK, Baron von Brick — **The sky remembers.** Above 900 m every plane writes contrails the whole map can read — the top cover's threads are free intel, and the bounce they warn about ends in a kill-confirm stamp: a breath of slow motion, the camera leaning after the victim, and the banner.

The end-of-round intel summary card showing a score timeline, per-team tallies and the round's top guns — When the bell rings, the **round intel card** tells the story: the score timeline, who downed whom, ships sunk, ground razed — and the round's top guns.

The land theater (new)

The third theater takes the war onto the ground. The land theater is a rolling steppe built for tank country: long grassy sightlines folded just enough to hide a hull, steep-flanked hill masses that funnel movement into passes, lakes in the valley floors, impenetrable forest blocks that stop both hulls and sightlines, and five towns whose street grids are the map's choke points — three of them are the domination zones. You crew one of four vehicles, Gunner-HEAT-PC style: the Paladin main battle tank carries a stabilized 120 mm gun behind a front plate almost nothing defeats; the Warden IFV shreds light armor with its 25 mm autocannon and wire-guides anti-tank missiles into heavy; the Whirlwind quad-20 half-track sweeps the strike planes out of the sky; and the Jackal gun truck races the flanks with a recoilless rifle that has to halt to shoot.

Every round is modeled the way treadheads want it modeled. A shell strikes a specific plate — front, side, rear, or turret — thickened by the angle it arrives at. Glancing kinetic hits ricochet; rounds that can't beat the plate shatter; penetrations roll behind-armor damage through the fighting compartment (tracks, engine, gun, crew — or the ammo rack, and the whole hull goes up); and a dart that vastly overmatches thin armor punches through and through, flying on out the far side with what's left of its energy to find whatever parked behind. Sabot penetration decays with range; HEAT doesn't care. Angle your armor, learn the weak points, and swap AP/HE (X) for the target in front of you. You're hidden until an enemy has a sightline inside your spotting range — ridgelines, treelines and town walls are real concealment — and the crew carries a full kit: field repair (R), smoke launchers (C), an artillery fire mission called on your crosshair (T), and an engine overdrive (G). Each vehicle looks through its own gunsight (Z): the Paladin's fine day sight, the Warden's amber missile optic, the Whirlwind's flak reflector rings, the Jackal's iron ring — and an unstabilized mount bounces with the hull, so the Jackal shoots from a standstill or not at all.

Two blocky main battle tanks duelling across a fold of open steppe, a sabot tracer streaking between them, a forest block and rocky hills on the horizon — **The armor duel.** Two Paladins trade sabot across a fold of the steppe — the round strikes a specific plate at a specific angle, and either bites, bounces, or punches clean through.

A tank and an infantry fighting vehicle pushing down a town's main street between blocky houses, dust rising off the lead tank's treads — **The towns are the objective.** A Paladin and Warden push the central market town's main street — three towns carry the domination zones, so every round funnels into their crossroads.

A soft-skinned gun truck tucked against a treeline firing its recoilless rifle, a main battle tank burning out on the open steppe beyond — **The Jackal's ambush.** The gun truck's HEAT round can't beat a Paladin's front plate — so it lives on the flanks, in the treelines, where the side armor is.

A quad-20mm anti-aircraft half-track hammering a strafing attack plane overhead, four tracer streams converging on it in the sky — **The Whirlwind's war.** AI strike planes hunt spotted vehicles all round long — the quad-20 half-track is the reason they don't get to do it for free.

An infantry fighting vehicle launching a wire-guided anti-tank missile, the round's motor glowing halfway to a distant tank with a thin smoke trail back to the launcher — **Riding the wire.** The Warden's missile flies where the gunner's sight points, all the way in (SACLOS) — hold the crosshair on the target and the warhead beats any plate in the game.

A knocked-out fighting vehicle burning under a storm sky, flame jetting from its hatches as its ammunition cooks off, the killer tank rolling past — **The cook-off.** A penetration that finds the ammo rack detonates the hull outright — the catastrophic kill every gunner is hunting for.

The naval theater

The fleet war is splitting off into its own game on its own map. The naval theater is open ocean — mostly sea for maneuver, strewn with low islands to fight around, and a continental coastline along the north edge. You don't fly here; you take command of a warship and sail it, World-of-Warships style. A destroyer is fast and nimble; a cruiser trades agility for armor and heavier guns; a battleship is slow and ponderous but wrapped in thick belt armor that shrugs off cruiser shells, with devastating main guns that reload at their leisure. Hulls handle like real ships: the throttle is an engine telegraph you spool up and down (no stopping on a dime), and the rudder lags and bites harder with speed — a near-stopped ship barely answers her helm, so you learn to think a ship's length ahead. The guns train independently of the bow, so you line a target up with the mouse while the hull holds its course.

A top-down tactical chart of the naval map: a continental coast across the north, open sea scattered with island clusters, range rings, and the Crimson and Cobalt put-to-sea flanks marked west and east — **The map, top down.** A continental coast to the north, open sea strewn with island cover, and the two fleets putting to sea on the west and east flanks — they steam toward each other across the central islands.

A destroyer steaming across open blue ocean on the naval map, scattered green islands around it and a long continental coastline stretching across the horizon — The **naval map**: open water to maneuver, islands for cover, a continental coast to the north — a sea built for ship duels, not dogfights.

A grey blocky destroyer under way past a wooded island under a clear noon sky, its funnel and bridge catching the light — **Under way.** A destroyer at speed past an island — W/S works the engine telegraph, A/D the rudder, the mouse trains the main battery.

Three blocky warships abreast on open water for scale: a small destroyer, a larger cruiser, and a long broad battleship with multiple gun turrets and a tall bridge tower — **The roster.** Three hull classes, smallest to largest, each modeled on a real warship — the lean **destroyer** (a Fubuki-class type), the three-funnel **cruiser** (a County-class heavy cruiser), and the broad **battleship** with its towering pagoda mast (a Yamato-class).

