#Mike Gunner

[roughridingrednecks]

Mike Gunner

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

HERALD OF BEELZEBUB 

by Mike Franchina

[jtgunner]

New let's play video of Buckshot Roulette for PC is up on YouTube! It's time for the final showdown! According to the dealer, it will be a matter of life or death, so it's time to play for keeps! We're either gonna win big or lose it all!

WATCH IT HERE: https://youtu.be/Hgk2QmW8fnE

[chickenly]

I recently had the absolute joy to speak with Mike Geary, who voices the Dreg Gunner in Darktide. He does such a good job with this gurgly little bastard that I had to draw something about it, ENJOY

[akane171]

I have read "D-Day with the Screaming Eagles" (to find things about Easy Company), so you don't have to (but you should because it's an amazing book).

-Mike Ranney was among those who received pathfinder training, Shortly before invasion, he requested back to his line company. He desired to go into combat with his close buddies.

-A few quotes from Winter's memoir, that everyone already knows xD

-Corporal Ray Taylor witnessed the moment Easy's Headquaters plane (with Meehan) was hit: "We were lined up in the first position in the doorway. As first manm I was knocked backward into the plane by the force of a neighboring plane exploding in the midair. One of its high explosive bundles, which were suspended underneath the plane, blew up as a result of a direct hit."

-HARRY WELSH, PEOPLE! "(...) was dropped from a plane that had been hit several times, he recalled: I came down over a burning plane that crashed previously. The heat made my chute go up and away from the flames and tangled in the hedgerow. I fell alongside the hedgerow and this probably saved my life. The field was infested with machine gunners and completly strung with overhead barbed wire poles".

-Also, it seems Harry's nickname was "Limey", lol.

-Every time Speirs is mentioned he is called Ron. Not Ronald. Ron.

-Also, interesting thing I didn't know about him "(...) Lt. Ron Speirs, who had once served as a British commando".

-"Carwood Lipton reacted calmly to the intense action about him. He had landed in a walled-in backyard in Ste. Mere Eglise with heavy machine gun fire being sent up toward him as he floated down. A building had been burning firecely down the street, lighting the area with eerie dancing shadows. Yet, Lipton remembered: I didn't have any trouble getting out of my chute. I was very calm (don't know why). Unbuckled each leg straps, belly band and chest strap. Checked myself over and saw that the only weapons I had were a trench knife, two fragmentation grenades and a demolition kit".

-"Walter "Smokey" Gordon had joined two men from his stick. He recalled: We heard a noise further down the hedgerow and one of the men went to investigate abd challenged with his cricket. A fragmentation grenade was tossed in our direction and we dived for cover. Shortly, we got moving again. We saw another soldier run across an opening and I went to get the fellow and in looking in the bushes for him found myself staring down the barrel of a 45. caliber pistol held by F. M. Talbert, our squad leader. I will always remember those white eyes in a blackened face behind that pistol!"

-Colonel Sink popularized the "hostiles" term and I find it hilarious.

-"Colonel Sink continued to fume and fuss throughout the morning due to the lack od communiation with any of his units (...)" and he was "brooding" xD and then he got a jeep and had a ride with a few poor souls through German lines, shooting and throwing grenades, running into a group of twenty German officers, and then they came back. And we thought Ron was mad xD

- There is a subchapter called "Strayer's stray battalion" and it made me laugh

-The attack on the battery is described. Aisde of the battle, Lipton remembered and needed to mention he was the one who bandaged Wynn's butt xD

Also, quotting Winters: Compton, who had been fooling around with a grenade let out a yell "LOOK OUT!" We all hit for cover but there was no cover, for you couldn't get out of the trench, and right in the middle of it was a grenade set to go off, which it did, but for some damn reason nobody got hurt." Lol, Buck, lol.

-Confirmed (by Lt. William G. Padrick) there was a statement to not take the prisoners on the first day. On the other hand, some of the parachuters have taken them, and were quite surprised Germans were shaken and sure they were going to be shot. So, I guess communication in American army was not one of the greatest? xD

-Also "Many other things happened from the time we landed, but I prefer to forget them (...) but some of the cruel cold-blooded things that some of the Germans did made us seen red. From that time on, we decided if they wanted to fight dirty we could too. We took very few prisoners compared to the number we could have, just for the reason. This was business is ghastly at best, but it can be terribly horrible" (Captain George L. Lage)

-Concluding, this whole operation is basically what SNAFU and Murphy's law are, but it as the author said "American paratroopers didn't know where they were, but knew what they were doing." AMEN

Ok, and there is a memory of a soldier from different company but I need to share it because it's fuckingly heartwrenching.

