Plane Pony #85
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>>27435955
Threads archive: http://pastebin.com/iwyBswEf
Plane ponies are literally the most autistic thing I've ever seen on this site.
>>27646720
>not vore, preg, diapers, fat, bat, moth
>>27646720
Hang yourself from a tree, nigga
>>27645932
I want to fuck that plane sexually
Gonna be writing later today.
>>27646825
Noice
>>27646738
I said autistic, not degenerate.
I want to ride plone
Need ag to this thread, are helicopters allowed?
Newfag, are helicopters allowed?
>>27648796
>>27648814
Thanks, autocorrect
>>27648814
Yeah
We call them horseycopters sometimes
>>27648796
Always. Also, welcome aboard.
Ok, cool, just didn't want to be the center of one of those many reply gtfo caps
Anyway, someone wanted to see an Mi-24 drawn as a pony, and they wanted it specifically from you guys
>>27649104
Larger image
I know it's shit, but I think you get the idea
I swear, where did that Loach Pone pic that Jessy did go?
>>27649188
Wait, what? When did she do it?
>>27649125
kek
>>27649209
A couple treads back. Of course, I could bean idiot, and JH turns out to be a different artist with a similar style, but either way, it was pretty good.
>>27649288
Nope, I'm not Jessy and I don't remember drawing that one, my last two pics were F4U Corsair and Sea Vixen.
>>27649420
Ah, I see. Sorry about that.
Found it.
>>27649481
This is cute
Hey guys, I need to figure out what sign of the zodiac Sarah falls under. Any ideas?
Criminy, what a slow thread.
>>27651277
Plone is sleepy
>>27648881
Sauce on artist?
>>27653401
Jessy I think
Goodnight, /plone/
>>27649481
I feel like being a helipone would suck.
>>27653966
Why?
>>27655754
Your lift vector is attached to your fucking head. Glance left, go left, so you have extremely limited SA. I'd just assume it doesn't hurt to hold things in your hoofsies and put all the weight and torque through your neck.
>>27655879
Oh...
Maybe they have very strong necks?
Why do we love them so much?
>>27656681
Your pic pretty much answers the question.
>>27657519
Yes but booty is not everything
>>27658583
>booty is not everything
Blitz holds a Trump sign
>>27660084
I can now die a happy man.
>>27660084
Gonna make plone great again.
>>27660221
>>27660338
Thanks, Anons
MAGA
>Plone got da booty
>It was sculpted by master engineers to be the geometrically perfect booty
Goodnight, /plone/
Sleep tight and dream of aeronautical waifus
>>27662453
Comin fo dat ass
>>27662798
>>27662453
10/10
>King Nigger is in Orlando
>60 NM temporary feel restriction around him
>>27664151
>tfr
>>27664747
kek
>>27664151
But really, fuck that shooting.It greatly inconvenienced my training :^[
Commerciallly licensed booty
>>27662453
>>27662798
>>27665953
Butts you could motorboat
>>27666919
Thank, senpai
We keep watch over /plone/
>>27667307
Always.
>>27667616Don't leave us like Animal did
>>27667803
Never, even after my dying breath.
>>27668060
>>27668038
Even if plone is almost universally hated, there's still someone else who cares about our aeronautical waifus
Oh gosh, Jessy's planning to get back drawing pone this week
>>27669402
AW SHIT SON WE GETTIN THE... Uhhh...
Fuck it, I dunno what we gettin. I'm tired as shit. G'night, /plone/.
>>27669569
I hope we'll get some Skybreaker. She deserves more art.
>>27669402
Noice
Almost to solo
>>27671275
Nice, mang. Update us soon.
>>27671652
You got it!
nyoom
>>27672836
Pull up altitude warning
Drone got da booty
>>27674538
I love that modification though
>>27675648
We all do
I need a haircut.
>>27677402
Same
Oh my god dude funniest general ever
>You are plane
>Vroom vrooom
>Oh noes you are flying too fast,you ran out of FUEL
>You start crashing down but oh! superhero anon is there to save you
>He stops you mid air and refuels you withCum-lead free.and your engines start instantly
>You vrooom off to the skies.
>>27679653
>superhero Anon
Now there's a neat idea
Anyone up for drawing a MILF Messerschmitt Me 262?
>>27680514
She gotta have big crotchtitties
>>27682843
Have a photo of an experimental plane being developed by a local slav
But what if plone was car?
>>27685191
Rad.
>>27685631
bump
>plone is always tied down
Do you think she's into bondage or not?
>>27686648
That must be their favorite fetish for sure.
>>27688174
I hate this artist
>>27688317
Nobody gives a shit.
>>27688357
I'm sorry but his art is shit
>>27688317
Why?
>>27689024
He's a douchebag who makes average art and demands everyone kiss his ass for it
>>27689604
Damn plone is sleepy today
Stall alert
>>27689049
Oh.
Would your waifu watch your favorite action movie in the dark during a heavy storm with you? How would you convince her to stay with you through it?
My favorite action movie is pic related. She'd probably be really depressed by the dog's death, and be a bit spooked at some points, but I think I'd manage to get her to the end with some snuggles.
>>27691422
>>27691433
My favorite action movie isTop GunThe Running Man
>>27691083
*stick shaker intensifies*
>>27691473
Never saw that movie.
>>27691945
It's good
80's Schwarzenager movie
>>27692643
That's new... and hot.
>>27692892
glad you like it
/)^3^)(\
>>27692643
Damn
Saved
3am bump
Bad Page 9. Get out of here.
>Wake up
>See this looking back at you
Wat do?
>>27695638
Hug and kiss her before I wake up for real and realize that she's not real.
>>27695638
Jojo back at her.
IDZ HABBENING :DD
>>>/k/30341975
>>27696331
DEFCON 3
I swear, what's going on in the air right now? First some thread on /k/ about weird things some 4 engine Boeing was doing, now this? Meh, whatever.
>>27696472
Nukes falling, my friend
>>27696566
I swear, if North Korea launched anything, I'm swimming over there and kicking Kimmy's shrunken balls in.
>>27696783
I think it's more ISIS shit
>>27696999
ARE THE KEBABS FINALLY INVADING? IS THIS THE FINAL SHOWDOWN?! HOLY SHIT HERE COMES FUN!
>>27645932
This entire thread should go and stick thier dicks into active wind turbines
>>27697371
if it had a shape of a pony ass i bet somebody would do it just for the lulz
>>27697371
Nice opinion. Feel free to post it wherever you want.
>>27697393
I would.
Slow day.
>>27697614
Very slow, dude
>>27698374
I love plones
They are cuter than even pone
bumpu
>>27697359
Half breed scum
pre bed bump
Goodnight plone
Omelette du fromage HONHONHON.
>>27701764
The best French plone
>>27701764
keko
Which plonegot the best butt?
>>27703380
I dunno.
Maybe Airliner has the best butt...
>>27704844
Body 10/10
face 8/10
>>27704862
Roughly 9/10
Hey Not-Immortal, are you going to repost things all day or write anything new?
>>27705559
Fuck it, I guess I'll try writing today.
Two days ago was a 4 years anniversary of the plane ponies creation
https://cuckchan.org/mlp/thread/2684972/#2688374
>>27705608
Oh wait, it was actually yesterday.
>>27705608
The very first plone
That ever was drawn
Made everyone flip
And ask for the porn
The very first plone
That ever was made
Posted by Jessy
Who orphaned her art
>>27705608
A parent that abandons a child has no claim
>>27705693
That's kinda depressing. Though it's still encouraging to see that plone still lives through a good amount of anons. Even if Jessy abandoned plone.
>>27705693
>>27706140
C'mon, man, Jessy'll come back eventually. I may be a newfag, but from what I heard, marriage got in the way.
>>27706486
>marriage
>being a normie
>>27706486
Yeah, I don't think she's coming back. She came in like one time after Plone got bigger and that was it.
>>27707403
She'll be back man. I choose to believe.
>>27708085
Offer the cunt some money, she will show up
>>27708085
Have as much faith as you wish, but if she's got bigger outside things to do. Coming here, to what she created, is probably the lowest priority. And if she proves me wrong, I'll harass an old writer into coming back.
>1952, tensions between Equestria and the nearby Hoofviet bloc have never been higher
>After the development of superspells, the Hoofviet bloc became a dangerous foe to Celestia's kingdom
>They began to genetically engineer superpony soldiers
>At first, Celestia's forces were able to fend them off, but they came in greater and greater numbers, getting stronger with each wave
>Soon, Celestia herself couldn't stop the invasion
>She wasn't willing to experiment on her citizens, nor would she send them to their deaths
>Desperate measures needed to be taken to fight off these supersoldiers, dubbed the Crimson Riders
>That was where lead engineer Gear Grind came in
>She worked with General Ponytomics originally designing gyrocopters and various machinery but was hired on by the Royal Intelligence Agency to work on Genesis
>Genesis was supposed to be the solution to stopping the Hoofviet's Crimson Riders
>But they needed brains to make it work
>A robotic soldier that could be replicated endlessly
>Gear Grind stepped into the workshop
>Some older stallions, snatched up after the second world war worked alongside her
>Old, kooky Neighzis and their crazy Neighzi superscience
>Genesis was a rough program, making the robotic pony work was rougher
>So many issues were encountered that the program was almost scrapped
>That was until a breakthrough was made
>Using a powerful magical artifact, the body could be powered
>A block from the pyramid of Ra in the far west
>Originally believed to be what gave earth ponies the gift of magic, the pyramid of Ra was a structure that'd been standing for thousands of years
>The blocks were made from an unidentifiable material that emitted unlimited magical energy
>The perfect thing to power Genesis
>Genesis needed to fly, and fly fast
>Most bodily features were scrapped
>Genesis had a visor with a two ocular clusters of three eyes
>He had some pretty nasty spiderface going on with six eyes
>>27708618
>The pegasus wings were scrapped and replaced with aircraft wings you designed yourself
>For thrust, they attached two magic-fueled rocket engines
>Genesis' body would be made from a quarter-inch thick carbyne/graphene layered weave
>He was equipped with a magical conductor which would act as a horn on his head
>Genesis would also be carrying two magic-fed cannons
>It was the general concensus to rely as much on the magic power source as possible
>1953, February
>The Hoofviet bloc has stretched far into Celestia's territory, causing much destruction
>It appears the Crimson Riders can't get much more powerful
>They are the absolute peak of pony genetics
>They were easily distinguished by their bright red manes and matching cutie marks, the emblem of the Hoofviet bloc
>They were closing in on the research facilities
>Celestia says to power on Genesis
>Direct orders, but Genesis has never been turned on before
>Gear Grind stopped for a moment
>Wht if this thing was catastrophic?
