/wfg/ Writefag General- /k/ombat kilts edition edition

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and im realized im 2 threads behind, welp this should be good

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Im going to force you all to wear tactical skirts.

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>>33348628
You'll never take my shorts!

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>>33348628

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>>33348628
It's called a tactikilt, you mongoloid

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Hello everyone. I will be binning my own stories from here on out, and now have a new pastebin link

http://pastebin.com/N4c9j2sx

A short description of my story has also been added to the bin in the OP

>>33348628
It's not a tactical skirt. It's a utilikilt.

>>33348481
Swing with the wing.

I wanna try an experimental story, hopefully I'll have something within the hour. You might like this... MIGHT.

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>>33348831
Oh boy

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>>33348481
>I'm in the sticky
>mfw

Well. Looks like I gotta figure out how to push out more content.

>Poly made a better title than I did
>also mfw

This is why I'm not allowed to name things.

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>still writing my long story
>taking for fucking ever
ree. I'll post again soon though.
(bump)

ABORT!
Chapter One: With Significant Defects.
>The car sped across the desert that had once been California's fertile "great valley" as the black and yellow flag on the back furled in the winds, the plains were quiet to Jason© save for the only two sounds that ever really bored him. He needed some kind of stimulant® to get his attention back on the sandy plains.
>Jason© took the gas mask filter™ out of his mouth and reached for his pepsi® brand cigarettes, grabbed an handful, and threw them in his mouth, chewing and swallowing them rapidly before putting the Filter™ back in his mouth to suck in life giving oxygen. In through the filter, out through the nose.
"Things weren't always like this." He thought to himself. "Just two years ago walmart hadn't sold millions of their Home Nuclear Reactor kit™, and just a few days after that, there hadn't been thousands of meltdowns."
>The Buggy® he drove suddenly began beeping.
"OH NO! HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SUCH A FOOL?!" Jason© thought as he looked at the screen in the center. "HOW COULD I HAVE DRIVEN ONTO PRIVATE PROPERTY?!" He thought as the "T" encased in a diamond moved into the center circle of the display, indicating that a Ruger® BRM (beam riding missile) had been launched at his vehicle.
>Jason© watched as the missile approached his vehicle and disappeared behind the remains of a tree which promptly splintered. As the buggy kept going, Jason© thought of how much worse the air could be right now if more than a few of the recreational Mcnukes had detonated or launched, leaving the air unbreathable even with the help of a filter™
>As he continued down the road, Jason© made note to pay his warlord protection bill, the premium subscription of which gave him the ability to get away with non lethal crimes against even gold warlords, and everything from murder down for silver subscription or lesser warlords.

This is harder to write than I figured... if you like it, TELL ME, or I'm scrapping it.

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>>33349607
>AnCap-MadMax story
keep going

>>33349607
what is all the (R), TM and (C) on literally everything?

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>>33348628
this is guard right?

>>33349747
Yes, indeed it is.

>>33349671
I might, because at least someone is interested for the keks, but here's the deal. LATER. Shit's hard to write, there don't seem to be many corporate giants in the world. (odd, huh?) and I've certainly got a number of ideas, but just that post took an hour and figuring out how to merge seemingly innocuous companies with major defense contractors of the western world is fucking daunting to say the least. I probably will continue at a later time, but I need to figure out what companies would be suitable, and given the difficulty of typing ™, ®,and © what was originally envisioned as at MOST a three chapter story is starting to look like a probable TWO chapter at the most story with my level of creativity. Don't forget, when in california, put a bullet button™ on your rifle!

>>33349742
It's a meme, if you don't know about ancap memes, here's the idea, privatization of everything and a very literal interpretation of the non aggression principle (don't interact with me in any way without my volunteering) and ultra deregulation of literally everything leads to corporate domination and marketing of alarming goods, such as McNukes™, mcdonald's corporate secret mcpolice, warlords with child slave armies, child marriages, "voluntary interactions between consenting parties", extreme use of force in reactions to comically minor nuisances or utterly microscopic breaches of the NAP, and a general state of lawlessness. as such, child slaves are allowed, it's okay to murder people if they haven't payed their police department subscription membership, if you contaminate the mccocaine processing farm, mcdonald's secret police will hunt you down, many if not most words, items and other things that could not reasonably be patented or copyrighted or trademarked will be so marked or claimed, for example, Jason© has his first name copyrighted by Georgetown Productions and
Sean S. Cunningham Films as a character who's very name is protected intellectual property of the company that made friday the thirteenth.

>>33350180
I thought they changed their mind on bullet buttons and decided those weren't acceptable either?

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>>33350180
maybe lots of arms companies, or even big non-arms corporations got into the business? idk. I would also suggest getting a little notepad doc and just copy-pasting those special characters from there

>>33349742
basically pic related

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bumping with a gif that i dont know what it does

>>33348628
I already do. It's a lot more comfortable than pants.
(Wouldn't wear it out in the woods, though. That's ticks on your dick just waiting to happen.)

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>>33351260
>tfw you shoot left-handed

Maybe once the PdF prepper document/book/autistic rambling is done I'll send it your way as well. Or is this more for creative writing rather than informative? Never been to this thread before so I don't know.

>>33352038
We have literally zero standards. Fire away when you're ready

>>33352114
>We have literally zero standard.
I think Mining anon proved that we have SOME standards

>>33352318
https://mega.nz/#!G9pEXaTJ!tUqqdI0lRg0imEKwy63lg30nWDpnrLIYC1sM8DEJYZY

Well that's the only version I have currently, so see what you think. As I said it's nowhere near complete and I've added more since then.

I'm probably not going to update any of my shit soon and here's a breakdown of the events in the past week that have led to this:

Uncle passed away, funeral is tomorrow actually.
Spent all of today alone, just drank and it's my birthday. Bills took my money so shooting gats wasn't even possible.
Might get fired from my job for a simple infraction, my first one since i started working there months ago, got suspended for two days and I'll probably be replaced soon.

Sorry about that though, really wish I could've wrote more when I had the time but it's been a low point in my life, again.

>>33353620
>Might get fired from my job for a simple infraction

story time.

>>33353781
Last week, I thought I had called out for yesterday, but I didn't. I forgot since I'm working so much. Turns out we needed a new front door handle since the locks on ours stopped working and, to add, my grandmother is in the hospital. When my boss called me, I explained the situation and he said, "If you can't come in, we'll have to suspend you from work for a few days".
At this rate though, I'm certain I'll be replaced and fired.

>>33353962
what do you do for a living where you change door parts?

>>33354199
My house needed new door handles and locks. We think someone tried to pick the lock and broke a pin inside or something since keys couldn't turn the locks. I couldn't leave the house unlocked until someone got home though.

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>>33355190
Post chapter five already
REEEEEEEEEEEEEE

>>33355307
B-but chapter 4 is still going...

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>>33355361
I will not allow you to continue chapter four until you gib chapter five.

>>33355401
if i pull that off will he die?

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>>33355495
It would be extremely painful

>>33355508
he looks like a well-fed guy.

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>>33355513
>>33355513
>>33355513
>>33355513

>>33355520
Doctor Pancake, I'm CIHOP

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Does anyone have that story that had the tagline: "On Mars, the wind doesn't blow. It dusts" ? Been looking for it for a long while, and it seems to be gone. The actual name of it escapes me and I can't find it.

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Reminder that a 'You' a day make writefags write away.

Don't worry, I'll show myself out.

>>33355190
I like chapter 4 so far, also wasn't expecting the attempted homocide but hey, a cafeteria cook can't critique a chef

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back to my usual story. brought to you in part by last night's raving drunk, The Night Reich.

So, how do you wanna play this?"
>"Try to seduce you whenever I'm in the mood, forcably if you're not."
"I was thinking more along the lines of whether you want to present yourself as my guard or..."
>"Arm candy. I want to present myself as your woman." Pitra answered, turning and looking up to Jack's face several inches abover her own.
"You'll hear no objection from me." Jack answered as he leaned down and kissed Pitra.

>Before long Jack and Pitra had managed to shower and dress, the ship landed, the crew finally came to ease, and the MET chronometer was logged, with a second watch set on landing.
>As Jack and Pitra walked arm in arm down the ramp they were greeted by a man in a formal suit.
>"Good evening to... you two..." He said, his quarter grayed hair visibly moving as his face adjusted in clear disarray. Jack knew immediately that he was being sized up. The man attempted to continue on, his shift in voice buried under a shade of nonchalance. "Unfortunately the president couldn't come out to meet you due to some unforeseen security concerns. If you'll follow me, I'll be happy to take you to him."
"I understand how these things can jump out at you, p,ease, Lead the way." Jack answered.
>As they walked, Pitra looked at Jack and saw his utmost professionalism and dignity of posture, noting that while he escorted her by the arm, he kept his chin up, chest out, shoulders back and jaw clenched. His face didn't seem to follow the man leading the way, so much as stay forward on the path he would walk in the man's wake, Jack on the other hand, only felt Pitra's eyes on the side of his head, with some sensation telling him that she was making a "lost bewildered child" or otherwise longing face, which of course would be interesting if true, given the people grazing the wall as they passed through, most likely somehow recording the event.

>>33356242
>"Jack?"
"Yes?"
>"Who are these people?"
"I recognize some of them, reporters for media outlets, the guys with the shorter haircuts are guards, I can tell because I see their J-25's, I think there are even some of president Jackson's cabinet members here."
>"Reporters?"
"They watch things, then tell other people that things happened."
>"Oh. So why would the president try to meet us on the landing pad even WITHOUT the security issues?"
"Well, whether or not that line is true is up to speculation, but the president tries to show himself as much as he safely can and be as accessible as possible with a reasonable degree of safety, it isn't every day or even decade that an ambassador is briefed to represent us to another species, let alone with a lovely example of it on his arm."
>"Oh, stop, you'll make me blush!"
"Speaking of feeling, if you feel anything odd at all while we're here, tell me right away."
>"I will! Suddenly so concerned!"
"Ah, here we are. This is the presidents office. Madam, after you." Jack said as he disengaged from Pitra's arm, and made way for Pitra to proceed through the door as was expected of a propper gentleman.
>Jack struggled to keep all merriment from his face as he did this, being a sensible man, and not at all unaware of Just how ridiculous such an act of dicipline appeared when he was wearing what amounted to the least formal appearance in the history of such a formal event as briefing an offworld ambassador of humanity, clad in Flacktarn fatigues, a pair of black boots, and a flecktarn shortsleeve military blouse.
>In Jack's head, images of disheveled characters named Colonel Clink and Sergeant Shultz flashed through his mind, standing at attention for some high strung nazi officer passing through with a clear look of disgust for the undiciplined oafs who managed to somehow maintain a record of no escapes in a prison camp.

>>33348798
>>33348628
but... Kilts are SCOTTISH! Which would actually be in line with my heritage, since I got some scottsman in the quarter that isn't German or whatever other northern european.

>>33356423
Not sure if you meant "propper" as in "one who props" or "proper" as in "befitting the situation or office thereof".

>>33356434
Scotsman*

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>>33356423
>Jack followed Pitra into the oval office and took up the lead once again, cuing her in to shake president Jackson's hand, sit down and have a drink with them.
>"Good evening, you must be the John Herman I've been hearing so much about." Richard stated "And you are?" He inquired looking at Pitra.
"Mister President, this is Pitra."
>"I see, nice to meet you. If you don't mind my asking, what is the nature of your accompanying mister Herman?"
>"Well I guess you could say I'm his guard."
>"Is he a troublemaker?"
>"No, we figured he'd need one here more than acrassas. Naturally, since I found him, and he's lived with me since we managed to get him out of that armor he was wearing, I was the best for the job."
>"Well, shall we get down to business?"
"You'll hear no objection from me."
>"Well, we've seen the rather friendly relationship between the worlds grow closer, evidently even making a first rendezvous, so now the hard part is over. Now we get to strengthen relations between the worlds, as though the staggering amount of good will between our worlds hadn't been evident enough. In keeping it brief, I'm assigning you to be the human ambassador to acrassas at the behest of their king, I am assured their ambassador will be along in a matter of weeks and you will be my chief representative over there, in time, I hope that the two worlds can work on a variety of issues that are yet unadressed, like immunizing them to earthly diseases and vise versa in order to make travel and even coexistence with them possible in a short time, maybe even joining in coalition as an ally. Your work will be primarily toward that goal, and you'll ultimately have a large degree of freedom to pursue it."
"I thank you for the high degree of trust you put in me."
>"Now with that over, I think it's time to share a drink and give the cameras some pretty picutres."
>In seconds the room flooded with reporters, gathered around to see the two men and the Acrani have a drink.

>>33356606
got it, I butchered the english language with my lack of proofreading. Oh well, this shit gets typed up IN the text window as I go to post it. Inherent risk. maybe one more post this morning.

>>33356685
It's fine. Reads well and nothing stood out as being awkward.

Now for trade deals!

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>>33349607
I know it's part of the AnCap meme, but a the copyright and trademark and such is a bit distracting. Other than that, it's got a pretty good catch to it, and I'd like to read more.

>>33353620
Damn. That's heavy. Real life takes priority over writefaggotry. We'll be here if you still are. Hope you can get a better situation, or at least a boss who's not so thick he can't understand that families matter.

>>33355670
That's Plastic Age. Think I have some of the bins around somewhere.
http://pastebin.com/2Jy1u5h3
There's the original, but I don't think it's done.

>>33356676
Cultural exchange! Joint military exercises! Mail order brides from Acrassas! It's going to be great. And I really do hope flecktarn suits become the new uniform of all ambassadors.

updates will drop during the day

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>torturing a guy in a compression chamber because he raped and murdered your wiafu

>waging a one man war on baltimore niggers

>have the CIA help you fake your death to avoid punishment for two dozen first degree murders

>get new nurse waifu

John fucking Clark man

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bumping for big rifles

>>33359149
...are you implying anything here?

