/wfg/ - Writefag General - "Tactical Headpats" Edition

>>31744258

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

ATannie (ongoing)
>Anon gets an AT random Mischief ensues
>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 (ongoing)
>Some 40k related writefaggotry
http://pastebin.com/Jy6K92kt

Stories by Anons
>It's about /k/ommandos removing supernatural kebab in the dark ages
http://pastebin.com/43gfWSPf
>Some poetry
http://pastebin.com/rJEfGKRf
http://pastebin.com/BErbeUTY
>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
>Untiled
http://pastebin.com/PT0rZvq2
>Feisty Muzzleloaders
http://pastebin.com/WJnSYPYv

>>31744289
HiPointHomie (ongoing)
>Anon gets a HiPoint carbine
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

kragfag (ongoing)[give me a better subtile]
>anon finds that a Mongolian knitting board was right
http://pastebin.com/D6ZFXMz3

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

PTRfag
>Light My Fire
http://pastebin.com/JY3jiKq4
>NOT CANNON 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)
>/k/ommandos vs wild
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 (ongoing)
http://pastebin.com/QMbRQpVL
http://pastebin.com/LRS2ZBrC


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/98XiGE6z

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 (missing part
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

>>31744329
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, and happy writefagging.

/k/omando vs wild is updated

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>>31744289
Pic related is the missing part 1 from ATannie's story.

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>>31744365
Pic related is the missing part from the missing part 1 of ATannie's story.

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Pic related is the story by Mosinwritefag, not included in the sticky.

So I'm writing a story about a Yugo SKS, and was wondering how she would differ from a Russian one.

Wasn't there a pastebin of what features/parts correspond to what body parts with the rifle-girl transformation?

>>31744361
Posting the polybus pastebin in case I die in my sleep and cannot renew the /wfg/ when it hits bump limit.

Please ensure proper formatting.

>>31744365
>>31744374
ffs, you'd save space if you just pastebinned it already.

>>31744404
And I'm an idiot who forgot to attach the link.

http://pastebin.com/5yG5C9ek

>>31744405
m8 they are to long as in 1000 characters long and we're updating others writefags 'bin
>and we're doing this for free

shout out to fluffy, you deranged faggot

>>31744405
Contain the calamity that is your mammaries.

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>>31744460
i'm afraid i'm a bit stuck right now. Doing silly tank games for inspiration

>tfw most likely over 1300 hours by now

>>31744460

be nice to fluffy. you never know when her kill-crazy sister is watching.

>>31744539
You play world of tanks, fluffy? Or war thunder?

>>31744549
Would you be surprised if i said both?

britbong cryptid hunters by 10/22

http://pastebin.com/MbLPbE27

>>31744575

>tfw you can't play WoT with onee-chan because you're on NA servers

>>31744575
>>31744658
>NA servers as well

Maybe platoon action with the imouto would suffice

>>31744575
>Inb4 you're the person that admins that one small tank-themed fb page

>>31744658
>tfw cant play with imouto

life is suffering

>>31744705
Insurgency is still probably on the table

>>31744658
>>31744705
Check if you can select servers if so make a new account.

>>31744399
>Wasn't there a pastebin of what features/parts correspond to what body parts with the rifle-girl transformation?
I have a simplified version copypasta. It is for reference:
>Barrel: Hair (Barrel length associates with hair length)

>Sights: Eyes (Vision can be enhanced with optics, use of reflex and holographic sights aid with faster target acquisition

>Handguard: Breasts (Top weight distribution and handguard size influence breast size)

>Magwell: Vagina

>Upper Reciever: Upper Body

>Lower Reciever: Lower body

>Stock: Underpants

>Trigger Assembly: Part of her voog, associates with sensual organs

>Bolt carrier group assembly: The Head, also where memories are located

>Chamber: Mouth

>Height: overall rifle length

>Weight: overall rifle weight

The more complex document for tiny tidbits is here, that I collaborated with Greens:
>https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-3ExKGdwY4DWSw96i5XGs4JHsGoCplI5M5Rhk2DhYiE/mobilebasic#cmnt_ref2

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>>31744752
>New account

ehhh, i dunno, i've spent quite a lot of time on mine...

Well so long as everyone is writing and no one has anything to post ATM, you guys wanna talk books?

>>31744787
>I know that feel

>>31744773
Thanks a ton fampai

I think a lot of anons missed last thread that all three of these were the same story:
>>31743188
>>31743223
>>31743912

>>31744808
I really need to get the original Starship Troppers book.
What else should I look for on amazon?

