Sandy River DL
(Verified Destroyer Leader)
- Location
- Lake Michigan
- Pronouns
- Her/She
*Watches warily from Nagato-chan's bridge*Deploy the van, but just have it drive by, keep him guessing.
Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]
- Thread starter theJMPer
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Admiral_Corgi
The Admiral of the PT Boats
- Location
- The Strange land of Florida
True, but with twins (and this being her first time as a parent) she may either not have as much time to practice as she'd like to, or much more likely she might not be able to see how quickly Ari is catching up and she may be caught flatfooted as a result.
As a Twin, from what my Parents told me about how me and my brother were when we were younger. What I can say is, the moment her twins can crawl, the amount of trouble they'll cause her, John (and everyone else in the Richardson household) will be astronomical!
Like, some of the stuff my brother and I did as little kids included things like accidentally setting the house on fire twice, Taking a Tractor for a three mile joyride down the interstate at age 5 (I drove, brother operated the pedals), and doing something that caused half the wiring in the house to burn out and cause a Distribution Transformer to blowup and knock out power to every house in the neighborhood (and the adjacent one) for a few hours. Laying a Box fan on the floor set on high and then dumping the entirety of the contents of two large brand new bottles of Talcum powder onto said fan to make a Bedroom into a 'winter wonderland in July' (When I had asked about that incident and what me and my bro's reason for doing it was, That's what my ma told me I said to her at the time) before charging out of the room Yelling "ITS CHRISTMAS!!!"
To name just a few of many, many things my brother and I did just about as soon as we could crawl and walk. Ma and Pa are retired army and my brother and I still ended up doing stuff like that despite their watchful eyes and the extra Watchful eyes of our older sister (being the Children of two Sergeants is an interesting thing) and we're normal humans.
So imagine what kind of trouble Mutsu's kids will be able to cause because of their nature as half-botes!
Needless to say, I'm betting $30 that by the Time Mutsu's twins are age 10, John's hair is gonna be completely silver...and the slug might have a few of her own as well...
lolGood luck Sasebo, if Mutsu's Twins are anything like how me and my brother were growing up, you're gonna need it.
Steelhooves
Star Paladin
- Location
- Maripony-Damn it.
This feels really strange to admit, but this stuff with Pennsylvania really helps me. I have been where she is at the moment, so stuck with hate that it seems like the only reason you can get through the day is because you have someone you Hate more then you feel pulled to the idea of finding....other...ways out and to see her slowly put all that on the back burner and find other ways to deal with that feeling makes me feel like that those years I spent like that have been put firmly behind me are not wasted. So thanks for helping a random on the internet feel better and my best wishes on continuing Pennsylvania's journey to recovery.
- Location
- Vancouver WA United States
Needless to say, I'm betting $30 that by the Time Mutsu's twins are age 10, John's hair is gonna be completely silver...and the slug might have a few of her own as well...
I'll bet you $40 that John will have to wear a cap everywhere because he'll be going bald!
Admiral_Corgi
The Admiral of the PT Boats
- Location
- The Strange land of Florida
Well I wouldn't doubt that, but really only once they're past the "Hyper curious about the world" stage of childhood, which for my brother and I was around when we were 9. Before that point... yeah it's not gonna be easy, even for Jane. Especially if her Siblings are anything like how me and my Brother were, and time their shenanigans to begin exactly at the moment everyone's distracted for more than 90 seconds. And with Jane going through School, there's gonna be plenty of opportunity for the twins to do something while everyone's even slightly distracted. There's no Doubt that the mischief will be mitigated with Ari-mama, Hiei-mama, Jintsuu-mama and sister Shima around.
But honestly, only sister Shima can very reliably catch those rugrats if they turn out be the 'very-fast-runners' like how my brother and I were. But the problem is, there's only one speed bote and two possibly speedy trouble makers to catch. Sure Hiei is pretty quick on her feet too, but Battleships need time to build up a full head of steam. I'm betting that Mutsu's kids will have a full head of steam for every moment they're awake.
