Author Topic: Blockland Aces: The Cartelian War [On Base]  (Read 83837 times)

I decide to simply name my plane "Nerves of Steele".
heheheh

"You know I'm still here, right?"
I take a bite of a baked potato that somehow got into my hand.
"Stop being obnoxious."
« Last Edit: February 24, 2014, 07:06:37 PM by Gojira »

I turn around and walk out of the hangar in frustration.
"Do they even know what obnoxious means?"

"Nerve-Racking Killer" I pause. "So much better than your silly plane." I then proceed to stomp off toward the make-shift 86th bunks.

While trekking back to the terminal, I find the Flatpack's hangar open with a few people inside. I approach the group in time to see Mark and Haythem leave, seemingly angry.

... Oh. Haythem's back.

"What happened in here? By the way they left, it looked as though they were getting ready to throw tantrums."

I go to the lunch room and buy a bag of chips.
I eat my doritos angrily.

"They were talkin' stuff about how Xavier named his Flatback."

OOC: sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorr y i'm not dead in this thread please forgive me

I hear the commotion of all the names and I name my plane 'Modus Operandi'

I name my plane mig-29.


I sit in a bench outside the terminal, sipping a tea. "stuff."
I walk out to my plane. It's still out there cooling down from when I arrived. I start running my hands over the metal, smiling.

"Hell I didn't mean to say it in a nasty overtone!" I yell at Haythem from across the hanger, minding my tone this time.

I turn to Jacov.

"I don't know what it is but I just can't handle ignorance or obnoxiousness. I guess too I believed that the 86th Elite Airwing was an elite airwing, and not the 86th Elite Air Day Care of the Recruit Training Command,"

"I heard that." Haythem yells as he walks down the hall.

"Talk about it. Those two are idiot rookies."

I let out a sigh. It's as though nobody in this generation of pilots has any composure.

... Actually, maybe I'm not one to talk. I quickly try to whisk the thought away and come back down to earth. My vision wanders to the coat of arms freshly painted onto the side of the Flatpack's nose.

"Hey, that doesn't look half bad. Did you design that yourself?"

I throw my doritos bag into the trash can, walk outside into the cool, blue sky above the airbase.
I take a deep breath.
"A beautiful day. Too bad it's probably not the best idea to take an F-16 for a leisure flight."
« Last Edit: February 24, 2014, 10:24:12 PM by Blockguy345 »

"Came up with it myself, a mechanic with better painting skills came in and did the outlines, since I'm terrible at making it all even and proportional and whatnot. I colored it though,"

"Good job."

timeskip to when i heal (about a 1 week skip)