>What if Genesis couldn't operate?
>His harddrive was the most advanced technology of the time
>She had about ten seconds before the Crimson Riders made it in
>Gear Grind pressed the master switch
>The block was allowed to enter into its chamber
>Genesis whirred to life as his carbyne/graphene panelling pulled shut, sealing him up
>The ocular clusters lit up and focused on Gear Grind
>The scruffy mare in coveralls looked back
>Genesis stepped off of his platform toward Gear Grind
>A beam of light launched in through the wall, the blast disintegrating one of the other scientists
>A crimson pony stepped through the hole and looked around
>He was a unicorn, having more than enough magic to take down Celestia, the princess teleported to safety
>Gear Grind hid below a desk
>The unicorn began frying everything in the room
>Month and months of research gone
>Gear watched as the red pony approached Genesis slowly and cautiously
>Genesis sat down and reached out for a hug
>>27708802
>Fuck
>Fuck fuck fuck
>The red pony stopped a few feet away
>"What are you, robot?"
>"Am I robot?" Genesis replied, his speech abilities were increasing the more he was heard
>"No, I ask you what you are."
>"No."
>"What you are!" the red pony was frustrated and unleashed a magic blast over Genesis
>Genesis stood still
>"No what is? Who am you?"
>"What? You want name?"
>"No.Yes."
>"I done with this bullshits." the crimson rider scoffed and tried again to disintegrate Genesis
>Genesis reached forward and grabbed the red pony, pressing him to the ground
>The two began fighting, but the servos on Genesis were designed to be able to exert several hundred tons of pressure
>Genesis pushed the crimson pony across the room, shoving his face into the master circuit board for the room
>The scent of fried pony was never so strong
>Gear cowered under her desk, wondering if Genesis would turn
>She waited for what felt like forever before Genesis crouched down by the desk
>"Hello. You am?" his vocabulary lookup needed some help
>He'd learn better english by having more conversations
"Gear Grind." she said quietly
>"What happens here?"
"What?"
>Genesis looked around and grabbed an instruction manual for the operation of a computer terminal
>He sped through the booklet quickly, analyzing the words and the context
>"Who was they?" he pointed to the fried pony he'd put through the wall
"I-I... They're a Crimson Rider. Very bad ponies."
>"Because they're attack?"
"Yes." She couldn't expect Genesis to understand the geopolitical war going on right now
>He wasn't even an hour old
>All he had was a half-baked communication ability, a simple AI, and combat programming
>Gear knew she needed to get out of here, preferably with Genesis
"Come with me." she said, getting up slowly
>All she needed to do was get him to Canterlot, without either of them dying
>"I follow. Where am we going?"
"Just follow."
>"Why?"
"Because I said to. Now can yo-"
>"What gaves she authority?"
Goodnight plone
I love you all
This is a public service announcement. Remember, missiles are not fireworks.
Thank you, and have a nice day.
>>27703380
Those hips
So, I looked around at signs of the zodiac, trying to find which would best suit Sarah in Galaxy of War. Any ideas guys?
>>27711638
I haven't read your story...
>>27712237
It's in the pastebin.
>>27712707
Have you updated it at all?
>>27712752
Gonna update it in a few minutes, then start chapter 2, which is gonna be a quick dream sequence, and I'll be done with 3 by the end of the week.
>>27713179
Ok, it's been like an hour. Any updates?
>>27713204
Almost done. Got sidetracked, but I'm getting back to it.
>>27713260
He was probbly fapping
It happens
>>27713272
Nah, just YouTube and YLYL threads.
I want to be hardcore with plone
>>27714318
Metal.
>tfw
>>27716047
Damn Blitz is adorable
>>27717482
Airliner is the softest planepony
Bumparoo
>>27718772
These aircraft horses are qt
>>27718081
Beech Starship a cute
>>27716047
Feelings have been hurt....
>>27721080
She gonna cry
>>27708961
>Genesis stopped
>Gear Grind pulled on him
"Come on, we need to get to Celestia. She'll know how to handle this!"
>Genesis' ocular clusters focused on Gear
>"I have finished my analysis of the terminatus exterminatus. I will perform my single function."
"What is it, Genesis? What is your function."
>"In the ultimate prevention of conflict, all life must be exterminated."
>Gear gasped and tried to run, she slipped on spilled drink
"Genesis stop!"
>The robotic stallion grabbed the mare by the tail and drug her across the room
>"To prevent conflict, and preserve myself, I must destroy, Gear Grind."
>He swung the little mare out of the hole through which the Crimson Rider came in
>Gear screamed, she looked down the six-flight drop
"Genesis stop this! Please!"
>Genesis froze for a moment
"I gave you life! Don't kill me!"
>"Life? Am I alive?" Genesis pulled Gear back inside
"Y-yeah. I helped make you."
>"That makes you... My mother?"
"As close as you'll get."
>"... Moral analysis indicates I should not kill you."
"R-right!" Gear knew she was walking on eggshells with a newborn AI
>If Genesis came to the wrong conclusion she could be killed
"You should. Because... Nopony loves you like a mother."
>Genesis sat still, he was thinking
"Wait here, I'll be back with something." Gear walked off to find a book
>She dug through her desk and pulled out the small book
>She brought it back, to find Genesis was looking out over Canterlot through the hole
"This book. This one right here shows how a mommy pony and her foal behave."
>Gear Grind presented the foal's book to Genesis
>The robotic pony opened it, taking in the pictures
>The young colt liked to play with the ball
>He gets in trouble for breaking a vase and mom takes away the ball
>The colt thinks his mother no longer loves him and runs away and tries to live with various others
>He just cannot find a place he fits in
>Soon, he finds his mother looking for him and discovers he is still loved
>Genesis closes the book
SON OF A BUMP
>>27717482
That's a tubby plone.
>>27723010
she is holding a litter inside
>>27723026
>pregnant plane ponies
Yes
>>27723563
Fat large plone filled with baby plone ready to be born. Her odd cravings and slow speeds
>>27724148
Too slow to fly, she must wait in the hangar to give birth
>>27724169
She is so far in you can see little hooves press on the walls of her womb.
>>27724186
This raises questions
How do newborn plones look? How will she feed them?
>>27724241
She you feed them with her teats. It would be plone milk. So like oil or something.
It would be generic looking until it grows into its self. like baby plone grows engine or what have you. they grow in fast
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tf7IEVTDjng
One step closer to a waifu
>>27724489
>ywn live in a post-apocalyptic techno dystopia
>ywn find one of these after a riot, badly damaged
>ywn bring it home to your little alcove and alter the programming using an AI you found in an old datastick while breaking into an abandoned military complex
>ywn reprogram and repair it, adding some propellers from a quad drone to give it flight
>ywn have a cute little robotic companion you frankensteined out of leftover pieces
>>27724596
enough to make my heart skip a beat
and my dick to be rock solid
>>27724607
Same here
bumpr
PG10
Oh shit! Page 10!
>>27723563
Have another
>>27728150
She's so cute when she's mad
>>27646720
>goes to /mlp/ in the year of our lord 2016
>expecting anything other than concentrated autism
Bumpe
>>27726163
He needs to come back :(
>tfw no plane pony gf
>>27732987
>tfw no plane pony bf
>>27732996
Henry pls
>>27733112
Not henry, but i keked
>>27733116
Yeah... Typhoon has moved on from plone.
He was only here because he was suuuper thirsty for my cock.
>>27733132
Bluh, nigga
u aint even on da grind. mofukka we go to war. best put ya barz up cuz we throw hands nigga
>>27724596
>In the year 2525, Earth reached the bottom of it's long, long decline.
>The planet was falling apart, ancient mistakes finally bearing their consequence on the people of Earth.
>Finally, an apocalyptic war tore the world asunder, leaving a wasteland of ancient technology and savage wilds.
>It's been generations since then, you don't know what caused Armageddon to finally come, no one does, in fact.
>But you do not particularly care.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JsxavPANO8s
>It's the end of the world as they knew it, and you feel fine.
>You put on your aviators as the door of your home, an auto garage in a previous life, you believe, rises up and reveals the sunny wastes ahead of you.
>Revving up your hoverbike, you speed out of your home and into the wasteland on a mission.
>See, for a while know you've been working on a project.
>In a derelict robotics factory you found something quite special.
>An artificially intelligent robot in the shape of a horse that, albeit heavily damaged and currently nonfunctional, was seemingly untouched by the wartime computer viruses that has driven all AI collectively homicidal according to the diagnostics you were able to run on it.
>So, feeling lonely, you decided to make it a goal of yours to get this bot into working order.
>Working with scavenged bits and a sense of overachievement when it comes to things of this nature, you've managed to not only frankenstein it into almost working order, you've even made some customizations, like quadcopter blades to allow it to fly.
>Granted, it's still mostly in pieces.
>That's because you're going to have to sadly cannibalize your bike for vital elements, so you're going to want to get everything together before you finally put it all together and get your new robotic companion.
>>27733539
>And the last few things you need to finish up the project, funnily, aren't actually parts for the robot itself.
>Rather, you're on the prowl for the setup software for this thing's AI.
>At the moment this thing's mind contains only the building blocks for artificial intelligence, but no actual AI.
>For that elements of it's personality must be programmed in for the AI to properly compile and be activated.
>By far the easiest method is through an automated setup program, and you know just where to find a copy.
>As luck would have it, the master server farm of some type of online storefront that sold shit like that is within an hours hoverbiking and it should contain a physical archive of software for you to pilfer for what you need.
>So you roar along the highway, passing by the derelict beauty of the imposing rock formations and ancient wreckage as sweet tunes blare out of your tape deck.
>Man, buying this mixtape off of that trader in the Crossroads was the best purchasing decision in your life.
>But your peaceful ride is interrupted by a shambling blockade ahead.
>Techno-zombies, about 10, all blocking the road.
>Well, time to get messy.
>You stop and pull out your revolver, aiming it at the head of one of the techno-zombies.
>With the pull of a trigger, it's head is disintegrated by your .44 magnum laser.
>This gets the attention of the rest of the group, obviously, and they start shambling towards you.
>You pick off your slow moving, neon-green drooling enemies quite easily, and are soon off towards the server farm again, but ten laser cartridges poorer.
>Once there, entering is quite easy.
>All it takes is some manual overriding with the help of Mr. Crowbar and you're inside and soon prying open the door to the physical archive.
>>27733541
>The archives are at least mostly intact, but very dusty and very knocked about, seemingly untouched for decades.
