/wfg/ - Writefag General - "Fuck Your Liver" Edition

>>31723640
Welp, namefagging fucked. Whatever, highlights now.

FALWritefag
>Argentinian Rose
>Rifles of 'Nam (ongoing)
>Pale King's Disciple (soon)
http://pastebin.com/u/Falwritefag

ATannie
> Anon gets an AT random Mischief ensues (ongoing)
> Rhinno 2.0
http://pastebin.com/XbWjWNQM

JtFag
> Ayys attack earth, old school tanks are last hope (ongoing)(updated 18/10/16 6:04 -6uct)
http://pastebin.com/1qS4EqXS

Guard
> world building(NOT A BASELINE)
http://pastebin.com/233BFr42

AngryHayseed
> Some 40k related writefaggotry (ongoing)
http://pastebin.com/Jy6K92kt

Anons
> It's about /k/ommandos removing supernatural kebab in the dark ages
http://pastebin.com/43gfWSPf
> Some poetry
http://pastebin.com/rJEfGKRf
> Doomguy doing Doomguy things
http://pastebin.com/1EcjNv0e
> Shotgun prevents a suicide (feels)
http://pastebin.com/g9srRrDn
> L1A1 (ongoing)
http://pastebin.com/qeY7FfiT
> Serial 1: SHTF, /k/ommando must survive (ongoing)
http://pastebin.com/n4HLCXC0
> The 31 crusade: ISIS kills the pope, shit hits the fan really quickly(Ongoing?)
http://pastebin.com/9h9h3fKD
> Down the Road, Over the River (ongoing?)
http://pastebin.com/58m3cgpQ
> Tears of a Marlin
http://pastebin.com/06Rbchbb
http://pastebin.com/2rXfAxVM
> Shire Rifle Society
http://pastebin.com/EYjz8Trx
> A WG mades it towards the 40th century
http://pastebin.com/BVwARMkp
> Riikka
http://pastebin.com/u/tsuhna
> AAI
http://pastebin.com/rqG4x42X
> Don't sell your guns
http://pastebin.com/nY7nLVZe

>>31723675
HiPointHomie (ongoing)
http://pastebin.com/eBS29hA2

Vepr 12
> Hotline Waffegeist 1
http://pastebin.com/g7P6ftae

AnonRhino (completed)
> Lil'Chiappa
http://pastebin.com/mHYZPDxW
> What the actual fuck Rhino (NSFW!!!)
http://pastebin.com/Z50xJeNC

Anon-kun
>L1A1 Parts Kit+Arms of side+just another day
http://pastebin.com/KH5XxAZG

>Light My Fire (Anon makes a PTR with HK parts)
http://pastebin.com/JY3jiKq4
> NOT CANON ENDING
http://pastebin.com/iP9w19ar

>Another Hipoint story (it´s not related with Hipoint anon)
http://pastebin.com/Af3icZWS

>/k/ommandos vs wild (ongoing)(updated 18/10/16 6:18 -6uct)
http://pastebin.com/Sa6N0je7

dudebroguy
>Some Untitled Stories
>National Guard vs Jersey Devil
>Requiem from the gods (ongoing)
http://pastebin.com/1cXMnvg4

EchoFiveSeven
> Gun spirits
http://pastebin.com/PpjUvW5k

>Not Enough War (finished)
http://pastebin.com/QMbRQpVL

10/22 (ongoing)(updated 18/10/16 3:04 -6uct)
> anon gets a raifu and misc stories
http://pastebin.com/uH6v780b

DBW
> Anon gets KSG, roll for sanity loss
http://pastebin.com/r6REt9Gt

It Ain't Me- Fortunate Sons
> Sticks and Stoners
http://pastebin.com/WXTMQfdz

>>31723710
Diamond Doge (ongoing?)
http://pastebin.com/DJ8JQNPF

Rhodie FAL Guy (being rewritten)
http://pastebin.com/G0edSbFC

Garandfag (ongoing?)(NSFW!!)
> Anon gets hold of Kraut space magic
http://pastebin.com/2nDwG567
> Part 2 of anon gets a Garand
http://pastebin.com/YqeuEkcN

C8 fag (ongoing)
> C9
http://pastebin.com/HLu19bQJ
> C8A3
http://pastebin.com/nLAN53zg

Lever Gat Fag
> Heirloom rifle (ongoing)
http://pastebin.com/gFjLFfKR
Also, if someone could post the screencaps of Garandfag's Part 1 and ATannie's Part 1 as well, would be appreciated. Someone should really transcribe those.

>>31723729
Guides and tips courtesy from /tg/ (if anyone wants to make on or expand on some of these ones do it)

http://pastebin.com/gsYuFqb0

In case that Polibus or Archivag forgot about some pastebin/to pastebin some story or didn't properly tag or even tagged at all, yell either at Polibus or at Archivefag in the general

Have fun kids.

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First for fluffy a cute

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Head pats!

>>31723817
I'd throw money at this.

>>31723832
There was a guy suggesting we get a kickstarter or something going so we could get Fluffy and her mauser raifu out of Cuckistan

next one has to be /wfg/ - Fluffy Defense Force Edition

>>31724169
Seconding.

>>31724169
third. now we just need the perfect picture. something with weapons grade moe.

>>31724169
>>31724301

>i'm not drunk enough for this

>>31724354
There's still hours in the night mate.

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need fluffy pics huh?

>>31724349

>weapons-grade moe
you mean that doujin I almost died from?
>http://imgur.com/a/UT1N1

>>31724416
I know that url by sight, already saved it. made a fluffy folder specifically for shitposting.

>>31724431
http://m.imgur.com/a/2TImt

>>31724431
>shit posting
You mean fluffy posting

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>>31724464
dear lord. thank you

>>31724466
yep. my bad.

heres one i rarely see posted ever.

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I found fluffy's maid outfit. Clearly it's perfect for tough cleaning tasks

>>31724495
Ah yes, one of the pixiv fluffy I founded and gave to her. So who's gonna post stories?

>>31724530

>stories

DAMNIT, I knew I was forgetting something.

was too busy fluffyposting -_-

>>31724530
I want to, but they're far from being acceptable enough to post here.

>>31724530
Still working on Part 2 slowly. Plus, I got an exam tomorrow, so I'm prioritizing that right now.

>>31724556
Let's not get carried away posting fluffy's, people need breathers
>>31724558
>I want to, but they're far from being acceptable enough to post here.
Says who? Go for it.
>>31724568
No problems

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>>31724530
i'll do it and goddamit guys let me tell you a story about hazing/initation in the taco army and a warning if you come as a tourist

>you can only blame your self guys for making me think on the logistical nightmare to get a henshel a mg3 5 full retard g3a4, 5 notg36 and 10 pacos plus me across the sea

>Be me
>just finished boot camp
>as a way to celebrate the sgt takes us to a really fancy taco place as in they charge you for extra sauce sorta fancy
>the table has this nuggets start eating them
>the sgt is encuraging us to eat this
>shitistastyyo.png
>after eating sgt ask us you like 'em nuggets lads?
>yes sir
>well lads, those "nuggets" are bull nuts
>ofw
>welcome to the army lads now you'll remember the day you joinned the army and eat bull nuts
>pic very related

>>31724585
I'm aware I'm not a good author or storyteller.

Its more of therapy for me, so I'm not super confident.

>>31724661
And I'm afraid what I'm writing is too edgy at times, but it helpful as catharsis and I like Hotline Miami.

Go ahead and post it.

>>31724661
m8 i just posted this
>>31724595
unless they're to weird just just link to the 'bin
and i'll add them

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I'm working on DTHW myself. ES4 is (probably) gonna be big, but I'm off to a very good start.

>5,000+ page experimental private fiction project that is usually described as both awesome and terrifying
>only available to small reading group that can be trusted not to leak it
>the unholy, highly-researched love child of /a/, /k/, /m/, /d/, and /tg/
>growing by leaps and screams to this day

Pic related.

>>31724661
>Only you are your worst critic.
Remember that saying. Afterall, I'm just a drawfag

>>31724595
I don't have an interest in eating rocky mountain oysters, but those do look tasty. Does that make me gay?

>>31724595
Were they tasty tho?

>>31724684
>>31724690
I'll get it typed up and have it ready for Friday. I'll have to translate it from paper to digital, but I'll try to make it at least presentable.

>>31724703
>>31724718
they're dam tasty but once you know were they come from, well it's like going to a slaughter house and loosing your apetite for meat

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Okay guys~

I think I'm ready to post the first bit of my new story for the Holiday.

Here we go, hope you enjoy!

>>31724819
shidd

alright, i'll wait a bit with mine then. i only have one more before bed though

>>31724819
Go forth!

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>>31724819
>hyped

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"Look. You fucking pig fuck. I'm doing what YOU asked me to. I'm fucking checking in, you don't like it you can suck my non-existent cock."

>The woman damn near shouted into the flip-phone in her hand, her Texan accent bleeding through her speech as she did it.

>She was tired.

>Tired of this fucking job, tired of this fucking place.

>Tired of smoking a fucking pack a day.

>"Detective McCray...You know you need to call in more than once a month, if something..."

>A voice replied on the other side of the phone, sounding defensive and apologetic.

"What you think I'm fucking dead? What difference does it make, you dumb fucks going to send SWAT to get me out if that's the case?"

>"...Look it's procedure for undercover..." the voice replied again.

"Yeah. Fucking procedure. Here's my check. Bye."

>She hung up the cellphone and flicked it across the room onto the table of her run down apartment in frustration.

>Sighing deeply, she ran her fingers through her shoulder-length wavy raven black hair and with a grunt she stood up, heading into her bathroom and started the shower.

>Stripping her clothes off damn near gleefully, as if she were tired of being in them, looking herself over in the mirror.

>>31724827
>>31724819
actually, i just accidental closed the tab and all i writing is gone, floor it

>>31724857
RIP in pieces. Getting back to writing.

>>31724857
W-why?

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>>31724856

"Mgh..."

>She sighed, looking at her own deep Sapphire blue eyes and the dark rings that hung under them.

>She hadn't slept well in weeks, and the fucking shit stains she was working under wouldn't give her any time off from being some pet girl security.

>She'd been working with the pieces of shit for the better part of four months and still hand't gotten what she needed to stick any kind of meaningful sentence to the bastards.

>In fact she'd gotten nothing at all, nothing but a shitty drug ring that wouldn't hold any real weight.

>This wasn't a fucking shadow of the shit she'd read -- what she agreed to do UC to bust up.

>There were allegations of not only drug trafficking, but human trafficking, gun running, extortion.

>The whole shebang.

>But most notably of all however, the ringleader of the shit she was now knee-deep in -- she didn't even know his first name, just "Boudreaux" or "Mr.Boudreaux"

>She hadn't even seen his fucking face, or him at all, to be fair, just a shape in the back of a car.

>And searching the last name alone wasn't getting her anything, likely an alias of course.

>She reached up moving her hair away from her face, looking at herself close.

>McCray was a good looking woman, her skin was damn near milk white, naturally, from the Irish in her.

>She had freckles on her shoulders and some across her nose, not too many...but enough to remind her about her heritage every time she dared look into a mirror.