"Lt. Chambliss was an army brat - West Point - and the most idealistic person I ever knew. He was my platoon officer, very G.I., very strickt, but fair. He never drank or ran around and all the other officers must have been a little envious because they pumped the men for any lapses which they might used to needle him. There were none. Since he was so West Point, I conceived the idea o asking "Are we army or West Point?" All the guys in the 2nd platoon liked the idea so I stenciled 'West Point' over the breast pocket of all of our combat jump suits. We all showed up in formation expecting an uproar, but the Lieutenant gave no indication, then or in the days which followed, that he never mentioned. That of course was a let down, but we went into Normandy this way. (...) During the fighting in the exposed area near the bridge, he suddenly stood up and was shot twice. As he lay dying, he asked if anyone was there from the 2nd platoon, and when was told there were none, he told the H Company sergeant who was cradling his head that he'd like to know why we put West Point on out jackets. He wondered if we were mocking his background. I cried tears of shock and frustration and shame as his body was carried past my position. I keep wondering how he could have failed to perceive the great pride and affection we felt for him."

Now you can suffer with me ;_;

D-Day with Screaming Eagles by George Koskimaki.

[rreskk]

Can you write a HEAVY smut abt Trevor and fem! reader doing it in the bathroom? (I'm sorry if tooo heavy)

BATHROOM BREAK

Summary: Based on 2003, you were a "training" gunner for the crew. While competing one of your first heists, Trevor took you aside to work on your "skills."

TW: Smut

Pairings: Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips

Word count: 1378

Michael’s eyes lingered the room which all hostages were cowardly cornered by Brad’s booming body — entrapping their ability to run as he spent a few seconds counting the crew, only to find two missing from the action. This made it extremely harder for them to gather the money and handle the witnesses; his heart thumping and hands gripping the gun. He found it restricting to breathe from under his mask.

“Where the fuck is T?” Mike shouted towards Brad who seemed equally as stressed.

The man shrugged in response and attempted to hush the crowd of hostages who were in hysterics. Both of them felt the anger bubble to surface at Trevor’s absent placement. Then noticing your truancy as well, being the newest member — the “trainee,” as they’d call you.

Michael gritted his teeth and cursed your name as he could only imagine where you are.

-

“Oh- oh… fuck.” You grabbed the back of his neck after being pressed against the bathroom wall, his finger mercilessly confiscating your panties that fell around your thighs, then ankles.

Trevor’s mask was thrown on the floor beside the door, his hair nattered in all directions, the grease slicking it back and forwards; the ruggedness increasing by the aggression of your hands which migrated up his neck and onto his roots. Whenever you tugged, he grunted lowly and slid his finger between your opening, warming you up with his forehead nuzzled against your jaw, his breath causing you to exhale sharply.

“Trev, we gotta… we gotta wait.” You murmured despite enjoying his affections.

He scoffed in return and gently nibbled the surface of your neck before inserting a finger inside, changing your mind almost instantly as you demanded a closer contact, pulling his chest closer to yours. Making him grin.

“I can’t concentrate when I see a woman like you know her way around a gun.” He teased in your ear, his finger pumping in and out. “It gets me excited, sugar.”

He stole all your words away in an instance and your body crumbled into his arms. He worked as a foundation and kept you against the wall before feeling you grow wetter by moment. A small growl left his lips then he leaned close, kissing your lips harshly, removing his fingers one by one

“Fuck…” you sighed, leaning your head back and staring as he unbuckles the belt around his hips. Trevor still had his coat on but you still managed to see him tug out his boner that sat in his gloved hand. He really couldn’t help himself, resulting in quickies like this.

“Keep looking at me.” Trevor muttered under his breath while adjusting himself close, his hand spreading your legs more to make it easier for him as you are both standing up. The distressing restriction of flexibility was difficult until he grabbed onto your shoulders and pushed himself into you, whimpering and placing his lips against your forehead to control his heart rate.

It was hard to define how hot it was. You gasped for your life and grasped his broad shoulders when he entered, his cock buzzing with anticipation, roaming until his full length was buried – then pulling out to repeat the cycle. In and out, in and out, your back grinding against the cold wall; Trevor holding you with his arms and ensuring his cock stayed inside before proceeding forward. He also made sure you were looking at him, following his words.

The bathroom warmed up at the sound of skin-to-skin roughness and heavy breaths. Usually he was more vocal but the bathroom was settled near the main room where the crew were based. You could hear the background of yelling and shots being fired but that didn’t distract you from Trevor’s cock that sloppily thrusted into your pussy recklessly – like he had no worries nor consequences when approaching the spot that made your toes curl and mouth open with desire.

“Oh, God…” You whispered and felt him hold you closer.

“That’s right, baby,” Trevor moaned, “I’ll make you feel so fuckin’ good.”

Like he wasn’t already, your hips were toyed with and he helped you grind into him. Hearing him moan encouraged you to loosen up. Yet your ears were still listening out for the crew who were working against the clock. It made you feel bad, Trevor noticing by the stiffness of your hips before he grabbed your face with one hand and caressed your cheek with his thumb.

“Concentrate on me. Not them turds.” His voice cracked due to the arousal hitting him high.

“Uhuh…” You nodded your head hesitantly.

“Your pussy feels so good. How could I stay away?”

This made you smirk; his dirty words distracting you from the heist taking place.

He saw your reaction and pecked the nuzzle of your jaw again, ushering, “That’s my girl.”

