#when the boat exploded in SOM

[obsessivebookgeek]

Something that I feel like is ignored by this fandom is the fact that Percy is canonically suicidal.

Like, off the top of my head, I can think of three times when he wished that he could drown/ thought about letting himself drown, and idk it feels really under acknowledged?

I have more thoughts but i don’t have words for them.

[heartxofxaxvillain]

can you do Mama for Bakugo?

Yup yup! Thanks so much for sending an ask, this was actually rly fun to write!!! Once again, it’s not the best, but I hope you do like it!! It’s inspired by the very last part of the song, where they sound like pirates singing a drinking song as their ship sinks!!

TW: Y*ND*RE TYPE STUFF, IMPLIED DE*TH

Bakugo Katsuki.

A famous pirate crew captain, known for his stories of intense journeys to far lands and his fearlessness for taking whatever he wanted, no matter the circumstances.

How you managed to become the love interest to such a powerful and closed off man so quickly is just as much of a mystery to you then anyone else in that crew of his, but here you were, sitting in the captains cabin of The Ground Zero.

You look around quietly, shuffling a bit, but too shaken to actually stand up and look around.

You were never really interested in sailing, let alone being a pirate, but when a handsome, strong and surprisingly wealthy pirate offers to steal you away from an arranged marriage to a man you u never met before, you know what you’re choice will be.

And if you would call me your sweetheart...

Though, now you weren’t so sure about your decision, as this Captain Bakugo was incredibly aggressive and seemingly pretty selfish.

You sighed quietly, turning to look out the small, circular window next to a desk that was scattered with unfinished maps and piles of coins surrounding it.

As the waves splashed by, you questioned wether or not this was the right place to be, if you made the right choice, but before you could even consider making a decision, a loud stomping closed in towards the door to the cabin.

You jumped as Bakugo swung open the door, and quickly slammed it shut with his foot. This was obviously one of those times to not ask what’s wrong, you didn’t have a death wish.

I'd maybe then sing you a song...

You do kind of wonder if he’d hurt you, though. It’s never happened before, but you feel like you’ve seen him get close, and that was just because you tried to ask what was bothering him a few times too many.

You didn’t want to take that risk.

Bakugo punched the door, the loud thud echoing a bit through the room.

“THESE DAM’ LILY-LIVERED BASTARDS AIN’T UNDERSTANDIN’! HOW THICK SKULLED DO YOU HAVE TO FUCKIN’ BE TEH—-“ as he turned to you, he froze.

You froze as well, waiting for some type of a yell or insult, but all the Captain did was take a deep breath and close his eyes while he massaged his temples.

He calmed down, and it took you by surprise, but what shocked you even more was how is face softened when he looked at you again.

“Y/N...my angel of the sea...I’m sorry for loosin m’ shit, darlin’” he held out his hand in front of you.

You looked up at him, your eyes nearly as wide as the gold plated saucers on the shelf next to the large bed you sat upon.

Bakugo stares at you for a second, then nodding down at his hand which makes you you jump a bit, then gently placing your hand in his.

But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun...

He smiles at you warmly, the most genuine you’ve ever seen and a shiver runs up your spine.

The captain lift your hand up towards his face, leaning a bit as he kisses your knuckles.

“Such a fine beauty...I’m s’ glad I stole ye from those nasty landlubbers. I’ve never laid m’ eyes upon anything so...extraordinary~” his words trailed to a whisper as he leaned closer to you.

You held your breath as you got goosebumps all over your body, who knew such soft praise from a man seen as so insanely aggressive could feel so...amazing.

Bakugo smirked as he leaned back a bit, keeping himself very close to you with both his hands resting on the bed next to your thighs.

“My darlin’ angel...I have such n’ amazin’ surprise for ye soon~” he lifted a hand to brush his thumb over your cheek.

“O-oh...? Where are we going...? Another island...?” You asked quietly.

Bakugo just smiled wide, and you got more chills, but these didn’t feel nearly as ‘good’ as the ones you got from his praise just a second ago.

