/wfg/ Writefag General-My ancestors are smiling upon me, Imperial.

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Posting best mountain waifu to start thread
And with that, gnight.

So, /wfg/. How weird can a story get before you bail?

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I would like to extend my apologies once more for the chronic delays. Life has a funny way of screwing up my routine. Light My Fire is still on hiatus, but rest assured that I eager to continue as soon as I am back in a groove again. Right now, my irl schedule is a giant question mark.

>>33177680
Probably in the minority here, but whenever any real lewding comes up I'm done... implied or light lewd stuff can be OK if it isn't just self insert/pandering to the audience stuff...

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>>33177663
Anna, Alcohol and Light Bondage Edition

>>33177936
>mexican beer
You have to go back.

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>>33177936
>That sling
>Implications of lewding Anna
>MY Anna

Better check yourself there buddy

>>33178072
We know anon and Anna have gotten it on. You just don't want to admit that Anna and Anon are basically the parents of the house and DO the parents only things.

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>>33178072
I still don't have a name for my 1903A3 yet. I may need help coming up with a name.
>considering we have 6 Anons, numerous copies of names of rifles, etc.

>>33178037
It was cheap and I live here.

>>33178072
>Rule 34: No Exceptions
>Rule 35: If there isn't porn of it, there will be
You set your own grave ma'boy

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>>33178072
Don't make me bust out the screenshots.

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>>33176446
>Chink bias

In their defense they seem to have A LOT more American legendaries than Chinese.

Even the 'main character' of the plot is an M4 leading a squad of AR variants. I wouldn't be surprised if the devs are /k/ommandos.

>>33177916
So how much shit would I catch for mashing /tg/ and /k/ together with gratuitous amounts of gun spirits?

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>>33178526
I mean, most the shit regarding gun-spirits is not weapons related besides the fact that we mention the women are guns.
I'd say you'd get away with it and have a (probably) interesting idea.

>>33178526
as long as is decent written

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>>33178526
Shit, man....I post regularly in /tg/ threads as it is. Post some shit and find out.

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>>33178072
>>33178346
We're lewding Anna? say no more.

>>33178072
I'll have you know that your story is partially responsible for my purchase of a second 1903A3, I hope you're happy with yourself.

>>33178797
....pics?

>>33178586
>>33178625
>>33178626
Neato. Finally, am I going to catch shit for using greentext format?

I think it's time to return to the story that inspired my name fagging. Who wants Guy Gets Gramp's Garand: Remastered?

>>33178102
>>33178252
>>33178628
>>33178346
W-what two consenting adults do is no one elses business...

>>33178110
Names are important, make sure it's good one

>>33178797
This seems to be a lot of that going around. I know I bought a PTR a while ago when PTRfag first started his story, and he boughtr a 92fs shortly because of mine

>Been looking for another 1903 receiver for the sole purpose of building a custom 1903 chambered in 45-70

>>33178874
The second one is still on layaway, will get pics the week after next along with the one I have now.
>>33178924
That reminds me that I need to get something semi auto and in 308.
Also if you're serious about a 45-70 gun go out and get one of the highwall reproductions, I can't properly describe how good of a rifle they are.

>>33178901
nah, i mean like.... a wee bit over the half (?) are on that format, just make sure to differentiate the dialogs between characters i would suggest you check other authors works to get an idea on how to handle it

>>33178909
Sounds nice senpai.

>>33178924

I keep having to talk myself out of an M96 because of JTfag

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Oh what's goin on in the new thr-


Oh....

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>>33180532

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One quick screenshot bump before calling it a night.

>>33181160
I'll take over from here then.

>>33179826
I single tear just rolled down my cheek

>>33178909
Oh hell yes

>>33181658

that's just not fair....

fine, I'll go check gunbroker.

>>33178924
>names are important
No shit? And here I was, thinking I could name her "Sally" and call it a day.

>custom 1903 in 45-70
Well, say goodbye to those sight distance demarcations meaning anything

>>33178901
Nigga, just POST.

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>>33162531
I ain't doing much, just trying to comment on what I read.

>>33163262
Wow, so much tie in to other stories. I really like that, personally. I'm guessing that the aliens don't have weapon spirits, but do the human space guns have space geists? And do human rifle offspring ever come out as rifles?

>>33167833
That was quite the story. Very long. I recommend next time posting a pastebin link and maybe a bit of the story to act as a hook. It was entertaining, and I enjoyed the atmosphere you put out. I don't think the air could have lasted as long as it did in your story, though. If I remember correctly, the American GUPPY subs had to surface after a few days at most. Other than that, I enjoyed reading it.

>>33169412
That's pretty good so far. I'm enjoying it. Seems Daniel's about to get into some spooky Nazis. Can't wait to read the next part.

>>33172619
Damn. Pretty heavy ending. Physically and emotionally both. I wouldn't enjoy getting punched by a .50 BMG. Also enjoyed the crossover. I enjoy all crossovers, or most.

>>33175465
Shot my guns while I was home a week ago.

These are all responses to last thread, but hey, it'll bump this thread.

>>33178102
Could you please put what you have so far on the space story in a pastebin or link an existing one?

Ayy where the feels at

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>>33182682
I'm sick and it's my day off.

Time to write.

>>33182736
Whoops, guess not. Apparently, I'm having a guest stop by for a health and wellness checkup.

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>>33183617
Here's a new one for you, Polybro

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This is good advice by a quality writer. You should apply some of these tips to your own work.

>mfw nobody has written a Waffengeist for one of the German superguns
Get hyped faggot(s).

>>33183717
Nobody's written Waffegeist 40k, either.

>I want to
>I can't fucking WRITE

>>33182466
Alright, the night Reich goes to public status when I finish chapter three. so... SOON. soon.

>>33183745
Didn't someone write about an m2 in the 41st millennia.

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>>33183745
>I can't fucking WRITE
Do it anyway. The only way to get better at writing is to fucking write and be exposed to constructive criticism of your writing so you can write better.

>mfw 1911's are still removing heretics in the 42st millennium

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>>33184124
*41'st, fug

>>33183745
>Waffengeist 40k
No, those are just called machine-spirits. Or AI if you want to be ultra techno-heretical. It's better for everyone that the weapons don't become sentient.

>be me, a guardsman
>lasgun becomes sentient
>PraiseTheEmperor.dataslate
>lasgun gets corrupted by Chaos techno-sorcery
>kills me in my sleep
>such is life in the far future

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>>33184142
Yeah, now that I think about it, waffengeists would definitely be considered tech-heresy, or just regular old heresy-heresy.
>in the grim darkness of the far future, gun cuddles get you BLAM'd

>>33183745
Just write you fucking pussy. Get comfortable, draft up an outline and put the ideas on paper or a blank document. If you don't do it, how will you even know if you can write?

>>33183717
German s-supertank?

>>33183745
just go for it dude, you never know 'till you try

>"Well, the planet that talks to us across the universe is notable just about always and scientists follow with great interest. We have something similar to your internet. We call it planet band and this is a commonly asked question. But how old are you?"
"Twenty-seven."
>"Twenty seven. Just the right age." Pitra remarked almost to herself in a floating lilt. "We're here." She amended as the truck came to a stop outside the hut.
"Just the right age for WHAT?" Jack answered in an almost accusing tone.
>"Well, I'll give you some time to get comfortable with the idea. But when that time's over, you won't be able to stop me."
>Jack looked over to Pitra as he exited the vehicle and stared in shock as he realized what she was on about.
"Well I'm glad you're so fond of me, then."

four hours later.
>Pitra woke to an empty bed, where she knew she previously held Jack, his lower core temperature cooling her, feeding into what she felt to be a balance of heat between a creature sensitive to the cold and attracted to the heat of her body, and herself, at home in the heat, but unable to resist the sensation of something, like jack, warm but cool to the touch.
>She rose and threw on a shirt and fatigues, quickly searching the hut for him, finding that he was nowhere in sight.
>She exited her hut to find the area around her was quiet. "Has he run away? Why would he? Is he really that opposed to what I had in mind for him? Did. Did he wander off in his sleep?"
>Pitra stared off into the distance, the silver tones of the planet's two moons, which happened to be full tonight illuminating no tracks, no trampled foliage. Wherever Jack had gone, he didn't leave any tracks. He left like a ghost chasing a shadow.