>>31744808
Well, I know I'm drawing something up from last thread. It's in hold, but it'll be worked once I arrive home [nospoilerson/k/]after I finish work at home[/nospoilerson/k/]. I've been thinkig about drawing the describe characters of the books as well, followed by drawing up the family maymay that is the house of /wfg/.

>>31744808
been readingthe glry in the trenches trenches

>>31744828
i'm making the 'bin

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>>31744808
Anyone else read "The Great Game" by Peter Hopkirk?

It's about the cold war from 1830~1900 between Great Britain and Imperialist Russia over Central Asia. It reads more of an adventure novel sometimes; each chapter following a different person from the 3rd person perspective as both powers set out to "fill in the map" between Russia and British India. Tons of spying, slutherly, proxy wars, political dickey, etc.

I found it really fascinating as it describes a little known region about a little studied time in history.

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>>31744705
;-;

>>31744787

I haven't played in a long time
>tfw friends quit playing
>tfw matches with randoms suck

I'm okay with switching to EU servers for onee-chan

>>31744829
You should read Fireforce (Rhodie Bushwar) and The Red Gambit series, it covers a hypotheticL situation when Britain and America launch Operation Unthinkable against the Soviets after the end of WWIII

>>31744829
American gods buy Neil Gaiman was pretty dope.
I also like the discworld series by Terry Pratchett
Tom Clancy besides the OP center subseries was my bag.
Though if you are a real operator type /k/ommando, you'll spring for any Laura Ingalls Wilder book.

>>31744875
>WWIII
Meant WWII

>>31744641

why did you pastebin that

>>31744897
>why not

No seriusly m8, if you want me to take it down i will do it

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>>31744874
we're doing that now?

also, i've recently read the novel "Kirov"

It's like that movie with the time traveling aircraft carrier, but with more slavs. Decent overall

>>31744908
>time traveling aircraft carrier
Ah yes, the Final Countdown, where he USS Nimitz is sent to Pearl Harbor

>>31744902

Don't take it down. I just thought it was funny that it was pastebinned

>>31744908
>tfw onee-chan's e-peen is 9x bigger than yours
okay, switching to EU server

I remember that time traveling aircraft carrier movie. It wasn't bad.

>>31744258

>The SEAL rolled from sandbag to sandbag, deftly evading under the enemy's suppression fire. "Fucking Muslims," he muttered in frustration, whilst yanking the charging handle on his M4. As the adrenaline pulsed throughout his head, time seemed to slow down, and it was at this moment he swore he could make out a weak sound underneath all the gunfire. It seemed like it was coming from the nearby building... it sounded like a little girl's crying!
>Signalling to his unit, the SEAL broke away from the barricade with several others and charged the building. Kicking down the door, they quickly took out two armed assailants and began to clear the room. All the while, he kept an eye out for the source of the crying. They blazed through the lower floors without issue, and finally the SEAL made the determination that the crying sound must be coming from the upper floor.
>The party went up the stairs, carefully stepping over a tripwire in the process. The upper floor was small and, after clearing the majority of the rooms, they finally found a little girl crying in one of the remaining, unsecured rooms, sitting in front of the adjacent window. When she looked at the burly men holding guns, they knew the amount of time they had to act was limited.
>"Go, go, go!" shouted the squad leader. They all charged into the room, closely following one another. One of the SEALS broke off to the right, putting a salvo of rounds through the closet door and killing two, while another leapt onto the bed and repeatedly plunged their knife into the bulging covers. The dying screams of the radical, Islamic terrorists would've been enough to disturb anyone, and this was apparent by the tears welling up in the little maiden's large eyes.

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another 'bin

howa arrives
>i don't know how to name this give me a better name
http://pastebin.com/DYZ1A0Yx

>>31744908

okay

"1022imouto" on WoT EU, on server 1 right now

more Riikka
>>31734429

>After lunch you return to your duties watching the vehicle & the radio while the rest of the team guard the bridge, as it starts getting dark Riikka, who as usual has kept you company, tenses up.
>"Anon, look, someone's approaching" she says and points at a man in cammies approaching, he's wearing the appropriate gear, but something about him seems off.
>As he approaches you routinely check his left sleeve to check for his service, unit and branch color when you realize that your gut feeling was right: The flag, the unit insignia and the training patch which only conscripts wear are all subdued, FDF doesn't issue those in subdued colors, in fact their use is, strictly speaking, forbidden to prevent civilians from using the subdued patches sold by certain companies to impersonate military personnel.
>You take a closer look at his face and notice he seems to be in his thirties, meaning he has no business wearing a training patch, subdued or not. You shift your focus on his rifle, Rk 95 or the civilian version M92S, and notice it has non-standard optics mounted, and on your second look you notice the rifle is actually a modified Galil.
>"Stop! Defence Forces!" you shout as you raise rifle-Riikka to low ready, flip the selector to single shot and pull the charging handle before taking aim.
>The man reacts but doesn't comply with your command to stop, so you repeat the command:
>"Stop! Defence Forces! I am pointing at you with a loaded weapon!" you shout as you drop on to your knee for a steadier aim. The man keeps approaching.
>"Stop! This is your last warning!" you shout, hoping he complies, instead he starts raising his rifle & your training takes over; double shot to the chest and one to the head.
>By now your team leader and FO -NCO's assistant who were already coming to see what the commotion is about are running, upon seeing the man lying on the ground your team leader orders the other guy to cover the two of you as you approach the body.