“B...Bakug—“ his finger pressed against your mouth lightly, his jaw clenching a bit.

You would cry out your eyes all along...

“It’s katsuki. Call me katsuki, angel.” He said with a smirk.

“O-Of course...” You suddenly get a bad feeling in your gut, but you tried to brush it off as much as possible so it wouldn’t show. It was incredibly strange, how affectionate he was being right now.

The Captain did get like this every so often, but never for long, usually to get something he wanted to hear out of you, but this was different.

He’d been more understanding lately, but still as aggressive and mean as ever towards his crew, but they were very much used to it.

Perhaps Bakugo felt bad about the way he’d been treating you, scaring you and hurting your feelings, locking you in the cabin when he was angry the first few month or so you were on the ship.

“Get som’ rest, angel, yer surprise awaits in the mornin’~” he chucked and stood upright, slinging the coat that was in his hand over his shoulder.

We're damned after all...

“But...” you decided not to protest, and Bakugo didn’t seem to hear the beginning of it, so you gave a small, relieved sigh.

You lay down on his bed, turning toward the wall and away from the rest of the room as he walked to sit at his desk. You weren’t tired at all, being sat in the same room the whole day does that to you.

You then hear Bakugo begin to hum a tune, it sounds like it would be the melody to a strange curse, but somehow it so perfectly is making you drowsy. As you lay towards the wall, you fight to stay awake a little longer,

You don’t really like how quickly you were falling asleep now.

Then you woke up.

Through fortune and fame we fall...

It was dark, and the ship was swaying.

You jump up and look around in a panic, your balance practically nonexistent in the current predicament.

Usually, Bakugo would have lit a candle or would even be in bed next to you.

You then noticed the cracked door to the captains cabin, along with a dim, green hue escaping through it.

You slowly began to get out of the bed, quickly having to grab the nearest piece of furniture to not completely topple onto the floor and risking a face plant into a pile coins.

And if you can stay then I'll show you the way...

You slowly make your way through the dimly lit cabin, grabbing onto the wall as the boat swayed left and right.

Eventually, you reached the door, pushing it open slowly to peer out. You couldn’t see much though, so you pushed to open it more, stepping out while clinging to the wall.

What you saw made your blood run cold. Bakugo was standing at the wheel, swaying gently back and forth as his crew slowly walked around him, carrying out seemingly normal tasks but in such a dazed, swaying state.

It was as if the crew had become zombies, mindless and being controlled by something, or someone else.

To return from the ashes you call...

The water around the boat also had a strange, glowing haze, the green hue that shone through the door. It made you uneasy to look at it too long.

You tried to step out, but quickly fell down to the deck, so you decided to crawl towards the Captain.

As you got closer, you called to Bakugo, and he quickly turned to you as he straightened the wheel.

“Y/N! Yer awake! S’ About time!” He said with a smile, the same smile that gave you those awful chills.

“What the hell is going on B- Katsuki..!” You exclaimed.

Bakugo’s smile faded for a second, but came back quickly.

We all carry on...

“Oh, Y/N, m’ angel of th’ sea, my darlin’! Welcome to yer surprise.” He held his arms out to his sides, gesturing around him.

“I don’t understand, Katsuki...”

“n’ eternal dance, a cursed sea that ‘ll seal us t’gether past death itself, Y/N!”

You went silent and stared at him, his eyes piercing through your body.

Bakugo seems displeased by your lack of response, taking a step closer and lifting you off the ground by your arm.

When our brothers in arms are gone...

“We ‘ll be t’gether forever, past death n’ damnation, Angel! We r’ gonna be GODS, Y/N!” He took a Molotov off a nearby box, lighting it and quickly throwing it a small ways behind you. “We’re goin’ t’ burn n’ carry on, Y/N—“

The fire exploded over the deck, no talking line at all to begin to spread. It finally hits that you really did make a horrible choice to come with this man, you were never truly safe here.

So raise your glass high for tomorrow we die...

“N-No!” You gasped out loud, tears streaking your face as you quickly realized your mistake.