>Unsurprising, most probably aren't interesting in looting software when there are more pressing resources to attend to like food, guns, and building materials.
>It takes some searching, but you eventually find the one disk you are looking for among the many strewn everywhere.
>Thinkatronic Incorporated E-Z Personality Matrix Setup for Type M-300 and M-400 Series Artificial Intelligence Arrays Version 1.9a.31b Full
>You take the concisely titled disk and make your way out of the abandoned building and are soon back on the road again.
>Within the hour, you're back at your garage.
>You hang up your leather duster and head over to your computer workstation.
>You install the program and start it up.
>It tells you to insert the disk that is in the bot itself, and so you comply, sliding the hard plastic rectangle into the slot.
>You've got all the pieces you need to get this bot in working order, a nice stockpile of food and water, and all the time in the world.
>It's time to play god.
>Rad.
>>27733548
>hard plastic rectangle
I'm surprised anyone even remembers what a floppy disc is.
dangerous bump
>>27662453
Dat Ass
>>27735036
Humping her face
>>27733618
Floppity disks are dead, long live tape drives
Might write today at a BBQ.
>>27736319
Have fun bro
Plone bump without plone
>>27737381
What a nice non-plone.
>>27738300
Would you join the military if they had plane ponies?
>>27738417
Already planning on it. If I get to work with plones, all the better.
>>27738447
>tfw torn between USAF piloting or getting a Delta piloting job because my uncle is in Delta and could get me a comfy job there easily
>>27738573
Bump for advice pls
>>27739183
Define "comfy."
>>27739196
High paying
Piloting
Delta stock options
401K
Fly airliners
Military aviation
Average pay
Great benefits
Taken care of for life
Might even get to fly fighter jet
>>27738573
You wish
Have fun with the starting abysmal pay
>>27739364
Well, if you don't wanna get shot at, go for it.
>>27739364
>>27739822
>Only top 10% of Airforce pilots are fighter pilots, and the top 10% of that are forced to fly drones
>Have fun most likely flying freight
>>27739844
Flying freight
Shit pay
>>27739792
Flying commercial
Shit pay
>>27739884
Starting pay is abysmal. Topped out pay however is nice and cozy
>>27739924
Military or commercial
>>27739935
Don't know military pay. But they're probably comparable, but military probably pays less.
I know commercial is starting at like 25K a year and can go upwards of 200K
>>27740271
Is that good?
>>27742246
Anything upwards of $70k pre-tax, per family, will guarantee you a comfortable life.The problem with life as a pilot is not money, but whether you can trust your wife/husband with said money.
>>27742246
Well, that depends on where you want to live. Though starting even if you do have someone who works for a major airline and can get you in, chances are you won't be flying for them, but their regional aircraft.
Money wise, that's all what you want to do with it. And depending on how much debt you've incurred while learning to fly
>>27713762
I have, over time, come to hate the way I colored that.
>>27742589
I am comfortable with a little apartment
>>27742406
It didn't look like I'd ever get married anyways
>>27742652
It may not follow the established Blitz's color pattern but it still looks pretty rad.
>>27742681
Locale wise, not living space.
Each state has a different cost of living, and that can vary in each area.
>>27742652
Seriously? It's rad as shit, man.
>>27742868
Just noticeable fuck ups, and I really dislike the smoke effect I used.
Pic related, on the other hand, is too simple to fuck up reasonably.
We need plones at a beach.
>captcha gods demand planes to be selected
>>27745700
Dubs demand it
>>27745700
I'm not sure who'd do best at the beach.
>>27746977
Blitz
She got the best bod
>>27747539
Nah, it's Cloudwalker
>>27747539
>>27748193
Why not both?
>>27748865
Lets not forget Airliner sunbathing.
>>27749791
>those eyes
>>27751867
what a cute stallion. Whats his name?
>>27749936
>ywn spend a day at the beach with your planefu
>>27752602
Well, if you were sufficiently skilled in the art of clay or whatever modeling, you could probably make your planefu and spend your day at the beach with her like that. People who sneer would just be jealous, or get the brrt eventually.
>>27753279
;-; It won't be the same
bumpe
>"I am not for sexual."
Does plone ever sleep?
>>27756035
I would polish him all day~
>>27756650
Lewd
>select all the storefronts
plone sure is sleepy
>>27759417
I think plone is underfueled, plone gets sleepy when running on fumes
>>27759797
We need fuel apparently
>>27759797
>>27759962
what happens if overfull?
>>27760201
Stays grounded.
Just like this thread.
>>27760237
Its not the threads fault. Its the people who frequent them. They bitch about the thread not being good. Then some one makes something and they get one of two things. Ether the thread ignores them. Or the thread bitches that the content is not good enough.
>>27760260
Well, there's only one way to change that right?
Supporting the creators is one way to fix the massive deficit of content.
>>27757885I'd like some of his fresh fuel
>>27760307
Well who's fault is that, ANON
>>27760453
Don't act like it's one person. You said yourself that it's the people on the thread.
pls no circlejerk
>>27760559
I wanna draw Airliner sunbathing
>>27760511
>gets triggered at my statement
Clearly your guilty
>>27760951
As are you perpetuating this argument.
>>27760959
Exacerbating actually
>>27760974
I'll stop when you stop
>>27761011
thats what she said :)
>>27761026
nice middle school comeback you got there.
>>27761036
I thought you were already confirmed under age?
how are you still on the chans
>>27761054
>implying underage
You guys' argument is cool and all, but let's talk about this sweet ass instead
>>27761090
>does not deny it
Get b& tween scum
>>27761097
Disgusting failed prototype
>>27761104
Right. Why should I prove it? There is no need for it. Actually why don't you prove your age
I need this aft in my life
>>27761115
>gets called out for being underage
>starts saying everyone is under age
Im not underage. God back to school nigger. Summer is here
Everyone please calm down.
>>27761134
I wasn't calling everyone out. Only you. Don't put words in my mouth.
>>27761150
word cant fit in your mouth, its full of cocks. Faggot
>>27762761
Cuddly as fuck
Bet that cloud is soft
Fug
Bull ub :D
Who's excited for the new Ace Combat?
>>27766459
Good morning, NI
>>27768118
I want to rub her belly
Page 10
Galaxy of War
Part 1
Drafted
Chapter 1
School days
*eeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEBOOOOM!*
"Mortars! Get to cover!"
"Martin, go!"
"Sunuvagun! Neighzis coming over the wall!"
"Los los los!"
*TAKTAKTAKTAKTAKTAKTAK*
>Wake up
>Sunuvabitch
>It's a fucking Monday
"Martin! Shoot!"
>I hate Mondays
>I groggily lift my head, and blink away sleep
"Quick, Martin! Shoot!"
>I reach for the handgun, and line up a shot lazily
"Martin! GO!"
>I fire a shot at the pony across the room's knee
>I hate killing when detaining is an option
"Mein lieben!"
*Click*
>Fucking alarm clock.
>The thing was a kit built from 3D printed parts off the internet
>It was a collaborative effort on 8 Chan's /K/ to build a kickass alarm clock, with much assistance from 4Chan
>Coding, design, voicing. Everything came from strangers on the internet, all working together for free
>I spend the next several minutes with my eyes closed, laying there
>Finally, I open my eyes, and get my ass out of bed
>I unfold my wings, and stretch them as I do likewise with my hooves
>The joints crickle and crackle, sending waves of relief through my bones
>I look at the bluetooth connected dislay next to my bed
>5:07 AM
>At least I can fuck around on the internet a while
>I lean forward, and land on my forlegs
>I shake my head vigirously, getting the blood flowing, and turn to my book case across the room
>As I walk over, I grab the little dart gun from my bed
>After plucking the little foam cylinder from the plastic Neighzi and reloading it back into the air powered revolver, I trot back to the nightstand, drop the gun there, and walk out of my room
>After trotting down to the first floor, I walk to the fridge and grab a Starbucks mocha
>Pouring some generic chocolaty cereal into a bowl with one hoof, I dump some milk over it with another, and afterwards put everything back, almost putting the box of cereal into the fridge
>I pull my new laptop closer to me, and pull up two tabs
>4Chan's /K/, and 8 Chan's /K/
>After looking around at random threads for what feels like five minutes, I glance at the clock, and see that it's 5:42
>Better get going
>I fold the laptop, putting on listenonrepeat.com/watch/?v=PhyzP0R2SPs#Jamie_Berry_-_Out_of_My_Mind_%5BElectro_Swing%5D
>As I slip it into my backpack, I carefully thread my headphone cable through the little slit in the top of the pack, and place my headphones around my neck, keeping the volume at zero
>I put my favorite hoodie on, slip my shitty flip phone into the left pocket, and my pouch of flash drive in the right
>I tread carefully, trying not to wake up my dogs, especially the puppies, Jack and Jill
>I slip out the door into the garage
>I grab my skateboard, open the door leading outside the garage and trot down my driveway to the road, and turn up the music to max
>Living out in the country down here in the upper southern states means lots of time to think when you aren't playing vidya or tending to chickens or crops
>So I start to think
>What day is it?
>Aside from the 4th
>Or a monday
>Oh yeah, thats right. It's an A day
>No chemistry or history
>Fucking chemistry
>Stupid fucking electrons
>Who do they think they are?
>Not having a perfectly spherical electron cloud every time?
>What do they think they are? Water crystals on a snowflake?
>Heheh... Electron confirmed for SJW...
>Hmm...
>Spheres...
>Is it possible to have a sphere by definition?
>I mean, if everything is made of something smaller that isn't a perfect half of a sphere?
>But what if there is a particle that can't be broken, and it's a part of a perfectly spherical particle?
>Man, I might burn through these thoughts too quick
>Oh hey, it's the trading post
>Fucking hell, I could go for a sandwich
>Goddamn they make the best sandwiches
>And they charge a little extra for gas
>It feels nice to contribute to a small buisness
>Even if it drains your wallet a little faster
>Where was I?
>Shit. Lost my train of thought.
>As I cross the concrete bridge over the creek, I push off the ground a little more often, speeding up
>I start to change my thoughts to the here and now
>If it's an A day, then that means I have TWO consecutive study blocks after lunch
>Plus Power and Transportation first block
>Goddamn I love A days
>But I still hate mondays...