>Her eyes were a deep Sapphire blue, brilliant enough to make someone look twice at her just due to the color.

>She hated it.

>As such, she wore contacts while undercover to make them brown.

>She didn't need any of these scummy fucks knowing too many details.

>>31724856
Cool, an undercover cop story!

>>31724880
because i've spend three nights prior to this in the back seat of a bmw. i'm fucking tired

>>31724857

;-;

now we have to wait for tomorrow to find out what happened to Lily

>>31724911
Oh. Was it at least saved? Anyhow, sleep tight soon

>>31724921
sorry man, but i can barely sit upright

>tfw missing the /wfg/ party

>>31724927
no it wasn't

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>>31724890

>She continued to look herself over, a permanent downward slope to her eyebrows as she inspected herself, squeezing her own C-cup breasts and bounced them a bit as she turned, looking at them in the mirror, pursing her lips a little with her messy hair, trying to emulate a fashion model or something.

>She honestly wasn't far off.

>With a grumble she shook off the "sexy" act and pulled her bra off and stepped out of her panties, getting into the shower, letting the water hit her and run off of her body.

>She stood about 5'8", 140 pounds with around 13% body fat...she was quite an athlete, and strove to maintain it, running at least 5 miles a day, even with her shit undercover duty.

>She went to the gym to lift when she could.

>Because of her efforts, her body was pretty well put together, and she was proud of it, she often got under-estimated because of her size.

>Which meant she could often fight her way out of shit situations using some of the martial arts she'd learned through her time, Taekwondo and Judo mostly.

>The woman let out a relaxed sigh, beginning to shampoo her hair, working it into her scalp with her black painted fingernails and rinsing it clean well after a few minutes of scrubbing.

>In the next instant she was washing the rest of her body briskly with soap and stepping out of the shower drying herself in a half-assed manner, walking to her bed with heavy and slow foot falls.

>She leaned forward and flopped into bed.

>She closed her eyes and within minutes she was out like a light, naked on top of her blankets in the middle of the afternoon, the sounds of the city flooding in through the windows only serving to give her some white noise.

>She slept like a rock today for some reason, unknown to her why...but it was welcome.

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>>31724933
>no it wasn't
fuuuuug. Sleep well, fluff

>>31724933

It's okay, onee-chan. Hugs

go catch some sleep if you want. we'll be here in the morning

>>31724933
Sleep tight.

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>>31724942

>She was forced away by the screeching of her alarm clock.

>9PM.

>Time to go to work.

>She silently forced herself up to her feet, slipping on a pair of panties and going to the bathroom, popping in the contacts, taking a quick glance at herself with her new brown eyes, some slim-fit but well worn jeans going on as soon as she steps out of the bathroom, a pair of Doc Martins following, the jeans tucked into the boots.

>Then her old brown belt.

>Then a bra...and a plain black tee shirt over that.

>She pulled her hair up into a loose bun and fitted her old Casio watch to her left wrist and grabbed her cellphone for her UC work, leaving her actual department line tucked away neatly amongst other personal belongings.

>With a small sigh she also grabbed her Glock 19 off the table nearby, press checking it and then tapping the back of the slide once she sees the familiar shine of brass return her gaze, slipping it into the waistline of her jeans and pulling her shirt down over it, pocketing a spare magazine.

>She locked her door behind her as she left, heading down the stairs, spryly, her keys jingling in her hand as she bounced her way down the staircase to the shitty, dimly lit parking garage down below, approaching the piece of shit Jeep she'd chosen from the impound lot as her UC vehicle.

>>31724933
Love ya JT, be of sleepings tight.

>>31724933
Night fluffy, sleep well.

>>31724595
the picture makes me hungry for fried pickles. damn you south dakota and your lack of tasty fried southern foods.

>>31724933
sleep tight fluffy

wait, did fal see the cluster that was last thread?

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>>31724988

>The drive out to the woods was always shit.

>Damn near 45 minutes of pure nothing, followed by more nothing.

>She sighed, staring at the back woods road through her Jeep's aging headlights, finally making a turn and pulling onto a very well hidden path, pulling through some waist high grass and turning off her headlights.

>She rolled up the path using just her parking lights, the trip about 3/4's of a mile, eventually opening to a small clearing where another two trucks were parked, stopping and getting out, turning the Jeep off, staying on the driveway, avoiding the grass for a very specific reason.

>There were fucking mines planted in it.

>The entire 300 yards from the driveway into the clearing to the shitty building at the far edge was lined with Soviet era mines, all except for the very clearly maintained driveway, which blended into obscurity the further toward the roadway proper you got.

>She had assumed it was just bullshit until an unlucky deer ran across the field 3 weeks ago and turned into a red mist, the guts and skin and bones that flew were still sort of in the same spot as the blast; not that it mattered.

>"Ey, there she is, Vi's here."

>Ritchie spoke, standing out front of the relatively large building smoking, turning his head over his shoulder as he did it, talking to someone inside, the door open.

>She rolled her eyes a bit, letting her UC name sink in for what felt like the 600th time.

>Viola Briggs

>Most just called her Vi or Vio, not that she cared either way, but the difference from her given name of Morgan would always play hell on her senses for the first few minutes of being around these guys and their rifles.

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>>31725018

>Ritchie was a chubby guy that liked to crack jokes a bit too much, and it was obvious to everyone, including Morgan, that he liked her.

>Though, none of the guys dared give her a try after the first week she was put on to work with them where she broke some dickless drug runner's nose for grabbing her ass.

>She established dominance quickly enough to let the guys around her know she wasn't some fuck-doll like the women they usually fucked around with.

>She was there for business.

>A rough, displeased sounding voice spoke from inside the building, echoing off the walls inside the fluorescent light bleached interior.

>"Vi, Get your fucking floozy ass in here!"

"Rgh..."

>She growled a bit, approaching the door, brushing past Ritchie on her way in, her usual scowl on as she walked in, the smell of chemicals smacking her square in the face the moment she set foot inside the building, the meth set up bubbling away, a few guys in respirators working with the current cook happening in the background.

>"The fuck is this shit, you dumb cunt. How many fucking times do I have to tell you to fucking seal this shit right, look, it's all fucking oxidized now."

>The man spoke again, his voice dripping with anger as he eyeballed her, holding a tray of meth that had gotten exposed to air for too long at the end of the pouring process.

>She hated this asshole, nobody knew his actual name, but the all called him 'Bishop'.

>He was tall and lanky, tattoos covering his body from face to toe, all of them rather dark in nature, namely an upside down cross between his eyebrows on his forehead, a partial Glasgow smile cut onto his right cheek.

>His greying hair was a fucking mess, and his eyes were bloodshot, he was probably high.

>And worst of all.

>He was her boss.

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>>31725054

"Look man, I'm here to be a gun, you can't dump this cook shit on me and expect me to get it right."

>Morgan replied defensively, holding a hand up.

>Bishop stormed over to her and grabbing her by the back of the head and dragging her by her hair over to the table, shoving her face into the oxidized meth with a sharp force, crushing her cheek against it.

"Mpgh!"

>"I DIDN'T ASK YOU. IF YOU COULD FUCKING COOK. I TOLD YOU. THAT IF YOU FUCK IT UP AGAIN, THIS IS FUCKING /NICE/ COMPARED TO WHAT'S HAPPENING TO YOU. YOU FUCKING GET ME, YOU CUNT?"

>She only groans in pain, trying to tune out the screaming voice in her head telling her to shoot this faggot in the dick, taking his abuse.

>The pain of the crystallized chemicals digging into her face, namely around her eye socket starting to get uncomfortable.

"Yesh shir..."

>She croaked.

>"Say it again." He pressed her head down a bit harder, groping her chest with one hand, sneering as he did it.

"Yes. Fucking. Sir."

>She growled her words, her anger starting to boil over, her leg coiling back a little for a knee to his stomach, stopping short as he let go of both her head and her chest, letting her stand upright and wipe the drugs off her face.

>"This shit is fucking expensive. Don't fuck up again. Or so fucking help me, bitch."

>He growled at her, shoving her with his shoulder as he stormed out of the building, ducking out of the door and marching to his truck, starting it and peeling out of the driveway, thundering out of the facility's grounds.

>Morgan growled, rubbing her face a little bit, slamming the tray of meth into the garbage can in a fit of rage, Ritchie slowly taking the opportunity to step in to help cheer her up.

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>>31725015

the first rule of Fluffy Defense Force is we don't talk about Fluffy Defense Force.

also it finally auto-archived at 506 posts

>>31725015
>wait, did fal see the cluster that was last thread?
What happened in that thread, stays in that thread, chap. If yall want, I can start up a discord.

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>>31725107

>"Hey...Vi. What do you call a faggot on roller skates?"

>She doesn't say anything, slamming the empty tray on the table and brushing herself off, fixing her hair, finally turning around and looking at him, responding.

"What..."

>"Rolaids."

>He smirked a bit as he gave her the punchline, starting to laugh and point at her when a smile curls across her lips, a small chuckle escaping her mouth until she laughs softly at it, the joke soaking in.

>The smile faded from her face after a short moment, rubbing her face a bit as he steps over, gently putting a pair of fingers on her cheek, turning her head softly.

>"Lemme see."

>She shook her head, brushing his hand off almost a bit too roughly.

"I'm fine. I'm going to go wake up the asshole and get geared, you coming?"

>"Yeah."

>Ritchie sighed about striking out and followed Morgan past the trio of meth cooks in the first room.

>They moved through the even larger room next door with multiple stations set up for Cocaine in various stages of repackaging, no less than 20 workers fussing over bags, boxes and tape, most all of them totally naked and wearing masks as they work with the powder, a rather strong barrier between the Meth production room and the Cocaine room in the form of about 10 sets of those Industrial flap door covers.

>>31725115
>>31725127
i was pissed. i was about to post the whole it goes to 11 video then the god damn thing archived.

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>>31725144

>She avoided making eye contact with the packers, passing a room with an insanely heavy door and about six locks on it.

>The only room in the entire facility she hadn't been inside of, passing it and making a turn into the armory.

>The armory was no slouch either, they'd massed a shit ton of guns, AK's, AR's, Shotguns of just about any type you can imagine, pistols, SMG's, LMG's...the list went on, racks and racks of them.

>The stink of drugs mixed with the scent of gun oil and ammunition in this room, it wasn't a bad smell at all, in her opinion.

>She approached the small locker with her 'name' scrawled on it, marker on a piece of duct tape, opening it briskly, producing a holster for a Glock and sticking it onto her belt, moving the handgun from her waistline into the holster.

>She reached in again silently, pulling out an SADF Pattern 83 chest rig, loaded with six AKM magazines, dropping it onto her shoulders and clicking the straps into place, she wore it lower than she needed to, the top of the carrier below her breasts, just avoid them being constricted by it all night and getting more uncomfortable than it had to be.

>There was a single M67 hand grenade stuck into the small pouch on the upper left, an AK bayonet had been grafted to the shoulder strap using paracord and some hopes and dreams.

>On her left side in the lower pouch there was a small medical kit and to the right of that in the spare pouch was a small radio, the antennae sticking out of the flap cover.

