/wfg/ Writefag General_weird glasses

>>33787702
i demand the design be a tight moist, firearm magwell. its what jesus would want.

>>33787702
books are gay

>>33787892
so are you, but thankfully the internet doesn't ban faggots.

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>>33787702
>After discussing it for several weeks, we have decided to work with a reputable retailer to produce and sell some official /wfg/ patches. more details will be released soonish
>mfw
>>33787892
Good thing we only write autistic fanfiction about having intimate relationships with firearms and post it in an online format.

>>33787903
>>33787940
okay since I have to be the adult here, why the hell would you ever read anything past school? you don't have to no more

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>>33787940
>>33787702
Reply is right! What are you going to do? Make naked guns? Waifus from stories as patches?

are... naked pictures of writefags?

>>33787955
Because I can and I enjoy it. I have a book that documents every accident we had with nuclear weapons and the history of nukes in the cold war. You can find books documenting almost anything or if you like fiction, basically mini-worlds to explore and imagine about.

>>33787955
it tends to be more interesting than irrelevant faggotry they make you read in school, such as
"The things they carried"
"of mice and men"
"Anything by shakespear"
and my personal least favorite"meditative bullshit featuring retarded spics" by John Steinbeck, also known by it's alternative title, "the pearl"

>>33787961
i mean we were trying ot keep it a secret but since the cat is out the bag, its of me int he french girl pose from titanic, saying come look in a book.

hope you like milky pale.

>>33787955

Reading, as in reading books (not ebooks), has been proven to strengthen your memory, and also help dampen the ill-effects of getting old. People who read consistently throughout their lives have a statistically better chance of avoiding crippling mental disorders later in life. Basically, it will keep you sharp. This has to do with recall, and strengthening connections between axions as crystallization sets in.

Nonetheless, I do look down on those people who go: "Okay guys, we are all going to read one book a week for the whole year." Primarily because they are probably reading garbage, and aren't developing or strengthening some sort of corpus. They're just reading for the sake of reading, which is stupid. I read because I try to increase the depth of my knowledge on specific subjects, which better arms me for any debates or arguments on topics that I have an interest in.

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>>33788070
kek. I hope you're a woman if that's the case! Then again the only woman I've seen here is FAL and she hasn't been around too much lately... Come to think of it, Mininganon hasn't been around in months either. Was the spat really that bad? Feels bad, man.

>>33788106
cant speak for minning, but Fal has just been busy herself. wasn't so much the spat, more that life throws curveballs at damn near 90 some days/weeks.

wfg ain't quite that lucky, for me to be a woman.

>>33787955
>being this ignorant of the knowledge contained in books

Lets all look at the ignorant troglodyte and laugh.

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>>33787955
>you don't have to no more

This is why we read books beyond our school years. We don't want to become you.

>>33788261
>>33788313
>writing thread
>anons can't detect facitiousness

Should I write
A. The next chapter of Pistol Problems aka Beretta 92FS vs Jericho 941

B. The next chapter about the AK pistol loli and what happens when you OC

>>33788637
>AK
>pistol
>loli

Is this going to be cute and involve holding hands, brushing hair, painting fingernails and softly kissing her forehead as she has just fallen to sleep after the story you read for her?

Because if it is that I want it

(Jokes aside pls AK loli)

>>33788358
facetiousness, nigger.

>>33781467
I like the process, but please break up those walls of text.

>>33787955
Just like no one forces me to jack off or shoot my gun or play vidya

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"Nothing makes the best primary equipment useless as well as the retard who neglects the importance of the ancillary equipment and data needed to make use of that primary gear, be it a battery for night vision, a chronograph for collecting data on ballistics, or that data for a ballistic chart." -Keksodus on whether I should tell you my name or leave it at that pic of me in the gas mask.

>"...So it happens that Abe Lincoln was the FIRST president on whom an assassination was attempted."
"What about Andrew Jackson?"
>"Does that make you happy? Are you fucking happy?"
"Yes."
>"Well, can we agree that Lincolns was the first SUCCESSFUL assassination then?"
"Sure, there, professor."
-Some june day in 2016.

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>>33788124
Request to be immortalized in sticky

https://pastebin.com/u/Falloutanon

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I can't get to sleep. the ringing is worse than my normally scheduled tinitus. lets just add some story.

>"One mill right, come up 8.7 mils."
"One right, eight point seven up." I say, dialing the scope for the last firing solution of the day.
>"Send it."
>I gently milk the trigger, holding the reticle over the target until it happens.
*BANG* Comes the report from the rifle, kicking straight back into my shoulder, but not moving, thanks to the muzzlebreak, even if it meant Marina, a fairily good shot herself, had to spot from behind my leg in order to avoid the blast.
>as the scope's millimeters of movement come to an end, I briefly see a trace as the bullet leaves a funneling dent in the air around it, before slamming into the steel target.
>"Good hits. You're getting better at this." Marina assessed.
"Thanks. Not many are lucky enough to have a good spotter though."
>"You weren't when you started doing this. but you seemed to slowly unlearn a lot of it for a while."
"Maybe so, then again, I can't say where I learned to shoot like this... or industrial craft."
>As we packed up, Marina pated my back and helped me carry equipment to the car. We began the drive home before she started speaking again.
>"You know, Jason, There's a lot you don't seem to be able to explain about your past."
"Oh?"
>"Yeah, I hardly ever noticed, but well, since I met you, what you spoke of abour your past seemed like you materialized just in time to go to war. You don't talk about where you're from, childhood friends, hell, not even fond memories... we're you an orphan?"
"No. I don't know."
>"A loner? Come to think of it, we basically live like a married couple, why haven't I met your parents, or other family? Are you estranged from them?"
"Like I said. I don't know. I remember being able to remember at some point, but... yeah, all I know is that the paperwork says my name is Jason Rogers, I know I remembered at some point, but truthfully the first thing I remember was at age twenty."

>>33789841
Fix your text walls, man.

>>33789897
Good stuff, kek.

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>>33780056
Not only did we get new chibi botesloots, we got also confirmation of all our theories.

>>33781467
That's a nice ass, and a nice update. 100,000 weapons , won't even need to repair any. Just replace them.

>>33784603
Aww. She is the tiniest pistol! And world class spy if she can act like a doll.

>>33787702
Patches whoo!

>>33788070
Milky pale whoo!

>>33788637
I'm actually leaning more towards mo pistols mo problems.

>>33789897
That blows for Jason, you know? Not being able to remember your past. At least he knows he has a past. At least he probably thinks that he has a past.

>>33784603
>You set your ammo and new friend down on the old grill you use as a bench. She's ready to go, quickly turning to her more lethal form.
>You unscrew the cylinder and load in five shots of cheap .22lr, then return the cylinder. You stuff some earbuds into your ears, and then pull back on her hammer.
>Her sights are basic, but you aim for center mass on the black deer painted on the sign. You rest your finger on the trigger, which is different from any other gun you've shot, being in the old west vest gun style.
>You pull back on the trigger, getting the expected pop from a short barreled .22 and a gentle upward buck of recoil. You recock the hammer and fire again, both shots leaving little holes in the pot metal sign.
>The next three you try to fire as fast as you can; indexing the hammer, then quickly pulling the trigger. You're rewarded with a decent sized group, and a warm, tiny wheelgun in your hand.

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>>33787702

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Where do you get old pre-war books about the navy? Ship identification manuals, Books in the same vein as pic related, stuff that teens interested in the navy, battleships, destroyers and such would have read in the 30s and 40s?

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New Districts in Dust is up. Also, what decade do you think it takes place in?

https://pastebin.com/Vgt31U6A

>>33790699
>Also, what decade do you think it takes place in?

if it is a 240, it could be anywhere from the early 1980s to the somewhere around 2100

>>33790282
>You empty the spent casings out, and load the cylinder again. This time, you plan to play cowboy a bit.
>You position the revolver at the hip, with your other hand in position to fan the hammer. You cock the hammer, and start shooting, quickly fanning back the hammer and firing again. You repeat the proses, but don't fan it as well and have to do it again before firing, fanning, and firing again until she runs empty.
>You empty it out, and set the little revolver down. She quickly changed back, panting and wheezing. "Huh... Heh... You probably s-shouldn't go that f-fast... I'm no Peacemaker, cowboy..." She gets out, leaning against the box of ammo. Her crotch is soaked with "oil", the little wheelgun drawing her legs in in embarrassment.
>"They over oil you at the factory, don't worry about it. Most companies that care about their products soak you in the stuff." You comfort, noticing the mess. You scoop her up, stuffing the ammo in your pocket.
>"Come on, it's probably time to get you cleaned up anyway...~" You grins down at her, enjoying the look of excited shock on her face.

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>>33790672
The library?

>>33791265
What library has 70-80 year old books yeah I don't think so

>>33791274
many libraries do

>>33791274
College libraries i got a book from william and mary get tough by farbarin ....

>>33791174
I know its kinda lewd, but I feel this is more cute than anything. Anyways, keep going!

>>33787702
>/Wfg/ patches
This is excellent news.

>>33791274
A while back I found a WWII era submarine manual on the shelves at my local library. It had diagrams on pretty much every system the sub needed to function.

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>>33788637
AK pistol story sounds amazing.

>>33788637
>>33791764
AK pistol is my vote

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UPDATE ON THE PATCH

all right the retailer asked me how big the run should be and since i have zero idea i decided to make a straw poll to get a clue

http://www.strawpoll.me/12850953

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>>33792484
so what's gonna be on the patch... aside from the stated "milky white?"

>>33791174
>You whistle to yourself, walking inside and grabbing the ammo tin of cleaning supplies. You sit on the couch, turning on the tv as you start getting things out to clean and oil her.
>She watches with a blush as you set aside various supplies. You look to her for a second, contemplating if you have everything. You decide no, and go to the kitchen to grab an old mug, returning and setting it down.
>"Uh... What's that for, anon?" She asks, looking over the rim into the empty cup.
>You grin, opening up some good old fashion corn oil (hey, the leafs used it, and it's safe for raifus) and give her a simple reply. "You. Undress, I'll need to get to the little parts."
>Her cheeks are a hot red, but she's tingling with excitement, giving a shiver in though as she slowly pulls her clothes off. She's nervous, but seems ready. You help her into the mug, then put a dollop of oil on on your index finger.

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>>33793588

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>>33790699
I want to say it's the 90s. I always think 90s when I hear Polaroid, though they've been around since the 40s. Regardless of when it takes place in, I enjoyed reading it. Seems like we're finally going to get some answers about this mystery cult.

>>33793588
I don't know if lewd is the word I would use. It's definitely something, but hell, we all have to clean our firearms. It's never really a lewd thing. I like little .22 revolver, regardless of the lewdity.