A task group steaming in line ahead across open blue ocean: a cruiser leading two destroyers in column, broad wakes off their sterns, an island and clouds on the horizon — **Task group at sea.** A cruiser and her destroyer screen steaming in line ahead — the kind of column that puts to sea on each flank and steams toward the centre to fight.

A torpedoed destroyer broken in half on the open sea, its bow section reared up out of the water with the nav lights skyward while the stern folds under, secondaries and steam at the break — **Broken back.** A torpedoed destroyer doesn't just slide under — the hull **jackknifes at the hit**, the bow rears up dripping, secondaries ripple down the deck, and she goes down in a shroud of steam. Gun-killed ships still settle and list, so the death tells you the weapon.

The whole fighting line is yours from your first sortie: pick the Tachi destroyer, the Bastion cruiser or the Dreadnought battleship straight off the hangar wall and put to sea — no grind between you and the big guns, just three honest trade-offs of speed, armor and firepower.

Only one hull is earned: forty ships sent under wins the Tempest, a premium heavy cruiser with autoloading guns. Where a normal cruiser works up to a salvo every few seconds, the Tempest's three triple turrets cycle in barely over one — the highest sustained rate of fire in the fleet, a relentless storm of shells and fires. Your tally rides your pilot record between sessions, a callout fires the moment she's yours — and she's a player's reward alone: you'll only ever meet a Tempest in another captain's hands, never the AI's.

The warship picker in the naval hangar: the Tachi destroyer, Bastion cruiser and Dreadnought battleship all open to pick, while the premium Tempest is greyed out with a lock badge reading SINK 40 SHIPS — **The line is open.** Destroyer, cruiser and battleship are yours from the start; only the premium **Tempest** waits behind a career of sinkings.

The Tempest heavy cruiser at speed on open water, a long sleek hull with twin funnels and three triple-barrel turrets, the forward turret trained out to starboard — **The prize.** The **Tempest** — the top-of-the-ladder premium heavy cruiser, her three triple autoloader turrets throwing the fastest sustained fire on the Brick Sea.

And they fight like ships. The main battery loads armor-piercing or high-explosive (swap with a key), and the choice is the whole duel: AP has to beat the target's belt armor to penetrate, and a hit on the citadel amidships is devastating — but AP shatters on armor it can't crack and over-penetrates a thin destroyer, so you load HE to start fires instead. Fires and flooding then bleed the hull until you spend your damage-control party to put them out — on a long cooldown, so timing it is its own decision. Two more consumables ride alongside: a repair party (T) that heals the hull back over a few seconds, and an engine boost (G) for a burst of flank speed to close, kite, or run from a torpedo spread — each on its own cooldown, so a captain is always juggling when to spend them. The destroyer also carries torpedoes (press B): a fan of fish that run dead straight and flood a hull they hit, so closing the range is a real threat. An AI warship patrol puts to sea on each side and fights as a fleet, not a loose mob: the hulls form into a division around their heaviest ship as flagship — the cruisers and battleship in the line, the destroyers thrown out ahead as a screen. They thread the islands to make for the capture zone together, concentrate fire on the one target the flagship picks, and fight to each class's strength: the battleship standing off at long range, the destroyers boring in to torpedo water and laying smoke to cover a hard-pressed heavy. Every captain has their own gunnery skill, so a division is no wall of identical marksmen — and a hull that's badly hurt slips behind an island to break contact, repairs, and rejoins the line.

An AI division steaming in line across open sea between two islands: several warships strung out in formation, the destroyer screen leading and the heavier ships trailing in the line, main-battery splashes bracketing a target mid-frame — **Fleet doctrine.** An AI division underway — the destroyer screen out ahead, the cruisers and battleship in the line astern, all making for the cap together and concentrating fire as they go.

And it isn't only about sinking. Three capture zones — rings of gold light laid flat on the open sea, a contested one at the centre with a flank zone north and south of it — score points for whoever holds them: park a hull inside with no enemy contesting and the points tick your way, and holding more zones ticks faster, so a team can win on map control as well as kills. This is domination, and it forces a fleet to split — you can't hold the whole map with one massed line, so the destroyers race out to the flanks to grab and garrison those caps while the heavies fight for the centre. Each ring glows your colour when you hold it, the enemy's when they do, and gold when it's neutral or contested; the zones spread north–south so neither side has a nearer cap. A ZONES readout on the HUD counts who holds how many, the minimap rings show the whole picture at a glance, and a callout fires the moment a zone changes hands.

Three wide capture-zone rings spread across the open sea, coloured by who holds them — a red ring to the north, a gold contested ring at the centre, and a blue ring to the south — with warships fighting over them among scattered islands — **Domination.** Three capture zones strung north–south — here Crimson holds the north ring (red), the centre is contested (gold), and Cobalt holds the south (blue). Hold more than the enemy and the score runs your way.

A wide ring of red light laid flat on the open sea marking a capture zone, islands inside it, with a crimson cruiser holding the line and a cobalt cruiser crossing in to contest it — **Holding a cap.** Hold a ring to score — here Crimson holds (red) while Cobalt crosses the line to contest. Islands inside the zone are cover to fight around.

A warship's view on the open sea, the HUD's ZONES chip counting how many capture zones each side holds and the minimap showing the three zone rings — **Reading the caps.** The HUD's **ZONES** chip counts who holds how many, the minimap rings track all three at once, and a callout fires as a zone changes hands.

A blocky destroyer firing its main battery across open water, a shell trail leaving the guns and high-explosive rounds bursting on the target ahead — **Steel rain.** The main battery at work — a shell streaking off the guns and HE bursting where it lands.