Bakugo’s face darkened, a sharp glare piercing through your very soul.

“It’s too late fer no, Y/N. Yer mine forever now.”

And return from the ashes you call.

[regressionanxiety]

From Russia With Love (1963)

Time for that second Bond movie y’all! Like last time it is basically me recapping the movie with my own comments thrown in so you know, spoilers (also one for the last season of Designated Survivor, because I’m like that). 

Ah after a brief look through the barrel of the gun we enter the classic Bond cold open for the first time! Bond is playing cat and mouse with a broad shouldered blond in a fancy garden with statues and hedges and shit. The blond man pulls a wire out of his watch and strangles Bond, oh no! Flood lights turn on and we see many men wearing the exact same outfit (black on black, turtlenecks). The man is congratulated on his perfect time (1 min 52 sec). Then we take a look at Bond on the ground, wait, it isn’t Bond? It’s a mask! It is another man, still dead though.

INTROTIME! This time it is the credits projected onto a dancing woman's body (007 of course gets the breasts). The great thing about this franchise is that it will never let you forget just how misogynistic it is. 

This time we start in Venice. We know this because there are canalboats and a big sign that says that we’re at “Venice international grandmasters championship” A chess tournament then, and on the board of the next match is a reminder that we are a long time ago and that czechoslovakia is still a thing (also the indoor smoking), just like on one of the maps we had when I was a kid in school because they couldn’t afford to replace it. Anywhoo, Venice, chess.

Scene change, we’re now in a floating lair (a boat or maybe I should say ship, big yacht?), there’s a small aquarium with fish that eat each other, a white cat being petted by hands attached to a man whose face is not yet revealed who is issuing commands to a russian woman. He/they are SPECTRE of course, our old enemy. She is “number three”, he has a hideous ring with the SPECTRE octopus symbol. Number 5 joins them, he is the Czechoslovakian chess player (Kronsteen???) (who won), together they discuss their evil plan. They are stealing some decoding machine from the Russian in order to do so they need a female from the Russian cryptography section in Turkey and British intelligence, they will of course not know that they are being used. Bonus: They may get revenge for the murder of Dr. No. Number 5 has made it obvious that it is a trap because British intelligence won’t be able to resist it. 

Now we’re back at the estate of the opening scene, where fake Bond was killed. Blond Man is tanning on a blanket, a blonde woman is joining him as a helicopter carrying Number 3 arrives. 

Ah, those lazy bottle bleached days...Nr. 3 is looking for a Grant, ostensibly the Mr. Blond. They walk through the tranining facilites and the guy who met Nr. 3 brags about them using live targets on occasion, because training is well and good, but cannot replace experience. She finds him acceptable. I like Nr. 3, she’s a little subvertive (but of course she is evil *eyeroll*). 

Ah, here appears a Russian woman, presumably the aforementioned “female” Tatiana Romanova (wow, such russian). Nr. 3 has reading glasses thicker than coke bottle bottoms.

Those subtitles say “I will obey your orders” and so she will, otherwise she’d be dead. Nr. 3 is not to be trifeld with. Romanova has been hand picked to be a seductress, to Bond presumably. Who we meet in the next scene, he’s in a boat with a woman, Syliva, who caresses a scar on his back and asks if it is from another woman who was jealous, “yes, but I haven’t turned my back on one since” he replies. We met Sylvia in Dr. No, he had to leave for Jamaica then. Their little outing is interrupted by beeping that means Bond must phone the office, which of course needs him, and so Sylvia doesn’t get quite as much attenton as she wanted, but he makes time for some “lunch”.

Back at M’s office they realize it’s a trap (Nr. 5 was clearly  correct in is analysis of British intelligence), but Bond is intrigued once he sees the picture of the stunning Romanova, of course. 

Enter Q, Bond gets toys this time around! Not just a new gun like last time, now he gets a suitcase with twenty hidden rounds of ammunition, a secret throwing knife, and AR7 folding snipers rifle, .25 caliber with infrared telescopic sight, some hidden 50 gold sovereigns in the handle, a tin of talcum powder that is teargas that will explode if you open the suitcase in the normal way, instead Bond must first turn the catches horizontally, then open normally. Bond thinks this is ridiculous.

