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October 3, 1941 - ~2330hrs --------------------------------- "Get your hands off my stuff." With a start, several of them turned around, as if caught with their hands in a cookie jar. Four of them were gathered around my footlocker, sifting through my things; some of my personal belongings were already strewn across their bunks. A small care package from my sister was torn open and half its contents devoured. "I said get your hands off my stuff, you loving vultures." I stormed into the tent, grabbed the nearest one, Lt. Urcinius, by the collar and bodily threw him across his bed, my oil-soaked hands leaving a black smear across his uniform shirt. With that, the other three scattered to the corners of the tent, dropping my belongings. I calmly began gathering my things. "Sorry, comrade," Lt. Grumio finally piped up as he slid onto his cot. "We thought you were dead." I rummaged under my pillow (the one place they hadn't looked yet), located the bottle of brandy, and took a long pull. "I assure you, I'm very much alive. I'm covered in mud and oil, stinking of sweat, and my backside is aching from that loving truck ride. No, I rather wish I was dead, but it would seem my work for the motherland is not yet done." "What happened to you," Gooch OneEightOne asked as I stripped to clean myself as best I could in the frigid air. He still hadn't flown his first combat mission and was eager to learn everything he could. "It was a sweep over enemy territory."  "We were to parallel the front line to the north, then not far from Karmanovo, turn west into enemy territory." This time, when I had seen the heavy black line plunging into fascist-held territory, my stomach did not turn so violently as it had two days before.  "There were six of us. Kap. Jarmak led, I was in the number four slot."  "As is often the case, things started off well enough." I shivered in the cold as I scrubbed oil from my exposed skin. It had begun to coagulate and harden and the skin beneath it began to burn.    https://i.imgur.com/Rnn9EWR.mp4  "What was wrong with you, though," I asked, nodding at HerpOmni5. "You were lagging behind the formation almost the entire flight."  "My supercharger was acting up. It kept slipping out of high boost." "Why didn't you turn back," Urcinius asked. "And miss out on the action? Never." The bravado was awkward and thinly-veiled. Like any of us, HerpOmni5 didn't want to be alone in a sky full of fascists. "So, I limped along as best I could. It seemed to hold after a while."  "We had just turned towards our last patrol point and had begun to think the Luftwaffe was taking a holiday when Kap. Jarmak suddenly flashed to the left," I mimicked the motion of his aircraft pulling hard up and over my nose with outstretched hands. "As he did, I saw them too. A stack of fascists just south of us."  "Pretty soon, a second flight materialized and we quickly realized there were two unescorted bomber formations for us to attack."   "Like wolves on a flock of sheep. A fighter pilot's dream," Gooch said with a sigh. "It wasn't quite that easy, comrade" Grumio said coldly. "Sheep usually don't have machine guns watching their backsides." He sat up on his cot, stretched, and added, "I saw you dive for the trailing plane, Fourthree."   "I did. I had him dead to rights, but at the last moment, he evaded left and threw off my aim.  Again, using my hands to illustrate, "I pulled hard and got the nose around on him and let loose with everything I had.  "I definitely hit him, and hard, but probably not enough to bring him down. Those Stukas can really take a beating." Grumio and Oglogoth nodded in agreement.   https://i.imgur.com/NWU67vr.mp4 SLt. Minto Took, who'd been quietly listening as he stood near the small stove in the center of the tent added, "Yes I saw you hit him just as I was lining up on the flight leader. Oglogoth and I went after him, but he jinked too."    Oglogoth nodded in resignation, "my heart was beating so hard, my aim was poo poo. My rounds passed over the top of him. Too bad his tail gunner wasn't as shaken as I was. The bastard hit my plane hard. A string of bullets stitched three holes in a perfect row right across my instrument panel. I have no idea how I wasn't hit."  "My shooting was a little better on my second pass," Took added. "I saw hits all along his left wing."  Grumio sat up with a start, "Yes, was that when you almost rammed him?" Took blushed and replied sheepishly, "Uh... well, yes. I suppose I did get a little too close."  Grumio rolled his eyes and slapped his bunk, "you ladies couldn't hit a dead duck from a meter away. You're lucky any of you made it back. At this rate, you might as well escort the loving fascists straight to Moscow." He shook his head, "when you have one of those fascist bastards in your sights, your hands have to be as steady as stone. Personally, I nearly cut the right wing off one of them."   "Just look at Kap. Jarmak. He chased one of them into its attack dive! Can you believe that?"  "I lost sight of him after that, but I hear he claimed that one downed," Oglogoth added. "So, what happened after that, Fourthree?" "Well, the Stuka I hit fell out of formation, but I lost track of him, so I went after the next ship in line. It was a bad angle and I should have set up better, but I pressed the attack.  "I landed a few hits, but the bastard's stinger hit me as I passed by.   https://i.imgur.com/rPVD7f8.mp4 "Immediately, I knew it was serious.  "The engine started howling and the oil pressure dropped to nearly zero. I couldn't see poo poo because oil was covering the windscreen. I cracked the canopy and tried to look outside, but got a face full of oil for my efforts. Before long, I was covered in the poo poo.  "Checking my map, I realized that the closest friendly base was that P-40 field near Gorstovo, so I turned east. Finally, with the engine sounding worse and worse, I found the field.  "Just then, the engine gave out. https://i.imgur.com/PAltKjb.mp4 "I knew right then I didn't have enough altitude to glide to either Gorstovo or Kholm, but I had to try.  "Finally, it was clear that if I kept trying for either field, I would end up scattered across a forest, so I decided to make a landing in an open pasture between the airbases.   "I dove so that I would have enough speed to allow me to deploy my flaps and gear, leveled out just above the ground, and dropped into the pasture. Amazingly, my luck - and landing gear - held out." I didn't tell them that as the adrenaline rush crashed, I vomited over the side of the cockpit and onto the left wing. https://i.imgur.com/GLhyF7i.mp4 "Not the prettiest landing, but the plane will fly again.  "A nearby anti-aircraft unit saw my landing and picked me up. After a couple drinks - but of course, no bath - they dumped me in the back of a GAZ. I have been banging around in the back of that jalopie until I came here to find you animals ransacking my things, eating my food, and generally being happier than pigs in poo poo - at my expense." "So are you claiming any kills," HerpOmni5 asked. "No," I replied with a dejected sigh. "After my engine was hit, I was just focusing on trying to get on the ground. I don't know what happened to either of those Stukas." "Ah hahaha," Grumio laughed gruffly, snatching the brandy bottle from my oily hand. Raising the bottle to his mouth with a wink he said, "looks like you're the odd man out then!" "Why," I asked. "We each got one Stuka," HerpOmni5 replied. "Five kills, and now with you back," he added quietly, "no losses."   "Everyone make it back okay?" "Yes, comrade," Gooch said with a wan smile. "They're all safely back." "Well, that's good enough for me then," I said with a distracted nod. I pulled my brandy from Grumio's hands and laid down on my cot, the rest of the group dispersing quietly. Sleep came hard that night. --------------------------------- October 4, 1941 - ~1210hrs --------------------------------- Sometime before dawn, I finally drifted off. After what felt like seconds later, I was awakened by the morning flight departing for patrol. I knew I wasn't on the alert list for the morning since, at the time the list was written, the group thought I was dead... and there's little sense in assigning an airplane to a dead man. After breakfast, a check of the afternoon alert list showed that was slated for another mission. So, I spent the morning in a futile effort to remove more oil from every corner of my body. Sometime after noon, the rasp of aircraft engines could be heard as the morning flight returned. As they drew nearer, one dot grew into two, two into three... but that was all. Heavy smoke trailed behind one of the LaGGs and another had a hole so large in its left wing that a man could stand in it without touching the edges. They staggered in, the holed LaGG ground looping violently after its left wing sagged and caught the ground. In a short while, rumors - some true, some fantastic - were circulating. The mission had been a disaster. Kap. Jobbo Fett's four-man patrol had been jumped by a dozen Messerschmitts. They had fought hard, but stood no chance. Lt. Urcinius brought down one, but a fascist put a cannon round into his engine that set the aircraft on fire. According to Kap Fett's testimony, the flames engulfed the cockpit immediately and he saw no chutes emerge before the aircraft disappeared, nose straight down, into a forest.   [Author's note: these represent simulated missions and, I believe, are determined by an RNG within PWCG. These missions are not actually flown. I have zero control over them, and as they appear in the narrative, they are pure fiction.] Szt Abongination was shot up too, but managed to bring his crippled bird back. He thought he got one, but no one saw it to corroborate the claim. A cannon round battered the engine, its shrapnel smashing coolant lines, peppering his face and arms, and carrying away a third of his right ear. His wounds were not life-threatening, but he will be out of the fight for some time.  Sadly, Gooch OneEightOne got his first taste of combat. It was his aircraft with the holed left wing that ground looped on landing. Ground crews had counted over 150 holes in his aircraft, but by all accounts he had fought like a lion. A German machine gun bullet tore through his left thigh, ricocheted off his seat and embedded itself in the back of his right foot. It's a wonder he brought the aircraft down at all; he had been staunching the flow of blood from his thigh with his right hand, and operating all the controls with the left. The medics believe he will fight another day though. Perhaps he will get a chance to exact revenge on the fascist bastard that did this to him.  These images were still in my head as I suited up and headed to the ready room to prepare for the afternoon's flight. Chuck_D fucked around with this message at 01:41 on Jun 2, 2020 |
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It's nothing a few days of getting liquored up in the rear won't cure!
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Really cool LP. I would not have thought that it would be possible to do a screenshot LP of a flight sim. Digging those GIFs.Gewehr 43 posted:"I dove so that I would have enough speed to allow me to deploy my flaps and gear, leveled out just above the ground, and dropped into the pasture. Amazingly, my luck - and landing gear - held out." I didn't tell them that as the adrenaline rush crashed, I vomited over the side of the cockpit and onto the left wing. And hey, at least you vomited outside the cockpit - a little less work for the ground crew! I mean, besides patching up the holes, switching out the engine, and so on ...
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If you don't have enough reserve speed you tend to land rather.. abruptly when you put down gear and flaps.
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^^Precisely.DTurtle posted:Really cool LP. I would not have thought that it would be possible to do a screenshot LP of a flight sim. Digging those GIFs. I could have just belly landed and, truth be told, that was my initial intent. Once I saw how relatively flat the pasture was, I decided to try for a wheels-down landing. Before making the dive, my speed was such that I was afraid I would just float into the treeline at the far end of the field, so I wanted to get low, dirty up the airplane, slow down, and drop it into the field. There are a number of different ways I could have handled it, but ultimately things played out okay. My bigger mistake was not angling directly towards the airfield the minute I saw it. I'd been hoping my engine would hold out long enough for an abbreviated pattern, so I flew at an oblique angle to the field to try to set that up. When the engine conked earlier than I expected, I ended up too far out to make the glide.
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Pharnakes posted:If you don't have enough reserve speed you tend to land rather.. abruptly when you put down gear and flaps.  I was thinking that maybe you need a certain speed so that the airflow helps the gear and flaps deploy, but that didn't seem to make any sense at all.... Gewehr 43 posted:I could have just belly landed and, truth be told, that was my initial intent. Once I saw how relatively flat the pasture was, I decided to try for a wheels-down landing. Before making the dive, my speed was such that I was afraid I would just float into the treeline at the far end of the field, so I wanted to get low, dirty up the airplane, slow down, and drop it into the field. There are a number of different ways I could have handled it, but ultimately things played out okay. My bigger mistake was not angling directly towards the airfield the minute I saw it. I'd been hoping my engine would hold out long enough for an abbreviated pattern, so I flew at an oblique angle to the field to try to set that up. When the engine conked earlier than I expected, I ended up too far out to make the glide.  Flying is strange.
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DTurtle posted:Ah, so you were too fast AND too slow. Got it I think the primary misconception here is the notion that I have any idea what I'm doing in the cockpit.  They don't teach advanced combat maneuvers in the private pilot's course. At least not in the 90's they didn't. They do teach engine-out landings, so, in the end, I think my decisions turned out okay. Mission three is done and the media is edited. Just need to put together the narrative. Should be up in a couple days. This was a good one.