After exchanging a saying, Trevor focused back onto the feeling and pierced his lower lip with his teeth, striving towards a comfortable pace that made you both groan with pleasure. He was known for coming quick so you were wary of how intense he was getting by the expression depicted from his face. And you saw his brows cross together, his eyes closed, meaning he was finding it difficult to hold back.

Nonetheless, you were already soaked enough beforehand that one touch made you grow butterflies – let alone his actual cock further tormenting your sex. If he was approaching fast, it made your mind speed-race into imagining the closeness and intimacy, craving his mood afterwards where he’d collapse and melt. You wanted him to come just for the taste of his exhaustion and vulnerability. The thought of it made you arch your back and softly moan, soon to be joining him as the feelings grew heavier.

“Ngh!” Trevor grunted and squeezed his eyes shut to embrace the excitement.

Moments were quicker than expected. You grabbed onto his coat and exhausted a moan as you felt him push back inside, at the same time coming, his face utterly painted with mania.

“Oh, fucking fuck!” He cried out. His legs shook and hands falling onto your forearms for support. Due to the haze of his orgasm, something else trickled down your legs and soon realised you had came previously as well. Your cum trickled across your thighs while Trevor panted heavily. His mullet was not recognisable anymore since it was coated with sweat and grease, slicked back and barely holding his crazed personality. It made him look ruined and pathetic – to your likeness.

He slowly pulled out and sighed at the state of himself; his trousers were ruffled with cum stains on them, and not to mention his coat with sweat dropping onto the fabric from his hair. This was no stranger to his usual mannerism but it would be obvious to the rest. Especially the red cheeks and his manic eyes.

Trevor kissed the corner of your mouth and then grabbed his hat.

You took this a sign to get yourself together, taking a deep breath and proceeding the formality of your appearance.

-

“Are we all set?” Michael called out after collecting his stack of cash. Once he received a nod, they returned to the main room and waited for any signs of cops.

Brad was checking the cameras outside until a door opened. All hostages were held in a locker room so this was completely out of their plans.

They all gushed around and aimed up their guns before seeing Trevor walk in with a smug grin, his hands raised.

“Woah. Hey, hey.” He purred in an idiotic sing-song voice.

Mikey’s face dropped into a snarl and he caught a glimpse of you standing behind Trevor. He began to understand what exactly happened, glaring towards his so-called best friend and shook his head. “You gotta lot of audacity, man.”

Trevor raised an eyebrow, “I ain’t hurting no one? We’re right on time.”

“Where the fuck were you?”

“I needed a one to one with our trainee here. Working on her aim and… Delivering.” He said in the most perverted mutter.

“By the looks of it.” Michael commented about his appearance before turning his back. “Don’t slack around anymore, T. We only just made it.”

“On it, Sargent.” Trevor grabbed onto your wrist and tugged you against him as they all exited the doors. Being sore and freshly used, it was difficult to catch up, but he’d look back with a small grin, offering you support when running towards the getaway car.

[venomous-ragno]

Writing advice...

... About military things by soldier :)

You wanna write a story with a militaristic setting, like CoD or R6S? But you don't know much about military related stuff and don't know where to start?

Well, lucky for you or not I know what that feels like and I've also got the combat / real life experience to help ya out!

Feel free to hop in my askbox or dm's and ask questions. I'll gladly elaborate and do my best to answer in full and plenty.

Disclaimer: My experiences and knowledge are mostly based on the German military, the Bundeswehr. They may differ from those of other countries.

Happy writing y'all :)

Pt. 7 / ?: Military jargon

I thought it'd be fun to do while I brood over all my other wips and future writing advice posts. There's a lot more jargon than I list in this post, but I needed some kinda start and end to this so I just wrote down all the terms I've heard and / or used myself.

Ally: How cool someone looks in uniform / gear. Speacial forces are automatically 'ally'

Bird: Helicopters, jets, drones, basically any kind of flying military equipment

Chest candy: Medals and ribbons worn on a uniform

Civy: Civilian (who doesn't serve in the military)

Demilitarised zone: Area in which any type of military force is banned

Expectant: A casualty who's expected to die

End Ex: Training exercise / event is over (a soldiers favourite words)

FOB: Forward Operating Base

Gunner: Service member operating heavy artillery

Green time machine: Sleeping bag

Helo: Helicopter

IED: Improvised Explosive Device

Jack: Selfish person or someone who disappears any time there's work to be done

Klick: Kilometer

Lizard: Someone who routinely screws up or a civy wearing military gear / uniforms for 'fashion purposes'

(40) Mike-Mike: Grenade launcher (either 40mm or M203)

Mincing: Procrastinating or being very slow while carrying out a task

Nails: Hard as nails

NIGS: New in Greens - soldier straight out of basic training

Outstanding: Very much not outstanding

Paddy: Irish soldier

P8: Mental health issue ("Going P8 in the block")

Quebec: Letter Q of the NATO alphabet

RV: Rendevouz - meeting up at a so called rendevouz point (meeting point)

Smoke: Punishing a service member with excessive scolding / physical work

Tango: Letter T in the NATO alphabet, also stands for enemy ("Tango in sight")

Ulu: Remote / rural area

Voluntold: Assignment that is technically vountary, but actually mandatory

Whiskey-Tango-Foxtrott: NATO alphabet letters meaning WTF

X-device: Radio navigation equipment used on aircrafts

Yoyo: Young Officer in training

Zone of fire: Area designated for help from above, aka fire support

[fictionalafvsmybeloved]

Can you rate this glorious product of the genius of Mike Sparks, the Areo-Gavin?