>>31744908
Hey JT, what do you make of the Arena system?

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>>31745094
i kinda want to see the face of your opponents if thats your name m8
>pics or it didn't happen
>mfw i'm almost tempted to make an account and see for myself

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>>31744773
Thanks man, been looming for that doc for a while now.
Have a pupper.

>>31744863
Already got one made man.
http://pastebin.com/5StKUQ9k

>>31745214
i'll add it

>>31745164
i am more into old tanks really. But arena is that russian self defence thing, no?

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>>31745206

if you don't believe me ask onee-chan, she already added me.

>>31745256
Yer a madman m8
>its real

>>31745252
>>31745256
>tfw helping unite onee-chans and imoutos to panzer vor
I like this feel

>>31745004

>"Wet works incoming!" shouted the fourth SEAL, quickly realizing the situation and indicating that there was no more time left to lose.
>The squad leader made a mad dash for her position, thinking of nothing but the need to quell her pain. As he did, however, he was ambushed by another insurgent that had emerged from under the bed to ambush him with a long, curved knife! Thinking fast, he quickly dodged under his attack and sprung forward off his hands to secure the girl, while the remaining SEAL followed him up and put a hole in the insurgent's head.
>As he flew toward the helpless girl, arm outstretched, he realized he'd made a fatal miscalculation: The wall behind her was broken.
>Catching the girl in his arms, he slammed into the wall with all his forward momentum, easily busting through it and sending them both tumbling into a free-fall. As they sank through the air to the lower floor, the little girl clung to his chest and wept in his arms.
>"It's okay," he said, tactically patting her head as he gracefully tumbled through the air to evade enemy sniper-fire. "It's all daijobu now."
>"Onii-chan... arigatou."
>With that, they made their landing onto a, fortunately soft, pile of refuse located in a large metal dumpster. Having defied all odds, the duo were completely unharmed save for a few minor scrapes, and the small girl no longer crying, but smiling and clutching her "big brother's" uniform.
>"It would be safest if we waited in here for awhile, little one. There's still fighting going on outside," he reassured her. It would be best if the enemy thought they were dead, than try to scout the situation and risk having a grenade lobbed into the dumpster.
>Soon, however, she was not satisfied with mere headpats.
>"Onii-chan... I am feeling really tingly down there..." whispered the amorous child into the ear of the grizzled SEAL.

>>31745275

I don't think this is going to be daijobu...

>>31745252
>russian self defence thing
>tfw no arena system CC permit
But yeah it's the APS for the T-90

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>>31745275
It's all daijobu alright

>>31745275
>tactically patting her head as he tumbled through the air to avoid sniper fire

Kek

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>>31745330
>walking home late
>get approached by group of dindus
>"ayy you have smokes?"
>doppler radar immediately detects them and a defensive rocket is fired at the group, blowing it to smithereens
>completely deaf and covered in blood
>oddly aroused

One day...

>>31745097
>Your team leader secures the suspicious man's weapon while you check for pulse, you find none, so next you switch on the head lamp you put on your helmet and point it at his eyes and the away, no change.
>"He's dead" you say, feeling strangely detached as you take note of the fact that the man's helmet had come off, exposing the exit wound which seems to be about the size of an Australian 50-cent coin.
>"That's a pretty safe bet considering the size of the exit wound", your team leader notes as the two of you take a closer look at the man's rifle, seeing it up close you realize your day just got a whole lot worse.
>"A fucking airsoft gun" you mutter in disbelief. What the fuck was this man thinking, dressing up as a soldier & approaching an armed sentry, disregarding any commands given to him & even pointing this toy at the sentry?
>You just stand there, frozen, while your team leader searches the man's pockets, finding a wallet and a cell phone, a basic model without a touch screen, so there's a good chance you'll be able to open the key lock without a PIN -code, and sure enough within seconds your team leader has the phone unlocked & is browsing through the contact list.
>He spots a number labeled "ICE", which usually stands for emergency contact. He checks the wallet for an ID & gestures to the FO -NCO's assistant to take you to the car before calling the company commander.
>You quit smoking half a year ago, but right now you could kill for a cigarette (you are shaken enough that you can't even spot the irony of that thought), and sensing your thoughts the lance corporal pulls out a pack of reds and a lighter.
>As you are about to light your second cigarette your team leader comes back, saying:
>"I called the commander, then the emergency contact, the man was mentally challenged & under custody of his parents, apparently airsoft was his hobby & he snuk out some time during the night with his airsoft gear" he explains.