>>33358472
Not to mention Operating inna Nam
Fuck that was a good book, I really have to reread it

>>33359159
m-more stories?

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>>33359170
It's on the way. But as i am making like 3 stories and some stuff on the side, it's kinda slow.

I am also making a little side story that is basically taking pic related, Nig-rigging an M68 to it and powering with a very Tubro'd Chevy 572 engine

>>33359149
Why can I not think of the names of those guns?

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>>33359376
PTRS to the left and PTRD to the right...

>>33359309
saw the pic, though "I'll take two", then saw the comment and thought "screw it, I'll take a dozen"

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pico is binned

http://pastebin.com/YYHr6uJt

>fuck the pain killers

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>>33359647
Keep holding up there, FrankenBus. And remember, the pain killers are for as needed. Glad to see you're alive and kicking!

>>33359729
PUFFY VULVA

late June 2016, HMNB Clyde
>You feel sad as once again a tour in the Atlantic comes to an end, HMS Vigilant won't be vigilant for some time now, it's your sister's turn, why isn't she anywhere to be seen?
>"Where's Vengeance, shouldn't she be leaving port for her own tour?" one of your officers asks a passing sailor.
>"She was until yesterday morning, sir, there's something wrong with her air filtration system, so she's going nowhere anytime soon" the sailor replies. You immediately get worried before realising what this means; one of the four of you is always on patrol, half of the arsenal on another sub being prepared for the next tour starting as soon as the one currently on patrol returns to port.
>If the other half is still onboard "Vengeance", then it means the only way for the British nuclear deterrent to be effective is for you to leave for another patrol ASAP while either "Vengeance" is repaired or one of the other two is prepared for patrol ahead of time.
>"Belay the last order! Inform the captain about this!" the officer of the watch barks to the men on deck before turning to a petty officer, then addressing the sailor that provided the news.
>"Any word on "Victorious" or "Vanguard?""
>"Vanguard is still on drydock, sir, "Victorious"'s crew is on shore leave all over the isles I should say, no way either one of them is putting to sea this month!" the sailor replies.
>"Wonderful, then I guess that next you'll tell me that the insanity they dubbed "Brexit" also passed, aren't you?"
>"...About that, sir..." the sailor replies, provoking
>"For God's sake, we are gone for a few months and by the time we get back the whole is about to end, what next, that crazy yank, Trump was his name, is going to be nominated?"
>from the officer of the watch, you don't know much about humans' politics, nor do you care, all you care about is whether you'll get to go back to sea for a little while.
>The rest of the fleet think you and your sisters are weird, you don't care.

>>33355887
Glad to see you are liking it so far!

>a cafeteria cook can't critique a chef
Oh please... I like your SVD story so far. I want any and all criticism. As far as the scene you are referring to, I hope my flashback will help convey why Anna feels so strongly about Anon.

>Anna vs Anya pancake cook off when...

>>33359919
>I hope my flashback will help convey why Anna feels so strongly about Anon
It might
IF YOU FINISHED IT

>>33359972
And I would love to finish it faster than I am... but there have been some medical issues in my personal life that has been sapping my time and will to write a bit. Will kick it out when I can.

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>>33360066
We can wait senpai. Take care of things first, and then spoil us with qt housewife raifus

>>33360066
life>>>>>>other stuff>>>>>>>>>>>>writting

>>33359161

would be a good movie, it would be a more realistic and less edgy punisher

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holy shit, some magic happened and i've written like 4 pages in two hours

At update soon, and a... waffengeist anatomy class

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>>33360787
>waffengeist anatomy class

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>>33360787

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>>33360787
>>waffengeist anatomy class

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>>33348481
I was all into the Patrick O'Brian series in Jr. High. They're great if you're into this sort of thing. Even if you're not, they're pretty good too - even got my wife to read the first three.

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>>33358472
lol, literally just started in on this last night - any good? I've only read Clancy's earlier stuff.

Too many books, not enough time, - this is just part of history, non-fiction crime.

>>33361219
>any good?
Absolutely my favorite Clancy novel, one of his best. You won't be disappointed if you enjoy vigilante and/or operator fiction

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>>33360787

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>>33359816
Aw man. Nuclear deterrence with sentient subs. This is gonna be a fun ride.

>>33360787
Waffengeist anatomy class you say... Well, you're never too old to learn, I guess...

>>33359816
Giggle. That guy is going to be in for a yuge surprise

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>>33360787

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Been a long time since I posted something. For your reading pleasure, lolnuke has been retconned, and here is the pastebin for the continuation of Hotline: Waffegeist.

Will post the story tomorrow, as I'm too tired to do it now. So if you're feeling impatient, here you go!
http://pastebin.com/mVrvmm7m

Hey guys, I'm still working on chapter five but I doubt I'll be able to finish it, or even drop the first bit tonight.

I'm not that good at this type of writing, I can write an action scene no problem but writing the long term development I want to see for these characters is to be honest daunting to me. I'll keep at it, release bits and pieces when I can. But for lack of better words sorry for not being able to keep my word for this week's chapter.

>>33362993
Completely feel ya on that part as well.

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szturm could you be a m8 and send me a mail?

Hello peoples of /k/

Here's some of a new side project, set 500 years before the exploits of AnCap warrior.

Pastebin; http://pastebin.com/8CCk306U
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The hooves of the deer clattered across the prairie, kicking up billows of red dust as it made a beeline for the cluster of trees on the horizon. Shera's powerful eyes followed the beast with laser-like accuracy, her nose filled with the invigorating scents of the crushed grass beneath her, the tangy reek of gasoline from the rumbling motorcycle between her thighs and the sweat of her fellow Huntresses riding around her. She raised the rifle, feeling its comforting weight in her hands; the subtle texture of its wooden stock, sling tight around her arm and chest as she clung to the back of the bike with her legs and brought the sights into line just behind the shoulder of the fleeing deer.

The world seemed to slow down, everything around her becoming an indistinct haze as Shera became one with rifle and target, feeling every tiny part moving within the trigger group as she exhaled slowly, tightening her finger until the trigger broke like glass. The rifle cracked and bucked in her arms, causing her driver to swerve slightly in order to stay upright. But her aim had been true, and the deer collapsed mid-leap, toppling over and coming to a rest in a cloud of dust. Shera raised her rifle to the sky and cheered, a warbling war cry echoed by everyone else in the pack as they slowed and skidded to a stop around their fallen quarry.

Shera leaped off the back of the bike, pulling down the scarf covering her face to reveal a triumphant, toothy grin. She pulled the bolt back on her rifle, spitting a shiny casing into the waving prairie grass, then slung it across her back and approached the fallen deer. Her sisters stood around it, pulling down scarves and pushing up goggles to grin at her, waiting for Shera to fulfill her role as the one who had brought it down.

>>33364112
The animal wasn't quite dead yet, but it had largely stopped thrashing, staring up at her with four beady eyes. Shera knelt beside it, pinning it's head down with one arm and leaning in to sink her fangs into the creature's heaving neck. Its struggles slowed as the narcotic properties of Shera's bite took effect, and she broke contact, savoring the taste of her prey's lifeblood and singing a short prayer of thanks before drawing the long knife slung across her lower back. She found the natural gap in her prey's skull and pushed the blade swiftly and mercifully through the back of the deer's head, killing it instantly.

One by one, her sisters gathered around to drink from the neck of their quarry in the tradition of her people. The mood was one of jubilance and excitement, buoyed by the visceral, instinctual satisfaction of fulfilling their time-honored role as providers for their colony. The males and their farms had begun to take over more and more of daily food production as industrialization marched on, but try telling a Sha'dee female she wasn't allowed to hunt or that her contributions weren't wanted, and you'd suffer the same fate as the deer.

Shera sat back and watched as the others quickly and efficiently butchered the deer, separating red meat from greenish hide and white bone. Most of it would be packed in oilcloth and brought back to the City to be distributed among their colony, but a few of the most prized cuts were left aside to be roasted around their campfire. A fitting reward for tired and hungry Huntresses.

Within about half an hour, they had made camp for the night, the motorcycles clustered to one side and flanked by tents, surrounding the campfire. Cuts of meat were suspended on stakes across the fire, crackling and sizzling merrily as the Huntresses passed flasks of fiery khertka liquor around, laughing and talking. Shera was nestled between two of her colony sisters, packing a slender, elegant pipe with cool sahjat leaves.

>>33364124
She lit the pipe and took a long, slow puff of the relaxing smoke, letting it roll around her mouth and escape through her nose. Torra and Leeriky, two of her companions, were unpacking a radio they had brought with them in a saddlebag. They set it up on a canvas tarp and hooked it up to one of the bikes' batteries, others crouching around it as Torra pressed one delicate pointed ear to the speaker and carefully tuned it to the Serev Imperial Broadcasting System's main channel. Crackly and indistinct at first, the signal became clearer as Torra found the right spot on the dial.

"Everyone, come listen! They're about to announce the results!" Torra yelled, waving those still sitting over.

Shera crowded around the little wooden box with her sisters, puffing her pipe and listening intently to the voice of the male host.

"For those of you just tuning in now, the mood here in the Capitol is one of excitement and apprehension as the Grand Electors stand poised to select the next leader of our Glorious Serev Empire, finally bringing this succession crisis to a close! It's been a tense few months following the arrest of Former Emperor Kiro Telko after his disastrous handling of the latest border incident, and the people are eager to see this crisis resolved. And, yes, we can see it now, the doors of the Imperial Palace are finally opening! The Electors are emerging, they appear to have made their decision! The nation waits with baited breath, and now, coming out of the Palace, your new Empress, Cordei Sora Kheersi! And the crowds are going wild! I repeat, the Grand Electors have chosen Cordei Sora Kheersi to be the new Empress of the Serev Empire! We ask all of you listening at home to lower your tails and remove your hats, as the Empress approaches the microphone to address the nation!"

Shera and the others looked at eachother excitedly, quickly removing their hats and laying their tails flat on the ground in a gesture of respect for their new leader.

>>33364136
The Empress's voice came over the radio for the first time, nervous at first but quickly gaining confidence as she launched into her speech.

"Thank you, thank you! You, the Serev People, my people, have chosen me to be your leader! I am humbled and overwhelmed by your generosity, and hope that my reign will bring the stability and confidence we have all missed so dearly in recent months! I know the decision to choose an Empress at a time when peace is so uncertain may be disquieting to some, but I assure you that I will rule not to win personal glory in battle, but to ensure the security and prosperity of my people! For too long, our Empire has been crushed by the grip of indecision and weak leadership! I promise you, as your leader I will not allow this to continue! I will secure our borders! I will invest in our inventors and engineers! I will maintain the military and technological supremacy of this Empire, against all who would eclipse us! With your help, I will make our Empire great again!"

Shera and her companions listened intently, some nodding, some shaking their heads. The tinny, crackly sound of millions cheering poured out of the radio, quieting only as the host took over the channel again.

"And there you have it! Empress Kheersi, long may she reign, addresses the people for the first time, delivering a message of unity and strength for all the men and women of Serev! This marks a glorious new dawn for our brave nation! Don't forget to visit your nearest municipal television tomorrow for a live broadcast of the official corenation ceremony! This is Shen Hossta, for SIBS, wishing you all a safe and happy evening on this monumental day, signing off!"

The radio began to play the national anthem, at which point Torra shut it off.

"So, an Empress." Leerkiy said matter-of-factly, sitting back on her haunches and knocking the ash out of her own pipe.

>>33364097
Email? I'll post my discord name: Szturm#6682

>>33364147
"Are they sure? The Kessai might take this as a sign of aggression. Everyone knows the Electors only choose a female to rule during times of war." One of the Huntresses said uncertainly.

"Who cares?" Another one chittered, blowing a smoke ring. "Those stripy bastards have been playing fast and loose with our borders for years. About time we showed them who the real masters of this continent are."

"Yeah, it's also about time we had something other than deer to shoot at. And when we all come back as war heroes, the cute boys will be all over us!" Someone else laughed.

Shera chuckled with the others, reaching over to rotate one of the spits.

"Not as much as they'll be all over Madame Kheersi tonight!" Torra giggled. "She's got the pick of the litter for sure."

"Awwww, don't make me think about Capitol boys right now!" Another sister groaned playfully. "So handsome and fancy."

"I dunno... I don't really want us to go to war." Vera, one of the younger Huntresses, said timidly. "My little ones were just born. I want to see them grow up before I have to go fight in some hellhole on the Frontier."

"Do you want your little ones to grow up in a world where we Serev are cowards who let the Kessai run roughshod on our land?" One of the previous speakers objected.

"No..." Vera looked down. "But I'm not sure war is the answer either."

"Well, there's no need to freak out just yet." Shera spoke up, taking a sip from her flask. "They just picked an Empress. It's not like the sky is falling."

"You sure about that?" Torra asked with a grin, pointing upward.

They all raised their heads to the sky, to see a shower of lights falling from the heavens.

"Shooting stars!" Someone gasped in wonder, staring.

"Must mean good luck for Empress Kheersi's reign." Another speculated.

"I'll drink to that." Shera laughed, still mesmerized by the lights in the sky.

"Look, some of them are coming this way!" Vera pointed.

>>33364159
"Looks like they're going to land in the foothills to the west. We should go check it out tomorrow when the light's better." Torra suggested, yawning and arching her back.

"In the meantime, let's eat. I'm half starved!" Leerkiy announced, pulling a finished spit off the fire.

"I think we can *all* drink to that!" Torra laughed.

