Poll

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 67482 times)



It can draw a snake.

I draw a dragon, and a teleporter. The dragon teleports and eats you.

Now stop being so brown town.

Guys, please stop

This happens in every RP that me and/or another member of Apocalypse is in.
Every. single. one.


I draw a dragon, and a teleporter. The dragon teleports and eats you.

Now stop being so brown town.

mmmm brown town


okay okay, fun's fun, let's get back to the rp.


Timeskip to the morning?

okay okay, fun's fun, let's get back to the rp.


Timeskip to the morning?

As long as we get off the topic of "snake"


I take a look back into the room. Goddamn, this team is a mess. Three of the pilots were off arguing and Lenta is in the corner holding his face with his hands.

It was agonizing to see the nut-jobs off in their "educational discussion" while Lenta was left to take the crap for himself.

"Hey, come on." I pat him on the shoulder. Something didn't seem right, however. He looked way too bony. "Holy stuff, have you been eating at all?"

Ok, I decide to drink a sip of water. My arm wound is very visible now

"Alright, I'm gonna sleep in the Super Tomcat tonight." I said.


heeheehee

REVERSE QUADRUPLE BIIIIIIIIITCH SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP
FATALITY


"Alright, I'm gonna cuddle with my jet." everybody stared at me. "What?"

"Nothing, these are some lovey jets..." They were by some sort of miracle there already.

I climbed into the roosterpit of my brand-new MiG. It had that new-jet smell. I grabbed the blanket from my bunk, got back into the jet, closed the canopy, and fell asleep. I also had coffee in a thermos.