>A single Glock 17 magazine was stuffed into the pouch near the grenade and the medpack.

"Hey, asshole."

>Morgan spoke, reaching in and slapping the AK racked inside the locker, a male voice echoing from inside it.

>"Fuck off you lousy bitch, I'm sleeping."

"Nah, fuck you, get up."

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>>31725193

[Yes I went there.]

>Morgan replied angrily, sneering at it, a man standing up before her as she blinks, rubbing his eyes and stretching.

>He was tall, well groomed, and muscular.

>A full, dark beard on his face, it was about 2 inches or so long.

>His hair undercut around the sides and back, the top was long and slicked back neatly like they used to do back in the day, but he had a more modern look to him.

>For example, he wasn't wearing a uniform at all, Just jeans and a grey waffle thermal shirt, the sleeves pushed up over his elbows.

>He was a '72 Tula AKM, and he was in great shape, and she, being unimaginative called him "Tula" Not that he gave much of a shit.

>Morgan, nor anybody else that were familiar with geists could figure out why this particular rifle was a guy, or why he wasn't uniformed.

>What she did know, was that his mere presence made female geists not want to be anywhere near her, not because he was particularly disgusting -- which he was, but more like they were scared of him for some reason.

>It took Ritchie's rifle almost 2 months to get used to the idea of him even being out with them, let alone come out into her human form at the same time, which she had yet to do in Tula's presence.

>Regardless of whatever the fuck it was, he was off.

>He seemed broken deeply, unstable, even.

>>31723640
OP who made previous thread here.
Just woke up and saw that it went right through 500 posts.

That should be a 4chan record.

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>>31725246

>There'd been male geists before.

>Morgan had researched them out of curiosity, and found they were volatile, but none of the stories she read were anything like Tula's.

>He was DEEPLY disturbed, he liked to discharge on her while she was walking with the safety on, just to laugh at her freaking out about the ND that came from nowhere.

>He'd jam when they'd train, on purpose, of course, to make her times longer.

>Who knows what he'd do if she were faced with someone that was looking to hurt her.

>But, oddly enough, out of all the guys here that come and go every day and night, picking and choosing from the various Waffegeists, she was the only one that could even hold him. \

>He'd just turn on a man that picked him up and punch him or shove him away.

>Or just flat out refuse to work, seizing his bolt carrier and safety to make them give up on trying.

>As such, Bishop forced her to keep him, because a gun was a gun, and if it worked when she held it, it was good enough.

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>>31725309

And that's all I have for now~

Let me know if you think it's interesting, I felt like flipping the script a little with this.

And don't worry, I'll explain why he is the way he is, before anyone starts formulating a bunch of thoughts~

See you tomorrow~

>>31725350
it's neat and a pleasant novelty, you don't tend to see undercover cop stories with a supernatural vibe on it, i also liked that you put a realistic vibe on the fuckers that made drugs/ring leaders

>>31725350
Night FAL-san :3

>>31725350
Oh shit son, dis gon b gud.

Eagerly awaiting more, FAL bro

>The rifle is sitting on the table next to your laptop while you read up all you can on it.
>There's quite a few bad things to be said about the company's owner, but the rifle seems to be a fairly solid design.
>The serial number on the rifle points towards the later end of the production run, which means the parts should all be post recall updates.
>You go over all the features of the rifle, and strip it down for inspection.
>Removing the barrel via the quick change button makes you giddy.
>Checking the bolt for the necessary features, you're relieved to find that it has the roll pin in the rear section of the bolt group, which indicated it's perfectly fine to shoot.
>The piston is also the newer style without the rollpin fixing it to the carrier.
>Older models seemed to have an issue with shearing or snapping the pin.
>Which is a big relief, because there is one major concern on your mind.
>There is almost no support for the rifle, and spare parts aren't going to be an easy find.
>It's one of the major reasons for the dislike for the company and its owner.
>Robinson Arms geared up solely for the new army rifle trials, and decided the M96 had no place in their catalog compared to the XCR.
>A rifle which ultimately flopped.
"Son of a bitch. Got too greedy looking for a military contract like that..."
>Letting out a sigh, you scoot out of your seat and head into the kitchen to start on dinner.
>Taking out all the ingredients and a large pot, you start the prepwork for a simple stew.
>"Are you going to take me back?"
>Your hand pauses midway over the stove, nearly reaching the temperature dial.
>Snapping around and pressing against the stove, you prepare to defend yourself against the owner of the unfamiliar voice.
>It's a girl.
>Slightly taller than you and of average build.

>You quickly snatch a knife from your cutting board and ready it.
"Who the hell are you and how did you get in my house?!"
>Her raven black hair swishes as she recoils back in fear.
>Brown eyes, so dark that they almost appear black, show her panic.
>"I-I'm sorry! It's your new rifle!"
>You glance past the girl into the dining room.
>The M96 is gone from the table.
>Slowly, you advance towards the girl.
>Anger creeps into your voice.
"What did you do to my rifle. Where is it?!"
>Her eyes widen further as she takes a couple messy steps and trips onto her back.
>Arms curl up as if to protect her from you.
>You're almost to her feet when you notice her silently sobbing.
>The anger building up quickly disperses as you lower the knife to your side.
>Even if she broke in and messed with your new rifle, you can't bring yourself to be mad at a crying girl.
"Hey. Come on. You snuck into my house and messed with my new gun. Just tell me where it is, and I'll let you go no problem."
>The girl peeks at you from behind her arms.
>You spot the build-up of water in her eyes.
>She takes a second to try and choke out a response.
>After a moment, she finally responds clearly.
>"I am your rifle."
>You stare dumbfounded into her glistening eyes.
>An unequipped hand comes to your face as you set the knife on the kitchen counter with a sigh.
"Jesus Christ, why did a crazy have to break in and mess with me the day I finally get a new toy?"
>The girl replies with a slight groan.
>"I-I'm not a toy! I'm a firearm! You shouldn't treat us like toys, the manual even says so."
>You can only offer a deadpan glare in return.
"Give me my rifle and get the fuck out. I'm going back to making dinner."
>Retrieving your knife, you turn the stovetop on and start chopping and dicing the assortment of vegetables.
>After not hearing any noise for a couple minutes, you look back while expecting her to still be on the ground.

>>31725350

Also posting to say I've updated my patebin, Pale King is now readable there, for future threads and you weirdos that don't like seeing my pictures~

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>The girl is nowhere to be found, but your new rifle lies where she was.
>Guess she wised up and left.
>You hope.
>Maybe you should have escorted her off your property first.
>Welp, if you get murdered in your sleep, at least you'll know why.
>Because you're a dumbass.
>Making a few quick passes through the nearby rooms, you return to the kitchen and finish gathering everything into a stew.
>You let it set to cook and pick your rifle up from the floor.
>A quick inspection is in order.
"She better not have fucked with anything."
>After checking that nothing was damaged externally or internally, you set the rifle back on the table and head back to check on the stew.
>It's coming along nicely.
>You turn back to the dining room to read some more on the rifle.
>Only to see the girl sitting on the tabletop where the rifle was with her head tilted forward, said rifle nowhere to be seen.
>The anger you suppressed earlier quickly builds back up.
"Okay, miss. This is getting old. Tell me right now. Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?"
>She slowly raises her head to look up at you, and with the sad eyes of a wounded puppy, she softly replies.
>This time, there is no stuttering.
>Just quiet conviction.
>"It's me. I'm your rifle."

>>31725350
I visualized the story like those Max Payne comic cutscenes.

Keep it up!

>>31725610
I think that's all I got in me tonight. Thousand words an hour isn't too bad for a guy who flunked nearly every english class because he hated writing essays, right?

>>31725655
Noooo write more right now you asshole

Oh well, I enjoyed it anyway.

>>31725700
I need to fill up my shitposting quota still. I'll go get a small snack and count my calories, check my weight, etc. Afterwords, I might continue. Probably won't post much more story though.

I'm kinda concerned about the pacing though, I've always been really bad on the downtime sections. Trying to drag out the bits that build the world or characters more.

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Will be posting a little bit of HiPoint and Anon here in a bit. Not too much, but some.

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>>31725754
Awww shit. It's wigger time. Time to get comfy.

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reposting the one-off - "stolen"

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>>31718197
>>31718191

since neither of you were able to figure out the 80's B-movie I used for inspiration/blatantly stole from, I'll toss out a couple more hints:

>NOT ROBOCOP
>very /o/
>one of the best B-movie soundtracks ever, including Ozzy Osbourne
>Cousin Eddy is in a co-starring role

>>31725866
>The Wraith
A shit nigga

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Light My Fire (PTR/HK) cont.

>cut the tv off and the living room is filled with blackness
>it's not long before I clock out
>after a few adjustments, I'm off to dreamland where everything is made up and nothing makes sense
>dream of a house-sized granddaddy long legs
>it's skittish so I chase it around a neighborhood
>it tries to hide behind other houses but its colossal legs give it away
>the enormous spider is extremely careful not to step on parked cars or cause property damage
>for some reason, I can stop laughing for the entirety of the encounter
>sunlight peers though the windows
>in that twilight stage of sleep
>I'm awake but so comfy I refuse to move
>on my back head on a pillow
>I can feel that Judith is still in her human form
>her head is rising and falling as I breath
>her arms holding onto my torso
>our legs are interlocking
>my right arm is wrapped around her narrow shoulders
>my left rests on her...
>butt?!
>trying not to move
>gotta think about this one
>yup, it's soft
>that's definitely her butt
>like diffusing a bomb, I move my hand very slowly, very carefully out of her pants
>feel the elastic in her underwear taper off my finger tips
>feel her fine peach fuzz on her smooth skin
>decide to stop over the dimples at the small of her back
>she murmurs, "...mmm... leg es zurück..." and then nestles her hips deeper against me
>no idea what the fuck that means
>I don't think I woke her though
>but I might
>it's dawn
>I've got the mojo rising
>her hipbone is right on top of it
>fuuuuuuuuuuck...
>think of anything else
>toilets overflowing with shit
>my uncle's hairy beer gut
>worms
>decide to concentrate on the blade rotation of the ceiling fan
>seems to work
>her breathing matches mine
>i am holding onto an angel
>her head buried in my chest
>slim fingers lightly holding onto my shoulders
>her body is so warm against mine under the sheets
>I don't think I can could be any happier than I am in this moment

>>31725885

one of the movies of my childhood. out in the garage with Pops, with this, Harley Davidson & The Marlboro Man, or the original Gone in 60 Seconds playing on a beat-up TV and VCR next to the workbench

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>>31725900
Light My Fire (PTR/HK) cont.