>>33185354
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-f6X71ab1OM
>"Fuuuuuuck. So there's an alien on the loose in a rural community. I hope whoever sees him first takes sleep medication and is running in the middle of nowhere." Pitra remarked to herself in Acrani. A young girl ran over a ridge and into her view, likely a child on one of the nearby farms.
>"HELP! You're military aren't you?!" The girl asked acrani
>"Yes, I'm military... Have you by any chance seen an alien? Looks like one of us but with smaller eyes, white skin and bigger than most men?"
>"THE SAME! COME ON, THIS WAY!" The girl exclaimed before beginning a sprint back to her farm with Pitra in tow.
>two kilometers of running later they reached the perimeter of the farm, running across half the northern third of the property before coming to a stop.
>"We last saw it that way, it was screaming at its reflection in the pond." the little girl said, pointing into the horizon "I don't want to go back to it, what do we do?"
>"Go inside, stay there. If it's the one I think it is, it'll be fine, just stay calm and go inside. I'll come tell you if I can solve it." Pitra instructed, then started off in the direct the girl pointed.
>Pitra could hear the screams. She was certain it was Jack, his screams of denigration and ire piercing the landscape. There was no certainty to who the screams were directed at, but they were filled with rage and venom.
>As she came close, five hundred yards, the screams vaguely took shape. Three hundred.
"USELESS... VERMIN... UNWORTHY... PARASITE!" Came the words, punctuated by seconds, and audible only between Pitra's breaths.
>Pitra came a hundred yards out to see a woman crouched behind a tree fifty yards from the pond where she could clearly see Jack scathing at his own reflection in the water, striking out at it.
>Pitra approached the woman, and crouched with her. "How long has he been doing this?" She asked in hushed Acrani.
>"About an Hour and a half." came the reply.
"He's not okay."

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>>33184744
>supertank
Oh no, we're getting a full-bore, 80cm, rail-car-transported supergun. It weighed a whopping 1350 tonnes, and fired a seven tonne shell almost 30 miles. The barrel alone was over 100 feet long. It took almost 2500 men to make sure the gun had the logistical base necessary to fight.

In other words: the biggest gun you can find.

>>33186113
what was that other one you posted some threads back?

I like taking vitamin B supplements.

Every time I go to the bathroom I gatorade lemon-lime comes out of my pee pee like the guys in the commercials. I don't drink it out of principle but lemon-lime is the best flavor.

>>33185588
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oED4gk-LUyM
>"How do you know?" Asked the woman
"I can't really answer that. He's a bit of a guest. You should run back to the house, let me take care of him."
>"Oh. Okay. Thanks." The woman said before beginning a jog back to her hut.
>Pitra waited as she watched the woman disappear from sight. fixing her red eyes on the screaming man.
"FUUUCK YOOUU PARASITE!!!" Jack finished, pointing down into the water before walking out of the pond before collapsing on the ground nearby.
>Pitra rushed over and rolled him onto his back. eyelids lifted to reveal a darkened set of Green eyes, unresponsively scanning the area, only occasionally collimated on one item or another in the sky.
>slowly, Pitra moved him further away from the water and propped him against a plant that could roughly be described as a tree.
>Looking over his body, he seemed to have no harm, save for the obvious scarring that occurred during the orbital drop, patched up during his four weeks in a coma in the hospital. The only OBVIOUS change in his physical condition was the suddenly changed pigmentation of his eyes, previously the powdery blue that had befallen all who entered the nano suit, now a bright green.
>"Jack, can you hear me?" she asked him, hoping to pierce through the disorienting haze that had descended into Jack's mind.
>Slowly, Jack's eyes collimated and focused on her, their new green tint giving a soft glow in the silver tones of the moonlight.
"Pitra? Where am I?"
>"You don't remember?"
"No. Last thing I remember was going inside the hut."
>"You were screaming at the reflections in the pond."
"That's... painfully familiar. My first time out of the suit they didn't quite cut the link all the way. so I started wandering and screaming every time i saw my reflection for a few hours. I suppose the good news is that's the last of it. What have they done to me?"
>"I'm glad you're ok. Can you walk?"
"I can walk. I just need a minute."

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>>33184130
>tfw 2k Deathkorps army
>tfw fucking barrels keep snapping
It isn't easy being patrician taste army.

>>33190430
To keep it thread related, have you read Love and Krieg?

>>33190466
Read it a long time ago, yeah. Currently following the thread inspired by it on /tg/. Batavi Anon is pretty fantastic at writing military drama (I guess that'd be the genre). There's a handful of other writers in there that are also pretty entertaining to read.

>>33190501
Aw shit, people are writing more? I haven't been back to /tg/ in a while, guess I'll head over.

>>33190525
Yeah, it's pretty awesome. There's not much organization with the pastebins, so catching up may be difficult, but it's pretty worthwhile for Batavi's story.

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>>33187167
Damn it, Narcissus! You're not supposed to look into a mirror. Could've had hot, alien fugging, but no. You just had to see what you looked like.

>>33190816
In TIME! I'm still laying out in my mind what does what and JUST HOW SIMILAR humans and Acra are. There are some differences even among the Acra who, like europeans or whoever, are "Like us" but foreign all the same. The chapter IS about suit separation syndrome.

My cat just caught the mouse under the kitchen sink.

MISSION SUCCESSFUL!

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>>33191378
Your cat is operator as fuck.

>>33187167
>"You're not getting a minute, those farmers come back and you're probably getting scooped up by the volunteers."
"Alright, help me up and I'll see if I can walk from there."
>"So, is terrorizing farmers your idea of fun?"
"I mean... depends on the method." Jack replied as Pitra helped him to his feet and began walking, her arm hooked into his to drag him onto her shoulder if he fell.
>"So... Any chance shit like this happened on your planet?"
"about two hundred twenty years ago, give or take a couple decades, people used to say they saw aliens all the time. Granted they were usually jogging in the desert, out in the middle of nowhere, and of course they had already taken their sleeping pills. For decades because of this, many considered ayy lmao's to be non-existent and anyone who reported sightings of them to be mentally defective."
>"What's causing this? Such odd behavior for what seems to be your temperament."
"The wandering was what is usually the last stages of separation syndrome. Typically they'd keep us in cells for five days after skinning while we got the mental apparitions to die down, and that was WITH the proper equipment and cutting the neural link during the skinning process."
>"Always with the suit, does anything ELSE ever make the source of your woes?"
"Lack of self worth amplified by the suit targeting it in an effort to discourage self skinning and body snatching?" Jack answered, only half sarcastically.
>"The suit can't talk! The suit doesn't have a mind!"
"Well, You'd think that'd be true when you're wearing a super computer so powerful it hacks alien computers, but..."
>"My woes are caused by high risk operations behind Icrah territory, thinking each one might be my last and I'll never have anyone shed a tear for my passing, and here you are, complaining your armor is talking to you."
"Yep. And you know what the kicker is?"
>"Shoot."
"You'll never have armor that talks to you."
>"Right where it hurts. Oh well. I have a pet alien."

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>>33190892
>>33191492
I'm not really preoccupied with the sweet lovings. I'm more concerned with whether I'm enjoying the story. And I am enjoying this one, very much. Really like the concept of the nano suits and the psychology of their wearers. Or does the suit wear the person?

November 30th, 1939. Leningrad, Soviet Union.

Vasili and the 44th had been deployed to aid in the defense of Leningrad and repel all enemy forces at the border. The Commissar was on his megaphone yelling the usual propaganda to the soldiers. Looking around, he could easily see the others eating up what the man was spewing, even some of the young officers straight out of the academy. One of the more weathered and hardier of the officers just shook out his match after lightning his hand-rolled cigar and walked out.

'Must be nice to have the option of personal time.' Vasili thought. From what the Commissar was saying, he could tell that war had been declared. Who the declarer is, they didnt say conveniently. All they told the men was that thier homeland demands noble protectors and that those of the 44th Rifle Company are among the first to be chosen to give thier lives in duty to the motherland.

"Soldiers of the Great Soviet Union! Heed my words as you prime your weapons of war, you are the first line of defense for your home. Only you can protect us from the madmen of the Finnish Army! Your names will forever be etched on the stones..." As the Commissar kept yelling, Vasili eventually tuned him out to think of Mila slung over his shoulder, the only companion for the past weeks of training he'd endured. His grip of the stock tightened and his fingers wrapped around the steel buttplate.

"Nervous?" A deep female voice in the back of his head asked. He gave a simple nod as it was the best response he could muster as he coudn't really just speak to nobody in particular in the spam-can of soldiers the room he was in became. "I would let you lay in my lap again to reassure you but seeing as it is quite crowded..." Vasili sighed briefly and tapped on her stock twice. "Dont push it, Idiot." Mila warned. A small chuckle escaped him.

>>33191898
Soon, the soldiers were being herded out of the room and down the snow filled street to the train station to take them to the nearest Soviet outpost. As the fresh snow crunched under thier boots, Vasili kept getting this sinking feeling like he was carrying lead bricks in his pouches and stomach. He had joined the army to escape farming potatoes for use in vodka but considering he was actually going to war and may lose his life to a man in the snowy woods, he'd prefer picking spuds in the frozen wastes with no gloves than to go into direct combat. "Hey...Vasili." a voice quietly addressed him to the right. Looking over to see Viktor sporting a confident smile, his morale rose a bit wiith the question of how this man could possibly be happy about going into an actual full-scale war.

"Yes, Viktor?" he asked with a shaky voice.

"Does this not excite you? We are going out to defend our country from whatever evil lies beyond our borders. We will come back as heroes I tell you." He exclaimed as loud as his quiet tone would allow.

