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The Voltusiest Ventus
STATUS: Happy Birthday, I hope you’re gonna have a good day today. 3 yrs ago
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Happy Birthday, I hope you’re gonna have a good day today.
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7 yrs ago
Word of the Day: Overcome.
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7 yrs ago
Also checked out Myriad Reality, I think they are trying to build some kind of computer consciousness over there via IC posts.
7 yrs ago
Get ready for an unusually low volume of likes then, you so-and-so.
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7 yrs ago
Can someone ironically praise me please? Thank you!
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I’ve moved. I don’t have the same number anymore.
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Rommel, the desert fox. May he burn in hell.
Here's a motto that I made up: "the wind will carry us home."
Excellent CSs everyone, I'll enjoy making a story with you guys.
Driving Park, yours was very good and My family is actually ethnically originally from Bushehr.
Pronounced buch-eer, hence my last last name Bucheery (from bucheer.)
Pronounced buch-eer, hence my last last name Bucheery (from bucheer.)
It's your choice. Maybe they could of seen him having a 'talk' with Howard in the past.
My feathers aren't rustled for the simple reason of me not having any. I am a mammal we tend to not have feathers ;).
I picked the MiG-21 because cool, that is all.
He'd been running for a while, his feet hurt and his breathing was shallow. Stan had been chasing Howard every step of the way, the glimpses of Stan Howard got proved it, he was taking it in his stride, like a jog.
"You won't get away from me, boy!" he roared in the, cutting the silence if the night and defending there foot steps, "I was a F***ing Ranger, this is a cake walk!", Stan started to speed up, slowly but Surely closing in on Howard, his foot steps echoing louder and louder off the dilapidated walls of the buildings adjacent. A sudden thrum filled the air, filling it with vibration and energy, the sounds of people shouting and laughing mixed with the deep bass of electronic music. The Scarpyard came into view people lay passed out on the pavement, drunk, high and intoxicated, a person Howard could only assume was a bouncer, at the entrance . He started to approach the entrance to the scrapyard rave jumping over unconscious bums and half naked prostitutes. Stan was close now, Howard could hear his breathing clearly from behind him, steady and clear compared to Howard's own ragged one he smashed past the bouncer and into the fray.
The scrapyard was full with what could have only been a crowd of degenerates, drunks, drug abusers, multiple rings where people were cheering on barbaric displays of crude combat. Howard turned to see Stan looking around the scrapyard for him, the bouncer behind him counting a small stack of cash.
Howard slipped into the croud nearest to him and started to blend in -however not well due to the angry glares he got from some people, he was shoved.
He fell face first into the dirt floor and the crowd around him erupted in a roar of glee, Howard looked up to see Stan smiling at him from across the chalk circle of the arena.
"You won't get away from me, boy!" he roared in the, cutting the silence if the night and defending there foot steps, "I was a F***ing Ranger, this is a cake walk!", Stan started to speed up, slowly but Surely closing in on Howard, his foot steps echoing louder and louder off the dilapidated walls of the buildings adjacent. A sudden thrum filled the air, filling it with vibration and energy, the sounds of people shouting and laughing mixed with the deep bass of electronic music. The Scarpyard came into view people lay passed out on the pavement, drunk, high and intoxicated, a person Howard could only assume was a bouncer, at the entrance . He started to approach the entrance to the scrapyard rave jumping over unconscious bums and half naked prostitutes. Stan was close now, Howard could hear his breathing clearly from behind him, steady and clear compared to Howard's own ragged one he smashed past the bouncer and into the fray.
The scrapyard was full with what could have only been a crowd of degenerates, drunks, drug abusers, multiple rings where people were cheering on barbaric displays of crude combat. Howard turned to see Stan looking around the scrapyard for him, the bouncer behind him counting a small stack of cash.
Howard slipped into the croud nearest to him and started to blend in -however not well due to the angry glares he got from some people, he was shoved.
He fell face first into the dirt floor and the crowd around him erupted in a roar of glee, Howard looked up to see Stan smiling at him from across the chalk circle of the arena.
Name: Richard De'Quincey
Nickname/Callsign: Grapes of Wrath (Gow for short)
Age: 33
Nationality: Swiss National (French Canadian Origin)
Appearance:
Bio:
He was born in 1985 to two wine producing artisans from canada, he had a fairly uneventful childhood, home schooled by tutors he never really learned to interact with other people aside from his parents. He had always had a deep set fascination with two things: Wine and airplanes -not knowing alcohol and planes were a bad combo. During his time before the heavenly fall he use to help his parents pick and crush grapes on their grape farm, giving him a masterful eye in color and texture, however in his free time he'd be studying planes and Aerodynamics, gaining an in depth understanding of mechanics and physics.
When Richard was 13 it happened, the giant rocks fell from the skies and impacted the earth, kicking up plooms of dust and ash inti the atmosphere, the lack of sun killed the grape crops and lost the family their money, they joined a mass exidous of poor people to Toronto but trouble was around the corner. As the legions of poor, homeless people marched across Canada a late comer was huddling through the atmospher, right towards them. When it impacted it killed everything and almost everyone and when the military came to investigate they found Richard, wide-eyed and terrified clutching the dead body of his mother in his hands. When he was finally pulled away he managed to grab something from the floor and slip it into his bag, a bottle of wine (who knows, possibly the last good bottle on earth).