>I don't think I can could be any happier than I am in this moment
>if through some quantum interference in the spacetime continuum trapped me here in an infinite time loop, I'd be perfectly fine
>this is what happiness feels like
>warm, comfy, no worries, hell I even paid all the bills last week
>smile to myself
>feel sorry for the rest of the world
>maybe... MAYBE... if Jimi Hendrix were alive and playing live 40 yards away while a squadron of huey helicopters hovered a bit further away, I could be slightly happier
>well, let's not get greedy...
>and then CCR, Steppenwolf, and Black Sabbath were the acts that followed...
>stop being greedy, anon!
>the smell of Hoppes 9 in her hair puts me right back to sleep
>the smell of vinegar wakes me right back up
>repulsed by its stench, I recoil, disturbing Judith's heavenly slumber on my chest
>"hey! Vhat ist going on?!"
>the sun is now high and the blonde child is standing over the top of us smiling and holding a soaked rag
>"Reveille! Love birds!"
>Judith is cursing in German once again, "kleine scheißer..."
>"The hell, Rose?! You couldn't come up with a better way to wake us?"
>The little girl smirks, "you two need to get a room."
>I can hear Judith pathetically protesting
>I hear her quietly complain as she rubs her eyes, "I do not have a room..."
>Seriously what the fuck?
>"This is MY apartment. The WHOLE thing is my room!"
>this puts Rose on the defensive
>Judith uses this to take her revenge
>"Ahww... vook at her little panties! Zhey are blue vith little anchors!"
>The german battle rifle giggles and points her finger right between the open stance Rose had chosen
>her hand is slapped away immediately but the blush it caused was still very visible
>Rose hopes to the carpet and holds her dress down with both hands
>she says nothing but there's a vein on her temple that's about to burst
>I chuckle slightly
>this is pretty funny
>she kinda deserved it
>"Rose!"
>"Yes, master?"

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>>31725982
Light My Fire (PTR/HK) cont.

>"Rose!"
>"Yes, master?"
>"One, don't call me that. Two, I want you to gather your magazines, load them up, and put on your magazine pouch."
>humiliated, the little carbine disappeared into the bedroom
>look over at Judith who is still wearing a grin, "Did you have to embarrass her like that?"
>The dark angel turned back over the top of me
>she gives me a light peck on the cheek, "ja"
>her morning breath smells like burnt gun powder
>as she pushes herself up, the top two undone buttons give a fleeting glimpse at a padded bra, hinting at more modest breasts
>think to myself, C cups are a little big for my taste anyway
>get up
>shower
>toga party into my bedroom
>Rose is still in there
>she turns and looks at me
>before I can ask her to get out, she asks, "how do I look?"
>what's the difference?
>she still has her black leather combat boots on, OD sundress complete with black floral pattern along the bottom-
>ohhhh, I see, the large tan bow in her hair is new
>it's cute
>must be the magazine pouch
>"You look fine."
>the little girl looks relieved
>before she says another word, I ask her leave while I dress
>black t-shirt, plate carrier with mag pouches, and tiger stripe jungle camo surplus pants
>I hope we do well

>>31725996
You make me want a PTR more than I thought I ever could. Wish Atlantic would get them back in stock.

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>>31725996
That's all I've got for y'all tonight! Considering I borrowed from my own past experiences, I feel that writing all of these emotional sequences in my story has opened up old wounds. I'm going to do my best to steer away from that for now. My duffle bag is packed, along with my tent and mummy. I'll be CCing my ruger .38, so I should be fine. I want to clear my head of this and find out who I really am again. The plan is to make to Charleston, SC and back. I want to thank you all for your support. Any comments/concerns/questions relating to my story is greatly appreciated!

>>31726082
for a man with some wounds you write happy/cute moments eerily well. Best of luck on the travel man. Stay alive.

>>31726082
This, JT, and kommandos vs wild are my favorite and most anticipated stories.

I'm realy liking how this one is turning out. Keep it up!

>>31726082
Good luck, PTRfag and be safe. If you find yourself venturing into Savannah, GA (right next to Charleston), hit up B&D Burgers for hella good food.

I'm personally enjoying it so far and have no complaints at the moment. Looking forward to more!

>>31726082

I really enjoy your writing. Drive safe, ok?

Haven't been on /k/ for 4 months because I couldn't handle the autism after so many years.

I like this thread, I'll be staying on /k/ for a while. Feels good to be home

[spoiler]I fucking hate fluffy. Fite me [/spoiler]

>>31726184
>I fucking hate fluffy

Take it back mother fucker

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>>31726184
You take that shit back right now

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>>31726210
Make me

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>>31726184

them's fighting words

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>>31726288
>>31726294
>>31726341
I miss this, thank you

Here, I'll share my one picture of fluffy that I'm sure you all have

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Beginning dump. Pic contains guns that have appeared so far.
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>That night you find yourself in Texas, having sailed through Louisiana with no issues.
>You’ve grabbed a room for the night at another Motel 6 somewhere outside of Abilene, Texas using the free pass you got back in Mississippi.
>Standing on the balcony outside the room, you stare out into the night and let out a sigh as you lean on the railing, eating sunflower seeds.
>You pop another fistful of sunflower seeds into your mouth and store them in your cheek as you repeat the same process you’ve had going for the last hour: Shell, spit, chew. Shell, spit, chew. The water bottle half filled with shells is a testament to your attempt at keeping the urge to smoke at bay.
“The hell am I gonna do?” you think aloud.
>What /were/ you going to do? Suddenly you go from this trip just being you, to you and the gangbanger wannabe of your Hi-Point’s spirt, then suddenly there’s the addition of your Mosin and Glock. Finances for food, clothes, and utilities are being calculated in your head as you continue burning through sunflower seeds.
“The fuck am I supposed to do about space and sleeping arrangements?”
>It hits you that you’ve only got a studio apartment lined up once you reach Arizona, pre-furnished with only a the bare minimum, just enough for you to get by with during your few months of training. You could store them in gun form to save on space, but you would feel like shit now knowing what they truly were: sentient beings with real emotions and thoughts, not just steel, wood, and polymer.

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>>31726438
>You finally give up with the seeds and pull the pack of cloves from your pocket and light one up, grateful for the taste of the nicotine stick as the chemicals do their job. Leaning against the wall next to the door, you slide down to the concrete floor of the balcony and close your eyes. Slow, relaxed drags from your smoke help ease your worries for the moment as you close your eyes. Your mind wanders to thoughts of the girls themselves.

>You’ve only really gotten to know Sam, albeit not by much. The other two, Sascha the bubba’d Mosin 91/30 and Eloise the Glock 19, are unexplored waters. The only thing you know for certain about all three is that they are VERY emotional, at least if the sobbing session earlier that day was any sign.

>One bed in a studio apartment with three emotionally unstable girls who are also guns.

“… Fuck me,” you mutter.

>Your thought process is broken by the apartment door opening and a figure appearing in your peripheral vision. Sam.

>”Anon, you need to sleep,” she yawns, rubbing her eyes. “It’s late.”

“It’s not that late,” you argue, looking to your watch.

>1:09 a.m.

“Well it wouldn’t be if I didn’t have to drive in the morning.”

>You grunt and groan as you stand, flicking what’s left of your cigarette off the balcony and into the parking lot. You gently pat Sam on the head as you usher her back inside, locking the door behind you. In the slivers of light seeping through the blinds you watch as she crawls back into the bed with the other girls. You gently flop onto the air mattress at the foot of the bed.

>All three had argued for you to take the bed and they the air mattress or rifle case, but you insisted and held your ground despite the pleading and puppy dog eyes from the Ruskie and Austrian. Although Sam’s threat of “shanking a bitch” was near compelling enough.

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>[spoiler]I fucking hate fluffy. Fite me [/spoiler]
>Spoilers
>Working on /k/
And this, my lads, is how you instantly figure out b8. The format of his post is that of an /s4s/ user. The lack of proper syntax, as well as not being on /k/ for 4 months due to "autism" (Despite the fact /k/ has been autistic since its inception) states. To reply is toThis is a namefag with pic related as a PSA

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>>31726481
>The next morning you’re awoken by Sam nudging you with her foot.

>”Get your cracker ass up, Anon, we need to get on the road if you wanna hit Arizona by tonight.”

“Five more minutes,” you groan, burying your face under the pillow.

>She begins shoving you with her foot, now, finally getting enough momentum to roll you off the slightly deflated mattress and onto the floor.

>”Get in the truck and drive, honkey.”

>The sound of a deflating mattress meets your ears and peering from under the pillow confirms that your Hi-Point is deflating and rolling up the mattress. Further emerging from the last remnants of your sleep, you find that all you luggage is gone, as are Sascha and Eloise. You groggily sit up on the floor.

“Where’re the other two and my stuff?”

>”Sascha is in the gun case and Eloise is over there.” She points over to the nightstand where your keys, phone, wallet, and holstered Glock sit, waiting for you.

>You pick up your belongings, unholstering the Austrian sidearm and checking she’s loaded. A gentle pet on the barrel and you return her to the Alien Gear and strap it to your side inside the waistband of your shorts.

“They not riding with us in their, um… Human, forms?”

>It still sounds like you need to be tossed into a mental asylum, talking about guns being girls.

>”Nah, they’re still shy about being out around you, especially since their first impression wasn’t the most… calm?”

“Yet you weren’t shy about just appearing out of thin air and going full on gangbanger wannabe, tryin to twerk when you’ve got no ass.”

>She turns red and glares daggers in your direction as she pulls down on her hoodie, further hiding her track shorts from view.

>”Cause a special bond is formed between a gun and her owner when used against another human. And I’ll have you know I got a damn fine booty, ya perv.”

>>31726517
>To reply is to give them a (you)
Late to the party, fug

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>>31726532
>You roll your eyes and follow her out the door, locking up.

“Oh hush, you were the one who was shakin her ass like some ghetto girl for a drug slingin gangbanger, so don’t be callin me the perv. Plus, who was it that crawled into bed with ME that night?”

>Her face can’t possibly get any redder. She didn’t think you’d remember and you’re enjoying yourself in teasing her, and she can tell.

>”Only cause I felt sorry for you,” she huffs. “Country-ass cracka ain’t even held a bitch in how long?”

>Ouch.

>”Ain’t no bitch gon’ touch yo backwoods ass, soundin like a damn inbred fuckwad,” she continues, shit eating grin plastered across her face as she retaliates.

>She snaps her fingers in a zigzag before sashaying away, going to start the truck and leaving you feeling even shittier than you had been from just sleeping on a cheap air mattress.

>Tfw even your rifle burns you and has no faith in your getting a girl.

>Tfw you can't argue because it has been a long while since you even shared a bed with someone that wasn't a friend crashing while drunk.

>You drag yourself to the office and checkout, murmuring a thanks to the clerk.

>The rest of the day is quiet and uneventful, with Sam riding on the air of confidence from her words earlier in the day. You finally hit Tempe, Arizona after an agonizing twelve hours of coffee, cigarettes, sunflower seeds, and a wigger carbine with the mouth of a Bofors who prattles on about who her favorite rapper is and why Eminem is a “hell of a G and damn good nigga.”

>You merely nod in agreement and let her have fun with the radio and play with your phone, not saying anything the whole ride. Her words from earlier that day stick with you.

>You’re not sure why they’ve stuck to your mind and sting as much as they do, especially when such words and comments from others would have just rolled off your back. Damn carbine.

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>>31726517
>>31726517
>>31726517
>>31726517

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>>31726577
>The apartment office won’t be open until morning and it’s roughly midnight, so one more night at a motel. You get lucky and your final free night nets you a room with two king sized beds. Sam immediately tosses herself onto the bed she plans to claim for the night, quickly burying herself under the comforter. Her head surfaces a moment later.