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>>33792484
Nigga, did you REALLY need to ask?

>>33794415
13 positives is really small for a run. This is the type of thing that needs larger quantities to be feasible.

>>33794415
its like this dude says >>33794484 this stuff needs to be on the big side of things

>>33794484
Any idea on price? Payment method?

>>33794484
>>33794512
I will buy many more than one if that's what it takes to make this a reality.

>>33794736
I'm guessing that one of the stores from the patch general is making it. Their patches are usually priced at $5, but that's for large runs of 100+ patches.

At most, I see whoever is running this doing 50 at max. I have no idea about manufacture costs or final costs, but individually this won't be cheap.

[spoilersdon'tworkonk]I'll still buy one,
though. [/spoilersdon'tworkonk]

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Hey buckos

Sorry I've been gone so long, shitty college memes and such. I'm starting work on the next chapter tonight, it should be up late tonight or tommorow.

This will be the last chapter centered solely on character development for a long time.

>>33794026
ever think that in that scene m16-chan is basically masturbating.

>>33795510
The violations of physics bothers me too much to think of it as lewd.

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How? The M-16 is a self cleaning rifle. She's just cleaning herself. Is taking a shower masturbation as well?

Okay so the AK pistol loli wins it
I'll start as soon as I can

>>33795633
It is when I'm in there.

>self cleaning rifle
Nigga. No.

>>33791174
Keep going

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>>33790221
What REALLY blows for Jason is when he FINDS OUT his past. His origin story is death.

>>33793588
>You grin down at the tiny little woman, before running your oil slicked finger over her tummy, earning a squeak of surprise. You rub up over her chest, giving her breasts a little extra attention, before moving up under her arms, then down one side.
>You add another drop of oil to your fingers, then rub up the inside of her thighs. She murrs softly, holding onto the sides of the mug as you oil up her "chamber" with a knowing smirk.
>You pull away to finish rubbing her down, the little lady huffing in frustration. "Y-you can't just s-tart and then leave..." She frowns up at you.
>You smile, giver her tiny nose a boop. "Soak a little bit. After you're clean, I'll have to clean you off... Then I think I can spare a little oil to keep you... Going~"
>She nods, leaning against the side of the cup as you start to glean the factory grease out of the grips, making sure she's has a clean set of clothes to get into.
>This doesn't take too long, and you pull out a clean washcloth, helping the little derringer out of her bath. You then wrap her up, drying the access cleaner off.

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>>33789897
>A couple hours pass, a detective drops in, asking if anyone from the neighborhood had a motive, and he thanks me and leaves, saying he's done with the job. minutes pass after he leaves.

"Well, shit. It looks like we're gonna see some interest in our activities."
>"Well, we could tell the neighborhood watch to stop operating the way they have. I'm sure it was already sufficient to damage the gangs of the city beyond repair."
"Fucking great. It's a good thing that the NFA was repealed, or ATF might be all over this shit. God knows they're interested already just from our use of explosives."
>"What... kind of explosives?"
"Rocket launchers."
>Marina's face grows flat and joyless "Idi nahoi." she mutters, putting her head in her hand.
"You think the officer was a little concerned when we had a rifle on the table the whole time?"
>"O-oh!" Marina utters as her face grows shocked and embarrased.
"Oh well, they don't operate without my go ahead anyway, I'm sure they'll go along."
>"The news last night said five hundred have died in the gang war we caused so far. we couldn't have been responsible for more than a hundred twenty. Do you think they'll find us?"
"Ha! don't leave town."

bu,mp

>>33787997
isnt that the entire point of video games? to bridge the gap of imagination between books and entertainment?

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>>33798078
Chapter 6: Project Harbinger.
DATA FILE 6581
Dr. Patricia Cantrell PHD Reporting, Geographic expedition of post nuclear war California is underway. The day is august third twenty seventeen.

"Seals are good, team, suit check." A female voice demands before a slew of voices echo a "Suit status green" to her.
>The team disembarks the vehicle and begins looking around, taking samples of decayed wood, pictures of shadows in the sides of buildings.
"So this was Bakersfield California. A residential area was once where we are to be sure, but this is just ominous." The lady says to herself as she looks around at the houses, now mostly shells of their former selves. Burned, collapsed under shock.
>Cantwell walks down the neighborhood, looking at the area that was once where people lived. There was life here, most of it wasn't even degenerate. people who worked for a living, people who didn't GET the luxury of moving out when the tensions rose. They weren't the shithead celebrities who eventually got tossed back into the zone after a few days of living outside.
>A house strikes her notice, yellow and blue, though much dingier than it probably was during the time this wasn't a zone. Most of the house was in tact, save a collapsed wing of the house, likely a kitchen.
>Patricia made her way inside the house, seeing three corpses, lined up in the front room, burned over much of their bodies and barely recognizable as humans. An audible gasp escapes her.
>"Cantwell, are you okay?"
"Y-Yes, it's just... I've got some... Human artifacts."
>"What?"
"Looks like three corpses, caucasian, two females, one male."
>"Take samples, but be careful, there's a lot of hazards around this place."
"The inside of this house doesn't look too badly burned. I'm gonna keep looking around."
>"Got it, get some samples while you're at it."

>>33798531
Video games are also good for that, but I primamrly like non-fiction books which is where video games don't really work. What game documents a mans unique experience as a mortar man in the pacific like Eugine Sledges "With the Old Breed" or a German soldier on the easter front like "The Forgotten Soldier"?

>>33798811
Also, many games are way too linear, or take the universe in a direction you may not like or not think it would go that way

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>>33787702
Oooh, I know! WE SHOULD HAVE INDIVIDUAL WRITEFAG PATCHES! Then we can have an individual patch for each writer and a slogan made up by another contributor. Construct: Stories that literally have to be built of thirty foot tall letters before they can be published!
Keksodus: You'd never think a man could be so desperate for a woman to hug him.
Polybus: Just a normal guy!
Road Anon: Stories that make you go "aawwww." and then disappear for a while.
FALWritefag: Just admit it, you're FALing for her.

>>33798861
That would be very expensive

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>>33798935
for you

well, I should continue on. As fun as watching mongolian cave paintings at one AM is, I shouldn't keep you on the story.

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>>33798861
Something like that, with SO many one time writers, would just be a pain to get made.

And then theirs the writefags that'll cry if they don't get a patch of their own, like ME.

>>33798619
"Samples. Yeah, I'll get some samples from the corpses on the way out. Relatively unburned, the rest of these people seemed to have foamed at the skin."
>Patricia walked the downstairs, finding pictures on the floor of a family of four, a dog, two children, a redheaded girl of about ten and a blonde haired boy of about five. The picture seemed to be about fifteen years old, taken around the turn of the millenium.
>Progressing further in, she found a computer room, pictures on the wall of a blonde child, this time older and a bald man with brown eyes, maybe his father were on the other walls. The pictures seemed to be spaced out by decades based on the quality and style of apperal. Pictures of the father with a downed helicopter, the son with a rifle, dated 2008, the father in a military graduation picture, dated 1981, retirement plaques... Were these people in the front room?
>Patricia heads up the staircase, seeing a rifle rested on a dresser in plain view of the stairs.
>Patricia slowly advanced into the doorway, seeing a man, apparently in the first stages of whithering, he appeared to be still, save for a slow, steady rocking on top of his bed.
>She looked around the room, seeing a set of four driver's licenses resting next to the rifle, she picks them up, seeing the names Allan Kelly, Jason Rogers, Tatiana Kelly, and Robert... Hmm. The last name on that one must've burned.
>she turned back to the man slowly swaying on his bed, a thick dogtag was hanging from his neck, having lost its luster, reading Jason Rogers. She decided it was time to extract this one.
"Hey, I got a living human here, get over to the yellow house and help me move this guy."
>"WHAT?! WHY would we want a living human artifact?"
"This one could be very useful, experimental medicine and all that. Could be a raise in it for us."


Within days, Jason was moved to a laboratory for experimentation.

>>33799093
then get a name, we'll leave out the one timers.

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>>33799250
Already do. I'm no Construct or keksodus but I'm here, sometimes....

>>33799245
File 5928 Doctor Russel Hayden MD
Lab Recording, August 9 2017
"So what's the status of the subject?"
>"From all we can tell, he's been subjected to a shitload of radiation, burned with rads and fire, and he's been out there... fuck, must've been near two months. He's psychologically unresponsive, but on the plus side, he's making a fast recovery and has proven a great deal of our newer methods of healing previously permanent damage to the body."
"So... what can we do with him?"
>"That's one of the more unfortunate ones, if he doesn't come to, and I have no reason to believe he will in the next week, best case we let the military wing try their luck at him. They're always looking for test subjects for their newest program."
"What could they likely do for him that we couldn't?"
>"Suggestion therapy, sensory deprivation, we've already healed his eyes, though I can't say they'll ever be blue again, but maybe they can unlock his mind... If nothing else they can probably give him a new one, not that their program has shown all too promising results in retaining the certain... special characteristics of that mind once he comes under social influence."
"Poor guy. You think he'd object if his mind was with him?"
>"How so?"
"Well, he gets nuked, irradiated, burned, a scientist comes along and takes him to a lab to be a guinea pig, them they send him off for brainwashing. Hell, the only thing he even has left is his dogtag. Strange dogtag at that."
>"When you put it that way, he'd probably be in an uproar right about now... Poor bastard certainly has every right and reason to be."

A week later
>"Davis, how's the subject?"
"He has a name, you know?"
>"Oh, really, the subject has a name does he?"
"Yeah. Jason Rogers."
>"Oh? And does this man RESPOND to it?"
"Yes, though only when we have a female nurse in. The gentle one, too."
>"Kelsey?"
"Yeah. She's the only one that can talk to him so far."

>>33799369
>"So... about that dogtag. How... or rather WHY do you think he had it? doesn't come across as a military tag, too think, made of titanium. A memorial tag for a friend?"
"You've seen it. It's a medical aid tag. probably won't be needing it now that he's been treated for whatever it was here. Or because it's highly radioactive..."
>"Right. So what are you thinking we should do with him?"
"Easy. We'll keep his same identity, change his point of origin to somewhere else in the united states, give him implant memories in place of his past, which he doesn't seem to remember at all anyway, then we'll send him out to a specialist team in october. Give him a home in... florida, then when he's no longer any good in eight months time, we'll just cast him back to florida and as far as he'll know, he walked out of a base last year, went to war about now for the SECOND time and the closest thing he MIGHT have is the impression that he had memory of the past once."
>"Damn. You got this all figured out. I'm not sure who's more detached and cold, I refused to call him by his name, but you? You're a monster."
>The doctors looked at eachother, straight faced for a moment. Then burst into laughter.