Nah, at least not from the twins... however if He and Mutsu end up having more kids after these two (Which seems very likely, calling it now!). Then most certainly he'll be going bald. :lol
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
Hiei needs more love. It's good she got over her abandonment issues though.
(Hiei was abandoned then scuttled after Gcanal, even though she likely could have been saved. All because of her captain not wanting to countermand himself after ordering abandon ship)
Burning Baron
This position needs more entrenching.
- Location
- In here, not out there.
Farmerbob1
Rest in Peace
- Location
- Atlanta-ish
He also has a light cruiser to help wrangle wayward smol children.
Smol children. As in Jane's mini-versions of her siblings? That could get hilarious quickly!
Archduke
Don't Take Geology Puns For Granite
- Location
- Texas
But what if Mama Langley was CVL-27?
Are your namesGeorgee or Fred? Or maybe Forge and Gred?
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Well, there is another Langley...*Glances at a map*
Which would explain how the hell Jane knows things before anyone else...
Sandy River DL
(Verified Destroyer Leader)
- Location
- Lake Michigan
- Pronouns
- Her/She
While that would explain some things, I'm pretty sure it's way too early for her to be a satellite.
- Location
- Minot, North Dakota
Decided to try an actual story omake looking at the southeast US in the BelaBat world. Hope you enjoy.
Second Chances, Pt.1
Hearts and Minds
Mike Kirby was trying to relax with a couple of his teammates. Fishing in the Georgia surf was fun and helped him to get his mind off the world he had left a couple weeks ago. Even with the world in danger from sea demons there are still people who try to force others to obey them and kill anyone who disagrees. Sometimes the victims push back, and that's where he came in. De Oppresso Liber.
The fish had been biting pretty good, but then suddenly stopped. He and his friends started packing up. They had caught a pretty good haul and dinner would be awesome. But he had an itch at the back of his neck. The same feeling he had gotten before in Afghanistan, Iraq, and other places. He turned back to look at the sea when out of the shallow water four dark forms burst onto the shore surrounding the three soldiers.
"Food!!", cried out one of them, "Two for us and one for the princess!" The largest of the creatures struck the one who had spoken, "Fool! If we bring back a single offering, the princess will dine on us instead! We will share one and bring the other two back to the princess."
Mike looked at his friends. He had a .45 in his bag, but it was too far from him and from them. Especially with the abyssals holding submachine guns on them. He recognized them from briefings as PT boats based on the German models. Fast, aggressive, not too smart. The one in the lead pointed to him and said, "We will eat this, and take the others back." It stepped towards him.
"Hold on, now," said Mike, "What's going to happen after you eat me? A fourth of a person will probably just make you hungrier. You'll end up eating the others and then get eaten yourself." The creature looked at him. But it had stopped moving. "You say your princess would eat you if you don't bring back a meal?"
"Of course. Isn't that the price of failure everywhere?"
Mike's friends looked at him and grinned. They had caught on. "What do you say guys? You ever hear of a general making a meal of his troops?" "Hell no. That's some BS." He looked at the Abyssal.
"Sounds like a bad position you're in. But let's set it aside for the moment. Let's deal with your hunger first. Now, what do you eat?"
The first demon to have spoken screamed out, "Humans!!" "Yes, but what do you eat beside humans?" "MORE HUMANS!!" The leader struck the creature in the head. "What else would we eat?" Mike tossed the leader a Redfish. "Try that."
The leader took a big bite, then another, and another. His teammates tossed fish to the others. Two grabbed the fish and eagerly devoured them. The third stared hatefully at them. "Then I will eat the…." He was cut off by a burst of fire of the leader's MP40. Wave action carried the creature's body off the beach and the leader said, "Give us more fish, and we will talk."
Staff Sergeant Mike Kirby, US Army Special Forces, smiled and nodded, having seen far worse negotiations.