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Gewehr 43 posted:This was a good one. R.I.P. comrades
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[Hopefully all the videos will buffer correctly. I had to use alternate hosting for several of them as they're too big for imgur. If it's a bust, I'll re-up them to youtube and try to embed them.] --------------------------------- October 4, 1941 - ~2350hrs --------------------------------- With the merriment and revelry dying down, I pushed the tent flap back to leave. As the cold, crisp night air stung my face, a hand fell heavily on my shoulder, spinning me around. With all the fighter's instinct they could muster, my inebriated senses braced for the impact they knew was coming. Yet as I turned, another hand fell on my other shoulder, heavy as if its owner was trying to steady himself. There, in the darkness Kap. Jobbo_Fett stood before me, indeed bracing himself on my shoulders. His breath stank of alcohol - or was it mine? - his wide, toothy grin uncurled itself, leaving his gold tooth gleaming eerily under the moon. In the pale light, I couldn't be sure, but I don't think his eyes could focus clearly on me. "You saved me, comrade," he said quietly. In a breath, my arms uncoiled and my hands unfurled from their clenched fists, all the tension of the previous moment vanishing into the night air. I sighed and laughed slightly... we had told and retold this story a thousand times tonight. "I. I did nothing but my duty. You... You would have done the same for me." He drew in closer as if to focus more clearly, nearly losing his footing for the effort, "Someday, comrade, I shall repay you. You saved me up there today and I do not forget such things quickly." His grin widened, "but tonight! I drink!" And with that, he turned and stumbled back into the tent to join the the last of the party's revellers. I stood quietly for a moment, reflecting on his words, before turning up my collar and stumbling back to my own tent. --------------------------------- October 4, 1941 - ~1230hrs --------------------------------- We had been halfway through the briefing for today's afternoon mission when Fett burst in the door and took a seat in the back without saying a word, still garbed in his flight suit. He had just finished debriefing from his disastrous morning patrol and, as we came to find out later, had insisted on flying the afternoon mission. Only he knew if it was a sense of vengeance, or a desire to get right back on the horse that drove him, but more than a few of us cast curious glances around the room. Instead of a patrol, we were tasked this afternoon with attacking German vehicle traffic near Yuhnov.  We were to parallel the front lines south to Kostino, then turn right into enemy territory before attacking the target from the north.  Intelligence reported that a large supply convoy was due in the area to reinforce the German bomber bases near Kuyshinovo and Yuhnov. For today's flight, six of us would make the attack with 82mm rockets.  The briefing concluded and we gathered our gear. SLt Actionman tried to say something to Kap Fett as they left the building, but Fett just grunted in return. --------------------------------- October 4, 1941 - 1300hrs --------------------------------- At precisely 1300hrs, a flare arced gently from the control tower, and Fett's LaGG roared down the runway, followed by Took, Syphen, Actionman, myself, and that miserable bastard from the night before, Grumio [author's note: love ya, babe.  ]. Ingress was uneventful as we proceeded in a loose formation, joining with our escorting MiG-3s near Kostino.  https://i.imgur.com/ozq5ueW.mp4 As we crossed the front line, we sighted a pair of fascist fighter bombers heading east to do their dirty work. A terse radio message from Kap Fett quickly dispelled any notions we may have had about tangling with them. With rockets under our wings, we wouldn't have been much use against enemy Messerschmitts, anyway.  A few seconds later, we swung south, passing over the enemy airdrome at Kuyshinovo. I was checking my radiator positions when a stream of tracers streaked by my cockpit, just a few feet off my nose. How I wasn't hit, I'll never know, but the bastards certainly had our range. We jinked to throw them off.  https://i.imgur.com/CcCU49Y.mp4 As we closed on Yuhnov, Fett ordered a general attack on ground targets. Tracing the map with my finger from my position to where the enemy supply convoy was supposed to be, it was immediately clear that Jerry had foiled our intel guys again. The only ground targets in the area were a couple dozen 37mm FlaK guns. Even the enemy airfields were mostly barren. Little did we realize how much this would turn out to our advantage. With our rockets still hanging heavily under our wings, we picked out individual guns and made our attacks. I held in high cover as Actionman rolled into an attack run on a gun who, but for his outbound tracer fire, would have been all but obscured.   