They dug in eagerly, slicing off chunks of piping hot steak with their long knives and taking enormous bites to be swallowed whole and ground up by their powerful gizzards. In a matter of minutes, the spits had been picked clean and the Huntresses laid back, staring at the stars and savoring the sensation of the day's kill dissolving in their bellies. After a while, they groggily picked themselves up and retired to their tents to make their nests. Rolls of blankets were arranged in a roughly circular heap inside each tent, with groups of close friends snuggling up together in a pile of purring, contented bodies.

It was a good time to be a Sha'dee, Shera mused as she nestled her head against another female's chest and let her eyes drift closed. Whatever the future held, she was looking forward to it.

Darkness had long since fallen as tent flaps were closed and the fire was left to die, its embers slowly fading in the still night air. To the west, the last shooting stars disappeared beyond the horizon, leaving only faintly glowing trails to mark their passage. Only the moons remained, their twin faces glowing softly as Shera and her comrades sunk into the warm embrace of sleep.

>>33364172
***

It was still dark when they awoke, though this posed little trouble to the semi-nocturnal Sha'dee with their excellent night vision. They quickly packed up camp while some of them set to work preparing a quick breakfast. Once everything was loaded onto the bikes, they circled around the fire again, chewing stimulating Theera vines and smoking as they ate. Some wanted to return to the city immediately to show off the results of their hunt, while others wanted to see if they could find where the stars had fallen.

Eventually a deal was struck, with Vera and one group returning to the city, while Shera, Torra, Leerkiy and a few others would go and look for the landing sites. Shera watched her sisters ride off into the distance, before climbing onto her own bike behind Torra. The vehicles coughed to life, three bikes each holding two Sha'dee, and headed westward, leaving the ashen and bloody ground of the campsite behind.

Shera loved to ride. She loved the warmth and the vibrations of the motorbike between her thighs, the smell of the air, the feeling of wind on her face. It made her feel alive, purposeful and powerful. She and her kind alone, of all the different species in the world, could harness the power of gasoline and steel. It was exhilarating. As they cruised across the rolling prairie, the first sun of the day began to rise, bringing out all the shimmering colors of the dew-coated grassland.

After an hour or so, they reached more hilly terrain and had to slow down, weaving between the slopes towards a column of smoke they had spotted a few minutes earlier. Shera was excited. Shooting stars were a universal symbol of good fortune on her world, and if you could actually find one, the metals in them were thought to have supernatural properties. Plus, it would be cool enough just to see something that had fallen from space.

>>33364184
Her people were still trying to figure out air travel, thoughts of other worlds were confined to Imperial universities, comic books, and the imagination. One of these meteorites would probably be the closest Shera would get to seeing something from beyond her own planet in her lifetime.

As they crested a rise, Shera could see the smoke was closer now. She rapped on the top of Torra's helmet, causing her to slow down and come to a stop at the peak. The others noticed and followed suit, the other passengers stepping off while the drivers sat patiently on their machines. Shera pulled the spyglass out of her hunting satchel and extended it, crouching and raising the brass tube to her left eye to scan the valley below.

Nothing in the entire world could possibly have prepared her for what she saw.

Five enormous... things... lay in the valley, crouching like gigantic blackened beetles while smaller shapes swarmed around them. What could only be structures seemed to have appeared overnight, as though planted from magic seeds. Long swaths of the valley were charred to a crisp, leading up to where the... things... had come to a stop. These must have been what they had seen the night before, and mistaken for shooting stars. There were flying things too, far too strangely shaped to be birds, and far too large, buzzing around the site. Speechless, Shera passed the spyglass to the girl on her right, motioning for her to look.

The other female gasped, and quickly passed it to the third, who also cried out in amazement.

"What the hell are those things?!" One of them exclaimed.

"Which things? The big black ones, or the little flying ones? Or the ones that look like people running around?" Shera asked.

"All of them! Any of them!"

"Do you think they came from one of the moons?"

"Don't be silly, everyone knows moon-men aren't real."

"Then how do you explain this? Machines that fell from the sky?! It has to be moon-men!"

>>33364199
Gonna take a break for a bit. Is this something people want to see more of?

>>33364226
Of course! This has been a fun read.

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>>33364152
fuck if i know how to use that, just mail me m8

[email protected]

>>33364375
Done. My bad.

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>>33362826
Hot fucking dog, I was wondering when I'd see you post again. Good stuff m80

>>33364668
I'm around, I just don't namefag often. Thanks for enjoying it.

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12:36 AM, Soviet outpost, four miles from the Soviet/Finnish border.

The frigid breeze blew without care into Vasili's face as he strut around the wall of the camp to tire himself out. The fear of being sent into combat sent his pulse through the roof whenever he looked to the mountains. In an attempt to keep his mind off of the eventual reality of his situation, he locked his gaze forward. The action did not help much as his worries plagued his mind without any hint of relief in sight. A cold sweat ran down his forehead and his breath was stuttered.

"Vasili...you are troubled. Please, tell me what is wrong?" The Rifle in his hands whispered to him.

"...Is nothing, I'm just talking a walk. Can't sleep." He tried his best to put on a strong tone for the weapon. She could not be fooled by his attempts to feign bravery.

"You stutter slightly and your voice shakes, do not lie to me." Mila warned sternly.

"Do not worry about me, Mila. I am able to take care of myself...just the same as everyone else here. You know these things." Vasili said as he rounded the inside corner of the guard wall. The snowfall was light for now as the rest would always come early in the morning. Some often joked about how it was God giving them all a hard time.

"You are my soldier, it is my job to protect and worry about YOU. Do not make me have to address you directly." She had a tolerance with everyone but when the fires of insubordination lit her fuse, she'd be explode with mighty force.

"Alright, alright! Mila...please do not think me a coward or less of a man because of this..." He started. Another late night walker came into sight when he stepped out from between a couple T-26's with a cigarette in his mouth. Vasili fixated on the cherry at the end, burning into the night. Passing each other with a nod of acknowledgement, he looked over his shoulder with a quick head turn and continued in a lower voice. "It is because...because I am afraid."

>>33365630
"Afraid of what?" The Rifle asked. "It is okay to be afraid of some things, even the bravest have fears."

"I am afraid of going to battle when the sun comes. I know nothing good can come of this...I cannot sleep because of it." His grip on her tightened again. "Every time I look at that damned mountain, I feel my stomach sink and my heart stops beating. I don't want them to send me up there..." His voice lost its confident tone at the beginning of his admittance of fear but as he progressed, it took on a more frightened and desperate tone.

Mila did not speak for some time despite her Soldier asking and then pleading to hear her voice. His fingers started to shake as his grip faltered from the fatigue of maintaining it combined with the thought that the only one he could confide in has left him to wallow in his despair and cowardice. "Mila, please. Don't leave me alone now... You're all I have"

"Turn in there. Now" She ordered.

"W-What?" Stunned by an order instead of the usual comforting words he'd heard from her during his training, he piped up for a response. "Where? I don't seem anywhere to go?" He asked.

"Into the motor pool. There is no one in the hut. Go in. Now. Before I change my mind." Her orders baffled him as she'd never given him actual orders like the instructors would, merely told him to keep at his task and persevere as his moral support.

Stepping inside and closing the door behind himself, Vasili looked around the interior to verify any other presence besides himself. Upon finding none, he turned to find Mila standing at the door, accompanied by the sound of a metal click and tumble. "Mila, why did you lock the door?" His question went unanswered as she then pulled the blinds closed before turning to pull up a wooden chair. With a gesture towards said chair and a slight blush across her features, she gave one last command. "Come, sit"

>>33365664
Approaching with his appropriately sported, quizzical look, he sat and awaited further instruction. With her female form slipping the rifle from Vasili's shoulder, she leaned her rifle body up against the nearest wall and then focused her attention solely on her Soldier. His gaze was all over as he fidgeted in his chair. "We really shouldn't be in here. What if an officer fin-" with a finger to his lips, she shushed him. His pulse shot up like a cannon shell as Mila sat right in his lap, straddling him with her thick legs.

"You say you are afraid..." she withdrew her finger from his lips and planted both hands gently on each side of his face, forcing her gaze to lock with his. Her blush now clear and present as she refused to drop her confident expression. "I will help relieve your fears." At that moment, she began to unbutton the thick woolen greatcoat that attempted to hide her curves, next was the undershirt. Three buttons later, the rollmarks were clearly visible on her breast, her breath quickened from her anticipation. Vasili could only stare at the large rack openly presented to him, held back only by her bra. He stuttered as he tried to think of something, anything to say to her.

"Are you going to join me? Here...I will help you." She cooed while starting to undo the buttons on his own uniform. His brain was racing to concoct something to say to the weapon as she undressed him. It wasn't like he'd never been with a woman, but he'd kept his virtue up until this point and had no idea what was in store for him now. Without even thinking, his hands had wrapped around her upper thighs, leading up to her butt. "I thought I was going to have to order you to touch me, perhaps there is some bravery in there somewhere~." Almost ripping his shirt open to expose his chest, she placed a hand on his pectorals and gently stroked down to his toned stomach.

>>33365703
With a lean back and a roll of her shoulders, the overcoat and shirt came slipping off and collecting at the floor beside Vasili's feet. Now her own musculature was on display for her Soldier to behold, Mila's arms were toned as well as her stomach which showed a hint of abs just forming through the skin as she leaned back upright. Everything about her form was neatly chiseled as a proper warrior should be, soon he found himself running his hands up from her thighs up to her beautifully formed stomach and sides. She reached up and removed her ushanka and tossed it aside with the rest. Mila shook her head to shake out her hat hair to let her chestnut locks fall naturally around her shoulders. Leaning back down and pressing herself against Vasili, she gathered her voice and asked "Do you find me appealing, Vasili? Would you like to see more of me...?" Her words were slightly muffled as shed buried her face into his neck.

"Y-Yes...you are quite a beautiful woman, Mila. I-I'm sorry if I seem nervous it's just that I've never had this...closeness before." The tone was uneasy but confident as he'd tread into the unknown, but his confidence lay within the one to guide him.
"Then you will have to reveal me yourself, Vasili." Those words were the green light and he'd be damned if he would turn back now. Fingers moving toward the clasp of the bra had heated her up even more to know that he would be the first to look upon her form in its bare beauty but alas, he couldn't quite figure out how to undo it. "How do these contraptions work?" Mila giggled at his query and tried to muffle it with a hand. "What?! I told you I've never been this close with a woman before!" He exclaimed with much embarrassment. She put a finger over his lips again with a gentle smile and bright gleam in her eye. "It is alright, I will guide you"

>>33365630
>>33365664
>>33365703
>>33365734
OH SHIT

>>3336573
Moving his hands back in position and following her careful guidance, the garment managed to find its way on the pile of others discarded. Her arms firmly at her sides as she allowed Vasili to look upon her. The blush displayed was also visible on her stomach as he inspected every curve firsthand. It had gotten to the point where even the ever-confident Mila was too embarrassed to keep her eyes on his own. Realizing he had the upper hand, Vasili wrapped his arms around her lower back and pulled her close, his face ending up in her breasts. The smile returned when she embraced his head and accepted his affection. "...you said I was beautiful before, what makes me so? I am just like all the other rifles, plain and featureless..." She asked in a smaller voice.

Pulling his face back from its comfortable position, he looked up to meet her head on. "It's because you're warm, you show affection...you have a soul. All the others are just that, Rifles...nothing more. You are a woman and nothing can convince me otherwise. You have a heart in there and one day, I hope to have that heart."

"You are an idiot Vasili..." She said while never letting her smile drop, a couple tears started to form in her eyes.

"What? How am I an idiot this time?" He asked, very taken aback by her sudden insult.

"...because you don't see that you already have it." With that, she leaned down and pressed her lips to his, sealing their experience with a passionate kiss. Their warmth still being shared through their contact.

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>>33365744
Sshhhhh...let it ride, my man...don't spook the writer.

Let him post, and watch from the sidelines until he's done.

>>33365756
A couple hours later, the snow could barely be heard battering the windows as the two were quite preoccupied showing each other the emotion they held in their hearts. Small yips and moans slightly echoed across the walls as Vasili nipped at her neck right under the corner of her jaw. Slowly but surely, he made his way down to crook where he began to nibble away at her shoulder. Mila's fingers squeezed at his shoulders as his teeth dig in ever so slightly at her flesh. Her breath was hot and visible in the cold air.

"V-Vasili...please, do not tease me so..." Her pleading tone struck his heart and he obliged.

"What will you have me do then? If you like, we could just..." He hinted as he tugged at her waistband. She took a moment to catch her breath and collect her thoughts. The rush of adrenaline and ecstasy of finally being closer to her Soldier didn't help in the slightest. Reaching down and putting a hand on his, she gave a small smile and kissed his forehead.

"Not now. Show the enemy your strength in battle. When you come home a hero, you will have your prize. Until then, you must rest. Remember, I will be by your side. I can never abandon you...my love." Resting her forehead against his, she closed her eyes and basked in the company and embrace of her Soldier.

"Then you wait for me. You'll see, those Finns won't know who is coming for them!" He said as he embraced his rifle. "I'd hate to end our, ah...intimate moment, but I have to get back to my bunk. Sunrise can't be too far away, my dear."

With a final kiss, she smiled and vanished before his eyes, looking around and adjusting himself in his trousers, Vasili stood and buttoned his uniform back up before reclaiming his weapon from against the wall. He couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face as the warmth shed placed in his chest remained even as he stepped back out into the frigid night. With the hope his new love had given him, he felt invincible.

Whelp, took a step in a new direction this time. Will have more sometime when I have a spark of inspiration. Let me know what you all think and criticism is welcome as always.

>>33365803
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Forgot this

>>33365803
I really SHOULD be sleeping. But your posts made that impossible.

I like where you're headed, and the intimacy you teased. It wasn't porn, but it wasn't chaste either. Very nice balance.