>>33799412
Phew, you really know how to get stories going. In the edge of my seat.

>>33798861
No.

It's a small miracle this is even happening; don't fuck this up by making it more complicated then it already is.

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>>33797548
Best super anything story. He could be anyone. Die a villain or live long enough to see yourself become a hero.

>>33798001
Ok, maybe there is more lewdity than regular cleaning implied. But she's the tiniest little pistol so it's ok. I think.

>>33799412
Wow. Jason's past is more fucked up than I thought it would be. Dying in the wastes of southern California. Zoomied up to hell. His fate might be almost as bad as the Tokaimura workers that were there for the criticality accident in 99.

>>33800864
Oh, that nuclear incident... fuck that is proper nightmare fuel

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I know you're here barrett.
Update plz

>>33801013
You like that picture, eh?

>>33800864
Cleaning is always a little lewd, friend.

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>>33798861
>mfw
Honestly I can only see individual writefags buying their own writefag specific patches, making them into name-tags, in essence. Not lucrative enough for whoever decided to make patches for this sad section of /k/ and fucks over the small guys who aren't Construct/FAL tier in terms of following here.
>Stories that make you go "aawwww." and then disappear for a while.
I'm flattered someone cares that much to notice how long I take to write chapters.
>>33799297
I still need more Howa. I've been craving more Howa and have yet to receive any.

Went to three different gun stores in search of my next pistolfu, and no one had it(CZ-75 SP-01Tactical). Are these just rare or what? I just want a Czech pistol, is that too much to ask?

>>33798001
>You're left with a nude little raifu, wrapped up in a towel, sitting in your hands. "Feeling better?"
>She nods. "Yeah, but wha-"
>"Later." You tease with a grin, rubbing her head with a finger. "It's more fun if you have to wait a bit."
>This earns a grown from the wrapped up wheelgun. You simply smile back, caressing her head as you sit back, watching tv. If nothing else, she lools comfy sitting on your stomach.
>"You hungry?" You ask. She replies with a nod. "Alright, I'll go make us something." You say, scooping her up and setting her on the arm rest as you go to kitchen.
>You find a cup of instant Mac and Cheese, and decide that it'll be good enough for both of you. It's easy too, add water and microwave.
>2 minutes at high heat later, and you return to your seat, ready to face the next challenge. You consider the bowl of cheesey pasta, and pull one of the little tubes out, splitting it in two. You give her one half.
>She takes it, biting in and chewing.
>"That work?"
>"Mmhmm!" She nods with a smile, happily eating as you spoon out a mouthful to do the same.

>>33801755
Kygunco has them in stock.

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>make new bins
>correct numbering on JT's folder

>>33798861

road anon said it well >>33801742, general patch

>>33801910
I've never wanted a patch more than now. Have any idea what's gonna go on them?

>Waiting patiently for jtfags Sunday update.

>>33802512
It'll be subtle enough to hide power level, but still identify the important components of most stories here.

https://youtu.be/b1lGRiaFczM

Watch this, give Sully a donation, do the right thing...
Slaughter those bald headed clones.

>>33801742
Damn with the car images, I thought it was JT.

Back tomorrow or never...

>>33801755
There's one where I live. Also a CZ spectre or whatever that synonym for ghost is.

Bumping for patch status

>>33802847
So, a slightly more SFW gunfucker patch?
\http://www.pkpatchworks.com/product/gunfucker-ak74

>>33787955
Use your brain or lose it.
t. Medfag

>>33803236
Phantom is what I think you mean, but I'm looking for the steel framed model

>>33801851
Bless you anon.

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Bump?

I'll post more later, busy day.

>>33806513
Hurry back

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Halo: Man and Machine - Chapter 15

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12233776/16/Man-and-Machine
https://pastebin.com/JiPGgk5Y

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>>33808021
The comfy is strong with this one

Chapter 2 is finally here friends! Sorry for the incredibly long wait, life and work kept me busy. You know how it is. Hope you guys like it! Maybe there aren't too many typos in it, its 12:30am here, and I normally crash at 10pm. Did some minor tweaking to chapter one also. As always, leave feedback and critique please! Good night everyone! I'll check back tomorrow.

https://pastebin.com/u/AKManon

>>33808021
That rifle is triggering me. The barrel is out of line with the ejection port.

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>>33801742
>I still need more Howa.

The fact that anyone even remembers Howa stuns me.

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>>33799412
Present day
>The raindrops patter on the roof of the house, the sound of their assault loud enough to keep Marina up, even if she was in the most comfortable position of her life.
>Jason, not an inch away from her twitches as he sleeps, his right hand occasionally twitching on Marina's chest, matching that of his face, which she could feel through a vibration in his body every time it happened, his accelerating pulse being the only thing she couldn't normally sleep through.

>"Something isn't right. Inside and out." Marina thinks as she looks up and out the window to the clouds, their images and shapes blurred and distorted by a torrent of rain.
>A loud thunder rolls across the distance, its low sound vibrating the house, windows audibly rattling.
>"How can you sleep through this?" She whispers to Jason, expecting no answer, and being rewarded by an expected lack of a reply.
>Something buzzed in her head before she felt something off...
>"WHAT THE FUCK-"*bang*

>I woke up seeing Marina jolting from the bed, her naked body flailing through the air as she traveled on a parabolic arc, landing on the ground, and grabbing our SMG's, throwing mine to me as I stood out of the bed and readying her own.
>As I brought my hand to the charging handle, cranking a round into the suppressed MP-5, I heard it too. A gunshot rang out in the neighborhood, too sharp to be thunder, too high to be distant.
>Marina allows me to take point while she readies her PPS-43. We reach the front door when we hear more shots start to ring out, and upon looking we see numerous black figures in white tee shirts.
>They were firing handguns into the air and screaming into the neighborhood something that sounded like "Ay Yo bib, we are rubbin this john bin!!!" Fucking ebonics.
>Just then, it happened. From one of the windows across the street, a stuttering burst of staccato cracks signaled off by intermittent but sporadic flashes burst from the darkness.

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To /k/atch a Predator

Full version:https://pastebin.com/MCy0dm3k
Part 4:https://pastebin.com/jWRNniy5

I just want to say sorry for the delay. Between work and finals coming up I have 0 free time. I have been more carefully thinking about the story and where its headed from here. Still putting the final pieces together but it should be just a matter of actually writing it now. as always...comments and feedback are valued and appreciated!

>>33808772
I count it as one of the main inspirations for my story in terms of feel. Hopefully it is as comfy as Howa was.
>>33808693
Yo, this is good stuff. Really glad that this is getting done and the way you're going about it is interesting.

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>>33808858
>I watched for a moment as one burst turned to three, then more lights began firing, and before they could properly react to anymore than the first of the shooters, they had all fallen, people emerging from their houses, and shooting at the fallen and writhing assailants.
"Fuck. You think they know it was us?"
>"...No, just trying to make a show of strength. Obviously in the wrong neighborhood, but that doesn't indicate they know, Lyublyu." Marina answers, oddly calm and collected as always.
"Hmm. If that's the case, I suppose we should get another operation in, but I'd think we should keep ourselves on guard and out of the spotlight for a while. We already might see something along the lines of a retaliation for their associates lying dead and dying in the street out there."
>Marina looks at me for a moment, her face as hard to read as the best of poker players as she merely stares at me, breathing slowly, as slow and calm as though she had been asleep before breaking eye contact and walking briskly out the front door, looking over the men in the street.

"What the hell was that about?" I mutter to no one in particular before bounding up and following suit to her.
>The rain pouring down had somewhat flooded half the sidewalks of the neighborhood, overfilling the gutter, causing one of the dead assailants to drift ever so slightly in the gutter, inch by inch, blood staining the water in the gutter as it began streaming down the gutter toward the drain.
"EVERYONE OKAY???" I shouted to the heavens, the neighborhood now becoming active and waking from its sleep to come to life and answer.
>Thankfully none were hurt, though I felt a little guilty being the one to bring them the news like this, especially when a want for revenge seemed to come from every one of us so powerful as to hang in the damp air, as our clothes became soaked.
>"What are we gonna do, Jason?"
"Well I don't think we can hide the bodies from those we can't trust. We abide by the law."

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>>33809352
>Whispers and mutters came from all ends of the crowd, speculative whispers, subtle questioning of my sanity or authority. One finally stepped forward, our youngest member, a boy named Henry of about nineteen, one of the first to come on board, and one of my most trustworthy members.
>"Sir, what do you mean that we'll abide by the law? We have to hit them back!" He said, evidently trying to get me to see reason. I couldn't blame the boy, he'd seen the worst of humanity our two times out, and done deeds far worse still to them.
"Look, I know you want to, but we have to find something out first, and the only way to do that is to waitand see. Frank! What's the body count in the gang war that we started?"
>Frank thinks briefly before shooting back that it was "About Six-hundred from what the news said."
"Alright, so at this point being a street banger is becoming so dangerous that they're likely attempting to show strength in a way that exposes them to as little risk of running into another gang. The way I'm seeing it, Marina, feel free to swing in if you see something I don't, is that they're looking to display dominance or secure some margin of safety, maybe by looking for new territory, or terrorizing a neighborhood in the suburbs. It's most likely that they're trying to put themselves in an area where they can expect some degree of safety. What better way to do that than to create a new slum on the down low where they can hide with the expectation of not getting caught up in a firefight. After that, they could just be trying to protect their rep by terrorizing us. In either case the best course of action is to stay put and wait to see if more show up. No more and the neighborhood is secure, more show up and we might leave the place vulnerable if we're not on our guard. The other possibility is that they DO know, but we have no way of knowing that just yet. In all cases the best move looks from my perspective to be staying in and on guard."

>>33809587
>"Okay, I can see the reason in that, but what about the night hours?" Henry shoots back.
"Simple as fuck, we need to have sentries at all times of the day. Everyone has an SMG or other full auto small arms for home defense these days. You all have night vision, you've all trained with it, and most of you are exceptional, I knew people who had to do this professionally and weren't as good as most of you. Of course you won't want to start walking about in a lightning storm like this, but I think it's about time we dispersed, lest we catch a bolt, but I know many of you have the schedules to be up these hours of the night. Enough to at least have sentries up at all hours everyday."
>"But that's boring!" Came Alice, one of the somewhat old, but not really residents in the watch.
"Look, there's forty of you, I've taught you well, and I know you're used to being on the attack, but for the next couple of weeks at least, I can't see any other way to ensure our safety and that of the neighborhood any better than to be ready and waiting at all times."
>"I understand that, but why DON'T we strike back actively, instead of waiting passively for another wave?" She came back, this time Marina responded.
>"You can't be THIS dense? There's such a long list of enemies on their mind that we won't even register unless we MAKE ourselves register, if we just wait, we'll know for sure whether they know who we are, but if not, we're more likely to be detected, and if the attack came so soon after an effort to get a foothold HERE, they're much more likely to trace us and concentrate an effort on attacking us. As it stands they might cut their losses and move on, now you understand?" Marina finished, waiting as a moment or two slipped by in silence before she decided to adjourn this meeting.
>"GOOD, Because I'm tired of standing out in the rain, IDI NAHOI, CYKA!" she snarled before beginning to walk back to the house.
>They looked at me in silence.
"You heard the lady! Go home."

