Five years? To be able to fly like that? I can do that!
As the Prince of Nothing, the King of the Bar Somewhere in the Middle of Nowhere, as the absolute Monarch of all that I survey inside my head... I pronounce you Sir Wildman of Wildthing!
You, Sir Wildman of Wildthing have gone above and beyond the duties of your station (for no apparent reason other than to kill other RC aircraft) (Whilst not actually having a "station" but that is entirely beyond the point.)
You have shown exemperly building and flight skills that truly deserve the recognition of the miserable masses! (If only because I want to do that, too. Problem is, I'm one of the miserable masses.
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*As you loom above me, I attempt to touch your shoulders with a broken wing of one of my planes* I (duck down a bit, please) do hereby anoint you with the Grand Title of "Sir Wildman of Wildthing!" Also all that grant of land and title entails. Which is really nothing. Just Respect. Those were some GREAT flights!