Upon the realization that vast quantities of solar radiation had produced adequate conditions for space craft travel in the upper reaches of the galaxy, this pilot in training set out on a reconnaissance mission to explore portions of the boulder and gilpin nebulas.
The trail of the Orcs was found, followed shortly by the blair witch warp tunnel, where this pilot was momentarily concerned by the clearance of his handlebars.
Luckily, all obstacles were successfully avoided.
After reaching the intergalactic freeway, time was quickly traveled back to the eastern mongolian galaxy for the observation of various travel routes.
It was found that an unknown entity was determined to close this and many other routes by manner of obfuscation and obstruction. Not wanting to encounter the chainsaw wielder responsible for such damage, this pilot spent a great deal of time maneuvering his spaceship above ground by foot a good distance from the trail.
The enemy warlord has been hard at work destroying the habitat of this area in the name of forestry. And upon viewing the scene above, several remarks of frustration were issued, such as c*cksucker, goddamnmotherf*cker, and c*ntf*ckingsonofab*tch. But there is little a lone pilot can do to protect his forest from such ruthless violence, so I continued in search of the remains of other pilots, forced to hide by the BCOS's bullsh*t.
After visits to the blair bitch bridge (king nimby couldn't have been there more than an hour away) and other landmarks, and nearly four hours of travel, this pilot regained the mongolian intergalactic freeway, and headed for home. It was deemed a successful exploratory mission, and further evidence was discovered to mount the resistance and take back the mongolian empire.
Signing out
-P.i.t.
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