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>>33809780
>As I followed her back I realized why they were so willing to stare at me in shock. I finally understood as I saw her walking back into the house. Holy. Fucking. Shit.
>I get into the house and followed suit after the clearly frustrated Marina, cold, shivering... shiny.
>I place my weapon with hers as she shivers, raving mad, her deep blue eyes in a full glare, irises showing perfectly round and fully exposed. "I can't believe that fucking bitch, who the fuck does she think she is?"

"I know, we're both soaked and cold. More so because she wants to question. Is it just me... or did they take a really long time to notice, if at all?"

>"Notice what? What are you taking about?"
"You know? I don't think I noticed either."
>"Notice what?" Marina demands, her fury now clearly directing itself toward me.
"I wouldn't have had the NERVE to tell them off in the state we were in, I gotta say, I wish I could be as calm as you anymore."
>"JASON WHAT ARE YOU REFERRING TO?" She raises her voice, her eyes practically giving off a soft glow as her pale face took on a slight red tint as her fury was fully focused.
"I mean... telling them off NAKED. That's a new one." I said, as I approached her with a smile, gently flicking her left breast for effect.

>The look on her face... PRICELESS.
>Marina's anger ceased as she looked down, realizing that she was as naked as the day she was made.
>Her face turns a far deeper shade of red as she realizes that the whole neighborhood saw her in all her glory, fury turned to dismay and she flinched, covering her vagina with her arms stretched straight down, shoulders hunched in to cover her breasts.
>"W-w-why didn't you Tell me?!?!?!" She exclaims, eyes now widened and sunken in as she realizes just what she said to everyone in her birthday suit.
"Truth be told, I didn't realize. I thought we were in our skivvies at the LEAST until I started to follow you back in, imagine MY SURPISE when I see your bare ass." I say with a laugh.

That's as much as I'll write for now, take it as promise, THERE. WILL. BE. LEWD.

But for now I need a shower and to change to a more secure location to write that shit. I've been sweat soaked all day and living in it since about 4PM. It's 2:06 AM now.

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>>33810000
QUADS OF GODS
LEWDITY WILL OCCUR
KEK HAS SPOKEN

>>33809955
>"You were naked too." She said, apparently searching the words for some individual shred of solace.
"That I was. They didn't say a thing about it, either. We must be the most attractive couple in the neighborhood at this rate. Or they're the most diciplined militia I've ever created."
>"Militia this, militia that. Jason, you owe me for putting me through that." Marina said, collecting herself and slowly unwinding from her previous frame of mind.
"Oh? You're the one who charged out there without a word." I shoot back.
>"I expected you to stop me, since you should have known I was NAKED in the first place."
"You've got a point there. I suppose that was a failure on my part."
>"Well, you can always make it up to me by drying me off and warming me up." She says with a slight smile as she shivers in place.
>I head to the towel cabinet, coming back with a pair of towels, first drying myself off with a quick once over, dropping the towel to the floor and taking the fresh one to her, starting with her face, a shy smile coming over it as I wipe the moisture off, then work my way down her back.
>Marina, clearly not used to having someone else wipe her down like this suppresses an urge to recoil as she enjoys the special attention given to wiping down her back side.
>With her backside dry I sit on the bed, taking Marina on my lap, wiping off her stomach before taking a moment to knead her breasts with the towel. After her breasts are dry I begin the delicate work of drying her legs before spreading them and wiping the moisture from her inner thighs.
>She gasps as I finish it with a wipe of her crotch, giving me a small coo as I rub the towel on her "chamber."

>>33810364
>Marina reaches down and places her hand on mine, halting it, while drawing my head in for a kiss with the other. I let the towel fall to the ground, using my fingers to slowy rub her mound, massaging it until it's slick, teasing her feedramps as she decides it's time for the next step.
>She pulls her head from mine, reaching down and massaging my member to erection while making those longing eyes at me.
>she comes in for another kiss as she rotates, on my lap, levering her weight into me, not hard enough to force me into position, but enough to get me to roll her on her back while I get into position on top of her.
>She wraps her arms around me as I slowly tease her chamber with the tip before I slide it in. The thrusting begins as the last chills of the cold are finally warmed, the friction of our bodies sliding together with each thrust giving way to a layer of sweat, building with each thrust, every sultry moan, and every increasingly energetic breath.

>As the moans get heavier, I pick Marina up, bracing my arms behind her back and sitting upward with her still intertwined on my cock. As I come to a rest, she starts bucking her hips, allowing me to take one of her breasts in my mouth, massaging the nipple with my tongue as she rides.

>In a matter of minutes, her pace has picked up from a strong and steady thrust to a frantic and almost spastic motion, I playfully nip at her neck while using my arms to pull her waist in as she bucks back with her hips and thrusts her hips over mine.
>"Hhhh uuuugh. Finish me!" She yells as she makes a few last spastic thrusts, her insides throbbing, sensitive to the slightest touch.
>I lean her back and she leg locks me as I make a few last thrusts, causing her insides to contract and tighten, sending us both over the edge as I fill her chamber. She twitches, bucking her hips a few times at the impulse of the sensation while ragged shallow breaths turn to deeper more controlled ones.

>>33810554
>"Snuggle me." she says through her still ragged breaths, reaching her arms out to me as I bend down and scoop her up, placing her at the headboard and disengaging myself from her before and placing myself behind her, taking hold of her body with the right hand, and supporting her head with the left arm.
"Such a bad little rifle. What am I going to do with you?" I say whisper into her ear.
>"What Won't you do with me?" she coos back, scooting herself deeper into my grasp and nuzzling her head against my arm before drifting back off to sleep.

>>33808990
Thanks friend, glad you like it. Hoping to get to work on chapter three soon.

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>>33808881
Great to see you post some more, /k/ris! Can't wait to dive further in these misadventures.

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>>33809955
>>33810364
Operate nude. Command nude.

My head is all funny from the meds and drugs and whatever the pump me full of, my legs don't work for jack shit at the moment, and I'm reading and looking at stuff I'd previously never do... but I'm alive. Update maybe Monday or Tuesday or somehing

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>>33812099
Yay, you're alive JT! Now I won't have to track you down and kill you for dying on us. Do keep your health as your #1 priority, but if writing helps, then we won't stop you.

Glad your procedure went well.

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>>33812099
>JT's fw legs and head don't work

>>33812171
Glad you're alive and well friend! Feel better soon.


Well gang, I might be leaving from my home state to go to Arkansas for an indefinite amount of time for work reasons(apparently you guys had or are potentially going to have tornadoes? Haven't heard the news about it) and so Chapter 3 might be on hiatus for a while. We'll have to wait and see. Supposed to hear from my boss either late tonight or early tomorrow. Never been to Arkansas before, looking forward to it.

>>33813129
>looking forward to going to Arkansas
Holy shit what lies have they been feeding you

>>33813166
O.o ... is it that bad? I've never been or heard about it much, so I don't know what to expect.

>>33813183
It's just really boring is all. And currently under water.

Been working on the story a bit but I keep forgetting to post it. Whoops.

>>33813197
>under water
Ah... well then. How'd that happen? immediately thought hurricane, but Arkansas is too far inland for that right?

>>33813219
Woot! more viktoria!

>>33813254
Just a big rain storm. We got 3-5 inches of rain last night.

>>33813197
Same here in Missouri. Still raining as well.

>>33813367
good grief

>>33813430
It rained so much that it washed out roads and water mains. And with all the flooding no one noticed the broken pipes so all of the water towers emptied out in the night. They say we may not have water for another 36 hours.

>>33813485
That sucks anon. If it's flooding, I'm not sure what we are going there for, we usually just deal with power outages and such. Have y'all had power failures?

>>33813485
>And with all the flooding no one noticed the broken pipes so all of the water towers emptied out in the night. They say we may not have water for another 36 hours.
>first there's a flood & then no drinking water
it's official, what ever higher power reigns over the World has a twisted sense of humor

>>33813537
No outages that I've heard of, everyone's mostly talking about the flooding, but I'm sure that anything powerful enough to break a 4" water main could probably tip over some power lines.

>>33813614
Yeah, good point there. Hope our group gets to go, last storm we worked on was hurricane Matthew that hit florida and south carolina last year. I made about $2400 after taxes for two full weeks work. But it was alot of 15 hour days and a ton of over time pay. My wife wasn't to happy to hear I'd be leaving but my wallet would disagree.

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>>33801789
I'm worried about my health, now. Shit's so sweet, I might get the diabeetus!

>>33808021
That's a pretty comfy chapter. It's good to hear that Jenn can enjoy all the things us humans get to.

>>33808693
Somebody's a tsundere. I can tell that this is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship. I'm really digging it. Good stuff, man.

>>33808881
Man, that really sucks for O'Malley. He thought he'd have the perfect life, but just like everything else in that city, things never work out like you want them to. But, maybe Roberts will finally get what's coming to him.

>>33810576
Lewd! But that was funny. I'm surprised they were willing to argue at all with a couple of naked killers. Probably very brave souls, they are. Jason and Marina have done a fine job training them, and you've done a fine job writing this story.

>>33812099
You survived! Meatball medicine really isn't all that bad!

And for you guys getting flooded out, I hope your situation gets resolved much better than post Katrina.

>>33813848
I think, for the setting of the story, a tsundere was the best course of action. And thanks! Really enjoy writing them, glad you guys seem to like it.

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so, i've been out... guess i owe ya lads something in return?

Big update, even!