Looking much more skeptical, Vasili could only inform him of the unfortunate. "Viktor, not all of us are coming home. I hope you know that."

"Oh come now, have faith in the good training the officers gave us! We didn't go to Siberia for nothing."

"They showed us how to run in the snow and lie down in the snow. Oh! they also taught us how to put up tent in snow, I feel so much better about not knowing how to spot enemy or shoot in snow with these thick gloves." He responded with sarcasm sprinkled about.

"Oh come now, instructor showed us how to shoot in first training. If you can shoot straight then you can shoot anywhere. You will live, I promise you." His wide smile didn't do much to assure the young private but it was a start.

>>33192002
The station filled up quickly as the soldiers started piling in, waiting for the train to arrive. Officers chatting amongst themselves as the general population did the same. With the station now completely full and the rest of the company waiting outside as everyone was already elbow to elbow, Vasili could only smell vodka, tobacco and sweat from the others just as nervous as he was. Not even the kind, caring rifle on his shoulder whispering and reassuring him that everything will work out could not keep him from falling deeper and deeper into his own despair. He could hear voices all around, some shaken, some stone cold, one in particular seemed quite cheerful and happy to be here.

'I don't want to be here, oh god help me. Get me out of here. Id give anything to be away from all this.' He thought as his limbs became heavier and his boots were seemingly bolted to the ground on which he stood. His thoughts swirled around his head faster than an angry whirlpool.

"Vasili..." a voice called, he pushed it aside as he stared into the void of his anguish.

'Dear Lord, if you're listening...'

"Vasili!" they called again.

'Is someone calling me? Who the hell is calling to me?' He asked himself as he looked up from the abyss to notice the last few soldiers were boarding the train. Viktor called to him from the crowd.

"Vasili! Get in here befor-"

"EGOROV! GET ON THE TRAIN, NOW!" An officer called to him from beside Viktor.

Lurching forward as his limbs retained that weight from his standing there, he picked up speed as the officer called again in their harsh tone. Stepping onto the train, he could feel their gazes pierce him as he'd caught some shit from the Lieutenant for holding up the departure. The brakes releasing sent a shudder through the cars and the men aboard. Within minutes, the train was screaming down the tracks toward the border and soon, the battlefield.

>>33192028
Arriving at the outpost a half mile from the border, the fresh soldiers were greeted with the sight of a new yet well worn concrete wall lined with impacts from various munitions and some pieces just completely missing. A few ranking soldiers stood at the platform waiting to greet the new Officers that would be leading the charge as the last one had headed for Viipuri with a sizable force intended on setting up a perimeter around the city for a later siege. Few returned as the only ones to come back were those that had not been wounded and were promptly reassigned to other squads to fill gaps along with those with light wounds like a shot to the leg or arm. The heavily wounded were presumed dead and or wouldn't make the trip back and left for the scavengers.

Gripping Mila tight enough to make the knuckles go white, he stepped off the train with the other first few by the train car doors. Massing up by the gate, the soldiers were addressed by the officers after being given a short briefing about the current situation. An officer spoke up after a couple minutes and welcomed them to the camp he'd just been sent to with them. Giving the soldiers a rough estimate of about 1,200 lost so far, resources and reinforcements were on the way as the T-26's were on the way with more munitions for the Maxim guns and their rifles. Finishing his speech with the usual 'keep your chin up' shit, the officer let the men know that they'd better get a good nights rest as they'd be moving out to press into the city at sunrise.

"Vasili...you're shaking. Please calm yourself, I am here for you." Mila whispered to him. His nervousness only amplified her own as her tone was clearly forced to be calm. "When the time comes, I will not fail you. Have faith in me." He simply brought his hand over to his shoulder to grab her and bring her closer. With a quick peck on the handguards, he set off into the camp.

http://pastebin.com/rfvT3Qdy
usual link

>>33192074
Neat. Like to see where this is going

Here is to hoping I'm not slammed this week and finally get back to continuing Hotline.

>>33193042
Ey! Yo! Vepr!

missed ya man

Vampire fag is up to date
>folder to catch up
http://pastebin.com/yx2D9baJ

>some corrections to the sticky

decided to add a recomended book bin, if its /k/ related itll get added and the name of the one that recomended it
http://pastebin.com/cp8dD5Fe

Writing question

If you have an endpoint, and a "you are HERE" in your story, how do you get from where you are to where you want to be?

And why is it so difficult to do, even when I already posted the endpoint in here?

>>33194344
wait, what do you mean? Like, you have a goal in your story, and wondering how to get there?

>>33194381
Yeah.

I posted the endpoint (or where I want to be before I quit the story) first. It was actually the first thing I posted. Now I'm somewhere in the middle of getting there.

Hell, I don't even know how I got THIS far. I didn't really have a plan to begin with, let alone a coherent story or plan/plot.

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>>33194473
>this is the second time I post in /wfg/ and get 4473
>what the fuck, man

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>>33192074
Aw. We all know he's going to get a bad experience in Karelia. He's gonna die, ain't he? But it's ok for now. We get some operator action in the Winter War.

>>33194504
/wfg/- Making dreams come true

>>33193046
Heya, anon. Been around, I just don't namefag too often. If things go well, next weekend at best, with lolnuke retconned

Hey, I'm by no means a regular in these threads; this is my first post in fact.

I am an allegedly professional author, and the only piece of advice I'd offer deals with voice.

My first editor relentlessly pounded this concept in to my brain - stay active.

Never say your subject was, 'X'.

Never say anything passively, that could be said directly. Don't beat around the bush. Just fucking say it.

Always be active; speak with absolute certainty.(except in character dialog or in scientific research papers that require concrete facts.

E.G. 'The sniper's bullet struck Tom in the chest while he was running between cover.' - crap

After two short steps, Tom's chest exploded - the nearby cover now impossibility distant.

But also knowing when to break these rules is equally important.

I write mostly coverage now, so I have to write in AP. It's great for getting as much info conveyed in as few words as possible.

But switching to passive voice can make the narrator seem nervous, anxious or unsure of themselves.

Especially when the rest of the narrative is active voice. This is a great tool for making your reader feel uneasy, or emphasize a schizophrenic nature of the narrator.

>>33194959
I was dropped as a child, what is the difference between passive and active?

>>33194473
I have written two pieces I *might* use as alternative endings to a story so I know what you are talking about, I have also decided that most of my stories exist in the same universe because reasons, I suggest writing short stories with similar characters to the ones from the story you are having trouble with & seeing if you could insert some of the shorts into that story, even if you decide not to, writing short stories could give you ideas for the story.

Okay, so here's the situation. I've recently discovered cowboy bebop and it's actually bretty gud. That said, I'm also dealing with some bullshit for reasons because something came up a couple days ago. so... I'm thinking of making that return to Michael and Ekatarina I promised, but I need a title, I roughly have the beginning of the story sketched out into a few tableau in my mind, but I don't have a title. I was thinking something along the lines of "Silent But Violent," or "Midland." I don't know, but the concept of it is pretty well defined for a decent stretch into the story.

>>33195458
What do you plan on going with it? We could always help out!

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>>33186113
The answer to
>>33195041


I can't be fucked to rearrange the post quotes.

>>33195458
I'm going to assume you want to have the title be referencing the actions, but in a -tongue-in-cheek way.

Find someone that has enough interest to give it thought, won't blow the story to us, and is witty. Ask them to mull the title over once they know the major concepts. Use what they come up with and see if it fits your style.

Then, post that shit, nigga.

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>>33196760

Where did everyone go...

>>33197602
I'm lurking, writing, learning to install gentoo, and searching for solutions to a problem with my drawing tablet.

>>33197602
>inb4 muh lives outside 4chan

>>33197602
School sucks.

>>33197602
Writing...

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>>33197602
Thinking of ways to kill the cop that gave me a ticket...

>>33197779
This eventually, but I'm going to go grab a bottle of Evan Williams first. XCR soon, I sware.

>>33197874
shouldn't have gotten pulled over. it's easy to avoid.

>>33197874
You one of THOSE people?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QCozh_vbYdM

>>33197602
Playing me some horizon zero dawn. A few minutes ago, I killed a watcher and the MC said "not this time, little one". Immediately reminded me of a certain anti-tank rifle.

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>>33197874

>>33198088
You're making me feel all nice over here

>>33197874
Can't get a ticket if you follow the road laws

>>33197717
its saturday nigth, some people have plans

>>33199604
Will we get to hear about the Pale King soon

>>33199613
She said she was working on it.

>>33197602
日本語習っている

>>33197602
Date night

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>>33199613
the what?

>>33199744
I think they believe YOU'RE FALwritefag

>>33199775
Nah, the picture just reminded me of it.

guys a few threads back i suggested a story about a cutout gun and it being a paraplegic, well i found vid about the shooting of a cutaway gun and its actually quite neat, be advised it can be considered too lewd.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phwDMrau_7Y

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>>33200471
That's more clever graphics than actually being a cutaway gun; kind of like an illustration in a book.
The closest thing you could to shooting a "cutaway" gun would probably be a skeletonized AR, as I don't think cutaways are functional.

