Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Mother Charity is quiet for a while, digesting the words. Eventually she says, "My child. I've had enough reasons, carried enough anger and desperation, done enough killing to know: it doesn't matter how good you think your reason is. The stain on your soul is the same. Your victims are just as dead and their families are just as devastated whether your deed could be called 'righteous' or not." Her wrinkled old face takes on a sad expression. "That you didn't want to? That doesn't matter in the end."
"Kids come with me pls. We have something for you guys!" Kaja says as she takes the kids out of the room.
"We understand that fully....more than you'll ever know. Asger may be a King but we are a version of a Parliamentary Monarchy where sure the Monarch has more power, the Parliament still had more power overall. Asger isnt the 1 who pushes for wars. But no matter what he does...war still comes knocking at the door. And that's the sad reality of world politics." Stakar says while looking away remembering what happened.
I mean, maybe. I am making a primitive form of thermobaric by doing this, so....
Oh yeah, I am thinking of pulling a Lebel by necking down a 4 bore cartridge (~26mm, or slightly over an inch) to something like a 13.7mm, and then put it into a helical stack pan magazine, and after doing some quick math I guesstimate there can be roughly 50 rounds per pan. Now, This would have similar if not greater velocities than the 13.2mm TuF, and also have a slightly more impact energy and in AA pans more incendiary/explosive compound.
Only a few hours later in yet another island facility
A man walks out in a dark naval uniform, he wears the newest design of gas mask, his suit is thick however easily moveable, he wears a hard helmet, merely black strapped to his chin, and over his heart, the Golden Intor Sun. He hulls a metallic machine on his back, wielding its extension in his hands. He waits for no command and blazes the wooden dummy in seconds.
“Now this is real fun.”
OOC: Flamethrowers baby!
I have a question:
When you hit a certain number of population you can choose who your leader's name
my question is : after you have chosen a name or who he is, can you still change that name afther you have chosen one ?
Me, who gives a flame thrower to every officer in my Steel Strider units, and assuming a platoon has 4 squads, with each squad having a squad officer (Junior Officer), and the command squad having a platoon commander and a quartermaster (CO and NCO), means Steel Strider platoon has 5 flamethrowers
Oi, a nerd would be talking D&D, I just like guns and therefore and simply a Republican.