#stealth warfare

[stealth-skills]

German stormtroopers — the first ‘modern’ combat soldiers.

[loth-moth]

GROMSKO - A Pronunciation Guide

Suave Sobiesław (It rhymes. Get it?)

Sobiesław - Soa - Beh- swav

O like Oat. ł is a W like Web. W is pronounced as a V sound.

Kosciuszko - KOSh-CHews-skO

Kos like Gossip.

C iu-s like Check and Useless with a partially voiced S/Z.

Sko like Go.

Notes:

Voiced and unvoiced referring to how involved your vocal cords are. A good way to understand this is try switching between F - V and S - Z. V in many central and eastern European countries sometimes sounds like a 'voiced F' . (I will not be making an accent/speech guide as I have for König as I don't speak Polish and feel it's not my place. If you are Polish and have any feedback or would like to help me work on such a post feel free to reach out.)

"ZA HONOR I OJCZYZNĘ!"

Now go, be free, have fun with everybody's favourite beefy Polak.

[artapir]

Stealthed dinotreehopper 'borgs, Ray Dream Studio 5.5

[historyofguns]

The article "German Human Torpedoes — D-Day’s Nazi Suicide Subs?" by Tom Laemlein explores the development and deployment of the Nazi "human torpedo" mini-submarine during World War II. Developed by the Kriegsmarine under Richard Mohr, these manned torpedoes, including the initial Neger and later Marder models, were part of Germany's desperate attempts to counter Allied naval forces during the Mediterranean and Normandy invasions. Despite their simplistic design, these weapons were highly dangerous to both their operators and enemy forces, often resulting in a high mortality rate among pilots. The article details the technical specifications, operational challenges, and significant combat engagements involving these mini-subs, concluding with insights from U.S. Naval Intelligence based on interrogations of captured German pilots.

[perilegs]

it's funny that now that i don't really have much about my body to be dysphoric about my brain makes up psychological dysphoria and it's so dumb

[tron31]

Here’s my most recent commission! I took references from WW2 bombers, including the name, and flying wings! There’s a lotta details packed in, and it was a ton of fun to make.

[firstoccupier]

Targeted Naval Strategies: An Ethical Approach

By, Cliff Potts, WPS News, Editor-in-ChiefBaybay City | January 10, 2025 As General Robert H. Barrow, a former Commandant of the US Marine Corps, famously stated, “Amateurs talk tactics, professionals talk logistics.” The current situation in the Philippines compels us to consider the risk of being amateurs. Recently, the Chinese Coast Guard’s largest vessel, CCG 5901, made its presence felt in…

[fogaminghub]

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[sergeant-macho-nacho]

This movie right here.

A post 9/11 enlistment propaganda flick from 2002.

Not only does it have Nick Furry and Tony Hawk, but it predicted the use of

•Plausibly deniable criminal militia splinter-cells run by the government

but more importantly

•Killer Robots that can swim real good

Exhibit a) Metal Gear

Exhibit b) Real world Chinese counterpart

Simply the fact that submarines hide underwater make them naturally stealthy, but can also employ noise cancellation and anti-radar technologies(like being built from plastic).

With the use of small nuclear reactors this thing could just sit on the bottom of the ocean for years without surfacing.

Also it can shoot nukes.

[darudedogestorm]

I need to get back into worm brain mode after i'm done with plants vs zombies brain, no clue when that'll happen but i'm sure by this time next year something will be different

[pilot4008]

Saab 35 Draken Fighter Jet Design - Aviation Enthusiast's Tribute T-Shirt

Look it now

[eisbar777]

The IX-529 "Sea Shadow": The Stealth Ship That Revolutionized Naval Warfare

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Human Warfare

( Please come see me on my new patreon and support me for early access to stories and personal story requests :D https://www.patreon.com/NiqhtLord Every bit helps)

“Do you deny it?”

The war council chamber was quiet. Only the commanders of the different races of the alliance were present for this meeting leaving the chamber eerily silent save for the handful gathered. What they had gathered to discuss could not be heard openly lest it sends shockwaves through the fragile conglomeration of cooperation the alliance had been able to forge through the horrors of the Praxis war.  