>>31744361
thanks for being the MVP poly

>casefile 4.5 cont'd

As soon as Chris closed the door to her bedroom, she climbed up onto her bed and vented her frustration by screaming into hernpillow and physically assaulting it.

She got it all out of her system and lay down on her back, massaging her temples and breathing deeply. She tried to put the day out of her mind as she stripped herself back down to her underwear, and crawled under her sheets. It was still rather early, but she didn't care, she felt tired as hell and just wanted a restful sleep.

On the couch, Dave was washing away his worries with the homemade vodka they'd been paid in, pouring shots directly from the taps in the jug. The TV was off now, and instead, he was browsing 4chan on his phone.

He had made the mistake of clicking into /r9k/, and was now trapped in that all too familiar cycle of self-deprecation and
>tfw no gf

He was halfway through the jug of vodka spooning his raifu when he heard a slight commotion coming from Chris's room. He put his phone down and listened closer, and heard her murmuring.

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>>31745275

Under normal circumstances, the SEAL could never fathom defiling such an innocent, small-bodied beauty. That said, this was anything but business as usual: This was a combat situation, and the man had just fallen from at least 30 feet into a dumpster after taking out multiple armed guards and barely avoiding being slashed with a knife. Once he realized that it was likely to be at least a few hours before the fighting concluded, his mind began to race with impure thoughts, which he was powerless to resist because of the adrenaline coursing through his temples. Naturally, his body had a visible reaction... and when she saw it, she gave him a devious smirk.

>"Onii-chan no heeeentai~!"

>With that, she hiked up her skirt, and the SEAL immediately began to panic at what he saw.
>"Uso da!"
>It was a chastity-bomb-belt, and the numbers read "0:00"!

<=[To be continued]=|\|/

>>31745509
wtf anon

>>31745509
Wat

Got motorcycle temps. Now I can ride to the range and pray for the Emperor to take me faster.

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>>31745004
>>31745275
>>31745509

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>>31745452
>Don't check the refrigerator.

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>>31745509

>>31745509

I FUCKING TOLD YOU IT WOULDNT BE DAIJOBU

Guys
In case you were worried
Im americanizing JT
Just introduced her to NSP
She will have the ten gallon hat and SnW .357 by the end of the week.

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>>31745607
Sounds good

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>>31745607

>>31745422
>"During the night?" you ask as you start to connect the dots.
>"Those jets" you say as you light the second cigarette. There's no need to say more; the other two seem to have come to the same conclusion.
>"We'll never know for certain, but that's probably it", your team leader says.
>"Captain is sending his runner to pick you up, a chaplain should be arriving from Armoured brigade in an hour."
>"Chaplain?" You ask, it takes a moment before you understand what he's saying.
>"He'll be visiting the family & afterwards, if you want to talk, he'll be staying with the company for a couple of days", he explains.
>"What about the police, will there be a criminal investigation?" you ask out of curiosity, the fact that you might be charged with manslaughter hasn't sunk in just yet.
>"That remains to be seen, but probably, it would look bad if there's nothing to show to the media once they catch a wind about this."
>"Which reminds me, I'm sorry but I have to strip you of your weapon", he says apologetically. That's when the reality starts to hit with full force.
>Rikka's human form is livid, she might do something stupid if you don't act quickly.
>"Riikka, stop. It's ok, it's just a formality that can't be avoided", you say even though you want to join her in her raging; "no-one's going to separate us", but your rational side manages to suppress these dangerous thoughts, you are in the middle of a minefield, stomping around is the last thing you should do.