Additionally, I have to applaud your use of visuals and...uh...shared frustration with a certain clasp.

A pet peeve of mine is lost contractions and apostrophes, of which there were a few, but not enough to matter. Catch them on another run through.

Now, I must sleep. Goodnight.
>I have work in 3 hours

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>>33365803
I can get behind this.

>>33364264
Well, here's more.

>>33364199
"What's all the fuss about?" They heard Torra yell, still straddling her bike.

"You gotta see it for yourself!" Shera yelled back, waving Torra and the other drivers over.

All six of them marveled at their discovery, passing spyglasses around and staring at the activity below them.

"Should we get a closer look?" Torra asked, looking up from her spyglass.

"I dunno. They could be dangerous. Maybe we should go back to the city and tell the government. Let the Army deal with them." Another objected.

"Fuck that. I'm too curious. I've gotta see what's going on." Shera pronounced, collapsing her own spyglass and returning it to her satchel.

She unslung her rifle, snapped back its straight pull bolt and fished a clip of 6.2x43mm cartridges out of her belt, stripping them into the action. Better safe than sorry. The rest were readying their weapons also, Torra and the other drivers checking the 7.5mm revolvers they carried in lieu of long arms.

Weapons ready, they parked the bikes and slowly, carefully ventured down into the valley. Strange smells and sounds filled their noses and ears as they approached, like nothing they had ever encountered before. Most were mechanical, strange oils and chemicals, but there were distinctly organic scents too, vaguely familiar yet distinctly alien. As they drew closer, moving silently through the tall grass, Shera paused and pulled out her spyglass again.

She could see the scene before her better now, enough to make out the details of the strange things they had discovered. The big beetle-like things were clearly machines of some sort, though far more advanced than anything made by Sha'dee hands. The figures that surrounded them were of the same basic shape as Shera and her compatriots, but larger and distinctly lacking tails. Many were clad head-to-toe in armor, like Huntress-Knights of old, but made of some strange matte material, painted with odd patterns of different colors.

>>33366089
They crept ever closer, marveling at the 4-winged metal insects that buzzed around overhead. There were giant metal arms that spat out layers of cement like icing a pastry to create buildings, pallets of crates that floated around as though gravity had no hold on them, and massive metal figures that lifted enormous crates as though they weighed nothing.

Suddenly, Shera felt the presence of bipedal creatures behind her and heard booming, guttural shouting in some strange language. She swiveled around, and found herself staring down the barrel of a gun. There were five of them, standing about 20 yards away. They towered over Shera and her friends, even the shortest of them was over a head taller than the tallest Sha'dee, with broad chests and thick limbs. They were covered in armor plates and advanced webgear, with four eyes like squat spyglasses peering out from under armored helmets.

Their rifles were stranger still, with long protruding magazines and pistol grips like the recently introduced submachineguns Shera had seen in the hands of Imperial soldiers and police. Unlike those however, there was not an inch of wood, fiberesin, or blued steel to be seen on these rifles. Rather, they were colored a dull tan, and appeared to be constructed entirely of painted metal or what looked like clay or wax. They had bizarrely short and wide riflescopes attached, connected to the stock via cables.

The "moon-men" (which they might as well be at this point as far as Shera was concerned) continued to shout at her and her crew, gesturing aggressively with their rifles. Surprisingly, the body language for "drop your weapons and surrender" appeared to be pretty universal.

Realizing that this was not a fight she was likely to win, Shera extracted herself from the sling and dropped the rifle on the ground, raising her hands with open palms. The others did the same, backing up slowly, eyes wide with terror.

>>33366098
One of the moon-men approached her cautiously, rifle at low ready, then suddenly stopped and cocked his head (at least she thought they were males, what with their flat chests and stocky builds) as though listening to something she couldn't hear. He hesitated, then stepped back as another figure emerged from behind what looked like a massive floating pickup truck.

This moon-man was not wearing full armor, yet he was still enormous compared to any male Shera had ever seen. His skin was a pale, brownish pink, with small beady eyes, in sharp contrast to her large eyes and deep red skin. There was scruffy black hair not only on his head, but on his face as well, over his eyes and around his mouth and chin. He wore rugged, sleek trousers over large combat boots, a high-collared shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and some sort of armored vest with webgear on it. Perched atop his strange, hooded nose was a pair of glasses, gleaming beneath the brim of a military-styled cap. Draped lazily across his shoulders, sleeves hanging empty below his crossed arms, was a large cloak-like greatcoat bedecked with incomprehensible military insignia.

He had some sort of device attached to one of his weird rounded ears which he tapped with one finger, lowering the other hand to his belt where Shera could see what was unmistakably a holstered handgun. To her extreme surprise, he opened his mouth and spoke her language.

"Are you soldiers?"

His voice was strange, sounding metallic and stilted with an odd echo. His intonation was off as well, making him sound like a child who had not yet learned how pitch and tone altered the meanings of words in Seravi.

"No." Shera replied, automatically.

"Are you representatives of your government?" The moon-man asked again.

"No. We found this place by accident." Torra spoke up, stepping forward until she stood level with Shera.

"Are there any others out here with you?"

>>33366110
"No. The rest of our hunting party turned back several hours ago." Torra continued to talk.

The moon-man nodded, leaned over to one of the armored ones and said something quietly in his own harsh, guttural language. The armored figure made a gesture of acknowledgement and stalked off, muttering into his helmet.

"Isn't this the first time you have seen us? I've never seen someone like you on this planet before." Shera spoke up, puzzled. "Why don't you ask what we call ourselves, or what our civilization is like?"

The large man produced a guffawing sound that sounded like mocking laughter.

"We have been reading the contents of your primative computer systems and observing your radio and television broadcasts for months. These things are already known to us. You call yourself Sha'dee, you belong to an early form of totalitarian nation-state calling itself the Serev Empire, and you have just undergone a... change in leadership." He explained, reaching down to pick up Shera's rifle.

"Hrm. Bolt action, fixed magazine cartridge repeater. As we thought. Your species is barely industrialized. I imagine you haven't even figured out nuclear fission yet."

Shera swallowed, at a loss for what to say or do.

"What are you?" Leerkiy spoke up, narrowing her eyes and flattening her ears at the alien.

"Humans." The echo and distortion were gone from the man's voice as he spoke this unfamiliar word.

"There's a City not far from here. You can speak to officials from the Empire there. We can show you the way." Torra offered.

The Human laughed quietly. It was not a nice laugh.

"I think you've made a mistake, Xeno. We're not diplomats."

He lifted his hand nonchalantly and snapped his fingers. The armored Humans raised their rifles and opened fire.

So many of you know me as RFL, if I've been posting about me working on writing, I must first say that RFL is done, I can't really find a way to continue it off from where I left it. But, I do have a new story for you all. I hope it is up to your standards for something....
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>>33366298
So here goes to new story

> It’s morning on a bright sunny day as you open your eyes
>you’re extremely excited when you get up
> It was the day you finally buy a gun, after months and months of saving up
> You bounce out of bed, landing on your feet then walking into his bathroom
>”Oh man I can’t wait! I’m going to buy a gun! It’s going to be great finally having one!” you say, out loud
>you go about your morning routine, brushing your teeth, shaving, and relieving yourself
> You get ready to take a shower but when you turn the water on, nothing comes out
>”Huh, they must be working on the pipes down the street. Eh, that’s okay” you say
> You gets dressed and makes himself breakfast
> After eating you grab your car keys and goes outside
>You unlock the old pickup truck you’ve had since you first got your license, extra tank of fuel for emergencies in the far back
>You enter the truck and begin driving down to the local gun store
>After a ten minute drive, You pull up in the parking lot of the gun store
>As you walk in the store you notice something very odd
>”Hey Dave, what happened to all the guns?”you say as you scan over the rows and rows of empty firearm racks before turning to Dave, the owner of the store
“Well hey there Anon, we had a string of panic buys sweep through, we’re trying to get more here. Sorry if it’s an inconvenience” Dave says
>”Ah, no worries, I see you have a few left, I’ll check those out” you say and begin to slowly walk through the mostly empty store
>As you walk through the aisles you spot an AR, nothing special but something about it draws you towards it
>Maybe it’s the design, or maybe that it’s one of the few rifles still there
>”Hey Dave, how much for this one?” You say as you point to the rifle
“That one? About Five Hundred just for you bud” Dave says back
>”Five Hundred huh, that’s quite the deal there” you say

>>33366310
>You pick the rifle up off the rack and pay for it
“Well you have a good one Anon, Might rain in a day or two, don’t want to be outside during that. Supposed to be dark” Dave says as you leave the store
>”Oh I won’t go out when it rains, don’t really like the rain that much” you say as you stand in the exit, giving Dave a big smile
>After loading up your truck with the new gun and a few boxes of ammo, you drive back home
>”I hope you don’t mind but I’m going to turn on the radio” you say while reaching for the radio knobs
“No I don’t mind if the radio is on” A voice says from your right
>you look over and are face to face with a young woman in a standard t-shirt and jeans
>at that moment you remember weapon spirits are a thing, your friend Charlie has a rifle with a weapon spirit, might want to introduce them
>”Oh, you must be one of those weapon spirits they talk about” you say
“Well…uhh...Yeah, I’m a weapon spirit” the young woman says
“Oh, thanks for choosing me, I thought I’d go another few years collecting dust” the woman continues
>”Dust? But Dave keeps all the firearms in his store in tip-top condition”You say, with a confused look on your face
>Was Dave really that careless? You’re supposed to keep them clean and ready to rock at all times
>”Huh? Oh, it was just a figure of speech. Don’t take it seriously” the woman says
>You nod and turns the radio on
>The first radio preset is classic rock, one of your favorites
>strangely all you get is static
>”Huh, that’s odd. Let’s try this station” you say as you push another pre-set button
>Same result, only static
>You try all the presets before shrugging your shoulders
>”Must be in a bad area for radio. Always did have problems with this part of town listening to it” you say as you turn the radio off
>After a few minutes of standard small talk and driving they arrive back home

>>33366317
>”Well, I’d like to welcome you to your new home” you say to the woman as you open the door to your house
>The woman seems a bit taken aback, a look of happiness, confusion, fear, and a few other emotions thrown together
>”Is there, something wrong?”you say, looking at her with a puzzled look
>Why does she look like you’re showing her into an old house in Detroit turned into a meth lab?
“Oh, it’s nothing. It’s just that it’s been awhile since I was last in a house” the woman says
>As they both walk into the front room you turn to the woman
>”Oh, sorry about my manners but, do you have a name?” you ask
“Jamie” she replies
>”Okay Jamie, I’m Anon” you say
“Good to be with you Anon” Jamie says
>You Proceed to give Jamie a tour of your house, starting with the front room and the kitchen and showing all the rooms up to the bedroom
“Well, you got quite the place here Anon, but can I aks you a question?” Jamie says
>”Yeah. Shoot away” you reply
“Uhhh….Who’s Dave?” she says

and that is all I got for you all for now. Feedback is requested so I know if this is a good story idea or not

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>>33366285
Before Shera could react, she felt half a dozen spikes of searing pain pierce her chest and right leg, sending her toppling to the ground. The other five fell around her, torsos and heads exploding in bursts of dark red as they were ripped apart by bullets. She tried to scream, but could only gurgle and choke as blood filled her lungs. As her vision started to swim, she saw the tall Human standing above her, drawing a large silver pistol from his belt.

"We're businessmen."

The last thing the dying Sha'dee heard was the click of a hammer being thumbed back as the man from another world leveled his gun.

***

To Be Continued???

>>

So that's it for Chapter One. There is more to this story, though alas poor Shera isn't around to be the star of it anymore.

Feedback is, of course, appreciated. Do people want to see more of this next, or more of Leo and Co.?

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>>33364199
>"Don't be silly, everyone knows moon-men aren't real."

You fucking take that back.

>>33366334
>water not working
>only static in radio
>raifu doesn't know the guy who sold her to Anon
suddenly the empty store sounds ominous.

hope to read more soon

>>33365832
big, cuddly, sexy slav rifles a best

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>>33356676
let me get my gas mask and boonie hat on for this. THERE WE GO... Brought to you by everyone else going the fuck to sleep, finally, The Night Reich.

>Before too long, President Jackson decided that the reporters had more than enough, and he had more important or rather, other business to attend to, which meant further prolonged exchange with the new ambassador and his guard would further backlog any of these other affairs, not that their relative importance could truly be measured in his eyes.
>"Hey, it's been great talking to you, John, however, I've got a few affairs to take care of. and I'm sure you're eager to start on your vacation here before you have to head back to acrassas. Live it up and such."
"You're not wrong, I'd like to return Pitra's grace and show her around earth, maybe show her around my own hometown of Salisbury."
>"You're Rhodesian? Where were you stationed? If you don't mind my asking."
"I was stationed in Georgia, er sector five. Though I DID do some time out around Mars, Kepler 22 and even Kulundu and kulindi during the joint Pok-Human operations against the Ic'rah."
>"Kulindi?! Did you happen to know someone named Tyson Smith?"
>At the question Jack's face took on a morose expression, the sour thought entering his head.
"Yeah. I knew him. Orion was his name."
>"I only ask because I could never find anything about... what happened to him."
>As Jackson's face turned timid and pleading, asking to know what happened, Jack looked for a moment, down and seemingly through the world around him before snapping back to the present and answering.
"You'd have to have seen it." Jack answered before drawing in a breath and letting out a sigh. "I'm not going to discuss it."
>"Sorry I brought it up."
"No worry. If you'll excuse me, I've got some walking around to do."
>With that remark, Jack shook the president's hand, and departed the white house, strolling the national mall with Pitra in tow, absorbing the strange sights.

>>33366359
I never did like humans.