Terran Commander Mya Barton sat opposite Matriarch Jan’el, leader of the Xenari forces and her current interrogator by the sound of her tone. Unlike Mya who wore a standard dress uniform adorned with her medals and pins of rank, Jan’el had chosen to wear her people’s combat armor to the meeting. Ceiling lights bounced off the reflective surface as the Matriarch stood under them giving her the appearance of a proto-star as she aggrandized her questions with theatrical gestures and posturing.

“Please clarify what you are asking of me.” Mya replied dryly as she took a sip from her waiting cup. It was not that she was attempting to be disrespectful, but her disinterest with this gathering was surfacing as she had been called away from the middle of the Barka Offensive planning to address the other leaders over recent developments.

They had failed to elaborate on what these developments had been and no sooner had the doors closed was Jan’el trying to put the screws to her.

Jan’el’s skin blushed a deep purple of rage and was about to no doubt unleash a barrage of remarks when she was cut off by General Darmaxi of the Creek people.

��We are referring to the recent explosion that killed the enemy commander Gorthrax and much of his command staff.”

Darmaxi entered several keys into a console near them and a projector in the center of the room spun to life showing a holographic image of their enemy’s command bunker. The feed was a recording from a stealth drone that had been able to fly beneath their sensor sweeps and perch itself across from the entrance to the bunker. It’d been the closest any in the alliance had been able to get as security for the complex was an ever shifting enigma that left few openings open for long.

The projection showed the entrance on what appeared to be a normal day. Enemy guards stood at attention while senior commanders went in and out of the complex through thick reinforced doors when suddenly the feed shook.

A massive explosion erupted from the center of the complex and spread outward with such speed that the drone had only been able to record five seconds before it was obliterated in the blast. The projection then shifted to an orbital scan showing a massive crater easily a mile wide and just as much deep into the dirt of the world. The base of the crater was already beginning to fill up with rainwater and no doubt it would soon form a lake in the heart of what had once been the most secure military installation on the planet.

“Oh, that.” Mya replied as all eyes turned towards her. “Yes that was us; no need for gratitude.”

“Gratitude?!”  Jan’el snarled. “Do you have any idea what you have done?!?!”

Mya indifferent shrug only further enraged the animal Matriarch.

“If I recall the operation killed several high ranking military targets and crippled their command staff for weeks if not months as they reorganize replacements.” Mya responded crisply. “Leaving their current military operations at a standstill as no clear line of command can be established.”

The meeting erupted into several outbursts as the leaders questioned, reproached, and even cursed the actions taken by the humans.

“I know you are new to the stars,” Magistrate Kempop calmly addressed through the bustling noise, “but we do not conduct wars in this manner.”

Mya’s expression took on a stern look as her patience was waning under the bombardment of reprimands. This was not the response she had expected when news of this operation broke.

“There is nothing more dangerous here than an army without leaders.” Jan’el spoke slowly as if to a child. “Without order, they will lash out wildly and can do more harm than they would have while under the command of their leaders.”

“I will rebuke you on that point.” Mya touted. “Right now Terran Intelligence is coordinating with ground forces to bisect and dismantle our enemies bit by bit as their cohesion has been shattered.”

Mya entered several keys into her terminal and the projector displayed a territorial map of the warfront. Enemy territory in red, and alliance territory in blue.

“As we speak we have breached their front across no less than fourteen different points.” Mya began as the map began to shift showing several blue streaks carving their way through once solid red territory. Strongpoints that could not be breached were isolated in a ring of blue as alliance forces put them to siege while other tendrils continued to push deeper and deeper into enemy lands.

“Our estimates show a complete collapse of organized resistance within the next month, and a total subjugation of the planet within two weeks after that.”

The alliance leaders remained silent at this. None could speak against the rapid gains made since the human operation concluded, yet none were still happy with the outcome. Least of all was Jan’el and Darmaxi, who both made clear their displeasure for being kept out of the loop.

“You were not ordered to commence such an unsanctioned attack.” Jan’el snarled.

“Ordered?”

The word dripped from Mya’s mouth like sludge as now it was the human’s turn to express scorn.

“I was not made aware that you were made supreme commander of this alliance.”

“A poor choice of words,” Darmaxi cut in to defuse the situation, “but you still did not inform us of it until after the matter; it displays a certain degree of lacking trust.”

“That is because I don’t.”

The babble of the meeting instantly evaporated and those gathered looked at Mya as she rose from her chair.

