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Forum Games / Re: ABS FIESTA REDUX
« on: June 10, 2015, 09:54:50 PM »steel toed tankers boots
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Laces are for POGs. Straps master race. Steel toes, steel heels, steel soles. All steel, all the time.
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Forum Games / Re: ABS FIESTA REDUX
« on: June 10, 2015, 09:42:13 PM »
I find that the marshaller who was once giving me hand signals for direction is waving his arms at me, staring daggers, trying to get my attention. I shutdown the engine. It dies agonizingly, whistling ever lighter, fading out. I climb out, and lower myself on to the hanger floor. My boots slam against the concrete floor with a thud. My gear sounds off accordingly.
The dying sun sinks ever towards the horizon. A sight for sore eyes because it is loving hot.
I see Tippy and Faw, heading towards the rest of the base with an FNG. And- is Tippy wearing Tanker's Boots? I shrug it off to exhaustion and absent-mindedly trudge towards the rest of the base. The thought of a comfortable and thoughtful shower seem more enticing than conversation.
I think from what the characters know he is either POW, MIA, or MIA presumed dead.
The dying sun sinks ever towards the horizon. A sight for sore eyes because it is loving hot.
I see Tippy and Faw, heading towards the rest of the base with an FNG. And- is Tippy wearing Tanker's Boots? I shrug it off to exhaustion and absent-mindedly trudge towards the rest of the base. The thought of a comfortable and thoughtful shower seem more enticing than conversation.
Bell sits in the squadron office, filling out paperwork for the latest deceased member of the squadron.
I think from what the characters know he is either POW, MIA, or MIA presumed dead.
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Forum Games / Re: ABS FIESTA REDUX
« on: June 10, 2015, 09:27:35 PM »Then I'm dirty huit-bastard Ralph.
Kißinger hates Huitz. forget yourself.
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Forum Games / Re: ABS FIESTA REDUX
« on: June 10, 2015, 09:17:43 PM »
Every single day I spend in this squadron I become more and more certain that this was some kind of macabre punishment assignment.
I don't know what I did to be consigned to this piece of stuff squadron, but someone's got it out for me.
In the squadron I may well be called Captain, but the title brings with it all the prestige and responsibilities of some kinda forgetin' man-child kindergarten teacher.
To think, the the NAUC Air Force lives to call this penal squadron a frontline tactical fighter squadron.
If I remember correctly though, it's all about performance. It's like the new leadership, once you get all the fun showy stuff out of the way they send you to die. All the rookies want to outperform each other in the air despite knowing jack-stuff about combat. And they still don't. But that doesn't stop 'em.
So they send me to a squadron of egotistical and narcissistic pilots to perform and turn the tide of war.
Not to mention the INCOMPETENT pilots, the HOMICIDAL base security, SUSPICIOUS loving Tippy, USELESS ground crews, and BATstuff forgetIN' Tippy, not to mention the crotchety loving POG pieces of stuff we are supposed to call Requisitions Officers, who have a LEGION of bureaucratic starfishs.
And if this wasn't bad enough, we have Tippy to worry about, crazy bastard.
But what could be worse than one homicidal suspicious loving batstuff loving pilot? The Huitzlaotani, hell bent on enslaving everybody they encounter for an eternity.
Yet the pilots still go about their daily business, constantly looking over their shoulders and talking stuff about one another. And who wouldn't? Even the Requisitions Office on-base are talking stuff twenty-four-seven.
Despite it all though, this squadron of narcissistic pricks spends every waking hour bragging about their kill-scores, or wondering in awe at what happens when we are enslaved by the Huitzlaotani.
And if things go wrong it's hardly a problem. Our bureaucratic CO's ensure plentiful replacements in a matter of days.
I don't know why I'm even recording this. I sure as forget don't need it for myself. Sure I could complain about it and send it to the CO with all the transgressions and bullstuff about this squadron over the months, but what's the point? Who would give a stuff other than HiCom making me suddenly disappear?
I suppose I could send it and upload it to the Global IntraCommNet and let people make their own judgements, after all I'M the one sitting out here in the desert, pissing my life away leisurely.
I don't care what they call me back in the squadron. I'm not an starfish. I'm a man of principles and standards. And if lives get in the way of those principles, so be it. I'd say I'm the better man here.
Once they called me Captain, but when it's all said and done—
I'll be a hero.
If you run across this entry by chance, get your useless piece of stuff ass over to the nearest recruitment station, and start bustin' heads.
Jaakko gives thought to the complex moral questions of war and life.
I don't know what I did to be consigned to this piece of stuff squadron, but someone's got it out for me.
In the squadron I may well be called Captain, but the title brings with it all the prestige and responsibilities of some kinda forgetin' man-child kindergarten teacher.
To think, the the NAUC Air Force lives to call this penal squadron a frontline tactical fighter squadron.
If I remember correctly though, it's all about performance. It's like the new leadership, once you get all the fun showy stuff out of the way they send you to die. All the rookies want to outperform each other in the air despite knowing jack-stuff about combat. And they still don't. But that doesn't stop 'em.
So they send me to a squadron of egotistical and narcissistic pilots to perform and turn the tide of war.
