It's actually going to be a bit of a challenge to decide what kind of tank and crew I want to have. Lots of good ideas.
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I'm game. Always love doing tank stuff.
BTW, the second choice video:
Bonus points if you know the story behind each clip of footage.
Nobody, absolutely No-one: Nothing
Wolf Spooders:
So when should Iris get a 70 inch plasma screen TV?
-Side note: apparently a wolf-spider scaled to human size can sprint up to 65 mph.
That song came out after the end of America’s involvement in the war.
I’m gonna put more up in that post now just because.
Rebecca Holloway
Streets of Mantleville
They didn't know. It wasn't their fault. There was no way that they could've known. They were from different times. Different eras. Before the true brutality of war came to fruition. The old warfare was still bloody and nasty, but there was nothing like watching someone be burned alive by white phosphorus or napalm, or seeing someone disappear after a bomb struck them, or cutting men down in swaths with gunfire from a machine gun.
What's more, she was in a unit that was entirely secret. Their missions, let alone their entire existence, had only just started coming to light recently. The secret war they conducted in Laos and Cambodia, even more secret was the initiative she underwent which resulted in her newest living partner she played host to. Those images flashed through her mind as she walked on down the sidewalk, lost in another time. Her eyes stared straight ahead, looking out at something far past the horizon.
They continued on like that. Silently, for a good while, before Rebecca spoke up. Without looking at either of them, she said,
"My unit had an over 100% casualty rate. We were outnumbered a thousand to one during our missions. I've been shot more times than I care to count. One time I had to call in an airstrike and was too close to the white phosphorous rocket. It exploded too close and I caught it in my side. You know what white phosphorous is? It's like a piece of wax that catches fire when exposed to air and burns as long as it has a chemical reaction going. The only way to get it off is to cut it out along with whatever else it's stuck to, as the intense heat can melt most whatever it touches. I took my knife and cut it out of my side so I could keep going. Gave myself a nasty scar. Laos. 1968. I wasn't even a team leader then. Just an RTO trying to vector in air to keep the NVA off us..."
Streets of Mantleville
They didn't know. It wasn't their fault. There was no way that they could've known. They were from different times. Different eras. Before the true brutality of war came to fruition. The old warfare was still bloody and nasty, but there was nothing like watching someone be burned alive by white phosphorus or napalm, or seeing someone disappear after a bomb struck them, or cutting men down in swaths with gunfire from a machine gun.
What's more, she was in a unit that was entirely secret. Their missions, let alone their entire existence, had only just started coming to light recently. The secret war they conducted in Laos and Cambodia, even more secret was the initiative she underwent which resulted in her newest living partner she played host to. Those images flashed through her mind as she walked on down the sidewalk, lost in another time. Her eyes stared straight ahead, looking out at something far past the horizon.
They continued on like that. Silently, for a good while, before Rebecca spoke up. Without looking at either of them, she said,
"My unit had an over 100% casualty rate. We were outnumbered a thousand to one during our missions. I've been shot more times than I care to count. One time I had to call in an airstrike and was too close to the white phosphorous rocket. It exploded too close and I caught it in my side. You know what white phosphorous is? It's like a piece of wax that catches fire when exposed to air and burns as long as it has a chemical reaction going. The only way to get it off is to cut it out along with whatever else it's stuck to, as the intense heat can melt most whatever it touches. I took my knife and cut it out of my side so I could keep going. Gave myself a nasty scar. Laos. 1968. I wasn't even a team leader then. Just an RTO trying to vector in air to keep the NVA off us..."
Hey this is just kinda a courtesy announcement; I'm still invested, and I will still be posting. But I'm apartment hunting right now, so my days have been busier than normal. I'll get there soon enough.
It's fine. I'm still working on my own stuff too.
Years ago I probably could’ve guessed but it’s been so long since my college history courses.
Is that it then? Shall we pack up and move on?
Rebecca Holloway
Streets of Mantleville
"Fewer times more trying than war, Yumi." Rebecca replied, her hand idly finding the zippo lighter in her pocket as she tried not to remember too much about her past.
That didn't stop those memories from still lurking below the surface. How many times she went to kill for her country on orders, and found out that there were worse things crawling in the jungles of Southeast Asia than the Viet Cong and NVA. She fought a shiver traveling up her spine and sighed.
Thankfully they had arrived at their destination. Rebecca mentally went over the list of food that their kitsune goddess so graciously gave them and headed inside. She came back out a half-hour later with two big bags and a lighter wallet. She didn't complain. She had offered. This was the whole idea.
"I think Alviva is better than Velvet." She said to the vampiress. "Anyway, let's get this back to our waiting goddess before she turns the building into a pile of ash."
Streets of Mantleville
"Fewer times more trying than war, Yumi." Rebecca replied, her hand idly finding the zippo lighter in her pocket as she tried not to remember too much about her past.
That didn't stop those memories from still lurking below the surface. How many times she went to kill for her country on orders, and found out that there were worse things crawling in the jungles of Southeast Asia than the Viet Cong and NVA. She fought a shiver traveling up her spine and sighed.
Thankfully they had arrived at their destination. Rebecca mentally went over the list of food that their kitsune goddess so graciously gave them and headed inside. She came back out a half-hour later with two big bags and a lighter wallet. She didn't complain. She had offered. This was the whole idea.
"I think Alviva is better than Velvet." She said to the vampiress. "Anyway, let's get this back to our waiting goddess before she turns the building into a pile of ash."
I’ll make a post when I can.
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