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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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Ava shrugged and shook her head. "Sugar coat it all you like, Caribbean." She smiled coyly, remembering her own set of relevant lyrics. "And how did the other tune go? Hmmm? I believe it was... 'Meet the new boss, same as the old boss'? Anyway, I can relate, somewhat, as many can about their homeland seeking better grounds among the wastes of this broken world."

Ava paused, the playfulness in her voice seemingly replaced with a slightly sadder tone. "Sadly I was from a country defending said land... not seeking it." She looked to the Caribbean-born pilot, eyes somewhat darker, more serious. "If history has taught us anything, the ones who threw the words 'liberating' or 'freeing' while invading where more than often the ones who couldn't be any farther from what they said they stood for." Ava sighed, leaning back once again.

"But I get ahead of myself here, our unexpectedly long and exhausting trip hasn't done wonders with my mood, admittedly. We should probably discuss more fruitful topics... Like where do we all go from hear after we've had a little rest? The weather around these parts isn't exactly those most predictable.... So, Herr Kommandant, what exactly is our next step?" Ava said, glancing over at Roland.

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Heya! Don't let em feel overwhelming! Holy pretty much said what needed to be said, and I would be more than happy to to just use one of my CSs. I really don't mind.

Besides, especially with these kind of RPs, its always best to take the "shotgun blast" approach to players. XD
My two glorious submissions. I find this RP interesting and thought I'd hop aboard.



Potentially interested! I like the concept.
Posted. Ava is being bitchy about the situation in her head. Cause you only have to be polite to people on the surface! :D
Today, was a bad day for Ava.

She is a highly skilled, incredibly talented pilot, someone who earned her Ace rank at such a young age, deserving of her title "Night Witch". She has fought her way across Europe, flown over the barren and harsh wastes of France, going up against the best of the best.

And to what end?

Now she carried a Ukrainian dog, helped by someone who only just grasps the concepts of "English" following a Canadian Scanner to an unknown hut in the middle of god knows where, Iceland, freezing her god damn legs off. Exhausted, cold, hungry, and with only a basic Luger as protection as she hefted her squadmate towards the shelter. And low and behold, it was occupied. In fact, the moment Ava noticed the lights in the cabin, she yelled "Gott Dammit!" After some, in what she would call, prolong negotiations, Roland was was able to get everyone inside. Ava simply muttered "Danke" to the strange Caribbean soldier as they made their way in. She and her squadmate Ashikaga lowered their beleaguered comrade into a chair, finally allowing Ava to observe the cabin with more freedom. It was simple, almost quaint if it wasn't for the now large group of veteran pilots standing inside, trying to warm up from the walk. Glancing around, her gaze came to rest on the stranger who had helped them.

Finding a spot on the wall, she leaned back and stretched, "Mein Gott that was a long flight...." she muttered as she stretched. Now leaning against the wall, Ava finally had a chance to size up the helpful stranger. He was young, muscular, a strapping young man to say the least. It caused Ava to laugh a little inside, as he reminded her of some ad in a prewar magazine she had once found. "So... Mr. Caribbean, you said you flew this far north for.... imperialistic purposes?" Ava started, trying to get some more information out the guy. She found it odd that the some organization based so far south go so far north, and east, for that matter.

Ima here. I got an idea of a nation starting off in a massive civil war of ideologies. That way we all have something to "talk about" once things get started.
<Snipped quote by Ophidian>

No i havent actually touched on the carribean yet, which would actually allow you to sort of write in your own ideas as its currently a blank slate :)

By the way, this bomber-fighter is pretty cool



The fuck is that? It's like.... someone taught a retarded squid how to fly....

#rekt
Fair enough, THEN LET THE ADVENTURE BEGIN!

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