The naval binocular gunsight: a magnified vignetted view of the sea horizon with a long horizontal lead scale of notched ticks, the gold dispersion ellipse riding the water at the aim point, the rangefinder reading RNG 5.2 km AUTO, and enemy silhouettes with shell trails on the horizon — **Lay the guns.** The fight plays out across kilometres of open sea, so press Z for the binocular gunsight — a spotter's-vantage view at 7° magnification with a World-of-Warships-style **horizontal lead scale**: notched ticks where one numbered unit is a hull's travel over one shell flight. The vertical axis is a **range dial** (the guns **auto-range**, snapping to a hull when the sight crosses one), and the gold **dispersion ellipse** rides the water at the exact point your salvo will land — walk it to the horizon and the guns lash out to **maximum range** (the readout flags MAX and the ring turns red), which is how you answer a ship shelling you from distance.

A battleship broadside-on with all three main turrets trained out at a distant enemy, a nine-shell salvo streaking across the sea toward a bow-on battleship that can only reply with her forward guns — **Fight for the broadside.** Turrets are real mounts with real **firing arcs** now: bow-on, your aft guns are masked behind the superstructure and only the forward pair fires — swing **broadside** and every turret trains out and joins the salvo. The HUD counts **GUNS 4/6** under the sight so you always know your weight of fire, and the AI plays by the same arcs (and the same **spotting rules** — no more unseen fire from over the horizon).

A warship under engine boost on open water, its conning panel reading the loaded shell, smoke, repair party and engine boost active, and damage control ready — **Consumables.** The conning panel tracks them all — smoke, the repair party (T), the engine boost (G, “all ahead flank”), and the damage-control party (R), each on its own cooldown.

Two blocky cruisers trading broadsides across open water, salvos of main-battery shells streaking between them and one ship afire — **Broadsides.** Two cruisers settle into a gun duel — salvos crossing the water, splashes straddling the targets, one hull already burning.

A destroyer launching a fan of torpedoes across open sea, five parallel wakes streaking from her tubes toward a distant cruiser — **Fish in the water.** A destroyer swings broadside and looses a torpedo fan — five wakes running straight for a cruiser that has to comb them or flood.

A burning cruiser settled low in the water at dusk under a column of dark smoke, the sea and sky glowing gold — **Going down.** Fires and flooding win in the end — a cruiser settles by the head under a smoke column as the sun goes down.

It all fits in two thumbs. On a phone the naval HUD is laid out to stay out of its own way: the conning chips tuck into a compact block clear of the engine telegraph, the range readout, the DETECTED banner and fleet orders each get their own lane instead of stacking on top of each other, and the gunnery status drops into a quiet corner. Raise the gunsight and the range dial takes the top-right corner while the minimap steps aside — every control a labelled, thumb-sized target.

The naval theater on a phone in landscape: a compact conning panel of tappable chips at top-left, the loaded shell / torpedo / repair / boost / damage-control readouts, a DETECTED banner and RNG rangefinder stacked cleanly under the score bar, the binocular gunsight's lead scale across the sea, a range dial on the right edge, and thumb-sized ZOOM / BOMB / FIRE buttons bottom-right — **Two thumbs at sea.** The whole warship — drive, guns, gunsight, torpedoes and consumables — on a phone screen without the pile-up: readouts in their own lanes, chips you tap, and a range dial parked where the minimap was.

Not every gun is yours to aim. Around the main turrets, the crew works a secondary battery on its own — once an enemy ship closes inside range, it throws a hail of rapid-fire HE at it without you, each round with a chance to start a fire. It's shorter-ranged than the main guns, so it only speaks in a brawl: closing for the kill (or a torpedo run) means eating a stream of small shells the whole way in. Every hull also carries an anti-air battery — a twin flak mount that tracks and leads aircraft exactly like the airfield and battleship flak, standing ready for when the sea war gets planes of its own.

Two blocky warships circling at close range on open water, streams of small high-explosive shells crossing the gap between them as their secondary batteries open fire — **Into the brawl.** Inside secondary range the small guns open up on their own — a dense stream of HE between main salvos, the price of closing the distance.

And the sea has a sky over it. Each side keeps a wing of AI carrier torpedo bombers aloft: they hunt the nearest enemy hull, run in at wavetop height, and drop a fish that floods the ship it hits — so the threat isn't only on the surface. The run-in takes them straight down the throat of the ships' anti-air flak, which tracks and leads them and throws up bursting fire to break the attack: the guns finally have their targets, and a careless bomber doesn't come home.

A red torpedo bomber running in low over the sea toward a warship, the ship reaching back at it with streams of anti-air tracer fire and bursting flak, a torpedo already running in the water — **Carrier air.** A torpedo bomber bores in at wavetop height, its fish already in the water, while the warship's flak reaches up to break the run.

And the sea fights through the night. Battles run across kilometres, so when it's dark the warships loft star shells — illumination rounds that climb and burst into drifting flares, casting a pool of light over the water that lifts the enemy hulls out of the black. The AI fires them on its own once night falls, so the fight is always lit enough to lay your guns.

Two star-shell flares hanging in the night sky over the open sea, their light pooling across the water and lifting two warships out of the dark as one fires on the other — **Star shells.** Illumination rounds hang over the night sea, their light pooling across the water so the fleets can fight in the dark.

And the sea keeps secrets. A ship is hidden beyond its spotting range — a destroyer slips far closer than a cruiser before anyone sees it — until it opens fire (the muzzle bloom gives you away), a star shell lights it, or an enemy closes in. And the islands are cover now: terrain breaks the sightline, so a hull tucked behind an island is hidden from anyone on the far side — duck behind one to slip a lock or set an ambush. Caught in the open? Press C to lay a smoke screen and vanish into the bank, shooting from cover while spotters do the seeing. It's the game of ambush and nerve that makes a sea fight a sea fight.

Two warships on opposite sides of a wooded island on the open sea — a destroyer to one side and a cruiser to the other, the island's high ground breaking the line of sight between them — **Island cover.** The island breaks the sightline — the destroyer on the near side has slipped behind it, hidden from the cruiser searching on the far side.

A low bank of grey smoke spread across the blue sea, a warship standing off to one side firing into it while another hides within — **Smoke & concealment.** A destroyer vanishes into a smoke screen while the cruiser shells its last-known position blind.

