Been There Done That. 99% of the time it's specific camouflage used on a regular flight.
Or do you mean Little Birds? I've never seen those around these parts.
"Allah may guide their bullets, but Jesus helps those who aim down the sights."What about the other 1%?
"What a century this week has been." - Seung Min KimThose are usually atypical flights. Flight patterns are different than usual flight along/around/over the mountains or towards the various exercise ranges in southern Colorado.
My guess would say they were headed out of state to New Mexico.
"Allah may guide their bullets, but Jesus helps those who aim down the sights."Loads of military aircraft going to New Mexico...
Then I think Black Mesa's experiments have backfired.
FIMFiction Account MLPMST PageWhat if Tom is telling us this...
... AND SOMETHING ELSE IS HAPPENING?
Oh shit. Perhaps it is the time of which this picture spoke of.
http://tamh70.deviantart.com/favourites/?offset=24#/d5fke51
The time of the three Blackjacks.
Oh Shit RUUUUNNNN!!!!!
I expected a trio of Tu-160s.
And I got that.
A different shape every step I take A different mind every step of the lineHeh. Three of those Tupolev barges wouldn't scare me as much as three of those Ponies coming out of a little blue box. Nowhere near as much.
One Blackjack is pretty bad, two Blackjacks is worse. Three Blackjacks? There is no enumerating the terror one who knows anything about her would feel if they saw them coming.
And here to stop three Ponies I need only fire my rifle thrice. Against Tu-160s...my rifle can't shoot as far as they fly high.
"Allah may guide their bullets, but Jesus helps those who aim down the sights."What if they put a shield up?
I keep shooting. Or get close and stab them with my M1930 spike bayonet.
"Allah may guide their bullets, but Jesus helps those who aim down the sights."Stabbing always works.
Those three Ponies have, in order, the most powerful handgun in Project Horizons (Trottenheimer's Folly), a Riot Shotgun (from Fallout 3) and a Spatha sword (from countless sword and sandal films). And two of them, since they are two of the three stages of life of Blackjack^, have quite good telekinesis as well. Which is why they are able to use firearms in the first place. The third Blackjack doesn't need TK. She has fingers and opposable thumbs. And none of them give shit one about being shot at. They are still going to wreck you.
^One of the most scary as fuck characters in fiction, in my view.
In short, the other of the Four Horses of the Apocalypse is sitting in a deckchair, sipping Mai Tais and saying to himself, "boy those poor folks are in enough trouble already, I think I will skip this one."
3600 kT of nukes > three little ponies.
A different shape every step I take A different mind every step of the lineThat might work. With the emphasis on "might" rather than "work"
Notice who DIDN'T come out of that Little Blue Box? The Oncoming Storm. Who the Blackjack with the fingers tied up and dumped in a corner, 8-)
And I have an M1891/30 Mosin-Nagant bolt-action rifle with M1930 spike bayonet. Soviet-era vintage, this was THE rifle of the Red Army of World War Two.* It fires a 7.62x54R cartridge from a 29 inch barrel, sighted to fire at 2000 meters for area targets and that's just iron sights. It has a 5 round internal magazine and a rate of fire of up to 30 rounds per minute for skilled shots. The M1930 spike bayonet has a reach of just under 17 inches on top of the length of the rifle itself.
So let's see. A rifle that won a world war vs weapons of fiction. I do believe I win since mine actually works in reality.
"Allah may guide their bullets, but Jesus helps those who aim down the sights."Well, the spatha works at least, as that was actually real. Although, the Mosin-Nagant with the bayonet would probably win.
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Staedtler 2B.
'All he needs is for somebody to throw handgrenades at him for the rest of his life...'Deadly.
A different shape every step I take A different mind every step of the lineFor all your post-pub streetfighting needs.
'All he needs is for somebody to throw handgrenades at him for the rest of his life...'Wait, everybody I figured it out. It's actually the American contingent of X-Com.
Ain't a hope in hell
Nothing's gonna bring us down!
The way we fly
Five miles off the ground!
But seriously, dude. They're laying chemtrails.
Mache dich, mein Herze, rein...Shoot them down! With rubber bands!
Don't joke about that! Concrete practice bombs falling off into waters occupied by fishing boats is a big worry of mine.
Not as big as gamma ray bursts, but big...
'All he needs is for somebody to throw handgrenades at him for the rest of his life...'