Even before that worrisome radio transmission, Natalya had a lot her plate. First it was the decision of whom to trust. Two people call her both and call the other one a traitor and a murderer. Would she solve this issue alone, or get others involved as well? The only other person who had any idea on what had happened would be the old man, Jake Benson. He would surely have ideas on his own, but he was biased, since he needed Lily for his own agenda. She was a Nibelung after all

Then there was her own problems. Neither the time nor the fighting had been kind to the old IS-3, and it was rusting, badly. Worst of all, however, was the issue with the main gun, and then there was all the little issues that kept nagging her. The electrical system, track-links repaired over and over, a drive sprocket that kept losing teeth and how it never kept the rain out. Not that she planned on giving up

But further complicating things was information of a very large aircraft about to land somewhere in the US soon. It was to contain “fighting vehicle(s) over all others”

She wondered what it could be. A very heavy vehicle, from the east. Probably one of the remaining IS-4 tanks. That was one of the last heavy tanks used by the Soviet Union. It was little more than an uparmored IS-2, just like the IS-3

But then… there was the king, the IS-7 prototype. Natalya drifts off into deep thoughts

The IS-7 was last hurrah to the heavy tank. A 70 ton, 1050 horsepower, 60 kph, 130 mm gun armed monster.

She exhaled heavily and smiled. The speed of a T-54, the gun from a light cruiser, more machine guns that a shock division, and frontal armor to resist any tank gun in the world. Including the 128mm PaK 44, it was a machine like nothing else. Natalya looked like a little girl thinking about her crush.

And just like a little girl thinking about her crush, jealousy sets in soon afterwards. Someone else has been tasked to take care about this glorious machine

And the she sighed. A long, heavy sigh. Thought like this would destroy her. Jealousy, wishing. She had a task. Take care of the IS-3. As long as that thing worked, man had a little higher chance of winning this war

+ Nat…?
¤ Yes?
+ You’re thinking again?
¤ Hard not to
+ But you disappear. You just sit for an hour, looking at a wall a chair or the open sky, and just… think.
¤ Life is not as trouble free as you make it out to be
+ I do what i can. No point in worrying about what i can’t do.
¤ Miranda, you make your world a little more narrow than it actually is
+ Yep
¤ Augh…

Natalya stumbled a little with her words, not quite sure how to go on

¤ You came for for a reason?
+ Oh. Right! Uhm…

Miranda takes her phone up. It’s one of the last prewar models, very powerful one, could get a signal almost anywhere and had a good camera. Of course, Natalya had no idea about any of this. She was handed a post from a somewhat sketchy looking forum. At the very top was a blurry image of a very large plane. She knew exactly what it was, but decided to play ignorant

¤ I am a farmer’s daughter, Miranda. What is this?
+ So this one russian guy who posted the picture. And that is an, uhm…?
¤ A big plane?
+ Yeah, but it’s like… the biggest!

Miranda had interesting ways of expressing herself. She even stood on her toes when trying to describe the size of the plane.

¤ That’s great. And you’re telling me this… why?
+ Oh. Right! Helen wants to speak with you, something about moving tanks here. Like, big ones!

Natalya finds it very interesting how Miranda uses plural. That would mean it is more than one. Could be just something she slipped on, or she is uninformed? But interesting still

¤ Good. Could you come along?
+ I can

The two walked away from the makeshift cafeteria and towards the Conqueror. Helen sat on the engine deck, waiting for them. Helen is not as precise and as on point as Natalya wished she would be. Lots of stories and information that simply didn’t matter. And then telling her to keep eyes and ears open. She already did that. She knew way more the Helen did. And if anyone else was in charge of proceedings here, Natalya would have informed right away. But she simply didn’t trust Helen. Once again that trust issue. Natalya didn’t really trust anyone right now, especially after last night

A man and a woman who had been deeply in love had turned on against each other, both of them claiming the other one had committed betrayal and murder. Or so they said. Natalya couldn’t even be sure either was speaking the truth. So for the time being, she would not speak to anyone else, and keep all information to herself

…

People have always had a problem with understanding people from other places of the world. The words are different. But if you put words aside, there are always three languages any human can understand. The languages of the fist, the heart and the coin. Everyone understands a gun pointed at them. Everyone understands a kiss, and everyone understand money

Something along these lines bounced around in your head. You didn’t have much money, so that’s that out. You did have a large collection of weapons. A pistol, an AK, a large belt fed machine gun and a pair of nuclear warheads. Good mark there.

But, no matter how much you tried to be angry and spiteful, you just felt rather down. You missed falling asleep to something soft and warm breathing in your arms. Or did you? Maybe you were just… searching for an answer. Why did she do all this? Whatever the reason was, someone else had something to do with it. The Lily you knew would never… then again, signs point that the Lily you knew was very different from the Lily others knew.

She had always shown a bit of a double personality. Cold outwards and warm to you, and a few of her new friends. And you have a hard time believing anyone was this cold. Probably something her “school” years put into her

You still wanted to know which Lily was the true one. Because there was still something in you still wanted her back. Just ignoring what happened, so you could have her here.

Did you still love her?

You shouldn't. You know you shouldn't. But then again, you’ve done a lot of things you shouldn’t have done

Can you forgive her?

As you feel right now, no. No way. But then again, this was Lily. She would always have some damn explanation for everything that happened, something that made sense. Problem was, right now you really couldn’t see it

Suddenly, the realization that you’ve spent way too much time being awake and thinking about Lily hits you. You get your phone from the floor next to the mattress you were laying on. 01:42.

Sleep comes a while later

The next morning you are rudely disturbed by an obnoxiously loud engine. A malfunctioning one. You roll around a little on your “bed”, trying to make the sound go away. It won’t. You sit up, still fully dressed. The mattress underneath you had no sheets, and you had no cover. You had spent the night in a makeshift motel, which was really just a barn with small rooms and bunk beds. But it was better than the little hatchback at least. You take your heavy rucksack containing the most valuable things and wobbled down to the lobby

The man behind the counter explain that they don’t have any coffee, causing you even more irritation, so you decide to leave.

Sadly, the source of the annoying noise that woke you presents itself. And old truck, a CCKW. You had lots of experience with these things, and since the thing was parked in front of your car, it had to go away before you could leave.

This particular one had a new diesel engine, probably taken from a civilian vehicle, and it seemed like the old radiator had trouble keeping it cool. Especially if you didn’t remove the four decades worth of junk stuck in it. Little cleaning out and new coolant fluid should fix the overheating issues

‘you’
“What, me?”

A voice over your shoulder. You turn around to find a child, maybe 15 years old. He wasn’t here before

‘Yes’
“Yeah?”
‘You’re Anon. I know you’

You have never seen this kid before

“Highly doubt it”
‘I have. Where is your tank?’
“Never had a tank”
‘The big and boxy one with a big gun. With the rest of the old tanks. Dad said that it kills monsters’
“It did. Not sure where it is now. And it’s a tank destroyer by the way”
‘Have you lost it?’
“It lost me… Anyway, what has gotten you so interested?”
‘Dad says you’re a hero’

A hero? You’ve considered yourself many things, but not a hero

“Not really”
‘Hmm… can i borrow your phone?’
“My phone?”
‘Yeah. There is an entire forum that track you guys with pictures and everything. I could totally say if we find anything’
“That’s just a little bit creepy. But i suppose a little information never has hurt anyone. But for the moment, keep this between us, and don't tell anyone you've even seen me, alright?”
‘Okay!’

The child snatches the phone from your hands and seemingly does what he has to do in a matter of 15 seconds. A little later, both he and the old truck is moved out of the way and you can get back into the little car and set off.

It truly was a vast country. You could drive for an entire day and still not be halfway to where you were going. The scenery changed, the rows of military vehicles going one way, and the odd civilian car going the other. You were seemingly the only civilian going west. You weren't even sure why you were going this way. Meet up with Natalya? See if you could find another tank to command? Would any of that even matter after Lily?

The very unpleasant sound of the Tire going on the shoulder reminds you that real life goes on, regardless if you are thinking about Lily or not. Every damn time you had her in your head. And this time nearly driving you off the road.

Why would it be so damn hard to just speak with her? But as you thought that, you realise it wouldn't. She probably still had her phone. Technically, you could send her a text. And yet, somehow… that just didn't feel like the right thing to do. Felt like cheating. But nevertheless, the phone laying on the little storage bin under the dash felt so tempting. You picked it up, went to messages and… had one in the inbox. Short one from the kid, received just 10 minutes ago. An M24 Chaffee light tank had some issues, and he wondered if you could help.

While this truly was someone else's issue, and you would probably not get anything back from it, it wasn't like you had anything better to do. The little engine sings as you work it up the gears, heading for a new adventure.

You spent the next few weeks touring around in a few states, just helping out where you could. Your mechanical knowledge and familiarity with the LaMES engine earned you not only food and a roof over your head wherever you went, but also not insignificant amounts of money. Not that you needed it much. The only thing you paid for was fuel for the car and food for yourself.

Lily didn't call. Natalya didn't call. Almost like that time was forgotten. Well, not really. You still thought a lot about Lily. Way more than you should have, probably. And despite telling yourself that she thinks you are dead, there was something about that cut. The blade went between your lungs, not puncturing either, and just below the heart. And the fact she forgot the knife in you probably saved your life.

But then, a Saturday afternoon when the snow fell, the phone rang again. You picked it up, and for the first time in three weeks, you recognised the number

“Hey there”
¤ Hello Anon, this is Natalya
“Long time no see. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
¤ I'd like you to come back
“ Just like that, out of the blue?”
¤ You understand I am not proud to make this call, it should tell you how necessary it is
“ That makes… sense, strangely”
¤ We will be stationary for a few days. Do you have access to a car?
“I do”
¤ Good. I will send our position in a message. Please don't delay
“Alright. See you”

And so the line went silent. Natalya was usually hard to read, but her voice betrayed how much she didn't want to make that call. And if it was that bad, it was probably really important. Not even 30 minutes later, the little red Honda was heading east.

You had been on a few long journeys with mom and dad before. He could drive 16 hours per day if he had to. Few hours of sleep, some food and some water, and he could go on like a machine. You didn't inherit quite the same stamina as he did, but 12 driving hours per day was still possible. Even if the distance wasn't that big, you needed two days on the road, mostly because the bad weather slowed you down.

But that Sunday, approaching midnight, you rolled slowly into the little town where the group of old tanks were waiting. It was quite a surreal sight, seeing this little town, looking like any sleepy little town, but half of the usual SUVs and trucks were swapped out for at least half half a century old tanks. The crew's were probably given housing by the people that still lived there, or took a house from one of the families that had escaped and seeked refuge in the safer, eastern parts of the country.

The little car crawled up the main street, looking for any sign of Natalya. She was waiting for you after all. And in one seemingly abandoned house, Red paint faded from the sunlight and rain, that familiar dome shaped turret and the long gun with a big muzzle brake appeared. And just next to it, barely illuminated by the miniscule orange glow from from a cigarette, a slender figure. She didn't turn her head towards you until the car had completely stopped, and the engine died down.