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>>33198427
>>33198106
>>33198063
>>33197877
I didn't stop behind the line at a stop sign. I took the ticket without much question besides the "whaaa?" and moved on.

Let me fester in my anger and pretend this happened to that cop.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cw4aRTS9_yA

>>33200720
thats actually two guns one a cutaway and another intact overlapped and faded onto the other frame you can tell the detail, shadows and dents on the cartridges. pretty sure is an actual cutaway

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>>33199775
>>33199857

oh. nope. I'm just the anon that keeps the threads bumped.

>just replaced a button switch in my mouse between posts

>>33201273
fuck off thats my job.

>>33201278
>not Females(male) under the last box
Missed opportunity.

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>>33201346
I dunno. I didn't make the image.

>>33201656
FUCKING STOP!!!

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[Excerpt from "Stories from the Gun Counter" by Anonymous, May 2016]

So I went visited my local LGS earlier today

>pee outside the building
>prance up to counter
>BARK
>i'm a german shepherd
>the terrifically handsome young gun at the counter say's he'll check in the back
>BARK
>guy seems like he's been gone for years
>that's probably just because i'm a dog
>he finally returns, i'm overjoyed
>"sorry, all out of .22lr"
>BARK

>the acid finally wore off
>standing in a deep squat at the counter stretching my groin
>customer walks up
>asks if we have any .22lr
>hand him a box of .45-70
>customer thinks i'm joking
>1000yd stare right through his ass
>he starts to say something
>interrupt him with "i'll go check in the back"

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BUUUUUGSS!!!

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>>33202825
I remember some of those threads. They were good reads, a lot of them.

>>33203351
any idea if that anon still posts? maybe we could try to summon him.

>>33197602
Went to bed 14 hours early because sick

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>>33203383
Haven't seen the threads since August last year, but I've been gone a lot since then and only returned recently.

>>33203569
We may see him turn up towards late spring. If he is still here I figure he's probably in school. School cuts deep into shitposting time and I see several anons across various boards disappear and reemerge with the tides of college season.

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Morning Coffee Bump.

Come on in, find a seat you like - bar seats are open, and we'll get you something to drink.

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>>33203858
Gasoline pls

>>33204001
Wait... is that what JT stands for? Jagdtiger?

>>33204014
It took you since September to figure that out...?

>>33204024
I didn't lurk this board too extensively back then. I was watching the politics mess unfold on /pol/ and drawing penises in /ic/'s google doc sticky.

>>33204156
Now that sounds like fun

>>33204163
Fuck me, it's been that long...

I linked my sister to the master repository, she's gonna read everything all you fags have written and pass judgment on each story in it's current state.

I started her off with Anonover Heaven.

>>33204575
welp, this should be interesting

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>>33204575
You know that the pastebin is full of lewds, right?

>>33204592
I like to think I have good ideas.

>>33204611
Do you know anything about women?

>>33204575
>>33204592
I hope you're serious, because I'm also legitimately curious.

Anyone have any guesses as to how many words there are written in all the stories in the wfg sticky?

>>33204611
not all of the stories are lewd and their tagged, i like to think i did a fine job but then again i only put the NSFW tag on the ones that used the early formula of:

>meet gun
>fuck it

and a lot of those are writted by what and archive think was by a 12 year old due the way is writted wich caused us to add the fucking guide to write lewds and a lot of those lewds that were writted on the begining of /wfg/ and the move from /ak/ to /wfg/ didnt got binned due being, well shitty

>>33204650
you mean only on the sticky or on ALL of the stories?

>>33204575
Okay, name fag is deactivated. Please tell us what she thinks

>>33204656
ALL the stories.

If I had to take a random guess, I'd say around 1.3 million.

>>33204656
>and a lot of those are writted by what and archive think was by a 12 year old due the way is writted wich caused us to add the fucking guide to write lewds and a lot of those lewds that were writted on the begining of /wfg/ and the move from /ak/ to /wfg/ didnt got binned due being, well shitty

Has anyone really ever been so far even as decided to want to do look more like?

>>33204674
well the most recent back up of the stories im keeping is on the 2 MB range wich means there is 2097152 characters and JT has commented that the storie is on the 125k words range and JT is still working on it, then there is the stories Archive is keeping on, the ones some authors are keeping tab on, so i wouldnt be surprised if its over 1M

>>33204761
>>33204764
According to Google, the average word length in English is 5.1 characters. So that would put the word count at 411,206 on the stories you're keeping track of, not counting punctuation or spaces. That seems a little low to me. If I get a few hours of free time this week, I might count up the stories words. It'll probably be the productive thing I do this week.

>>33204024
I didn't figure it out until he posted it.

I'm now going to assume ATAnnie stands for Anti-Tank.

I shouldn't feel bad, considering that only a month ago I figured out why a fifth of liquor was called a fifth.

>>33204990
I mean, her name is Annie. And it's a PTRS-41, so I figure that's a reasonable assumption to make

>>33204575
And we should care because?

>>33205165
Not everyone expected their shit t be read.

I honestly didn't expect to write, much less have people read it.

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>>33205165
A girl is going to read your cheesy anime inspired pseudo-fanfiction. A GIRL! Muwahahahahahahaaa!

>>33204575
Its* current state.

You also need a semicolon between 'repository' and 'she's' if you expect to keep it as one sentence.

>>33205237
wouldnt be the first one either, gf found out why i have some zips called pastebin back up and she has posted at least once under my name along of the lines of "so this is where he spends some time, eh"

>>33204915
don't threaten me with a good time you.

>>33205237
I thought there was one or two who were writing as well?

>>33204575
brb deleting bin

>>33204575
Can't wait to see her reviews. Mine's probably gonna get ripped to shreads

>>33205377
I remember that, and we all had a big laugh at your expense.

>>33204575
>master repository
link plz.

>>33205598
It's in the OP
http://pastebin.com/5yG5C9ek

>>33205621
sorry about not realizing it was in op. several threads open over several boards. *I feel foolish* thank you.

>>33205396
Been doing a good bit of writing lately.
Got an easy dozen posts I still need to make...

>>33205868
How soon m8?

>>33191492
Brought to you by keeping my hospitalized grandmother's dog company and someone telling me "One doesn't blue an MP-5", here's more of The Night Reich.

Chapter 4:Human/Acra relations.
>The relationship between Human and Acra had always been an amicable one. Given that the two races had started their relationship, in more than one way, as a friendly phone call to someone down the street. It always had promise to grow friendlier as the two managed to meet, but to say that they would soon be sharing beds and snuggling with each other would have been ridiculous, and still was for all but Jack, who had so far been the only human to MEET the Acra. The fact that they'd treated him more or less as a guest and saw to it that he'd been taken care of was encouraging. Less so the fact that they'd kept referring to him as a "pet."
>Jack awoke to a head slipping onto his arm, his eyes opening and collimating on a pair of red irises and a warm smile greeting him. He couldn't help but smile contentedly as he realized his new reality. There'd almost certainly be some catch somewhere, and maybe he'd be the key that unlocked diplomacy between the worlds. If the rest of them were as similar and welcoming as he'd seen so far, it might be that in ten or twenty years time they'd be allies or better.
>As he felt Pitra snuggle up closer to him,he thought to the future. Would he become embedded in Acra military? would he ever go home? Did any of that even matter? Did he really care?
>"Lost in thought there, Jack?"
"Yeah. Considering my priorities."
>"Oh? What's on your mind?"
"Just the little questions. Will I ever go home? Do I care? How long until I outstay my welcome? Will I care? Will I stay that long?"
>"You wouldn't leave. Go back to what? The suit? You're a prisoner, a peon, just like me. Do you really think anything GOOD would await you? Tell me. Had I not been along, would they have even came to retrieve your body?"
"No. Nano soldiers are penal. Disposable assets."

>>33194473
For me personally, doing this can be a little bit difficult to define, and every story is different. I seem to come at every one of my stories with a different plan of how to reach said endpoint, and so I usually end up taking a lot of different paths to reach it.

That being said, I think you may discover this if you approach writing similarly to the way I do it, and that is, have your defined endpoint, know what it is. And simply write until you know in the back of your head that it's time to finish. I think if you just let yourself continue to run with it, eventually you'll hit that point where you sit down one day and say: "This is the last time I sit down and write in this story. And once I'm finished, it's time to begin something else." And it'll feel like the right time. Sometimes it may surprise you to find when that time is, I've had stories that I was finished what I wanted to accomplish in 118 pages, and I've got another story at 150 where I still feel like I may have 2x-3x that to finish that story, and then fill at minimum another and perhaps a third "book" to follow. However, if you approach your writing differently, this probably won't mean much to you, this is only a suggestion.

