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Post by Fredrick the Ferocious third on Dec 6, 2013 0:58:52 GMT -5
Ok this may seem rhetorical but I just thought I should do it for the fun of it so shout if anyone wants to be a Screaming death and fight me (A-10 Thunderbolt II)
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Post by Minor ThreePrick on Dec 6, 2013 13:50:00 GMT -5
Coiling the long sharp quills of its long slender tail like body around the big boulder it was perched upon; a Screaming Death peered out into the day. The sun had been hidden over the lightly grey rainclouds and was coming with swiftness over this somewhat of a barren land of rock and rubble. The beast’s big bulky head swayed back and forth, surveying its territory; to seek any unwanted visitors.
The beast snarls without cause and shakes its head; its medium wings tightly compressed to its sides as it monitors about. Revealing its massive fangs in a grimacing smile and its blood red eyes wide with caution alert and rage. Ready to either take a head on attack or disappear in the ground for an ambush if anything disturbed its land. The quills begin to vibrate as the white dragon begins to grow impatient and anxious.
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Post by Fredrick the Ferocious third on Dec 6, 2013 14:45:54 GMT -5
There is a brilliant flash of light accompanied by a concussive sonic boom as a large plane shot out screaming as it abruptly becomes slowed down by the thick air as it lost speed the aircraft started to dive straight down towards the deep blue ocean beneath .
Lt. Patterson "Cookie" struggled to pull the yoke up to bring his aircraft out of a steep dive and into a smooth right bank avoiding a tall sea stack. He leveld out just over gentle blue ocean water. He pushed the throttle further until the airspeed indicator inched forward to 350 mph. The deep blue water raced underneath the aircraft;
Patterson flipped up a small plastic housing on his yoke revealing a small red button that triggered the aircraft's nose mounted GAU-8 Avenger,30 mm rotary cannon; that could shoot depleted uranium armor piercing rounds at over 3,900 rounds a minute.
Three green indicator lights winked on his instrument panel indicating status not only of the cannon but also the status of the AGM-65 Maverick air-to-surface missiles mounted on the wings of his plane as ready to fire at his command.
A slight smile cracked across his face as he thought of the enormous fire power literally at his fingertips. His index finger hovered near the button; before flipping the case back over and pushing the throttle forward causing the aircraft to respond by slipping faster and faster through the air.
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Post by Minor ThreePrick on Dec 9, 2013 12:17:43 GMT -5
The beast had been on its rock most of the morning and there wasn't much for it to do. Nor nothing really to look at. In front of him was a vast land of barren tundra, to the west was a small shore line that was the start to a huge body of water; to the east was the extension of the tundra with only a few small shrubs that grew in random sections.
The beast had enough of the quiet terrain and jetted into the sky, it's long body swirling like a cork as it flew with its medium wings working to keep it in the air. the beast headed west over the great body of water; possibly to find its next meal.
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