I.... made the mistake of going onto Mike Spark's website to research this farce.

Please, do not make my mistake, the Aero-Gavin isn't even the most delusional thing ON ITS OWN PAGE.

Most of what I say here will be echos of what LazerPig put in his own video.

So, for those not in the know the "Aero-Gavin" is the attempted revival of the hundred-year-old "flying tanks" idea by reformer and conspiracy-nut, Mike Sparks, using his personal favorite fetish object the M113 (he calls it the "Gavin") shoehorned into the role of an IFV.

We're going to start with the wings, they're biplane wings. This is because the cover of the Popular Mechanics magazine he ripped the idea from had biplane wings, the engine is in the same position as well. I'm not an aircraft expert, but there's a reason biplanes went out of style in the late 1930's. Even If you do manage to get this twelve ton brick that only a moron would think is capable of flight in the air, you still have to fly it.

This is the driver's position in the M113,

This is the cockpit of the Piper Cub, a small single engine aircraft.

As you can see, there is a VERY big difference. The cub has a large windscreen with equally large windows of both sides. The M113 has four small periscopes that don't even give you a 180-degree field of view. How the hell is any one supposed to fly this brick? Stick your head out the diver's hatch in mid air? And do you see all the instrumentation the Piper has? That'll all need to be crammed in the Aero-Gavin too, but that won't be enough, it needs GPS and radio encryption equipment too! And you see those two missiles on the top of the wings?, those are AIM-9 Sidewinders, you'll need some equipment for those too! Did you know that when the Aero-Gavin lands, it discards its wings? ALONG WITH A MILLION DOLLARS IN CLASSIFIED MUNITIONS, GEE I'M SURE NO-ONE WILL COME ALONG AND STEAL ALL OF IT!!

You know, the guy that flies this hundred-year-old idiot trap is going to have to be at-least a sergeant because of all the extra training they'll need. It's a higher rank than Mike Sparks ever could have fairly achieved.

Mike says on the page that the Aero-Gavin takes to the skies to avoid Precision Guided Missiles, things like ATGMs and guided artillery.

SO IT FLIES! And gets targeted buy MANPADS, SAMs, AAMs, Heavy Machineguns, Autocannons, and still (as the Ukrainian Army has proven) ATGMs.

But..... I could fix this.

What if we gave it rotatory wings instead?

What if we made it hover, so it wouldn't have to land to deploy its troops?

What if we moved the single rear door to both sides, to make room for a fixed tail boom?

What if we turned the top gunner's position into a pair of side gunners?

What if we gave it a panoramic glass cockpit with modern avionics, communications and sensor equipment?

What if we replaced the Sidewinders with Stingers?

What is we gave it rocket pods?

What if it could carry Hellfires?

WHAT IF IT WAS ALREADY IN SERVICE WITH MULTIPLE MILITARIES AROUND THE WORLD?!

Y'all it's the Blackhawk.

(sorry for stealing your joke LazerPig)

FINAL SCORES

Credibility: 1/10 - 3 year old’s Crayon Drawing

Coolness: 1/10 - Ugly as Sin

BONUS

Here's that LazerPig video I mentioned earlier

Mike Sparks, if you see this, you are a delusional idiot with fewer IQ points than an inbred tortoise.

[marcmarcmomarc]

Super Smash Bros. Fighter Presentation

MASTER HAND: The fourth game in the series is “Super Smash Bros. for Wii U” and “Super Smash Bros. for Nintendo 3DS”! For the game’s newcomers, we have a seemingly-random little guy who uses trademark, every-day tools for battle. “The Mayor of Smashville”, number 45, Villager!

Theme: Victory! Villager - Super Smash Bros. Ultimate

(The Villager steps to center stage and performs the Shrunk Funk Shuffle.)

CRAZY HAND: First appearance, “Doubutsu no Mori” for the Nintendo 64.

MASTER HAND: Next is Capcom’s mascot character, hailing from his namesake series. Though he’s had many future and alternate universe incarnations over the years, it’s “The Blue Bomber” who has come to join the fight. Welcome the Super Fighting Robot, number 46, Mega Man!

Theme: Victory! Mega Man by GB6

(Mega Man steps to center stage and pumps his arm.)

CRAZY HAND: First appearance, “Mega Man” for the Nintendo Entertainment System.

MASTER HAND: Next up, a pair of hard-working fitness instructors here to keep you fit. They are “The Yoga Warriors”, number 47, the Wii Fit Trainers!

Theme: Victory! Wii Fit Trainer - Super Smash Bros. Ultimate

(The Trainers step to center stage and perform various exercises.)

FEMALE TRAINER: Stretch those shoulders.

MALE TRAINER: Let’s get a good stretch.

CRAZY HAND: First appearance, “Wii Fit” for the Nintendo Wii.

