I'm dead. RIP. Exploded over enemy territory. Killed by a Knight traitor. I'm pushing daisies, enjoying time with earthworms, watching grass grow through my ribs. I'm spread over a wider area than Roseanne Barr. My health has declined to an all time low.
I would be happy to fly, it's just that I cannot locate my torso. Or any other part of my body. And Satan has me on Lion Feeding duty Saturday (he really is a nice guy, but all that mudslinging by religious groups has made him look bad).
In short, I'll have a hard time making it.
No honor in flying as a living dead, no incentive. I'd rather not be a target drone.
I probably will end up as one anyhow

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StSanta
JG54 "Grünherz"
"If you died a stones throw from your wingie; you did no wrong". - Hangtime