TheMadAsshatter

Carvings of the Galaxy

@Deserted I'll have Tahlia bump into you if you'd like. Just to be sure, is your character clothed yet? I don't recall you mentioning it in your post.

Firearms Thread

@TheEvanCat True. Automatic fire is basically useless for anything other than suppression or extremely close quarters, but at least it has it's niche. Burst fire is just garbage. On top of being a mechanical nightmare, it can sometimes be a gamble. You don't simply pull the trigger and get a three round burst; you have to hold it, and since it operates on a sort of ratchet system, it doesn't reset after you release the trigger, so you could let off only two rounds in a burst, then try to let off another burst and only get one round when you're expecting more. That could screw you over in a firefight. That's not even going into how that makes an already sensitive machine with tight tolerances and makes it even more susceptible to malfunction due to needless added complexity.

So yeah, burst fire is complete garbage in every way. It's a novel concept, but in practice it is only slightly less useful than muzzle-loaded rifles. Automatic fire isn't as bad if it's sustained, and fired from a proper machine gun as opposed to an assault rifle.

@ClocktowerEchos To add to that, most "AK-47s" shown in movies are really closer to the AKM. The actual AK-47 is an outdated design that was replaced by the AKM (the M stands for modernized) in 1956, which was later replaced by the AK-74, and then the AK-74m. Not sure if you've noticed, but I really love AKs.

Firearms Thread

Since the old thread died out almost a year ago, I figured I'd rekindle that flame. I'll open with a picture of me with my pride and joy. A Saiga AK-74.

Politics, because why not?

Gary Johnson is also deciding to run. He's at least as proven as Clinton, and not nearly as untrustworthy.

Rate/Comment the Avatar Above You

Solid 8.5/10, but docking points due to obvious fan service. 7.5/10.

Whatever's On Your Mind Megathread

I'm slowly starting to realize how little free time I'll have if I want to be successful in the Air Force.

Carvings of the Galaxy

Cool, cool.

Carvings of the Galaxy

@Eru Iluvatar Yay, we're all dead, RP's over, GG.

Carvings of the Galaxy

@beyond visions I would imagine, it being built by humans, it would be intuitive for a human; especially a pilot. If nothing else, the controls for pitch, roll, yaw, and thrust I think would be the same. The other stuff might be tricky. Plus, breaking atmosphere and trying to land on a planet would be a challenge.

Carvings of the Galaxy

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Tahlia Spade

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In a dizzying instant, Tahlia found herself rudely awakened by a rush of freezing cold air as the cryo-tube door came open before her. Her eyes practically snapped open at the sudden shock, and for a brief moment her mind was racing. It took her a moment, but she calmed down when her mind registered her surroundings. She was still struggling to remember what happened, but her body determined that it was more important to exit the cryo-tube Cold was not Tahlia's friend, and she damn near fell on her face trying to get out, only just managing to catch herself on all fours. It's a good thing her reflexes weren't disturbed by the jarring awakening.

She took a few deep breaths, reveling in the somewhat warmer air outside of the pod itself before taking a quick glance around and picking herself up. "Ughhh, fuck the cold," she snipped, wrapping her arms around her torso and brushing her hair away from her face. She quickly took stock of the room, and the others in it, and with it she began to recall where she was and why. The project, the participants, the fact that everyone else was likely dead by this point.

Tahlia shoved that last thought aside, knowing it wouldn't do any good for the time being. Instead, she focused on taking stock of her surroundings. The room, her clothes, or lack thereof, the others and their state of equal undress. Just like how she remembered it, with the exception that Benji was missing and there was one person she didn't recognize. Her mind ran through a brief list of scenarios before coming to the conclusion that somebody in charge of the project must have known what they were doing... Right? Regardless, Tahlia recognized Yaz, Echo, and Owen right off the bat. Everyone else was here. So where was Benji?

No sooner had that thought entered her mind than Owen piped in with a quip about interior decorating. Unlike many of his jokes, she actually got a small chuckle out of that one. That could have been the cold shock talking, though. What he said next shook her thoughts into order and gave her a course of action. "I don't blame you," she said, following suit.

She followed a few steps behind Owen, realizing how much of a chore walking was after waking up from being fucking frozen. She quickly looked over her body for signs of freezer burn, thankfully finding none. She looked back up just in time to see Benji come out of nowhere at the end of the hallway. Fully clothed. And somewhat less stable than usual. It was obvious that he came out of his pod before any of the others, but Tahlia worried as to how much earlier. The next thing she noticed was the room they found themselves in. A kitchen by the looks of it. And a cake sitting on the table. Knowing Benji, he may very well have had it made as a sort of welcome. At the same time, it almost felt like a birthday. The birth of a new chapter, for themselves, and for humanity.

Benji approached Tahlia with a blanket. She knew what he was about to do and instead opted to take it herself and wrap it over her shoulders. It was a welcome comfort to be able to insulate herself somewhat. "Thanks, Benji," she said, letting him drone on about whatever. He definitely seemed more stable before, though at least he also seemed no less generous or kindhearted now. That was good.

At the mention of clothes, Tahlia followed Benji and Owen to the living quarters, or whatever Cryonautics called it. The shock of waking up finally began to wear off as she wandered down the corridor. Upon entering the living area, Tahlia found that her room was the first one on the left. She walked inside and began searching through her things for a warm set of clothes. She ended up putting on a pair of green cargo pants, leather boots, and a leather jacket, along with changing into a warmer set of underwear. She walked out of her room and found everyone reconvening in the kitchen. She followed the others, hoping that Benji could finally fill them in on what all has happened in the last however many years it's been.