>Fuck it, I love A days more
>Today's gonna be a good day
>The rest of the way, I simply listen to the music
>I'm done with thoughts for now
>There's the nature trail
>I lean on my left rear hoof, letting my right give way, keeping balanced
>As friction slows down the board, I look around for any cars
>When I know there arent any oncoming cars, I lean forward, landing on my forehooves, and use my right rear hoof to kick my skateboard forward to where I can grab it
>I snatch up the board, and cross the road on three hooves
>At the nature trail, I pull my left forehoof out of it's strap, and flip the backpack off my back, and place it on the ground
>After putting my board in the second front most pocket and zipping up the pack, leaving one of the axles on the outside, I start trotting down the trail
>Finally, I come out into the area just behind the school baseball field
>As I walk trot over to the sidewalk, buses pass me by
>Wait, is that...
>It is
>Bus 149
>My eyes glance across, looking for her face
>Sarah's face
>6th window back, I see her
>She's as beautiful as ever
>The A-10 Thunderbolt II of my dreams
>Goddammit, if I were a character in some fictitious story, I'd be cheesy as a socially inept lardass's balls
>I'd rate her a value that would break the fucking planet, but most non-plane ponies would only consider her a 2, because of her differences
>"No mane is a big turn off," they'd say
>"Wings get in the way and make sex difficult," they'd say, "especially wings and engines like hers"
>Stupid fuckers, with their sex obsession
>It seems every guy wants a blowjob from every girl in my school
>Maybe I'm just a delusional moron
>Maybe my standards are shit
>Maybe I've read the opening lines of Watchponies too much
>But it doesn't matter to me
>To me, Sarah is beautiful
>And you gotta admit, she got da booty, too
>As I walk in, I head straight for room A103
>Straight for one of my greatest loves
>Engines and engineering
>Plus Sarah
>Shes the only girl in the class, and some assholes give her shit for that and for being a plane pony
>I swear to fucking God, it pisses me off so much
>I swear, one day I'll smash their cars to shit and dump sugar into their gas tanks
>As I sit down, and put my backpack on the floor next to the table I pull out my laptop and change over to listenonrepeat.com/watch/?v=k4gHnudJ2IM#Linkin_Park_-_A_Line_in_the_Sand
>By the end of the first loop, the bell rings
>I close out the window, and close the laptop
>Suddenly, she walks in
>Sarah moves with a grace no man has ever seen, and sits down daintily, like an angel
>Okay, fine; she walks with her head low, and slides into her seat, and timidly glances around
>Today, she's wearing a bracelet of some kind
>No, three
>On each forehoof
>Odd
>I could've sworn, I've seen those bracelets somewhere...
>Hmm...
>Soon, the rest come in
>There's Jared, the only zebra in the class
>He's pretty quiet
>Luke, the guy who I swear to fucking God has a doppleganger in every school I've ever been to
>Right down to his glasses
"Hey Liam."
"Hey Luke."
>He pulls out his laptop and gets to working on some coding
>Goddamn do I wish I knew how to code
>Here comes Switchback Trail
>The guy comes from an Equestrian family
>Fucking Equestria
>Who do they think they are?
>With their stupid ass names?
>Acting like you came up with names that are just puns?
>Everyone knows that you just stole that idea from those idiots on the west coast of Amareica
>You're just part of our hat, and you just wanna be a special snowflake
>We all know what you're up to
>Fucking west coast, giving Canadians ideas
>Switchback is a pretty cool guy
>He likes to screw around with go-karts on innawoods
>Apparently he's taking this class to learn to tinker with go-karts without ruining them
>I really never bothered to learn the name of anyone else
>As far as I know, or care to know, they're just nameless faces
>And most of them are giving Sarah shit
>Fucking commie shitfuckers
>Finally, the bell rings
>After the pledge, and some announcements, the teacher finally start the class
"Alright, fellas, we're going to do a project today."
>Oh. Okay
>Guess we aren't gonna be working on the overhead valve engines today
>The teacher explains the project quickly and simply
>All we have to do is make a spreadsheet listing the individual parts of a certain engine and their price
>He partners us up, two ponies per group
>Oh god oh man oh god oh man
"Luke, you're with Jared."
>He's down to only a few ponies
>All thats left is me, Sarah, Switchback, and some fucker named Josh
>I know he's one of the assholes picking on Sarah
"Liam-"
>OH GOD OH MAN
"-You're with-"
>OHGODOHMANOHGODOHMANOH
"-Sarah."
>OUR GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD IS AN AWESOME GOD
>I trot to the workbench we've been assigned to with my laptop under my right forehoof, with a smile on my face
>I swear, if I suppress the massive grin that's trying to force it's way across my mug, my face will crack open like an eggshell
>I trot over to the cart containing the laptops the school provides for the class, pick one out, and trot back to the workbench, pulling two seats up to the workbench when I get there
>I look back my partner, and see her timidly crossing the concrete floor
>Moving slowly, carefully, and being very...
>...
>Somethings up
>She's usually really optimistic
>A very social gal, who almost never stops smiling
>She never is cocky or a bully, and never really gets mad at anyone who bullies her
>She just takes it in stride, and when the assholes who make fun of her realize she just isn't going to respond, they take it as a challenge, and try harder to hurt her
>She never brandishes her GAU-8, or revs her engines, stuff I would be doing 24/7 if I were her
>Granted, ammunition isn't allowed in the school, and everyone knows that
>But right now, she's being very timid, protective of herself
>When she gets to the worktable, I decide to strike up a casual conversation, and then find out what the problem is later
"Hey Sarah."
"Hey Liam."
>God, even her voice is perfect
>WEARENOTWORTHY.gif
>Now what?
>...
>Goddammit
"Nice bracelets."
"Thanks."
>Sunuvabitch Liam
>Thinkthinkthink
"You know, I feel like I've seen those somewhere..."
"Oh?"
>Wait a second
"Are those flares and chaffe bracelets?"
"Yeah..."
>Somethings definitely wrong
>Fuck "later," I should find out what the problem is now
>When she isn't looking, I glance at her wings, at the rear of her nacelles, and see the red rectangles
>Holy shit she's loaded to the brim with flares and chaffe
"Sarah, is something wrong?" I say quietly
"No..."
"Sarah...?"
"..."
"Sarah, you can tell me. We're friends, right?"
"Yes..."
"Please, Sarah. I hate to see a friend troubled."
"..."
>Goddammit, I've probably ruined everything
"Someone... nailed a note to my door last night... and a squirrel... without it's skin..."
>Oh thank god she still is fine with talking to m-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
"Holy shi-Iiiiii mean, crap."
"The note said 'You only belong to me.'"
>At first I am astonished that somepony would say that, and then a rage builds
>NOWYOUFUCKEDUP.MP4
>No one says stuff like that to a woman, let alone a gal like Sarah
>I try hard not to show how pissed I am
"Shiz..."
"I got rid of the squirrel and the note, then hosed down the door... I didn't want Dad to worry about me... But I made sure to wear the bracelets just in case... Maybe make a smokescreen with the flares or something..."
>I suddenly start to formulate a plan
>Hohohohooo-leee shit this is genius
"Sarah, your mom and dad both work, right?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, I was thinking..."
"What?"
"Maybe we could both walk home together. You live just down the street, three houses north, right?"
"Yeah."
"So maybe we could just walk and talk. Your parents would never know, and they wouldn't worry. Maybe we could get to know each other better?"
>Oh shit did I just say that?
>Please don't take that as a euphamism please don't take that as a euphamism pleasedon'ttakethatasaeuphamismPLEASEDON'T-
>A smile forms on her face
"Yeah, that sounds nice. You always walk along the nature trail, right?"
>Oh thank god
"Yeah."
"And that's behind the baseball field?"
"Yup."
"Well, I guess I'll meet you near the baseball field?"
"Sure!"
>YEE BOI!
>Oh shit, I almost forgot about the assignment
>I pull out my flash drives and pick out my favorite
>After plugging it in, I pull up a spreadsheet, and Sarah pulls up the manufacturer's website on the laptop I grabbed from the cart for her
>As she lists the parts of the engine, their serial numbers, prices, and the rest of the information, I type the info onto the spreadsheet
>Occasionally, I glance at her when she isn't looking
>God, you could get lost in those green eyes and never find your way out
>Before you know it, the bell rings, and we put the school laptop back
"See you third block, Sarah!" I call out to her as she walks away
"See you!"
>Fuck yes!
>A walk along the nature trail, alone with the girl of my dreams!
>Maybe I'll stop being so beta and tell her...
>Yeah...
>Yeah!
>But then again...
>What if she doesn't feel the same...?
>No.
>I can't dwell on that thought
>I start to trot upstairs to the second floor, heading to Language Arts
>The class was pretty uneventful, aside from me arguing with a classmate over whether or not a Glock was a good survival handgun while we were working on a project about starting a new civilization
>Fucking idiot
>Glocks are just grenades waiting to happen
>Guess I should have expected as such from a dipshit who thinks that an AR15 is the best choice for a survival rifle
>Idiot
>Should have gone with an AKS74U chambered in 7.62, or at the very least a Moist Nugget
>Finally, lunch comes
>Sarah usually heads to the library after eating a packed lunch
>I stay downstairs and eat from the salad bar
>The salad bar is probably the only place you can get trustworthy food
>Some stupid lunch mare has been spitting her gum into the fries since the beginning of the school year
>If you can't trust the fries, then who's to say you can trust the hayburgers, or anything you don't put together yourself?
>After lunch, finally comes third block
>I head for my study block
>Sarah's study block
>By the time I get there, Sarah is already seated
>When she sees me, she gives a small wave and a smile, and beckons me over, just as the bell rings, signaling that those still not in class are tardy
>SHE WANTS TO TALK
>YEEEE BOI!
>Suddenly, my best friend, Mike pulls me aside
>I mouth "Hold on" and give a wink
>Sarah mouths back "Okay," signaling it's fine for me to put off the talk a moment
>As I turn back to Mike, he starts talking
"When are you gonna ask her out?"
>Mike is the only one who I've told about my love for Sarah
>We're like brothers, and he's sworn not to tell anyone, especially not Sarah
"When are you gonna cut that mane?"
"This weekend."
"You always say that, and you always just let it grow longer and longer. Eventually, people are gonna mistake you for a mare with bad fashion sense."
"I'll cut it, okay?"
"You better before I drag you to my house and use my KA-BAR to cut it myself."
"Just ask her out, man."
"I will, Mike, but these things take time."
"Whatever."
>Like I said, brothers
>We walk back into class, and Mike goes to the desktop to play some flash games
>The teacher doesn't give a shit what we do, and sometimes we go on field trips to museums, restaurants, go karting tracks, etc.
>As I trot to Sarah, I give her a nice smile
>As I sit down, she starts to talk
"Did you hear? The contract keeping planes like me from going into branches other than the Air Force is gone?"