¤ Hey Anon...
“Good evening. You said you had to see me, so I figured I'd come over. That phone call hurt a bit of personal pride”
¤ Yes. But it is a matter far too serious to be discussed on empty stomachs and tired heads. I will tell you everything tomorrow.
“Fair enough”
¤ I've made you a bed in this house. It's owner left some while ago, and I guess he won't mind if we borrow his beds
“I'm sure he won't ”

She led, and you followed. There was a little food, and enough warm water for a shower. The quietness of the night was calming, and the time for bed was long passed. You left your room, just to check with Natalya a last time before you went to bed. You entered the room just as she was pulling her shirt off. Despite the darkness, her milky pale skin still reflected a little more light than the surroundings did, and you could just see her

She was very pretty. Not as well endowed as Lily was, or as curvy, but a little taller.

¤ I'm happy you're back, Anon...

The rest was inevitable. A man betrayed, and a woman starved of affection. It didn't stop with the soft touch, the short, unassuming kiss. Or the one after. And certainly not after the longer, deeper one. Not much could have stopped it. And the kept being quiet, apart from some soft cries, moans and deep breathing

You remember it clearly when you wake up. Not a single drop of any alcohol was involved. It was a conscious decision, nothing to blame. You knew exactly what you were doing. What you had done.

Natalya didn’t sleep on you, like Lily usually did. Maybe she moved in her sleep. Maybe she was too warm. Maybe she… didn’t think it was her place. And then, at some point in the early morning hours, just when you had turned away from her, to rest one shoulder a little, she opened her voice.

The words that left her lips was by far the coldest thing you had heard in years. Metaphors of siberian snow and ice came to mind.

¤ Imagine i have a gun
“...okay”
¤ And the gun says “Choose these words EXTREMELY carefully”
“Which words”
¤ The ones that will answer the question that follows
“Understood”
¤ What is it that you want, most of all

Natalya was not looking for just an answer. She would be very, very upset if you get this wrong. You knew, maybe she knew. And speaking about a woman, just after you spent the night with another…

“Lily”
¤ Good

Natalya said that with a tone a million times lighter, and even a bit cheerful

¤ Now you know what you are fighting for

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All for now! please tell me what you think. And bare in mind this is written up on a phone while i've been kinda high

But hey, hospitals do wonders for productivity

>>33815245
välkommen tillbaka

>>33815529
did it hurt really much to write that in swedish?

thanks anyway

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>>33808021
Haven't read your stuff before, so I went and read it all and I REALLY like it. Halo was my childhood and you kill it with the story of a Spartan II with emotion
>>33810576
Keep this up, good update, tasteful lewd.
>>33815245
10/10 as always, Good to have you back. Big tanks in big planes, possibly a superheavy tank?

>>33815218
5/5

>>33815551
>did it hurt really much to write that in swedish?
I'll live

>>33815189
i can guess where the inspiration for this child character comes from, it may not be a correct guess, but i think it may have something to do with a certain Noise produced by the A-10 warthog.

>>33815802
huh?

>>33815834
the 15 year old that admitted his age back on the Writefag discord, BRRRRRRRRRRT or something.

>>33815850
come on, i can't even remember what i had for breakfast. Just any annoying teenager

>>33815875
he even posted here a few times after the fact, anyhow, really good update as usual.

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>tfw you have to have a demo in order to attract any attention versus all the other kickstarter VNs, but it's also bleeding your dry.

>art alone is easily going to be 3k by itself.

Also, have a sneak peek at an early CG!

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>>33815939
ptsd and healing are my favorite elements in a vn.

Maybe why I like Girsaia and Muv-Luv so much.

>>33816073

If I don't resort to living in a cardboard box after this VN, stay tuned for the next one I'm working on.

>ETA 2 years

>>33816073
that one was great

also, be prepared for archivefag rolling in and having wrong opinions

>>33815875
Probably can't remember shit because
A) you're high
B) you didn't have breakfast

>>33816133
...after thinking a little. both those statements are partially true at least

>>33816073
grisaia vn's are fuckin great.


>>33816116
SACHI BEST WAIFU. FITE ME FAGUT

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>>33816322
>Just as predicted

look at this man. look at him and laugh at him

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>>33816333
>laugh at him
sachi best waifu, amane not worthy of best girl role.

>muh big tits
love for sachi komine cares not

>muh caring sister
loving but robotic made girl a better

>but she doesnt show her emotions well
but god dammit does she try and it works for me

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>>33816355
>big
>strong
>has the rack
>will cook for you
>is also /o/

why do you even keep trying?

>>33816384
because my love for the robot maid will never die
>undying love for you
>k as fuck technical knowledge
>never-ending source of adorable naivety to lightly joke with her about
>likely knows how to cnc due to machining background

its like you don't want a k as fuck diy waifu who likely knows how to cook to a certain extent. Sachi the Shark for life yo.

>>33816462
all of that is worse than what i wrote. It's like you are arguing yourself down into a hole

>>33816570
>worse
>/o/
>thinking for one second /o/ is better than /k/ or /diy/
You keep lying to yourself man. i'll just be over here living the good life with best girl.

surely she will notice me one day

>>33816620
she will not. because she is cold

See where this is going?

>>33816628
implying amane will warm you at night.

I will go the path of the tendie man, valiantly fighting for a waifu that will never notice me.

>>33816641
how will she not? Soft and warm~

>>33816355
Why do so many people rabidly defend preferences, assault the preferences of others, ignore that the whole thing is subjective, and not even discuss the ramifications of alternatives to the primary story line like any good intellectual would?

Are they retarded? They must be.

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>>33816756
i guess someone not understanding a joke would be pretty retarded

>>33816750
i prefer loyalty and care.

>>33816756
I mean its almost like arguing over minor differences in something ultimately of no value is done for humor.

No. No its surely not that. That would be idiotic.

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>>33816322
Combat Meido is a best
>>33816384
amane is good too

>>33816960
sachi the shark dont play, but man is she cute.

>>33815875
thanks for remembering me.
Good update, its making me care way too much about a story to be healthy.

keep writing, you really do have a knack for it.

Anyone know some more cold war gone hot books they'd recommend? Read Red Army, Res Storm Rising, Team Yankee and just finished Chieftains and was left disappointed. Felt like the book ended prematurely and covered too many side plot personally.

>>33818397
Not books, but if you haven't played World In Conflict, you might find that a fantastic treat.

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>>33818623
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQt4Js2u7uw

is this the patch thread

>>33819314
nah

>>33801789
>You sit back, eating your instant Mac, occasionally breaking a piece off for your new revolver as you both idly watch Cops run runs on TV.
>But the food and originality of show ends, and you start to feel tired. You set your cup aside, and hand the little raifu her clothes. "Come on, it's getting late."
>She wiggles into her things. "Yeah, I guess it is..." She replies, sitting in your hand as you stand, making your way to bed.
>You enter, setting her down as you strip to a tshirt and undies, then flop in. Aside from your mattress sounding like its dying, you flip your new friend off of her rear and into a fold in the blankets.
>"Sorry... Probably a good time to mention I roll around in my sleep." You say, helping her out of the fold.
>"Well... I could sleep by your head." She says, walking over and flopping onto the pillow. "Think that'll work? I mean, safer than near an arm or something, right?"
>"Uhhuh, something like that..." You say, starting to doze off. "I'll see you later... Well hunt snakes or something..." You suggest, before sleep yanks you into her black depths.

>>33810576
Dateline, California. July 23 2017.
>My party and I set out, our AR-15's a month since seeing their bullet buttons switched for standard releases. Magazines once limited to ten rounds having blocks removed or crimpes cut off their bodies. Simple home made suppressors direct thread mounted to them, the result of having a lathe in my garage shop. How I managed to keep that thing running BEFORE the apocalypse that took over the place much less a mystery than my ability to run it after.

>Their faces since dyed red by the intense sun beating down on them, much of the dust settling in their head covering scarves beating down on them with neutron radiation. We've only managed to stay alive this long by sheer virtue of our proximity, or more accurately lack thereof to the blast that turned Bakersfield into one of the worlds largest open air furnaces.
>In a month's time I had gone from a person who lived a fairly normal life to a forsaken survivalist in a wasteland in the middle of California. Not that it was too much of an environmental change. It merely expressed itself more overtly.
>The members of my party numbering four including myself consisted almost entirely of those I knew from high school... or rather those I knew to still be alive. To start were the couple leading the expedition. Charles Thurmond was a red headed ginger who I didn't initially get along with when I met him, but had grown rather friendly with in recent years.
>His girlfriend was another acquaintance from school, name of Haley, a rather bitter acquaintance to my perspective, having hated me for some reason or other. At this point I didn't care.
>The last one of the group who wasn't me, a girl who I never told my name. She found my name by my interactions with others, searching for the reference that didn't fit. One of my favorite methods of figuring out names. Her name was Jane Sutherland. She seemingly followed me everywhere since a week after Mary died.

>>33820779
"So what's it we're lookin' for, Charlie?"
>"Do you ever shut up, Jason?" Haley back.
"That's funny, shitcunt, but I seem to remember addressing Charlie."
>"We're looking for food, a few fuses, some batteries if we can find them."
>"I could do with some more ammo." Jane adds in.
>"And why are YOU here?" Haley prodded at Jane, who walked by my side, an improper feature in the column formation we normally kept.
>"Well... I guess it's because he's here. I don't know why he keeps himself from me like he does, but I'll follow him. What else have I to do?" Jane answers.
>"I can't imagine WHAT defect of the mind would draw someone to JASON of all people." Haley remarked.
>"Hmm, that's curious. Jason... what have you to say about that? Surely a man such as you has a defense. What are you, some kind of faggot?"
"Oh, me? I'm here to make my not very long I have left in the world just a little longer. Now if Mary was still alive, I'd have no problem trying to spend it in someone's arms. As it stands though, I think we're just prolonging the inevitable because the middle part of the brain says we have to. Maybe we'll get out some day, but it's been a month, NO ONE is coming into the state as far as I can tell, and SHE's still following me everywhere I go."
>"Yer' damn right I'm following you everywhere you go. I don't know why you won't at least fuck me. I know you need some stress relief after some of the shit we've been stuck in. Certainly at least some carnal pleasures."

"How the grammar of a bunch of meth and dirt farmers in the middle of the radioactive pit goes from low to high class in a single sentence, I'll never know, but I'll tell you what Jane, I'll make you a deal. Charlie, Haley, you can be my witnesses, since this is probably the closest I'll ever come to getting married and you'll hold me to it. We've got enough supplies to get a few dozen miles if we need to. After today, we;ll pack up, and if we make it out of the state alive, I'll fuck you. Deal?"

