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Spinky
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Since Werner is deader than a snitch who pissed off the mob during late nights, I decided to trip onto Emerald as i usually do, to play the wubly VS and their array of cuddly weapons (My Lancer, Becky is such a darling).
After a While of being Spinky and blowing vehicles up, I decided to reroll Sminky onto the server and unleash her fury of death spam (hers of course, dying that is), being stuck for what to cert (Thresher, Thresher, Thresher, Thresher, Thresher, Thresher, Thresher, Thresher) I decided to go for the Liberator, a nicey little vehicle that has an even niceyer 35mm chaincannon attached to the front, and since none of my allocated random squad for the night would bomb, I became a mean motherf*ckin gunship.
So anyway, on the travels while piloting said liberator, I spot a Terran Galaxy hotdropping a bunch of Grunts into the fray. Ignoring the grunts I go for the big prize, the Galaxy, muaha, shooting away with the 35mm chaincannon, the pilot of this flying fortress flees like the British from their American allies during a gunfight with whoever happens to be the bitch this decade. Two reavers join in the massacre of this giant in the sky, but when it did go down, t'was me who got the killing blow. Job well done I think, and turn around to watch the battle below, when this arrives
http://spinks.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/happy_fluffy_feelings.jpg
Shortly after an anchored anti-air TR MAX blew me out of the sky as I chuckled at the sore losers desparate words to make his hurt ego feel better.
Nighto and tata
After a While of being Spinky and blowing vehicles up, I decided to reroll Sminky onto the server and unleash her fury of death spam (hers of course, dying that is), being stuck for what to cert (Thresher, Thresher, Thresher, Thresher, Thresher, Thresher, Thresher, Thresher) I decided to go for the Liberator, a nicey little vehicle that has an even niceyer 35mm chaincannon attached to the front, and since none of my allocated random squad for the night would bomb, I became a mean motherf*ckin gunship.
So anyway, on the travels while piloting said liberator, I spot a Terran Galaxy hotdropping a bunch of Grunts into the fray. Ignoring the grunts I go for the big prize, the Galaxy, muaha, shooting away with the 35mm chaincannon, the pilot of this flying fortress flees like the British from their American allies during a gunfight with whoever happens to be the bitch this decade. Two reavers join in the massacre of this giant in the sky, but when it did go down, t'was me who got the killing blow. Job well done I think, and turn around to watch the battle below, when this arrives
http://spinks.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/happy_fluffy_feelings.jpg
Shortly after an anchored anti-air TR MAX blew me out of the sky as I chuckled at the sore losers desparate words to make his hurt ego feel better.
Nighto and tata