My eyes followed the arc of Actionman's rockets as they sailed over the gun, detonating in the trees behind it. The gun unleashed a viscious volley of fire at Actionman just as I rolled into the attack, giving me a perfect target.  From a few hundred meters, the rockets shrieked forward, the first few cutting into a tree just before the target. The remaining missiles struck home, obliterating the gun.  https://i.imgur.com/JOXCtUM.mp4 As I climbed out of the attack run, following Actionman, I caught sight of SLt Took unleashing his rockets on another gun position in a wooded patch.  All around me, my squadronmates were unleashing hell on anything in Feldgrau, but after a brief search, I realized our MiG escorts were nowhere to be seen. So, with full ammunition magazines, I climbed and orbited over Yuhnov to provide my squad with high cover. It was a fortunate decision.  Just then, a German 109 streaked by my cockpit in a screaming dive.  I ripped the stick to the left and pulled it to my stomach, grunting hard against the G forces as they crushed me into my seat.  At the end of his dive, the fascist bastard had the speed advantage even as I opened my throttles to catch him. Just then, movement in the other direction caught my eye. It was Jobbo... and the Nazi was heading straight for him.  Focused on his strafing run, Jobbo later admitted that he never even saw the German lining up on him. It wasn't until tracers were ripping past his cockpit that he awoke to the danger.  Jobbo opened his throttle, but the 109 was too fast; it was only a matter of time. Winging over hard left, the Jerry used his energy at the bottom of his dive to latch onto Jobbo's tail and quickly close the distance. The throttle lever nearly bent in my hand as I pushed my engine to its limits, quietly pleading, "come on! come on!" as I maneuvered for a lead pursuit angle. Following the German in a hard left turn, I closed - despite nearly blacking out - and ended up above the fascist. At the end of my energy, falling behind, and with the German closing rapidly on my Kapitan, I lined up and squeezed the trigger - hoping, if nothing else, to spook the Jerry off his attack run. Time seemed to slow as the glowing orange-yellow sparks lanced through the sky, fingers of fiery flame licking towards my friend's stalker... and planted themselves directly on the German's canopy.   At once, the enemy plane staggered and dropped to the right.     https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gfTR1_OpXQM Without the slightest effort towards recovery, I can only surmise the pilot was fatally hit by my first burst. One more of Hitler's Teutonic sons that will not trouble the motherland further. "Thank you, comrade," Jobbo said across the radio static. He sounded tired. With a dearth of ground targets, Jobbo ordered the flight to form up and return. As we slowly formed, SLt Syphen suddenly called out, "Bandit, 10 o'clock!" Immediately, Fett broke left and pursued, the rest of the formation following while I resumed my perch at high cover.  A lone He-111, damaged and smoking, was limping towards its base in a desperate bid for safety. As no less than five Russian fighters screamed in for the kill, the bomber's efforts were in vain. From my position at 1000m, I watched as the bomber withered, disintegrated, caught fire, and plunged into the ground. With the sting of the morning's losses - Urcinius, Gooch, and Abongination - I felt no remorse. To hell with you, Jerry. You and all of your friends. http://midmichtech.com/vids/il2/m3/vid5.mp4 "Tracer fire to the north," Grumio called excitedly. Snapping my head to the left, I saw the long, orange-yellow fingers of flame tracing across the sky and instantly recognized the form of He-111's. I squinted... a least a dozen of them, and our MiGs were on them. At least now I knew why they'd left us over the target area, glory-seeking bastards.  "General attack!" screamed Jobbo - the bloodlust clearly audible in his voice. In unison, six LaGG's roared to full power and ripped through the sky. Having no ground targets in the area meant that our ammunition magazines were nearly full when the bombers appeared. Tracers and smoke carved long, deadly ribbons across the sky and, without an enemy fighter anywhere in the sky, the German bombers crumbled beneath our guns.     Unleashing a long stream into the one nearest me, the left wing lit up with hits. It's crew quickly bailed and the Heinkel plunged into a forest, leaving a greasy smudge of smoke to mark its pyre. Ducking under it as I passed, I was just in time to see Actionman's fire rip pieces off another bomber that quickly fell to the ground.   