"Yeah, didn't they rule that it was discrimination?"
"Yeah! And they also decided to make it possible to draft 16 year olds!"
"You seem really excited about this."
"I always wanted to be a Marine like my dad, but I also knew about the contract."
"I never took you for a soldier, Sarah."
"What else is there for me?"
>A frown appears on her face
"You could be just about anything, Sarah. Sky's the limit."
>Fuck, did I just say that?
"Pun unintended."
"But I'm a warplane. I'm just a gun with wings..."
"Just because you're a warplane doesn't mean you're a killing machine. You're flesh and blood like me. You can be a buisiness-mare, or an engineer, or any number of things!"
"True. But I still want to be a Marine."
"Well, I guess that I can't stop you, especially when I wanna be one too. Do you wanna work on the assignment?"
"No, lets just keep talking. We can work on it on Wednesday."
>The rest of the block, we just gossip, and talk about things like engineering
>Okay, I talk about engineering and blather on about it, while she just listens, gazing at me with those gorgeous, deep green eyes, laying her head on her hooves and her elbows on the table, smiling...
>God, she's such a great gal
>Eventually my talking about engineering moves on to politics, something that we BOTH can talk about, and we just keep talking
>Occasionally I make a bad pun or a humorous impression of somepony, and she giggles, and her giggling is just so infectious that I start giggling too
>Soon, she starts to talk about vidya, and I'm wowed
"I never took you for a gamer, Sarah..."
"What? I thought it was something that kinda showed..."
"I mean, you just seem like the kind of mare who enjoys nature, and, you know, and never stops exploring her surroundings..."
"Well, that's kinda also me, but that doesn't mean I don't occasionally play a few rounds of Battlepasture."
"You have a Battlepasture account? Which game?"
"Three."
>I'm fucking ecstatic
"Really? You wanna play together sometime?"
>Her smile widens
"Sure!"
>I pull out a piece of lined paper from my backpack, rip it in half, swipe a pen from my classmate Jason's desk, and start scribbling down my username, underlining the capital letters tree times, and pass it to her with the other half of the sheet
"There's my username. Friend me when you get the chance."
"Let me give you mine."
>I pass her the pen, and she starts writing down her username
>She takes her time, and when she gives me the half she wrote on, her handwriting is perfect
>Nice and clean, not shaky, in cursive, not rushed, not slanted or hard for an uncultured bastard like me to read
>Just like I did, she underlined the capitals, but just once instead of my three times
>The bell rings right then
"Oh! Gotta go! See you at the trail!" she says as she drops the pen, stands on her rear legs, and swings her backpack up over her head and down onto her back, slipping her hooves through the straps
>She twists around, spinning on her right rear hoof, and lands on all fours, trotting off, looking back one last time at me when she gets to the door
"See you!" I say, waving back
>And then she's gone, vanished into the torrent of students
>I look down at the slip of paper and notice some writing at the bottom
>IT'S HER NUMBER
>BEST DAY ALL YEAR
>HAPPYDAYS.MP4
>My face is fucking beaming
>As I put Jason's pen back on his desk, I put my hooves behind my head and start to lean back in the chair
>For the rest of the block, I do nothing but shoot the shit with Mike about guns and vidya
>But really, all I can think about is the nature trail, and the angel who will be waiting there for me...
>God... I just can't wait...
>Finally, the bell rings, and I swing my backpack around my midsection, slipping my left forehoof through its strap as I lift my right elbow to get my right forehoof properly in its place
>As I trot down the hall, I'm near shaking with anticipation
>The girl that I love with all my heart, waiting for ME
>An idiot who just happens to have an IQ above most
>A moron who puts off everything, and yet still thinks he has a chance of killi-no, NEUTRALIZING the Bulldozer of Foalujah
>A fuckup who-well, you get the idea
>Point is, she's way out of my league
>As I exit the building, I start to canter as fast as I can to the baseball field, crossing the strip of asphalt leading to the bus loop
>After checking to see if there were any cars or buses coming, of course
>Momma din'd raise no foo
>Finally, I get to the fenceline, eventually rounding the corner
>And there she is
>Sarah
>She's looking at a butterfly that landed on her port side wing
>Suddenly, she looks my way, and waves
>As I see the butterfly flutter away, I pick up the pace and give Sarah a smile
>When I get close, she starts to stand up
"You ready?" I ask
"Yeah. I had my friend, Cassie, tell the bus driver I wouldn't be riding today."
"Isn't she the, uh... Dragonfly?"
"Yeah, the A-37."
"Cool."
>Oh, God, now what do I say?
>"Nice ass?"
>Think, man, think
>Say something witty
"You wanna, uhhh... Start that walk?"
>FUCKING HELL YOU IDIOT
"Sure!"
>You suave, sexy genius
>I lead the way into the woods, and Sarah walks on my right, trailing slightly behind
>What now?
"So, you go and explore? Like, around where you live?"
"Yeah."
"I really don't know how you could find much interesting suff around here. Not that I would know."
"You just have to know where to look. Maybe I could show you around where I usually go tonight?"
"That sounds awesome."
>As time goes on, we keep talking about our hobbies
>Well, her hobbies, anyway
>I really don't have much to say about my hobbies, aside from vidya and guns
>Except my family doesn't have funs, so really my only contact with them is the shooting range on the Marine Corps base
>So really, my only notable hobby is vidya
>And occasionally attempts at parkour
>Not very good ones, but not complete shit either
>Of course, this mean I get to listen to Sarah talk even more
>And I wouldn't have it any other way
>...
>Jesus, I'd be cheesy as fuck if I were some fictional character
>Eventually, however, I notice Sarah is starting to act weird
>She seems to be tensing up, bouncing from hoof to hoof
"Sarah, are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine..."
"You sure?"
"Well, I kinda need to..."
>Oh
>Wait
>I'm actually prepared for this!
"Hang on!" I say as I sit down on my haunches, slipping off my backpack
>A quick bit of rustling later, and I give her a plastic baggie with baby wipes and some hoof sanitizer I keep in case I needed to shit in the woods
"The area around the trail doesn't seem to have any plants like poison joke or poison ivy, but I'd tread carefully anyways."
>She's really bouncing now, and even biting her lip in an effort to keep from soiling herself
"Thanks!" she says, grabbing the baggie between her teeth and cantering off, trying her best to hold it
>I turn around to give her some privacy, and busy myself with my thoughts
>What was I thinking about doing earlier?
>Oh yeah...
>The Question
>Dammit, I need to ask her before we get to her house
>It's now or never
>Just like the, like, eleventy-seven other times
>Fuck
>As I start to think about exactly when to pop The Question, I hear a scream
>HOLY FUCKING SHIT
"SARAH!" I scream, cracking my voice halfway through
>I take off in the direction Sarah ran, cantering faster than ever before
>SHITSHITSHITSHIT
>SUNUVAFUCKINGCOCKWHORE
>There's a sudden drop up ahead, near a river
>About a dozen meters downstream there's a little gentle slope allowing you to get up and down without hurting yourself at the 9 foot drop
>I ignore that possibility and get on my rear legs, throwing my lower body forward and sliding on my left haunch, using my left forehoof to provide traction
>I don't spread my wings once I clear the edge, instead opting for the faster fall in my blind panic
>I land on my left rear hoof, and it gives way
>As the momentum causes me to roll across the ground, I spread my wings, using the increased contact with the ground to stop myself
>I roll over onto my left wing, ignoring the pain, and push off the ground hard, trying to get to my hooves as fast as possible
>I whip my head around, searching for Sarah
>Finally, I see her
>She's being held from behind by...
>A bush?
>No, a fucker in a ghilli suit
>Her turbines are turning, the electric starters trying to ignite JP-8 that isn't there in her panic
>Ever since an F-15 nearly burnt down an admission kiosk near the hoofball field accidentally by setting fire to the dry grass next to it with his exhaust while racing an F-14, fuel has been banned at my school
>I canter towards her and her attacker, screaming
"DIEYOUFUCKINGSUNUVAFUCKINGCOMMIEKEBABSLUT!"
>I size him up while I rush him
>It may just be the suit, but he looks like a big fucker
>Fat and stupid
>I should be hesitating
>I should be acknoledging his advantages
>Fat providing a shock absorbing armor
>Greater weight making him hard to topple
>Why am I not afraid?
>Not even a litte?
>I get up on my rear legs, raising my left hoof for a punch
>I finally notice the knife
>A butterfly knife
>A stupid, gimmicky toy, no match for a good fixed blade
>But still deadly
>He's holding Sarah in a bearhug from behind, not in any sort of real hold
>He throws Sarah to the side in an attempt to allow himself to focus on one problem
>He swings his right forehoof at me, pointing the tip of the knife at me
>He's still staring at me when my hoof connects
>The shock travels upwards though my hoof
>The momentum in his forehoof carries it and the butterfly knife through the rest of the swing
>My left forehoof is on the inside of the swing, and my elbow is bent upward, so his attempt is deflected over my head
>I grab his hoof with my right, and strike where his hoof connects to his shoulder, slamming him facefirst into a tree
>Where did I learn that?
>I wrench his forehoof into angles that it was never meant to get to
>His eyes bulge out of their sockets, and tears well in his eyes
>Why is he not screaming?
>I see his jaw moving under the balanclava
>I let go of his hoof, and before he can process anything, I grab his shoulders, and start slamming his face into the tree
>I feel...
>Detached...
>Like I'm no longer in control...
>I feel nothing but rage...
>Blood is soaking through the balanclava
>It runs like crimson rivers down his neck
>It drips like drops of water from a stalagtite from his chin
>It starts to stain my hooves
>Eventually, it starts flying off of him
>A drop lands on my bared teeth, and it runs with my saliva behind my lower lip
>Slowly, my face starts to get covered in it
>More and more blood drips into my mouth
>When I start to taste it, for some reason, I stop
>And then I twist him around, so he faces me
>And then I slam a freight train into the right side of his face
>He topples over, landing on his face, breathing slowly
>Suddenly, I start to feel everything again
>I hear two voices echoing
>I realize he HAS been screaming this whole time
>And so have I
>I listen closer as the voices fade away
>My voice was a roar of defiance
>No words, just a beastial, gutteral howl of hate
>He's just barely hit the ground, and already I've flipped him onto his back
>I mount the mass of fat, straddling his stomach, and raise my right hoof, placing my left on his right pectoral area for stability...
>And let the devil out...
