My favourite quotes

“Aim towards the Enemy.” - Instruction printed on U.S. Rocket Launcher
“When the pin is pulled, Mr. Grenade is not our friend.” - U.S. Army
“Cluster bombing from B-52s is very, very accurate. The bombs are guaranteed to always hit the ground.” - U.S.A.F. Ammo Troop
“If the enemy is in range, so are you.” - Infantry Journal
“A slipping gear could let your M203 grenade launcher fire when you least expect it. That would make you quite unpopular in what’s left of your unit.” - Army’s magazine of preventive maintenance
“It is generally inadvisable to eject directly over the area you just bombed.” - U.S. Air Force Manual
“Try to look unimportant; they may be low on ammo.” - Infantry Journal
“Tracers work both ways.” - U.S. Army Ordnance
“Five-second fuses only last three seconds.” - Infantry Journal
“Bravery is being the only one who knows you’re afraid.” - Col. David Hackworth
“If your attack is going too well, you’re probably walking into an ambush.” - Infantry Journal
“No combat-ready unit has ever passed inspection.” - Joe Gay
“Any ship can be a minesweeper … once.” - Anonymous
“Never tell the Platoon Sergeant you have nothing to do.” - Unknown Army Recruit
“Don’t draw fire; it irritates the people around you.” - Your Buddies
(And lastly)
“If you see a bomb technician running, try to keep up with him.” - U.S. Ammo Troop

Humans are Wierd Tale

“The planet Txar has been on civil war since long before the Galactic Union discovered their existence. The Txarian sentient species, Ky.rroc are hermaphrodites around two hundred fifty centimeter high and a hundred thirty kilograms heavy. Their skin is even thicker than steel, almost an exoskeleton, and their musculature so strong they are able to carry twice their own weight. The first commandant to ever see one described xe as a kill machine.”

As Commandant Lou’tt spoke about my own species all I could see was fear on the eyes of the various aliens around. By pure luck my ancestors have reached the G.U. before the Kishemern. As soon as the commander called my people kill machines a tiny creature, using a spacesuit, “for safety purposes”,  raised xis hand.

- Human Gabriel, for the hundredth time. - The Commandant spoke with impatience - If you want to ask something, you can just talk. No need to wait to a officer allow you to.

- Right, Lou. - The “human” looked to xir superior - That commandant has ever been on Terra? I mean, do you really call those kill machines?

I looked into the tiny creature eyes. I could see the predator within, although it was hidden behind childish laughter, fake peace and self hatred. The thing the G.U. never found out about the Ky.rroc was how extreme are our predatory senses, barely mind reading.

- How many generations have passed since your kind last seen war, Human? - I saw the crew shaking out of fear again, but the human retributed my look, showing xis teeth, not as sharp as mine, far from threatening, but a clear challenge. - I guess your kind have outcame hunt, halfway mutated into herbivores. How you dare calling the proud Jug.dymak of the Kr.rroc not a killing machine.

- Yrillis-6, Txar is called a Death World by the Union, I’ll give you that. - The human howled that offense - A Class Two Death World. - Xis voice had no fear, xis eyes started glowing with excitement -  I am from Sol-3, Terra the only Class Six Death World that is inhibited.

“I can survive temperatures below freezing, and halfway boiling. Most poison are ineffective against my kind, and many of those that are we use for fun. We are able to mimic any species cries or languages. Humans are know for bonding with any living thing, and many non-living to. You ask how many generations we have since we last saw war? There are some happening right now, using titanium piercing ammo, incendiary cluster bombs, nuclear friction grenades

“And you wonder why ain’t I afraid of the Ky.rroc? My own body is a lethal bioweapon to your species. My breath carries microorganisms that can kill you, not to talk about those that live only inside of me, my fluids are acid to your skin. You may kill me, but my corpse alone can slay one of your cities.”