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One month later…
US Navy frigate Essex was in trouble. She and Essa had broken protocol and headed offshore without air or surface support. It was hard to control her warrior heart in a world that had so completely passed by her and her compadre. Essa was over seventy years newer but was still wooden hulled and armed with muzzle loading cannon. King's Bays destroyer flotilla had headed south to hunt down an Abyssal wolf pack that was preying on coastal shipping. Air units had been directed north. Essex and Essa had taken it on themselves to stand out to sea to patrol the immediate area. The ambush made her feel like a complete amateur, mixed with shades of her defeat at Valparaiso.
The U-boats had surfaced at about 2500 yards, taking potshots at them, tearing up their rigging and sails, but not using their torpedoes or coming in close to finish them by firing into their hulls. Of course, they were well out of range of Essex's 32-pound carronades. They were in range of Essa's 11-inch and 9-inch Dahlgren's, but at that distance a surfaced U-boat was a hard target.
The U-Boats began to close after a fifth one joined them. Essex turned bow on to put her long twelves on target and to reduce the target for the torpedoes. Then something happened.
The fifth U-boat began to morph into an abyssal girl, as did two of the others. Unusual behavior, based on their previous experience. Essex and Essa held their fire, as closer range was the only advantage they had.
This U-boat was different. The other two were masked, wearing Kreigsmarine uniforms. This one had short black hair. A tan uniform and red armband more in line with the Nazi Party uniforms from the history books she had read. The Abyssal was taller than her and on a medal hanging at her breast was inscribed U-530. The deference of the other abyssals was all Essex needed. This was the U-Boat Princess.
The demon smiled coldly as she grabbed Essex by the throat and lifted her up. The redheaded frigate in an antique uniform was shot to pieces by shells that had struck her deck rather than her rigging. Essa wasn't as bad off but at this range, they had one good volley left if they got the right opening. Master Chief Essa waited on her commander. Even in their battered condition she would still trust her.
"I will give you one chance for a quick death, Essex. Strike your colors and bow before me. I make this offer once." Essex regretted that she would not see her precious Honda Point gang again, or her Commodore and his family. I'm sorry I failed you, Commodore. The only promise I can keep is that I will never again strike my colors. Her colors were already tied and nailed to the stump of her shattered mizzen.
"Go to Hell, Highness. No American sailor kneels to royalty."
"Then I will burn you slowly, timber by timber!"
Essa spoke up, "Excuse me Fraulien Fruitloops, would you mind not burning me, just find some other slow death for me?" Even in the demon's grip, Essex twisted her head to look at her.
"What? They burned me in the Great Lakes to scrap me. I get bored doing the same thing twice," said the blonde clipper-hulled sloop of war as she nonchalantly smoothed her tattered blue uniform jacket and short skirt.
The U-boat princess was shaking with rage, "You dare mock….." She was cut off by blaring music coming from the west.
Both Essex and the princess turned their heads. Essex saw three German torpedo boats that looked vaguely abyssal and a dark green Combatant Craft Assault craft.
"Traitors!!" cried out the princess. "I will..urk.." She turned back to the frigate she was still holding and looked down in surprise at the saber impaled through her chest. She raised her head to look at Essex as her grip loosened. "Sic semper tyrannis" said Essex, as she pivoted pulling the saber back, spinning and bringing the blade down on the U-boat princess' neck. The look of surprise never left her face as the severed head and then the body hit the water. The right opening was here.
Torpedoes from the formerly Abyssal E-boats slammed into two of the u-boats destroying them. One of the abyssal U-boat girls spun her deck gun to the frigate that had just killed her princess when Essa turned broadside to her and fired. An 11-inch shell tore through the U-boat's hull, exploding. The girl sank into the water, unable to right herself or stop the flooding. Two 9-inch shells finished her off.
The last U-boat opened up on Essex with her deck gun. An 88mm slammed through the frigate's thick planking and framing and blew a hole open right at the waterline. Essex roared, and fired the twenty cannon on her starboard side. The U-boat's deck gun, anti-aircraft gun, periscope, open hatches and gun crew fairies were blasted away by the hail of steel and her port diving plane was jammed by a cannonball.