Pick your ride

Choose your warbird in the hangar: the Sparrowhawk turnfighter, the Thunderhead boom-and-zoom fighter, the Ironclad twin-engine heavy, the Leviathan four-engine heavy bomber, or the Swordfin torpedo bomber — each a distinct flight model, hull, gun package, and ordnance loadout. The Leviathan hauls a 12-bomb bay and exists to flatten flak nests from altitude; the Swordfin trades bombs for two ship-killing torpedoes. Make a slow pass over your own carrier's flight deck and the crews patch you up and hand fresh ordnance aboard. A sixth card sits locked beneath these five — the Starfang jet, earned with 25 career kills (see below).

All five warbird types flying in a shallow echelon over the island — **Pick your ride**: the Sparrowhawk, Thunderhead, Ironclad, Leviathan and Swordfin — five distinct flight models.

A vic of Leviathan heavy bombers flying through flak bursts at sunset — A vic of Leviathans holds course through the flak, escorts riding high cover.

A Leviathan heavy bomber dropping a full stick of bombs against the sky — A **Leviathan** walking its twelve-bomb bay out over the target, flak hunting for the formation.

The Starfang — earned, not issued

Above the prop roster sits one career-locked airframe: the Starfang, an early jet in the Starfighter mold — a needle-nosed pencil with razor wings, tip tanks and a T-tail, honest to its inspiration right down to the nickname: a missile with a man in it. It out-runs everything in the sky and turns like a freight train, so the prop rules don't apply — and neither do its weapons. The wing guns are swapped for a six-barrel 20 mm Vulcan spitting thirty rounds a second, and instead of bombs it carries a pod of fourteen unguided rockets that ripple off the rails nearly flat and burst on whatever they touch. Down 25 enemy planes across your career and the hangar card unlocks for good; until then it sits greyed at the bottom of the picker, counting your kills at you. Bots never fly it. You can take it for a spin in flight school first — the Jet & Rockets drill hands you one over an armored column, no questions asked.

The crimson Starfang early jet climbing hard against the morning sky, afterburner lit, tip tanks and T-tail catching the light, a prop fighter falling far behind — The **Starfang** climbing away on the burner — the Sparrowhawk astern is at full throttle and losing.

A rocket pass on an armored column: the Starfang boring in low over its own rockets, orange motor plumes down the lane, the lead tank already a column of black smoke — A **rocket pass**: fourteen to a pod, nearly flat off the rails, the lead tank already brewing up.

The hangar screen with the Starfang's stat card greyed out and locked, its badge reading 0 of 25 kills, above the five open prop fighters — **Earned, not issued**: the Starfang's card sits locked in the hangar until your 25th career kill.

Bomber crew

The Leviathan is multi-crew. Two defensive gun stations, modeled on a B-17's blister positions, take a second and third player: the tail gunner in the stinger covering the bomber's six, and the top gunner in the full-circle dorsal turret — each working a twin .50 cal that leads its own targets while the pilot flies the plane. Pick BOMBER CREW on the spawn screen and you're seated on the first friendly Leviathan with that station free (crewed bombers first, bots welcome). Your aim rides the airframe through every bank, your rounds inherit the bomber's speed, your kills are yours — and the crew shares the bomber's fate: she goes down, everybody goes down. F bails out; the seat choice sticks across respawns, so a crew that dies together re-forms on the next bomber together.

A crimson Leviathan heavy bomber with its tail stinger and dorsal turret both trained aft, twin .50 cal tracer streams converging on a smoking enemy fighter shedding debris behind it — **Don't press a Leviathan's six.** Tail and top gunners — both player seats — meet a fighter boring in from behind with converging twin .50s. The bandit's already shedding pieces.

Easy to fly, honest underneath

The plane flies on a real six-degree-of-freedom model — lift, drag, stalls, the works — which used to mean fighting a constant sink just to stay level. Now auto-trim holds your altitude for you: take your hands off and the nose stays where you left it, so you can look around, line up a shot, or just cruise. Pull, push, or roll into a turn and it bows out instantly — you always have the plane. The little TRIM strip on the gauges shows it working; tap T to switch it off if you'd rather fly it all yourself.

A fighter cruising hands-off and level over the island at night, the heads-up gauges showing speed, altitude, throttle, a 0.9 G load and the TRIM strip holding a touch of nose-up — **Hands off, nose level.** Same flight model as ever — auto-trim just soaks up the steady back-pressure so cruising and lining up an attack don't cost you a constant pull. A deliberate climb, dive or turn always overrides it.

Battle damage

Hits are localized. Every round that finds you is routed to a component — engine, a wing, the fuel tank, the cockpit, or just the airframe — and you wear it: a scorched engine smokes and loses power, a shot-up wing sheds its tip and drags your roll, a punctured tank streams fuel, a cockpit hit greys the pilot out. So a mauled plane limps home trailing smoke instead of simply falling out of the sky, and you can read an enemy's damage on his airframe and finish the job. And when a burst finally is fatal, the plane doesn't blink out — it sheds a wing and corkscrews all the way down, five real seconds of ruined physics you can watch to the ground.

A crimson Thunderhead shot out of the sky, its right wing torn off at the spar and tumbling clear, the engine torched, corkscrewing down trailing a helix of black smoke and flame against a pale blue sky — **The last ride.** A kill is no longer an instant despawn — the wreck flies the same flight model that killed it, spinning down on its torn-off wing behind a helix of smoke and flame. Your victims become little stories you watch to the dirt; your own death gives you one last plunge before the killcam rolls.

A blocky pilot in a crimson flight suit hanging in the harness of a curved team-red parachute canopy sewn from alternating light and dark silk gores, black shroud lines rising all around the rim to the dome, drifting against a blue sky scattered with clouds — **Nobody has to ride it in.** If the pilot survived the airframe and there's height to jump, he bails out under a canopy and drifts downwind — land on your own side of the line and he's **returned** to the fight for a few team points. Gun a helpless pilot in his chute and the kill feed brands you DISHONORABLE.