MASTER HAND: Next is the head of the Comet Observatory and Guardian of the Cosmos. “The Cosmic Traveler”, number 48, Rosalina!

Theme: Victory! Rosalina & Luma - Super Smash Bros. Ultimate

(Rosalina floats to center stage and waves her wand.)

ROSALINA: Alright!

CRAZY HAND: First appearance, “Super Mario Galaxy” for the Nintendo Wii.

MASTER HAND: Sharing this fighter number and also from this game is her adoptive son, Luma.

(Rosalina taps her son with the wand. Luma chirps.)

MASTER HAND: Next is the underdog pint-sized powerhouse champion “Bruiser from the Bronx”, who once took down Mike Tyson in his prime. Meet number 49, Little Mac!

Theme: Victory! Little Mac - Super Smash Bros. Ultimate

(Doc Louis steps to and around center stage holding a sandbag as Little Mac aggressively beats it into next week.)

DOC: It’s your time, Mac! Show ‘em what you got, baby!

CRAZY HAND: First appearance, "Punch-Out!!" for Arcade.

MASTER HAND: Next, the Ninja Pokémon and final evolution of Froakie, the water starter of the Kalos region. A sneaky, creepy, and highly skilled humanoid frog ninja boasting the Water/Dark type. He is “The Master of Stealth”, number 50, Greninja!

Theme: Victory! Greninja by Groovy Monkey Music

(Greninja stands upright, clasps its hands together, and assumes a ninjutsu stance.)

GRENINJA: Gre. Nin.

CRAZY HAND: First appearance, “Pokémon X and Y” for the Nintendo 3DS.

MASTER HAND: Next are Nintendo’s customizable avatars, a staple since the days of the Wil. They are “The Fighters of Many Faces”, the Mii Fighters!

Theme: Classic Mode Clear - Super Smash Bros. 4

(The Mii Fighters step to center stage.)

CRAZY HAND: While their first appearance is on the Nintendo Wii’s Mii Channel, their first in-game appearance is “Wii Sports” for the Nintendo Wii.

MASTER HAND: The Miis come in three varieties with their own movesets. Number 51, Mii Brawler...

(Mii Brawler forms a grounded stance, then punches twice using alternating arms.)

MASTER HAND: ...number 52, Mii Swordfighter...

(Mii Swordfighter poses with his sword facing upwards while balancing on one foot.)

MASTER HAND: ...and number 53, Mii Gunner!

(Mii Gunner uses her free hand to hold the arm cannon, aims it left, slightly kneeling down in a “readying” pose, then aims right, with the arm cannon slightly angled higher.)

MASTER HAND: Next, “The Goddess of Light” and ruler of Skyworld is number 54, Lady Palutena!

Theme: Victory! Palutena by DIMON • CAMI

(Palutena floats to center stage and briefly spins her staff in front of herself telekinetically, catches it, and stands with it pointed outwards.)

PALUTENA: Too bad for you.

CRAZY HAND: First appearance, “Kid Icarus” for the Nintendo Entertainment System.

MASTER HAND: Next is Namco’s classic mascot character and arguably the first true mascot of gaming itself. “The Yellow Bane of Ghosts”, number 55, Pac-Man!

Theme: Victory! Pac-Man - Super Smash Bros. Ultimate

(Pac-Man jumps out of his round munching shape, lands at center stage, winks, and performs a thumbs-up.)

CRAZY HAND: First appearance, “Pac-Man” for Arcade!

MASTER HAND: The next fighter comes from the continent of Ylisse and is a very distant descendant of Marth. Welcome the first of the Echo Fighters, Marth’s Echo Fighter, “The Warrior From a Doomed Future”, number 21e, Lucina!

Theme: Victory! Lucina by GB6

(Lucina steps to center stage and twirls the Parallel Falchion.)

LUCINA: The future is not written!

CRAZY HAND: First appearance, “Fire Emblem: Awakening” for the Nintendo 3DS.

MASTER HAND: Also from this game is the swords-person who woke up in a field one day with no recollection of their life other than their name. They are “The Tactician Magician”, number 56, Robin!

Theme: Victory! Robin - Super Smash Bros. Ultimate

(Both Robins steps to center stage. Male Robin points his currently held sword upward.)

MALE ROBIN: Time to tip the scales!

(Female Robin does the same.)

FEMALE ROBIN: Let’s go!

MASTER HAND: Next is a young Homs engineering student from Colony 9, who took on the legendary Monado after a devastating attack by the Mechon brought chaos to his hometown. He is “The Visionary”, number 57, Shulk!

Theme: Victory! Shulk - Super Smash Bros. Ultimate

(Shulk steps to center stage and grips the Monado's handle with his right hand while triumphantly pumping his left fist.)

SHULK: I’m really feeling it!

CRAZY HAND: First appearance, “Xenoblade Chronicles” for the Nintendo Wii.

MASTER HAND: I suppose now is a good time to bring up Olimar’s alternate skin, another space traveler that hails from the planet Koppai, “The Astronaut in Training”, Alph!

Theme: Victory! Alph by GB6

(Alph steps to center stage and joyfully jumps in place.)

