As the great warrior poet Ice Cube once said “If the day does not require an AK, it is good.”

The weather’s been lovely of late. The world feels like summer, though it’s barely spring. Long, slow, lazy days wandering the Downs and Ashton Court, walking the tortoise in the garden, ice cream looking over the Avon Gorge. These are the building blocks of which good nostalgia is built.

We had some fighter pilots in the chip shop tonight. My curiosity was piqued when I heard them mention wingmates and copilots in offhanded manner (my eavesdropping, it is ever so subtle), and then the one paying looked at me and said, more or less out of the blue, “You sound like a smart lad. What are you doing here?” And I told him that I was just on the slow crawl from school to Birmingham, and he told me that he and his four friends were Harrier pilots in the Fleet Air Arm, though not currently flying much of anything. I didn’t press for details about what they had done, where they had served, because they were there for fish and chips, but I did have an entertaining natter about WW1 contact patrol aircraft. The evening went so quickly, really. I barely had time to write.

I’ve always been impressed by how straight-out gentlemanly most members of the forces seem to be, and these men were no exception. I don’t care for the government who sends them out to die, or the braying loons who cheer a little too loudly for “OUR BRAVE BOYS”, or even that much for their methods, but the men themselves have in my experience been beyond reproach.

Ork physiology can survive anything up to and including removal of the entire Ork

butane daydreams says:
WAT
butane daydreams says:
the fucking italians
butane daydreams says:
in ww1
butane daydreams says:
DESIGNED A CHAINSAW BOAT
Informal, often used to show contempt says:
ahahahahaha
butane daydreams says:

Informal, often used to show contempt says:
jokes
butane daydreams says:
“In the aftermath of Rizzo’s attack on Wien, the Austrians strengthened their boom defenses until hand-held hydraulic shears could no longer overcome them. The Italians responded with a special type of MAS, the Grillo or “Cricket.” This was a slow, quiet, electrically driven boat inspired by the British rhomboid tanks. It combined the flat-bottomed hull of a landing craft
butane daydreams says:
with a pair of 45-cm torpedoes in side-dropping gear and two hook-studded, engine-driven chains mounted on either side of the hull.”
Informal, often used to show contempt says:
….right
butane daydreams says:
ohhhh they were for climbing over the boom chains rather than cutting them
butane daydreams says:

butane daydreams says:

butane daydreams says:
THAT’S EVEN MORE INSANE
butane daydreams says:
WHAT THE FUCK, ITALY

Work in progress: shadows with hard edges

Laris fell like a diving hawk, perfectly poised, her impaler drawn, arms spread. The Pariah looked up, brought the rifle around almost casually and punched three smoking holes through her chest. Laris smashed into the walkway with a deafening clang, rolled off and fell another five metres to the floor, her blood splattering around her.
Rith placed her shots with absolute accuracy, one shattering the barrel of the rifle and sending it spinning away, another bursting the Pariah’s tail-head, another smashing her foot and causing her to lurch back against the railing for support-
Iltigor was almost on the traitor, feet pounding on the catwalk, impaler coming up and around for the kill-
A line of blazing air cut across the darkened warehouse, linking the Grey Ops sniper and the far wall by way of a space where the Pariah’s head should have been. Iltigor’s thrust connected with a body that was already dead. He stood, breathing hard, purple mist settling on his armour.
-(Rule one,)- said the sniper, chambering another round, -(move to not die.)-

just a series of moments

statistically insignificant says:
what would you wish for? what would make life seem less crap?
Imogen says:
i would like very much to win the debating competition
Imogen says:
and also for a large cat to be sat on me
statistically insignificant says:
your wishes are much more realistic than mine
Imogen says:
so what do you want then
statistically insignificant says:
immortality
statistically insignificant says:
and a spaceship