A crimson Sparrowhawk high in a clear sky, engine dead and dragging a long banner of black smoke back down its climb, while far below and behind it the pilot's crimson parachute has blossomed and rides him down toward his own coast — **The whole story in one frame.** The airframe zooms off the last of its speed on a dead engine, smoking; below it the silk has already opened. A survivable kill from the outside — the plane is gone, but the pilot might just make it home.

A downed pilot in a small black life raft bobbing at the centre of a pulsing orange dye-marker ring on open blue water, a red rescue biplane banking low overhead to scoop him up, a wooded coastline on the horizon — **No one fights alone.** A chute that splashes into the sea becomes a bobbing survivor with a dye-marker ring both teams can see. Fly low and slow over him — or, at sea, con any hull through the marker — and you **fish him out of the drink** for points and a LIFESAVER ribbon. The enemy can reach him first for a smaller prize, so every over-water kill mints a little rescue race in its wake.

A battle-damaged crimson Thunderhead trailing engine smoke and a pale fuel-vapor streak, listing toward its shot-up wing over the sea at sunset with a carrier on the horizon — **Run home smoking**: dead engine pouring smoke, a punctured tank streaming fuel, listing on a shredded wing — nursing a mauled plane back to the carrier is a fight of its own.

A cobalt Sparrowhawk with a blackened, soot-streaked engine cowl pouring a column of smoke against the open sky — **Engine.** The cowl scorched black, smoke boiling off it, dragging home on what power's left.

A crimson Thunderhead with its right outer wing torn clean off at the spar, the severed tip tumbling away, rolling onto the stump — **Wing.** Push it far enough and the outer panel tears clean off at the spar — the severed tip tumbling away as the fighter rolls helplessly onto the stump.

Airframe. Flak walked the length of the fuselage — scorch and punched-through holes down the flank. Every burst that connects punches its own scatter of dark voxel bullet holes into the panel that took it, and they stay until a carrier-deck repair scrubs the airframe clean.

A crimson Sparrowhawk nosing down at sunset trailing a long pale streak of vaporizing fuel, with no fire — **Fuel.** No fire — just a pale streak of vaporizing fuel bleeding away as you nose down for the deck before the tank runs dry.

The HUD that teaches

The instruments don't just show numbers — they turn raw state into judgment. Take a hit and the screen flashes the edge you're being shot from, not a whole-screen blink, so you know which way to break. A little stall-margin ribbon by the G-meter shows how much turn you have left before the buffet. And the bomber's sight grows a dispersion ring that tightens to gold when your current bank and G will actually put the bomb on the target — or blooms grey to warn you it'll fall in the sea.

Your body is part of the instrument panel too. Rack into a hard positive-G turn and the world greys out from the edges — a black-out tunnel that narrows as you hang on the G, and clears when you ease off, the way a real pilot's vision does without a G-suit. It's a soft ceiling with teeth: pull too long and you're flying half-blind.

A cockpit HUD view with the entire left edge of the screen washed red — a directional damage flash showing fire coming from the left — over a blocky bomber in a dusk sky — **Hit from the left.** The damage flash paints the quarter the fire came from — a wall of red down the left edge means break right, now. Quiet upgrades that read the fight for you before your hit points even move.

A hard climbing turn seen through a heavy black-out vignette closing in from every edge, the fighter and a smoking target framed in the clear centre, the G-meter reading an amber 5.5 — **Blacking out.** Hold a hard turn and the tunnel closes — grey-out creeping in around 3.5 g and shutting to a near-total black-out by 6.5. The G-meter flags amber; your eyes flag it first.

The top-right feed showing team chat and kill lines in one stream — chat lines carry a soft cyan accent bar and a speech-bubble tag, kill and event lines stay plain — over a two-on-two dogfight around the gold Sky Ring blocks — **One stream for talk and kills.** Chat folds into the kill log to save screen space — comms carry a soft cyan rule and a 💬 tag so they read apart from the combat log at a glance, without a second panel eating the corner.

The round fights back

A match isn't a flat timer counting down — it escalates, and it holds grudges. Keep the same enemy on your tail and the game names him; fall too far behind and it sends a champion to drag you back; let the score stay close to the wire and the final minute becomes a lit-up, no-hiding brawl. The back half of a round should feel more dangerous than the front, and these three systems make sure it does.

A dogfight bathed in hot amber overtime light, a crimson fighter firing on a cobalt one over a coastline, with a tight CRIMSON 612 to 588 COBALT score, a 0:47 clock reading SKY RING: CONTESTED, an OVERTIME chip and banner, and a minimap showing every plane on both teams — **Overtime.** Last minute, scores within a few kills: the match latches OVERTIME — the sky burns amber, the music floors, and the teeth of it, **radar rules drop** so every plane on both sides paints on both minimaps. No hiding out the clock; a close round ends in a crescendo where everyone converges.

A crimson fighter closing from astern and firing a tracer stream at a cobalt fighter that carries an orange callsign nameplate reading BLACKJACK, already smoking, over a green coastline — **Nemesis.** Die to the same pilot three times in a round and his callsign burns orange — on his nameplate and your minimap, for you and you alone. Settle the score and the **vengeance bounty** pays double. Grudges don't survive the bell.

A cobalt jet named THE RED BARON knifing across the sky trailing a long unbroken gold ribbon, an interceptor's tracers reaching up toward it from below — **The ace.** Fall far enough behind with time on the clock and the trailing team is handed a named ace — a full-skill pilot in a reinforced airframe that drags a **gold ribbon** everywhere and carries a fat bounty. Shoot down the Baron and you're paid for it.