Running her hands across her face, Mya desperately tried to compose herself as a mixture of anger and blind disgust swelled inside her as she looked upon her so called “allies”.

“You all say this is a war that you are fighting yet you have done everything in your power to avoid finishing it.”

“Outrageous!”  Jan’el all but shouted.

“No?”

Mya left her chair and walked over to the Matriarch. She had to tilt her head up to look at the Amazonian warlord yet her scorn for Jan’el cut deep.

“Our operation alone has done more for this war effort than the lot of you have done in months!”

Rounding on the rest of those gathered Mya continued berating all of them.

“You act more like diplomats than commanders! You sit here and deliberate, formulate, plan, negotiate, and discuss by committee. Your behavior is more akin to preventing a war than winning it but I have news for all of you! The war is here and it will not stop until you end it!”

She pointed at the projection of the crater that had once been the enemy command nerve center.

“This is what my people know, and this is what my people are good at. We find our enemies, we study them, and then we crush them without a moment’s hesitation. Brutally and utterly; leaving them no chance for recovery and ensuring an end to hostilities.”

A silence descended on the gathering as a blanket of shame smothered everyone. Even the Matriarch had finally ceased her insults and simply glared down at Mya with a gaze so cold it made Pluto feel warm.  

“Regardless of your feelings or people’s history,” Darmaxi finally spoke up, “you are part of this alliance and you will abide by the rules you so willfully mock.”

Mya turned to the general and let them speak.

“War by its very nature is an affront to nature and thus should be resolved with as little bloodshed as necessary. That is why we deliberate; to find the path forward we can still walk away from.”

 “A noble notion, but how many of your soldiers must die for you to realize it?”

Mya’s cold response came from a place she doubted many here had never known. To be led into battle by idealistic fools spouting love and peace while her friends were butchered and maimed without remorse.

“Stay then and conduct your deliberations. I shall take my leave and win this war for you.”

Without another word Mya turned and began striding out of the room.

“You cannot win this war alone.” Jan’el touted as Mya reached the door.

The human stopped halfway in the doorway.

“Don’t bother contacting us when we’ve won you this war, we’ll know where to find you.”

[diejager]

I love your Only Human fics 😭😭 I can’t help but think what Monster AU 141/Kortac would do if their only human got hurt during a mission….

A continuation maybe please?

Only Human pt3

Pairing: Monster 141 + König + Horangi x reader

CW: blood, injury, canon-typical violence, gun violence, flash grenade go boom boom, explosion, tell me off I missed any. wc: 2.4k

Only Human masterlist

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They fucked up, they really flicked up. It was a simple mission, simple enough that you were sent with only three operators. Alejandro with his witness, slinked between enemy lines, shooting up and creating chaos once he shifted, his large body ripping through enemy lines like a hot knife through butter. Gaz with his aerial insights, flew over trees and spotted the soldiers you were shooting through and giving pointers to where they split up and where they collected. And finally, Horangi, stalking between the buildings, jumping from shadow to shadow with a slow sway of his tail, pouncing on his prey with the stealth of a tiger. 

Laswell had promised that it was a quick in-and-out op, slipping through the village at night and taking out the leading figure of this hastily-made gang that was blocking the transport route between two important, allied towns. The shared intel was that it was a gang of ragtag rebels, raiding police stations within the mass, overwhelming the officers with their vast numbers of followers. They stole police equipment, vests, guns, batons, and ammunition, using them to power through the lines of officers and breaking through blockades built by the townsfolk. 

While they weren’t trained in military warfare or had prior training with specialised weapons, they had the advantage of numbers, overwhelming any joint forces with their vast numbers of rebels. It was nearly astounding how many people were being paid and supported by Russia's wealthy Ultranationalists wanting to disrupt the trading routes and hurt the opposing team by prying them of a source of gas and material. 

The few joint forces had slimmed down their numbers, leaving Task Force 141 to clean it up and take over their base of operation within the region. You were told that their numbers rounded a skeleton crew of twenty men, twenty-five at most. That’s why Price sent you four for quick and efficient disposal of the enemy. 

That’s what Laswell gave you, the information burned into your mind from habitual memorization to ensure that your team would be prepared, and yet the data was wrong. Gaz had reported twice the promised number, not as well armed as you were warned but their number brought a changing tide to your mission. You wanted to turn back, to regroup and form another plan, but everyone was already in place and calling them back could be as much of a risk of being caught as storming in. 