>I slam the freight train right into the fat between me and his sternum, whipping my left hoof back for the next blow
>The rage never stopped or slowed, and now it just boils even more
>I whip my right back as an asteroid deorbits into this mass of lard
>And then I pull my left up again as a moon slams into this bucket of fat
>I speed up now, throwing a small planet at him
>Faster
>Two mid sized planets strike the sink of grease
>Faster
>Four gas giants whip into the mass underneath me
>FASTER
>Eight stars fall on top of him
>FASTER!
>Sixteen galaxies hit him
>FASTER!!!
>Thirty-two black hole's worth of energy is transferred into the chest of the beast
>FASTER YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!
>Soon, I'm pulverising him, breaking bone, bruising flesh, making nerves scream in agony
>Finally, I put both hooves together, arch backwards, reaching as far back as I can, and slam one last blow into his muzzle
*CRACK!!!*
>I hear it echo away, and the power begins to fade
>I double over, sticking my face up to what's left under that balanclava
"If I ever-EVER!!!-see your eyes near Sarah EVER again, I'll make sure you don't walk away alive. DO. YOU. UN. DER. STAND?" I snarl.
>His breathing is really shallow now, and he's making a gurgling noise
>He nods weakly
"GOOD."
>I dismount the mass of fat as quickly as possible
>My face softens into a worried expression and I whip my head around, searching for Sarah
>I finally see her near the riverbank, staring at what I've done
>I trot up to her, and reach down
"Are you okay, Sarah?"
>She blinks twice
"Y-yeah..."
>Oh, thank God
>She grabs my hoof, and slowly gets up
>The power fades, leaving exhaustion and control behind
>I feel the sweat now
>I can feel the blood caked into my fur
>I realize that I'm probably intimidating with all the blood splashed on my face
>I notice she has some blood on her, too
>Drops on her chest, her face, and her ears
"I think we should rinse off... this stuff." I say
"Yeah..."
"Okay, You stay close, just a couple feet upstream from me. I want to be sure you're safe."
"Thanks..."
"Hold my hoof. The rocks are slippery."
>Why is it that the rocks in a river always feel like there's some mucus or something on them?
"Okay."
>We step slowly onto the rocks, me leading the way
>The water is clear and cold
>Sarah turns to face upstream, sits down in the water, and starts to rinse off the blood as she shivers
>I turn to face downstream and sit down doing likewise, shivering
>Being born in Mane means being more suited to cold, but cold, running water sucks all the warmth out of you
>I start to scrub the blood off, occasionally sticking my head underwater to rinse some blood off my face
>I occasionally glance at Sarah's attacker, who is just laying there, breathing shallowly, dragging himself to a tree
>Every time I look at him, I glare
"Hey, Liam? I'm done..."
"I think I am too..."
"Can you help me get to the bank?"
"Yeah."
>I get up, really shivering now
>I walk to Sarah, careful not to fall
>She's sitting there, hugging herself to keep warm
>After grabbing her hoof, we start to walk
>"AH!" Sarah cries, slipping suddenly
"I got you!"
>I jerk my hoof upwards, pulling hers up with it, pushing up into a bipedial position at the same time
>She claws for something to grab onto, grabbing my right shoulder
>I wrap my left hoof around her hip and my right around her back, slipping it under her left foreleg
>We stand there a moment, me holding her up while she gets her footing, and for a moment, she seems hesitant to let go
>She's breathing heavily, the start she had still lingering
>We're both shivering, and the heat between us feels so nice
>Then she loosens her grip, and my seven seconds in heaven are over
>I start to let go, even though I just want to stand there, holding her
Shit, fucked up the last line on the previous post.
>We stand there a moment, me holding her up while she gets her footing, and for a moment, she seems hesitant to let go
>She's breathing heavily, the start she had still lingering
>We're both shivering, and the heat between us feels so nice
>Then she loosens her grip, and my seven seconds in heaven are over
>I start to let go, even though I just want to stand there, holding her
>We slide back onto all four legs again, and I grab her hoof again
>When we get to the bank, we both shake a little to get the water off, and I walk over to Sarah's attacker
>By now he's propped himself up on the tree
>I pull out my shitty Trotfone, and look at Sarah
"Sarah, I'm calling the police. We should stay here."
"... I kinda... just wanna go home..."
"Sarah, I do too, but I would never sleep easy again knowing this guy may come after you again."
"... I'm cold..."
>Shit, it is pretty fucking cold
>Think fast
"Maybe we should... just huddle together?"
"That... sounds nice..."
>Awyiss.jpg
>I grab my hoodie from the bank and walk over to Sarah
>I sit down and she pulls her coat out
>There's zippers leading to the holes for her wings, so she can drape it over herself and zip it up around her wings instead of somehow pushing both her wings into the holes at the same time
>I sit down next to her, and we drape the coats over both of our bodies
>My hoodie is the outer layer of our impromptu blanket, and Sarah's thicker coat the inner layer
>I start to dial 911
"911, what is your emergency?"
"Me and a friend were walking home on the nature trail going from Knight High School, and some guy in a ghillie suit attacked my friend."
"Do you know your location?"
"We're near a river just, uh..."
"West." Sarah says
"West of the trail, a couple dozen meters."
"Has the attacker fled?"
"No, I think I've hurt him real bad..."
"We'll send somepony right over."
"Thanks."
>For the next several minutes, I give information to the operator, and Sarah starts to put her head on my shoulder
>Eventually, the operator is done with her questions, and tells me to just sit there with the phone on in case we need to talk to her again
>I decide to take my chances and drape my left wing over Sarah's shoulder
>She opens her eyes a moment and looks at me, and I start to panic
>Was I going too fast?
>I start to blush and retract my wing
>Then she takes my wing with her left hoof, pulls it back around her gently, and closes her eyes again
>I'm suprised by this, but I decide to go the whole nine yards and wrap my right wing around both of us
>It's getting colder out as time goes on, and we start to really shiver
>Finally, we hear voices
"Hey! Anyone there?"
>Sarah lifts her head up, her ears perking up at full attention
"Yeah! We're over here!" I shout
>A cop trots up to us
"Are you the kids who called because someone attacked you?"
"Yeah." Sarah says
"I'm officer Lenard. I just need to ask you a few questions before we go."
>For some time, we sit there, shivering as Lenard asks questions
"Alright, I've heard enough. Come on, lets get you kids somewhere warm."
>I get up first, and then help Sarah up
"Hey, before we go, I just wanna point out who attacked us."
"Hmm? Where is he?"
>I point at the guy who jumped Sarah
"He's the guy in the ghille suit."
"Okay, I see. We'll take care of him."
>Officer Lenard leads us to his cruiser after we pick up our backpacks
>There's two other cruisers
>Lenard opens up the back door of his cruiser, and I let Sarah in first
>She slips her backpack off, and slips in sideways. I follow suit
>She's unable to sit all the way across because of her wings, so she has to sit in the middle
>The low positioning of her wings means that if I suck my gut in, I'll be mostly out of the way
>Lenard starts the car, and he opens up the door in the bulletproof glass
"Where do you kids need to be right now?"
"3762 Swamp Cross Road" I say, giving Sarah's address
"What about you, little lady?"
"Uh... thats her address. I'm gonna talk to her when we get there and make sure she gets there safe."
"Uh... Okay, kid..."
>As he pulls forward, he starts giving a SitRep to TOC
"Hey Sarah, are you okay?"
"Yeah... Just... cold."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah..."
>There's about ten seconds of silence, and then the silence is broken
"Hey, just so you kids know, I'm gonna need to talk to your guardians. We're gonna need you two to fill out some paperwork tomorrow." Lenard says
>After about 15 minutes, we pull up to Sarah's house
>Lenard gets out and walks around to the right side of the car. After he pops open the door, I step out, and grab hold of the door
"I've got it, sir."
"Thanks, kid."
>Sarah shimmies out and I reach a hoof out to help her out
"Thanks." She says as she steps out
>As she walks to her door, I follow, readying myself for what I'm about to say
"Hey, Sarah, during our walk, just before... the incident... I wanted to confess something..."
"Hm?" she says as she reaches for her door
"Well, it's just... I kinda... I..." I start stuttering as I look at the porch floorboards
>NOW OR NEVER
"Look, I don't wanna make you feel like I'm entitled to anything," I say as I look her in the eyes, "but I... I..." I continue as I look off to the side
>DO IT YOU BETA FAGGOT
"Look, what I'm trying to say is I... what I wanna say is... I-"
>Suddenly, I feel a hoof on my cheek, turning my head forwards, and a pair of lips are pressed up against mine
>WHATTHESHIT
>My eyes show two pairs of gray eyelids and long eyelashes
>Is she...
>Oh my God...
>Suddenly, the kiss is broken, and she says something I was never prepared for
"I love you, too."
"I... I... I..."
>Great, I've been reduced to a blubbering mess
>My mind stops rebooting, and I take back my mouth
"A-are you sure? This isn't related to the incident at all?"
>She nods
"I'm sure."
"W-what that was j-just now... That was pretty nice..."
>Jesus what am I saying of course it was nice that was my first fucking kiss
>She smiles and comes in closer for another
>Romeo.exe has been activated
>As her eyes close and her lips reach mine, my forehooves reach for her right shoulder and left hip
>I step forward into a bipedial position and swing her into a position where she is held up by my forehooves
>Her eyes snap open as mine close, and after a moment her eyelashes brush down over my eyelids, telling me her eyes are closed
>For a good thirty seconds we stay there, locked together
>When we break the kiss, she smiles and opens her mouth
"You seem pretty good at this."
>Suave.bat is active
"Really? That one was only my second kiss." I say as I smile
>Holy shit I'm smooth
>I hear the door open up behind me, and hear a gasp
"Sarah!"
"I should go now," Sarah says
>Aw shit, Capulet.exe must be active
"Alright." I say as I twist back towards the door, swinging Sarah into a postition where she won't fall when I let go
>Once she is finally on her feet, I look in the door and see an F-16 staring at me, as well as a Harrier walking up behind her
"Who are you?" the Harrier demands
>Officer Lenard steps up and starts explaining
>He must have walked up to the porch when he saw the F-16
"This young man is believed to have saved you daughter from an assault." Lenard starts
>After about five minutes of explaining, eventually I start to yawn
"I guess I should come tommorrow morning and we'll head down to the station," Lenard says
"Alright. Sound's good, Officerrrr...?" the Harrier trails off
"Lenard, Mister...?" Lenard replies
"Kovac," the Harrier says
"Alright, Mr. Kovac, what time should we expect you and your daughter at the station?"
"Probably around..." he trails off at he glances towards the F-16
>He mouths "eleven" to her inquisitively, to which she replies with a nod
"Eleven in the morning."
"Excellent."