ALPH: Yo-ho!

CRAZY HAND: First appearance, “Pikmin 3” for the Nintendo Wii U.

MASTER HAND: Alongside the Winged Pikmin from the same game! Next is the not-really-evil counterpart of Pit who was created when Pandora used the Mirror of Truth with the intention of getting her own Pit to serve her needs. He is “The Dark-Winged Doppelgänger”, Pit’s Echo Fighter, number 28e, Dark Pit!

Theme: Victory! Dark Pit - Super Smash Bros. Ultimate

(Dark Pit steps to center stage, turns around a bit, then points with his right blade.)

DARK PIT: Can’t help but feel sorry for you!

CRAZY HAND: First appearance, “Kid Icarus: Uprising”, for the Nintendo 3DS.

MASTER HAND: Next is Bowser’s beloved son, a crafty, scheming young prince who holds a strong emotional attraction to Peach and a thirst to defeat Mario to make his father proud of him. Meet “The Prince of the Koopas”, number 58, Bowser Jr.!

Theme: Victory! Bowser Jr. by GB6

(Bowser Jr. rolls to center stage in his Junior Clown Car and twirls a hammer.)

CRAZY HAND: First appearance, “Super Mario Sunshine” for the Nintendo GameCube. His Junior Clown Car made its debut in “New Super Mario Bros. Wii” for the Nintendo Wii.

MASTER HAND: His alternate skins are the seven Koopalings.

Theme: Victory! Koopalings by GB6

MASTER HAND: “The Youngest”, Larry! “The Cool One”, Roy! “The Bold Beauty”, Wendy! “The Laughing Prankster”, Iggy! “The Enforcer”, Morton! “The Wacky War Machine”, Lemmy! And “The Pompous Prodigy”, Ludwig!

(They all twirl their wands.)

CRAZY HAND: Their first appearance is “Super Mario Bros. 3” for the Nintendo Entertainment System.

MASTER HAND: Next are a duo composed of a trollish dog and a duck that has left behind its life as a target. “A Unique Group”, number 59, the Duck Hunt Duo!

Theme: Victory! Duck Hunt Duo - Super Smash Bros. Ultimate

(The dog lays on his side and does his infamous laugh, while the duck flies next to him.)

CRAZY HAND: First appearance, “Duck Hunt” for the Nintendo Entertainment System.

[chadillacboseman]

Summary: Just a quick intro piece for JJ, my newest OC. The SF is on a night mission to clear a weapons depot warehouse and Falcon Company provides air support. TY @bihanspookies for being my bestie and always reading my nonsense. And for screaming about JJ with me <3

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The weapons warehouse is bathed in moonlight by the time Sonya and her squad reach it. It looms above them like a giant metal behemoth against the inky black sky.

Inside, she knows the space will be crawling with Black Dragon mercenaries; she's only brought a small strike team, they'll be relying on support from above if they intend to be successful.

The plan is simple- rappel in and drop teargas, push the ones they can't kill themselves out for Falcon Company to eliminate.

As if on cue, her earpiece comes to life.

"Blade, this is Falcon-01, we are on approach," Jeremiah Mitchell's grating southern drawl is unmistakable, even with the sound of the AC-130 thrumming in the background.

"Copy, Falcon, we have eyes on the warehouse. Wait for the laser before engaging."

"Copy."

Inside the roaring warplane, JJ strides down the center of the hold, his hands resting comfortably on the straps of his plate carrier. The rest of Falcon Company muddles around the interior, inspecting the ammunition as it's loaded into the side canons.

"Alright, Falcons, this is it!" he calls and they all look at him with rapt attention, "Tip of the spear, edge of the knife. We go in hot and loud, and we make these fuckers pay for every one of ours they put in the ground. Understood?"

A resounding 'HOORAH!' echoes back at him and he's satisfied. He makes his way up to the cockpit where the pilot team guides the warplane toward the warehouse.

"Keep eyes on the west side, thermals. Look for the infrared. Blade's strike team is gonna try'n force 'em out that way."

The pilots respond in the affirmative and he steps back, watching through the reinforced windows as they approach the site. JJ's heart is always banging out a rhythm like a wardrum when they're in the air- the ground team is in their hands for better or for worse.

Sonya's IR laser erupts to life and the AC-130 makes a sharp bank, pulling into a pylon turn to orbit the building. They're flying low, just 7k above the ground, enough to keep them safe from RPGs, but close to give his team a good visual.

JJ takes a seat at one of the CCTV monitors and watches as the 25MM gunner takes aim at the western set of doors. Below, Sonya and her team rappel in from the rooftop and drop tear gas that gives them an upper hand.

"Falcon, this is ground team," Sonya sounds out of breath as she radios in, "you've got hostiles incoming."

The AC-130 banks and gives the gunner a perfect view of the mercs as they exfil.

"Falcon-06, you have carte blanche authority," JJ glances down the hold and the soldier nods before returning his attention to the console.

The first burst of shots takes out a wave of mercs and he sees a few of them look skyward. Hello assholes. Some of them branch off and head for cover, while another group makes for the row of jeeps to the north.