Then he says goodbye to Miss Moneypenny with the traditional flirtation that goes nowhere and gets his plane ticket to Istanbul, gives Miss Moneypenny the picture of Romanova and writes “from Russia with love” on it. Oh Bond...

 He lands in Istanbul and someone is following him already, because of course they are, two mustached men as well as the SPECTRE hired Grant. The mustaches are hunagrians hired by the russians according to the driver, “they follow us, we follow them, it’s a sort of understanding we have.”

The driver takes him to Kerim Bey, who says the driver is is son, so are all his top employees because blood is the only thing to be trusted. I think he is in for a rude awakening at some point. Kerim warns him that it is a foolish endeavor and that he should spend a few days enjoying Istanbul and then go home. 

We see Grant again, with someone gagged and bound in the back seat. Bond goes to his hotel, and it’s no dump, he’s in room 32, and it comes wired with bugs, luxurious! Bond asks for a new room because “the bed is to small”, they agree to show him the bridal suite

Meanwhile Grant dumps the car and the body of the man in the back outside the Russian consulate (I think), so that they will suspect the British, and as Nr. 3 says “the cold war in Istanbul won’t be cold very much longer”

The next morning Ali Kerim Bey’s office is bombed as he’s about to have sex with a woman who moaned his name until he put his papers down and gave her attention. She’s a spy for sure, because he’s not that interesting. Bond shows up later and he and Kerim Bey go down under the building, where there is some underground cave/channel and a boat (and rats). 

Kerim Bey has a fuckin telescope under the Russian consulate! He runs through who is who, including the beautiful Romanova. They decide it is best Bond doesn’t go back to his hotel. Now they trick their tail and go visit Kerim Bey’s “Gypises” who he uses “Like the Russians use the Bulgars” this is going to be some racist stereotypical nonsense isn’t it?

Some Russians (one of them they saw in the telescope and is probably the guy who made the mine that blew up Kerim Bey’s office) are up to something, seeing Bond & Kerim Bey’s arrival.

Ah yes, two girls are in love with same man and are threatening to kill each other, it will be settled in the “gypsy way” whatever that is. Kerim Bey and Bond are invited to a table with them “I hope you are good at eating with your fingers,” he tells Bond. Ah, of course, belly dancing, a lil throwback to the intro credits that.

While Bond is being entertained, the Russians are creeping in. Mr. Grant of SPECTRE is also lurking about. The two women who are in love with the same man fights each other, just as one has a bottle over the other’s head the Russians crash the party. Fighting ensues, Bond saunters through with ease, or the secret aid of one SPECTRE agent who needs him alive long enough to aid with the decipher acquisition. Remember Bond has yet to meet Romanova, he’s only been here one night! 

Bond has saved their leaders life, and is now “his son”, and asks if they can’t stop the “girl fight” - Oh Bond, they don’t need you you ass. The man says he can decide. 

They are delivered to his tent and he is told to decide, it fades out to him saying “this might take som time” followed by a Connery smirk (he’s a very pouty man isn’t he? Also he’s in his thirties here...)

Bond and Kerim Bey go to take out the Russian who attacked the, since Kerim Bey has been shot, Bond has brought his little folding rifle. Kerim Bey insists on shooting even though he only has one arm. Bond lets him. There is a secret hatch in the wall, opening in the mouth of a woman who is postered there, ample opportunity for some jokes about her pretty mouth that...

Bond is back at his hotel now, doing the most human thing I’ve seen him do, kick of his shoes. Then he orders breakfast for one at nine, green figs, yogurt and coffee, very black. He slowly undresses and makes his way towards the bathroom, he sniffs something strange in the air. THen he hears thumps. He grabs his gun and goes to check it out, wearing nothing but a towel.

