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What should the 118th TFW be nicknamed?

Mobius Squadron
4 (19%)
Wardog Squadron
7 (33.3%)
Nothing, 118th TFW suits just fine.
8 (38.1%)
Garuda Team
2 (9.5%)

Total Members Voted: 21

Author Topic: 118th Tactical Fighter Wing: Aces are Born - Mission 9 - Shattered Skies  (Read 67132 times)

((--Timeskip trolol, have to go to bed soon.--)) We drive back in a military style jeep, covered with room for all of us. we also picked up some ammo. "According to the map, There's a helicopter base 12 Kilometers West of here." I assume everyone gets the point and stop talking.
>:C
Y U NO SCOOT OT LANDEENG AR E AH

"Let's go... did you bring crutches?" I ask, near passing out from the pain.

"There's a stretcher in the truck"

GUISE
Y U IGNORE ME AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

GUISE
Y U IGNORE ME AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Because we have no way of contacting you


out of range
I let myself be lifted onto the stretcher and into the truck. I pass out shortly after.

out of range
I let myself be lifted onto the stretcher and into the truck. I pass out shortly after.
I'm following you. I'm basically circling you.

that can't change the fact that i'm passed out
 a timeskip can though
so timeskip
I wake up back at base, my leg and arm in a cast.
"Ugh... so much pain... so tired..."
« Last Edit: October 14, 2011, 01:18:47 AM by Gojira »


Asdf
I'll also find a specific plane.

You see me a couple of beds away sleeping.

"Ugh..."
I take a sip from the coke on the side of the bed, unaware that it had a pain reliever and sleeping pill in it.

There's a bunch of blood packs and IVs hooked to me, one cast for arm and leg. and you have no idea what the forget happened :o

if you crashed the goddamn jeep...
at least I was probably out before it crashed.

I fall asleep.
"Good night."

going to bed irl
g'night