"Switch to 105 Mike-Mike, take out those Jeeps."

Falcon-04 and 07 load a Howitzer into the tube and it fires, recoiling into the hold. Below, the missile hits ground and the jeeps erupt into balls of flame and bits of metal. The mercs that were closing in drop to the ground in heaps.

"That's how we do it, Falcons!" JJ shouts and another round of loud 'HOORAH's echoes around him.

"Falcon, watch your fire!" Sonya cries into his earpiece, "We don't want any structural damage."

JJ rolls his eyes, "Copy that, Blade. Boys, stick to 25."

The rest of the mercs have taken cover in a small building outside the warehouse; it doesn't look reinforced- the 25MM will punch through with ease. Falcon-06 aims the guidance system and sends a burst into the roof; JJ watches with satisfaction on his own monitor as the rounds tear through the metal and into the mercs beneath it. Dodge that.

Another wave of them erupts from the doors. By now, they've wised up to the air support, branching off in multiple directions for a better chance at scraping by with their lives.

God, he wants to send them to hell with the 105.

Instead, he watches as Falcon-06 expertly times his shots, peppering the asphalt with lead that shreds through half a dozen mercs, then pivots, and takes out another two. Next to him, the belt feeds into the gun and kicks out empties that clatter to the metal floor.

"No visual on the remaining mercs," Falcon-06 calls. There had been at least ten- the area was wooded, they were probably streaking through the trees as they speak.

Fuck it.

"Hit the treeline with the 105," JJ will deal with Sonya's ire later. Don't bring the big guns if you don't intend to fire them.

Falcon-04 and 07 kick out the empty Howitzer shell and load another before aiming the guidance system at the treeline. The canon kicks back and the missile hits ground with a blast that levels the first few rows of trees. He makes out the bodies of at least a few of the mercs as the trees burn. It's good enough for him, as long as the others make it back to base with PTSD.

"Blade, we're clear out here. How copy?"

The radio is silent for a moment and he knits his brows.

"Blade, how copy?"

"Clear, but no sign of Kano," Sonya sounds irritated. Whether it's with his actions or the lack of Kano, he has no idea. Her obsession with the Black Dragon clan leader is lost on JJ; it drives her as if she is captain Ahab and he the white whale.

"Rog. Falcon is pulling out, we'll see you on the ground," JJ makes his way to the cockpit once more and turns to face the crew, "Good work, boys. We'll be back in time for dinner."

"Let's get this bird home."

[smashmiigirlthefandoms]

Terribly terrible she's a villain,

This is my evil mii gunner name Dr. Scylla who like to kill miis to look like robot with humans skin on, also Mike mouse too

[prozac-shaped-urn]

I just got word there will be a celebration of life for Katie on May 11th. I can’t go, so I’m holding one of my own.

If anyone wants to join me in a little virtual ceremony, I’ll go live on Instagram at 6pm MST. It’ll only be about an hour. I’ll show pictures of us as kids, but that’s all I have other than memories and a necklace we gave each other in 1998.

If you can’t join or don’t want to, that’s completely fine. This is something I need to do for me.

DM me for my Instagram handle because it’s private and I’ll have to add you.

If you feel so led, please pray for / send love and healing light to Katie’s family, her husband Mike and her 7 kids — Neveah, Trinity, Skylar, Gunner, Hunter, Jaxson and Noah.

Katie’s mom, Vicki, is having an exceptionally hard time right now, so maybe give an extra bit of love to her.

Thank you to everyone who’s shown support for me in the last few weeks. I’m still learning how to navigate grief, but I saw an orb yesterday and I think it was Katie. ♥️✨

Things will get easier for everyone. It’ll just take time.

[jtgunner]

New let's play video of Buckshot Roulette for PC is up on YouTube! It's time to try Double or Nothing mode! After every three rounds, we are given a chance to go again to double our prize money. But if we die, we lose it all! So let's gamble with our lives and win big!

WATCH IT HERE: https://youtu.be/_DkMcpZCj5A

[stainlesssteellocust]

"I had two nicknames in 'Nam. First up was Ganesha, after the Hindu god called the Remover of Obstacles. He's the one with the elephant head. That one stuck with me, but I gained another that I didn't like so much. The Iceman. One day, we had what the Aussies called a bit of a brass-up. Just our ship alone, but we caught an NVA battalion crossing a river, and wonder of wonders, we got permission to fire before they finished. The gunner had a round explode in the chamber, jamming his 60, and the fool had left his barrel bag, with spares, back in the revetment.

So while he was frantically rummaging under my seat for my barrel bag, it was over to me, young and crazy, standing on the skid, singing something by the Stones at the top of my lungs with the mike keyed so the others could listen in, and Lord, Lord, I rode that 60. 3000 rounds, an empty ammo box, and a smoking barrel that I had burned out because I didn't want to take the time to change. We got ordered out right after I went dry, so the artillery could open up, and of course, the arty took credit for every body recovered, but we could count how many bodies were floating in the river when we pulled out. The next day in the orderly room an officer with a literary bent announced my entrance with "Behold, the Iceman cometh."

