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Tom would be conflicting with Kissinger, sliently yelling at you, trying to get you to get down from there

kissinger retorts and states that both tom and his mother smell like fish.

kissinger retorts and states that both tom and his mother smell like fish.
tom would retort the retort by saying that he was eaten by a fish and his mother was a fisherman

sorry for my reaction

it was a richard thing to say and i deserved the missile, but at the same time gus will probably keep doing stuff like that because he's like that
« Last Edit: July 26, 2015, 06:29:42 PM by CypherX »

sorry for my reaction
it was a richard thing to say and i deserved the missile, but at the same time gus will probably keep doing stuff like that because he's like that
Dude listen, It's all cool. Tippy is an example of a richard character too, Taya just doesn't make her overbearing. Try to find a balance maybe.

"...point taken. Arm's broken anyway. Who are you?"
: Major Coaxoch, flight leader for Squadron 2-4-8 Indentured. I am going to come up there and cut you out of your chute now, got it? I am trusting you to not try anything stupid.

sorry for my reaction

it was a richard thing to say and i deserved the missile, but at the same time gus will probably keep doing stuff like that because he's like that
its cool
that sort of response (the missile) would never happen in the middle of the mission, it was just a slap on the wrist after the mission was technically over

: Major Coaxoch, flight leader for Squadron 2-4-8 Indentured. I am going to come up there and cut you out of your chute now, got it? I am trusting you to not try anything stupid.
"...Right, my arm is broken so don't worry about anything i guess. I'm a lefty so i'm pretty useless. I'm Roger Whitsky, Mjlonir squadron... or "those bastards"."

right, useless. Not really. But no point in getting antsy. Pilots honor is important so maybe she's got a lick of sense in her brain.
« Last Edit: July 26, 2015, 06:14:35 PM by Lockebox »


I fly back to the airbase, silently cursing myself and my idiocy for flying over the jungle and not flying over the water first before I buzzed the beach.

The rest of the flight and the landing is dismal as I think about all of the stuff I'm gonna get from the technicians for catching a missile and the massive hit my wallet is gonna take for buying top shelf liquor for myself and 8 others.

Jaakko lands his aircraft as delicately as possible, and taxis off to the hanger. He receives many disgusted looks from the technicians, who probably wish that he would have crashed the Corsair.

"...Right, my arm is broken so don't worry about anything i guess. I'm a lefty so i'm pretty useless. I'm Roger Whitsky, Mjlonir squadron... or "those bastards"."

right, useless. Not really. But no point in getting antsy. Pilots honor is important so maybe she's got a lick of sense in her brain.
Coaxoch climbs up the tree and out onto the branch you're stuck on. She takes out what could only be described as a huge goddam machete and starts cutting the cords that are tangling you up.
: Brace yourself, this is going to be quite a fall.

You are cut loose and drop ten feet to the ground. The impact doesn't break anything but it sure hurt like hell.

The rest of the flight and the landing is dismal as I think about all of the stuff I'm gonna get from the technicians for catching a missile and the massive hit my wallet is gonna take for buying top shelf liquor for myself and 8 others.

Bell doesn't drink


I take a look at my Razorback, circling and checking the damage.
"Ark, Yukamo's gonna kill me dead. Twice."