You know what I did last Sunday*.
T/L NOTE: As in, Sunday a week ago.
TIMELINE – 24th MAY 2009
1710 HOURS – Aoshi’s armoured APC arrived at Checkpoint Bahagia to fetch me. Minor gunfire erupted along the way, but no one was injured and the APC remains unscathed. A few kills were recorded. Before this, I was at Amcorp Mall looking around the Sunday flea market. Bought me an OPERATOR knife for RM35.
1730 HOURS – Arrived at Checkpoint GOD. Named as such because… it was heaven. I went into GOD’s room. While it’s totally pimpin’, GOD needs to clean up his figyas more vigorously (dust on good figyas = DO NOT WANT). We resupplied and waited for reinforcements to rendezvous and link up with us at the checkpoint.
1830 HOURS – Reinforcements has arrived. I was assigned to a different APC while Aoshi took a ride on God’s gold-coated IFV. It’s painted red so it’s three times faster and assigned as lead vehicle. Travel to Cyberjaya was long and bumpy (Potholes? Here? I thought KK was worst!), but fairly peaceful. No harassment by local insurgents, roadside bombs, or random RPG fire.
1920 HOURS – Arrived at MMU Green Zone. Place is HUEG! Way better than the Soviet-era narrow converted office block I call my unversity. A number of places in the campus are picture perfect for an eroge. I should submit this idea to Emina…
1955 HOURS – Defensive firing position was established in front of teh pizza. Laptop set up and gun porn loaded into playlist.
2020 HOURS – Gentlemen, behold, CORN PIZZA!
2100 HOURS – Steno and his platoon arrives in a bombed up convoy with casualties in tow. A Blackhawk was dispatched for medivac as well as bringing additional supplies to replenish Steno’s platoon. There was vidya gaem (Guitar Hero and Street Fighter) in the room opposite of the venue. Didn’t really play. I was just sitting around conducting clandestine recon and observation. This is typical of my nature as a space shuttle door gunner.
2230 HOURS – Mission accomplished. Convoy departed from the compound. On the way, convoy sustained heavy fire by insurgent ambush. The APC’s Mk. 19 jammed after the 34th round. Cobra and AC-130 support helped suppress insurgent fire. It was 600 seconds of mad minute. APC suffered dozens of minor dents, one punctured tyre, a broken headlight, and of course, a jammed Mk. 19. GOD’s IFV was too fast for the insurgents to shoot at *Char’s theme music playing in the background*.
2235 HOURS – “Goddamn Baptista! How the fuck would he like it if I joined the Brazilian Marines and only spoke English?”
2320 HOURS – Forward base reached.
Pizza was good man. Everything was gobbled up pretty quickly in less than half an hour. I downed 7 pizzas and 8 sausages. If anyone failed to notice me, I was the guy with shades wearing all-black together with the shoulder-holstered twin pouch OPERATOR vest and various tacticool cordura pouches around my belt. Not to forget that I’m the one who established the DFP in front of the pizzas while watching all the gun porn on my laptop. Needless to say, too bad you guys didn’t request me for goods.
Don’t complain about the shitty photographs and poor photography skills:
1. I’m no photographer. I’m just some douche who enjoys snapping pictures.
2. I’m using a circa 2004 Sony DSC-T1 that fucks off image clarity for even the slightest micro-nudge.
3. My arms fell asleep even though I was fapping hands-free to gun porn.
4. There was nothing much of interest to photograph. There are no wild rave parties, chicks flashing their tits or random people puking on the floor. This is not AMERICA.
wow~~~ u went to enima pizza party?? how was it?
Razrig: Fulfilling. I wish it was moar like an eroge.
send me some dominos gawddammit!
loli haet pizza :V