Not that I would KNOW what humans are like...or anything.

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I am a little bit ashamed of what i am doing here. It's like i am sickened and curious at the same time AND DON'T KNOW WHERE TO STOP

>>33367116
>Eventually the two came along to the monuments that had stood for two centuries since or more. "What are these?" Pitra asked, looking on the strange and obviously out of place buildings.
"Well, these are the monuments. On the end there..." Jack said pointing to the east, "... is the capitol building. It's where congress makes laws and decides national actions, though there's been a good bit of criticism and revolt whenever the ADD laws for the past hundred and fifty years, though. They mostly repeal them, wait for their maximum of four years to end now. To the right of that, are some of the Smithsonian museums, to the left there is one behind many of the federal government buildings that comprise various branches. That obelisk not too far from the middle is that Washington monument."
>Pitra's face perplexed as she said "It looks like something else."
"You're about a hundred and seventy years late to be the first to make THAT joke. It's a tower meant to honor George Washington, first president, and one of the first men to openly rebel against England during the american revolutionary war, about four hundred years ago."
>"What was it about?"
"A two percent tax on tea. The coercive acts, didn't feel like they were being heard when the government was so far away they had to take any where from six and a half to twelve weeks to make the trip from the government, to the governed. ONE WAY."
>"Who has the time to govern like that?"
"English, I guess."
>"What's this one behind us?"
"Lincoln memorial. He trample the whole United States bill of rights during his reign in the civil war, eventually wearing down the southern states with total war; A practice in which citizens of opposing states would be robbed in order to reduce the wealth of the states. Incidentally he also caused major problems in this country over a century and a half after his death. Fuck him. Fuck him and his top hat."
>"Sounds like he fucked something up."
"Yeah. The priorities."

>>33367272
Explain your stance on Lincoln?

>>33367272
>"So what happened?"
"So he sacrificed over half a million people for a segment of the population who wouldn't appreciate that sacrifice. A big one at the time, and of course, he set the precedent that government could do whatever it wanted in the interest of preserving or expanding its power, which was followed up on about seventy years later by Franklin Roosevelt."
>"I don't get it. What's the big deal."
"Once upon a time, here, the government could spy on you at all times. It was around the time grandpa Anon I told you about was serving as a draftee in the U.S. Army. Luckily, in the building we came from to get here, once sat a president who got the ball rolling on getting the government out of most things."
>"What does that even mean?"
"Tell me, does the king watch you eat when you eat? How about when you bathe."
>"They couldn't... why would anyone do such a thing?"
"When you're not as popular as you claim to everyone who opposes you, suppressing those who do so openly requires a massive spying apparatus to discredit, silence, or kill them."
>"The hell was going on?"
"A bit. I'm read on this because it has a bit to do with how my home nation of Rhodesia ceased to exist between nineteen eighty and twenty twenty-one."
>Pitra looked at him, recognizing that zeal, the kind she'd felt a couple years earlier, when she was only forty four or so years old by her planet's standards. "Question, have you ever tried to understand your enemies?"
"I try to get in their heads to predict their actions, but beyond that, no. People tried that before. Our lessons are written on their graves."


Hope you're enjoying this, I'll just tease some other stuff I had an idea for. Of course, more of Michael and Ekatarina, though they'll be doing things more... domestic, this time around. Some more story on Anon and Emily... I'll leave some music to tease that for you, and of course I'll try and actually write some ABORT!!!©, since there's interest in Mcnukes™

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>>33367428
yo, kek, mind if i post a little AT now?

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>>33367428
https://youtu.be/Yj0DU0wo_NQ
https://youtu.be/O-rqKRnhrTk
https://youtu.be/pUCMF8jWulY


>>33367378
Lincoln, in my eyes at least, is wholly responsible for the statist regime basically going unchecked since FDR followed his lead and every president since, except Trump (If my optomistic futures are ever realized) has more or less been a chain of massive faggots constantly expanding the power of the government and the presidency with little regard, and in the cases of FDR, Johnson, Clinton, Obama, and Reagan, outright intent at the degradation and recession of individual rights in the USA.

>>33367432
AT, you have the floor, friendo!

>Another rainy day, another few interviews
>First one today was a ridiculously expensive looking H&H side by side shotgun
>It was an interesting girl
>She appeared with a long, frilly dress and golden hair almost reaching the sofa she was sitting on
>And… undeniably beautiful
>Stone cold at first
>But she softened up a little when she realized the situation
>Not that she offered to help with anything
>Might be because she had absolutely no experience
>Never cooked a meal herself
>Never cleaned
>She was rather dismissing the whole time you spoke to her
>She ended up demanding that she was driven home as soon as humanly possible
>when you explained that wasn’t going to happen soon, she scoffed and left the room, heading into the library
>With the tiny little Stephanie in her lap
>And rather surprisingly, “The hunt for Red October” in her hands
>As long as she was happy it was alright, right?

>But now, you had far more important stuff on my mind
>Lunch
>You walk out to the kitchen and raid the fridge
>One of the best things Annie had going for her, was that she always kept the fridge full
>Not once since you met her had you opened the fridge and found it empty
>It was almost beautiful
>Boxes of leftovers
>Fresh vegetables
>Meat
>Dairy products
>All kinds of things to drink
>You sigh the happiest sigh imaginable
>And go for a box of leftovers from a big stew Annie made a few days ago
>Meat, taters, all kinds of vegetables and an unhealthy amount of cream
>And utterly delicious
>You fill a plate with the gooey stew and put it in the microwave
>You watch the plate spin slowly around in the microwave
>It looks… beyond delicious
>It stops spinning with ping
>Hastily you pull it out, and walk over to the table
>It’s all here
>The beer too
>You sink the fork into the ridiculously tender meat

AAAANON!
>”Augh… Yes Annie?”
This box here, where is it going?
>”The one with the magazines?”
No, the big one with tape all over

>You try to be calm as you leave the delicious food behind and walk over to Annie
>She is holding the box in her hands and looks… happy to see you
>And all the anger went away
>It was a large box, and just like she said, almost covered in tape

>”Where did you find this?”
In the gun room!
>”...You sure?”
Yes, i picked it up myself!

>Annie puts the box down on the coffee table
>And the looks back to you

>”Oh, right, i’ll get a knife”

>She looks back at you
>Looking… disappointed
>Like you didn’t understand anything
>She sighs heavily, lifts her right leg up and slides a sizeable knife out from her boot

>”Do you always-
Yes
>”...”
You can call me a lot, but not unprepared
>”I’m not going to call you unprepared. Anyway, open, please
Yep!

>Annie spins the knife around in her fingers
>She is frighteningly skilled with it
>After a little bit of showing off, she buries the knife in the box, and carefully cuts it open
>The top is cut open and Annie folds the sides away
>There is a sea of bubble wrap inside
>And those soft white balls used for packaging things safely
>Whatever they are called
>Annie is curious and pushes her hands down into the box
>And up comes an underbarrel shotgun
>Annie keeps digging
>Three underbarrel weapons
>The shotgun, was joined on the table with a grenade launcher and those awful .22 Zip guns

>”Annie, do these guns have….?”

>Annie picks up each of them, holding, touching and feeling it

No. Or well, i don’t think so,...
>”But?”
But, i think they could… alter us

>A flurry of ideas fly through your head
>Alter?
>What does that mean
>What would happen?
>Your thoughts directly go to Amanda
>And all of them… slightly perverse
>This was too fun of an opportunity to ignore
>You take a quick look at the clock before saying a quick goodbye to Annie and rushing out to the car that happens to be closest
>The old BMW
>the inline 6 starts with a purr and soon after you are dashing along the dirt road
>You find the closest gunstore to the house, still a good hour's drive away
>With an uncharacteristic speed for such a place, you dash in, looking excited and longing

>The tired, overweight man at the counter looks very surprised
>No one who has bought a handguard and a few AR parts has looked this happy
>Or excited
>You pay for the wares and then das back into the waiting car
>It leaves the parking lot with spinning tires and engine bouncing of the rev limiter
>A beautiful sound and a smell that was borderline erotic
>This was the fastest drive home anyone has ever done
>While a big BMW saloon is usually something that was intended to be driven with dignity…
>You decide to pretend this particular one was a WRC car on the last gravel stretch to the house
>Soon the car brakes to a halt and you fly out of it, gunparts in hand
>You open the door with a vigorous slam and scream

>”AMANDA. GET DOWN HERE, RIGHT NOW”

>Not long after, a sleepy and somewhat confused looking girl comes down the stair

“W-what is it Anon?”
>”YOU’RE GETTING A NEW HANDGUARD”
“Oh really?”
>”WITH RAILS ON IT”
“No… Anon! Please, NOOOOO”

>Amanda tries to run away, but wearing socks indoors proves to be her doom
>You catch her neck, turning her into that pretty looking AR you built a few years ago
>As fast as you can, you get it to the closest available table, ripping the old handguard off
>But, being an AR, the process was easy
>One goes off, new one goes one
>”Okay, change now!”

>And so she does
>Her long brown hair flows over a camouflaged shirt instead of the white t-shirt she had earlier

“Anoooon, why are you doing this!”

>Amanda seems visibly upset
>You hold her and walk her out to the three underbarrel weapons
>Her eyes open up
>Wide
>She didn’t get the chance to say why she was so flustered over the weapons
>You grabbed her by the neck, and once again find yourself with an AR in your hands
>Now for the fun part
>The launcher neatly slides onto the lower rail, and you secure it with a screw
>Your AR
>Now with a grenade launcher

>”Okay, Amanda, let’s see how you like this!”

>Amanda changes back
>Your plan… worked
>Her clothes were exactly the same
>The blue jeans
>The old boots
>Her new camouflaged shirt
>But underneath…
>Certain parts of her had grown significantly larger
>She had grown from the something-around-b-cup she always been a little conscious about to… you weren’t really sure
>but they were big
>Amanda’s face was one of pure shock
>She looked down at her cleavage barely staying inside the shirt
>The two top button were already popped open
>Amanda stared down at her new assets, absolutely frozen in place
>Her eyes glimmered, shined
>Her jaw was on the floor
>She raised her a little on her toes, pushing herself up and down an inch or two
>She was rewarded with jiggling
>Beautiful, beautiful jiggling

>”Don’t forget to breathe”
“A-Anon…”
>”Like it?”
“THIS IS AMAZING”
>”Think so?”
“Wow…”
>”So, that’s what the grenade launcher does...”
“W-w-”
>”Good, that leaves the .22 zip and the Shotgun”
“I don’t even… know what those do. But please let me keep this! Please! Pleasepleasepleaseplease”

>The urge to bury your face in them is overwhelming…
>But you can almost feel Annie’s gaze piercing the back of your head
>The rewards was high
>But so was the risk
>You just can’t

>”yeah, whatever”

>The plan at this point was to get rid of the launcher and try the other weapons
>But someone had other ideas
>Amanda was bouncing with energy, and the same second you let her go, she darted away at speeds approaching that of the Sprint SAM missile

“LAAAAAAAALAAAAAAAA!!! YOU HAAAAAVE TO SEEE THIS!!!”

>And there was no point at all trying to stop what was about to happen
>Or you thought so
>Annie caught her in the doorway

Little one, perhaps show a little gratitude
“S-sorry Annie, but i’m just v-v-”
I know you are, but be patient for a little while, would you?
“Okay Annie…”

>Amanda walks back, standing in front of you
>She takes a last look at her assets before being gripped by the neck again and turned into a rifle
>You slowly unscrew the screws on the grenade launcher, slide it off the rails and set it on the table
>Next up was the little Zip gun
>But it was no longer where you left it
>Annie was holding it in her hands, with a troubled face

>”Everything okay?”
I’m not sure about this thing
>”How so?”
It’s like it is something in there, but it can’t come out
>”She’s shy?”
No, it’s not like that. It’s like something is in here, trapped?
>”Okay… So, do we like… try?”
I suppose we can, but i’m still not sure

>You hum a long forgotten tune as you get the little .22 in place
>It’s in the right place, now just the screws left
>When they are in place to, you have a very M16A2 looking rifle, with a ugly handguard and a jammy, gimmicky, finicky .22 LR pistol on it

>”Okat Aman-”
Wait!
>”Oh?”
Anon, please wait a little, i have a bad feeling about this…
>”You do?”
Yes, that little gun is…
>”Horrible?”
Yes, and cute little Amanda…
>”Come on, how bad can it be? Amanda, come out!”

>It tuned out “How bad can it be” was exactly like the “How hard can it be” line they liked on Top Gear
>Which as soon as it was said out loud, something ended in a fireball or a massive crash
>Amanda stands before you
>Annie gasps audibly and then covers her mouth
>Amanda looks down, still front heavy despite her loss of cleavage
>It takes her a second or two to realize what happened
>Her face is now one of horror
>You can feel the panic building up inside
>While you can take a lot of cruel jokes, but this certainly was one too far
>You hop up, and grab her by her neck, no longer having to look at the girl in front of you
>Where there was panic, now there is just an AR
>Your hands are shaking as you take the little .22 and remove it from your rifle
>Between your breaths, you manage to speak

>”what the fuck… I didn’t even think that was possible”
Yeah…
>”Let’s… never speak of this, ever again”
I’m just surprised she ended up like that before i did
>”ANNIE”
Sorry, sorry…
>”Geez...”
Give her the launcher back now, and let’s call it a day, that took two months off my life

>You slide the launcher back and send Amanda off with an apology and a promise never to do that again
>And not mentioning the shotgun
>With that cleared up, she wasn’t seen for the rest of the day
>And interestingly enough, neither was Lala

>You had to sit in a corner of the house, with the TV running to not hear them
>Annie was leaning in and around you
>Another rainy day on the couch
>It was very nice to just sit in the couch and cuddle for an entire afternoon
>She might not appear to be that kind of person at first, but she was a big fan of just physical contact
>Just being held
>Not that you can blame her for that
>And by the time that damn online casino ad rolls around for the fifth damn time, you can’t stop yourself from asking that one question anymore

>”Annie?”
Mhm….