>>33204575
If your sister makes it to my stuff, I hope she enjoys them.

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>/wfg/ on page 9
>189 posts
>mfw

>>33207796
s-sorry

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"what civilians consider "gay" is called "raising team spirit" in the Army, what is called "gay in teh Army is knows as "brotherhood" in the Navy, what Navy calls "gay"...don't, just don't"

oops, it wasn't shitpost o'clock, was it, what ever...

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Do you guys still take requests? I was hoping someone would write something involving a gun getting sold and the drama that would ensue.

>>33208251
We've been there. And not sure if I want to go back

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Got the latest update to my still unnamed story. You can read it here:
http://pastebin.com/zy7SsnSy

Still not sure what the general reception to this is, and I'm not sure if people have been enjoying it that much, so I'd like some opinions on whether as to I should continue or not.

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>>33208288
>And not sure if I want to go back

So you say dubsanon, but I've been waiting for a good tragedy for a long while.

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Help me out here guys, what would a Jericho 941 waffegheist be like?
>Israeli redesign of a czech gun
>czech body with israeli accent?

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=pGwQwXKMuNQ

>>33208486
I already posted a link did someone say something about tragedy.

>>33208563
An israeli loli, but not animal-like

>>33207796
Blame the "official bump guy" for falling down on the job.

>>33208658
Also to add, she takes great pride in being in Cowboy Bebop

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>>33208563
Just suggesting here...

>>33188505
Yo poly what happened to all the trips from 2016..

>>33208675
unf

>>33208699
I'm still here. I just don't trip all too often...

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Aighty. I'm back.

>>33208699
its kinda the reason 10/22 wrote that bit that got added on the OP, if i dont get (you)s why write, also a mixture of: real life, author's block, its a hobbie....

if you want a writter to write give them (you)s, show interest on their stories...

>>33208486
Be careful what you wish for

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>>33209837
>Called for a gun meltdown story ages ago
>careful what you wish for

>>33209929
>Mud test video
>Consists of Ian throwing a tearful geist onto the muddy ground repeatedly

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>>33209962
I gotchu senpai

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>>33181658

This is your fault. Using tears is unfair.

>>33197874

I got pulled over by a very bored Statie today for not having a front plate. He used the sirens and everything. He seemed disappointed that was the only thing he could give me a warning on.

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>>33210014
Good,, but not sad enough.

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I WANT IT I NEED IT NEED IT TO MAKE ME FEEL HEATED SHAKE IT CAN'T TAKE IT MUST BREAK IT BREAK IT OFF YEAH WHEN I SAY

benis


Guess who's back and has a story for my beloved /k/ommandos!

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>>33210407
Nice, you're back!

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdN94dDFvww

"I was going to be a philosopher." Parker says, looking at Adahy from his bunk in the dark-shrouded, dusty room. A small book rests in Parker's hand, a small, dented signal lamp sits on the ground beside Parker's bed, thus giving him the ability to read. The Cherokee man, aged to a ripe forty-three, nods and grunts in a form of agreement. "My favorite subject was normative theories of ethics, what determines morality." Parker smiles, thinking about those late nights he would spend reading about Kant and Freud.

"I've never had to think about morality much." The Indian says, turning from the poster over a sleeping man's bed, a loose tack now fixed thanks to Adahy, "I leave that sort of thinking to younger folk." He says, now on his bunk. There was something about the rhythm in the Indian's voice that makes him so interesting to listen to. "It's very interesting, Chief, I'd suggest you look into it." Parker says, a smile brimming wide across his face. "There are several theories that I'm very interested in, such as Moral Subjectivity; it states that morality- what's good and bad- is determined based on what an individual thinks or feels." The boy, aged twenty-two, says with a happy tone, to which Adahy gives him a friendly smile and waves off the theory.

"My family had a name for that, we called it an 'opinion'." The Indian laughs, his voice dry and sturdy. Parker chuckles, less-enthused by the joke since he holds philosophy more closely to his heart than the Indian does. "Well, there's one theory that I try to live by, Utilitarianism; it states that what is good or bad is defined by a cost-benefit ratio. If the costs outweigh the benefits, it's morally wrong, if the benefits outweigh the costs, it's morally right." The boy states, now regaining some lost enthusiasm from Adahy's joke.

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>>33210460


Adahy smiles at Parker with friendly eyes, a low hum comes from him as he hesitates for a couple of seconds. "I didn't have much teaching when I was younger, so I don't have much to say about it. But when my great grandfather was young and still with his tribe, the village fool grew hateful of the powow players for he couldn't play the drums like the players could. So one night, in a fit of rage, the fool killed every single powow player in the village. When asked what was his reasoning for doing something so vile, my grandfather told me he said, 'I can not play like them.', he was exiled and died in the wilderness." Adahy takes a long pause, his smile had transitioned into a straight line during his tale, making him look stout and determined while telling the story.

"And?" Parker asks, eyebrows raised in expectation of a lesson. Adahy looks up at Parker and chuckles, "My dear boy, that's all there is to it." The Indian says, taking off his shoes, "But I figure, if you want something out of the story, that if you're going to do something wrong, don't do it over a damned drum." Adahy says, wise smile returning to his face and legs swinging up onto the bed. "Now it is time for me to rest, I suggest the same for you." The Indian says, rolling over to face away from the signal lamp. "Goodnight, Parker." Adahy says, clearing his throat and growing quiet.

"Goodnight, Chief." The kid says, hesitating for half a minute until closing the small book and turning the signal lamp off.

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>>33210476


The dull whirring of the thirteen-hundred horsepower engine keeps Parker focused on staying in formation, the mechanical sound constantly reminding him that he is a part of his machine, a part of a squadron. The story that Adahy told him the previous night resonates through the back of his head, "Make sure it's not a drum." He tells himself in his head, automatically contrasting the simple lesson with more advanced theories that he learned so long ago. A thought suddenly hits Parker, the thought to develop his own theory. Yeah, that sounds good, he'll share credit with Adahy when they both get out and will become renowned philosophers. Parker smiles, Adahy will certainly love the plan that he's come up with.

"We have glints at twelve-o'-clock!" The leader of the lead squad of twelve P-40F Warhawks says through the comms, causing Parker to look at the clock in his cockpit. "Seventeen-forty-five." he says quietly, reminding himself of how much fuel he has left, more than enough for an engagement. "Roger that, Red Leader!" One of the Brits who fly at fifteen-thousand feet chirps, the leader of the 66th FS flight begins a large right turn, causing the P-40s to loops slowly around, coming in behind the sixty-five low-flying Ju-52 transports in a little over a minute.

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>>33210495


"On your right, Freud." Parker's wingman, Ricky, says as they split form the main flight into their pairing. Parker's breath quickens a little as the large tri-engine transports become bigger and bigger in his reflector sight. Finally, the entire bomber fills the sight, by now two other Junkers have been hit, but now it's Parker's turn to earn a kill. The kid lets loose with the fifties, bright flashes erupt from the transports, causing large chunks of metal to break away from the plane and slam against the water. Parker pulls up and rolls, looking down at the damaged aircraft and watching the right horizontal stabilizer shake violently before suddenly flipping upwards and making the large plane roll right and disappear into a large white plume that rolls forward in place of the Junkers.

Parker looks forward again just in time to roll left, propeller missing the tail of a frantic Bf-110 by only a couple of feet, and as he looks back Parker spots a furious Spitfire pursuing the Messerschmitt. Parker rolls inverted and pulls into a dive, rolling back upright once he's finally facing down, going back in after the Junkers. Parker sights in on another one, the '52 next to it is engulfed in flames as a fellow P-40 pairing pulls away from the downed target. The kid lights up the transport, dark smoke pluming from the left-most engine, causing Parker to push the nose down so he doesn't collide with the plane. As the P-40 shifts down and to the right of the Ju-52, Parker jumps as he hears pops coming from the burning transport, causing him to look and see what is going on. The Krauts were lined up by the windows, firing their guns from the busted-out windows in an attempt to ward off the P-40s.

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>>33208486
>>33209929
Why must you tempt me?

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>>33210519


Suddenly, several loud pings come from the nose of Parker's P-40, the air intake of the Kittyhawk had been blasted apart, leaving the top of the cowling smooth without the protruding intake. In its place, bare aluminum remains, the tan paint being shot off with the intake. Parker rolls right and applies elevator, doing a tight combat turn until he was lined up behind one of the three- now sparse- V-formations of Junkers transports. The P-40 now runs just forty feet above the water, closing the distance between itself and a thrid lumbering Junkers. Parker pulls up behind the third Junkers, fifties screaming in his ear as the report of the bullets on the Junkers are instantaneous, coming in the form of bright flashes and white and black coolant spilling from the engines.