>”Can’t blame the other two for waitin till we in our own crib before poppin out again, some stank ass beds in this hole.”

>You merely nod in agreement and turn out the lights before falling onto the other bed, leaving only the bedside lamp on.

>”Goodnight, Anon!” she yawns, reaching to turn off the lamp.

“Mhm,” you grunt, staring at the wall not in her direction.

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All I got for tonight, gents Critique welcomed, as usual.

>>31726517
/k/ has been autistic since it's inception yes, that's why I left for a bit. I went to other boards because I got sick of it.

More writing tomorrow. Too tired to do anything. Gotta be up in 5 hours. Night, gunfuckers.

Any news from that anon writing the SKS-chan X Anon lewd?

>>31726623
But anon, /k/ is the best board except for /arg/, /akg/ and /brg/. Also Fluffy best grill with Mako second best grill, I have a war goatee and your argument is invalidad

>>31726679
You mean Anon_kun? He was here a while ago, wondering when he'll post it.

>>31726681
Fuck a war goatee, that's pretty cool actually. Facial hair of any sort is kick ass. I unfortunately don't have atm so you are the superior man

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>>31726037
I bought my A3R from them a good three ex's ago. I must say it's the most fun shooter I have. #2 being the old carbine. If you decide to pull the trigger on one, you won't regret it. Just ignore the hate you'll receive from sa/k/uya. He's a very unhappy and insecure individual.

>>31726129
Just remembering the good times I've had. Been trying to focus on them all day.

>>31726131
I really appreciate that! I'm a fan of those two, FAL, and 10/22!

>>31726146
Thanks, buddy! I'll keep that in mind.

>>31726170
Oh? I'm glad you enjoy it!

>>31726184
You're in the wrong thread.

>>31726679
>>31726696
Working on it. Be ready tomorrow me thinks. Also never mix JB and Walker. Holy shit.

>>31726577

carbine gonna get pawned for being a bitch

>>31726790

>PTR likes my writing
>///< b-but you write a lot better than I do

>>31726131
>>31726790

I'm flattered that someone is actually anticipating my subpar writing done while in classes and at 3 in the morning

speaking of which, fuck sleep, time to write more

>>31725350
I like it. Continue with it please.

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>>31724696
>>31724690
>>31724684
Well here we go. I typed up the first bit. Preemptive sorry.

Trooper 1st Class Ward
Sabo II (Colony/Export World)
1850.20.14

I always hated re-entry. The sudden jarring, the heat, hearing the spacecraft groan as the stress ate away at the frame. At least I was off that cramped destroyer that had ferried my part of the battalion to this god forsaken rock. The garrison forces to ensure the local alien population was kept under control sent out a distress, before contact was lost with the planet. It's hard to imagine an entire garrison brigade being overtook by very basic aliens using chemical powered weapons, but this is a backwater world, and who knows what kind of army rejects they sent here.

At best, we would get boots on the ground, have a show of force with the natives, and /really/ get it though their heads that this planet belongs with the Empire. Hell, we need that starship grade metal more than they could use. But, at the worst, Command has ensured us there is reinforcements en-route from nearby systems.

"Five to the LZ, the pilot wants dust off ASAP gents. Be sure your rifles are ready, and your armor tight."

There was a near unanimous cry of "Yes Sarge" along with the high pitched whine of fifty or so gauss rifles coming online, and the jostling of carapace. As the craft slowed for our imminent arrival, thats when all hell broke lose.

(I'm sorry its horrible.)

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>>31725350
I'll admit to some interest.

>>31727191
Dave and Chris crack me up!

>>31727064
You content is great! I really the alt. POV. It also helps me focus on something else.

>>31727321
>he was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright

>>31727358
>He checked off his equipment and made sure his pod was right
>He had to sit and listen to the afterburners roar
>HE AINT GONNA JUMP NO MOORREE

>>31727401
>GORY, GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE

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>>31727346

i don't know what to say... because I'm terrible at accepting complements >.<

thank you >//<

and on that note, off to bed.

>>31727419
>IS EVERYBODY HAPPY said his earvox crackling up
>Our feeble hero nodded as the jump pod heated up
>He hit the fiery atmo as his heat shield came unhooked
>Oh he aint, gonna jump, no more

>>31727321
Nah it's not that bad but it does need to some polish.

>>31727538
Yeah. I just don't really know what I'm doing. I'll take any tips.

>>31727485
>GORY, GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE
>GORY, GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE
>GORY, GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE
>HE AIN'T GONNA DROP NO MOOOOORE

How many of you have read the Frontlines series by Marko Kloos?

It's some great military sci fi, and the audiobooks are damn good.

>>31727591
>He counted loud, he counted long, he waited for the shock
>He felt the G's, he felt the heat, he felt the awful drop
>The flame from his back-up spilled out and licked up at his legs
>Oh he aint, gonna jump, no more

>>31727676
>GORY, GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE
>GORY, GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE
>GORY, GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE
>HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MOOOOORE

>>31727712
>The flames wrapped around his neck, his helmet left his dome
>The pressure from the re-entry shattered all his skinny bones
>The pod became his urn as the poor lad started to burn
>Oh he aint, gonna jump, no more

I think you're all drunker than I am. I need to correct that.

>>31727787
I was drunk 29 minutes after work asoon as i fished out my flask. Youre so behind the curve that india wants you as its Chief of the Navy

>>31727814
scheisse

>>31727774
>CRISPY, CRISPY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO FRY
>CRISPY, CRISPY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO FRY
>CRISPY, CRISPY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO FRY
>HE AIN'T GONNA DROP NO MOOOOORE

>>31727910
>The days he'd lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind,
>He thought about the girl back home, the one he'd left behind;
>He thought about the medic corps, and wondered what they'd find,
>He ain't gonna jump no more.
>The MedicPod was on the spot, the vox was running wild
The medics looked out and screamed with glee, they rolled their sleeves and smiled
>For it had been a week or more since last a pod had failed,
>He ain't gonna jump no more.
>There was ash upon the window, there was just a pair of bo-ots
>His bones were a cackling in the remnants of his suuuit
>There wasnt much, they shook his pod and stirred the charred refuse
> Oh he ain't, gonna jump, no more.

>>31727968
>ywn be in the space marines and sing this as cadence while in basic training as your DT guardbro calls it

why live

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>>31727996
I was actually singing this as i wrote it, gotta make sure it sounds ~somewhat~ good

You guys dig femdom stories?

>>31728061
are you referring to that AAI story on /ak/? Because that goes into masochism more than simple domination

What perspective do you lads enjoy reading more? First, second, or third?

>>31728061
Yes. But,

Annie>AAI

>>31728074
Nah I just wanted to ask.To be honest I just wandered here from /jp/, maybe because of so much free time on my hands. Currently reading the sticky right now.

>150 posts
>2 stories

After having my shit deleted three times I realized that the iPad, however mobile, is still shit for writing directly to 4chan.

Beware, this is just a one-off.

Year 2016.
The swamp is an unforgivable place. It reeked of decomposition and decay, the smell seemingly thick enough to be cut through with a knife.

A large object is halfway buried in the middle of the mire, seemingly abandoned and derelict.

A red star adorned what little fabric remained on the metal skeleton that was unveiled in the passing of time.

The object seemingly shook, with many of it's parts creaking and groaning.

>blyat!
A female voice echoed from inside the machine, as what appeared to be a cage slid open.

It unveiled a young woman, seemingly of Russian descent, wearing a pilot's hat and aviator's uniform that is just as tattered as the aircraft covering.

She went out, stepping on the wing so as she could knock on the rear gunner's seat.

It, too, slid open to show a face covered in dirt.
Her cat ears stood alert as she grinned at the one who woke her up from her 72-year slumber.

>"Anna Berezin, at least you managed to stay with me for all these years!"
>"I, too, is please to see that my old friend Ivana Ilyushin is good as new!"

The two went on to sit on the left side wing of the plane, seemingly overjoyed that they are still alive.

Ivana fired off a flare that managed to last the years.

They gazed at it as it fell through the sky.

They drank out of vodka bottles to celebrate their reawakening, as respect for the ShKAS and the VYa-23 twins that didn't survive the crash, and for those two shmucks who bailed-out of the plane that fateful day in 1944.

Too bad no one could see the flare.

They were stuck in the middle of the uncharted Russian tundra.

>>31724857
Good thing your old stuff is all pastebinned neh?

I thought I might throw this up again for the hell of it, it's a short story that is connected to a main series of two novels I'm writing about a Canadian branch of the Social Welfare Agency. essentially fanfiction of Gunslinger Girl. This is the smallest of my works on the series so far. I hope it's decent writing, I know I'm not great but I think it's passable.

http://pastebin.com/CPfx0rZg

>continuing casefile 4 for the 4th thread in a row

"Oof! Fuck! Sonuvabitch!"

Chris rolled down into the pit, bouncing off of the stone walls, sliding down further and further until she hit the bottom. She groaned in pain, utterly miserable.

But she was still conscious, aware that she had fallen into a cave of some sort... onenwith a strange amount of light...

She struggled to her feet, bayonet still in hand, and saw the Grassman before her. But it didn't seem to have noticed her, because it was much more focused on something else.

She froze up in terror when it all came together.

Dave.

Unresponsive.

Naked.

Face down.

Ass up.

About to be mounted by an apparently EXTREMELY horny sasquatch.

With the fury of a thousand drunken Valkyries, Chris let out her warrior shriek and charged the Grassman, jumping on its back, sinking her blade into it.

The beast leapt up, howling and hooting like a chimpanzee, attempting to shake her off. But she held fast, and continued stabbing.

In a fit of desperation, it backedmup to the cave wall and started slamming her against it. The tactic worked, and Chris slumped to the floor, the wind knocked out of her.

The Grassman, enraged at Chris's cocknlocking efforts, grabbed her by the throat and lifted her, slowly tightening its grip, crushing her windpipe.

It was going to snap her neck. And then likely sodomize her corpse afterwards.

She couldn't allow that to happen. Bringing the bayonet back up, she stabbed it through the hand, making it howl in pain and drop her.

Unfortunately, this left her without a weapon. The beast extracted the blade frommotsnhand and tossed it away into a dark corner. It slowly advanced on her with hungry eyes.

Chris was too weak to do much else at this point. Her exertions were taking their toll. She crawled away from the creature, but there was nowhere to run...

>>31728436
*cocknlocking is supposed to be cockblocking but I'm on mobile so please take that into account when you see misplaced m's or n's where there should be spaces

>>31728436
also frommotsnhand is supposed to be "from its hand" goddammot samsung

>>31728436
She propped herself up against the cave wall at the far end, watching the Grassman stalk towards her to take its revenge. She only hoped it would kill her before anything else, to spare her the misery and humiliation.

She wondered why the cave floor was so comfortable for a moment, and saw she was sitting on Dave's discarded clothes. And her hand was resting atop something hard... and cold... something metallic...

Dave's 10mm revolver, still in the holster. She wrenched it free as the beast fell upon her, gripping her throat once more and lifting her off the ground.

She kicked her legs and gasped for air, to no avail. The beast held her higher, and squeezed her throat even harder, cutting off the bloodflow to her brain.