Perhaps that’s why you were all so careful and conscious of the dangers, moving in two, Alejandro and Horangi in one part and you walking under Gaz’s protective shadow. The initial plan was to box them in, working through both exits to snuff out any runaways and once you entered the compound, Gaz would drop down and lead ahead. 

That was the plan, until, of course, all hell broke loose. It was chaotic, they were trigger-happy and within untrained hands, their guns were as leather as a trained one with how quickly they spent their magazine, cycling through one and spraying the wall you used for hiding. Soap’s wild clean-up would’ve been extremely helpful in a time like this; Ghost’s hungry haze would’ve swallowed them all up, opening up a way for you to pass; and König’s reckless and unpredictable shift that sent him into a wild frenzy while he tore through the base. 

Unfortunately, they were back home, the little base they called their own when you first joined, yet you still had experienced and protective soldiers by your side, all special forces. Gaz led you with a strong hand and clear head, stopping at every corner to look at all sides before moving forward and you watched his back, looking out for any enemy rounding back. 

Your situation would be - at best - organised chaos, made from what you were given at the moment, faced with a group over a dozen times and without backup waiting behind. There were hushed orders and observations sent back and forth between your groups, cautious warnings on your side and growls from the other. Nick had been informed in case of any immediate evacuation and Laswell, of the sudden change in the plan. You did your best with what you had, leaving bleeding corpses in your wake, slumped over the bloodied floor and against the stained walls, but you hadn’t expected the rapid change of shift in the enemy. They weren’t such men with guns and knives, they were trained - albeit sloppy - in ferality and ruthlessness, jumping at you and Gaz without a second thought.

Every lunge was met with a bullet, rifles firing at the advancing numbers holding a gun, a knife or both, leaving you with a graze or scrape, the skin under your clothes bristled and bleeding. They flooded like moths to a flame, one taking the place of a fallen, and two other taking his place. You were pushed back to back, Gaz’s wings fluttering in stress between you, fighting the need to cover you in a protective shield of muscle and feather. 

“We’re compromised,” Gaz hissed into the mic, sending the message to any open coms on your connected line. “Victor-01, moving your way.”

“Copy,” Alejandro huffed.

Gaz tried leading you away, feet moving fast and steady around the halls you had to memorise for this Op. He tried to lead you safely, but they swarmed you like flies, appearing from every corner in an unending flood of shouting, thumping and firing. Gaz was bound to get hit at this rate, with his big wings and broader shoulders. It worried you that he’d take a bullet for you - you knew he would, as would the others - and get dangerously hurt. Through one door was a group waiting for you, gun trained forwards and ready to fire, but they were slow, sloppy, and they lacked the training and reflexes of a specialist. 

You had time to push Gaz through a door and into a room, you hid on both sides, hiding from the straight line of fire. You unclipped a flash from your belt, waving it at him to catch his attention. It did and his lips broke into a grin, wild and electric at your idea. You had him count down the seconds, his fingers lowering until he balled his fist, shaking it as you pulled the pin out and threw it down the hall. Veering away from the door, eyes closed tightly and hands around your ears, the flash grenade blew up with a loud, ear-piercing screech. It sent them into a blind panic, weapons falling from their hands to rub the burning pain in their cornea, ears deaf to your quick-moving steps towards them, down they went, like those behind you. 

Adrenaline pumped erratically through your veins, bubbling and warming your body to an uncomfortable heat that had you sweating under your gear. You turned another corner and you were closer to Alejandro and Horangi’s location, meeting up with them was your current objective, to regroup and take over the base in one group. They were just down the path, behind the sprinting men in jeans and t-shirts holding guns like it was a big, heavy toy. You could see their tense shoulders relax when they caught sight of you, guard still up and cautious, but glad that you were safe. 

“Hunter,” Horangi hissed, his figure trembling as his nose twitched under his mask. He stared at your shoulder, the damp jacket stained with your blood. “You broken?”

“No, the adrenaline’s keeping me going,” you nodded back, trying to soothe his worry. Being the 141’s medic, you knew the benefits of adrenaline, it numbed the pain, the cold and the burns, but once you calmed down, you’d feel every little scratch.

