[i]A familiar old Vertibird roars over the Dojo, and lands in the central square, before taking off and leaving again. A man wearing midwestern power armor steps out. His cloak is torn to pieces, but is not a cloak... It is the Old World Flag... He now bears a deathclaw skull on one shoulder pauldron. On the other, sits an M2HB .50 caliber machine gun. His helmet has splatters of blood on it, and the armor bears many scratches and scrapes. A heavy bowie knife sits under the deathclaw skull on the shoulder pauldron as well, a combat knife on his calf. Two belts of .50 caliber ammunition run across his chest. As he steps down from the gunship, an MG3 is in his hand.[/i] Holy shit you guys are still here? Damn.