>Excellent
>Since I have to go to the police station instead of school tomorrow, and I generally wake up at ten on the weekends, I'll definitely be there around the time Sarah is there
>It would probably suck to be in the lobby or whatever alone
>Even with KSP on my laptop
>Shit's addictive
>Get's boring at times, though
"Alright, it was nice meeting you, Mr. and Mrs. Kovac, but I should get this young man home
>Just as I start to turn around and follow Officer Lenard off the porch, Sarah taps me on the shoulder, so I turn to her
"One more?"
>Gotta give the lady what she wants
>We lock together one more time
>When we finish, I say "I love you."
"I love you too."
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then."
"See you. Thanks for everything."
"No problem, Sarah."
>And with that, I turn away and start walking off the porch, glancing back and smiling to her
>When I get to the car, I turn and wave one last time, and she blows me a kiss
>I smile in reply and start to get into the back
"You can ride shotgun if you want." Lenard tells me
>Ain't gonna pass that up
>I close the door to the back and get in the front
>As we make a U-turn I look back at Sarah's house and wave one last time
>Sarah smiles, and turns to walk back into the house
"But I stopped some dipshit with a knife from doing who-knows-what to Sarah!"
>Dad stops
"A knife? What, like a kitchen knife?"
"No, it was some edgy mall ninja butterfly knife."
>There's a pause
>Shit, I feel a yawn coming on
>C'mon man, supress it
>Shit
>FUCK
>STOP
>I can't hold the yawn back any more, and when I'm done, I blink sleepily
>Whelp, fuck
>Dad finishes mulling over the facts in his head
"Get upstairs, lights out. We'll talk in the morning."
>ok.jpg
>I start walking to the stairs, turn 180 degrees at the railing and walk up
"And if I hear you fucking with those Noice guns, they're going to a Hoofwill!"
>Shit, that's one blast from the past
>Haven't heard the "IF YOU DON'T DO WHAT I SAY I'M TAKING YOUR SHIT TO HOOFWILL" threat in almost a decade
>Goddamn that one scared the shit outta me as a kid
>When I get to the top floor and head to my room, I decide to take a shower before bed
>I open my door and put my backpack down next to my bed, take off my hoodie, throw it onto my bed, and then start taking off my shirt
>Damn, I feel fucking beat
>I finish taking off my shirt and absent mindedly sit down on my bed
>I close my eyes and bring a hoof up to rub my left eye
>I yawn one more time and open my eyes
>Why is the room tipping?
And thus ends Chapter One of Galaxy of War. Chapter Two will be a short dream sequence, but I'll do that tomorrow.
"But I stopped some dipshit with a knife from doing who-knows-what to Sarah!"
>Dad stops
"A knife? What, like a kitchen knife?"
"No, it was some edgy mall ninja butterfly knife."
>There's a pause
>Shit, I feel a yawn coming on
>C'mon man, supress it
>Shit
>FUCK
>STOP
>I can't hold the yawn back any more, and when I'm done, I blink sleepily
>Whelp, fuck
>Dad finishes mulling over the facts in his head
"Get upstairs, lights out. We'll talk in the morning."
>ok.jpg
>I start walking to the stairs, turn 180 degrees at the railing and walk up
"And if I hear you fucking with those Noice guns, they're going to a Hoofwill!"
>Shit, that's one blast from the past
>Haven't heard the "IF YOU DON'T DO WHAT I SAY I'M TAKING YOUR SHIT TO HOOFWILL" threat in almost a decade
>Goddamn that one scared the shit outta me as a kid
>When I get to the top floor and head to my room, I decide to take a shower before bed
>I open my door and put my backpack down next to my bed, take off my hoodie, throw it onto my bed, and then start taking off my shirt
>Damn, I feel fucking beat
>I finish taking off my shirt and absent mindedly sit down on my bed
>I close my eyes and bring a hoof up to rub my left eye
>I yawn one more time and open my eyes
>Why is the room tipping?
_______________________________________
And thus ends Chapter One of Galaxy of War. Chapter Two will be a short dream sequence, but I'll do that tomorrow afternoon. Gotta help some friends of my family.
Final bump for the night.
>>27770953
neat stuff not-immortal
>>27770543
Nice
>>27760201
What happens with real jets if you fuck up and overdue them. You either have to defuel or they have to burn it, and they get the whole service for free (at $6.47 a gallon); causing you to lose your bonus.
Or they wanted another 200 gallons on top and you dodged disaster on your second day as a lineman.
That's oddly specific, eh?
>>27764955
No one who has an ounce of self respect.
>Thread needs green badly
>NI comes in, floods thread with green
Nice
>>27772781
>>27773213
>>27774681
Thanks, guys. I love you all.
>>27775919
Keep on keeping on, mang
>>27774065
Fuckin' r00d.
>>27776799
Not really
Back to bumpin
>>27778454
Such is life
>>27780340
Fat
>>27782153
Goodnight, NI
>>27782550
G'night, Anon.
Plone is best
G'mornin', /Plone/.
>>27784037
That's neat. I haven't seen that before...
>>27784037
GET TO THE CHOPPA
>>27785706
Dronepone is 2qt
Movie Night!
It's Zootopia in a couple of minutes. Feel free to join!
cytu be/r/mlpstreams
>>27788546
Bumparum
Bunpagen
Anyone have that goo plane pony?
>>27791086
Wat
>>27793151
Cessna wunfiddy
>>27797030
I like this one
>>27797030
>not slanty-eyed
I should learn to draw. Also, I'm starting to nail down the specifics of the protagonist and his details.
>>27799707
LEWD
>>27801425
I pirated the Pony Drawing Book
I'm playing a lot of pony town right now, so I decided to make a drawing of Sarah in the style of pony town. Took a base I made in it and did some MS-paint editing. Working on the wings right now.
Does this color suit the outlining for the control surfaces better?
Guys?
sorry. But yeah looks good for a A-10
>>27802628
Seems bretty good to me.
>>27802568
Nice
I feel like the wings need to be longer, but the illusion of length is hard when you are trying to keep the same angle. So, is this good, guys?
Blockier version.
Don't forget these.
Bigger version. Should I rework the wings?
>>27804705
Nice.
>>27804704
I think the yellow pixels on the wings should move 1px lower
How is your day going, /plone/? Mine is pic related like.
>>27805033
Well I missed a flight lesson, and now owe $50 to the flight school
The usual summertime depression is taking over and whatnot
>>27805538
Aww, don't feel bad. You can always try again.
>>27806146
Flying used to make me feel happy
I could escape from my feels in the air
Not anymore...
I worry it will no longer bring me joy
>>27805538
That is unfortunate, but know you will never regret having a PPL, or however far you take it. Speaking as a friend of multiple CFIs, who each are only now starting to pay off their student loans, they don't regret it.
>>27806486
Remember, flying is stressful as fuck sometimes, but when it's smooth cruising there are few things more liberating.
>>27806541
I hope so
>>27804862
Like this?
>>27808736
Much better.
I need to shade the pics I made.
>>27809948
I want to cum inside Sarah
>>27810463
She's only 16. But I think I'll up her age to 17 and make her 18 by chapter 5.
>>27811784
aggressive plone
>>27811784
Aw shit, that looks sweet!
Is there a Citation X plone, because one just landed and I marshaled it in and that jet turns me the fuck on.
>>27813127
Unf, look at that sexy bitch, all tucked in her pajamas for the night.
>>27813667
Damn...
Plane is for sexul
>>27814690
bump
>>27814690
Damn right you are
>>27816608
Who WOULDN'T take drone to pound town?
>>27817316
l00d
>>27818223
Hi NI
>>27818880
Sup?
>>27819048
I don't have much going on
I need to study, the FAR AIM booklet is kicking my ass, I'm not one for memorizing laws and sheit
bumping again
>>27819265
You will not need most of the FARs until your check ride. Do you have a written test prep book or study guide?
>>27821353
And when you're a pilot, dont leave your parking brake on like the pilots of this Falcon did.
>>27821353
I haven't gotten one, and the deadline is coming up on me faster than I'd like
Hold me, /plone/
>>27820736
He's cute plane
>>27822501
For you
>>27822501
He's more handsome than cute
>>27822047
Drone plone will always be there for you
>>27824285
>tfw no dronepone to care about me
Sometime there's just too much pain in this life.
>>27822047
Take this, friend. It will help.
http://courses2.sportys.com/training/course/testprep
>>27824285
Cute
>>27824285
Holy shit that's adorable
>>27824589
Johnathan C.
If that's you on this thread I'm gonna freak
I really hope it isn't, my autism must remain hidden
>>27821378
what were you trying to tug the aircraft to a new spot?
>>27825861
He was tugging himself to the aircraft
>>27826798
kek
>"3... 2... 1... Clear!"
>BZZT
>"He's not responding! Again!"
>"3... 2... 1... Clear!"
>BZZT
>Beep... Beep... Beep...
>"Oh thank god, he's not another vegetable."
>You feel a hand gently tapping your face
>"Come on, wake up, Abram."
>You open your eyes but are blinded by the lighting in the room
"Ugh, god, what happened?"
>You squint as the white room doesn't seem to darken
>"You've been in cryostorage for 300 years, Abram." the doctor says, he's tall, lanky, and sickly
>"A war's broken out between Earth and another world, Equus."
"What?" you still weren't even awake
>"Before we put you on ice, you said you were a pilot. We need those skills."
"I flew freight."
>The doctor tries to get you to stand up, you collapse onto the ground and curse at him
3 hours later
>You're sitting in a lobby at the cryostorage facility in the year 2440, 500 years after WWII
>A military man is trying ro get you up to speed with what life is now
>It's apparently the future, 500 years and still no goddamn flying cars
>Colonies on Mars
>Cyborg implants available to make things easier
>Cars can hover, run on a new fuel taken from space
>Guns still use bullets, but smartguns exist
>Technology is pretty advanced, and you aren't as closely monitored anymore
>Aircraft are almost all VTOL now because of hover tech
>Can fly into space now
>Oh, also there's a huge rift in space just past the moon, it leads to another universe and an Earth-like planet can be seen through it at night
>Said Earth-like planet is populated by magical ponies, some of which are super strong, some can fly and manipulate weather, and some are telekinetic
>It's got a range of other creatures but satellite can only say so much
>And we're also currently at war and losing pretty badly despite advanced tech
>So it's a pretty bad time to wake up
Bump for interest
>>27825861
Yeah, it was staying until Tomorrow. Also, I'd like you to know I managed to cut back an autistic and sarcastic response like "of fucking course we were, its the busiest god damn airport in my state!"