>You return to sweet sleep
>Seemingly a second later, the beds is slightly weighed down
>A hand is placed by your ear and a finger slowly strokes your left cheek
Time to wake up now. I've loaded up the car with everything we need
>The first thing you see are those deep blue eyes, her velvet black hair and her warm smile
But first we have to get you dressed
>"i really can a shirt on myself, even if i appreciate your help"
>A few minutes later, you have nearly broken the record for most amounts of weapon in a Toyota hatchback, and set off into the morning sun
>This did however give you the opportunity yo wear you cheap, silver knock off aviators
>You imagine yourself looking a little cooler now
>Annie giggles at you
>You arrive at the range, and just as expected of a saturday before 8 AM (fuck you, Lala) you are completely alone there
>Only Annie goes as she is. There has been a lot of bad things happening lately
>Many are very unhappy about waffengeists, demonizing and blaming them for the violence
>the ATF has had a lot more things to do recently, and while it is still not technically illegal, there is always a loophole to get through, and always some shitty reason for them to take your weapons away from you
>You and Annie are practically spouses now anyway, snd she's not actually been a rifle in weeks
>She was happy being her. She liked her body, being able to see, smell, taste, touch and feel
>this had almost gone to the point where she would suggest getting ammo for the other guns instead of her
>you were really happier as a couple, as strange as that sounded
>Annie like the shoot the other guns aswell, especially the SKS
>at first you thought if that would be considered incest or not, but they are really just firearms at the end of the day
>...right?
>anyway, the day starts with the small calibers, as always
>some 10/22 and mini-14 will do just nicely
>let the plinking commence

>>31745607
How can you fit all that fluffy pat-able hair in a ten gallon hat?

>>31745269
inb4 this turns into GuP 2

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>>31745645
>pic related

>>31745509
https://youtu.be/-Tdu4uKSZ3M

>>31745452
Drunk but still ambulatory, Dave shuffled over to her bedroom door and put his ear to it. He realized she was crying. He stood there for a bit, unsure as to the proper course of action. He'd never been in such a situated before. Alone with a girl in her home while she cried herself to sleep alone in her bed? Completely alien.

He decided he really had nothing to lose, and gently rapped his knuckles against the door.

"Hey, Chris? I just-"

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE COME IN!" she screamed, throwing something heavy at the door for emphasis.

He went back to the couch, sighing heavily and sinking back into the cushion. "Maybe I'm her gay friend," he ceded, going back to his phone and pouring himself another shot.

He eventually succeeded in overpowering his alcohol tolerance around midnight, passing out and snoring loudly.

>>31745607
I didn't know they made Holo in .357 :^)

Alternatively, [Soro no Woto pun]

>>31745714
Heard the whistle in that miss
But nonetheless, a miss

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>>31745710
Poor guy

>>31745607
Update
Am harassing her with pictures of 68 mustang fastbacks
Truly sexy

>>31745633
So riikka snaps and punches someone?

>>31745664
... that would be adorable.

>>31745654
Saying that like its a bad thing mate.

>>31745782
Not the 69. Come one man.

>>31745818
Doesnt really matter 65-70 were the peak

>>31745782

>not 1969 camaros
pleb-tier

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>>31745710

Thanks, had really meant to post this song with my previous post.

[Kaigun SHIIRU no Kimyō na Bōken: Takutikaru Heddopattingu e Yōkoso shall resume after I get back from my LGS.]

>>31745859
Im not saying a choice between the two wouldnt be hard...

>>31745782
>Mustangs
>Not Shelby Cobras

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>>31745884
>>31745859
>>31745782

i'm gonna catch so much flak for this...

some google docs woth of writefaggotry that shokan found

http://pastebin.com/JUuF7HjC

>>31745911
Not bad, but no match

>>31745654
I am now picturing 10/22 excitedly begging to shoot the main gun while JT rides in the turret while /k/oko says no and polybus and archive man pilot and co-pilot.

>>31745911
so much i even forgot my name

>>31745931
Lol

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>>31745921
tfw you arent part of the family

>>31745931
I like BMWs, but it don't got the omph like a Shelby or a Camaros.
>tfw You will never go greater than 150mph in the Autobahn

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>>31745956
We're in the other tank watching 10/22 do pic related
>DRIVE ME CLOSER I WANNA USE MY SWORD

>>31745921
shit m8 if i drived pretty much every body would end knocked out or the tracks fracked

>>31745921
What would we be riding?

>>31745966
Can confirm on Mexican drivers, not like we commonwealth fags are any different

>>31745965
Hmm, we can build the tank brigade of writefags i guess...
We need to specify a range of time for applicable tankery though.

>>31745982
but at least always got the LAV to cover :^)

>>31745992
inb4 Shagohod

>>31746001
yes.
>>31745992
You know, I've been thinking of getting my own tanks once I settle in the US for sure. I just gotta find a nice state for it and save up some investments

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>>31745911

you just activated my trap card

>for a hobby I used to photoshop BMWs and tweet them at BMW USA

>>31745966
>>31745982
>tfw safe driving Tex-Mex
Awkward
>>31745971
Stugg or Leopard? I know very little about tanks.

