Air france crash photos
 

The world saw the disappearance of an A330 Air Frane during a trans
Atlantic flight between Rio to Paris .
Two shots taken inside the plane before it crashed. Unbelievable! Photos
taken inside the B 737 aircraft that was involved in a mid air collision
and crashed.....

A B737 had a mid air collision with the Embraer Legacy while cruising at
35,000 feet over South America . The Embraer Legacy, though seriously
damaged with the winglet ripped off, managed to make a landing at a
nearby airstrip in the midst of the Amazon jungle. The crew and passengers
of the Embraer Legacy had no idea what they had hit. The B737
however crashed, killing all crew and passengers on board.

The two photos attached were apparently taken by one of the passengers in
the B737, just after the collision and before the aircraft crashed. The
photos were retrieved from the camera's memory stick. You will never get
to see photos like this. In the first photo, there is a gaping hole in the
fuselage through which you can see the tailplane and vertical fin of the
aircraft. In the second photo, one of the passengers is being sucked out of
the gaping hole.
These photos were found in a digital Casio Z750, amidst the remains in
Serra do Cachimbo. Although the camera was destroyed, the Memory Stick was
recovered. Investigating the serial number of the camera, the owner was
identified as Paulo G. Muller, an actor of a theatre for children known in
the outskirts of Porto Alegre . It can be imagined that he was standing
during the impact with the Embraer Legacy and during the turbulence, he
managed to take these photos, just seconds after the tail loss the
aircraft plunged. So the camera was found near the cockpit. The structural
stress probably ripped the engines away, diminishing the falling speed,
protecting the electronic equipment but not unfortunately the victims.
Paulo Muller leaves behind two daughters, Bruna and Beatriz.


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good god

Show some fucking respect, people lost their lives.

That is some really disturbing photos

Isn't that a scene from that movie Alive?

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0106246/

Im calling bullshit

That's from Lost.

https://youtube.com/watch?v=6kXmSHPjc3M

http://img2.pict.com/29/e5/3e/168736...w/picture8.png

Looks fucking real

is it........... ?

Hahaha...

Haha, I knew it was from Lost the second I looked at it. Good effort though.

Damn sorry guys my bad I thought it was real

Thread fail

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Yeah because everything on the internets is real... :upsidedow

I'd hate to be in a plane crash. Especially the kind where the plane starts flipping in the air. Anyone without their seatbelt on is going to be thrown all over. Plus you've got two or three minutes of knowing you are about to die.

At least Sunny saved the thread

get out of your chair, walk down the hall to your bedroom, open the door, go into your room, head over to your closet, open the door, look down at the floor, see the clownshoes, put them on..

fucking clownshoes....

:1orglaugh:1orglaugh:1orglaugh

I'm amazed people actually believe this kind of BS..

I hear if you forward an email from microsoft to all your friends, you'll get millions of dollars too! *giggles*

Nice use of people being killed to promote your crap.

Thread Fail :)

bullshit

http://www.snopes.com/photos/accident/brazil737.asp

the pics are screenshots from the pilot episode of Lost...

anyone dumb enough to believe that someone was like 'plane is crashing, time to take photos' is an idiot

Epic Fail.

I heard those people are going to be on next seasons tv show LOST.

who knows.

There was a 747 that had fumes in its empty tank ignite and explode, which sheered off the front of the aircraft. The remaining part continued to fly, until it stalled anyway...

BTW... what do supposed photos from a Boeing 737 have to do with the Air France Airbus crash? Someone's just slapped a few sentences onto the start of a hoax email to make it more topical. Pffft.

Admit it: You want to be the sole survivor of an airline disaster. You aren't looking for a disaster to happen, but if it does, you see yourself coming through it.

I'm here to tell you that you're not out of touch with reality—you can do it. Sure, you'll take a few hits, and I'm not saying there won't be some sweaty flashbacks later on, but you'll make it. You'll sit up in your hospital bed and meet the press. Refreshingly, you will keep God out of your public comments, knowing that it's unfair to sing His praises when all of your dead fellow-passengers have no platform from which to offer an alternative view.

Let's say your jet blows apart at 35,000 feet. You exit the aircraft, and you begin to descend independently. Now what?
First of all, you're starting off a full mile higher than Everest, so after a few gulps of disappointing air you're going to black out. This is not a bad thing. If you have ever tried to keep your head when all about you are losing theirs, you know what I mean. This brief respite from the ambient fear and chaos will come to an end when you wake up at about 15,000 feet. Here begins the final phase of your descent, which will last about a minute. It is a time of planning and preparation. Look around you. What equipment is available? None? Are you sure? Look carefully. Perhaps a shipment of folded parachutes was in the cargo hold, and the blast opened the box and scattered them. One of these just might be within reach. Grab it, put it on, and hit the silk. You're sitting pretty.

Other items can be helpful as well. Let nature be your guide. See how yon maple seed gently wafts to earth on gossamer wings. Look around for a proportionate personal vehicle—some large, flat, aerodynamically suitable piece of wreckage. Mount it and ride, cowboy! Remember: molecules are your friends. You want a bunch of surface-area molecules hitting a bunch of atmospheric molecules in order to reduce your rate of acceleration.
As you fall, you're going to realize that your previous visualization of this experience has been off the mark. You have seen yourself as a loose, free body, and you've imagined yourself in the belly-down, limbs-out position (good: you remembered the molecules). But, pray tell, who unstrapped your seat belt? You could very well be riding your seat (or it could be riding you; if so, straighten up and fly right!); you might still be connected to an entire row of seats or to a row and some of the attached cabin structure.