It was now or never for her.

With the last bit of her strength, she levelled the barrel of the revolver with the Grassman's right eye socket.

BANG

The beast stumbled back, releasing her from its iron grip. Chris fell to the floor, gasping.

The beast held a hand up to its now missing eye, as if trying to stem the bleeding. A moment later, it fell backwards, slowly at first, like some old tree that had been cut down at its base.

WHUMP

Chris crawled over to Dave, checking his pulse and breathing. She cried tears of joy upon finding he was still alive. She hugged him and held him close, not once minding his lack of clothes as she passed out from her exertions.

>>31725350
>undercover cop and criminal use waffegeists
Should be interesting to see where this goes.

>>31726618
>Ryou
>Not Kyou
Deducting points for that one.
Anyways, love the new chapter. Ghettogun a cute.

>>31726790
Finally got caught up on your story. I'm liking the dynamics of the characters. Rose really adds a lot to it.

And it seems everytime I get the PTR fever, Atlantic goes completely out of stock. Bet that when I get a motorcycle, they'll restock when I am at my poorest.

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>>31728052
I was scrolling down and spotted one of the refrains, thinking "so someone ran out of ideas and copy-pasted "blood upon the risers" in their story", then I looked again and noticed the changes, 5/5 can taste grilled bacon

Just realized that it has been three days of lazing around and completely forgot about Serial 1. Fuck. Well here it is.

You know damn well now that the hill was crawling with Chinese patrols.

The sound of thunder echoed inside the culvert as you are once again cooking the can of meatloaf you snagged from the checkpoint on your alcohol stove.

You worry on how it would rain and flood the canal, drowning you three poor souls.

You better have to move to find an exit as soon as you finish your meal.

Amelia is asleep from exhaustion, leaning on your backpack that you placed for her comfort, her face slightly illuminated by crookneck flashlight that you pointed upwards to give your space a little light.

Bill, on the other hand, is trying to rig up a sling from his windbreaker to support his shoulder. He knows that he must get proper medical attention or the wound might get infected.

The can of processed meat appears to be cooked. You take out the same spoon from earlier and just snag out just enough for you to eat in one pass.

You try giving some to Bill, who just politely nodded and said that you should just give it to her.

You put your hand on her shoulder to wake her up, telling her that she needs to eat to regain her strength as you hand over the can to her.

She immediately began to devour it's contents, scraping off every last morsel, yet taking care that she wouldn't make too much noise.

As you began to put your things back in the bag, you thought for yourself as of why this pipe is immaculately clean and free of any vermin.

Thunder once again rocked your little refuge, and along with it came the sound of rain.

That is your signal to move, to get out as soon as possible.

You slung your backpack and clipped on the flashlight on the strap to light up the path ahead.

You put Amelia's arm around your neck, so as to support her as you walk.

The QBZ she grabbed during her rampage is now on your hand.

Bill followed closely behind, USP at the ready.

>>31723097
>It's the middle of the night & you are on firewatch, making sure that the stove doesn't light anything or anyone on fire & that the temperature in the tent remains more or less stable, but your duties also include listening in on air defence radio broadcast.
>The station has been playing metal non-stop through the night, no surprices there, you aren't sure you recognize this so-wait, teh music stopped.
>You turn up the volume to hear a voice reading a report out loud:
>"New target XX, Grid YY, heading north-west"
>This can't be a drill, they wouldn't run this kind of drills in this situation, and they wouldn't report on our own planes' movements over a public channel you think as you grab a map to check where "XX" is and where it's headed.
>"South from here, over the sea, flying towards Archipelago sea, could be a Russian jet flying barely out of our airspace" you mutter to yourself when the reporter comes back
>"XX, attack aircraft, several Grid YZ, heading North-east" the reporter says. Nervously, you look at the map again and go pale.
>"Definitely in Finnish airspace, heading inland, this is no trolling, they are for real" you say, then you realize the planes are heading in your direction.
>"Air alarm! Everyone out, air alarm!" you shout at the top of your lungs as you start putting out the fire in the stove. The tent is empty in less than a minute & you can hear that the alarm was heard in the other tents as well, you finish putting out the stove, blow out the kerosene lamp and follow the others to the dark woods. You pick a nice, bushy spruce under which to take cover in in case of thermal cameras.
>Minutes pass and just as you are starting to think you made a mistake, you hear a thunderous roar coming from the north, Hornets from Pirkkala air base, and they are in a hurry, flying so fast & so low in the middle of the night over populated areas.
>A couple more minutes pass when you see a flash in the south-western sky, followed by an explosion.

>>31729490
of all mistakes that can be made, i think nuking finland is pretty high on the list

(then again, maybe not a nuke)

You are a good driver, and just a few minutes of full attack later, you catch up to the other car, and slow your pace to match it's. It feels like its silence, despite the gravel hitting the underside of the wheel arches, the humming of the engine and the wind noise. But there is one sound you should, and want to hear, but you just don't; breathing.

Fear comes in two form. One of them comes quickly, like being presented with a pistol a few inches of your forehead.. Not that anyone want to stare into the barrel of a gun, but the other fear is worse. It comes slowly. Creeps up on you, grabs you and does not let you go.

This is what happening to you. It feels not much unlike having someone drilling in your chest. Your hands have started shaking and you're loosing focus. And there isn't anyone in the car you can talk to either. But there is in the other car. You give the car a new gear to chew on, putting the revs to a more bearable level, and reach for the radio. Due to your shaking hands, sleep deprivation, stress and pure fear you drop it twice before getting a firm grip on it and pushing the little button

"Shitbox to Grandpa, come in"
'Go for grandpa'

Grey is on the radio, and she actually sounds somewhat calm

"Just wanna check in with you guys, all okay up front?"

The radio is silent for more time than you are comfortable with before a reply comes

'Cuts and bruises, no problem. You?'
"I'm fine back here"

You knew very well they were not asking about you. Yet somehow, you just couldn't bring up the real issue here. You were too scared. Scared that you had taken things a step to far. You had lost control, snapped. And seeing the way Lily looked before collapsing felt worse than being shot.
Another minute of silence. Natalya's voice breaks it, with the one question you knew was coming

¤ How's Lily, Anon?

>>31729490
From diddling rifles to getting nuked,
that escalated quickly.

>>31729508
Look, it's our favorite fluffy!

>>31729490
>You wait yet another couple minutes before the music stops once again and the reporter comes back: "target XX erased", you and those around you exchange looks; a war has just started, you saw & heard the explosion, and the radio broadcast merely states that the intruder has been removed from the target list.
>"Anon, what was it that those flyboys shot down?" your team leader asks.
>"The report said "attack aircraft, several"" you reply, and add "don't know how many were coming at us though"
>"Coming at us? Why do you think they were coming specifically at us?" another guy whose name you don't remember right now asks.
>"Did you already forget what that strip of highway is? Russkis certainly know what it is & no doubt their satellites have shown military activity around it, and they just happen to send attack aircraft in it's general direction using a route that just so happens to put some obstacles between them and a radar station?" you ask back, he takes a moment to think
>"...point taken" he finally replies.

>>31729500
>>31729521
no nukes, just plain old exploding Russki jets

>>31729490
Oh boy, escalation inbound.

>>31723640
I'm doing it... I'm publishing a novel... it's finally happening...

>>31728445
>>31728454

Don't worry m8 ill take care of it

>>31729582
What's it about?

>>31729661
Zombie survival. More emphasis on survival than the zombies. Main character has a No.4 Lee Enfield, involves a female character that's a feminist who ultimately basically gets raped but ends up essentially mostly changing her ways by the end of the novel. Pretty much an ex-feminist, no longer a man-hater.

... I don't want to be too specific.

>>31729508
Just the mention of her name, and the man drilling into your chest does his best to reach your spine. You look over to the heavily reclined passengers seat. You cant actually see much of her for all blood and bandages. Tears are slowly making their way down your cheeks. You are afraid

"i think we stopped the bleeding, but she's lost a lot of blood"

When Lily fell, hey eyebrow hit the charging handle of the gun, creating a small fountain of blood. Under normal circumstances, this would have been a relatively easy thing to fix, but it was different this time. First of, Lily's heart rate and blood pressure was very high due to the previous argument. None of you were really trained for any sort of medical works, other than these first aid classes. More so, you were being attacked. Just as one was killed, another appeared. You just couldn't tend to Lily until a few minutes later, and by that time she has soaked herself and the gravel she was lying in in blood.

¤ When she wakes up...

Did she pause for effect of for looking up the right words?

¤ There is one thing you must do, It is very important
"I'm listening"
¤ You must be honest. Not to her, but to yourself. That is all. Do you understand?
"Sure, i got it"
¤ Also, drink and chocolate. Over and out

Your shaking hand returns the radio to its mounting. You find yourself not knowing of Lily still is alive or not. You can't hear any breathing. You can't see any any movement on her chest, but that is all due to the light and sound conditions inside the car. This is what you tell yourself at least. Not two minutes ago, Natalya told you not to lie to yourself. Sad truth is, sometimes that is the simplest thing to do.

more times by. The sun rises, and shines directly into your back. Lily hasn't moves for several hours now. But now that it is light enough to see if she is breathing or not, you don't even dare to look. Because if you did, and her chest wasn't moving...

The man with the drill is at it again

>>31729548
>In the morning the company commander briefs the company about what happened, a formation of attack planes were flying near the edge of Finnish airspace and as they penetrated the airspace they flew over a Navy fast attack craft & apparently two of them decided it was too good a chance to pass up and engaged.
>The boat managed to shoot down the missiles fired at it before firing its own anti-air missiles at the attackers, shooting both of them down, the other two proceeded inland and were shot down by a pair of Hornets. It seems at least one of the two pilots managed to eject & the search for him is underway, the first platoon will be taking part in the search while the rest of the company continues on the current task until further notice.
>"Wait, the Navy fired missiles at planes the Hornets had been dispatched to intercept?" someone asks.
>"The Navy's air defence hasn't been integrated into the joint systems of the Army and the Air Force", captain says and continues
>"maybe after this they'll think about speeding it up a bit."
>"Is there any word on any other attacks? Surely Russkis wouldn't send jut four planes to attack one target and then just let the enemy take the initiative?" Someone asks, others nod in agreement; things are too quiet.
>"Nothing so far, it seems the planes were from Kaliningrad", the captain says.
>"Wasn't there a news report about the new commander having been transfered there from near the Ukrainian border & how it's suspected he was transfered as a punishment for something the Russians don't want to talk about?" Another guy asks.
>"...Yes, but until we get more information I want you all to refrain from speculating" captain says as he finishes the briefing.

>>31729711
did she accidentally shoot herself or something?

>>31729590
thanks m8
anyway time for more

>>31728543
Dave slowly came to once more, feeling like charbroiled dog shit. His head was pounding. He was nauseated. He tasted his bile in his mouth. He was naked. He looked over and saw Chris beside him, her arms wrapped around him.

"What the fuck happened last night..." he asked to no one in particular.

Despite his lack of clothes, Dave made sure to check her over. There were marks on her throat, bruises turning a slight shade of purple. There were scrapes all over her hands and arms and face, but otherwise, she didn't seem very gravely injured.

