I woke up this morning, and heard a tremendous rush of air. Dashing out of bed, I caught a thrilling glimpse of 9 Typhoons, swooping past. Their startletling detail glinting in the bright morning light. A diamond 9 of perfection, triangulated forms, geometrically gliding through mathmatical space, slicing atmospheric norms with a grace and dignity fit only of a regent, a true master-piece. Under their wings were a myriad of fearsome weapons and at their heart stood a simple gun, fast, but furious; able to better the closest of adversary.
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OhhhhErrrrrr Sh7***^%$.......It was a dream.......
Bu@@er,
Rota