Killcam

Get shot down and the server ships you the last several seconds of the fight, replayed from the killer's high three-quarter — the camera rides off their firing line so their plane holds the edge of the frame while yours, and the tracer stream between you, fills it. At the instant of the kill it lets the killer fly on and settles into a slow orbit of your falling wreck. It plays at full speed, not a fast-forward blur, and a persistent KILLCAM badge names the shooter the whole time, so there's never any doubt who put you in the dirt. The replay is always optional: seen enough, click or tap anywhere to skip — the spawn screen appears at once and TAKE OFF unlocks on the normal short timer, as if there'd been no replay at all.

Fly into a hill and you get the same treatment: a CRASH REPLAY chases your own final seconds into the scenery — then orbits the smoking hole you made — with the coach line spelling out what went wrong. No killer to name, but the same story told the same way, instead of a jump-cut straight to the spawn screen — and just as skippable when you'd rather not relive it.

The killcam: a crimson Sparrowhawk at the frame's edge with guns firing on a cobalt Thunderhead burning ahead, seen from the killer's high three-quarter, the gold KILLCAM badge naming RED BARON across the top — **Who got you, and how.** The death replay rides the killer's shoulder, off the gun–target line so shooter, tracers and your last seconds share the frame — then orbits the wreckage — with the KILLCAM badge naming the shooter until you respawn.

The crash replay: the player's own plane seen from behind moments before hitting the sea, the gold CRASH REPLAY badge across the top with a coach line reading that the sea is just as hard as the ground — **Crashes get the cinema too.** No killer to frame, so the CRASH REPLAY rides your own six down into the water — and the coach line tells you how not to do it again.

Back in the fight

The killcam runs to the end before anything covers it — only once the replay finishes does the spawn screen appear, so the death cam is never obscured. And there's no separate “you died” card: the killcam already named who got you, so the spawn screen is simply the join screen again, pixel for pixel. The full unit picker — every warbird, the bomber crew seats, the flak and naval mounts, the battleship turret, the ground vehicles — the base-or-carrier launch choice, and today's daily missions with your live progress. Line up your next ride and hit TAKE OFF to drop back in — same button you launched with. A short respawn timer just keeps you from spawning instantly; once it lifts, you go when you're ready, not a moment before.

The spawn screen after a death: identical to the join screen, with the WARBIRDS.IO masthead, the AIRCRAFT/AAA/NAVY/GROUND VEHICLES unit picker, five aircraft stat cards, a BASE or CARRIER DECK launch choice, the callsign and TAKE OFF row, controls help, and today's daily missions — **One screen, join or respawn.** Go down, watch the killcam, and you're back at the exact hangar you launched from — same picker, same launch choice, same daily missions. No death banner; the replay already showed you who to blame.

The fleet

Each team's hulls hold a diamond formation pointed at the enemy: the battleship in the van showing its broadside, the two destroyers screening on the beams, and the carrier at the rear with its bow toward the fight. The two fleets are anchored a deliberate distance apart — just beyond either battleship's direct-fire range, but inside its over-the-horizon reach. So the fleets can't simply trade blows: to land shells on the enemy task force you need a teammate flying over it.

The battleship's three main-battery turrets are crewed by players. Take a BIG GUNS slot from the respawn screen and the minimap becomes a plotting chart: click a target inside the range rings, wait out the ballistic computer's solve, then hold fire to send a salvo on a genuine ten-second arc. A teammate flying over the target spots your shells onto a tight pattern — and past the direct-fire ring, out in the spotter range where the enemy fleet lies, the battery won't even loose until a friendly plane is over the target. The chart only shows enemy ground inside your direct ring or inside a spotter's view bubble, so reaching the enemy's deep installations takes eyes in the sky — watch the fog lift as teammates fly the target area. Flak cracked open by naval gunfire stays suppressed extra long. While down you can also man any free AA gun on your team (F bails out).

Every hull is sinkable. Torpedoes must be dropped low and slow or they break up on entry; a good fish runs straight just under the surface behind a wake everyone can see. One sinks a destroyer; a sunk ship takes its guns and gunners down with it and refloats minutes later.

The fleet runs on supplies too. Supply ships are the convoys' seagoing cousins: freighters steaming an open-water lane to the carrier, funnels smoking so you can spot them a long way off. Every one that delivers rebuilds your downed guns faster — so escort your sealift and sink theirs with bombs, rockets, or a fish.

A naval task force in a diamond formation: a battleship leading broadside-on, two destroyer escorts on the beams, and a carrier bringing up the rear, with a fighter overhead — The task force in its **diamond** — the battleship in the van, broadside to the enemy; the destroyers screening on the beams; the carrier at the rear, bow toward the fight. The two fleets sit just out of each other's direct gun range, so reaching the enemy hulls takes a spotter overhead.

A line of supply freighters with smoking funnels steaming across open water toward an aircraft carrier — The sealift arriving — a line of supply ships steaming up their lane to the carrier to deliver, funnels smoking so everyone can see them coming.

The carrier from the bow quarter with aircraft spotted on deck and one off the catapult — The carrier: deck spotted, one off the bow cat. Make a slow pass over her and the crews patch you up and rearm you.

A Sparrowhawk catapulting off the carrier's bow at dusk — Catapult launch at dusk — the carrier is your forward base until somebody sinks her.

A close three-quarter view of a destroyer escort's hull, funnels and turrets on open water — A destroyer escort up close — fast, lightly armored, and the screen that dies first. One good fish sinks her.

A close view of the battleship from the bow quarter, all three main-battery turrets trained out — The battleship from the bow quarter, main battery trained out — the heaviest hull on the Brick Sea, and the hardest to put under.

The battleship's main battery firing a salvo at dusk, shells arcing away — **BIG GUNS**: player-crewed main battery, two-shell salvos on a genuine ten-second arc to somewhere unlucky.

The battleship gunner's plotting table: a full-screen fire-control chart with the direct-fire ring, a wider dashed spotter range, a friendly plane's green view bubble lifting the fog over a cluster of enemy targets, and a solved fire mission ready to fire — From the gunner's seat the chart fills the screen — the inner ring is direct fire, the wider **SPOTTER** ring is over-the-horizon reach, and enemy ground only shows where a teammate's view bubble lifts the fog. Lay a target, wait out the solve, then **FIRE**.

