Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170518014042

(Terrarian, what the fuck are you doing? If you wanted to follow this page, then go to the top-right of the thread. You didn't have to drop a comment and you certainly weren't asked to.)

I keep boosting along through the sky, occasionally skimming over a pond or performing air show stunts. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see a large assortment of tents. "Oh! A camp! I wonder who it belongs to! Well, there's only one way to find out!" I cut throttle, falling straight down with my nose at the horizon, then punch the throttle just above the camp. A Baphomet emerges from a large tent, accompanied by scores of Witches from the other tents. "Oh, it's a Sabbath camp. Okay." The Baphomet starts marching across the camp, swinging her arms and occasionally stopping and talking to someone. "Hmm. They seem prepared for my arrival. That's weird." Suddenly, a bright purple shot streaks from the ground into the sky, exploding in midair. "What the-they've got flak? Holy fuck!" About a dozen Witches get into a march, then simulataneously mount their broomsticks. "Oh. I know what happens next. They're going to regret this course of action. How about I take 'em out without firing a single shot? That oughta be fun!" The squadron of Witches take off and circle around, then break off. The flak keeps coming, and I climb for a bit. At the closest cloud, I stall the Rauser, spin the nose around the ground, and start falling directly to the ground. Without throttle, I rain down shots upon the enemy AA. The sound of explosions reach my ears. "Boom, bitch! Get out the way! Get out the way, bitch, get out the way!" A Witch flickers across my field of view, almost getting hit by a fast-moving rocket-propelled chunk of metal. I pitch straight up again and just pepper the throttle, so that the Rauser more or less hovers in the air. When the enemy squadron comes back around, I cut throttle, then level out and boost forward, shooting past tents. Checking my six, I discover that a few didn't pull up in time, thereby crashing into the ground. I slide the cockpit canopy back, opening it a little, then flip over upside-down. "You don't need to chase me!" I yelled down at the camp. "I've got a Sylph! Okay? Stormi, where are ya?" I flipped over again and looked around for the small green figure.

(Sorry about that outburst, Terrarian. You're still a newbie.)