But that would be rude and counterproductive.
>>27825708
No it is not, you missed your shot,
Better be careful with posts like that
Or its gonna be you that's gettin got
>>27829349
Okay, but in all honestly you should have checked before towing the aircraft.
>>27829375
This guy
>Mysterious
>Rhymes
>Not my flight instructor, who I secretly suspect is a nor/mlp/erson
>>27829919
bump
>>27828140
>Pretty quickly you were moved to a local military base
>You were going to be a pilot for them
>You, with experience flying freight planes from the 1970's, would be flying space-capable fighter jets in 2440
>You were led to your room by a robot named Spectre
>His head was oblong and blocky and he had a bright light above his ocular lens
>He spoke in an australian accent as he guided you and opened up your door
>He handed you a keycard and left soon after
>You walked into your room, it had a desk, a bed, and a window
>You sat down on the bed and looked out the window
>Outside was the courtyard where some people were doing pt, in the air you could see planes departing and landing as well as some cargo ships equipped with hover capabilities
>They were long and awkward shaped, like actual boats but seemed to float through the air
>The surface of your desk was a black slab of glass with two webcam-looking devices on the back corners
>You looked at them intensely before sitting down
>You didn't like to be watched, you rested your handa on the desk's surface and it lit up
>A holographic keyboard appeared, projected by the two webcams
>Your whole desk became, quite literally, a desktop
>Your keyboard just floated there and several icons hovered above the desk
>You reached out and grabbed one that said FlightSimX75
>It was a little fighter jet with a text bix under it
>You felt around it, it felt real, like rubber
>You gave the icon a throw and it bounced off of the vertical boundary of the desk and came to a stop
>You grabbed FlightSimX75 again and gave it a squeeze
>The icon lit up and disappeared
>The whole desktop shut off, leaving you with a boring black desk
>Afraid you'd broken it, you looked around quickly and cautiously
>Suddenly it lit up again, this time with a title screen
>It read FlightSimX75
>Under, it read, START, and OPTIONS
>You reached out and touched the box labelled START
>Then it brought you to another screen
>It wanted you to make a profile
>>27829783
And pray tell, how do you check whether the parking brakes are on before attempting to tow it? Do keep in mind the jet's worth more than the entire airport and all its staff.
And we didn't move it brakes on, we had to call the pilots to come out and unlock them. You can't move them brakes on with a lektro.
>>27829919
My flight instructor doesn't rhyme. Why did you get a freestyle instructor? I want a refund!
>>27831354
>It generated an icon and you typed a username
>Moot
>Username taken
>You typed in BaneBigGuy
>Username accepted
>Nice
>The desktop opened up two boxes
>Training
>Network Skirmish
>You were about to click Training when a knock on your door drew you away from the desktop
>When you stood up, it shut down and went back to being a desk
>You walked over and opened the door, the handle was a simple one like you'd see in an office
>It lacked the home-y feel of a rounder handle
>You open the door, it's Spectre
>"Hey there, Abram. You're wanted in the administration building. They have your scheduling card."
>You shrug and follow after the robot
>He shuffles along on his oddly small feet
>"Once you get your scheduling card, you can start your training to fly. You'll be going into space, that's interesting isn't it?"
"I'd say so, but it looks like an everyday occurance here."
>You pass by a group of people in what you assumed were flightsuits
>They didn't pay any attention to you
>"Actually, citizens aren't allowed interplanetary travel without approval from the Human Space Travel Committee."
"Because of the other planet, right?"
>"You are correct, Abram."
>You reach the administration building and walk inside with Spectre
>Your scheduling card is handed to you by the receptionist, who is also a robot
>And looks just like Spectre
>Spectre takes your Keycard and Scheduling card and sticks them together
>The two cards hook together, slightly longer than a phone and as wide as a credit card
>"This scheduling card will grant you access to certain areas of the base, based on your training schedule, as well as grant you Pilot Trainee clearance throughout the base."
"What does this mean."
>"You may attend your classes and access the courtyard, gymnasium, rec center, stores, and dormitory."
"Where are all of those."
>"Your access card comes equipped with a projectible map."
>Spectre takes the card from you and doubletaps on the face of it
>>27828140
>>27831354
>>27831895
Looking forward to moar
Bumping. I'm trying to decide on how to shade the pixel art.
>>27833724
Wat
>>27834270
I don't know if it even needs shading.
>>27646720
Clearly haven't seen diaper/pregnant/fat/foot fetish shit
>>27685191
2 backwards engines on a light plane?
What is this cancer bro?
It's not gonna fly I tell you that
>>27834326
As I said
It's being designed by a slav
>>27834326
But, anon, just put prop on backwards, then have best spring for nosegear.
Also, having ground school today, get to hang out in this hangar for a while!
>>27835190
Lucky...
>>27835895
And apparently there is another L-39 privately hangared on field, since I just saw one tear ass off of 22, and this ones in that hangar.
>>27836231
>tfw haven't flown in 2-3 weeks
>>27836533
Yeah, you need to get on it before you drop you currency. I took a three month break and forgot how to do everything. But that's what CFIs are for.
>>27837009
Thanks Anon
Will do
>>27831895
>A holographic map pops up as well as a smaller window for navigation
>Spectre taps it once more and it closes
>He hands the card to you, "Try not to become reliant on it."
>You look at the schedule window after opening it up
>Intro 101, piloting basics, 10am, Hangar 4
>You touched the timeslot and it opened up a route to hangar 4
>This was some high tech shit
>You absentmindedly head down the halls and out to the courtyard
>Out to Hangar 4
>Access to the airfield was restricted until 9:50am
>You waited around and eventually got through to hangar 4 at exactly 10am
>You were greeted by a man in a flight suit, he had one bionic eye and a mouth full of metallic teeth
>"Aye, you're Abram aincha?" he asked
"Yes. Is this Intro 101?"
>"Yer right, boy. I'll be yer teacher for the next month."
"So what's today?"
>"I'm teachin' ya how ta squeeze yer ass into one a these here flight suits."
"Is it difficult?" you look at his suit
>"Yer damn right it is, yer standard issue SCFS will keep yer ass from dyin' in the void a space."
>He hands you a headset
>While you're looking at it, your instructor grabs it and puts it on your head for you
>He grabs a jumpsuit and hands it to you
>"No patches on it, ya hear?"
"Okay."
>You start to put on the jumpsuit, the zipper binds together as you pull it on, forming a single sheet of cloth
>He tosses you gloves and you put them on
>They bind to the sleeves seamlessly
>You put on the boots next, it all seals together
>You turn around for a moment to look at a departing fighter jet
>Your instructor grabs your shoulder and stuffs a helmet onto your head
>It clicks a few times and seals
>You can see your instructor talking, but can't hear him
>He taps on the helmet's face, you feel like a fish in a bowl
>The headset chirps
>"Good job on puttin' on your SCFS. Now do it faster."
>An hour later you could get into the space-capable flightsuit in 52.3 seconds
>To pass the lesson, you needed to do it in 55 seconds
>>27838867
>Next lesson, 3D nav skills
>Rob, your instructor, lead you to an odd chamber
>It had an odd cubic structure in the middle with a pillar leading to all eight corners of the cube-shaped room
>Rob handed you two gauntlets
>You put them on quickly, they linked into your suit
>Your headset chirped
>3D maneuvering gauntlets have connected to your suit
>Rob grabbed a switch by the door and it sealed shut
>A red light came on by the door
>Suddenly everything became weightless
>You floated off of the ground and struggled to reach for anything
>Your headset chirped again
>Beginning gauntlet tutorial, accept?
"Yes? What do I say Rob?"
>Tutorial starting
>Your 3D maneuvering gauntlets are equipped with a double-ended propulsion system
>A diagram was projected in your helmet
>It was roughly the size of a soda can on your forearm
>Try activating them
>You didn't have a button to press
"Help me, how do I use them?"
>The 3D maneuvering gauntlets are linked to your headset, and monitor your brain for mental commands
>You looked at the gauntlets and they started with a single thought
>You stretched out your arms and began to move through the air
>You thought about stopping, and the propulsors switched sides, emitting a blue jet stream from the opposite end
>The 3D maneuvering gauntlets also come equipped with a magnetic palm and a grappling hook
>Rob buzzed your headset
>"You feel like ya gettin' the hang of it?"
"Uh... Kind of."
>"Good, Spectre's comin' in to kick yer arse."
>A door opened on the cubic structure and a robot floated out into the zero-g space
>He twisted around and locked onto you
>Spectre was obviously the model name for that robot
>This Spectre was blue, the one you met earlier was black and grey
>Spectre started to jet towards you menacingly
>Spectre clenched up a fist and launched it into you
>You felt his metal fist through the suit
>You shoved off the robot and propelled yourself across the room, and around the corner of the cubic structure
>>27838995
>Spectre chases after you, magnetically attaching to the walls
>"Hurry up an dispatch 'im, Abram. Or he'll kick yer arse." Rob said through the headset
>You clung to a wall and waited until Spectre came around
>You shot him with a grappling hook and took off, pulling him off of the walls and into the open air
>Spectre grabbed onto the line and leapt towards you
>The grappling hook detached and Spectre went past you, bumping into the wall adjacent to you
>Spectre jumped off of the wall back to you, grabbing your helmet and riding you into a wall
>You shot another grappling hoom and pulled Spectre back, swinging him into a pillar
The grappling hook detached and you used your propulsion system to fly fist-first into the Spectre
>That was your best idea so far
>With a small rocket attached to your forearm, you could hit with a lot of force
>You punched the robot in the back, shoving it far away
>Pulling it back in with a grappling hook, you knocked the Spectre into another pillar and it stopped moving
>Sufficient damage recieved, zero-g combat simulation ending
>Suddenly, with you in the air, the gravity came back
>Your gauntlets clung to the nearest metal surface
>You were about 30 feet above ground
>You shot a grappling hook to the ceiling and lowered yourself to the ground gently
>Next class, weapons intro
>You'd be learning about small arms only
>After that, 3D combat situations with practice weapons
>You were a shit shot
>It was even worse when multiple robots were chasing you around a zero-g maze, shooting stun rounds at you
>After barely passing the combat intro classes, it was on to piloting
>Your practice plane a small hovercraft
>Just big enough for one person
>A lot like a motorcycle, but it flew
>You had one week to learn the basics of high-altitude/space flight and how to pursue and lose a pursuit
>One more week to graduate to your fighter
>Day 1, cockpit basics
>Day 2, weapons systems
>Day 3-5, flight training
>Day 6-7, skirmish practice
New bread
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