The battleship's main-battery turrets firing a salvo at night, smoke trails arcing away over the water — Pull the trigger and the camera leaves the chart to ride the salvo — muzzle flash, then up and away with the shells on their ten-second arc to the fall of shot.

Two Swordfin torpedo bombers wave-top at dawn, torpedo wakes running toward a battleship — Swordfins on the deck at first light, two fish in the water. Drop low and slow or they break up on entry.

A torpedo detonating against the battleship's hull in a column of water and fire — A fish finding the belt. Drop it **low and slow** and this is what the battleship gets.

A torpedoed destroyer listing hard and going down by the head, on fire amidships — Every hull is sinkable — a torpedoed destroyer going down by the head, guns and gunners with her.

The ground war

Forward territory hides shore installations — radar stations and fuel depots worth big points and painted on the gunner's chart. Supply convoys roll the base-to-base highway; every truck that survives the run scores and rebuilds your downed guns faster, so strafe theirs and escort yours. Rounds also roll wind with their weather: bombs drift downwind (watch the minimap wind sock), though the battleship's computer corrects automatically. And after dark, searchlights sweep the sky: every gun is half blind at night unless a beam cones the target — a lit plane is visible to everything on the map.

A fuel depot erupting in flame under an Ironclad pulling off the target — A fuel depot going up. Forward territory hides shore installations worth big points and painted on the gunner's chart.

A supply convoy on a dirt road taking strafing fire from above — Supply convoys run the base-to-base road — strafe theirs, escort yours; every truck that gets through rebuilds their guns faster.

A heavy tank firing its main gun across the road into an enemy tank brewing up in smoke and flame — Armor on the highway: behind the convoys rolls a column of combat vehicles — here a heavy tank lands an 88 on an enemy hull. Crew one yourself from the spawn screen.

A quad 20 mm anti-aircraft half-track firing a cone of tracers up at a banking, smoking fighter through bursting flak — The quad-20 AA half-track throwing up a wall of mobile flak — strafing the road is never free with one of these in the column.

A scout car leading an armored column up the road, machine gun snapping back at a fighter strafing the convoy — A scout car leading the column under a strafing run, its machine gun snapping back at the diving fighter.

An Ironclad strafing a flak emplacement below the barrage balloons near the enemy base — The Ironclad's day job: under the balloon fence, guns working over the enemy flak line.

An Ironclad threading a barrage balloon's cable at dusk — Threading the barrage-balloon fence at dusk — the cables are every bit as lethal as the guns.

A Leviathan bomber caught in two searchlight beams at night with heavy flak rising — Coned. After dark the searchlights come out — and a lit plane is visible to every gun on the map.

A flak gun firing up a searchlight beam at a coned bomber under the stars — Man any free gun on your team: a flak crew firing up the beam at a coned night raider.

The world

A charming, Minecraft-inspired voxel world stretches across the Brick Sea, kept lively by charmingly-named bot pilots that fill empty seats, dogfight for real, run home smoking when shot up, and contest the ring when their team falls behind. Rounds roll random weather — clear skies, a golden haze, or a storm that pulls the fog into knife-fight range — all riding a shared day/night cycle where the moon, stars, and Milky Way come out after dark.

A Sparrowhawk chasing a Thunderhead low over the island hills in a warm dawn haze — Dawn rounds hang a golden haze over the hills all day — one of the random weathers every round rolls.

A Thunderhead firing point-blank into a Sparrowhawk under a gray storm sky — Storm rounds pull the fog into knife-fight range. 20 mm at twenty meters.

A bomber silhouetted against the moon, stars and Milky Way at midnight — After dark the moon, stars and Milky Way come out over a shared day/night cycle.

The island is a place

The war isn't the only thing on the island. Fishing boats putter neutral lanes, a striped lighthouse sweeps its beam over the black water at night, gulls burst off the shore when you buzz them, and a whale rolls once in a rare while. None of it shoots or scores — it just makes low, slow flying worth doing. And your home field stops being three ramps and a flag: a proper graded apron with a marked runway and hangars, ground crew that scatter when you buzz the strip, a windsock showing the round's real wind, a control tower that lights up at dusk, and a row of the enemy's parked reserve aircraft worth a low, dangerous strafing pass through their flak.

A striped red-and-white coastal lighthouse at night, its lantern lit and a pale beam sweeping out over the dark water under a field of stars — **The lighthouse.** A striped tower on the highest coastal point, its beam raking out over the sea after dark. It never targets anything — it just turns, a landmark that lives whether or not the war notices it. Every client sees the sweep at the same instant, computed from the shared clock with zero network traffic.

The striped coastal lighthouse by day with a whole flock of gulls wheeling around it over the shore — **The coast is alive.** Skim the shoreline at speed and the gull flocks burst off the water and wheel — here around the lighthouse by day. Grey fishing boats work the lanes offshore, and a rare surfacing whale is the same on every screen at once: a shared "did you see that?!" computed from the clock, no network traffic.

An airfield at dusk: a control tower with a lit amber window band, two hangars, and a marked runway on a graded apron, a fighter passing low overhead under a star-flecked sky — **Living airbase.** A graded apron with a marked runway and hangars. The control tower's cab lights up at dusk with a slow red beacon blinking on top, a windsock streams the round's actual wind, and the ground crew bolt for cover when a fighter howls over the strip.

A row of parked reserve fighters sitting on their wheels on the grass beside a team's home tower, an enemy fighter rolling in on them with a stream of tracer — **The flightline.** Each base parks a row of non-flyable reserve aircraft off the strip. They don't fly and they don't fight — but they burn for points, so there's a reason to make a low, dangerous pass right through the enemy's flak ring.