In the chaos of battle, it was nearly impossible to keep track of what was happening. Bombers were falling everywhere, and as I lined up on another, my guns chattered then went silent: out of ammunition. I pulled high, clear of the battle, and silently cheered on as my squadron mates cut the enemy formation to ribbons. At last, as we chased the last two 111s to their base, both ended up crashing on landing mere meters from each other.  http://midmichtech.com/vids/il2/m3/vid6.mp4 Finally, with the sky clear of enemy planes, we formed up and returned home. All returning safe and sound.  It was a red letter day for the 11th FAR, we Butchers of Zenino.       After the briefing, we were informed that two new pilots had been transferred into to make good our losses.  We welcomed Lts Sauer and Commandante to the unit and showed them their places, though in retrospect, we made little effort to get to know them. I guess the shock of the morning's losses were still weighing heavily on our minds. In the end, our chests would hang heavy with medals.     At the medal ceremony, HerpOmni5 was promoted for his previous performance.  The ink had barely dried on the debriefing forms when the drink started flowing. For hours, we sang, and drank, and told stories of the day's successes; toasted Urcinius and our other lost comrades, drank some more, told more stories, and sang again until well into the night. Actionman had the worst of it. As the first official ace in our squadron, nearly everyone poured him a drink - several poured him multiple - and by the time I left, he was face down on a cot with a growing pool of vomit soaking into the ground underneath it. I staggered into my tent, put on another layer of clothes to ward off the chill, and curled up to sleep on my cot. I knew full well that today was a victory, but this war is far from over. Jerry will be back. Chuck_D fucked around with this message at 02:50 on Jun 10, 2020 |
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The new damage model is great, it's so satisfying seeing bits of aircraft flying off and how it effects the planes flight. Lucky to get a pilot kill on the 109, saved you some ammunition.
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Enjoying the LP, since there appears to be a few openings on the roster I'll toss my name for the roster. It will be interesting to see how long that pilot will last.
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Put me down as Mojanski, a polish refugee
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Now that's what I call a successful mission! Nice shooting.Popete posted:The new damage model is great, it's so satisfying seeing bits of aircraft flying off and how it effects the planes flight. Lucky to get a pilot kill on the 109, saved you some ammunition. 
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DTurtle posted:Now that's what I call a successful mission! Nice shooting. I was impressed at the friendly AI's shooting. All too often, they just sit behind a bomber spewing bullets without hitting anything until their mags run dry. In this case, multiple AI attack runs were accurate and devastating. There were so many 111s shot up by so many different AI pilots, it was difficult keeping all of them straight as I was doing the screen and video grabs. As for me, I got 100% lucky that pilot kill. It really was a desperation shot at a range farther than I would prefer to have fired. I just knew it was my best chance to keep him from ripping Jobbo's LaGG to pieces, so I gave it a go. Everyone that's asked to be added to the roster has been. I think I'll start flying 8-plane missions to keep up the involvement and keep the Chuck_D fucked around with this message at 15:51 on Jun 14, 2020 |
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Double post to ask for some feedback before I start the writeup for mission four: How is the format working out? Length okay? Too long, too short? More/fewer pics? More/fewer videos? Barring the hosting issues from mission 3 above, any suggestions on presentation? Any desire for the track files to be uploaded or whole mission recordings to be uploaded to youtube? It's been years since I've done an LP thread, and I'm kinda flying by the seat of my pants (pun intended) with respect to formatting, etc.
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I would say less photos or less [timg] tags Otherwise its alright so far.
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I like your format decisions and the amount of content.
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I think the narrative is fun and adds to immersion. The amount of pics/videos is good, just do the amount that your comfortable with as I'm sure it takes a good chunk of time to edit.
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Please stop using [timg] for all your pictures. Also, the mp4 videos are giant and break tables. The combination of tiny pictures and giant videos is weird.
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