Enter Romanova. Naked, in bed. They greet, he tells her she is beautiful, she tells him she think her (very small) mouth is too big, he thinks it is just the right size and they kiss, or rather he kinda rubs his mouth against her. Really, I never enjoy kissing on screen, but Connery is terrible at it. He asks her for blueprints of the consulate, she promises it, but they will fuck first. She’s got one job, lay back and think of Russia. Nr. 3 & Grant are outside filming. It’s a porn now, I’m sure you can track down a recreation of this as an actual porn somewhere, rule 34 and all that. 

I hope his dick is better than his kisses Ms. Romanova. The next day Romanova and Bond meet at St. Sophia, the Russian’s Ukrainan is following. Tourists are getting a very monotonous tour. Grant takes care of the Ukraininan as she’s about to steal the information left for Bond. 

Bond & Kerim Bey have a chat about how mysterious it was with the Ukraininan, and Bond also says that Romanova will do anything for him, Kerim Bey does not believe that, he’s sure she’s a double agent. Bond says he only wants the dechiffrerer anyway, Kerim Bey asks “is that all?” and they have a chuckle. 

Bond & Romanova meet on a boat, he has a camera that is really a tape recorder and he asks her questions about the decoding machine. She asks if he will make love to her in Englan, he says yes and we see M and the rest of the office listening to the tape. M ends up throwing Miss Moneypenny out of the room, she looks like she’s about to start laughing. She of course can listen in via the intercom at her desk, M. knows this and asks her to send Bond a “cable”. M. gives Bond the go-ahead for the deal over the decoder. Bond tells Romanova it will be on the fourteenth, not the thirteenth, even though it will be.  

Bond walks into the russian consulate, a convenient bomb, set off by Kerim Bey in the tunnels below, causes chaos and he seeks out Romanova and the device. They escape down into the tunnels, but oh no, the rats!

They must go another way than inteded, Kerim Bey leads the way! They escape the Russians aboard a train, but Gran is of course there, they are playing straight into his hands, oh no! Will Bond get out of this pickle? The question should really be will Kerim Bey and Romanova get out of it.

One of the russians got onto the train after all, Benz, and they seek him out, stuff a handkerchief in his mouth and Kerim Bey sits down with him, to keep him company until it is time to get off. Well, that is until Kerim Bey is murdered. Grant of course, but they seem to think the Russian and Kerim Bey did each other in. Bond takes Kerim’s yellow cigarette holder or whatever, and looks sad. He has lost a friend.

 The train trundles past Kerim’s son who is supposed to pick them up along the tracks and he is confuse. Bond takes out his upset on Romaonova, demanding the truth from her. 

At six thirty-three the train arrives in Beograd. Where another of Kerim’s sons await, getting terrible news. Grant is doing his usual lurking about. Bond gives the son Kerim’s items and jumps back onboard. Next stop: Zagreb, where Bond asked someone to meet him, but Grant takes the mans place. They re-board. Bond sends Grant (maquerading as Captain Nash) and Romanova ahead of him to the restaurant wagon. Then proceeds to sneak into Nash’s suitcase. 

During the meal Grant spills Romanova’s drink, refills with a little something extra. Pretty sure Bond sees it, but lets it pass. Romanova feels unwell on the way back. They put her to bed, then Bond puts a gun to Grant, who smooth talks his way out of it, shows Bond a map and stuns him with the handle of his gun (a lot of that going round in this movie). They’re in the same space as the suitcase with the tear gas, and I’m sure Bond is going to get out of this pickle by tricking him to opening it so that the tear gas booms him. 

Now for the villain tells too much talk! yay! I love these, they’re so ridiculous (spoiler for Designated survivor, in season three when Maggie Q’s character is just killed with a comment about how in real life that’s not how it goes, I was howling, and crying as she was the only reason I bothered watching still, very okay with it being cancelled). Bond is being a classist prick as usual and says he should have known since Grant ordered red wine with fish (PS. I’ve drank an entire bottle of cheap red as I watched this, hence the deterioration in uh, quote accuracy and “proper” language). Bond is all “you SMERSH people” smh, but then realizes that, no of course, SPECTRE! Ah, acronym soup.

