If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want—good or bad—BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you're finished, post this on your LJ to see what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you. And if you are as bored as I am. Or not.
I’m surprised you remember, considering you started the Gauntlet Drinking Game right off the bat. I mean, you couldn’t remember your own name by hour 7.
It didn’t help any when I looked at her, flipped both pans in the air, have them land on opposite burners, catch every single pierogie, and say to her "Bitch, please."
Man, I remember that one time? You totally weren't idling. It was amazing. You delivered a three-hour monologue on the evils of putting cinnamon on rice pudding. Stirring stuff.
It was only because CB flanked you from the northern ridge. While you were trying to fend of that Wraith/Goliath combo, I just snuck in and laid waste to your base.
Ah, but you forgot the most important lesson, my student. "Make sure you opponent is so afraid of you that he will not retaliate. Or kill him to insure this."
This is why you shall never be the master. Our paths will cross again, young kira-inu.
When we played rock-paper scissors with the Great Monkey God in order to convince SEGA to keep supporting Dreamcast. Ah, we failed miserably then. At least we got free bananas.
It was the last days of the campaign in Europe. The Jerries were losing, and most of them knew it even if we didn't. You and the 37th Leaping Goats had airlifted our company to more trouble than most of us could remember.. more than most of us had survived. Then again, your air support had saved us enough times and we were always thankful for that. There'd be no air support, this time. A nighttime air-drop was all we'd get, with only the dull magma glow of Island X's active volcano to tell us where we sure as Hell shouldn't be aiming for. It didn't matter. Your boys could've dropped us on a black nickel in a dark room.
If we'd known then what we would find, we might've aimed for the magma...
Pfft, a black nickle. It's more like a dark blue quarter.
Anyway... Fuck the magma. Had I known what you guys were dropping into and what was going to happen afterwards, I would've never even accepted the damned mission.
We were led to believe that air support was going to be delivered after we got back and refueled. But then General Ramtoff flip-flopped and said no. He said that "We need those boys to buy the 23rd Special Heavy Infantry Unit enough time to get their side of the job done. And the only way to pay a debt to time is with life, even if it is C-Kompany's."
And then he shut down the airfield after that to "Quell any possible thoughts of heroism by our pilots and their crews." THAT'S the reason why no one got any air support. Not no "They're needed for other missions" or "We misjudged their air defense. It's still vastly superior around the island" or any of the other bull they feed you guys. And we couldn't do shit about it ourselves but sit in the hangers, hear the reports, and get ever more pissed off at the Ramtoff.
That bastard should've been court marshaled and hung for that. But the only hanging he got was a bunch of medals on his chest.
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