You limped out of the building, body leaning against Horangi for support, his tail curled around your thigh and body tense in a possessive mood. He kept glancing your way, his golden eyes swirling with worry, pupils small and attentive to every wince you made. He moved according to your pain, urging you to put more weight on him when you walked on your bad leg, where a bullet shot straight through your thigh, bleeding through the quickly put gauze you covered it with and wrapped tightly in bandages. You promised them that you’d properly patch yourself up in the helicopter while they watched before you worked on them. 

With your body riding off the adrenaline that kept you going for the past fifteen minutes, you jerked and winced when you walked on your left leg, the white bandage around your thigh staining red on the side. You were sure Horangi and Alejandro could smell your blood, or they'd been able to smell it before you even saw them, the irony tang wafting around them like a haze of their failure. The failure to let you get hurt and unable to properly protect you, you could feel the tenseness in their shoulders, their lowered head at your smile and the jerky movement when they moved around, seemingly pulling themselves back from doing something. 

Nikolai waved at your group, ushering you in from his seat, strapped safely with his headset on and communication clear between everyone. With a short affirm from Alejandro, Nik took off, the bird curving to the left when he turned west, towards the UK. You waited until the flight was stable, flying through the air softly and steadily before you opened up your pack, searching for items to clean and reward your wound until you returned to the infirmary. You checked your tourniquet, tightening it when you saw that it was slightly loose, ripping open the wrapping around your leg, you reapplied the gauze, adding pressure to it to stop it from bleeding even more. 

You winced and hissed under their watchful eyes, between Alejandro and Horangi, their tails swaying and occasionally curling around your forearm. Gaz, however much he’d like to sit beside you, to fuss and worry openly about your wounds, sat across from you, strapped in with his wings spread wide across the seats. 

“Looks rough, Охотник,” Nik called to the back, light glinting off his glasses. 

“Nothing new, Nik, you know that,” you replied through the coms, a lop-sided smile curling the corners of your lips.

He cackled, a full-belly laugh that had all of you smiling in your own ways. Nikolai was rambunctious, loyal and a big bear of a man. He was human, the other human in the Task Force apart from you (Laswell might’ve been the one sending you across the earth and gathering information, but she - regrettably - wasn’t truly a member.). 

“Да! I do!”

When you landed, the rest of the TF was already waiting outside, arms crossed and shoulders tense. It seemed they got the news of your Op, showing their displeasure with deep frowns and deeper glares, none directed at you or the hybrids, it was some sort of self-hatred and anger at the person that gave Laswell the intel, their promise of it being factual and not sending them any updates on the case. Laswell, herself, was fairly mad, her stressed face pulled sombrely down. 

Soap and Rudy rushed to you, voices low and tones raspy, they hovered near your group, fussing about the blood that caked Alejandro’s forehead, a slight graze from a rifle’s butt and other bruises from slamming into obstacles; Gaz’s slight pinch in the back from being slammed into a wall by a bulldozing enemy when he ran out of ammo; Horangi’s ripped sleeves, gashes bleeding lightly from attempts at slashing and stabbing knives by inexperienced hands; but what worried them the most was you, limping and hanging from Horangi’s shoulders. 

Your eyes were hooded, equal parts exhausted and blood lost, placing all of your weight on the Haetae hybrid. While your upper half was unscathed - apart from the slight bruises forming on your skin - your leg, wrapped tightly in a tourniquet and bandages drowned in red. The amount of red would’ve been worrying if they hadn’t known you, but you’ve survived far more dangerous and life-threatening wounds, bouncing back with revenge. As truthful as it was, it didn’t stop them from worrying. You might’ve been more resilient than most - hybrids credited their resilience to their human parent - you didn’t have the healing ability of hybrids or the immortality of spectres. 

“ ‘m fine, Rudy,” you smiled, so bright and reassuring when you were the wounded one. “Nothing a few stitches and rest won’t heal.”

“Si, but-”

“Doesn’t mean we’re not worried, love.”

Like his callsign, he walked in on your little group silently, peering over Rudolfo’s shoulders, his warm, brown hues meeting yours. His voice was strained with concern, croakier than when you left this morning, waving at them. Rodolfo moved over when Ghost brought his hand forward, Horangi passed you to him with careful and tender hands so that you could be brought to the infirmary without having to walk. You hooked your arms around Ghost’s neck, arms crossed lazily over his back and chin propped up on his shoulder. He held you against his chest, one arm under your ass and another carefully tucked under your knees, watching your wounded leg without touching it. 

