Great games tonight and did some squad leading on Dragonfly. Yrkidding was in my squad as medic with some other familiar and friendly faces ^^ One thing I wanted to write down was an assault we did on the Northwest Fields flag.
Playing as Militia, we crossed the river north and was at the western edge of the fields. We got eyes on the flag and spotted heavy fortifications-- MG nests (plural?), Foxholes, FOB. I had an idea. The plan was to have a fireteam stay at that position,
I just made 25 cents off a vending machine!
I'm staying at this hotel tonight and I go down the hall to the vending machine to get a butterfinger. I wanted to use up my change and so I put in a dollar of dimes and nickels(The stupid thing would NOT take my pennies). I get my bar and head out, and as I walk by the soda machine I press the Dr. Pepper out of habit. As I start to walk away I hear it spit it out then go back to price display mode. SCORE! $1 spent $1.25 back!
From my trip this month . . .
The endless rush met Lark’s fury as he now cut them down like saplings defending his father’s sword at all costs.
A voice called over the battlefield that stung like glass shattering in the ear. The rush stopped, the punrigs fell back and into lines surrounding Lark and the sword. The mindless creatures were organizing something not seen since the myths of Imfel. The Dark Mistress was leading them and they obeyed her will over their own conquering instincts falling into ranks behind
Updated 03-17-2011 at 04:45 PM by LordMeatwad
With that past lost behind him Lark looked to the horizon with hate in his eyes aimed at letting himself define Lark.
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An entire day and night past and Lark took little rest. He needed little rest his mind constantly screaming with rage fueling his body. The first and second sun rose almost one after another indicating the seasons changing and the shortening of days. Lark wouldn’t have light for long and he desperately needed it. There was no way he
Updated 03-17-2011 at 04:47 PM by LordMeatwad