Blue Angels in a Ho-down

Objective 001: to attend a mission with a conceived flight formation
you invented on a piece of paper photocopied 10 times.



OUTCOME: SUCCESS

By at least two travellers, one of whom was an ANGSTFUL VAMPIRE MAGGOT
proposing a VAMPIRE THROAT-OPENING DAGGER FORMATION. The rest of you,
alas, probably deserve to read your mission objectives on facebook.




Objective 002: to travel to a large derby arena, and practice each
flight formation. Successful formations will receive points as The Old
Man sees fitting. Beatings will continue until morale
improves.



OUTCOME: SUCCESS

The Labyrinth in the dark empty void and the Left-Legged Cha-Cha upon
the narrow links of spaceways. Every single pilot flew with shining
bravery and solid competence. We take back what we said about
facebook.





Objective 003: to make paper airplanes -- and fly them:
radiation-levels permitting.



OUTCOME:: SUCCESS

Not so much raw material as we might have had if Mission Objective 001
had been equally met by every pilot, but hey, they flew! The little
missive-missiles, they go whee! Everybody wins!




Objective 004: to have no pilot get cold.
Bring hot cocoa if
you like.



OUTCOME:: SUCCESS

Sub-objective A pwnz0red to a dangerous degree ("Can't a pilot get a
moment to take off her underwear in peace?"). Sub-objective B
pwnz0red with a greatness of blue flames, marshmallows, and bonus
Bananas Foster.




If all four objectives are met, special distinctions will be granted
on your record. Juss sayin\'...



HIP HIP HURRAY!