Just as Parker is about to pull off of the certainly doomed Ju-52, several explosions erupt from his wingman's plane. A Bf-109G is the first thing that Parker sees as he swivels his head to his right wing to check on his wingman, smoke rolling from the cannon in the prop hub and engine cowling as it pulls up and away from Ricky's P-40F, smoke billowing out of the engine and flames soon erupting from the cockpit. Ricky is visibly screaming and pounding against the canopy that traps him in his fiery tomb, but his comms must have gotten blown out by the 109 for Parker can not hear his wingman's agonized screams. Flames soon begin to flow from the exhausts as the entire front of the aircraft catches fire, suddenly plunging down and succumbing the same fate of Parker's first Ju-52.

>>33208251
And you. I have something almost parallel to your request. It's not quite what you asked for, but eh.

http://pastebin.com/5TBNd8SV

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>>33210600


The kid, however, does not shed a tear for his fallen comrade, not now, not during such an intense fight. The P-40 zooms over the damage Ju-52, gaining some altitude before he does another combat turn back onto the six of the V-formation. By now, land is quickly approaching and the Ju-52s are starting to slow down, Parker realizes exactly what's happening in just a couple of seconds. "They're going to crash-land, hit them before they reach land!" The kid shouts, closing in behind yet another Ju-52. "Roger-Wilco!" Several of the other pilots reply.

As the Junkers begin to role over the beach, several of the remaining ones break the V-formation and crash-land on the yellow sands, most of them catch fire due to the rough conditions of their landings. Dozens of German soldiers spill out onto the beach, dragging wounded and dead comrades off of the landed transports. Parker zooms over the frantic Krauts and observes them in their panic, he silently debates something deep inside of himself before doing a combat turn and diving at the beach. Bullets slice through the groups of Germans, causing some to fall or tumble over, death crowding the beach as the yellow sands soon turn red. Parker is successful in launching a second pass, this time hitting some of the downed Ju-52s and setting untouched fuel tanks ablaze that were previously dormant in the crash. However, coming towards the end of the second pass, the fifties stop chattering, cuing Parker to notify his other flight mates that he's returning to base. His other squadmates let him know that they heard him and Parker turns towards home.

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>>33210659


"Kills?" The correspondent asks, typing quickly on the typewriter. "Five Junkers fifty-twos in the air, four on the ground, probably fifty Germans." Parker says, clearing his throat as he finishes. "I'm sorry, fifty Germans? What do you mean by that?" The combat correspondent says, looking up from the typewriter. Parker clenches his pants leg, remorse stirring slightly inside him. "Well, some of the Ju-52s crashed on the beach, so I shot at the men as they got out." Parker says plainly, eyes tracing the table under his furrowed brows. "Why in the hell would you do that?" The correspondent asks him, pulling his arms away from the typewriter with a baffled look on his face.

"Utilitarianism." Parker responds, shoulders raising slightly in a half-hearted shrug. "I'm sorry, what?" The correspondent responds, eyes squinting in search of answers. "What is morally acceptable and unacceptable is determined through a cost-benefit ratio, if the benefits outweigh the costs it's acceptable, if the costs outweigh the benefits it's morally unacceptable." Parker says, hands finding one another in a clasp behind the kid's back. "If I let the Germans go, they would have killed more of us, so I shot them." He explains further, nodding when he's done to assure the correspondent and possibly himself that what he did was right.

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>>33210698


"Son, that's called reasoning, not Utalitaria-whatever you call it. Pros and cons are weighed and if you have more pros then you do it." The correspondent says, shaking his head as his arms slowly return to the typewriter throughout his explanation. "Well, y-yes that is true, but what I'm talking about deals with morality- what's right and wrong." Parker says, one hand leaving his back and gesturing forward while the other hangs by his thigh. "But there's no reason for morality in combat son, nobody needs it. It just gives you one more thing to distract yourself with." The correspondent says, shaking his head with a rather agitated look now gracing his face as he returns to typing up the report.

Parker, now laying in his bed several hours later, stares at the ceiling with a melancholic look upon his face. "Good evening, Parker." Adahy says as he enters the quarters and makes his way to his bed. "I would have been in sooner but I was talking to the ground crew chief. I'm going to get him to paint an Indian chief on the nose of my Warhawk." The Indian says with a smile. "I heard that your squadron engaged a transport flight, yes?" Parker nods silently, clearing his throat once more. "What did you do?" Adahy asks, taking off his shoes as he sits with his legs over the side of his bed.

"I killed men." The kid says, clenching his teeth with stress. "Well, of course you did, it's war. How many did you shoot down?" The Indian questions further, leaning forward with curiousness. "Five, I shot down five." The kid replies, closing his eyes to try and relax. "Good on you, you're an ace!" Adahy says, swinging his feet up onto the bed. "Good on me for what, Adahy?" Parker questions, looking at the rugged Indian who returns the look with somewhat confusion.

"Good on me for killing men over a drum?"

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>>33210721

The event retold in this story is the Palm Sunday Massacre, or the "Goose Shoot" of 22nd April, 1943. Three flights of P-40F Warhawks and a top-cover flight of Spitfires engaged 65 Ju-52 transports, an un-reported number of Bf-109/110s, an unreported number of Macchi C.202 fighters, and several Savoia bombers. In the end, 24 Ju-52s were shot down over sea, 35 crash-landed on the shore, 14 Bf-109s were shot down (Some could have been Macchi fighters, however.), and 2 Bf-110s were destroyed. On the contrary, six P-40s failed to return from the mission.

I tried my best to capture the events as best as I could, reading from a mission report that gives life to this story. Aside from the fictional characters, this is as close to the real thing as it can get, and I thank you anons greatly for reading.

http://pastebin.com/PWLzzvSy

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>>33210845
Here's a tasty (you) for another great story, Realfag. You always do well to capture the emotions of the battlefront.

>>33208465
Personally, I enjoy this one. It's got a unique twist to it, but at the same time isn't too far out there for what it is. My only complaint I guess would be that the girls in it are a bit 'generic', but otherwise I really like it. I can definitely see a lot of different things you could do with it if you continue, which I hope you do.

>>33210585

tempt you with what? you're a lazy bastard that gave up writing.

>>33210460

Good shit - excellent read! Music was def a nice touch, made me crave a good scotch,

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>>33211163
Yeah, that's pretty accurate. Back to doing nothing.

Good night guys. I'm retiring from being the bump anon so I can get back onto a normal sleep schedule.

>>33211074
Seeing as I have only two pages of character development written (the stuff I just posted), and most of that just being character descriptions, I can see the validity of that observation. Hopefully they don't stay that way for too long, though.
Glad to hear someone is enjoying it though.

>>33206541
>"And for that matter, even if you were back, WHAT would they have to say about you snuggling up to a blue woman with big red eyes?"
"I don't know, depends who you ask. Many would exclaim their lack of surprise for one thing, then there'd be a few that would call me a heretic, then I guess there's those that would remark about how human you look. Hell, play your cards right and they might extend your government an offer to take on the Berlin protocol and become declared part of the Human race. What would YOUR people say if they came in right now and saw us like we are?"
>"Basically an Acra male but huge with smaller eyes white skin and a bit more shy? They might accuse me of having exotic tastes for frail aliens, but the worst they might do would amount to... what's the word? Teasing? Is that the word?"
"So they wouldn't mind then, but they would joke about it?"
>"They don't mind if the alien is BASICALLY one of us."
"Who's the sick degenerate now?"
>"Ha, I suppose I can see that one. But tell me, what do you think of me?"
"In relation to the other Acra I've met? The humans?"
>"Tell me how you feel about me. If you keep being shy about it I'm gonna start breaking bones." Pitra demanded, all levity gone from her face, an intense focus beaming from her face.
>Jack saw the change in her, a bolt of fear went through him, there was a certain way of talking in complete sincerity while being disingenuous.
>Her comment about breaking bones wasn't it.
"Well, until the comment about breaking bones, I thought you were a very sweet and patient girl who had a very charming personality with a body and face to match. Now I'm starting to think all the above with just a hint of some psychotic possessiveness. To be honest, I'm getting the feeling that you're gonna be there any time I interact with any other Acra whether I know or want it or not." Jack answered dryly
>"Why would you WANT to talk to others, Am I not good enough for you!?" Pitra demanded, her chagrin evident.

>>33211513
MOAR!

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Wanted to share some early background art from my VN - progress is slow since now it's just waiting for resources to roll in.

Maybe I'll release a super proto-build of the demo with some assets I have.

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Does anyone here have links to all 8 issues of that comic series "Wunderwaffen"? Been looking all over for them and I've had no luck.
Pls help

I came here as quick as I could, I heard someone here has the screenshots from that one guy who bought a mosin, went innawoods, shot some guys who were doing a deal or some shit then op of it started freaking out after they left and his mosin started talking to him supposedly? Is anyone who has that here rn?

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>>33210495
>I have made a HUUUGE MISTAKE

>>33210845
>>33210947
As an aside, your transition from bunk talk to combat communication was a bit immediate and stark. Your....uh, blocking, as they say in film, or the positioning of your characters as action occurs, was unclear in the beginning of the fight, as well.