The U-boat turned to maneuver away from the American ships and got into position for a surface torpedo attack. She unleashed her torpedoes at the wounded frigate as torpedoes from the E-boats blew her apart. Essa tried to fire at the torpedoes, but they were too fast. She screamed out, "Essex!!" as the torpedoes reached her and just barely passed under her shallow draft hull.
Essa steamed over to the older ship and tried to hold her up. The CCA and E-boats pulled alongside. "Can you radio for assistance?" "Copy that, Chief, we already called it in. Helo should be on the way." Essa eyed the E-boats suspiciously. They had a strong abyssal feel to them but were flying flags of the Imperial German Navy. She looked at the soldier in the Assault craft. "Who are you, anyway?" Mike Kirby grinned at her. "Sorry, Chief. That's classified. Radar has an inbound helo, so you'll be picked up soon. We can't be here when they get here. Good luck."
"Well, thank you, soldier. Take care out there. You and your…friends here."
A little while later, a Chinook hovered over the sea with it's ramp down as Essa helped Essex onto the heavy lift helicopter "Were those Abyssals, Master Chief?" one of the crew asked.
Essa looked off to the west, "As far as I am concerned, they were guardian angels."
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Two weeks later
Essa sat outside a coffee shop in town, watching people passing on the street. Suddenly she saw a familiar looking young man walking three large Corgis. She stood up and called out,
"Hey!" Essa shouted into her quiet bedroom, accidentally kicking S.P. Lee off the end of her bed. Essa looked around still blinking the remnants of the dream away as the little Clemson stood up.
"What happened, I didn't mean to wake you up!"
Essa hugged the girl to her as two of the others started to stir. "Oh, you didn't. I just had a weird dream."
"Really? Were there puppies in it?" "Actually, there were. Here, let me tell you about it."
Second Chances, Pt.1
Hearts and Minds
Mike Kirby was trying to relax with a couple of his teammates. Fishing in the Georgia surf was fun and helped him to get his mind off the world he had left a couple weeks ago. Even with the world in danger from sea demons there are still people who try to force others to obey them and kill anyone who disagrees. Sometimes the victims push back, and that's where he came in. De Oppresso Liber.
The fish had been biting pretty good, but then suddenly stopped. He and his friends started packing up. They had caught a pretty good haul and dinner would be awesome. But he had an itch at the back of his neck. The same feeling he had gotten before in Afghanistan, Iraq, and other places. He turned back to look at the sea when out of the shallow water four dark forms burst onto the shore surrounding the three soldiers.
"Food!!", cried out one of them, "Two for us and one for the princess!" The largest of the creatures struck the one who had spoken, "Fool! If we bring back a single offering, the princess will dine on us instead! We will share one and bring the other two back to the princess."
Mike looked at his friends. He had a .45 in his bag, but it was too far from him and from them. Especially with the abyssals holding submachine guns on them. He recognized them from briefings as PT boats based on the German models. Fast, aggressive, not too smart. The one in the lead pointed to him and said, "We will eat this, and take the others back." It stepped towards him.
"Hold on, now," said Mike, "What's going to happen after you eat me? A fourth of a person will probably just make you hungrier. You'll end up eating the others and then get eaten yourself." The creature looked at him. But it had stopped moving. "You say your princess would eat you if you don't bring back a meal?"
"Of course. Isn't that the price of failure everywhere?"
Mike's friends looked at him and grinned. They had caught on. "What do you say guys? You ever hear of a general making a meal of his troops?" "Hell no. That's some BS." He looked at the Abyssal.
"Sounds like a bad position you're in. But let's set it aside for the moment. Let's deal with your hunger first. Now, what do you eat?"
The first demon to have spoken screamed out, "Humans!!" "Yes, but what do you eat beside humans?" "MORE HUMANS!!" The leader struck the creature in the head. "What else would we eat?" Mike tossed the leader a Redfish. "Try that."
