Small report before I go to the Titty Twister. I mean, the Academy.
Today I was flying a patrol when I was contacted that some Rheinlanders were near Manhattan.
So I went there. Soon, a fight broke out between some LN fighters, including me, and the strudel munchers.
I nailed one with guns. But my sister called me in mid fight so I didn't have a free hand to get a guncam recording, seeing as I was piloting my ship, emptying a bottle of Raging Headache Beer and calling with my sister.
by this time I had finished my beer so I was able to make a snapshot of the kill.
The 3rd guy was about to explode. But I had to disengage. Engine troubles. Plus my sister called again. His ship was falling to pieces though. I'd be amased if he made it back to Strudel Land.
Oh yeah, if anyone wants to help with moving my dear sister to her new house, drop me a line. She has these wooden closets. man! they break your spine clean in half. and that damn dog of hers...
anyway, just now I restocked the Fires with ammo, rations and <strike>brandy </strike>other vital suppies. She is ready to go at it again. But Admiral Willows, finally realising what an epic asset I am, decided to give me and the crew the day off.
So, waving my brandy whilst surrounded by a drunken (and stripping) crew and listening crappy hip hop music, I bid you all adios.