You looked at Price and Laswell from your perch, their hushed discussion with shrugging shoulders and crossed arms, but neither looked pleased with the outcome of your mission. You blinked owlishly when you couldn’t find König beside them, head turning from side to side to find the 6 '10 Austrian hybrid, but you still couldn’t find him. Just as you were going to ask Ghost where König was, a hand reached out to grip your forearm, thick fingers softly rubbing your strained muscle. You were met with a veiled face when you turned, brilliant, red eyes stared at your wounded thigh in distaste, his mind throwing him into the scene of the moment, turning and ripping the men that dared harm you to pieces, bloodied and unrecognisable parts of a human. 

“Hey, König,” you called out, pulling him back from his violent daydream where his eyes turned crimson, glazed with bloodlust and rage, promising doom. “Do you want to come with us?”

“Ja,” he replied moments later, snapping to your face with blank eyes, now his regular, ice-blue colour. “To the infirmary first and mess all later. You need to eat and rest well to heal quickly, Schnucki.”

“What about the-”

“You need to rest, lovie. Let them deal with the debrief,” Ghost’s voice was stern and commanding, ending whatever protests you had. 

As if to prove his point, he turned to face Price, his head nudging you to look at your captain, the imposing and dominating figure of Price’s horned head, thick, swaying tail and powerful wing. Price replied with a quick nod, curt in a way that shut down any voice, landing the hammer on the gravel with a resounding boom. You sighed, grumbling lowly about them worrying too much about a flesh wound, exaggerating your condition (in your mind) and threatening them with insubordination that had your commanding officers glare your way.

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[planesawesome]

The F-15EX is a modernized variant of the F-15 Eagle fighter jet, upgraded with advanced avionics and capabilities. It offers improved air-to-air combat and air-to-ground strike capabilities compared to earlier F-15 models. Key features include:

Upgraded avionics with a new glass cockpit, improved radar, and advanced communication systems

Improved radar system (APG-82) for air-to-air and air-to-ground capabilities

Enhanced air-to-air combat capabilities with increased range and accuracy, and improved maneuverability

Ability to deliver accurate and precise strikes against ground targets with advanced precision-guided munitions (JDAM)

Longer range due to advanced engines and improved fuel efficiency

Improved maneuverability, including roll rate and sustained turn rates

Advanced electronic warfare capabilities, including detection and jamming of enemy radar systems

Advanced communication systems for communication with other aircraft and ground stations

Overall, the F-15EX is a highly capable fighter jet, but it is an older design compared to newer fighter jets like the F-22 Raptor or F-35 Lightning II, which may have superior stealth capabilities and advanced sensor systems

[rottenpumpkin13]

Just saw this post from user snakebites-and-ink: "Former living weapon absolutely dominating at laser tag"

And immediately thought of Sephiroth & the gang. How would this play out? :3

Sephiroth spends the first 10 minutes organizing everyone into strike teams and calling out grid coordinates like they're infiltrating an enemy base. Keeps using actual military hand signals. Tried to requisition night vision goggles from the teenage employee at the counter. Then Angeal pulls him aside like "hey buddy you know this is just. for fun right? like these aren't real lasers, you're allowed to just be yourself." And thats how Sephiroth discovered the concept of "purposeless joy."

• Sephiroth discovered he can lie completely motionless on top of the neon platforms for concerning amounts of time. Keeps dropping down behind Zack like an eldritch entity. Zack just hears a thud behind him and turns to find a 6'7 glowstick with delusions of stealth unfolding himself from the floor like a possessed accordion.

• Starts hunting Cloud for sport like it's a survival horror game. Just walking. Menacingly. Through the fog. Cloud has stress-quit three times.

• Implements psychological warfare by reciting poetry back at Genesis in the dark. Genesis started it, but now he regrets everything because there is nothing more terrifying than being in the dark, armed with nothing but a plastic gun that shoots a red light and then hearing "When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end—" drift out of the shadows in Sephiroth's voice, followed by "—just like this game will end for you" before the red dot of his laser appears dead center on Genesis' chest.

• Angeal confiscates his laser gun when he catches Sephiroth using it to point at random children while whispering "perish" from a makeshift sniper nest in the upper rafters.

Anyway, he's banned now but his score is still on the leadership board. They cant beat it. They've tried.