I still can’t believe this guy is in his thirties here. Anywhoo. Grant says “I don’t mind talking, I get a kick out of watching Mr. Bond finding out what a bloody fool he’s been making of himself. We’re pro’s Mr. Bond.” 1. If you were pro’s you would have shot Bond already 2. I’m sure he’ll use that damn suitcase against you! Grant admits that Romanova doesn’t know she’s working for SPECTRE, that she believes she is doing this for SMERSH. Grant also calls Bond “old man” and who is older? I cannot tell. 

Here we go, Bond tricking him to opening the suitcase by promising him the 50 sovereigns. Fighting time! Here comes Grant’s watch wire, but Bond isn’t so easily offed when he’s real aaaand he off’s Grant with the very same wire. Beautiful. Bond then takes his cash and calls Grant’s body “old man”. I’m ded. 

The train starts hooting, there’s a truck on the tracks. Bond grabs the half conscious Romanova and drags her off the train with him. She falls asleep under a bush. He sneaks around some more, looking to get Grant’s men. He knocks one out, ties him up, throws him in the truck. Then he throws Romanova on a literal (truck) bed of flowers before getting in the truck himself. They’re driving off in the night, then the day. A yellow tailed helicopter, suspiciously like the noe nr. 3 arrived in when she picked up Grant comes at them. Bond runds around and let the helicopter chase him. This is terrible. Alright scenery though.

Bond hides in a convenient rock formation and brings out his rifle again. Guy in helicopter is about to throw down a hand grenade, but Bond and his .25 rifle shots him in the arm so he drops the grenade INSIDE THE HELICOPTER

Once again Bond survives through luck. Now they’ve arrived at a boat (still following Grant’s escape route I guess) and the driver is out of luck, once they’ve reached full speed Bond pushes him overboard. They’re headed for Venice (from Croatia if I’m not mistaken). 

Cut to the floating lair of guy with white cat, where nr. 3 and 5 are meeting with him, and she, of course, gets blamed for the failure, despite having  followed the plan. She says Bond was the reason, but five won’t hear it. That poor cat isn’t being petted right. She thinks she’ll be killed now, but instead guy with cat (number one) gives five a kick with a poisoned blade that came out of his boot. Three is now very keen on getting Bond so she will live. 

 Now Bond is in a boat chase, the chasers shoot out all the fuel barrels. So Bond lets them all plop into the ocean, then makes them go boom with a signal gun. I’m not sure that’s how that works, but okay. They loose their chasers. 

Now we’ve come full circle, back where we started. Venice. Hotel room. Maid shows up, pretty sure it’s number three here to steal something. A time for Romanova to figure out her loyalties. She picks Bond. I must admit I’m a bit sad, three was a good character to root for, but only if she ran her own evil empire.

“James, behave yourself, we are being filmed.”

“Oh, not again.”

THE END. 

except not quote because James Bond will retur in GOLDFINGER. See ya soon Mr. Bond. 

[mechagalaxy]

Interview with Charles Newburn

ANN-Joining us in ANN Studios is none other than the Feeder of Raven's himself, Charles Newburn #682288. So, how is life at the top of the Bunnies treating you?

Charles-Better then a bunny on Easter!

ANN-I have to ask the question that most people have been wondering. I mean you are level 277 or so right? How do your Red Ants even walk under that MANY guns? With one gun every six levels, they are basically just armories with feet.

Charles-Yea, 47 Blue Dragons on an ant is a lot of tons, but the ant can lift over 40 times it's one weight.

ANN-I admit watching them bench press an Apatotron can be daunting the first time you see it, but they really can ruin any picnic they want at this point.

In all seriousness, you are one of the pilots pushing the boundaries of what these thinking machines can do, and can become.

Which of the machines are still developing well at your level, and which do you think really peak far earlier than they should/

Charles-For me, the Reaper is still developing. I hear the Pike is better yet. The Apatotron was kind of a big letdown,. Should have been a level 200+ developer.