- I am a proud child of Sol-3, a son of Terra.  - Xis eyes sparkled, predatory, as no being ever was - I was named Gabriel Thanatos, names that symbolize the guardian angel and the death. As my father said, what Humanity are.

I felt then what those crew members did. Fear, an emotion I only knew throughout my prey. I fell for my knees, impotent as I understood why that monster had so much laughter, fake peace and self hatred. Xe was preventing xiself from feeling power hunger, megalomania and bloodlust.

- Always keep a Terran around, Ky.rooc Jug.dymak. - The commandment said as the human walked away to the battlefield, unplugging his suit - After all, they are hard to kill, and harder not to love after a while.

Please feel free to add

anonymous asked:

Yay or Nay to child units in Echoes? I personally think a few from select parents (say instead of all males like fates, alm has a child, and celica has one, but not all females have one) could bolster the roster and allow for a few unique convos

Nope nope nope nope nope.

Alm is a child.  His canon age is approximately 16.  He’s not going to have any child of any meaningful age by the end of Echoes, that’s not how that timeline works.  I don’t care about Deeprealms shenanigans – they don’t make sense and they’re a bit too obviously shoehorned.  They can stuff it.

You can increase roster size without adding the whole cluster bomb that comes with S-rank child-spawning.  Shadow Dragon did it, pulling a handful of characters in by optional side chapters.

It’s not a bad mechanic per se.  It’s just contextually inappropriate.  It doesn’t add to Gaiden’s world and would retcon some things that probably shouldn’t be.  There are better ways to add roster diversity.  Exempli gratia:

Gaiden is known for many things, one of which being that it contains villages that are actually explorable and contain NPCs.  Gaiden’s villages, however, have almost no value – one recruitable character, one useful item, etc., and then you’re done with it.

If the villages get padded out in Echoes, some (or all) of them could acquire a tavern building.  Taverns are hubs common across many RPGs and adventure games as places to recruit new party members.  Add a currency of some form, and then put a fixed number of recruitable characters in different taverns throughout the world, that can be hired at a specific cost.  Hiring characters is not new (see: Hugh in FE6, Volke in FE9 & 10, among others), and again, you have more cause to check in on villages from time to time.

Alternatively, village NPCs could become recruitable as generics to pad your roster – you’re running a rebellion, after all.  If the village character fights and does well, it could improve your relationship with the village; if they die, it could sour.

Or, you could check in the handful of ports from time to time.  Valentia is just across the sea from Archanea, so why not send Archanean characters to Valentia in boats on occasion?  This would provide a legitimate way of including other popular characters such as Marth, Caeda, etc.  Put my boy Wolf in a boat.

tl;dr – there are many many ways to add characters between Gaiden and Echoes, and putting marriage + kids in there is a lazy way to do it compared to the alternatives.


Sometimes we get a new pierce of jewelry in the studio and we can’t help but think to ourselves, “Holy crap! Look at how amazing this piece is!”.

This yellow gold cluster, with the always-alluring Mystic Topaz, is one of those pieces. This stunner is from our friends at @anatometal.

This cluster will look amazing in a helix or conch and will look great in some other locations as well.

NATO bombing of Serbia - 18 years later

NATO member countries began the air strikes on Serbia on 24 March 1999 at 19.45. The bombing destroyed and damaged about 25,000 houses, it damaged 470 kilometers of roads and 595 kilometers of railways, 14 airports, 19 hospitals, 20 health centers, 18 kindergartens, 69 schools, 176 cultural monuments and 44 bridges, while 38 were destroyed. NATO launched 1,300 cruise missiles, threw over 37,000 “cluster bombs” which killed around 200 people and injured hundreds, and used a prohibited ammunition with depleted uranium. About 1,008 members of the army and police were killed or disappeared, of which 659 members of the military and 349 police officers. About 6,000 civilians were seriously or lightly injured, including 2,700 children. Total damage is estimated at tens of billions of dollars. No one was held responsible for these crimes until the present day.

