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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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8 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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8 yrs ago
Unborn babies are essentially mech pilots, right?
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8 yrs ago
You know what's worse then radio Country Music? Country Music Radio hosts.

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Done!
This looks fascinating, I'll throw up a CS soon if that's fine.
Shall I bring the tumble weeds into this thread?
~Tumble weeds~ ~Tumble weeds~ ~Tumble weeds~ ~Tumble weeds~ ~Tumble weeds~ ~Tumble weeds~
Sort of just waiting around as well, but I'm still here and alive!
@Darkmoon Angel

Wait....

This is a from a game or something...?

*Googles around for a bit*

HOLY SHIT! Ha! I never thought that this was based on an actual game! Ha ha, well cool. I can definitely tell you that you did a good job making this as open to anyone as possible. I mean, I literally had no idea, and even now, haven't actually played it yet.
Luck was not on his side...

Or so Heinrich had thought. Continuing his wanderings from earlier, after a much needed breather, the Powder Mage had began searching the west sector now, mainly walking the main streets, occasionally asking inn keepers for any "Oracles" that may have dropped in. Truth be told, he hadn't the faintest clue what the Oracle even looked like! the vision had only gotten increasingly blurred and faded as time went on, so Heinrich was having an incredibly difficult time simply remebering it. With yet, another heavy sigh, the masked man continued his wandering.

"Perhaps it was simply a devil playing a trick on me... No! I mustn't loose my resolve! I must be close to my god given quest! If only there was a sign... Simply something from the great one that could aid my most noble endeavor! If only... Well... perhaps that would make things a bit to easy... A proper gentleman must take the entire challenge in stride. Now then... what shall the next area of searching be? Perhaps the Docks again? No.. no that wouldn't due... Hmmmm...." Heinrich thought to himself, seemingly stroking a non existent beard.

It seemed he was so engrossed in thought, that he hadn't noticed the maid he had just bumped into. She fell back a bit while he stood, somewhat surprised by such a sudden introduction, so to speak.

"I... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to, I wasn't looking where I was going..." the lady hesitantly stuttered out at the sight of Heinrich.

The imposing figured leaned forward slighty, a single, bright orange eye peered from behind the mask, seemingly burrowing into the soul of this maid, with only pain and suffering being reflected back by that cold, dead sta-

"I SAY! What have I told you already, narrator?!"

*Ahem*

Heinrich gave a curt bow and offered his hand.. asshole

"Terribly sorry myself, miss! I too, was completely unawares of my surroundings! How foolish I must seem, ha ha! I do hope you are alright, do you need any help?" He asked warmly, a genuine smile masked by his more intimidating appearance.

@Darkmoon Angel
@Skepic@ChaoticFox@bluetommy2@Stern Algorithm Okay pilots, we had a nice little break, can we all jump back in and pick up where we left off now? :D



God dammit Dynamo.... Don't put me on a nostalgic feel train with that GIF!
Posted. Come on people, let's get the ball rolling!
Hanna smirked as she watched the insignificant scum fall from the sky into a nearby tower. Yes, these fools had no right being up here, nor would they last a day on the front. What waste of materials, but she supposed that many wars, including her own, were simply that, a waste of material. "People should learn to stay in line....." she muttered to herself as she began to turn her Focke-Wulf around to engage a new target.

"You see that, scum? Keep trying to climb back up to my level, as it will be all to enjoyable when I kick you back into the dirt! You made a mis-"

CRACK!

A flak round detonated under the belly of the aircraft, shrapnel and glass flying which way in the cockpit as the aircraft suddenly took a right roll from the impact. The iconic whine of the turboprop engines faltered for a moment as the plane seem to begin gently descending. Hanna was slightly slouched forward in her cockpit, goggles cracked, blood trickling down from the minor lacerations on her head.

It was then the ground crew knew they had fucked up.

Suddenly, seemingly despite the smoking engine, that terrifying high pitch whine of the Focke-Wulf flared to life as the plane suddenly nosed dived toward the deck. Rage. Pure, psychotic rage emanated from the cockpit as the aircraft came barreling toward the Anti Air positions the Jersey Devils had thrown up. The nose of the aircraft was alight as hundreds of rounds of hefty 30mm and 20mm cannons roared with fire. The "RedTail" strafed the positions, coming in shocking low and incredibly fast. Like a fast moving trench raider, the plane weaved from "cover" to cover, letting loose deadly barrages at every AA position in its path.

"You think a moment of cleverness will be enough? A taste of a potential victory...? Please... I bathe in victory, I feast upon its fruits and reap its rewards..... You will be erased!" Hanna spoke across open comms for the first time since she had been hit.
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