>>31746032
T-72
10k to buy
...considerably more to ship it over
will help you crew it if you do, you rich bastard

>>31746055
On my defence the heinschel has 10 mm worth of armor, so you would also drive like crazy

>>31745853
Fair enough

>>3174595
I didn't know I was.

>>31745921
Co-pilot is both accurate and giving me too much credit.

>>31746081
>>31746032
Shit, I'd be down to work crew.

>>31746041
Why??

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>>31745859
>>31745911
>>31745782

I don't know what this conversation is but you are all plebes

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>>31746119

everyone needs a hobby. plus I wanted to practice photoshop... and the split grills are dumb.

>>31745633

>Somehow you manage to get Riikka to calm down. When the runner arrives he takes your rifle as you sit in the car & Riikka's human form sits in the back. The runner, "A" from before, has a brief conversation with your team leader before returning to the car and starting the engine.
>"You alright Anon?" he asks as you drive towards the base, he looks worried.
>"I think so, I guess it hasn't completely sinken in yet" you reply as you review the events in your head for umpteenth time; did you have a valid reason to drop the challenge & instead go straight to ordering him to stop? Does it matter whether you challenged him first? Was the act of him raising the rifle enough to justify shooting to kill?
>"...so, what happened? Can you talk about it?" he asks.
>"...I'm not sure, probably not, but long story short; a suspicious man in a uniform approached & didn't follow my commands to stop, then started raising his rifle & I did Mozambique drill" you reply after thinking for a moment.
>"How was he suspicious?" he asks for more details.
>"Wrong patches on his sleeve & a modified Galil for a weapon, no way he was a Finnish soldier" you reply.
>"...I'd done the same" he concludes after a moment.
>You remain silent for the rest of the way. At the base captain debriefs you & tells you to get some rest. Someone from the supply comes to keep firewatch in your team's tent, though his actual job there is probably to keep an eye on you just in case. With nothing better to do you decide to take a nap.
>In the end you end up sleeping until morning, apparently the rest of the team thought it best not to put you on firewatch, which was probably for the best.
>The chaplain comes to see you after breakfast, you talk for an hour or so, after which someone from National Bureau of Investigation interviews you about the yesterday's events. After the interview the brass, along with the chaplain and the inspector, hold a meeting & towards the end of the meeting you are summoned there

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>>31746168
>split grills are dumb

imouto-chan, we're going to have a serious talk about this...

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>>31746055
I always had a hard on for Nashorns. We need one more guy tho, we already got a crew for three
>tfw Chinese surplus chest rig arrived
feels good man

>>31746165
You're really taking shit when you drive a corvair?

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>>31746214

I don't know what this post is trying to convey

>>31746168
>Not liking split grills
>>31746081
>rich
not yet, but I'll get there. I've been searching up on Israeli surplus tanks as as a collector and see what they got there from contact kalia
>>31746205
this

>>31746168
>>31746041
those look awful. i didnt know that bmw's needed those grills until now.

>>31746268
Oj vey jewish surplus of american surplus
Gunner or commander?

>>31746307
I'd take commander. I know I might hit up Armor training in the future once I sign up as an officer

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>>31746399
loader, right?

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CAREFUL everyone.

While fun should be allowed, it gets dangerous when most of the posts are from namefags talking about other namefags.

Please don't ruin another general by turning it into a namefag circlejerk. Names were mainly to be able to tell authors when posting a story anyways; not developing cults of personality.

Please.

>>31746430
Nope, you are europoor, im much closer already.
I get to make goboom and feel it in my prostate
>>31746475
You are sounding like fun police now
WFG wouldnt still be going on if we werent getting to know each other and having fun.

>>31746192
One day to review? Damn that's fast for a military investigation. At the same time, though, makes sense if they want to sweep it under the rug since it'd be a bad distraction against the larger looming threat.

>>31746475
the man is right. i'll keep silent until i have something to write

>>31746399
just as a heads up m8 if you end on a M113 i hope your below 6 ft
>>31746475
trust me m8 we've cut down the worship by a 30%, and also is a slow point on the thread

>>31745710
Chris poked her head out of her room a bit later, after spending several hours tossing and turning, and still being unable to sleep. It didn't help that she was feeling guilty over how she'd dismissed Dave earlier. She knew he was already sleeping, as she could hear him through the door. But she went over to the couch anyway, and sat beside him.

He was sprawled on one side, phone on the floor, the thread on the screen already archived. She picked up his phone and turned it off, placing it next to the empty vodka jug on the coffee table.

