All quiet and slow in Fort Antwerp... nope that is a lie. Pilots quickly buzz around with tasks that they have been planning for quite some time now. We are still not fully into the new fort groove so pilots take any time offered to them to get some work done. If you were there, you probably would have heard some choice words about the late and great Sheldon Brown's how to build a wheel page. If all the spoke holes are filled and the leading and trailing spokes are trailing and leading, everything will work out right? Which was trailing again and why does one have to start with them first, or was it the leading ones? Anyways two wheels were laced up... what does the linseed oil do again? Is it important and can one get away without using it? What happens if you just back out a nipple and put a drop there and drive it back into place? Find out all the answers to the questions next time on "Wheel of Fortune", or are we on the Wheel of Time?
Punchy, the cheerful and chill leader declared that we will get this show on the space byway shorely but surely. He pushed back the launch a little bit and encouraged pilots to go hang out on the launch pad as the last few pilots rolled into the fort and got prepared. Lordmcfuzz and Bane Thunderwolf placed bets on how many mechanicals there were going to be, as they both remembered So Long, And Thanks For All The Plasma Failures
, a mission whose title and shore leave were inspired by this mission's leader. When Punchy names a mission, it pretty much always is spot on. The number was low, other pilots scoffed and requested not to jinx it, and then Dr Claw flew in. He declared a mechanical a few minutes later, and the mission leader was not even on the launch pad yet. Bane Thunderwolf declared victory on the bet.
Pilots mulled around and Punchy led the opening ceremonies with chill and confidence. You ever get the feeling that something is just going to happen, no matter how long it takes you to do it but you are chill and cool about it? It was that level of confidence and the fleet was right behind that kind of vibe. The fleet tonight sported a hopefully full-fledged pilot-to-be 2 Lucky, one brand new cadet-to-be when he decided during the mission that we were chill enough to hang out with, and SCUL friend/guest Mookies with his new symbol on his drum kit ship. Bane Thunderwolf led us out of Allston shorely but surely, almost as if he winged it.
The life support synthesis was on point for this mission. It was planned out with beach chill precision. Flying through the Harvard Constellation, the food on the streets joined in on the chores to the Spongebob theme song, and could be sonically confirmed that they kept it up even out of laser sight. The mission led the fleet to a soon to be closing Luna JP Licks in the Assembly Constellation. Much of the food was wondering about with high energy so the fleet was switched to chill pill mode and ice-cream molecules were leisurely consumed. Some friends of pilots joined in on the sure leave and were shorely entertained by the stories of many pilots. Other wondering food got a little close to Shockwave, probably pretending that they built a flew it like many of the beach's influencers of today. Once we saw someone climb on top of Gio the Giraffe it signaled that the chill vibe shorely has moved on and Punchy signaled to saddle up. Leotard much have sure leaved too had or had to many ice cream molecules or something and had to burn up for the night.
The fleet flew with a shorely pace up the Northern Strand to find some interesting surprises. A wild Fleet Admiral appeared! Everyone ice creamed and no one got sprayed. The only thing that came out of anyone's behinds was farts and the transports were the only ones doing it. They shorely were farty tonight. A wild Pastry Queen was also found, so the tailgunner and Mookies snuck off and took a picture with them before surely catching up with the fleet traveling at plaid speed. Sand was procured at the Luna 711 while DC Claw shorely canvassed the neighborhood for a dark corner. A dark corner was never found, we applied for a milk carton portrait of one to help us find it next time. Email scul dot ambassador at the google mail for any leads that you may have.
The beach was encountered shorely after and Punchy called out for an extended sure leave. Pilots scattered like little crabs in the sand dunes looking ocean shells to barter for. Dead Bride was most successful and sold her wares along the seashore for some Swedish Fish to Bane Thunderwolf. Bane Thunderwolf was happy to get into this shell game on the ground floor because shelks only go to the moon. Punchy came back with a double hand ice cream scoop full of wet sand. They bartered Dead Bride down for two fingers worth of wet sand for their last shell and then began architecting the Castle de Skunk on the sure. This mission reporter thinks it could have placed in the annual Ancient Alien Ruins
competition. About 5 minutes later Punchy found a coconut on the beach, it was glorious. It became the speaking coconut and they declared that they needed a new mission reporter and I asked them if they wanted another Divinity Cat Moved Us To The Moon
.... so here we are.
Sure leave was chill, and a little ice cream, so we almost forgot about the shorely race! Some random start and finish poles were erected about 10 paces apart to represent the course along the beach of the sand byway. Veteran shorely racer Bane Thunderwolf was called out and challenged by baby face Lordmcfuzz. It started out with an uncartoonistic gentlepilot's HARV coupling and then they were off to the beaches. It was really a spoke in spoke kind of match, which both pilots daring to make high flying high risk moves. Some might rate this a little bit lower with a finisher spam towards the end but really, it was entertaining. Bane Thunderwolf counts Lordmcfuzz out to retain his title, Match rating A-. I don't know who booked this night but they totally did not order the matches right. If Punchy v Dead Bride went first they crowd probably would have really enjoyed their technical work. This one was planned for the classic long fork and compliance fan pilots but it did not draw the interest of the common folk. Punchy gets Dead Bride to tap out in the 2nd round, and I'm rating it a solid B.
What time is it? oh look at that, we shorely need to start making our way back now before the day star rises or we will fail this Carpe Noctem
. The navigator took us through the depths and highs of ChelSea System where there was no pilot that could have ever predicted that beach-em could get worse. This pilot shorely tells you it could never be worse than it is right now. The cursed bridge over the Mystic Asteroid Belt claimed Threespeed, rest in pantsacle. That's two machomacles for those who were counting, we know those Encore food were. After a quick sure leave at a tardis, Threespeed burned up while the fleet was still in the Somerville System and a few pilots were totally tempted to do the same but everyone remaining made it back to the fort for a mission shorely. Ninja Civitron then revealed his surely plan of collecting all the bags. He was awarded a medal for the execution.