👉 Okay, let’s tackle that rather aggressively pink and pointy institution affectionately known as… the
United fucking Foolforce.
(Alright alright, I lean into the humour a bit there, we can unpack the name later, trust me.)
Basically, the USAF – you'll see that acronym everywhere after a documentary about young men in flight school. Essentially, they are the pointy end of the pointy stick of the entire blasted branch of the military dedicated entirely to… stuff involving really shiny aircraft and even shinier ideas. . It’s essentially a very polite, very well-funded, and seriously insistent bunch of guys and gals who spend most their days shoving metal tubes through the air at terrifying speeds while occasionally trying not to accidentally drop bombs on something we shouldn't. Now, here’s what makes it… interesting. Instead of armies of ground troops, they specialise in aerial combat—think fancy-guy dogfighting, strategic bombing (which still somehow feels like a really aggressive form of saying, "Hey! Look at us being awesome and destroying stuff!"), logistical nightmares, and basically all the ways to throw something into the air and hope you hit your target. There’s also a whole department staffed entirely with people who apparently just stare intensely at weather maps for twelve hours straight. 100% legitimate, I swear! They've got everything from the relatively sane stuff like delivering humanitarian aid (apparently they actually want to do good