The leader took a big bite, then another, and another. His teammates tossed fish to the others. Two grabbed the fish and eagerly devoured them. The third stared hatefully at them. "Then I will eat the…." He was cut off by a burst of fire of the leader's MP40. Wave action carried the creature's body off the beach and the leader said, "Give us more fish, and we will talk."
Staff Sergeant Mike Kirby, US Army Special Forces, smiled and nodded, having seen far worse negotiations.
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One month later…
US Navy frigate Essex was in trouble. She and Essa had broken protocol and headed offshore without air or surface support. It was hard to control her warrior heart in a world that had so completely passed by her and her compadre. Essa was over seventy years newer but was still wooden hulled and armed with muzzle loading cannon. King's Bays destroyer flotilla had headed south to hunt down an Abyssal wolf pack that was preying on coastal shipping. Air units had been directed north. Essex and Essa had taken it on themselves to stand out to sea to patrol the immediate area. The ambush made her feel like a complete amateur, mixed with shades of her defeat at Valparaiso.
The U-boats had surfaced at about 2500 yards, taking potshots at them, tearing up their rigging and sails, but not using their torpedoes or coming in close to finish them by firing into their hulls. Of course, they were well out of range of Essex's 32-pound carronades. They were in range of Essa's 11-inch and 9-inch Dahlgren's, but at that distance a surfaced U-boat was a hard target.
The U-Boats began to close after a fifth one joined them. Essex turned bow on to put her long twelves on target and to reduce the target for the torpedoes. Then something happened.
The fifth U-boat began to morph into an abyssal girl, as did two of the others. Unusual behavior, based on their previous experience. Essex and Essa held their fire, as closer range was the only advantage they had.
This U-boat was different. The other two were masked, wearing Kreigsmarine uniforms. This one had short black hair. A tan uniform and red armband more in line with the Nazi Party uniforms from the history books she had read. The Abyssal was taller than her and on a medal hanging at her breast was inscribed U-530. The deference of the other abyssals was all Essex needed. This was the U-Boat Princess.
The demon smiled coldly as she grabbed Essex by the throat and lifted her up. The redheaded frigate in an antique uniform was shot to pieces by shells that had struck her deck rather than her rigging. Essa wasn't as bad off but at this range, they had one good volley left if they got the right opening. Master Chief Essa waited on her commander. Even in their battered condition she would still trust her.
"I will give you one chance for a quick death, Essex. Strike your colors and bow before me. I make this offer once." Essex regretted that she would not see her precious Honda Point gang again, or her Commodore and his family. I'm sorry I failed you, Commodore. The only promise I can keep is that I will never again strike my colors. Her colors were already tied and nailed to the stump of her shattered mizzen.
"Go to Hell, Highness. No American sailor kneels to royalty."
"Then I will burn you slowly, timber by timber!"
Essa spoke up, "Excuse me Fraulien Fruitloops, would you mind not burning me, just find some other slow death for me?" Even in the demon's grip, Essex twisted her head to look at her.
"What? They burned me in the Great Lakes to scrap me. I get bored doing the same thing twice," said the blonde clipper-hulled sloop of war as she nonchalantly smoothed her tattered blue uniform jacket and short skirt.
The U-boat princess was shaking with rage, "You dare mock….." She was cut off by blaring music coming from the west.
Both Essex and the princess turned their heads. Essex saw three German torpedo boats that looked vaguely abyssal and a dark green Combatant Craft Assault craft.
"Traitors!!" cried out the princess. "I will..urk.." She turned back to the frigate she was still holding and looked down in surprise at the saber impaled through her chest. She raised her head to look at Essex as her grip loosened. "Sic semper tyrannis" said Essex, as she pivoted pulling the saber back, spinning and bringing the blade down on the U-boat princess' neck. The look of surprise never left her face as the severed head and then the body hit the water. The right opening was here.