ANN-The king of the Dino mecha stops developing early. That is kind of unexpected. You would figure a mecha that was designed to be the final word in heavy fire power would be developing for top level commanders.

Reaper and PIke are late developments of purely human design, perhaps work by human scientists can unlock the potential of the Apatotrons development the way some other designs have recently been modernized.

Charles-Yes, maybe better research in the days to come.

ANN-In the tonnages below the big boys, what mecha stand out in the lights and mediums as far as their late developments? For instance, how far does the secretive Novum develop?

Charles-Novums, my pride and joy. They stop way too early around 117 I believe, 25% fork if I remember. Love them little guys, great workhorses.

ANN-Given the power of that amazing design, incorporating so many cutting edge technologies, I cannot believe that somewhere Tory is not working on a more complete plan for upgrading them. They have been even more her brainchild then the fire mecha that were her primary focus.

In the upper reaches, is there still a competition among pilots above two hundred, are their groups that are close enough in power that in Clan War or King of the Mountain who will be victorious is still in question?

Charles-There's always a SPIRIT of competition in any KotM event. But for the most part, you know who will win. unless they give it to a clan mate. The only real surprises come from faction wars. Now there, chaos can give birth too astonishment.

ANN-There is no argument, the Faction War shakes things up as the ability to chose your opponent is restricted, and you are both able and forced to test yourself against a broader range of targets.

Would you say that if Faction War increases competition, that Squad Wars reduced it further?

Charles-I had hopes for squad wars. But , yes. In the upper levels, it feels like leading lambs too the slaughter.

ANN-One of the issues that players face as they pass through the hundreds and head to the upper reaches is the small amount of experience required to level up, and the large amount of resources that it costs to do the same.

Those of us in the mid to upper hundreds notice the pinch, does it get saner at upper levels? Can you actually play without gaining a level every time you pull the trigger?

Charles-It used to be I would see 700K experience, or more to level up. Now it's 60K to 70K. So it's the same up here as well. I've heard rumors in some ports that the more pilots that reach the higher levels, the lower the experience needed for the rest of the pilots. Not saying it's true, but.....

ANN-Given the XP you get every time you punch out a high tonnage lineup, like everyone boats at that level, that is kind of frightening

What would you like to see in Clan War to make the experience more interesting at your level. Is there something the developers could throw in the mix that would put a bit more unknown into the final results?

Charles-More specialist slots would mix it up a little, make it less mundane. maybe even expand on the mandatory specialist rules a bit. Something to give us some real competition, instead of the same old, same old.

ANN-Change the specialties offered, so its not the same people in the same lineups, with the same results as always. I like it.

What is your favourite part of Clan War itself. The preparation and scouting, the battles, the conversation during them, the raid, and looting (mustn't forget to loot)?

Charles-If I'm in a specialty formation, seeing who can beat me, and vice versa. But it has to be the raid, and looting. As we get drummed into our heads on the eve of every raid, Loot, THEN burn!

ANN-It is all about the order of operations. At least the famous Don and the exploding mecha bay was a good learning experience, but we still have Aspis in low orbit over one pole.

We had a period of drought for the last several wars, where generally the interviewees were questioning whether the raid was worth the effort. What say you about the last raid, was it enough loot to get you fired up for the next war?

Charles-I've had better for sure, but you always hope that the next one is better. but some say that is the definition of insanity.

ANN-True, but a little insanity is a good thing in certain lines of work, this being one of them. Well, I have to say as hard as it is to pin you down long enough for an interview, you always make it worth it. here is to your luck in the war to come, and the raid beyond.

Luck in battle my friend.

Charles-Dei galne har mange morosame stunder som den vettige ikkje har. Sorry, The maniacs have many funny hours that the sane guy does not have. Old earth saying. Thank you for the talk. And may you celebrate many victory's in your future.

ANN-A quote from the Sayings of Walker

38. Away from his defensive lineup | in his attack run A man should fare not far; For never he knows | when the need to defend His base shall be.

John T Mainer 28840 Interview with Charles Newburn #682288