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May Flowers, May Bombs... One Blooms, One Booms!
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<blockquote data-quote="Deleted member 2386" data-source="post: 521182"><p>...I'm hit, boys and lasses, hit real bad. Attempted to return to base this morning but sustained fire before I even reached altitude. Smoke and thunder all the way home, crash landed on the moonscape what used to be the runway...but there was yet worse to come, strafing run after strafing run as I crawled out of the cockpit, weaving serpentine through the haze toward the fume-cloaked bulk of HQ...all to find it a shambles, nothing left, as if smote by the fist of some rogue titan who escaped the wrath of Jove.</p><p></p><p>Currently hunkered down in a drainage ditch with my radio, waiting for dark to chance a dash for the treeline. If I last the night on the morrow I will submit photographic evidence of the carnage--I hear the damnable droning of another wave, growing louder and louder; must go silent lest this frequency be compromised. More anon...fates willing.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Deleted member 2386, post: 521182"] ...I'm hit, boys and lasses, hit real bad. Attempted to return to base this morning but sustained fire before I even reached altitude. Smoke and thunder all the way home, crash landed on the moonscape what used to be the runway...but there was yet worse to come, strafing run after strafing run as I crawled out of the cockpit, weaving serpentine through the haze toward the fume-cloaked bulk of HQ...all to find it a shambles, nothing left, as if smote by the fist of some rogue titan who escaped the wrath of Jove. Currently hunkered down in a drainage ditch with my radio, waiting for dark to chance a dash for the treeline. If I last the night on the morrow I will submit photographic evidence of the carnage--I hear the damnable droning of another wave, growing louder and louder; must go silent lest this frequency be compromised. More anon...fates willing. [/QUOTE]
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