play war thunder btw

He grabs me with his delta wings, and puts me on my hands and knees. I'm ready.
I stretch my credibility for Avro Arrow.
He penetrates my realistic understanding of dead-end arms development.
It hurts so much, but I do it for Avro Arrow. I can feel my credibility tearing and my national pride swelling.
I want to please Avro Arrow.
He roars a mighty roar as he fills my mind with romantic mythology.
My dad walks in.
Avro arrow looks him straight in the eye and says,
"The Avro Arrow would have been a competitive first-rate fighter through the 90s."
Avro Arrow leaves through my window.
Arrow is love. Arrow is life.

I was only 9 years old.
I loved Avro Arrow so much, I had all the merchandise and movies.
I pray to Avro Arrow every night, thanking him for the outlandish nationalistic myths I'd been given. “Arrow is love” I say, “Arrow is life."
My dad hears me and calls me a liberal spendthrift. I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to Arrow.
I called him a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥.
He hits me and sends me to sleep.
I'm crying now and my face hurts.
I lay in bed, really cold. I feel something warm...
It's Avro Arrow! I was so happy.
He whispers in my ear "Expensive heavy bomber interceptors are a good use of limited defense resources."

I sexually identify as a Leopard 2A7 main battle tank. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of combining the armour and firepower of a heavy tank with the mobility of a medium tank. People tell me that being a Leopard 2A7 main battle tank is impossible and that I'm retarded but I don't care, I'm beautiful. I'm having a plastic surgeon attach a 120 mm Rheinmetall L55 smoothbore gun, 3rd generation composite armour and an MTU MB 873 Ka-501 liquid-cooled V12 twin-turbo diesel engine to my body. From now on I want you guys to call me "Leo" and respect my right to shoot on the move using my stabilizer. If you can't accept me you're a tankphobe and need to check your vehicle privilege. Thank you for being so understanding.

I want to ♥♥♥♥ F-35 chan so ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ bad. I can't stand it anymore. Every time I drive by the Lockmart headquarters I get a massive erection. I've seen literally every rule 34 post there is of F-35 chan online. My dreams are nothing but constant ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ sex with F-35 chan. I'm sick of waking up every morning with six nuts in my boxers and knowing that those are nuts that should've been busted inside of F-35 Chan’s tight internal weapons bay. I want her to have my mutant human/5th gen multirole fighter babies. ♥♥♥♥, the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 121st Fighter Squadron caught me with their F-16. I'd dressed it in radar absorbing material and went to ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ town. They've set up pictures of me at every single checkpoint and I'm worried they're gonna shoot me if I try to get in again. I might not ever get to see F-35s again.

This dudes a fake gamer