She watched him breathe for a while. Each time his chest rose and fell, it was punctuated with a snore. His mouth was half open, and she closed it herself to prevent him from drooling. That had the secondary effect of lowering the volume of his snores, which was rather welcome.

She watched him for a bit longer, before sliding closer to him, until her body was flush with his, and she put her weight against him. One of his arms was draped across his chest, and she lifted it up, putting it over her shoulders, as if he were holding her against him. He was too deep into his drunken sleep to notice, but she felt a little better for it. Made her feel a little less lonely.

He was getting nothing out of it, but she supposed she'd just make it up to him when he woke up.

She put her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, and for the first time in a week, slept peacefully.

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>>31746516
I guess I kinda am. But I've seen this ship sink far too many times. And although it would be fun to join in on WoT EU with everyone; it turns the discussion away from stories and more of a clubhouse.

>>31746524
Thanks, but don't be afraid to namefag if its your story or asking critique/posting about your story. My post wasn't to discourage discussion, but discussion that would ultimately change the meaning of this thread.

>>31746538
If it's for bumps I can understand, but we're still moving at an okay pace right now.
Either way I'm just a poster concerned for the health of these threads; feel free to heed or ignore me.

>>31745509
>"Onii-chan no heeeentai~!"
>With that, she hiked up her skirt, and the SEAL immediately began to panic at what he saw.
>It was a chastity-bomb-belt, and the numbers read "0:00"!
>10/22inanutshell.jpg

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>>31746550
>will never wake up from a depressed drunken stupor to find yourself with a woman in your warms.
Pretty adorable

>>31746597
Perhaps i was too mean there
But it doesnt change anything
Writing is being done, regularly, and fun is being had.
Mods have been through, they have to have, we are safe. And honestly, we have made page one every day for what, a month now?
If anything, theyll just consider making a new board and chasing us there.

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>>31746430
Yes
>>31746516
>Fluffy
>Not being loader
Pic related. You be Gunner
>>31746538
>just as a heads up m8 if you end on a M113 i hope your below 6 ft
Yeah, those things were deathboxes, especially from mines.
>>31746597
Your concerns are understood anon

>>31746597
well, if you want... 10/22 has his name in the thread. we're playing right now. I'm sure you could join if you want to

>>31746550
this is comfy. Please go on

>>31746679
JT is /o/tist, she can bang on the engine or whatever you do to make tangs rausse

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gonna ask a couple of opinions about the sticky, are there any other ways to save space?

'cause we reached 4.3k characters...again
what else should i put?

>>31746192
>"Corporal Anon, after reviewing the facts of this incident it is decided that your actions did not violate the law, meaning no further criminal investigation by civilian authorities is needed, however there is still the possibility of a court martial in order to determine if your actions were in violation of military regulations regarding the duties of a sentry, you may return to your normal duties if you so choose, however if you wish to take a leave on medical grounds no-one will judge you", the captain says.
>"Thank you sir, I think I can return to my normal duties", you say, relieved that no criminal investigation is going to take place. Even if it comes to a court martial, depending on whether the current situation is considered as being war-time, the absolute worst that can happen is six years in prison, *if* you are found guilty of murder, with peace-time sentencing being less severe.
>"Very well then, let me know if you change your mind, any questions?" captain says.
>"No sir" you reply.
>"Dismissed!"
>You nod as a salute and exit the tent, feeling relieved. A is waiting outside with rifle-Riikka & he hands her to you.
>"I can't tell you how happy I am to return this to you, your waffengeist almost drove me crazy, constantly trying to sneak her rifle form back to you", he says with a bit of amusement in his voice.
>"She did? Sorry for the trouble she's caused", you reply, you should have expected her to do something like this...
>With the investigation over & your return to normal duties your team once again gets assigned to guard the same damn bridge, though this time you are rotated to watch the traffic while the signals NCO watches the car and the radio. You guess they don't want to have you looking all day at the blackened stain marking the spot where the body fell, which is probably for the best.
>You feel surprisingly fine, except for the fact that now you are craving for a cigarette, you'll just have to tough it out for now...

>>31746710

if fluffy wants to be loader, fluffy gets to be loader.

>>31746598

u wot m8

>>31746710
>implying all tank crewmen aren't engineers

Anybody want a story about stalkers VS Baba Yaga?
I hit writers block for RotG so you all get to wait if you want to see how it goes.