Torpedoes from the formerly Abyssal E-boats slammed into two of the u-boats destroying them. One of the abyssal U-boat girls spun her deck gun to the frigate that had just killed her princess when Essa turned broadside to her and fired. An 11-inch shell tore through the U-boat's hull, exploding. The girl sank into the water, unable to right herself or stop the flooding. Two 9-inch shells finished her off.
The last U-boat opened up on Essex with her deck gun. An 88mm slammed through the frigate's thick planking and framing and blew a hole open right at the waterline. Essex roared, and fired the twenty cannon on her starboard side. The U-boat's deck gun, anti-aircraft gun, periscope, open hatches and gun crew fairies were blasted away by the hail of steel and her port diving plane was jammed by a cannonball.
The U-boat turned to maneuver away from the American ships and got into position for a surface torpedo attack. She unleashed her torpedoes at the wounded frigate as torpedoes from the E-boats blew her apart. Essa tried to fire at the torpedoes, but they were too fast. She screamed out, "Essex!!" as the torpedoes reached her and just barely passed under her shallow draft hull.
Essa steamed over to the older ship and tried to hold her up. The CCA and E-boats pulled alongside. "Can you radio for assistance?" "Copy that, Chief, we already called it in. Helo should be on the way." Essa eyed the E-boats suspiciously. They had a strong abyssal feel to them but were flying flags of the Imperial German Navy. She looked at the soldier in the Assault craft. "Who are you, anyway?" Mike Kirby grinned at her. "Sorry, Chief. That's classified. Radar has an inbound helo, so you'll be picked up soon. We can't be here when they get here. Good luck."
"Well, thank you, soldier. Take care out there. You and your…friends here."
A little while later, a Chinook hovered over the sea with it's ramp down as Essa helped Essex onto the heavy lift helicopter "Were those Abyssals, Master Chief?" one of the crew asked.
Essa looked off to the west, "As far as I am concerned, they were guardian angels."
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Two weeks later
Essa sat outside a coffee shop in town, watching people passing on the street. Suddenly she saw a familiar looking young man walking three large Corgis. She stood up and called out,
"Hey!" Essa shouted into her quiet bedroom, accidentally kicking S.P. Lee off the end of her bed. Essa looked around still blinking the remnants of the dream away as the little Clemson stood up.
"What happened, I didn't mean to wake you up!"
Essa hugged the girl to her as two of the others started to stir. "Oh, you didn't. I just had a weird dream."
"Really? Were there puppies in it?" "Actually, there were. Here, let me tell you about it."
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Admiral_Corgi
The Admiral of the PT Boats
- Location
- The Strange land of Florida
You know, Bringing a Standard or Fast BB to a Russel Stover store might be a Good way to treat (spoil) them, and (obviously) get some Really good stuff without the middleman markups in price.
Bringing a Destroyer to the same kind of Store is just Sparta kicking open Pandora's Box. except If its the Duckies. However in that case, you must have a Video camera rolling to capture the moment they bite into one of the Chocolates, Ice cream, and other Candies available there.
Bringing a Destroyer to the same kind of Store is just Sparta kicking open Pandora's Box. except If its the Duckies. However in that case, you must have a Video camera rolling to capture the moment they bite into one of the Chocolates, Ice cream, and other Candies available there.
- Location
- I thought you had the map?
SecNav help us when the day comes when she's as skilled as Mutsu.
And I fear, that day might not be long away, if Ari practices her teasing like how she did gunnery drills!
It never made sense to me that Ari was as inexperienced as she was, to the point of not even knowing how to maneuver in action or effectively aim and range her fire. While she didn't once launch a salvo in earnest in her first lifetime, she, like most battleships, underwent numerous trials and training cruises in that time. I would envision her thus being more like a newly trained line grunt or sailor, well-drilled and technically knowledgeable, but just a bit stiff at first due to a lack of any real combat experience.
Taking the Duckies...to a candy store? Sir, either you are stark raving mad, or a bloody genius.