>She shifts a little as she lies on you, unburying her face from your shoulder
>You can’t help but smile a little looking at her face

“Sure you don’t want some rails?”

>You say that, more as a joke than anything else

Do you enjoy breathing?

>Your train of thought lurches away, heading in a very specific direction

I know what you are thinking, how i am going to choke you?
>”Well…”
It with not be with thighs up cleavage, it will be an extremely un-erotic affair, that will include ropes, a chair and a cellar
>”You’re cute when you are angry”

>Annie giggles a little
>And is met with kiss on her forehead

>”Don’t worry, you’re not getting any of that”
As if i need it
>”Hehe… nah. Can’t say you do”
….
>”...”
You’re not telling me something
>”Yeah, i’m still kinda curious to what the Masterkey shotgun would do”
Don’t force your perverted ideas on the poor girl
>”I know, i know, i’m not gonna do it, but ya know, i’m a curious man”
I will bully you if you bully the AR
>”Annie, i promise you, i will not put a shotgun on my rifle. Good enough?”
Good enough for me

>Annie shuffles a little on you, rests her head on your shoulder, and falls asleep

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so, uhm... should i go away and be ashamed of myself now?

>>33367489
No. That was beautiful.

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>>33364199
That hunting scene at the beginning... Whew... Surprised they have advanced civilization with gasoline and university and everything with farming only recently becoming more important. Them Sha'dee must be the crackest of hunters. Enjoying it so far. My money is on the black things being human, and a bit more risky money on the government knowing that they were coming.

>>33365803
Whoo! More Mila backstory! And a very steamy one at that. Don't remember courage fortifying sweet raifu lovings for quite some time. I like the idea. Very enjoyable to read. Please update soon.

>>33366089
Ah, there is more. Let us see what happens next.

>>33366359
Oh, oh geez. Well, there goes any hope that ancient humanity had in my book. AnCap warriors in the deep past defending against aggressive Sha'dee, who are violating NAP by inhabiting human owned universe without paying existence fees. Really cool to read a story from the Sha'dee point of view, especially one about first contact. Please, play on.

>>33366334
There's something happening here. What it is ain't exactly clear. Hope everything is alright, but we all know it isn't. How Anon and Jamie can survive whatever Happening is happening.

>>33367428
Damn, so much Lincoln hate. But he dindu nuffin... But seriously, it's neat to see a bit more of the insides of Jack's head. Learn more about his morals, why he does the way he does. Very good stuff here.

>>33367489
That was hilarious. I really did enjoy this update. Feel a bit sorry for Amanda, reduced to Anon's plaything. But at least he didn't insist on her keeping that zip gun. Keep up the good work.

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Update for We Remembered Zion after so damn long.

JTfag is up to date
>folder to catch up or to start reading it if your new
http://pastebin.com/1qS4EqXS

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>>33366334
Could this be the tale of a ghost gun? Wooowowooowowoowooo!

>>33367489
Need to fix something. First post.

>>33367469
>but now, you had far more important stuff on my mind
I hope you know where I'm going with this.

So, don't be ashamed of yourself. Just figure out what the Masterkey does before my AR does.

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>>33367481
>I'm just surprised she ended up like that before I did

>>33368929
"My" was supposed to be "you", correct. And thank you. And I still kinda haven't decided on that. It's hard to make it interesting without making it weird

>>33368996
fucking shit, *your

>>33368994
Heh, glad you like it

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>>33368637
ohhh, raifu art guy I've seen a picture or two i think you have done. This one, right?

>>33368043
Based reply anon strikes again.

>Surprised they have advanced civilization with gasoline and university and everything with farming only recently becoming more important.
The Serev Empire is roughly equivalent to late WWI/Interbellum era Europe in terms of tech. Hunting is a supplemental source of food at this point, but one they're loathe to abandon due to tradition.

>Them Sha'dee must be the crackest of hunters.
The female Sha'dee is perfectly evolved to do two things: stalk and chase down big game, and reproduce.

>Oh, oh geez. Well, there goes any hope that ancient humanity had in my book. AnCap warriors in the deep past defending against aggressive Sha'dee, who are violating NAP by inhabiting human owned universe without paying existence fees.
At this point they're still only one Human faction of many, but obviously the other ones aren't long for this world.

>Really cool to read a story from the Sha'dee point of view, especially one about first contact. Please, play on.
Glad you enjoyed it! More coming very soon.

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>>33368043
>>33368929
>>33367564

And thanks guys! i Have more fuel now

>>33370906
Does JTfag still post around these parts? I remember reading those stories months ago. Offered to help polish up the work but they weren't down. Good stories though.

>>33370937
JT even posted an update last thread m8

>>33370937
You literally replied to JTfag

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>>33370937
Oh, about that. At is also me, but i pretended to be two people. I'm still here and still writing

>>33370780
I'm not Guard, I just have a bunch of his doodles saved.

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*Last time on Hotline Waffegeist*
>You move towards the one you just shot with your guns still aimed on him, while the sound of a chainsaw and meat could be heard behind.
>Crouching to his level, you shove the Hi-Point in his mouth.
“You are going to tell me right now if this is where all of the guns are, or I’ll be sure to make the rest of your short life a living hell. Move your head up and down for yes, and left and right for now. Answer me truthfully, and I’ll let you live. Got it?”
>The man moved his head up and down.
“Is this where all the guns are located?”
>He moved his head up and down.
“Are you sure about that? My partner here is feeling very antsy, and wouldn’t mind taking pieces of you at a time.”
>He continued to move his head up and down.
>The sound of the chainsaw was at idle.
>Behind you, you hear Viveca speaking in Russian to the fox-girl, who also began to reply in a hurt and scared tone.
>” Pidaraz is full of bullshit.” Viveca yelled back.
>You slug the Crip.
“Viveca, take a hand.”
>She began to rev up the chainsaw, when the Crip began to get frantic.
>”Uh ‘igh, u’ll alk.”
>You remove the gun from his mouth.
>”You ain’t got teh guts, whyt bo-“
>Viveca swiftly removed the man’s left hand, causing him to scream in agony.
“There are more body parts to choose from, so choose your words carefully. Where did the other guns get taken to?”
>”To dis strip joint on 2345 Coconut Lane.”
“And how did you acquire these guns? This looks to be a legitimate company that had their wares stolen.”
>”Right, dis ATF guy wuz gonna drop all charges ‘nd shit for all of us if we took this shit.”
“This sound right?”
>Viveca begins to talk to the fox-girl.
>”Da, AK here says of what she know of pidaraz says is true.”
“Alright.”
*BANG!*

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>>33371406
And now for Part 8 of Hotline: Waffegeist

>August 9th, Los Angeles, on the road
“And this is why we don’t trust gang members telling us anything.” said Boar to Viveca, after loading the last crates of stolen Russian guns into the van. Moments earlier, Boar fired a shot into the crip’s other arm during the interrogation. He continued to plea to Boar, saying he told him that was all he knew. Not buying it, Boar called on Viveca to review the camera footage the crip had recorded. What was revealed was that a bunch of them dragged out two blond fox girls, both of differing height, looking ready to make a move on them. Their advances were halted from someone yelling at them, likely the head as he was the most well dressed, that they were not to be touched. Not happy about this order, everyone began to complain, stating the girls were going to get railed anyway at a place called ‘Saturday Night Special’ and they wanted first dibs.

“Tell us where ‘Saturday Night Special’ is, and I may let you live.” Boar calmly, but firmly, instructed the crip. He gave the address, and was confirmed by Viveca with a phone she found from one of the other dead crips. “Alright, I won’t kill you.“ Boar said as he was slowly getting up. Turning around he walked towards Viveca and placed his hand on her shoulder. “Viveca, make it quick.”

Back at the van, with everything loaded in, Boar and Viveca slammed the back door.
“That everyone?”
”Da, papa.”
Both quickly ran to the front of the car, with Boar quickly turning on the ignition, as Viveca jumped in, and floored it. Flying through the streets, Boar pushed his van forward as fast as he could, weaving between cars and speeding through red lights.
“That one AK not gonna be a problem, Viv?”
”Da. She is locked in container with rest.”
Nodding, Boar continued to barreling down the road. The only solace he took from being pulled over was that the police rarely patrol the area.

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>>33371427
Inside they were immediately assailed with loud music and dancing girls under dimmed colored lights. Immediately they were greeted by a large bouncer reaching for an underage girl to his side. Reacting faster, Boar fired a shot near point-blank at his head, causing gore to erupt from behind. Viveca, in concert with Boar’s speed, wrapped her left arm around the girl’s neck, and lifted her up in front of her.

Some of the patrons, hearing the gunfire, began to stand up and reach towards their sides. The two moved with their eyes trained forward, firing at those making an aggressive action as they head towards cover behind the bar at their right. Viveca fired a few shots towards the direction of the nearest strip table, suppressing the crips at their position, while Boar fired 5 rounds into a group at the bar before getting behind the counter. Viveca fired a shot into the kid’s head, causing the girl to transform into a pistol with a shattered barrel and slide in Viveca’s arms. Dropping the broken gun, Viveca followed Boar and slide behind as well.

Behind the counter was a bar tender in a bunny-girl outfit cowering from the hail of bullets now flying at their direction. Viveca nudged Boar at his shoulder, and drew his attention to a 30-round magazine of 7.62x39 and the girl. Boar quickly handed his pistol to Viveca, grabbed the magazine and the girl, who then transformed into an AMD-65, inserted the magazine and pulled her charging handle.

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>>33371439
Viveca grabbed a tall bottle of spirits, and moved quickly out of cover going right while Boar was firing away with the AMD-65. Moving quickly towards Boar’s position, a crip drew his pistol behind a table and was now aiming it towards him. Viveca threw the bottle at his head, jerking his aim away. Staggering, the crip was tripped onto the ground, and in a flash Viveca grabbed a hold of his hand and pulled the trigger of his pistol underneath his jaw. Gore erupted from his cranium, and he went limp.

Boar fired 10 shots before he had to retreat back to cover. While bogged by suppressive fire, he crept towards the other end of the bar table and got a look at Viveca’s position. She had on her another pistol and behind cover. Seeing Boar, she pointed towards the entrance to the place, signaling activity at the other side.

Moving quickly over to the left side, Boar could hear Viveca fire some rounds towards the main firing group. Peaking from cover, he saw a couple of figures sneaking their way towards the door. Boar open fired at the two, dropping them with two shots each. As soon as their bodies splayed on the floor, small feminine figures appear, and began to dash off behind cover.

“PAPA!” yelled out Viveca. Moving towards her location, a crip was flashing a devious smile. In his hands he held a vepr-12, with it pointed at Boar. But as quickly as he flashed his smile, it suddenly became a look of horror. Boar fired away three rounds towards his lower half and leg, causing him to fall to the ground and release the vepr-12. Springing from his grip, Viveca got on top of him, plunged her thumbs into his eye sockets and began slamming his head on the ground.

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>>33371466
Shots still rained on Boar, despite Viveca’s attempts to provide suppressive fire after her brawl. Scanning the bar shelf, Boar found a bottle of half filled Bacardi 151. Ripping a piece of cloth nearby, Boar quickly soaked the rag with the spirit, stuck it in the bottle, and lit his zippo. Peaking from above briefly, there was a group of crips hiding behind the runway in front and his right. Quickly igniting the rag, he tossed the bottle at them. The sound of glass shattering and blood curdling screams prompted Boar and Viveca to move out of cover and concentrate their fire. Out of the four that were hiding behind the runway, two had caught fire, leaving the other two to attempt to put them out or regain control of the situation.

Boar headed towards Viveca, as the both took out the remaining group of crips. At Viveca’s side, Boar patted her shoulder, indicating her to drop the gun. Placing the AMD-65 on the ground, Boar grabbed Viveca, prompting her to shift into her shotgun form.

With his familiar weapon in his hands, Boar began to clean up what remained of the strip club’s occupants. Standing out of cover, three crips moved out of cover, weapons drawn. However, with frightening speed, Boar fired faster than they could react. Only a single bullet managed to make its way towards Boar, but only managed to strike one of his magazines on his plate carrier. Unable to put out those on fire, the two hiding behind the runway tried to fight back. Yet, as soon as their heads appeared from cover, 00-buckshot had torn through them before they could do anything.

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>>33371439
>>33371466
>>33371494
I love the story and I love this art, where do you find these?

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>>33371494
Shadows of girls wisped past towards a door close to the stage. Mentally cursing to himself that there was likely a backdoor, Boar began perused them. Moving towards the door, Boar fired two shells, one each for the two crips still on fire, blowing away at their cranium, giving them a quick release.

Kicking open the door, Boar was greeted with an empty hallway containing only closed doors. Boar kicked open the first door at his left, slamming it on the person behind. On the floor was a crip with his pants down on his ankles and a visible bulge. In his hand he held a TEC-9, now morphing into a beat-up looking preadolescent girl with a fearful look on her face. To the man on the floor, Boar pointed Viveca right at his head. Gore painted the floor private couch, and the TEC-9. Wasting no time, Boar back out, and moved on, changing Viveca’s now empty magazine with the last remaining 8-rounds.

The right door across looked too inconspicuous. It was a heavy steel door with an integrated lock. Taking note of it for later, Boar continued down through the hallway, kicking open more doors, clearing the area. With each door, he was only greeted with empty private rooms. Turning around the corner, the two came to find that the back exit looked to have been chain locked, and one more door on their left.

