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March 17, 2013
THAT HOUR they hit us with their sonics, vipper-vaps, and needles. I’d heard we had a plan, but not the plan itself, and in any event we collapsed on landing and weren’t of use to anyone. We would have to be extracted, or, as what happened, ma’am, left for dead.

With a sonic you fall apart bloody. You shake down, melting and meaty.

With a vipper-vap you spin away sideways as a fount of ash, then clog the breathers of whoever’s downwind. Then that sound.

The needles do catastrophic internal damage. A marvel of engineering.

More turkey, please.