On that note, someone take Ari to a Krispy Kreme or a Dunkin' Donuts, and for SecNav's sake, bring a bloody camera.
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- Location
- Pacific Northwest
Ari and Jersey have already plundered Sasebo's on-base Krispy Kreme, there's gotta be video of it out there, somewhere.
Would Youtube label it as "food porn"?
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- Location
- I thought you had the map?
That depends of what your standard for a "good idea" is
Not for the Duckies. Then it's just lil' kiddos being given a treat beyond their wildest imaginings.
Now, if we're talking Ari or Big J...
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Admiral_Corgi
The Admiral of the PT Boats
- Location
- The Strange land of Florida
Well I mean She is quiet literally Inexperienced as that because she's still learning how to girl. She knows how to Warship very well, but the latter is still a on-going progress. I kinda meant it like she'd practice it like how she had practiced at her trails and training cruises, and then some. Though there's Certain things she came back already knowing, but since I value my life and wish not to be shelled by an angry prude raging standard I won't go any further on that.
I like to believe I'm a bit of both, though then again I do seem to like trying to bully Battleships, but to quote my ma about her side of the family "Crazy doesn't Run in our Family, it casually strolls along" so Maybe its a tad bit more of the latter.
I can one-up that, Take Ari to a Dount King, amount other things, they have among many other things Maple Bacon Donuts, its so good. Actually I'll quote myself from WAY back because I got pictures of what the inside of Donut King looks like, Krispy Kreme and Dukin' Donuts may be good, but there is only one King.
:lolRemember when I said I'd get pictures of the Donuts? Well here they are. I do apologize in advance if they're a lil blurry, it was busy inside the place. So I didn't really have much of opportunity to stand still and take a perfectly focused picture.
So how do ya'll think Arizona would react on seeing all of this? Will say between ordering my Donuts and taking Pictures of em, some of those empty slots you see Like the M&M donuts got filled with fresh trays. Oh and the Best part of this place?
If they don't have the kind of donut you're looking for, they'll make it for you. And if you're in a rush, they'll prepare them a day in advance for pick up.
Something tells me I've just unleashed something that cannot be contained.
If there is anything that you absolutely positively MUST have a Camera for, its for capturing Ari's reaction when you bring her into A Donut King and Tell her all that.
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ijnfleetadmiral
CinC Rengo Kanmusutai
- Location
- Admiral's Bridge, HIJMS Kongo
I just had a thought: when the Duckies visit Bremerton again, have Gale take them to Golden Corral.
"This...this is incredible..."
"Yes...yes, it is."
"'All You Can Eat'? It has to be a mistake..."
"No, it's not a mistake."
"So much good food...there's so much..."
"I know, right? Enjoy!"
:lol
"This...this is incredible..."
"Yes...yes, it is."
"'All You Can Eat'? It has to be a mistake..."
"No, it's not a mistake."
"So much good food...there's so much..."
"I know, right? Enjoy!"
:lol
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- Location
- Minot, North Dakota
I don't think it was lack of knowledge so much as it was lack of real world experience. How many cop shows have the untested rookie being told by the veteran officer "Forget half the stuff you learned in the academy, out here it will get you killed."?
Unfortunately for Arizona, she forgot all her training and tried fighting on anger and courage alone and nearly got herself sunk. Hiei had to teach her the difference between fighting hard and fighting smart.
- Location
- Pacific Northwest
Unfortunately, there isn't a Golden Corral in Bremerton. You'll have to go to Marysville. NAVSTA Everett would be a closer destination.
- Location
- Deep in the Badlands of Equestria
And considering that levels of consumption, I expect that any restaurant like Golden Corral by this point requests a day's advance notice for visit by shipgirl parties so they can lay in sufficient supplies.
- Location
- USA
I'm pretty sure that Shipgirls are already banned from all you can eat restaurants. If they weren't, every AYCE restaurant within a decent radius of a naval base would be out of business.