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7 yrs ago
Current Been practicing drawing for a few months now. Biggest tip I can give so far is copy, copy, copy. It really helps you learn the basics in a very hands on way,
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7 yrs ago
Finally caught up on Rick and Morty. Pretty good shit. It's not every day a cartoon reminds me of my existential crisis.
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7 yrs ago
The Boarder Patrol in Vermont has more important matters than illegal Mexicans. They have to stop the White Walkers.
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7 yrs ago
Unborn babies are essentially mech pilots, right?
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7 yrs ago
You know what's worse then radio Country Music? Country Music Radio hosts.

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To some up the Avienian leadership's reaction to this:

"Err... yeah, it was all according to plan! That ship was totally meant to jump there and dispatch its troops to terrorize the enemy! Totally meant for that to happen! Yep.. he he.... ooohh boy... this is just one huge mess, ain't it?"
Sector 47, Combat Zone:
A n u r i a
Fleet:
44th Fleet of Avienia
Unit:
509th Mechanized Troops
2nd Platoon, Amalan Company

Campaign Objective:
The seizure of the strategic native city of "Kol'Kida" and its assets. Heavy use of chemical warfare is highly recommended to keep damage to strategic objectives to a minimum


Sgt. Breter woke with a start. He found himself laying on the floor of the ship's barracks, fire burning further down the hallway. He was occasionally showered in sparks from the destroyed ceiling above. His eyes slowly began to focus, head aching, left leg burning. His visor was cracked, but the HUD still read his suits integrity had not been breached. Getting to his feat, Breter glanced around, trying to get his barrings, when suddenly a soldier ran into the barracks. "What the hell are you doing!? We need to get off this thing! Now! We're abandoning ship!" the soldier yelled, grabbing the sergeant and tugging him down the hall.
"What the hell is going on? One moment I'm getting ready to brief my squad, the next I'm on the floor!" Breter asked, finally getting his wits about him.
"We got hit as we jumped the ship is currently getting shot to hell over the Artic Northland." the soldier responded, the pair running through the ship. They were aboard the AES Kanura, a Frigette Class ship that was supposed to have jumped with the rest of the fleet. However, the large chunks of space debris over Anuria had changed that, sending the ship far off course. Now it was over the Artic Nortland, suffering from severe damage and slowly falling out of orbit.

The unfortunate ship had jumped straight into the middle of a great naval battle above the poles. For the briefest of moments, both sides were somewhat stunned, taken back by such a random ship to join the fray. Some captains from either side might have thought that the ship was simply suicidal or something. Nontheless, hell fire began to rain down on the Kanura, shields flaring for a moment before succumbing to the onslaught. Hull breaches, fires, and other battle damage covered the ship as it began its deadly decent. Without shields or structural integrity to protect it, much of it would definitely be destroyed in the fall.

Sgt Breter sprinted down the ruined halls, finally breaking into the hangar bay. Fires burned everywhere, but it didn't matter now. The few dropships that remained were already beginning to take off. He leap aboard one of the ships as it lifted off the floor, making it just barely into the ship. The troops and crew already aboard pulled him in as the side doors shut and sealed. The AVC-28 rocketed out of the hanger as the ship fell. On the plus side, the large amounts of debris, the more important battle above them, and the fact that at this point, the ship was already passing the low orbit mark meant that the ship wasn't immediately blasted out of space. A small group of dropships descended upon the Northland, drop pods and conventional escape pods whizzing past them as they began their decent. Sadly though, once they got closer to the frozen surface, the formation was lit up by anti air emplacements on the ground. Ship after ship being blown from the sky. Breter starred in silent terror as tracers filled the skies around his ship. Suddenly the dropship bucked and began to uncontrollably lean right, smoke noticeably billowing from the right engine. "Brace brace brace!" Yelled the pilot as the rocketed down toward the tundra.

Thus began the unintentional, Avienian guerrilla warfare campaign in the Arctic Northlands.

So who currently controls the space over the Arctic Northlands? My opening post will involve a Frigette class ship accidentally jumping into that sector with no support and damaged, so I just want to know/warn whoever will be shooting it to hell has the troops aboard desperately attempt to escape the doom vessel.
*stirs awake on lounge chair* Huh? What? I've been here snoring my ass off waiting for something! What's going on here?
Yea, just unexpectedly busy. But I'm still here!
Well now that whole holiday mess is over, anyone still alive from the pie/cake/present/alcohol/turkey induced coma?
*Hardcore twiddling of thumbs*
Moved NS to CS section, post will be up tomorrow that that holidays, birthdays, sick days, work days, ect, ect, ect, is all over with. XD

Sort of unavailable till monday. Shall have a post up then!
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