The first quarter moon shines a light intimately dimmed. All is quiet. All is well. And the world is perfect, if only for this moment. Voices have hushed to less than talking, though remain audible in a way that’s more than just breathed vowels and consonants. More than wary whispers afraid to break silence. Softly, a deep humming. Answered by the most delicate tinkling. Celesta. Gentle tones, gentle notes. Opposite octaves played pianissimo. Speech and sigh and song have long dissolved within one another. What’s left is the soothing melody of late night talks, purred into ears that need not be flustered within this worriless coziness of tranquil affection. All is well. And the world is beautiful. Here is the softness of body. The warmth of skin. The gentle beating of satisfied hearts. Nurtured in their deepest wants. Ever so close to each other. Here is the playing of fingers, contentedly fluttering; fiddling, squeezing. Interlacing. Here are the smiles that cannot be wiped from faces. Always subtly present in the slight curvatures of fulfillment. This is the moment when it’s all too beautiful. When something rises that is more than contentment. An indomitable bursting; a bubbling bliss that unstoppably undulates throughout the whole of body. It happens then, and it always happens simultaneously. Making cheeks rise high and teeth glare bare. The energy shared compels the enwrapped body to turn. To make eyes meet. To let sighs turn to giggles. It is the single most delightful disturbance of tranquil bliss. Only ended by the inescapable magnetism, answered by an automatically applied tightest of hugs; the clenching and squeezing to be ever nearer. Nearer than ever could be physically possible. And then, the submission into yearning. The kiss. The helpless kiss. Long and liquefying to begin with. Waves evolving into flames. A paroxysm of stars exploding into a million sparkles. Each sparkle bursting into another cluster bomb of illuminated attraction. All this light bolting and dashing and bumping within and against the confines of belly in a maddening frenzy. Then hands grab faces. Then breathless kisses become hard and rough and ever quicker in succession. Until the lungs scream for oxygen and the ethereal ecstasy of soul starts wrestling with the pain of corporeally pressed lips; the reaffirmation of being two separate tangible beings. All that’s left is the release. The deepest inhale tossing lovers back into reality. Nostrils fill with the scent of belonging, and once again portals of soul meet. Almost apologetically stating this is satisfactory. Celesta. Pianissimo. A note or four answers a note or three. The calm returns. And the world is perfect.
—  Memories of a world more beautiful, by M.A. Tempels © 2017

The Su-25 Frogfoot, known as the Grach or “Rook” by Russian pilots, is one of those aircraft that may not be at the cutting edge of technology, but still has seen widespread service around the world because it offers an effective and useful solution to the need to blast targets on the ground. The Su-25’s armament has typically consisted of unguided 250 or 500 kilogram bombs, cluster bombs and rockets. The rockets come in forms ranging from pods containing dozens of smaller 57- or 80-millimeter rockets, to five-shot 130-millimeter S-13 system, to large singular 240- or 330-millimeter rockets. The Su-25 also has a Gsh-30-2 30-millimeter cannon under the nose. The modern Su-25SM has a new BARS satellite navigation/attack system, which allows for more precise targeting, as well as a whole slew of improved avionics such as news heads-up displays (HUDS), Radar Warning Receivers and the like. The Su-25SM can use the excellent R-73 short-range air-to-air missile, and has improved targeting abilities for laser-guided bombs. Other improvements reduce maintenance requirements and lower aircraft weight.

Turkish F-4 Phantom Terminator 2020

The Terminators are a batch of Turkish Air Force F-4Es, modernized by Israel. they received AGM-142 Popeye/Have Nap integration, Litening-II targeting pods, and the capability to launch AGM-65D/G Maverick, AGM-88 HARM, GBU-8 HOBOS, GBU-10/12 Paveway II LGBs, general purpose and cluster bombs for air-to-ground missions, while retaining the capability to launch AIM-7 Sparrow and AIM-9 Sidewinder air-to-air missiles