Anonymous Mon 16 Sep 2024 00:53:27 No.69189615 Report

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>>69188708
Greene is a WW1 flying ace. (Its actually just him playing pretend in the back yard)

Anonymous Mon 16 Sep 2024 02:46:14 No.69192471 Report

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>>69189615
>DECEMBER 2ND. 1917
>It’s cold miles high in the sky
>Feeling the cold air on my face, I soar above the clouds
>Kaisar dragged us into this war and it’s up to the americans to finish it
>I eye the gauges for my plane, all is green, just like me
>My mission is reconnaissance, I Have to take some photos of a kraut fortress in preparation for a bombing run on it
>HQ has suspected that the germans are using it as storage for their remaining munitions
>If the photos I take here confirm those suspicions, and the bombing run is a success, we can end this war.
>The cold air freezes the moisture on my face, cooling me down and causing my pilots scarf to feel less warm
>I still have a long flight ahead of me
> 2 hours later I arrive near my target, the german fortress is in sight
>Swooping down to get a good shot, I begin to get dangerously low
>but no danger is too much for the green baron
>80 confirmed kills
>Reported to have got 4 kills WHILE engine ablaze
>The green squadron leader feared from the western front all the way to russia
>Swooping down, a poor watchman is taken out by the wheel of my plane hitting him straight in the face
>taking out the camera I was supplied with, I begin to take as many photos of the inside as possible
>As the reports said, inside the fort were their entire armies, munitions, and even some experimental tanks!
>I will get a medal for this!
>As I take my photos, flak begins to pelt my leftwing
>AA guns!

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Anonymous Mon 16 Sep 2024 02:46:50 No.69192491 Report

Quoted By: >>69192534 >>69192570 >>69192627

>>69192471
>Taking evasive maneuvers I make a hard left, threading the needle between two watchtowers without so much as a scratch on my flying machine
>Flak cannons continue to pelt my tail as I loop and turn in attempts to lose their aim
>The germans dispatch their own fighters to intercept me
>I can easily lose them but the Greene baron is not one to run from a fight!
>I fly higher
>And higher
>And higher
>Until I’m flying too fast and flying too high for them to follow
>Truly I am the king of the sky, who’s legend will NEVER die
>Turning my plane back toward the ground, I give chase to the fighters, bombarding them with machine gun fire, taking out the first pilot and sending the second into a spin that results in him crashing.
>I savor the G-force, pushing me snugly into my seat as I level the plane out
>Too low, as the flak cannons take aim and redouble their efforts to prevent me from escape
>Disaster, as one of the shots hits my engine directly.
>This is nothing for the Green baron! I once took out 4 fighters while my engine was on fire, I can assuredly make my way back to base like this
>The sliding glass door slams open as Lucy peeks her head out
> “GREENE AND AMBER MOUS GET YOUR ASSES IN HERE. Neither of you have warm clothes on and it's 10 degrees outside!
>As me and my sister walk in dejectedly, our mom closes the door behind us and continues her lecture.
>”Amber, why were you even throwing firecrackers at your brother? Raptor Jesus, you're both 17 years old and still acting no more mature than when you were 10…”

Fin