>>33821012
>"Not only do you have a deal, I'll demand a raise of the stakes on top of that." Jane shot back with a manic grin, her light brown eyes lit up by the prospect of getting the thing she'd been pursuing with at first veiled and then overt offers and pleas for a month.
"So spill it, What more do you want than getting me to take you to bed?"
>"I want you to ACTUALLY marry me."
"I'd have to think on it."
>"Come on, Jason, she's willing to put in the effort to get out of the state if you'll get out, you'd owe her a bit more than a night, don't you think?" Charlie said over his shoulder slyly.
>"If that was the case I think it's the LEAST he could do, Charlie" Haley said in that oh so teasing not subtle peer pressure voice.
"Fine, you two. Jane, if that's what you want and how far you'll go, I'll give it to you. If we can get out past the border then I'll not only get on one knee for you, I'll take you to bed afterwards and stay with it, I'll even stop keeping to myself so much. In fact, I'll do you one better and we can have a kid together."
>"Eh... Maybe not the best Idea after all the shit we've been exposed to. At least not until after a year and a checkup. Maybe a shower too."
"You got a point there. In any case, am I the only one who thinks it's odd that we're betting AGAINST ourselves?"
>"What do you mean?"Charlie questioned, slowly reaching my own conclusion.
"Okay, so we're setting ourselves up with consequences, on the other hand, while they're not necessarily unpleasant consequences, Jane being the sweet little woman she is, much to my dismay as I try to keep myself separate from her until the next month or so I have is up, all these consequences we're inflicting on ourselves are all predicated on the idea that we WIN, IE survive and escape the state and the hellhole it's transformed into."
>"I see what you're saying... For once I agree." Haley replied.
>"Jason, what do you think the odds are that we DO escape?"
"Radiation sickness out of ten."

Any book suggestions for me mum's husband's birthday?
He's an old nato guy and loves to read about attack helicopters and general special forces.

>>33821141
fireforcce, by Chris Cox

>>33821154
Looks cool, cheers anon.

Sorry if this seems like a blog post but I need to say this and explain why.

Writing the stories like RFL and Bradleys boys was primarily to help me cope with the Winter of the far north which does affect people's minds for the worse, and damn did it help me get through. But with the winter gone and life coming back to normal, I decided won't be continuing or writing any new stories. This doesn't mean I'll still lurk and read the stories you all post, I'll still be around.

Thank you to all who read and loved every word

>>33821121
>"So you're stacking on the odds because you KNOW we're not gonna make it." Jane observed, now seeing the picture.
"Look, Jane. The way I figure it, I've got a month. Maybe. You've probably got a similar amount of time if you stick around me, since you always walk with me, shoulder to shoulder. Anyone who starts shooting at me will likely kill you too. Way I see it, we have odds that run astronomically against us reaching the border to the east, but if we are to maximize our odds of surviving and actually getting to the border... well I have the perfect strategy. We have to simply leave as soon as possible and keep moving. Think of it like the top of mount Everest, but with second degree terminal sunburn, and a lot slower, probably more painful on the joints and organs."
>"So, that's a yes." Jane says, a sour look on her face as she questions the very possibility of me developing some affection for her.
"Look, Jane. It's not that it wouldn't be something to celebrate, I'm just a pessimist. Maybe you'll prove me wrong. In a few days we can stop by my parent's house in Bakersfield and see what's up there, then we can continue to god knows where."
>"So you DO have some love for me."
"I could if I let myself. I'd have no reason not to if I didn't think death by glorified sunburn was an imminent reality."
>"But why not when it IS?"
"Too short to mean anything. I'm a prude like that."
>"So, you've agreed to marry if we both survive on the way out of here, with a woman you've known for a month if that, and you don't think another month would be long enough to mean anything? I can see how we'd have no time to enjoy it, but what is it about the apocalypse that changes people?"
"Smaller pool and higher mortality rates."
>Jane lowers her voice to a murmer. "Strange, Charlie and Haley haven't chimed in for a while."
"Probably enjoying the loop being between us."
>Over the next few days we stalked our way from Calder's corner into Bakersfield, stopping to plan.

>>33821234
Awww...

>>33821331
July 27 2017. Departure delayed.
>I get into my log, not updated since I moved into Calder's Corner, a small residential area outside Bakersfield to the west.

7-27-17. Certain Death.
Upon using what electronics were left to look at the map, I've identified massive problems with our plan to escape, namely that my original plan to go to the south was as foolhardy as it was ignorantly planned. To the south of us, only a few measly miles distant are the lowest and easiest to surmount reaches of the Sierra Nevada mountain range, easily passable in a day of walking for people who aren't disabled. The problem with this plan is that crossing these reaches immediately places us in the Mojave desert, where we'd surely die of thirst before reaching the northern most cities in the Mojave. Another plan in escaping California was to simply follow the Kern river which passes to the north of town to the east. Theoretically we COULD get into the mountains with that method, and within only days. Unfortunately crossing it we'd end up at the source and over a hundred miles still across the desert from any city in Nevada. The only other option that involves not moving into the more irradiated northern sections of the great valley region is to follow the Kern River East until it goes north, taking us a distance multiple times that of the distance from Vegas to Reno.
This would be a possible goal in a time that allows for our escape in a time frame conducive to my surviving more than another four weeks, given the fortunate time of year and warm weather, except that the fallout from the nukes has started to sprinkle down, and I can't convince Jane to leave Charles and Haley to their fates, though Charles complains of aching joints while he nurses Haley, who's been vomiting blood for about a day and a half now. I don't think I'll last through it all. I can only sit back as Jane leans on me for comfort. If I'm not careful I might enjoy it.

>>33821234
You'll be back. If not for the feeling of writing something to cope with some other urge of expression, then for next winter... by the way, how far north are you? Where?

>>33821385
7-29-2017
I'm making what will probably be the last log entry in here. They've all succumbed to radiation sickness. Every one of them. First was Haley, who was an obvious terminal case even three or four days ago when she was vomiting up blood and we had no antirads.
Charles went second, as was fairly predictable by the joint pain, anemic appearance and unusual paleness of the skin. He fell off the wagon only five hours after my last entry. While I expected he might succumb to it, I didn't think it would be so fast. Then Jane... well. She was in good shape until about noon yesterday, succumbing in the night from an evident dose of rads that must of been on the order of a thousand or more given her rate of decay. One moment a pretty, sweet young thing, the next hour a ghost of herself and in short order she was coughing blood and teeth, complaining of the taste of metal. She fell in about ten or eleven hours. For what ever reason I haven't fallen yet, though radiation burns have began forming on my skin. I have no hope of escape anymore, the simple long and tall of the issue is that anyone who could have helped me manage the workload of an escape, which would take the better part of a thousand miles, is dead. If we'd started out a week or two ago we might have stood a chance, but we didn't have the supplies to try then, nor did we account for the relatively short time fallout stays in the atmosphere. I can only wait to die at this point, as I'm bombarded with a constant sheet, a film even, of essentially dust that causes sunburn. For the last time, Jason Rogers signing off, July twenty-nine, Twenty-seventeen.
>With that I place the log in one of the drawers of my dresser, leaving my rifle on top of it, and think of what might have been. What happy or sad things I might have shared in had we escaped. Oh well. Can't fight the random number machine in the sky.

>>33821469
File 9720
Psychological experimentation ward. Groom Lake AFB.
>I awaken inside a room with a glass observation window looking upon me as I stand ready, waiting for some degree of situational awareness, a sense of place in the world not given by the surroundings telling me exactly nothing about where in the world I am.
>Two men in lab coats escort a man in digital camouflage who asks them questions, referring to someone they call the subject. He asks questions about abilities to reason, and perform normal complex cognitive functions, to which the men in coats answer proudly, posturing as though the man should be giving them a raise any second now. The voice finally came through the room, apparently they'd forgotten to shut off the mic or wanted me to hear their boasting. "Good, good, now box him up and we can send him out. The data he's provided has been invaluable, now lets see how he performs out there."
>The men exited the room before a light began glowing out of the room, eventually growing harsh before giving way to a darkness which consumed not only the room of origin, but the room in which I stood.

>"JASON. Jason, wake up!" The voice comes, piercing the darkness.
>I open my eyes to see a worried looking Marina, knelt over me on her knees with her hands on my shoulders.
>I lock eyes with her for a minute straight before she finally speaks.
>"You were groaning about someone named Mary in your sleep, talking about shipping out some 'subject.'"
"It was like a memory. Like I remembered twenty one years and what came up to it... but it didn't make sense. I remember as clear as day walking out of this house to go to war in twenty seventeen... but... I remembered having never seen this house before the next year entirely. I... I just don't know what it was."
>"Are you... distressed?"
"There were friends. And they all just... died. we were going to escape together and she just up and died. Strange world. But... how am I alive."

>>33821234
Sorry to hear that. Good luck in life, and hopefully we might see you back here some time.

Anyone have Guards tumbler info? Wanted to see about having some characters I might write a story about being drawn. Tried to google him, but to no avail.

>>33821874
grouchy badger something?

>>33818397
World War Three: The Untold Story (forms the basis for the Team Yankee scenario.

>>33821874
Guardbrodraws on Facebook, google that and he's hard to miss.

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>>33821881
>>33821915
Yup, got it. Thanks gang!

>>33822030
t-thicc...

>>33822042
Indeed senpai, me gusta. Love Guards art style.

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Well hang, change of plans, heading to Jackson, Mississippi instead of Arkansas.

>>33822157
Gang*

>>33822157
...the fugg are you driving?

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>>33822174
I'm not driving, only riding passenger(no CDL). It's a 50ft boom bucket truck. Pic related, cept ours is white.

>>33822291
huh. cool

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Halo: Man and Machine - Chapter 16

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12233776/17/Man-and-Machine

https://pastebin.com/kipPu2d9

JTfag is up to date

>woking on the folder today

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Finally made it into Mississippi, still got to head to Jackson though. Sorry about crappy photo, tried to get timestamp with sign.

>>33823540
glad you made the travel safely

>>33823610
Thanks friend, boring though really. Apparently, tornadoes were bad where we are heading, some people died was what I heard. Heading to Jackson now.

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JTfag folder reworked
https://pastebin.com/1qS4EqXS

>re-working/making new folders
>the massive fuck up i did back then
>mfw all this work of maintenance

all folders are going to get a rework and a more professional looking name, new folders to make

Any ETA on more KvsW? One of my favorite stories.

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>>33821554
Radiation sickness sounds fun, good update.
>>33824423
Thank you for keeping this writefaggotry in some semblance of order, I appreciate you.

