Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170517002956

I sigh. "What a waste of life." And with that, I pull the trigger. Ordinarily, a .50 cal bullet to the back of the head would made aforementioned head explode. Due to the suit's structural integrity, it just gets a large dent, which is enough to instantly shatter the cranium. I step back, then move to the helm.  I reach the helm and sit down. "ICARUS, play the Rest in Peace track."  I stare out the bullet-proof windows at the ocean. "All hail the king." The camera starts to pan out, moving backwards through the windows, then rising into the air, still focused on the Trieste. The camera recedes into the clouds, and a cacophony of explosions fill the air, followed by a single noise of the nuclear reactor exploding.

Five weeks later, I'm up in the air, flying across the countryside. There's a lot of countryside. Rather, there's a lack of cities. I yaw to the left and pitch down, zipping through a thickly wooded forest. I fly along a gravel road, trees zipping past. I can't see them, but I know that Dryads are popping their heads up, wondering where did that EF5-rated (Enhanced Fujita Scale) gale came from. "Hell yeah! This is fun! Of course, it's also quite easy!" I pitch straight up, then stall for a second, showing off the silhouette of my Rauser to the sky, before pitching up and swinging the nose around, boosting away. "The Original is still a pretty awesome Rauser, no matter if it IS the first one you get."