Red Regent

"The Instrument of Doom"

You know although I don't watch Game of Thrones nor have I read the novels, I place the show in high regard for a lot of things. Chief among which is how they broadcast the show at the same time almost everywhere in the world at roughly the same time (give or take a 12 hour to 2 day gap, which is reasonable). I bring this up because I wanna watch several shows on Disney Channel (one of which just recently released its season 2 premiere), and sadly they're not doing the Game of Thrones approach of broadcasting it everywhere. Instead, the season premiere for South East Asia is still going to be at November, which is a LONG time to wait... Not that it stops me though. I have ways to circumvent it.

*Watches Myranuse launch themselves out of the situation* Duwag! (Not to be confused with Duwang) *shakes his fist in the air* *Notices he left most of his weapons on the ground* ...fine, we'll do it this way! *Prepares to use the Gauss weapon to chuck dynamite towards the Marshmallow Monster* Alright you glutenous fiend, let's see what kind of damage you can absorb from- *HarJIT's person is doing something to the monster* Excuse me, um... Hoy! Padaplin! Pusilon na'ko ni! *They get out of the way* OK, now prepare for- *Boaty McBoatface slams into the Marshmallow monster, and drags it across the immediate area. It nearly crushes Red Regent but he gets out of the way, but his plane's wing is partly snapped off* Hoy! Ghot-ship rip-off! Mubalik ka diri para mapusilan ka na'ko! *Tosses Myranuse's equipment to the ground, shoots a signal flare, and begins to pursue on foot*

Taking a Pitch test - and apparently I'm 100% definitely positively have absolute or perfect pitch. All honesty I don't even know how I do it.

Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heats Club-Band!

My hat! It's an Ushanka, but with a Diamond instead of a Soviet Star! Hats!

Bai! Bai! Katong marshmallow bai! Tan-awon nimo bai! Na-unsa man na?! *Points manically towards the mass-mallow (getit?!) as it expands more and more and begins to cover the win with its sugary mass* If you must insist in me speaking in English, I said: Dude! Lookit the marshmallow! Look at it dude! What is happening to it?! *Draws his boxy pistol and brandishes it towards the general direction of the marshmallow* I don't know what's going on with that thing. Pero kung mahimog hostile ining yawaa pusilon jud nako! Makahimo ko'g smores ing-ani!

Chinese food... mmm...

*notices dynamite right next to where he's digging* Dyos ko! I thought you wanted to dig a trench, not a fault-line! *jumps out of the trench, and flops to the ground, and notices something odd with the Marshmallow on the Win* Hey, hey... something weird is going on with the Marshmallow... *Marshmallow starts expanding and writhing* Uhh guys... guys?!

Actually you can have them. *offers them back* Also, if you need help digging the trench, alrighty, time to shovel. *brings out a spade he has from his backpack and starts digging* Also, hellmouths are literal gates to the dimension where all the demons are. Does neutralizing them make the portals go away if they've already opened them?

hOI! I'm Regent! *offers chocolate* Welcome to our little trench. Could you expound on that? Not familiar with that creature and the ones that like to stick around it

Granted. But everytime we try to use it afterward, all the text we type gets translated to tongue of the old ones, which drives like, 60% of us crazy, and the remaining 40% crazier. I wish for a hardbound copy of War and Peace, Pop-up edition!

"Oh, they're gonna have to glue you back together... IN HELL!" - Demoman (2009) Citation: Valve (2009) - Meet the demoman - Valve Corporation

Well, that's one delicious meltdown.. albeit a very radioactive meltdown. Also, you wander around the universe as an aimless drifter? Hah, I keep bumping into you people nowadays. *casually plays music with his phone* I hail from a world and dimension far from here, birthed by a catastrophic event that dates back before this current universe even existed, and whose ripples still ring out, I'm on leave (technically), so I can just roam around as I please. I'm part of the Maharlikan Guard, (think Commissars but less prone to friendly-fire, and more capable as administrators), and while that win is a good objective... something else has drawn me here... again... even if this is the first time I've ever set foot on this soil, but considering the mad-libs nature of this world, I won't be surprised that I'll remember it again sometime. Also, what can you tell me about that... being, sleeping on top of the win?

I would think that would be best idea. *Looks at win through binocs, observes that InfiniteRemnant's character is still sound asleep on top of the win* ...whoever that is sound asleep. Kind of reminds me of that time I didn't sleep for 3 days after the Siege of Red Mountain. Down to the fact that when I woke up I was using an artillery shell as a pillow. What can you tell me of yourself, dear rival?

D&D AOE spell! Rocks fall, everyone dies.

-Re: Access to the aircraft- I got it from the Author Gene- *two scissor-heads pop out right beside him, a dimentional rift opens, and a mysterious being that kinda(?) looks like him sticks his head through and mutters:* ???: Sssshh... *Mysterious person goes back through the portal, which immediately closes afterward* Well, I guess I can't reveal all my secrets, but suffice to say I got a few hundred connections everywhere. You do not want to see the Akira and Call of Cthulhu crossover dimension... Some nights, I can still feel the writhing masses... *ThousandYardStareFace.jpg*

Ohh speshul glasses! *heartily takes binocs and starts looking around with them* *fridge logic moment* Uhh... I was that guy in the jet... I parked it literally just behind you. I must have bumped up the stealth technology because that thing is usually loud enough to wake up an entire valley of people. I should know, I woke them up! Still, thanks for the glasses! *looks around some more* *hears story about the win* Well, I'm going to assume that the interwebz is the material in the win that gives it its power. I've seen it with my own two eyes, two wins were used in the creation of the Tungkung Langit Orbital Foundry from where I'm from. It was rumored that they had to be kept separate or else their combined... interwebz, as you'd call it, would create another rift in hypertime and create another crossover-dimension.

*Circles around, observes the general area of the Win-site, spots someone actually sleeping on top of it for... some reason. That, as well as the lack of someone with what he insists to call a siegkanone in the immediate area* Well I guess I can't or rather shouldn't engage with anything as heavy as I have on the plane. Oh well, might as well set her down. *Looks for a clearing large enough to set his plane down and lands safely* Well, I hate walking in general but at least it's only 200 meters away fro- *Falls down a ditch he failed to see, bumps his head and scrapes himself a bit, and finds himself next to Myranuse's person* Oh... hi... Want some chocolate? *retrieves chocolate bar from his coat and offers it to Myranuse's person* So... what are you doing down here, spying on the win? I want it, certainly, but I'm more interested in what anyone would want with the win.

*regains consciousness* I can't feel my lower regions... And that siegkanone must be stopped! But how? I can't use the Anti-Win sub-munitions unless I want to take everything else in the area out. Hmm... *banks right and resumes course towards the Win-site* *reads transcript that the taxi-driver was writing down the entire time* Well, I just made a more sophisticated copy of the same basic pilot mechanism that the Ju 87 Stuka had long ago. I thought the Dive-Siren was plenty detail to explain that I'm basically flying a Stuka-based aircraft.

However, this means

Siegkanone! Siegkanone! I ain't having that! *Pulls out of nose-dive, gets his plane's nose upward. and passes out from G-Forces as the plane flies itself for the next few minutes*

She was one of my classmates and friends during our college years. In fact, I think it's partly because of her thesis work that she ended up with the militant feminist perspective she has now.

What about more choppy? Seriously while I love me some dakka, and there's never going to be enough, what about the choppy?

Associated States - International.