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anon folder done
ATannie folder done
10/22 folder done

>>33826664
U da best

>>33821389
Fairbanks is how far north

>>33827206
... NICE. Hey, our door's always open to you, brother. Any time you want to come back and shoot the shit, you're welcome to come in. Hell, I'd even invite you into my own house if i weren't in the desert of the almonds, here.

>>33821234
We'll be seeing you, RFL.

But, in the event that you want to write more, you have a following.

>>33822132
But they all look too remarkably similar. Like he has only one variety of 2D female.

>>33822450
>it was time to get to work
FUCKING HYPED
uh...check again on some word spelling in the 50-52 lines. There's a bit of lose/loose issue there.

>>33823540
Dude, we don't need proof with timestamp. Just need you alive to keep writing.

>>33827206
Sweet GOD. If I didn't live in the most southern part of Texas, where it reaches as low as 90° during winter, I'd offer a spare room, too.

>>33828502
>lowest part of Texas
Brownsville?

>>33828502
Glad you enjoyed it, and thanks for pointing out the typo.

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>>33829184
Right area code, wrong "city".

Not gonna get more direct than that, though

>>33830237
Ha! I'm in the 361. Small world.

>>33830363
Almost had that post number, too...

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I don't suppose there's any WFG bros in 209?

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>>33815245
That was pretty good stuff. Nice calm before the storm, I think. Shit's going to go down soon, isn't it? Hope we find out why Lily pulled an Arnold. The thing with Natalya was a surprise, but wasn't bad.

>>33815939
That's some good CG. Guy's really got some bad hoodoo going on in there. You might be able to pull a Patreon off to help with the VN finances.

>>33818397
I liked the Third World War, August, 1985. Tried to be pretty realistic, rough though looking back, some of the stuff was dead wrong. I think there was an update to it, and I'm pretty sure Future War 198X is based at least partially on the book.

>>33820429
I enjoyed Cops back in the day. My favorite was the two parter they did about Soviet cops. That was a season one special.

>>33821234
I really enjoyed everything you wrote. Thanks for the good stories. I'll be a bit sad to not see any more, but I'll still have the memories. Have a good one.

>>33821554
Shit... Guy's been through a lot. Radiation is a hell of a drug and all that.

>>33822157
Well, it's all too south for my taste, but much better than the libtard states. Sweet tea is nice, though.

>>33822450
MI like drop and a Djibouti Shooty? You spoil us. I guess this means your story takes place around the same time as the ODST game?

>>33832592
>Nice calm before the storm, I think. Shit's going to go down soon, isn't it?

The conditions of this war are going to change a lot. Next part is exciting to write!

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>>33821554
>"Jason, you couldn't have been in that situation, you're here right now, that should be testament. Come to think of it, wouldn't you have been twenty one? A whole year AFTER you say your first memories were?"
"Yes, but I'm sure that first memory was the result of... wait, I don't remember seeing this house at all before I went off that year... I remember I had the memory but-"
>"Jason, stop it. It's just a bad dream."
"No. It wasn't, I remember my family! I had parents who were out on vacation to the carribean at the time, and a sister who moved to Texas... I wonder if she still uses that number. It'd be hard to miss her if she still does."
>"But I thought you didn't remember anything from before you were twenty, you said so yesterday." Marina remarked with a puzzled expression on her face.
"Look, I know you think I'm lying, and if what's come to me is true, there's certainly some continuity issues, given that I remember walking out in twenty sixteen, despite the other thing happening when I was a whole year older, but I think I've got a way to figure it out."
>"Well, we can talk more over breakfast."
"Speaking of, what time is it?" I ask as I notice the rather bringht lighting behind her naked body as she climbs out of bed and walks toward the shower, her hips swaying back and forth as though she felt sexy this morning.
>She stops and looks over her shoulder, addressing me in that 'you did good last night' tone she occassionally spoke in. "Nine forty or so. You slept right through the cops taking statements and the morticians taking the corpses."
"Damn. Did I miss anything else?" I ask as I sit up and bring myself to my feet.
>"Nothing of note. I was thinking about the day we met, do you... remember it?"
"Yeah. Hard to believe it's been eight years."
>"What song were you singing?" She asks, turning to face me before continuing "It was such a sweet little tune but in eight years I never once heard you sing it again."

>>33832959
"Yeah, forty nine broken hearts. I guess I never really felt the need to sing about being happy after I met you. Every day was a new challenge, every evening felt like the end of some wild dream, and every morning when I knew in every fiber of my being that I'd wake up to nothing but cold empty space, I woke up to you and your warmth instead."
>"Aww, Jason, that's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me. I want you to get your head checked, because there's no way you're that sentimental and emotional. In the meantime, I'll shower and make you breakfast, don't trt to think about anyhing too hard, okay my love?" She asked with a gentle smile before turning and walking toward the bathroom.
>She takes three steps before she stops and looks over her shoulder at me. "Are you coming?" she asks
"Yes, dear." I reply with a smile.
>Her smile takes on a nervous quality as I approach her and gently caress her cheek, flipping my hand over her ears, clearly nervous about my touching of them, but offering no resistance.

>>33832996
https://youtu.be/xJ1Ka0FHwbs

>>33832592
Yep, takes place between the Halo 2 and Halo 3 stages of the Battle of Earth.

>>33833425
I really need to get around to playing anything after halo: combat evolved.

You think that there's a way to do it with a PC pirate/copy or something?

>>33833532
Halo 2 Vista can still be found but ususally requires some work to get working (depending on your OS).

If you're serious about experiencing Halo, I'd recommend getting a used Xbox One for cheap. get the MCC, ODST, Reach, and 5.

>>33833696
Ok then. I'll look into that. Alternatively, as someone that read the books from contact harvest through to onyx, is there anything I'm missing storywise? Continuity? Do you have preferences?

>>33833717
IMO it's really good to play it mostly in Chronological order. Here's how I'd play it:

If you've read only the comics, you are missing a lot. A lot of shit happens after 3.

Reach, CE, 2, 3, 4, 5, Halo Wars 2, ODST

>>33833721
>ODST being after 3
>chronological

No

>>33833730
I said mostly chronological.

>>33832996
Damn this is good. Good thing for Jason, he didn't end up looking like some sort of ghoul.

>>33827821
Hey poly what was the name of the write fag where it's an old cyborg war vet who gets an AI waif caretaker cause the vets keep going insane? Or at least that story's name

>>33834813
I believe that was Mining Anon iirc.

>>33834813
Mining Anon - The Wounds Of War. It's not on the sticky as far as I can tell.

>>33834990
Nah mining anon turned into one? This guy joined in the fight against China or some shit and they cyberized him. He gets an AI waifu caretaker for ptsd . That may be him but in that on anon loses limbs and tissue so his stg 44 waifu does it to him

that time of the thread

>>33835440
Poly where the fuck is mining anon. Please and thank you

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>>33835428
the wounds of war is the one where he gets a green eyed brunette named Emily who is a cyborg waifu. Also he wrote under the name "MiningAnon" Unfortunately, his pastebin isn't linked in the sticky anymore.

>>33835479
Damn man. It's lost now ain't it? Unless poly bus can find that shit but otherwise

>>33835464
>>33835494
Found it in my history.

I wish that one autist wouldn't have driven him away, I enjoyed his stories.

>>33835516
It'd probably help if I linked it.

https://pastebin.com/u/mininganon

>>33835528
Dude thanks. And wtf why did someone do that?

>>33835516
>That one autist
To be fair, I believe it was more than one person

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have i gone too far?

>>33835516
i'm pretty sure it wasn't one autist. He did make fun of my disease...

>>33835543
more like half the thread even guard got angry at him

>>33835543
Well poly bus should grab this and incase that writefag still lurks someone title the next thread mininganon come home or something. His writing wasn't bad and the wounds of war could have went places

>>33835552
Well that's shitty but I did like his writing

>>33835552
Oh shit, I forgot about that. I guess he was kind of an autist too, or just doesn't have the ability to gauge how appropriate things are.

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nah

r8 my folder mate

>same question have i gone to far

>>33835552

>>33835577
>>33835576
>>33835552
As if we all don't rate some were on the spectrum.

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>>33835552
>>33835577

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>>33835620
>1.1 GB

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>>33835642
>>33835652
I know, I have a problem.

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>>33835739
unless you have a tematic folder i wouldnt say so

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>>33835552
I don't think he honestly meant to make fun of it, but I do think it's some social disorder like aspergers that renders him hyposensitive to social situations. I can't really condemn him for being an autist, I'm a mega aspie myself and you actually HAVE to rate somewhere on the spectrum to be on 4chan in the first place. This isn't exactly a forum known for its ability to conform to social norms. This site has been involved in some MEGA shady shit from *cough* sinks*cough* to murder. Hell I think someone from /v/ even snapped and stabbed a motherfucker. Went to prison for... I guess trying to perform the world's first butterknife bypass. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. We're in a General, which is widely considered to be a blanket term for an autism containment thread, we call many things cancer, we casually refer to eachother and sometimes ourselves as fags, and all this is naught compared to the fact that we're also on the part of the internet where the misfits of society congregate to discuss Hitler, general disdain for certain races in particulars of specific members and in generality, pornography of normal and ultra niche varieties, cars, pirating media, and a myriad of other things that don't exactly fit into mainstream society, hell, I think there's even a board dedicated to a fucking show about cartoon ponies and how much they want to fuck them on this site, you can't HONESTLY expect that there isn't a strong undercurrent of mega autismos here who don't know how to guage the fit of a response to a given stimuli in conversation BEFORE they say something out of place. On the other hand he did kinda make a mimic of my Emily in that story, but I think we all had like three or four green eyed brunettes named Emily in our stories at the same time.
>>33835620
>pic related.

>>33832592
Yeah. That was a pretty cool special. It's floating around on youtube somewhere.

>>33787702
Waffengeist? Is that what you call the anthropomorphic guns and/or vehicles?

>>33835839
guns yes... I don't know about vehicles. Call them what you want.

>>33835839
i don't think anyone is doing vehicles

>>33835847
Depending on the vehicle, it could be considered a weapon. Like a tank. Otherwise, Autogeist?

>>33835839
nah, is weapon spirit on kraut

>>33835856
uhm JTfag is doing, our resident finn ( i cant write your name well, sorry) did some [more when]

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Going to try and have a new chapter up sometime next thread. Finals week is now so not much free time. Also getting bored of writing pre-war junk, gonna drop bombs soon in story and show you what kind of fun a squad can have in Fallout covered Georgia with very vague goals.

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>>33835856
no, no one at all...

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>>33836257

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>>33836276