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4 yrs ago
Current Having a puppy and trying to train it despite never ever raising a dog ever before and getting conflicting opinions sucks.
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4 yrs ago
Alcohol helps numb the fact ive done nothing useful these last 7 months.
4 yrs ago
three day weekend. nothing to do but get drunk and hope something interesting happens for once in this boring town -.-
5 yrs ago
Oh boi, elf tiddies!
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5 yrs ago
all this talk about warrior cats..man nostalgia hits hard in the gut.
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I'm posting next, wait up!
people got personal lives, man.
post is up.

again, if anything is wrong with my post, would love some feedback about it. I'm kinda trying to get school done and I'm sort of rushing these!
As the Air Wing arrived in the airspace of Oured, Angelika widened her eyes to the site laid before her- Tracer rounds lighting up the sky as they tried to hit their intended targets, contrails going left to right as Aircraft chased each other in a 'dance'; The Emmerian felt like she only seen this happen before. as she woke up from her daydreaming, she looked to her left and spotted a Flanker heading straight for the city, armed with a few KAB-500L's. What sort of lightened the mood for her was that it had Estovakian markings. She smiled under her Flight Helmet, making a bank left to intercept it while speaking into the comms with a calm voice

"It would be my Pleasure, Yellow! I have unfinished business with them. Angel, Engaging!"

As she approached her target with her itching finger on the trigger, the Flanker pilot banked left in an attempt to outrun her, which prompted a switch to her R-27's.. Pushing the throttle forward and somewhat closing distance, she chased the Su-27 through the bay.

"Angel, Fox Three!" She called, banking to her left right after her missile disconnected from it's Station and trailed it's target. As soon as this happened, she shook her head as the screeches of the lock on warning filled her head, getting worse and worse as the beeping got quicker and quicker. Angel put it into a high-G turn, seeing the missile flying past and the warning dying down. She spotted another Jet- a Yuk MiG 21- headiing straight for her. She dove down towards the water, trying to avoid hostile contact with it.
I'll be posting tomorrow, haven't been able to due to school problems.
I know that for sure. can't wear glasses.
So, Silverwind, what other types of injuries could be career ending for a pilot in the Air Force?
I think they will, seeing that if they weren't it was basically a waste of time choosing them :l
just posted, feel free to tell me anything I may need to edit
Angelika sat in the back of the group, her eyes and ears keeping note of the briefing. She had a feeling that this conflict that happened today would escalate to war, which seemed to be happening to all the nations lately. Her trust was placed mostly in her Lead, but came to feel a bit of it among the other pilots that were now in the same Wing after what happened earlier. It was a miracle, to her, that she and Miku actually made it out of there.

as the briefing ended, Angelika stood up and ran from the room to the tarmac, knowing that if they weren't ready soon, lots of lives could die. As she reached her tin can, she touched her Angel insignia before climbing into her MiG 23, which had been repaired as much as possible in the few minutes they had. as she closed her canopy and finished her pre-flight checks, she waited for confirmation to move onto the runway. after a few minutes, confirmation was given and she formed up on Natasha's left wing

"Hey Yellow, you're an ace now?" She asked Natasha, looking back at her wings, repositioning them "Congratulations, I find that the greatest feat ever accomplished!"
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