By u/pappaberG, its the Navy Seals copypasta but changed to the German MiG-23BN from Warthunder.
What the fuck did you just say about my German MiG-23BN, you little stat padding freak? I'll have you know I've flown more pointless strike sorties in this flareless brick than you've had functioning brain cells. I've survived full uptiers to missile hell with nothing but a Tumansky engine screaming "LOCK ME DADDY" and six dumb bombs duct-taped to a Warsaw Pact ironing board.
I spent hundreds of matches mastering the sacred art of spawning in, going full afterburner to the deck like a burnt out stripper sliding down a pole, and dying to AIM-9s fired from another time zone. While you were grinding premiums with all aspect heaters and 300 gorillion flares, I was in the East German shit eating dojo, learning how to lose 600 km/h from tapping the rudder once and calling it "maneuvering".
You think this is just a bad plane? This is an initiation ritual. I've had uptiers rammed so hard up my ass I've seen enemy F-16s fly out of my mouth. I've dropped bombs on bases only to be vaporized to atoms before the release sound even played. I press my flare key and the game opens the Gaijin Store like "maybe you should buy something that actually wants to live."
Right now I am low, fast, and frothing at the mouth, skimming treetops in a 9.7 jet with the defensive toolkit of a paper bag, praying the missile tracking code has a stroke before I do. If I lock eyes with your 10.0 premium for even half a second, your R-60s will home on the pure spiritual despair radiating off my shivering airframe and delete me from six kilometers behind a hill.
So yeah, keep talking trash about the German MiG-23BN. Every second you mock it, another poor bastard hits "To Battle" and begins their own pilgrimage through suffering. And when they come back, broken, skillchecked, and whispering about "that one F-5 behind the mountain" they'll know what I know.
This isn't an aircraft.
It's a corporate issued personality disorder with wings.