Played a game over the weekend with a bud. 600 pt match between Leia and Sloane. Ten Numb did somewhere around 30 damage to enemy squadrons. Enjoy.
And Ten there were Numb
nice! thanks for the share and report out.
Hello? Hello? Hello? Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone with Sloane?
Come on now
I hear your shields are down
Well I can increase your pain
Watch your screen explode again
Relax
I'll need some Intel first
Just the basic facts
Jan will show me where to burst.
There is no hope of you retreating
A distant ship smoking on the horizon
You aren’t getting through my brace
My crit’s blue and your squadron wing is decaying
When I was deployed I had a speed boost
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
You can’t contain, and no repair command
You sure are in a jam
I have become comfortably Numb
OP
Just a triple pinprick
There'll be no more, TIEs for you
And you may feel a little sick
Fighter Ambush?
Obstructed B-wings lurking, good
That'll get you blowing up in smoke
Come on it's time to go
There is no hope of you retreating
A distant ship, smoking on the horizon
You aren’t getting through my brace
My crit’s blue and your squadron wing is decaying
When I was deployed
I caught a fleet of Imps
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look and it was bombed
I cannot put my finger on it now
Defiance has flown
The fleet is gone
I have become comfortably Numb
On 5/16/2018 at 5:12 PM, The Jabbawookie said:Hello? Hello? Hello? Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone with Sloane?
Come on now
I hear your shields are down
Well I can increase your pain
Watch your screen explode again
Relax
I'll need some Intel first
Just the basic facts
Jan will show me where to burst.
There is no hope of you retreating
A distant ship smoking on the horizon
You aren’t getting through my brace
My crit’s blue and your squadron wing is decaying
When I was deployed I had a speed boost
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
You can’t contain, and no repair command
You sure are in a jam
I have become comfortably Numb
OP
Just a triple pinprick
There'll be no more, TIEs for you
And you may feel a little sick
Fighter Ambush?
Obstructed B-wings lurking, good
That'll get you blowing up in smoke
Come on it's time to go
There is no hope of you retreating
A distant ship, smoking on the horizon
You aren’t getting through my brace
My crit’s blue and your squadron wing is decaying
When I was deployed
I caught a fleet of Imps
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look and it was bombed
I cannot put my finger on it now
Defiance has flown
The fleet is gone
I have become comfortably Numb
That is hilarious!