He lightly tapped her cheek. "Chris, can you hear me?" That elicited a groan, and Dave decided it might be more prudent to dress himself before attempting to rouse her. He found his clothes nearby and hastily pulled them on. He found his revolver and put it back in its holster. He found a bayonet covered in blood and put it in his pocket. saw the body of Harambe's rapey cousin lying near the mouth of the cave, full of stab wounds, and its eye missing and a portion of the back of its skull blown out. Dave knew he hadn't been the one to do that.

Finally decent, he knelt beside Chris and lifted her torso up a bit, cradling her in his arms. "Hey, Chris... come on, wake up," he said quietly, holding her close.

She stirred again, groaning. "Five more fucking minutes..."

He smirked. He was content to give her that, though he had to get her out of that cave to get away from the stench of rotting flesh. Mustering his strength, he picked her up in a bridal carry, and with careful footing, brought her outside into the brightness of the daylight.

>>31729704
Eh, could be worth a read. I like apocalyptic survival, and zombies are still cool despite the recent saturation of thr zombie market. When's the publish date?

>>31729772
nah, she landed badly when she fell. If you've even seen anyone get wounded by the eyebrow, you know much much that bleeds

Good morning fluffy!

>>31729784

When I was a kid I crashed my bike once and ripped my eyebrow open. Covered half my face in blood. I'm still missing a stripe of eyebrow because it never grew back

>>31729777
Possibly today. Still on the fence as to whether the cover is good, or utter shit. Very simplistic. Makes the title pop, which is what I want. Has 'Dead' in it, so y'know, essentially riding along with the zombie craze that seems to be steadily ramping up.

>>31729777
>recent

>>31729784
oh ok

>>31729772

Chris really wasn't that heavy, especially since most of her gear was probably left behind at the campsite. He set her back down at the mouth of the cave, cradling her again.

She groaned with great displeasure and covered her eyes. "Fuck you, sun..."

Though for Dave, the sunlight did help make the situation more clear. She'd very obviously taken off in a hurry, armed only with a bayonet, likely in pursuit of him. Then she'd fallen down into the cave, and Harambe the Bigfoot had tried to strangle her to death.

That last part was harder to swallow. She nearly died trying to save him. It wasn't just a nebulous threat that could kill them, that they could fight off together, like the other times. He'd been incapacitated, useless. And the creature had almost choked the life out of her, leaving long purple bruises matching the contour of its fingers. And to top it off, he could see from her cheeks that she'd been crying.

This wasn't supposed to be how it worked, was it? Wasn't he supposed to be the one risking his neck (quite literally) to save her?

She started to sit up by herself, taking her hand off her eyes, but still squinting in the brightness. It gave her the appearance of being royally pissed off, but even so she managed a smirk. "You know, I was running across half the state looking for your ass..."

"Heh... I can sorta tell... was that your handiwork back in the cave?" his voice was trembling a bit, but he tried to hide it.

"Mhm. Made sure the fucker won't ever get back up." She had slipped back into her old round-around-the-edges attitude by now. And she was much better at hiding her emotions than he was.

Dave nodded slightly. "Good... nice job... he, uh... looks like he gave you a hell of a fight..."

She just shrugged, and felt at her throat. "You saw what he looked like, so take from that what you will." She slowly climbed to her feet, gritting her teeth and exhaling through her nose.

>>31729848
I guess it was like 10 years ago when it got out of control. But it only ended a little while ago. Or at least it feels like nobody is doing those retarded zombie guns anymore. Z-Max bullets are even cheaper than the V-Max around here.

>>31729848
"Are you alright?" Dave asked, standing up with her, an arm around her shoulder.

She brushed him off. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fucking fine. Just really goddamn sore." She stretched her legs several times, but it didn't help much. "Hey, do you have your GPS unit?"

"Yeah, I-"

"Good, then go ahead and mark our coordinates so we can hand them off to Farmer Brown, unless you feel like decapitating Mister Grassman back there and bringing in the head for the bounty."

He nodded and recorded their location, then slipped the little unit back into his pocket and returned to her side. She was popping a crick out of her back, and groaned with pleasure when it cracked.

"So, uh," Dave started. "You called it a Grassman?"

"Yeah, Ohio Grassman, the bigfoot variety in this region?"

"There are varieties of bigfoots?"

"Yeah, it's like... you know, fuck it, doesn't matter. Let's just head back to camp, get our reward, go home. Sound good?"

"Yeah, I... sounds good."

Chris followed her through the forest in silence, not really sure of what to say. It wasn't a comfortable silence like the night before. And it made him feel more and more like a useless piece of shit.

Nightfall.

The pair returned to the farmhouse of Jackie the /k/ommando. Dave knocked on the door.

"Think he's still awake-"

They were suddenly blinded by floodlights coming on all around them, and Dave was knocked back as the door was kicked open. Jackie came out, his AR-15 at the ready, before realizing the dazed and confused people knocking on his door were, in fact, not ATF agents sent to shoot his pupper. "Whoops, sorry guys, nearly ventilated ya!"

"You fucking asshole, you nearly made me shit myself!" cried Chris.

"I said I'm sorry. Now, what about the big furry nigger? Did you get it?"

"Yeah, we'd tell you all about it if you turned the fucking floodlights off!"

Jackie hit a light switch and watched the pair rub their eyes. "Man, you guys look like boiled shit."

"Right back at you, old man."

>>31729711

>Lily left on the ground bleeding out while the xenos attacked

Please no
save Lily

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>>31726438
>>31726481
>>31726532
>>31726577
>>31726618
I'd say Glaceon and Sylveon explain how I feel about your fic so far.

Also, like the idea that a human and a gun don't really form a special bond until the gun is used for its purpose outside of being a range toy or something to collect

>>31729886
Z-Max is just neon green V-Max anyways.

>>31729925
A quick summary of events followed over some well-earned glasses of vodka, and the pair passed off the coordinates to Jackie in case he wanted to have proof of their account. He seemed content to take them at their word, however. Elated at the news that his land was now free from cow and goat burgling gorillas, he took a celebratory photo with them to post on /k/ later. His crazed smile contrasted heavily with their scowls.

"Now, I wanna thank ya guys for all your efforts, but, I can't exactly afford to pay you. In cash, at least. But what I can do..."

An hour later, Dave and Chris were back on the road, the trunk of the stationwagon loaded down with a dozen large jugs filled with homemade vodka.

Dave was driving, and Chris was sleeping in the passenger's seat. Her face was illuminated every so often as they passed under streetlamps, and Dave couldn't help but look over at her. She wasn't sleeping very peacefully. She making facial expressions and shifting her position, as if she was in a very vivid dream. Something was bothering her, enough to give her a nightmare of some sort. But he wasn't going to ask her about it. One thing he'd learned about her early on, was that she was extremely cagey. She wasn't going to tell him, and any attempt to push the subject would earn him a punch to the nuts. So he just put it out of his mind.

He let out a solemn sigh, and just focused on the road, and the drive back home to Michigan.

>end casefile 4

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Alright fellow /k/ommandos, it's time for me to go. I've filled up the tank and am ready to leave my world for a while. I'll return in a few days.
>pic related: just incase I wrap myself under an 18-wheeler and they show my picture on the news

>>31729133
Rotten luck m8. Maybe it'll turn around for ya!

>>31729999
Ended case four quads. Nice!

>>31727428
Anytime!

>>31730122
see you PTRfag, have a safe trip

>>31729999
checked 'em

>>31729741
>Today it's yet again guarding the bridge, only this time you all put on the flak vests before you get in the car knowing full well it's going to be cramped inside, you pick up four LAWs (M72A5 you think the designation for this version was) just in case.
>The second FO team is also coming, though they'll set up a check point on a smaller bridge to stop civilian traffic from approaching the highway base, from now on civilians have no business getting anywhere near it.
>Both of your teams borrow GPMGs from the 1st platoon as they won't be needing them on a search for a downed pilot & you may find yourselves in need of more firepower than your five assault rifles can provide.
>Back at the bridge you are once again tasked with staying with the car & watching the radio, on the way to the bridge you discussed the fact thatyou probably won't be able to get lunch from the field kitchen & as such you were tasked with getting everyone soemthing from a burger joint nearby, you wrote everyone's orders down when you arrived so as lunch time approaches you drive to the burger place to get the order you called in beforehand.
>People inside are looking at you with curiosity as you are still in full kit. You walk to the counter & ask about your order, the employee says it'll be ready in a moment, so you decide to pay while the rest of the food is being prepared.

>>31730122
Stay alive man and safe travels.

>>31729999
Quads for case end. Nice.

>>31729967
Exactly. They're overstocked on the stuff. The M96 was a huge fan of it.

>>31730122
Thanks, and good luck on your trip. Hope it does you good.

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>>31730274

>>31730122

Drive safe! If you end up dead I'll kick your ass.

>>31730274
Is this gonna turn into a cute raifu pops up moment or is shit about to hit the fan hard?

>>31730399
who knows?

Looks like I'll be able to start casefile 5 while in class

I have an idea of where I want to go with the story, but any suggestions?

Also, feedback? How do you like it so far?

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>>31730580
your stuff is great, because of all these stories, it's easily the most /k/ one. The people are rough, dirty unshaven and have foul mouth.

>>31730580
your good m8 i'm liking your story and the fact that's what would happen if /k/ made a hunting agency

>>31730274
>Just as you are about to pay Riikka shows up, demanding:
>"Did you get anything for me? What did you get for me? Is it a cheeseburger combo? How many burgers did you order on top of that? I want three!"
>"...Add one cheeseburger combo & another two cheeseburgers to that" you say
>"Three!" Riikka demands
>"...three cheeseburgers on top of the combo"
>The people around are now all watching you and Riikka, who's wearing the old M91 uniform so that you and your company can immediately tell waffengeists apart from the few women in the company.
>All these people see is a young woman in an older uniform & no rank insignia causing a ruckus & making demands to a corporal, so you can't wait to get your food and get the hell out before something happens.
>Just as the employee is handing you your food you hear number three on your "list of things I don't want to hear right now":
>"Military police! keep your hands where I can see them and turn around slowly", you follow the commands and see two conscript MPs with rifles at low ready.
>"Show me your identification!" the senior of the two, lance corporal, demands.
>"It's in my sleeve pocket" you say as you reach to take it out and show it to the MPs, satisfied with your papers the lance corporal now moves on to Riikka
>"And now you, show me your ID!"
>"She doesn't have one, being a waffengeist and all" you interject, hoping the lance corporal has heard of them & either knows they exist or the very least is willing to believe you, no such luck.
>"What's a waffengeist?" he asks, puzzled.
>"Show him" you say to Riikka & she disappears her human form.
>"Wh-what was that?" both MPs are startled.
>"Waffengeists are firearms with spirits, most people don't believe they exist, but after seeing 20 just this morning I am strongly of the opinion that they in fact do exist." You say hoping your brief explanation will be enough for them to let you go before the food gets cold & Riikka gets pissed.
>"...I'd better call this in."

>>31730580
I really like it so far. Maybe some more character development between the two, or meeting some more /k/ommandos but not necessarily having them join the duo for good.

