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"Captain," the radio muffled from the air. Captain Clarson pulled down his weapon and reached for his radio, "Go ahead McKinnley."

"Well, sir theres a bomber overhead." The radio gargled from interferance.

Clarson turned to the dawned sky, "Just one? Are you sure its not a fighter?" Scanning the clouds above.

The radio paused for a moment. "No sir, it's just one bomber. I can also see a smal---"

The sky lit up in a blinding white light, plaguing across the clouds. The radio screamed in shrills, forcing Clarson away from the speaker. He tuned to to explosion, the mushroom-shaped cloud, on fire, scorching the skies in it's furnace.

"Not like this. Dear god..."
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I did this pice when I was contesting with some others for a generals game on planetcnc. I used some random pencil, which I probabily found somewhere at school. Unfortunately I lost the contest but screw them. I've always hated behing judged anyway.

Description
"Captain," the radio muffled from the air. Captain Clarson pulled down his weapon and reached for his radio, "Go ahead McKinnley."

"Well, sir theres a bomber overhead." The radio gargled from interferance.

Clarson turned to the dawned sky, "Just one? Are you sure its not a fighter?" Scanning the clouds above.

The radio paused for a moment. "No sir, it's just one bomber. I can also see a smal---"

The sky lit up in a blinding white light, plaguing across the clouds. The radio screamed in shrills, forcing Clarson away from the speaker. He tuned to to explosion, the mushroom-shaped cloud, on fire, scorching the skies in it's furnace.

"Not like this. Dear god..."
-- - --- - ----

I did this pice when I was contesting with some others for a generals game on planetcnc. I used some random pencil, which I probabily found somewhere at school. Unfortunately I lost the contest but screw them. I've always hated behing judged anyway.