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[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"I do have a course in mind, but it is not very restrictive. I shall give each of you an envelope, describing where another is, which shall describe where the next one is, and so on until you reach a stop point, where the race shall end, while the competitors rest up. The location of the envelopes are on landmarks, which are visible from anywhere upon a plane. The envelopes describe the location and plane of said landmarks, and perhaps a few recommended routes."

[Archangel]

((The thoughts are telepathic communication to Strife))
Uh, Strife... Oh yeah! I have a radio!
"Strife, we've found the dragon. It looks like it was a standard European style one. I speak of it in the past tense because it is in three pieces, the largest of which is missing. The two bit that are left are the head and front leg and the tail and back legs. I think something ate the rest. I'm on my way back right now since there is no way this tank can fight something that big."

[Armok]

"once again, do you realize I can just scan the contents of the letters from here?"

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"Ever heard of the phrase: "Celestial kneebreakers"?"

[Armok]

"Ever heard of the phrase: "Celestial kneebreakers"?"

"only works on Greater gods and down."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"...You really have no idea just what I am talking about, do you?"

[Armok]

((IC I do, OOC I dont, I figured that line would work no matter what it was. Restore from last save.))

[Vlynndar]

In the distance a, biplane is heard. As the sound draws closer, machinegun fire is heard. After a few seconds, it stops. As does the sound of the plane.

CRASH

A terrible screeching and grinding, first over wood, then over grass and dirt and through cobblestones.

BANG,
as it crashes into the keep's doors.

[Myroc]

((Ehm, the current plane of existance is (apart from the fortress) as far as i know completely devoid of life. No trees or grass or anything.))

[Strife26]

((Well, there's tree's and some grass inside the walls . . . Shouldn't of taken an airplane so close."

"Fuck!"

Strife runs to the crash site, rifle out.

[Vlynndar]

Still sitting in the wrecked cockpit of the plane, Vlynndar holds up his hands. He's dressed in sensible pilot attire, including the obligatory leather helmet and goggles and a scarf. Even if it isn't as intact as it once was.

"Between a rock and a hard place.

But ZOMBIES. Dead ones. I suppose those guns took care of that. And the tail of a dragon? It didn't look shot, but I'm sure that not where I want to land near.

Of course, flying TOWARDS the castle covered in guns might not have been the best idea. You at the trigger? Nice aim, and thanks for not putting a bullet within a foot of me

...And um. Sorry 'bout rule 2.

A think I need, I drink."

He passes out

[Gunner-Chan]

Sofia, apparently hiding near the entrance. Peeks from behind a wall at the crash site.

"Whoa."

[WorkerDrone]

"WorkerDrone opens the hatch of the tank, coughing as the heat built up inside. "Fuck!"

He topples out of the tank, grunting as he hits his shoulder on one of the armoured plates, then again with a sinister crash as his entire left side hits the ground. He groans, standing up, dusting off and looking up at the crash site. "Emperor above! The lawn!" WorkerDrone grabs his head with both hands, than throwing them up and shouting at the general direction of the crash site.

"THIS IS THE REASON WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS!"

[Gunner-Chan]

Sofia sniffs the air, suddenly seeming concerned.

"Is that... Fuel? Oh shit."

She shouts to workerdrone.

"HEY! GET OUT OF THERE! I THINK IT'S LEAKING FUEL! RUN! RUUUN!"

[WorkerDrone]

"What was that?" WorkerDrone looked at the tank, his hands falling down to his sides, than one going up to adjust his tie, straighten his hat, and dust off his coat. WorkerDrone turns around, sighs, and flourishes his Iho stick. "Fuck."


"..."