As for new case ideas, how about some shit in the tunnels under Detroit or Chicago?

>>31730619
Yes, an adorable waffegeist moment and some drama.

>>31730580
It's damn good so far man. The jokes and general situations gel like things that would actually happen when k makes a spoop hunting company.

>>31730619
>showing her change to rifle form
>infront of already flabbergasted customers

Also anons, beginning to feel a little losing steam with Serial 1. It felt that the storyline is too dragging for me now.

Guys
Garlic salt doesn't go well with rabbit lungs
Just so you don't have to find out on your own.

>>31730619
>You have no time for this & this guy doesn't seem like "shoot first, send flowers later" -kind of guy, so you take the chance.
>"Lance corporal, you saw my papers, is there a problem with them?" you ask.
>"No, but that's-" the lance corporal says as you interrupt him:
>"You will address me as "sir", now listen lance corporal, I have here food for five very hungry, very armed soldiers plus one waffengeist who get's cranky whe she's hungry, you are welcome to follow me to where the rest of my team is waiting for this food, but you will not be keeping me here until your commanding officer arrives from God knows where to take a look at my ID, ask a couple questions and berate you for wasting his time with pointless shit like this, now get out of my way!" you say as you walk past him.
>The MPs, apparently deciding to take you up on your offer to settle things out in another location, are following you. You get in your car, they get in their van, and you lead them to the bridge where the others are already waiting.
>After some back and forth between you, your team leader and the MPs the MP lance corporal decides that after all this doesn't require his superiors' attention and they leave, allowing you and your team to finally have some lunch.
>Riikka seems to be holding back, possibly feeling guilty over the mess with the MPs, though the guilt doesn't seem to have an effect on her appetite as she finishes her pile of cheeseburgers in a record time before piflering your fries as she has already eaten her's.
>The rest of the team look at the two of you in astonishment.
>"Is she powered by a black hole or something?" asks the signals NCO, directing his question at you.
>"I've wondered that myself, so far I haven't found the answer." You reply as you try to recover a couple of fries, but Riikka is faster than you are and finishes the fries, except for one which she places between her lips and looks at you as if saying "your move."

>>31730722
Mate, you need to try rabbit boudin

>>31730799
Uh, thatd be a pain to make
but i have tried boudin.
Just dont add garlic salt to rabbit lung stew, s'all im saying.

Your mind wander off again. What if this was the end of the line? You cased this, not Lily. She was insecure about her feelings, and if they were answered or not. A simple yes, a witty comment or anything would have been enough. But you didn't. And you ended your rambling with telling her you would leave her. And if there was one thing she was afraid of, it was being left alone. Especially not being with you. You might have implied that you were going away, she might have misunderstood you as well, she might-

>A-anon are you there?

Her sudden words kicks you off the train of though, and seemingly sending you into a rock. It's amazing how just a few words that don't really mean anything can have such an effect on someone. Some of the rear is blown away similar to a small car behind a 747 at take off.

"I'm right here Lily, no need to worry"
>I can't see anything...

Right, Lily's face is mostly covered in bandages and while you tried to put some effort into it, you might have covered up her eyes

>I can't see anything, am i bl-
"shhh, it's just band aids. You hit your head when you fell and were bleeding a lot, don't get them off, i don't want more blood on my seats"

Risky to try a joke here. But you extend your arm towards her and grab her hand, just to make sure you're there. She quickly finds it and grabs a hold it with both her hands

>i-i thought you were going to-
"No"

Her grip around your hand tightens

>i thought you we-
"Stop it. I'm not leaving you. I did promise, didn't I?
>b-but you said
"Come on, lets drop it. What about this for he rest of the trip, you lie down and tell me what you wanted to say earlier, and i'll feed you with sweets or something. Or you can sleep if you want to"

She takes a deep breath, as if she wants to say something... heavy?

"Oh, and i almost forgot about the commitment bit. I am. I just thought it was a little strange that you would have to ask"
>so we are together now?
"we've been that for a while"

>>31730122
Happy hunting, and don't get lost or disappear, otherwise I'll go and hunt you down myself :p

>>31730840
Oh thank God she is ok

>>31730619
>>31730783

Finnish LCpls are more by the book than Marine Corps LCpls, it seems. Then again they are MPs, and nobody likes MPs.

>>31730840
>Lily lives

You and your cliffhangers. I was worried

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sorry i've been out, but shit has been fucked over here for a while. Just want you guys to know i'm not visiting any bridges

>>31730918
No problem

>>31730918
glad to hear it, but how bad are things?

>>31730902
>Finnish LCpls are more by the book than Marine Corps LCpls, it seems. Then again they are MPs, and nobody likes MPs.
conscripts are certainly more by the book than reservists because they get chewed out by their superiors for far less than reservists do.

>>31730783
>french fry pocky game
L-Lewd.

Work sucks. I want to write about lady guns more.

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>fluffy has cancer
>writing about a Lily who cant see

i dunno guys but this smells a little Katawa shoujo mk II to me

>>31731031
D-dont say such ridiculous things... baka.

>>31731031
I just realized how much artwork I have to do.... From all the pastebins that described the characters followed by the /wfg/ family memes.

>>31731031
even, better, i forgot there is a burn victim involved too

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>>31730122
>Driving while handling the phone
ISHIGGDT. Also, your image was wonky, here's a mini fix, even tho you probably aren't reading this or are online at all

>>31730702
I like itanon, but you do you

>>31731106
A E S T H E T I C
>>31731031
Lilly is best cripple.
>Fluffy has cancer.
Well shit. That sucks. Lost a lot of people to it already. Is it a serious case?

>>31731031

Is there a one handed heroine around here somewhere? Miki best girl after all

>>31730918

hugs

>>31730966

That makes sense, then.

>>31731031

You shush. Fluffy will win, mark my words.

>>31731150
Lily is best girl, yes. That scene is the hospital had me close to crying like a little bitch

>>31731153
see above

>>31731169

You're entitled to your opinion and I'm entitled to think your opinion is wrong. As are you

>>31731031
>>31731051
>>31731150
It's unconfirmed, she's still going through her diagnosis last I recall. Doctor's initial diagnosis was either Mallory-Weiss Stomach Cancer (She already kicked cervical cancer's ass already)
>>31731159
>You shush. Fluffy will win, mark my words.
This. If my mother can survive Non Hodgkin's Lymphoma, the fluff will survive.

>>31731252
>Doctor's initial diagnosis was either Mallory-Weiss OR Stomach Cancer (She already kicked cervical cancer's ass already)
Just fuck my typing up

>>31731150
>he doesn't want to tease hanako
No taste man.

>>31730918
No bridges and no ending shit man. You got us here if you need us.

>>31731252
If fluffy can fuck up a home invader, she's got cancer on lock.

>>31731273
>home invader
She went outside to fuck up a car jacker., with a pan, and she did a good slam on the back of his head.

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>>31730122
>mfw he looks like keanu reaves?

>>31731169
Wasnt as much of a feel trip for me as it was a comfy route. Emi hit me really hard. Also kinda got my ass running into shape.
>>31731252
Damn, I wish for the best outcome. Cancer is popping up everywhere it seems. Grandfather on my dad's side died 6 years ago from prostate cancer, grandmother on the other side died from brain cancer immediately after surviving lung cancer. Currently my dad has CML, which is under control by daily medication.
>>31731266
Hanako is a good girl, but not for teasing. More for reading a book with while lap pillowing her.

>>31730580
More character development/interactions!

>>31731333
The trips of trips demand this

So /wfg/ is just fluffy defence force now or what?

>>31731545
>So /wfg/ is just fluffy defence force now or what?
No. Don't mention it again

>>31731545

You say that like it's a bad thing.

Can't we be writefagging AND fluffy defense force?

>>31731634
>AND fluffy defense force?
Leave that to private matters, the last thing I want is having the police on my ass

>>31731634

>tfw you try to keep writfagging but life is keeping you so busy every time you turn your computer back on there is a new /wfg/ always up. Sometimes two

>>31731109
Well...might just continue for the next few days, just to see how Amelia, Bill, and anon fares.

>>31730595
>>31730616
>>31730631
>>31730668
>>31731333
thanks guys, I'm glad I was able to make characters that felt somewhat "real"

don't worry, I'll try to put more character development and guest /k/ommandos into the story

maybe I should have the next chapter just be them taking some time off? also, regarding sewer tunnels, doesn't the detroit dwarf live in them?

>>31731677
/k/ommandos vs wild international when?

>removing spoop one nation at a time
>in a derelict yacht they bought from a kommando for two crates of nugget food
>remove aswang with dual RIA 1911s
>remove yeti with Bira gun pulled out from a monastery basement

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>>31731290
I do not pay enough attention.

>>31731325
That sounds comfy as hell.

>>31731545
It's both. We can do both.

>>31731659
We could probably slow it down a bit. I'll start shit posting less.

>>31731677
Time off possibly, trying to think of a minor situation that could occur to be entertaining, but still allow for a lot of character development.

>>31731718
>It's both. We can do both.
I advise against this, considering that one slip of the word and a potential doxxing could get me arrested (Not from what is being planned but also from past things). Like I said, keep it at private matters and secured connections. I say this as the thread artist

>>31731718
maybe car trouble? since the station wagon is old and shitty?

>>31731863
Casefile 4.5: downtime, and banter or comfy moment. >>31731863

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>>31731545
>>31731634
>>31731718
>>31731718

lets not go down that road, lads, the creepy weird path.
>we're still wfg and i got the feeling that we're getting away with the op image and the title not raising to many eyebrows
>>31731863
Dave trying to convince Chris to buy a new car?

>>31731863

>car trouble
>limp into small town
>only one auto parts store
>try to fix car in parking lot
>reasons why it fails
>have to spend night in town
>no motels or hotels
>have to sleep in wagon

That one's on the house ;)

>>31732036
This. There are reasons why trips and namefags stop being trips and namefags. Plus, if you keep it up, you'll compromise the deliveryman, the apothecary, and the hawk.

>>31732071

You have a valid point. My apologies.

So, /wfg/. I wrote a thing.

I'm not sure if I'll do anything with it, but I thought I would post it here and let you all tell me if you would like me to either write more, or delete Word and never inflict such things upon the world again.

http://pastebin.com/PT0rZvq2

>>31732115
>or delete Word and never inflict such things upon the world again.
You say that like you're making a deal with the mafia

Why in the fuck is this a general here?

>>31732210
Nigga this has always been a general, you just now noticed it?

>>31732210
Because /ak/ got mad when their RWBY dumps were interrupted with raifu stories.

>>31732115
I like it

>>31732238
>/ak/ got mad when their RWBY dumps were interrupted with raifu stories.
/wfg/ was already here before writefagging started to kick up in /ak/ and no, RWBY posting had nothing to do with it. Rather, it was the same faggots that were reeing at image dumps

>>31732210
it's a general for the same reason you love BBC

Any archivist mind taking care of the 1898 story I pulled, a few posters on /ak/ were asking about it?
I managed to dig it out of desuarchive and past a word doc to email over

OP here, man, these move so fast that I can barely keep up

what have I created

what have I done