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>>33211513
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7skus7HWi_8
"Not good enough? Don't make me laugh... or do, I could USE a laugh right about now." Jack answered, the smirk on his face testifying to his quelling of her sudden distress.
>"S-so you're NOT going to try to get away from me?"
"I can live with possessive. I can't function in your society on the other hand, because of the language barrier and all that. Though now that I think of it, since we're on the topic... it seems like you went to a lot of effort to arrange your custody of me. Would you be so kind as to answer this... HOW did it come about that YOU speak English?" Jack asked, realization of something that may or may not be cause for concern crossing his face
>"Well... Truthfully, It's been a popular hobby for years to talk to humans by FTL voice relay, though that required modulation still and only the English speaking countries could afford, from what general knowledge I picked up, to host these lines of communication. So, having talked to humans for a couple years as a hobby, I really wanted to meet one in person. It's been a bit of an obsession for me. Then one day on a planet I can't name with a task I can't specify, I'm waiting to go home until two cruisers are away from the planet's orbit. hours later I'm picking up a set of armor that looks like your muscles if they weren't covered with all that skin. Four weeks later I've got my personal miracle, my obsession realized if you will, and here we are three days later. But... That probably sounds creepy and pathetic to you." Pitra answered, ending the length of it with a morose face that told Jack she'd bared her soul and awaited his merciless appraisal.
>Some compassion finally flowed through Jack's mind, this was finally someone he could relate with.
"No. I don't think that's pathetic." He said reassuringly. "I think you're just like me. Come here."
>Jack pulled Pitra close and held her tight, Reassuring the woman of his affections.

>>33211699
Demand and you shall receive. Btw I do this shit free hand so it comes into existence at the same time it comes to being posted.

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>>33212964
Hol-ee shit. I haven't seen those screenshots in forever. Worst case scenario you'll have to sort through all the stories in the bin to find what you're looking for.

>>33211394
Perhaps you could explain how she looked before and after her transformation. She "doesn't look like other AK" rifles, the other 5.45 dislikes the fact she exists, and the others don't seem interested in getting to know the human, and primarily treat her as only a gun.

This could be fun.

>also, check verb forms and spelling.
>barring teeth doesn't do shit, but BARING them is a threat.

>>33213176
Yeah I've been looking for em, after I find them then I just have to hope someone screenshotted that one WFG thread when a guy posted a whole story about a guy buying an SVD and it going somewhat Upotte-ish

>>33213255
It was an intentional choice on not describing how she looked before this whole event, as I personally don't think it holds much relevance (may explain why later on).
As for grammar I'll get that fixed up later. Thanks for pointing that out.

>>33213163
thanks for the entertainment.

>>33212503
>Garand thumb

That's fucking cute.

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>>33177609
Bumping with a new screencap, fresh out of the oven.

>>33184124
>now chambered in .45 Apostate Cleansing Pattern

>>33212964
If this is true someone needs to post them right the fuck now.

I can't remember who did garand x arisaka, pls?

I was looking forward to that

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The jurisdiction is in for Anonover Heaven.

Time for more AnCap Warrior

Bastepin: http://pastebin.com/pn7JKNKU

btw I don't think this is in the sticky, just my previous story under my old name.

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A tank? Who the hell was using tanks on this planet? Leo hadn't seen an actual tank in years. In fact, the only one he'd ever seen had been during a parade of Special External Policy Enforcement troops. Tanks were a rare sight on the 28th Century battlefield, primarily because their sheer weight made them difficult to transport between orbit and the surface. Though no longer as vulnerable to missiles thanks to the utter dominance of active defense systems, they needed an enormous amount of armor in order to withstand railgun hits from even light IFVs. For most PMC and P-SEC outfits, units that primarily fought minor skirmishes with eachother over market share or killed uppity aliens on contract, heavy armor just wasn't seen as necessary. You could throw the same gun system on a medium airtruck, and while it might not have as much protection, it was a fraction of the cost and could be transported by a standard VTOL or dropship. Still, they were a show of force, and a status symbol for wealthier PMC outfits, especially those in the Conglomerate's inner circle.

Leo's musings were interrupted by something small and hard smacking him in the chest. He just managed to catch it as he heard Vetri speak up.

"Here, you'll need a cowbell."

Leo looked down at the object she had chucked at him in confusion. It was a small tan box with a neckstrap, and a large red button on one side covered by a clear plastic flip cap.

"What is this?" He asked, looking up.

"Encrypted IFF transmitter. We've got some drones and automated guns operating outside the wire. If you get captured or you think you're gonna die, press the kill switch on the side. It'll purge the device's memory so the enemy can't use it to trick our systems. Plus it activates a distress beacon." She explained.

>>33214545
You dare make me blush?

Currently ongoing, just need to put aside the proper time to sit down and hammer out something decent.

>>33214640
Leo stared at it in mild disgust before hanging it around his neck. IFF chips had been injected subcutaneously for over a century at least, with automatic kill switches tied to life signs. Hell, some homeowners' associations even had them injected into residents as part of the security system. This thing was incredibly primative in comparison.

"Do I get a rifle?" He asked, pretty sure of the answer.

"Don't push your luck." Vetri smirked at him jovially as she slapped the solenoid charging lever on her own.

They followed the Sha'dee male across the base, Leo hanging back and casually taking everything in. The aliens were industrious, he had to give them that. Already, combat engineers had set up polycrete 3D printers which were busy extruding simple buildings to replace the tents. Trucks and transport VTOLs were still rolling in, offloading massive rail artillery pieces and other machinery.

The aliens around him were of every species and description. Hulking, leathery Kodo with heavy rifles and wearing almost as much armor as a light exoskeleton. Birdlike Aikra, tall and twiggy with four arms and digitigrade legs. Pale-skinned, snake-eyed Doekas, a rare sight above ground. Even a few Teques, savage fur-covered Xenos almost never seen outside of terraforming colonies on the frontier.

There were even a couple species Leo couldn't name off the top of his head. They must have been brought from off-world by the rebels. Most surprising of all however was the number of Humans milling about with them. Leo knew there were Human collaborators among the rebel forces, but he had assumed they were few and far between.

The Sha'dee were the clear majority, naturally. The most numerous species in the Inner and Middle Rings, Sha'dee were said to be the first Xeno race Humanity had discovered, though it was equally possible they were simply preferred for their very humanoid appearance. The fact that the little bastards bred like rabbits certainly didn't hurt.

>>33214645
They reached the edge of the encampment, with cleared tarmac giving way to rubble and the scattered carcasses of destroyed vehicles. Crews of combat engineers were working to remove the debris and reinforce the walls. As they reached a gate, Leo found himself face to face with a cluster of hibernating infantry drones. Like any Overlord driver worth his salt, Leo hated infantry drones like the plague. It was merely the modern manifestation of the age old conflict between Jock and Nerd. Leo and his compatriots considered themselves a cut above normal infantry, and took pride in aggression and willingness to defy death. The idea that some sweaty nerd in a safe, cozy control center with a joystick thought he could do their job was frankly insulting.

Fortunately for Leo's ilk, even 700 years after the technology had first emerged, drones still had their limitations. They were vulnerable to ECM, had a very limited range for real-time control in a battlefield environment, and lacked the instinct and rapid adaptability of organic troops. As a result, they were mostly used for security patrols and as a defensive unit rather than a replacement for organic infantry.

Four of the drones whirred, clicked and rose to their "feet" on spindly robotic legs as Leo and the aliens approached. They were bipedal and vaguely humanoid in shape, one arm equipped with a skeletal manipulating hand, and the other fitted with an 8mm railgun feeding from a belt canister on their backs. No attempt had been made to give them faces, they merely had a ball turret full of sensors where the head should be. Like the larger Overlord suit, they had shoulder-mounted munitions launchers, although only one and chambered for 25mm rockets rather than 40mm.

"This our escort?" Vetri yelled to the Human perched in the watchtower ahead of them.

"Yep. No complaining, it's all we can spare." The sentry informed her as he waved to someone Leo couldn't see to open the gate.

>>33214648
The drones surrounded Leo and co. as they exited the compound, forming a diamond around them and scanning for threats. Leo eyed them suspiciously, now very much grateful for the IFF device hanging from his neck. All he needed now was some twitchy drone pilot mistaking him for... well, what he actually was.

Kess was on point, moving alertly at an even pace with the male and Leo following, and Vetri bringing up the rear. Kess had swapped out her carbine from the hospital for a 6.5mm DMR, a ChK Kinetics T609 with a shortened rail assembly and a heavily buffered stock. The full powered version with no recoil compensation would probably fracture her more fragile Sha'dee collarbone. Or whatever their equivalent was. He'd kinda pegged her as the sharpshooter of the group, quiet and patient as she was, and was happy to see he'd been right.

The sheer amount of destruction around them was shocking the further towards the front lines they got. Leo had seen plenty of buildings torn up, burned out or otherwise ravaged by conflict, but he had never seen so many outright destroyed before. They frequently found themselves having to scale tiny mountains of collapsed structures, or make long detours when the way forward was blocked.

