"I like making it with green chicks... oooh yeaahhh..."
-Captain James T. Kirk.
And while on the subject of Kirk, I shall attempt to do my best impersonation of him doing his Wrath of Khan bit with a slight improvisisation fitting to this DAR:
KOOIILLL!!!! (heard in valley)
KOIILLLL!!!!! (heard across continent)
KOILLLLL!!!! (heard in outerspace... and yes, I know, you can't hear anything in space, because it is a vacuum, but the pure energy of this Kirkian-esque scream is capable of transcending time, space and laws of physics....
No more than 10 seconds into the turn, a second Grille opens up on the light building, and guess what happens???
Yep.
LMAO!!!
Ever have that feeling that the cosmos is setting you up for a really massive purple nirple?
Being the positive guy that I am (*cough*, choke, BULLSHIT *sputter*), at least I realized that I'm facing 150 guns that have a perfect LOS into the town before my very shiny and pretty Canadian troops showed up to dine on 15cm shells. Guaranteed that won't happen now...
No use moving forward any further... time to start positioning for Le Coil to move to take the flags himself... and then return the favor with Yank 105's a la mode... (with some whipped cream and a sweet little cherry on top...)
Recon by death. You gotta love it. Too bad I wasn't smart enough to use only an expendable scout instead of a gun crew...
Cheers!
Leto