The battlefield remembers

Nothing that happens on the ground gets swept away. Bomb strikes leave dark craters pocking the fields, a crash site keeps a charred skeleton and a smoke column burning for the rest of the round, and a sunk ship leaves an oil slick drifting on the sea. Fly the front line at round-end and the ground itself reads like a story of everything that happened on it — and it all sits on top of the terrain, which never changes, so what you fly over is exactly what the server collides against.

A grassy ridge pocked with a scatter of bomb craters — dark scorched bowls ringed with raised dirt — and a couple of burning crash sites, seen from above in bright afternoon light — **Scorched earth.** A field worked over by bombs and downed planes: crater after crater ringed in raised dirt, crash sites still smoking. The map carries the round's history to the bell.

On your phone

The whole war fits in two thumbs. Your left thumb is a dynamic stick — press anywhere on the left half and it anchors under your thumb, steering the same aim cursor mouse players fly with. A flight instructor rides along: haul the stick all the way over and it commands the plane's best sustained turn instead of snapping you into a stall, so full deflection finally means “turn as hard as you safely can.” The right half is look; the left-edge slider is throttle with full and idle detents; let the stick go and the instructor eases you back to straight-and-level on its own — hold off a moment longer and the autopilot latches to keep it there hands-free, until you grab the stick again. A PULL UP warning flashes before the ground does, off-screen bandit markers hug the edges pointing at the fight you can't see, and a first-flight coach labels every control the first time you spawn.

The mobile HUD in flight: the gold virtual stick anchored under the left thumb, a THR 100 throttle slider, the flight-data gauges, the kill feed tucked under the minimap, the white gunsight alone in the centre of the screen, the FIRE and BOMB buttons, and blue off-screen enemy markers hugging the screen edges pointing at bandits out of view — **Two thumbs, the whole war.** Left thumb steers through the instructor — full deflection is the plane's best turn, not a stall — the slider sets throttle, and off-screen **bandit markers** point you at the fight beyond the edge of a phone's narrow view. The centre of the screen belongs to the fight: one white gunsight, no extra cursors or buttons.

A first-flight spawn on touch with three ghosted coach labels over the live control zones: STEER with a curved thumb-arc glyph on the left, DRAG TO LOOK on the right, and THROTTLE beside the left-edge slider — **First flight, coached.** Spawn for the first time and the controls name themselves — **STEER**, **DRAG TO LOOK**, **THROTTLE** — each label fading the moment you use that control. Die twice early and Flight School taps you on the shoulder.

Hall of fame

Every kill, win, sunk ship and cleared mission is tallied against your callsign for good, and the best of all time hang in the Hall of Fame — now its own page at /leaderboard, not a pop-up you crack open on the join screen. Seven boards, best first: top aces, most wins, ship killers, siege masters, night aces, mission masters and the longest daily streaks — each pilot's most prestigious career medal riding beside their name. Bots never have a token, so they never appear; the only names on the wall are ones earned in the live game.

Wear your career

Your record used to be invisible — a 500-kill veteran flew a plane that looked exactly like a first-timer's. Not anymore. The hangar has a PAINT SHOP of earnable schemes, unlocked by the same career counters that hand out medals: sand Duneworn for siege work, near-black Midnight Reaper for night kills, victory stripes at 50. As you rack up kills in a round, kill-mark stencils stack up under your cockpit, so a pilot on a tear visibly wears the streak. And a career ace flies marked: a gold spinner cap, a fin pennant, and the ACE title under the callsign — but only up close, so it's a reward you notice after the merge, never a beacon before it. The team wing colour is never repainted, so friend-or-foe still reads at any range.

A crimson-team Sparrowhawk repainted in a sand Duneworn scheme (sand fuselage, crimson wings) with a row of twelve dark kill-mark stencils stacked under the cockpit, a small team pennant on the fin, and a two-line floating nameplate reading IRON ANNIE with the title ACE beneath it — **Nose art & kill marks.** Sand Duneworn paint over the crimson team wings, a dozen kills stencilled under the cockpit this round, a fin pennant and the ACE title: the whole career, worn on the airframe. The wings stay team-crimson so nobody mistakes whose side you're on.

The hangar PAINT row: a label reading PAINT beside six colour swatches — the first (factory grey) selected with a gold border, the other five padlocked in their scheme colours (sand, near-black, dark navy, striped, olive) — **The paint shop.** Six schemes under the unit picker; locked ones show a padlock and the counter they gate on (*15 night kills*, *5 ships*, *50 kills*…). Equip one and your plane repaints instantly, in your world and everyone else's. The medal case finally has something to spend itself on.

Every callsign gets a page

Your career finally has a home you can link to. Every pilot has a shareable page at warbirds.io/pilot/<callsign> — the thing you paste in chat after a good night. It lays out the whole record: the medal case with progress bars ticking toward the ribbons you haven't earned yet, K/D/W and best-round and best-streak tiles, your leaderboard ranks, your favourite mount (the plane you've scored the most kills in), and a kill heatmap showing where on the island you actually hunt. Click any name on the Hall of Fame to open theirs. It's all built from the public ledger — no private identity token ever appears in a URL or on the page.

The pilot card. Medals with progress, career tiles, leaderboard ranks, favourite mount, and a heatmap of where you hunt — one page that makes a callsign feel owned. Fully crawlable, publicly shareable, and token-free.

Controls

MOUSE steers your plane (V toggles) CLICK/SPACE fire B drop bomb / torpedo RIGHT MOUSE look around

W/S pitch A/D roll Q/E rudder SHIFT/CTRL throttle

T auto-trim — holds your altitude hands-off, on by default (a deliberate climb, dive or turn always overrides it) P autopilot — flies straight & level

1–5 switch plane while down TAB scoreboard ENTER chat M mute F bail from a gun

Battleship turret: click the chart to plot a target, hold FIRE once the solve completes.

On touch devices: left thumb steers, right drag looks around, on-screen FIRE/BOMB buttons, left slider sets throttle. At sea, ZOOM raises the gunsight and the conning chips (shell, repair, boost, damage control) are tap targets.

Gamepads & HOTAS sticks are supported — just plug in and move an axis.

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