Almost gone.

I'm about an hour and a half away from heading to the airport to leave on the trip. Yep. The vacation has begun I suppose, further updates will of course be sketchy at best since I'll be travelling.

My brother did cook for me at Macaroni Grill. Food porn for Ana coming up real soon now. Tasty. Mighty frakkin' tasty it was. Delicious comes to mind.

What follows is RPG geekness. If you don't care, you're done with this post.

And for the other geeks out there. d20 Weird Wars II one off game was done. I of course played a scout who was looking towards becoming a sniper (one shot one kill. This tends towards my template when I make characters, and a sniper lets me live in happy land!). We didn't get too far into it, but a lovely firefight did break out after our glider crashlanded off target in a field overlooked by a farmhouse. Of course an MG.42 would be deployed there, and of course they'd be able to radio for artillery support, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

The glider of course was hit on the way down by some 88 flak, but later is when the bad starts. We crash of course and my character is knocked around a bit but stays in his harness and his seat (due to some praying he started doing when the first flak started I'm sure!). When the world stops spinning the first thing he does is start piling out the door behind some of the other surviving grunts, just as the aforementioned machine-gun opens up on us. Craig is pinned inside while trying to drag a fellow unconcious G.I. out the glider, the co-pilots pinned in the cockpit, the pilots unconcious or worse, and our Lieutenant's an idiot. I make it out the far side of the glider as it erupts in splinters from the machine gun. Clandestine mission my arse, it's FUBAR, let's f&$# shit up.

T.B.C.