For those of you unfamiliar with Eugene O'Neil, the Iceman was Death. I hated that name, but I couldn't shake it. And, to tell you the truth, by that time maybe it fit. I have, or used to have, a photo of a young man sitting on a log eating C-rations with a pair of chopsticks. There are three dead NVA laid out in a line just beside him. He didn't kill them. He didn't chose to sit there because of the bodies. It was just the most convenient place to sit. The bodies don't bother him. He doesn't care. They're just part of the landscape. The young man is glancing at the camera, and you know in one look that you aren't going to take this guy home to meet your parents. Back in the world, you wouldn't want him in your neighborhood, because he is cold, cold, cold. I strangled that SOB, drove a stake through his heart, and buried him face down under a crossroad outside Saigon before coming home, because I knew that guy wasn't made to survive in a civilian environment. I think he's gone. All of him. I hope so. I much prefer being remembered as Ganesha, the Remover of Obstacles."

-Robert Jordan

[lastmidtownshowmp3]

Ooh! Mike being a pissy ghost because he died and blames peter reminded me of this episode of Are You Afraid Of The Dark:

So there’s a ghost and it’s PISSED and it keeps trying to kill these kids’ grandfather and they’re like “wtf why is this ghost so pissed at grandpa?”

So they find their grandfather’s diary and it turns out that he was a pilot during WW2 and one time the plane got hit and he didn’t think he would be able to land it so he told his gunner or whatever to take the parachute and go.

But the parachute ended up being bad and the gunner died and the grandfather did end up being able to land the plane safely.

But the thing is; the ghost thought he did it on purpose to kill him so that’s why he was pissed. But in his diary the grandfather wrote that he legit thought he was crying to crash and that parachute? It was the only one they had. He thought he was sacrificing himself to save his friend and it failed.

And in the end the ghost is like “aw” and finally crosses over happy ending.

What I mean to say is; Mike as a ghost absolutely would not give a fuck if Peter had a journal explaining what happened.

He’d still be pissed djjdjdndnndndn.

HELPPP

Mike could very much find Peter’s journal full of woe and regret for what happened to him, lamenting the terrible accident it was, and fully just decide that he either isn’t reading all of that or just doesn’t care. Staying mad at him and terrorising him through haunting gives him much more catharsis. And besides he doesn’t want to deal with the messy notion that there’s no blame here and that perhaps Peter’s all twisted up over what happened as well. It’s just easier for him to remain insufferable!!

[anotherisodope]

Hasn't had a puff in 210 years...

So being a medical cannabis user and general enjoyer of the herb, I of course downloaded Cannabis Commonwealth for my new Fallout 4 game.

Now, Cannabis Commonwealth is a great mod. Lots of thought was put into it, and the growing mechanic is about as close to realistic as you can get with this game engine. Also, the plant models are gorgeous. And it’s funny as hell when I have Morgan light up a joint and she stands there smoking and literally refuses to do anything else until she’s done. Relatable, especially after 210 years…

That said, there’s only one flaw to the whole experience. One tiny thing that left me frustrated and going on wild goose chases for days. That is: I couldn’t figure out who in the hell in the entire Commonwealth was selling buds and seeds.

Now, for those who have installed this mod and are faced with the same question: Rachel, Dr. Forsythe’s assistant down in Vault 81, is the sole person that I have found with the hookup. Apparently, she’s been running a little side business behind everyone's back. She restocks every 48 hours like a standard merchant, and each time her sale list includes at least a few buds and types of seeds. 

I found this out completely by accident after checking every merchant, trader, doctor, and drug pusher I could think of and going on multiple wild-goose chases. Vault 75 has a giant chem stash according to a junkie’s note? Look there. Vault 95 is notorious for its huge stock of prewar chems? Let’s try there. The big losers in this whole exercise were the Gunners, which was hilarious.

I’m just imagining Gunners seeing a furious Minutemen General in full colors plowing her way through two of their bases, including their vault of origin and secondary base of operations, while they try to figure out which of their many, many crimes has actually brought her wrath down on them. 

Gunner in Vault 95: This is a general alert to Headquarters and to all tertiary bases and squads within comm range. We are under attack by the Minutemen General, her second in command, three robots, and a dog. Lock down all bases immediately and prepare for attack. 

Gunner in Vault 75: Mike, what the hell is going on over there? 

95: It’s Corporal Miller--oh fuck it, I’m probably gonna die anyway. It’s a complete shitstorm, Joey. She’s reprogrammed most of our robots to add to her force, our turrets are shut down and our recruits are dropping like flies. 

75: Oh God. What the hell caused this? Is it because of Quincy? Or our attacks on her settlements?

95: It could also be retaliation for when we kidnapped her buddy Jake and beat the shit out of him, or when we killed Old Paul, or when we interrogated The Ron including breaking bones and snatching his wig… 

75: …wow. We’ve, uh, done a lot to piss her off, haven’t we?

95: Yep. And there’s no telling which one was the last straw… 

Morgan, meanwhile: WHERE’S THE FUCKING WEED YOU TIN-SOLDIER ASSHOLES I KNOW YOU’RE HOLDING OUT ON ME