>>33371541
Kicking it open, Boar found himself in a room filled with make-up stations around the side of a wall, and gun lockers along the other. Cowering in the corner between the two stations were the dancers, each of varying ages and size. One of them stood in front of the girls, a girl with blond hair and see-through bikini-type panties and bra, holding out an AK pistol, with it aimed directly at Boar. He held his right hand up, and set Viveca down with his left. Viveca quickly materialized back into his human form. However, instead of joining Boar to appear non-threatening and deescalate the situation, she aggressively moved towards the blond, grabbed her by the neck and threw her down on the ground, and grasped the AK pistol.

“Heдaвнo cюдa пpишли двe дeвyшки. Cкaжи нaм, гдe oни ceйчac, cyкa зaeбa.” Viveca said in a harsh tone to the pistol as she shook it with her left hand while holding blond in her right. Despite wearing her own mask, a clear look disdain was hiding underneath. Dropping the gun, it materialized into an early pubescent girl with cat ears and tail, wearing a risqué thong and bra.
“Хoзяин взял их вниз, зa мeтaлличecкoй двepью.” the catgirl responded, quivering.
“Paccкaжитe нaм, кaк вoйти, или мы coбиpaeмcя ocтaвить вac здecь, чтoбы cгнить. Mы дoлжны cпacти этих двoих ceйчac.” Viveca answered back.

The cat girl got up, now looking a little bewildered. “Toлькo бocc мoжeт вoйти, и oн ceйчac тaм.”

>>33371539
Usually google images. There was a time when /v/ would have these Hotline Miami threads with a bunch of fun art.

>>33366359
***

Kiral purred, patting her mate's head absentmindedly as the smaller male nuzzled his face into her chest. Her head was still aching a bit from overindulging the night before, but who could blame her? It wasn't every day your old commanding officer got made Empress, after all. She would have loved nothing better than to stay in her nest and cuddle with her mate, but today was a big day. Kiral, along with the rest of her old unit, had been called on at the last moment to serve as Empress Kheersi's ceremonial guard during the coronation. Not that this was itself unusual, rulers who had served in the military almost always chose their old units to serve as honor guards, but Kheersi's selection had been so sudden and unexpected that Kiral and the rest of her old war buddies hadn't had time to prepare.

Groaning, she released her mate from the vice grip of her legs and tail, which only caused him to cling to her more tightly.

"Come on Forran, you know I have to do shit today." Kiral grumbled, reluctantly but gently shoving him. "Let go."

"No." Forran mumbled, voice muffled by her chest as he squeezed her tighter in his arms.

Kiral bit her lip and fought the urge to stay in nest. She lost.

"Fine, one more time. Then I have to get up."

About half an hour later, she finally rose to her feet. Forran was splayed across the nest, passed out with a contented grin on his face and a fresh pair of bite marks on his neck. Kiral had only started seeing him recently, but she was really liking this male. He was an aeronautical engineer at their City's Imperial Academy, working on one of the heavier-than-air flight programs that had captured the imagination of the nation in recent years. A very prestigious position, to be sure, but that wasn't the only reason Kiral liked him. He was a real sweetheart; patient, cuddly and great in the nest. She was seriously considering joining his colony and letting him father her next crop of little ones.

>>33371572
That was a ways off though. Kiral still had a very promising military career ahead of her, especially with the change in leadership, and she wasn't about to waste that kind of golden opportunity lazing around with a belly full of young. Once she had secured her position in the new order, maybe she could take a few months leave.

Pushing thoughts of breeding out of her head, Kiral stepped over nests of dozing Sha'dee and made her way to the lockers that lined the far wall of the sleeping hall. She found her own and pulled it open to reveal her parade uniform, still in its bag from the cleaners. Grabbing it off its hook, she headed for the showers.

The warm water felt heavenly on her soft red skin as she scrubbed off the dirt of the previous day and the sweat of this morning. Other members of her colony were showering as well, giggling and playing beneath the rushing water. Once clean and dry, she stood in front of a wall of mirrors and started to get dressed.

Kiral pulled on her underwear and stockings, tightening her corset and lacing up the deep purple blouse over it. Next came the buff-colored trousers, closely fitted to show off her powerful legs and secured with laces at her natural waist, terminating about five inches above her belt line. She buttoned the collar protruding from the rear of the trousers around the base of her tail, then secured the flap down over it. After that came the similarly-colored jacket, with it's high neck collar and the triangular flap securing it across her chest, embroidered with the purple Imperial Crest just below her neckline. Finally, she pulled on her tailcoat, buttoning it to her jacket and adjusting the ornate collar and epaulettes.

>>33371578
Now it was time for her gear. Kiral secured the wide, dark green leather pistol and sword belts around her hips, threading the chest strap under her left epaulet, then attaching the cross-draw holster to her right flank. She pulled on her tall leather boots and gloves, securing the cuffs of her trousers and tailcoat above them and leaning down with a rag to make sure the boots were still polished to a bright sheen.

As she was straightening her collar, she felt Forran's signature approach her from behind. He wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled his face into her back, purring softly. Kiral purred back, arching her spine and curling her tail around his. He released her, and started tying her hair back for her. Once finished, her mate turned to her front and helped her adjust her uniform, making sure everything was perfect and tying the lanyard from her pistol to the loop on her right shoulder.

"Here, you don't want to forget these." Forran smiled warmly, handing Kiral her sword and ceremonial hunting knife.

She took the weapons, leaning in to bump her nose affectionately against his as she buckled the sword to her left hip and the knife across her lower back. As she finished securing them, Forran placed the wide-brimmed helmet on her head and stepped back to admire his mate.

"Gods you're gorgeous." He whistled, planting his hands on his hips and looking her up and down. "Maybe I should mess you up a bit so you don't outshine the Empress."

"Oh stop it!" Kiral blushed slightly, flattening her ears and crossing her arms behind her back.

"No, it's true! You should get moving though, you'll miss your train!" Forran urged, gently shoving her towards the exit. "Good luck! I'll be watching you from the Academy's box!"

"Love you!" Kiral called back as she pushed open the door to their colony's quarters.

"Love you too!" Her mate waved to her, smiling as she stepped out into the bustling corridors of the City.

Gonna pause until LtCol._L finishes.

>>33371589
Like all Sha'dee Cities, the Serev Capitol had started life as a small cluster of colony houses and eventually grown into a colossal, unified hive that dominated the landscape like an artificial mountain. The Serev, as a predominantly desert people, preferred to build their cities on the large mesas that punctuated the rolling plains of their home continent. This one was no exception, though little remained of the original mesa after decades of expanding in all directions.

Kiral made her way through the halls, lesser Sha'dee scattering out of her way at the sight of the clustered triangles on her left sleeve that signified her rank. She arrived at the nearest station just in time to catch the train headed for the city center. It was packed with other soldiers and various officials, all eager to get seats before the event started. Normally Kiral would have been bunking with the rest of her unit and this could all be avoided, but she had been on leave when the succession was announced.

She didn't mind the packed train, however. Sha'dee liked closeness, it was comforting to be surrounded by their own kind. Most were solid red ethnic Serev like Kiral herself, but there were a few striped Kessai here and there, mostly keeping to themselves. The Serev and Kessai nations had been at eachothers' throats for centuries, and there was little love lost between solid and striped Sha'dee as a result.

Skin pattern didn't really bother Kiral. She was a patriot, certainly, but her brand of nationalism was more civic than racial. Forran was actually part Kessai, though his stripes were too faint to see without close inspection. She would know, she had "inspected" him pretty closely on numerous occasions.

The train slowed and came to a stop, doors opening to reveal the enormous chamber of the Imperial Mall.

>>33371592
Go right ahead, this is all I've got before I need to head home from work.

>>33371567
Viveca got up as well, releasing her grip on the blond. “Blyat…”
“Take it the mystery door can’t be accessed?” said Boar.
“Owner is only one with keys to get in, and is there now.”
Taking a couple of seconds to think, Boar walked out of the room, waving to Viveca to follow. Viveca saw him examining the steel door and probing for any weaknesses in it. “Alright, get the girls into the van, and bring the red box of equipment I have in the back. Gonna stay here and keep watch incase if anyone tries to get out, but I have an idea on how to get in.”

Minutes later, Viveca returned with the red box. Boar was still there are the door, standing guard in case of activity.
“Here you are, Papa.”
“Thanks, Viv.” replied Boar, patting her on the shoulder. “Gonna need you to find an aluminum can. See if one of them has any snus or chewing tobacco.” said Boar as he began to rifle through the box.

Returning with a half used can, Boar took it and dumped out the tobacco and bent the metal inward and punched a small hole in the bottom along the rim. He then grabbed 8 inches of detcord , blasting cap Detabooster, and some electrical tape. Using them, he constructed a make-shift explosive and placed it on the padlock of the steel door. Using a shock tube, he and Viveca moved back to the bar, and hid for cover. Once behind cover, Boar hit the ignition of the shock tube, and loud blast echoed. Boar now had to work quickly before the police could arrive.

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>>33371677
The padlock was ripped to shreds and the bolt was sliced, allowing Boar to kick the door open with ease. Through the door was a set of stairs descending downward into a little nondescript office with some papers, a computer filled with surveillance, and what may have been a bag of drugs. Boar, opened up the computer and removed the hard drive. To the side of the office was another door with just a padlock that was unlocked and the lock open. Boar swung open the door to see three male individuals, the crip from the video, a large fat man in a suit, and a suit kneeling on the floor.

“I KNEW IT! THIS WAS A FUCKIN’ SET UP!” and in a spit second, the crip kicked the suit, and he his large associate began to fire at Boar. Boar quickly backed off behind cover, evading the shots fired at him. With his back on the wall, he suddenly felt his left arm writhe in pain, the sensation of being kicked in the chest and gut. Looking at himself, he had been struck a couple times in the chest and took a bullet to the left bicep.

Picking Viveca up with his right arm and readying it, he moved out of cover, screaming and firing Viveca as fast as his body could handle. The man from the video was hit twice, one in the lower extremities and the second on his left shoulder. Boar took another two hits to the chest. With adrenaline and endorphins pumping throughout his body, Boar suppressed as much pain as his body would allow. He swung Viveca towards the direction of the fat man and unloaded what remained in Viveca’s magazine into him, with a few shots completely missing their mark.

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>>33371718
After the carnage was complete, Boar placed Viveca, down on the ground, to which she immediately became human and began to inspect Boar for injuries. A bullet was buried in his left bicep, but otherwise, the injury not looking serious or limb threatening. Boar got up and moved towards the suit, who was also getting up. Before the man could utter a word, Boar swung a punch at his gut, grabbed him from the back of the head, and kneed him in the face, sending the suit flying to the ground.
“Where the fuck are the two girls that were brought here, and don’t think about playing with me.” yelled Boar.
“AH! FUCK! MY NOSE!”
“At the count of three-“
“Back over there in the locked case! Hope you guys didn’t shoot it up coming in here guns blazing! Fuck!” yelled the suit as he kept reeling from the blow, his face now bloodied.
Viveca came over with a piece of torn cloth and tied it around Boar’s arm, staunching the wound. Once done, Viveca took a look at the man, and began to go through his pockets.
“Get your gun out of there!”
Viveca then produced his wallet, opening it up, taking a look. The air became still and she showed Boar its contents. Boar grabbed the wallet, looking at disbelief and a seething anger.
“Viv, get those cases open and get Natasha and Katya out of here. It looks like I need to have a little chat with the gentleman here.”

The drive back to the drop off took longer than expected. The weight of all the guns, in addition to the ones saved at the strip club and three VIPs, made the van that much heavier and unwieldy. But arrive they did without a hitch. Waiting for the duo were a pair wearing horse masks and a taller, more built man in a suit and bear mask, giving off the feeling of apprehensiveness.

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>>33371741
“We got the girls and the VIPs for the party, along with some extra girls and an unannounced VIP.” said Boar. The man in the bear mask began to nervously rub his hands. “One of the girls had it too rough, but the VIPs are safe.”
“Show me. I wish to see Natasha and Katya” Said the man.
Cradled in Viveca’s arms were a SVD and VSS, both in their gun forms. The man briskly walked over, getting ready to also take off his mask at the same time.
“Whoa there, buddy, you were told to wear that for a reason, ya hear.” Keeping it on, he grabbed the guns from Viveca, giving them a hug. The guns then also transformed into their human forms, to embrace the man as well. Walking over to Boar was the man in the man in the horse mask, with a smaller female next to him.

“Touching, isn’t it? Well, as you may or may not know, those two are to be the featured pieces in one of those big gun shows. Hey, that wound looks bad, ya holdin’ up?”
“I’m beat, Horse, let’s get this over with.”
“Right, Boar. I can’t help but hear you also brought some extras too, right? Can’t help yourself to bring some abandoned kittens as well.”
“Didn’t want witnesses around.” replied Boar, in a half-hearted lie.
“Right, sure. But about this third VIP.”
Boar them waved Horse over to the van, pointing to the tied up and gagged suit, then handing Horse the suit’s wallet. Closing the door of the van, the two walked a couple of feet away.
“Welp, Boar, we’ll see what we can do about this piece of shit here. Too bad he isn’t ATF, but I’d imagine he’d be dead right about now if he was.”
“You gonna take him off my hands? I’d rather not take him to the side of the road and just shoot him there, given I figured he’d be more use to us for the time being.”
“Sure thin- and look at that. Got a call. Throw him out of the van, get some sleep, guy.”

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>>33371772
And that concludes Part 8. Hope you all liked, and if you didn't, well, at least you gave it a go.