If thus connected, you have some questions to address. Is your new conveyance air-worthy? If your entire row is intact and the seats are occupied, is the passenger next to you now going to feel free to break the code of silence your body language enjoined upon him at takeoff? If you choose to go it alone, simply unclasp your seat belt and drift free. Resist the common impulse to use the wreckage fragment as a "jumping-off point" to reduce your plunge-rate, not because you will thereby worsen the chances of those you leave behind (who are they kidding? they're goners!), but just because the effect of your puny jump is so small compared with the alarming Newtonian forces at work.

Just how fast are you going? Imagine standing atop a train going 120 mph, and the train goes through a tunnel but you do not. You hit the wall above the opening at 120 mph. That's how fast you will be going at the end of your fall. Yes, it's discouraging, but proper planning requires that you know the facts. You're used to seeing things fall more slowly. You're used to a jump from a swing or a jungle gym, or a fall from a three-story building on TV action news. Those folks are not going 120 mph. They will not bounce. You will bounce. Your body will be found some distance away from the dent you make in the soil (or crack in the concrete). Make no mistake: you will be motoring.

At this point you will think: trees. It's a reasonable thought. The concept of "breaking the fall" is powerful, as is the hopeful message implicit in the nursery song "Rock-a-bye, Baby," which one must assume from the affect of the average singer tells the story not of a baby's death but of its survival. You will want a tall tree with an excurrent growth pattern—a single, undivided trunk with lateral branches, delicate on top and thicker as you cascade downward. A conifer is best. The redwood is attractive for the way it rises to shorten your fall, but a word of caution here: the redwood's lowest branches grow dangerously high from the ground; having gone 35,000 feet, you don't want the last 50 feet to ruin everything. The perfectly tiered Norfolk Island pine is a natural safety net, so if you're near New Zealand, you're in luck, pilgrim. When crunch time comes, elongate your body and hit the tree limbs at a perfectly flat angle as close to the trunk as possible. Think!

Snow is good—soft, deep, drifted snow. Snow is lovely. Remember that you are the pilot and your body is the aircraft. By tilting forward and putting your hands at your side, you can modify your pitch and make progress not just vertically but horizontally as well. As you go down 15,000 feet, you can also go sideways two-thirds of that distance—that's two miles! Choose your landing zone. You be the boss.
If your search discloses no trees or snow, the parachutist's "five-point landing" is useful to remember even in the absence of a parachute. Meet the ground with your feet together, and fall sideways in such a way that five parts of your body successively absorb the shock, equally and in this order: feet, calf, thigh, buttock, and shoulder. 120 divided by 5 = 24. Not bad! 24 mph is only a bit faster than the speed at which experienced parachutists land. There will be some bruising and breakage but no loss of consciousness to delay your press conference. Just be sure to apportion the 120-mph blow in equal fifths. Concentrate!

Much will depend on your attitude. Don't let negative thinking ruin your descent. If you find yourself dwelling morbidly on your discouraging starting point of seven miles up, think of this: Thirty feet is the cutoff for fatality in a fall. That is, most who fall from thirty feet or higher die. Thirty feet! It's nothing! Pity the poor sod who falls from such a "height." What kind of planning time does he have?
Think of the pluses in your situation. For example, although you fall faster and faster for the first fifteen seconds or so, you soon reach "terminal velocity"—the point at which atmospheric drag resists gravity's acceleration in a perfect standoff. Not only do you stop speeding up, but because the air is thickening as you fall, you actually begin to slow down. With every foot that you drop, you are going slower and slower.
There's more. When parachutists focus on a landing zone, sometimes they become so fascinated with it that they forget to pull the ripcord. Since you probably have no ripcord, "target fixation" poses no danger. Count your blessings.

Think of others who have gone before you. Think of Vesna Vulovic, a flight attendant who in 1972 fell 33,000 feet in the tail of an exploded DC-9 jetliner; she landed in snow and lived. Vesna knew about molecules.
Think of Joe Hermann of the Royal Australian Air Force, blown out of his bomber in 1944 without a parachute. He found himself falling through the night sky amid airplane debris and wildly grabbed a piece of it. It turned out to be not debris at all, but rather a fellow flyer in the process of pulling his ripcord. Joe hung on and, as a courtesy, hit the ground first, breaking the fall of his savior and a mere two ribs of his own. Joe was not a quitter. Don't you be.
Think of Nick Alkemade, an RAF tailgunner who jumped from his flaming turret without a parachute and fell 18,000 feet. When he came to and saw stars overhead, he lit a cigarette. He would later describe the fall as "a pleasant experience." Nick's trick: fir trees, underbrush, and snow.

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nice film screens :)

Nekked Chix

rule

you are stupid as fuck if you can make jokes of people death

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thanks. :thumbsup

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internet is for real

Sunny is sexy

jesus, gotta get a plane on monday, damn it haha