Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26337886-20161227113103/@comment-30700719-20170206022047

"About six years ago, long before I came to this world, I was part of a secret division that was created in the beginnings of a Great War. The division consisted of scientists, engineers, and pilots. The objective was to create a superior craft that could defeat the enemy battleships. Thus, the 'Luftrauser' was created." I take a swig of cider and keep talking. "I was a pilot in the LUFTRAUSERS division. Most launching vessels have at least twelve pilots, a scientist, a general/tactician, and a helmsman. The crew of the Trieste is long gone now; only I actually stayed with the submarine. I presume that when the Trieste was transported to this world, the crew got put somewhere else. Probably either captured by mamono, killed, or wandering the wild. Good thing I followed in a Rauser. I could have been stranded in enemy territory. That is the story of how I came to own not only individual Rausers, but also the Trieste."

"Also, that audiomancy is pretty cool. You're a musical inventor! Well, I'm finished dinner. I'm going back to the motel, then in the morning I'll head back to the Trieste. Goodnight, everyone."