>>33371567
Here's the translation, because 4chan cannot into Russian
“wo girls came here recently. Tell us where they are right now, fucking bitch” Viveca said in a harsh tone to the pistol as she shook it with her left hand while holding blond in her right. Despite wearing her own mask, a clear look disdain was hiding underneath. Dropping the gun, it materialized into an early pubescent girl with cat ears and tail, wearing a risqué thong and bra.
“The owner took them down, behind the metal door.” the catgirl responded, quivering.
“Tell us how to enter, or we are going to leave you here to rot. We must save these two now.” Viveca answered back.

The cat girl got up, now looking a little bewildered. “Only the boss can enter, and he's there now.”

Polybus, did you receive my email?

gonna wait for the next thread to conclude part 3. Thanks for all the support. My spring break is coming up and I will have all the time in the world to write

>>33372509
Part three of what, now?

>>33373544
To /k/atch a Predator.

>>33371927
recived and responded

>>33374263
and i forgot my name

>>33371788
You did good, chief.
I'm hlad you're back to writing

>>33371439
>>33371466
>>33371494
>>33371541
Nigga. You PEEK around corners and obstacles, you PEAK from drugs or other shit like climbing in altitude.

And fix some verb tenses.

>>33375004
Duly noted.

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>>33368043
I FINALLY GOT AMMO FOR IT! I HAVEN'T HAD A BULLET FOR THIS THING IN TWO YEARS! GUESS MODEL AND CALIBER!

bump for the night

I'll try to ripple off a post for tonight, maybe a nice non canonical one off. Anyone suggest any good animes that I haven't seen that might keep my attention?


>Henry Samson felt he'd seen it all when he went from Kilundu's orbit and saw the Ic'rah attempting to send unarmed troops to board the Richter in the vacuum of space, or when he was on the planet itself and they sent wave after wave of "berserkers" to their deaths at the hands of the nano soldiers and their M-34s.
"I wasn't ready!" He screamed through a wild grin as he started firing into a wave of Ic'rah flamethrowers, watching enemy after enemy disappear into plumes of fire, only to come back out screeching and flailing while their limbs burned. then came those caught in the area of effect of the exploding flamethrowers.
>Caught in the fires, the Ic'rah soldiers either burned, or took cover, pinned down and combat ineffective as the nano soldiers descended on them like a vulture on a corpse.
>The screeches weren't audible for much longer while the muscular matrix of the suits tore them throat from skull.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFS_CC2Bugc

>>33375305
Slope on the rear of the slide looks like a px4? In 40s&w?

>>33375305
Baby eagle in .41ae?

>>33377042
yup.

>>33377119
How the hell can you not have had .40 ammo for over a year?

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>>33368068
Moscow hasn't been this bright since Napoleon. Urban fighting against space aliens cannot be a fun experience. Hope the men are able to do some good against the Invaders. Also pretty neat that the aliens have been fighting with lasers and such for so long that they almost completely forgot about projectile weapons.

>>33370849
Alright, I understand a bit more clearly now.

>>33370906
Fuel for the writefags! (you)s for the (you) throne!

>>33371599
Loving this insight into ancient Sha'dee culture. I'm sure we'll learn how the solids and the stripeds learned to live amicably with each other, along with how dickish humans can be.

>>33371788
You know, I really hate those Crips. Probably more than Himmler hated Jews. But that's good. That means there's good writing here. Wonder who that VIP is...

>>33376798
Crispy Ic'rah. Yum, yum.

>>33377971
>solids vs stripes
I feel like playing billiards now.

>>33377687
well, back in 2012 I bought about 200 rounds and in like 2014 or 2015 I shot up the last of it. Since then I just haven't seen a single round of it in stores and it was actually less expensive to just shoot my .45, so I did that.

>>33348481
Im not sure if this really belongs here, but im desperate and this thread is about books and stories, so fuck it - Im looking for Ciaphas Cain: Hero of the imperium and Defender of the imperium PDFs, anyone here has links for them?

>>33381238
you would have better luck on /tg/ than /k/

>>33381280
Already asked in wh40k general few times, no replies so far

>>33381238
no idea m8, i don't really get into 40K literature, i focus more on the lore, tabletop and vidya aspects of the hobby. Out of curiosity though, what army do you play, Imperial Guard here.

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>>33382575
and because i have nothing better to do, i will not post a picture of my Baneblade, the retarded, and also pretty aesthetic Super-heavy of choice of the Imperial Guard.

>>33382689
*now*

>>33361219

as I said to sombody above, think of it as a more techincally accurate and much much less edgy punisher

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Bump for rapey elf rifles

>>33385339
That's uh... That's pretty enticing.

>>33385339
Fangs are just the cutest.

>tfw no smol vampiric elf to give you love bites and let you pat her head

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Hey guys! I was gonna wait until April Fools to do this but Ill be away for Spring Break. I thought it would be fun and Ill add to this when more of the main story is revealed. Part 3 will be concluded before I leave, I swear...

http://pastebin.com/1UKg4KLt

what are the best ongoing stories right now?

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>>33382689
Y'know, that tank would work very well in a Tau auxiliary cadre, fighting for the Greater Good.

>>33385762
Damn, that sucks for Simon. But Ashley is alright. But Penelope is alive. And Roberts is still fucking twisted. But Kimber is guaranteed alright. But she lives in Missouri now. Happy early April!

>>33387954
As much as I enjoy shilling.... nah, I'd say damaged goods

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>>33387954
I almost wish I could tell you one of my stories, but quite frankly, I'm no construct or at annie. I'm just a lonely young keksodus, condemned to this hell. This... wasteland. This... state. It's taken a bit out of me over the years. quite a bit.

Goood morning /wfg/!

>>33387954
I like To /k/atch a Predator the most right now. As modest as keksous is being, what he rights is always pretty enjoyable.

And the regular household names you cannot go wrong with.

>>33351260
>>33351996
The funny thing is, it literally takes SECONDS in AUG to switch ejection ports left or right.

>>33387954
Damaged goods and AT annie

>>33387954
I like to /k/atch a predator. If you like hotline miami that story and vepr 12's story are good reads!

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>>33389111
t-thanks guys...

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>tfw no love for the ayy

feelsbadman

>>33388404
I find it funny that a lot of people are much better off without Simon

>>33390645
Don't get me wrong, I like the idea of a hot nympho Sha'dee that can swallow my cock whole and not gag, whose fangs also give me a narcotic when bitten, and wants nothing but fuggin for a week straight each month.

I was just at work and couldn't respond.

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>>33390645
Don't you even think about stopping. I'm loving your stories, especially the sha'dee/human history story.

Im not on here for the majority of the weekdays, but just pretend I'm giving you them sweet (you)s.

>>33388601
>>33388739
>>33389111
Thanks guys... it's nice seeing these comments. I really needed that.

>No updates, at least through the weekend, due to current life circumstances.

>>33390873
No worries. I'll work on my 1903 story instead. Today is my Friday anyways.

>>33390666
>>33390888
>two sets of trips
>the only posts I made
I'm DEFINITELY going to write tonight.

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>>33390873
we'll wait here m8. take your time

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>>33390666
Yeah but everyone knows you like devil girls, Satan.

>>33390787
Thanks! I'm glad people like this one, I enjoy writing it and it gives me a chance to indulge my fetish for early 20th Century A E S T H E T I C S

>>33388404
>blue space commies

Absolutely disgusting you filthy xeno.
Only good Tau is a dead Tau.

>>33389108
IF you have the left handed bolt.

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>>33392653
>not liking delicious blueberries
Shamefur dispray.

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>>33390645
>Comments about latest entry
>Someone responds with a billiards joke.
>Author claims no love

Should read the comments a bit better. There's love for you here.

>>33392653
>Forsaking techno loving rationalists for backwards, paranoid, superstitious human spammers.

It's like you enjoy being the laughingstock of the universe.

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Okay, i can't not shill anymore. You will soon see your favorite ayy removing tank hunter face the biggest threat to date

>detroit

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w0aWiXvq7GE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RNTV8UrXxtA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_SMX21w8J4Y

Enjoy this while I work on a little something.

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>>33394571
What happened to you bumping with images?

DO I NOT SEND YOU ENOUGH?

>>33395164
I dont have them on phone

>>33392851
>>33393567
>Liking mechs over the lovely grinding of tracks upon bodies of your enemies
>the tau also do not have tits
>BLUE MOTHERFUCKING SPACE COMMUNISTS

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>>33395447
>liking xenos

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>>33395595

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>>33395207
HAVE ANOTHER ONE, YOU STABBY BASTARD

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Wrote a small update for my M1928A1 story to set up for the next part, and also gave it a name: "Rendezvous with Destiny".

Here's the pastebin if you prefer reading there, update from line 213: http://pastebin.com/AfGmeYZz

As always, let me know what you though of it!

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June 5th, 1944
RAF Greenham Common Airfield, Berkshire, England

Henry’s head pounded as he lay in his cot, one arm covering his eyes as he rested. The smell of cigarette smoke wafted through the air and into his nose, worsening his headache as laughter rang out from a few feet away, causing him to grimace and look up.

“Man,” Johnny said, throwing a pair of cards down on the table in front of him. “I can’t believe that she keeps beating me, she must be cheating.” The blonde-haired Texan leaned back into his chair, a couple of dainty hands coming to rest on his shoulders.

“Now now, Johnny…” Alice chastised, shaking his shoulders slightly as she held onto him and trying to hold back a laugh. “Just because Gloria is better than you doesn’t mean you need to get upset.”

Henry’s eyes wandered over to look at the rifle, who was smiling sweetly as she collected her winnings from the centre of the table. A lit cigarette was held between her lips, the dejected faces of the paratroopers surrounding her causing Henry to smile slightly at their misfortune of playing against Gloria. He knew better than to bet against the Carbine after losing nearly half a month’s worth of pay to her in a single hand once before.

The Wisconsinite grunted as he rose to sight upright on the stiff cot, running his fingers through his hair.

“Hey, Henry!” Dario called out from the other side of the tent. “Come and play with us for a bit!”

Henry shook his head and stood up, grabbing his Thompson from beside his cot and slinging it over his shoulder. “No, I’m alright. Kinda have a headache, so I’m just going to go for a walk.”

>>33395730
Wooo! I did it

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>>33395785

One of the other paratroopers at the short table just shook his head. “Probably a good idea, Gloria’s running the table at the moment.”

Gloria just shot the man a glare as she shuffled the deck of cards, looking up at Henry as he walked to the tent flap. “Don’t go missing on us now…” she said, taking a drag as she dealt a new hand. “We’ll be needing you for tomorrow.”

Henry didn’t respond, pushing through the low hanging flap, ducking slightly as he did, making sure not to hit his head.

He let out a deep breath, stretching out his back as he looked at the sky above him, the dark clouds being something he had grown used to over the past few months. Adjusting how the submachine gun rested against his hip, Henry began walking off in a random direction, enjoying the fresh air.

A hand took his as he walked, causing him to smile.

“Where are we headed?” a chipper voice asked, the hand on his tugging on his arm.

Henry shrugged. “Nowhere really, I just needed to go for a walk, be alone for a bit.”

“Oh.” came the reply, a silence settling over them as they walked between the various tents and huts scattered around the airfield. In the distance, he could hear the buzzing of plane props on the runway, filling the silence.

Mary leaned into his side, resting her head against his arm. “Are you alright, Henry?” she asked as they passed one of the tall hangars, looking up at him with her dark brown eyes. “You seem off.”

‘Of course she would pick up on that.’ Henry thought to himself, refusing to meet her gaze.

“I guess so. Just nerves or something.” He said dismissively, trying to play it off. “Don’t worry about it.”

“But I have to!” Mary almost shouted, pouting cutely as she bopped him on the shoulder with a fist. “I’m your gun, I’m supposed to look out and worry about you.”

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>>33395797

The short girl stopped walking, letting go of Henry’s hand. Turning around, he could see her cross her arms and stamp one of her boots on the ground. Even though she looked more like a teenager, Mary sure could act like a little kid from time to time.

“We’re partners, Henry, I’m supposed to rely on you, and you’re supposed to rely on me.” The brown-haired girl said as she walked up to Henry, kicking him lightly in the shin when she reached him.

“I-I know.” Henry stuttered, rubbing his hand along his cheek. Mary reached up and grabbed that hand with hers, bringing it down to eye-level.

“You’re shaking.” she said, clasping both her hands around his trembling hand. “What’s wrong?”

Defeated, Henry sighed and hung his head, Mary wrapping him in a tight hug. “It’s just nerves. I got psyched up for the drop today, then it got delayed, right?” he asked, resting a hand on her head and stroking her hair. Off in the distance, he could see a handful of single-engines planes taking flight, their silhouettes suggesting them to be P-47’s.

“So you’re just nervous about the drop then?” Mary asked, peering up at the man. “You’ve done it a thousand times before! There’s nothing to be worried about!”

“It’s not just the drop, it’s…” He sighed again, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “It’s just the combat, you know? My dad told me stories about his time in the army, in Belleau Wood and whatnot, and it’s just…” he trailed off again.

Mary tightened her hug, saying nothing.

“Sorry, I’m just rambling. I-”

“It’s fine,” Mary interrupted. “I understand. I’m a little nervous too, but we have each other, so I know we’ll make it out alright.”

Henry quietly returned the hug. “Thanks, Mary. I’m glad you’re by my side.”

“And I’m glad I’m by yours.”

Overhead, a lone C-47 lazily circled the airfield, a stark reminder of what the coming days held.

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That's it for this one, let me know what you thought of it!

>>33395595
i fucking hate xenos

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>33395595
>>33395858
Do not bully the xeno

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>>33395935
Gas the Xenos
Galactic war now

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>>33395935
The Tau must be eradicated

>>33395794
The question is if you're a native speaker of English....or not.

>>33395972
>not gas the xenos, space war now

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>>33396009
Fresh OC hot off the presses you Xenos scum.

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>>33396065
I'm with Her