The ground was stained with oil and blood, and the air was alive with choking dust. Fortunately he still had the filter mask Vetri had given him earlier in the day. Most of the bodies had been cleared away, but every now and then they came across evidence of death, be it a bloody helmet shredded by railgun fire or a ragged limb trapped under a slab of polycrete. Carrion birds hopped about in the wreckage, and circled overhead. The silence, broken only rarely by the sound of distant artillery, made the scene all the more unnerving. Leo kept his head on a swivel and his hand on the pistol, its weight on his belt providing some sense of comfort and security, even if a marginal one.

>>33214655
"It's just up ahead. We left a couple of guys to guard it, everything should still be there." The unfamiliar corporal said quietly, nodding towards an alleyway between two partially destroyed tenements.

"Stay alert all the same. I'm getting a weird vibe from this place. It's too quiet." Vetri muttered back, scanning the shattered and empty windows around them with her carbine.

They entered the alley, the drones spreading out and scanning the buildings with their active sensor arrays while the Sha'dee did the same with the optical snoopers on their helmets. As they emerged, Leo got his first look at the tank.

It was parked halfway inside a pile of rubble, the outside scorched and blackened from molotovs or napalm grenades. The crew must have bailed out and ran after they were immobilized by falling rubble. Leo didn't blame them, he'd much rather run and face punishment for losing equipment than sit in the tank and wait for the Xenos to cut him out and do god-knew-what to him.

Something was wrong, though. Where were those men the corporal said he left to guard the area?

Kess was clearly thinking the same, motioning for them to stop at the entrance to the alley and peering about through her scope.

"Where are your boys, Corporal?" Vetri asked nervously.

"I-I don't know. They were here when I left half an hour ago." The male Xeno replied, looking far from calm himself.

"Alright, send in a drone. See if it's a trap." Vetri instructed.

"Aren't we inside the lines?" Leo asked quietly.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean there aren't rangers or drones skulking around to pick off stragglers." She replied, not taking her eyes off their drone as it cautiously cantered into the square towards the tank.

All eyes were on the drone as it slowly scanned the area, its barely audible clicks and whirs deafening in the eerie silence. Suddenly, Leo heard a familiar sound above and behind them.

>>33214659
"SIX OCLOCK!" He yelled instinctively, causing the others to turn just in time to see two Overlord suits come hurtling down from the rooftops, jump jets flaring, and hit the ground with a pair of earthshaking thumps.

"RUN!" Vetri yelled, shoving Leo in the direction of the square and taking off ahead of him.

They ran desperately for the tank, hoping it would provide cover from the Overlords. Behind them Leo could hear the earsplitting crackle of the drones' machineguns and the steady thump-thump-thump of the Overlords' 20mms. Halfway across, he turned just in time to see one Overlord grab a hapless drone and slam it into the ground, stomping it into spare parts as the remaining two peppered him with gunfire and 25mm rockets. The Overlord's partner returned fire, blasting the nearest one to pieces. The final drone was not long for this world either, taking a 40mm missile directly to the chest.

Watching the fight instead of where he was going, Leo tripped over a hunk of polycrete and was sent tumbling. He rolled over onto his back and was scrabbling to get to his feet as one of the Overlords charged directly at him.

"COLLABORATOR!" The man bellowed, voice distorted by his mask as he lumbered towards Leo.

Almost ten years of driving Overlords, and this was the first time Leo had ever seen one from the enemy's perspective. It was a terrifying sight, a hulking gorilla-like figure covered from head to toe in ceramic plate and bristling with weapons, its four beady glass "eyes" staring blankly into him. Leo made it to crouching position and drew his pistol, firing wildly at the oncoming suit.

The bullets glanced off harmlessly, the pistol locking open as a giant gauntlet swept Leo off his feet and pinned him to the half-destroyed wall at his back. Leo stared helplessly into the same visor that he had hidden behind for so long as the helmet swiveled open, revealing a shockingly familiar face.

"Leo?" The man asked incredulously. "But you're dea.."

>>33214666
And on that Satanic and cliffhanger-ey note, I'm done for tonight. More tomorrow probably.

gibe (you)s pl0x

>>33214677

Double cliffhanger. Found by a friendly that gets his sentence cut off. Clever bastard. Moar?

>>33214221
I wish someone would.

>>33214677
It's good stuff, I'll be waiting for more

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>>33208465
I'm enjoying it so far. I'm really glad to see Makarovs around. Always wanted an East German one.

>>33210609
Oh God, I remember that story. How could someone be so cruel to a PTR like that? She just wanted accuracy and chewed up brass.

>>33210845
Man that was good. Really enjoyed that one. I could easily imagine being in that battle.

>>33211790
That looks nice, peaceful, comfy.

>>33213154
Aww. That's kawaii as fuck, man. Jackie better appreciate Pitra an imperial fuckton. I'll never forgive him if he doesn't.

>>33214677
Damn you, cliffhanger! Kinda sad to see tanks have gone the way of the dinosaur in your space future. But it's still a very very cool world. I enjoy reading each submission. And now you've got me anxiously waiting for the next submission. Damn you yet bless you at the same time.

>>33214677
>>33215473
>no tanks

Shhh, don't tell JT

>>33215473
My PTR chewing on brass is pretty cute. I would never actually sell her. Writing fiction is all I did.

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I'll just leave this here

>tfw you want to write but your afraid of getting help because all of your creative writing comes out like something that started as russian then went through japanese, and sudanese google translations before being finally converted to english even though english is your native language.

>>33216091
Riika?

>>33216097
I'm the opposite; I write what ever I want, post it & get defensive if anyone even hints that my English might not be perfect.

>>33216097
Do it anyway, and just be aware when the language technicalities get pointed out, it's being done so you can improve your writing and speaking ability allowing you to become more apt at the language.

>>33216112
I'm afraid of what will happen when I have to take a creative writing class at college. Somebody will die through their eye holes and I'll never be allowed to touch a keyboard again.

>>33216104
>Riika?
is capital of Latvia

(yes, a small update on Riikka in the next thread, still unsure whether I'll be writing more tonight)

You know I haven't seen a story involving a m39 Mosin. I find this disappointing.

>>33216130
SWEET! Can't wait for more of Riikkaa

>>33216126
Having to write a LOT of research papers and case reports, I find that while I do have a decent enough command of the English language, my ability to be creative with it is lacking. Writing here does help, and allows me to be more cognitive about how I write.

>TFW the only /k/ related writefaggotry I've done is borderline furry softcore petplay porn disguised as a power armored combat war story.

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>>33216238

>>33216142
http://pastebin.com/j2nX3d0W

you were saying?

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>>33216252

>>33216257
I have no problem admitting I was wrong.

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>>33216274
I didn't mean to say you were wrong

in other news:
>Q: What time is it?
>A: shitpost o'clock!

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>>33216327

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>>33216056
>shitpost o clock

>>33216327
Mitchell's Mauser. It was defiled way before getting hit with blue paint. Not even mad, and I collect milsurp.

So imma pick up two guns next week and I already ordered a third that should be at my local gun store this Tuesday and I should have it paid off in about three weeks. My collection grows larger...

>>33216382
Anyone else adding anything new to their collection soon?

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>>33216402
>>33216382
no...

>>33216402
been looking at the legal market altough the paperwork alone is a pain in the ass

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>>33216402
Got a couple Finnish mosins lined up for me. Unfortunately one is a Finn made M91 with rust in the bore. Hopefully she cleans up okay.

>>33216402
not until i get a safe to store all the shit i already have

next gun will be a fnx 40 for ccw

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>>33213276
This one?

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>>33212964

>>33216410
One day JT, one day.
>>33216415
I imagine your selection is limited even after filling out the paper work?
>>33216419
My LGS has an old Fin mosin but I haven't had the time to look at it up close to see what model.
>>33216424
I need to get a safe as well but I keep guns and not saving the money for a safe that and I got no where to put a safe.

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>>33216511
ill put it this way, on some ways california is better
>mfw there was an antigunner protest yesterday
>mfw they want the army gone

>>33216531
heh
heheheh
hahahahaha
hahahahhahahahah
muahahahahahhahahha
SOON!

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>>33216511
nigga, even a basic mauser costs like 1500 burgers here

>>33216548
>that pic
as a wise man once said: "kaiva kännykkä ja tilaa taksi, työnnä suohon jo se helvetin Ooppeli"

>>33216531
I think shooting those type of protesters with beanbag rounds from a shotgun would dissuade them but my solutions don't work for you I guess.
>>33216548
Now I really feel bad knowing that there is a Turkish Mauser up at the local gun shop in damn near perfect condition for 350 yet you would have to pay 1500 for a basic one.

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>>33216259
Huh, didn't know anyone saved that in a screengrab.

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>>33216558
truly a wise man

nest thread soon

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>>33216938
nest?

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makin a butt ruckus.