Art of Aviation CombatAviation, the most advanced form of military combat individual man can perform.Art of Aviation Combat2 days ago in Drama More Like This
A pilot doesn’t control a vehicle...they wield a twenty-ton weapon traveling twice the speed of sound, propelled by over forty-thousand pounds of thrust in the space of several cubic feet.
Engagements take place throughout hundreds of miles of lateral sky, and several thousand meters of altitude. Rivals scream past each other over two-thousand miles per hour.
Lifting surfaces withstand several hundred pounds of force per square foot in every maneuver.
The complexity of technology surpasses a point where science becomes an art.
The ingenuity, precision, quality needed to procure an aircraft outclass any other field.
State-of-the-art avionics, instruments, computer network systems, developed by trillion-dollar projects.
Flight computers process several million lines of code.
and their missiles are individual computers themselves, you see...thousands of dollars worth of instruments, computers, and softwa
Five Nights at Freddy's film ideas phone guy quoteDay 1:Five Nights at Freddy's film ideas phone guy quote1 day ago in Drama More Like This
Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message to help you get settled in on your first night. I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Anyways, welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza: a magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life.
Just to let you know, the animatronics move around freely during the night. Something about how their servos lock up if they’re left off too long. Also, if they see you, they’ll probably think you’re an endoskeleton without a suit. Since this is against the rules here, they’ll try to force you into a costume, which wouldn’t be so bad except they’re filled with wires and stuff that can and will kill you if you’re wearing it.
But don’t worry about it. If you see any of them coming close, just close the doors until they go
X : Reforms - Episode II TeaseX : Reforms - Episode II Tease1 day ago in Drama More Like This
- We are not alone...you see, we're like puppets...each of us...manipulated by the one and only desire of survival...nice of you to drop in, you'll enjoy it...I guarantee you. Don't mind the backstories my friend...just enjoy the shoutings and screaming going around this miserable hole of insanity!
Anubis ProloguePrologueAnubis Prologue1 day ago in Drama More Like This
"I thought the day would be like any other day...But I was wrong..."
Woken up by the sound of his humans calling him for some breakfast, Anubis stretched and made his way to his food bowl. Anubis was a creamy sand colored tom cat, with clouded leopard spots all over his body. He was like most cats, he was treated well enough, and he wasn't very special in character or looks. He was just a common cat, whose life would soon change. His humans would sometimes leave throughout the day, and wouldn't come back until late, and this happened more and more lately. That day though, they where packing up their house, and had every bit of their cloths put in the roaring monster they called a car. Anubis hated this thing, it was loud, had horrid breath, and hated having to be eaten by it to go anywhere.
After his humans left though, Anubis laid himself down in his little cat bed high in the closet, and deep in the darkness and silence of th
The Suppressed Soul[Boiling Anger]The Suppressed Soul1 day ago in Drama More Like This
You know what? I can’t. I just can’t anymore.
I am sick and tired of putting on this same stupid show for you. I’ve been this doing all my life. The Lies. The Deceit.
Oh yeah those were all apart of the show.
I’ve been suppressing my soul just for this 23 year performance.
Hiding my true emotions. Hiding my true expressions.
My soul is crying out to me. “Please just let me breath! I beg of you!” But what did I do? Oh I slapped him and told him to shut up.
Otherwise he’d get caught. [Pause. More calm]
The only time I could let him breath was when I wasn't home
and if I was home I could only let him out when you werent around. He also came out when I wrote poetry,
or when I created art or when I slept.
I saw how happy he was.
It always hurt my heart that once I imprisoned him again.
He’d be begging for freedom once more.
A Game for the Gods CH.11Ch.11A Game for the Gods CH.112 days ago in Drama More Like This
The sun had set a hundred times and a hundred times more, passing over at least three cycles, and with it the seasons of change; for the past three summers that had come and gone, Deo and Shadow were forced to 'bond.' By the second summer of the second year, Shadow had become extremely irritated by her uncle's son; the boy was surprisingly timid for his age, not the least bit adventurous, and way too cautious when it came to having any form of fun. At first Shadow was very tolerant of her cousin's fearful personality, but found it harder and harder to bear with each coming summer; the two were now thirteen years old, and Shadow had become just a restless as ever.
Deo: "Can we just ride slowly this time? It's rather dangerous when we race the horses."
Shadow: "(Sighs) Me and Hurricane want to feel the wind on our face. If you don't want to run with us, you don't have to come."
Deo: "But won't uncle Frex be upset? I mean it is night out."
Shadow: "Deo, we are thieves for god-sake!