He was raised by one of the soldiers who helped him and the survivors back to civilization, Howard Scott. His initial mentor, taught him everything he needed to know about planes and flying, he wasn't a new father -no where near it- but he was something, something Richard needed. However one day Howard was shot outside their home in Toronto by an Anti-UN separatist. After that day Richard joined the airforce in his honor at the age of 18.
Service Record:
3 years in the canadian airforce piloting an F-16, 2 years in the britsh royal airforce after being transferred to help with the war effort in eastern Europe where he piloted a harrier and finally 10 years in the UN airforce after becoming a Swiss citizen and having to be obligatorily drafted into the airforce due to his experience.
Air Craft Details:
Name: Thunder Drum
Profile Link: MiG-21
Modifications:
• Re-engineered fuel injection system with computerized fuel drip system to allow optimum fuel efficiency for the amount of oxygen entering.
• Nozzled graphite thrust exit to force out thrust faster and give it more speed.
• Titanium body and frame reducing the aircrafts weight and increasing speed (these give it the ability to reach Mach 3).
• Comupterised helmet fir advanced targeting and navigation, it also displays information on objects and areas of intrest in the vasintiy of the plane.
•Added additional extra fuel drop tanks giving it an extra 800km of range making it an escort fighter.
• (Very important) AC/Heater for convenience.
Color Scheme:
Main fuselage is gun metal grey with a black stripe down the middle, all wings and winglets are painted with black and white D-Day invasion stripes.
Weapons Systems:
-Modest Weapons-
• 2x 20mm auto cannons mounted below the air intake, they have approximately 1 minute of fire time each.
• 2x Vympel R-77 medium range air-air missiles.
• 2x 700Kg Air-Fuel Explosive Bombs.
• And a set of rocket launchers to fire on ground targets.
Nickname/Callsign: Grapes of Wrath (Gow for short)
Age: 33
Nationality: Swiss National (French Canadian Origin)
Appearance:
Bio:
He was born in 1985 to two wine producing artisans from canada, he had a fairly uneventful childhood, home schooled by tutors he never really learned to interact with other people aside from his parents. He had always had a deep set fascination with two things: Wine and airplanes -not knowing alcohol and planes were a bad combo. During his time before the heavenly fall he use to help his parents pick and crush grapes on their grape farm, giving him a masterful eye in color and texture, however in his free time he'd be studying planes and Aerodynamics, gaining an in depth understanding of mechanics and physics.
When Richard was 13 it happened, the giant rocks fell from the skies and impacted the earth, kicking up plooms of dust and ash inti the atmosphere, the lack of sun killed the grape crops and lost the family their money, they joined a mass exidous of poor people to Toronto but trouble was around the corner. As the legions of poor, homeless people marched across Canada a late comer was huddling through the atmospher, right towards them. When it impacted it killed everything and almost everyone and when the military came to investigate they found Richard, wide-eyed and terrified clutching the dead body of his mother in his hands. When he was finally pulled away he managed to grab something from the floor and slip it into his bag, a bottle of wine (who knows, possibly the last good bottle on earth).
He was raised by one of the soldiers who helped him and the survivors back to civilization, Howard Scott. His initial mentor, taught him everything he needed to know about planes and flying, he wasn't a new father -no where near it- but he was something, something Richard needed. However one day Howard was shot outside their home in Toronto by an Anti-UN separatist. After that day Richard joined the airforce in his honor at the age of 18.
Service Record:
3 years in the canadian airforce piloting an F-16, 2 years in the britsh royal airforce after being transferred to help with the war effort in eastern Europe where he piloted a harrier and finally 10 years in the UN airforce after becoming a Swiss citizen and having to be obligatorily drafted into the airforce due to his experience.
Air Craft Details:
Name: Thunder Drum
Profile Link: MiG-21
Modifications:
• Re-engineered fuel injection system with computerized fuel drip system to allow optimum fuel efficiency for the amount of oxygen entering.
• Nozzled graphite thrust exit to force out thrust faster and give it more speed.
• Titanium body and frame reducing the aircrafts weight and increasing speed (these give it the ability to reach Mach 3).
• Comupterised helmet fir advanced targeting and navigation, it also displays information on objects and areas of intrest in the vasintiy of the plane.
•Added additional extra fuel drop tanks giving it an extra 800km of range making it an escort fighter.
• (Very important) AC/Heater for convenience.
Color Scheme:
Main fuselage is gun metal grey with a black stripe down the middle, all wings and winglets are painted with black and white D-Day invasion stripes.
Weapons Systems:
-Modest Weapons-
• 2x 20mm auto cannons mounted below the air intake, they have approximately 1 minute of fire time each.
• 2x Vympel R-77 medium range air-air missiles.
• 2x 700Kg Air-Fuel Explosive Bombs.
• And a set of rocket launchers to fire on ground targets.
Give me some time.
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