Not to mention the INCOMPETENT pilots, the HOMICIDAL base security, SUSPICIOUS loving Tippy, USELESS ground crews, and BATstuff forgetIN' Tippy, not to mention the crotchety loving POG pieces of stuff we are supposed to call Requisitions Officers, who have a LEGION of bureaucratic starfishs.
And if this wasn't bad enough, we have Tippy to worry about, crazy bastard.
But what could be worse than one homicidal suspicious loving batstuff loving pilot? The Huitzlaotani, hell bent on enslaving everybody they encounter for an eternity.
Yet the pilots still go about their daily business, constantly looking over their shoulders and talking stuff about one another. And who wouldn't? Even the Requisitions Office on-base are talking stuff twenty-four-seven.
Despite it all though, this squadron of narcissistic pricks spends every waking hour bragging about their kill-scores, or wondering in awe at what happens when we are enslaved by the Huitzlaotani.
And if things go wrong it's hardly a problem. Our bureaucratic CO's ensure plentiful replacements in a matter of days.
I don't know why I'm even recording this. I sure as forget don't need it for myself. Sure I could complain about it and send it to the CO with all the transgressions and bullstuff about this squadron over the months, but what's the point? Who would give a stuff other than HiCom making me suddenly disappear?
I suppose I could send it and upload it to the Global IntraCommNet and let people make their own judgements, after all I'M the one sitting out here in the desert, pissing my life away leisurely.
I don't care what they call me back in the squadron. I'm not an starfish. I'm a man of principles and standards. And if lives get in the way of those principles, so be it. I'd say I'm the better man here.
Once they called me Captain, but when it's all said and done—
I'll be a hero.
If you run across this entry by chance, get your useless piece of stuff ass over to the nearest recruitment station, and start bustin' heads.
Jaakko gives thought to the complex moral questions of war and life.
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Forum Games / Re: ABS FIESTA REDUX
« on: June 10, 2015, 08:37:11 PM »
"Not at all, but the least we could have done is show some mercy for the last, crippled, defensless vessel of their fleet,"
I pause.
"Did you look at the Huitz in the life rafts though? They are scared stuffless, the way they are acting. I saw them. I saw, or at the least, I believe I saw them shooting into the water when one of those dye streaks was smeared by one of those fish,"
I pause.
"Did you look at the Huitz in the life rafts though? They are scared stuffless, the way they are acting. I saw them. I saw, or at the least, I believe I saw them shooting into the water when one of those dye streaks was smeared by one of those fish,"
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Forum Games / Re: ABS FIESTA REDUX
« on: June 10, 2015, 08:24:05 PM »
"Have you heard of the monstrosities that inhabit this region of ocean. It's one thing for this stuffty patch of sea to be so gods damned loving cold, but it's another thing to get pulled under and evicerated by one of these killer fish. They kill whales and eat people. It's not exactly a dignified or painless way to die. I feel bad for the slaves, forced into such a service. forget me for believeing in human rights though,"
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Forum Games / Re: ABS FIESTA REDUX
« on: June 10, 2015, 08:17:26 PM »
I watch another dye streak be disturbed by another underwater object, and squint as if it would help.
I make nothing of it, and refocus my attention to the unruly squadron mate.
I make nothing of it, and refocus my attention to the unruly squadron mate.
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Forum Games / Re: ABS FIESTA REDUX
« on: June 10, 2015, 08:05:09 PM »i wouldn't say this is the correct term for someone who shows mercy
I would say that you need glasses.
"Gods damn…" I remark.
"Even if that loving ship returned home, it would be a couple of years before it would be loving fixed,"
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Forum Games / Re: ABS FIESTA REDUX
« on: June 10, 2015, 07:53:27 PM »
"Gods be damned, you can't even see the ship's deck through all that smoke, and the superstructure is in flames, it can't do anything, you barbarian!"
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Forum Games / Re: [BLOCKADE BLASTERS] update 3 - BIEBER-INDUCED MAGNITUDE 7 EARTHQUAKE
« on: June 10, 2015, 07:25:22 PM »
Throw harsh fighting words at the wall.
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Forum Games / Re: ABS FIESTA REDUX
« on: June 10, 2015, 05:44:02 PM »
I look back at the wreckage. Sinking ships burning, some listing heavily, others capsized. Some have disappeared quietly.
The Huitz in the lifeboats seem to be having a frenzy over something. There's dye streaks in the water. Some of them appear to be holding weapons. I watch as a large object disturbes a dye streak in the water.
"What's going on…?" I mutter to myself.
The Huitz in the lifeboats seem to be having a frenzy over something. There's dye streaks in the water. Some of them appear to be holding weapons. I watch as a large object disturbes a dye streak in the water.
"What's going on…?" I mutter to myself.
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Off Topic / Re: bill C51 just passed
« on: June 10, 2015, 03:10:17 AM »
Gg to Canada, America's hat just sold its soul to Big Brother
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Forum Games / Re: ABS FIESTA REDUX
« on: June 09, 2015, 11:15:28 PM »
I double back and fire four more AGM's at the Cruiser.
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Forum Games / Re: ABS FIESTA REDUX
« on: June 09, 2015, 08:56:29 PM »
I target the cruiser and fire four AGM's. After their release I roll and dive on it, firing cannon rounds into the missiles bays.