>>31746730
Reach it up to the 2000 character limit I suppose. Or maybe put the sticky inna pastebin and post it as a paste bin

>>31746748
do it m8

>>31746522
explanation (sort-of) in the next chapter

>>31746743
I wouldnt know, my family was more in the business of making them break than making them work

>>31746748
go for it
>>31746738
>implying yandere imouto won't go berserk on onii-chan

>>31746748
>RotG
Clarify?

>>31746771
I'm very certain they have to know how to fix things while on the road, chap.

>>31746793
Requiem of the gods it's on the sticky read it m8 it's quite good

>>31746793
Requiem of the Gods.
The vikings with 1.0 caliber assault rifles fighting during ragnarok.

>>31746812
Appreciate it m8

>>31746550
It was a short rest, but it was a refreshing change of pace from nightmares. She woke up before he did, of course. His liver was still working overtime to wring all the alcohol out of his system.

Carefully, she put his arm back over his chest and stood up, going back to her room to put on some clothes.

When Dave finally woke up, the morning sun was shining in his eyes, and his head was pounding, almost feeling like it was about to split open. He imagined this is what it felt like to be a watermelon being used by Hickok45 for target practice.

He groaned miserably and stretched, pushing himself off the couch and stumbling over to the bathroom, holding his head. He puked in the toilet, and washed his mouth and face. It didn't help all that much.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror. His face was covered in rough stubble, as it had been for the past several months. He just couldn't seem to grow a proper beard. His eyes were bloodshot, and the hangover had him scowling. He shuffled back out into the kitchen to get himself some water.

He found Chris there, cracking an egg into a glass. "Good morning," she said, smiling slightly.

Dave just grunted in response. He grabbed a glass from the cabinet, filled it up with tap water, and downed it. And repeated.

Chris tapped him on the shoulder and handed him the prairie oyster she'd prepared. "Here, try this."

He downed it without a second thought, and poured himself another glass of water before shuffling back over to the couch and lying down.

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Landing was accomplished with a minimum of trouble. Looking out the window, I could see that we were being shadowed in by a pair of export model MiG interceptors. Obsolete the moment they'd rolled off the production line. NATO air defense would have eaten them for breakfast. But you don't need to have laser-reflective coating in Africa, and any plane beats no plane. Just look up what Rhodesia did with some cropdusters and duct tape if you don't believe me.

An oppressive atmosphere hung over the terminal. Heavy humidity, and grim faced UN troopers inspecting me over their gunsights combining to provide a very unwelcoming feeling.

A mountain of sweaty fat masquerading as a customs officer stamped my passport without even looking at me. He was the exact opposite of the gorilla-like UN Tactical Response Team that stood off to one side, laden with enough firepower to level a city block, as opposed to the customs officer, who had a taser clipped to his bulging waistband. I had probably been one of the few people going into the capital in the last few days, as opposed to the mass-exodus that had been present during the revolution.

I was surprised to recognize my teal blue traveling case at Baggage Claims. It had a reassuring weight to it.

The nicotine addiction flared painfully as I passed an ancient cigarette machine in the lobby. It died again, hopefully for good, at the first taste of stale tobacco. Even calling it tobacco was too charitable by half. It was probably dried cabbage leaves and expired asbestos. I kept the pack, God help me. Maybe the East Bloc didn't have it so bad after all.

Outside, a number of transportation options made themselves available: unlicensed taxis, a groaning minibus, and a loose squad of more UN troops gathered around a jeep, trying hard not to look like an inviting target. Time to see if Dave in Technical Services was on the level.

>>31746730
I mean we could trim some of the no longer active anon stories out with a link to my pastebin for those I do have. Isn't like I follow any of the big series except for serial, ptr, g11 and a few others.

Alternatively, could make another pastebin and just transfer all completed links. Title it completed work.

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>want to write
>completely saddened by total squad wipe in xcom
>waifu died in that squadwipe
>it's xcom's fault
>but it's really all my fault

>>31746901

so like making what we did to some of the namefags, but with the stories that are 100% completed or...

>wtf Part 2 is almost reaching 5k words and nearly 10 pages long
I need to wrap it up!

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>>31746738
i think this

>>31746925
Yep. That and considering doom hasn't been around for fucking ever he could be added to that list.

>>31746901
>>31746925
What I think he's saying is make a pastebin with the abandoned works or works on haitus/permahaitus and name it Haitus/Abandoned. Also feel free to archive >>31744773 in a pastebin to give anons an idea about raifus and waffengeists

>>31746910

there's a story. their heroic (or ignoble) last stand

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I walked straight up to the leader and flashed the memetic paper at him. The sergeant, West German kid not clever enough to dodge the conscription, didn't stand a chance against the latest from MKULTRA's Derivative Products Division.

"Frank Pilgrim, WTO Special Investigator. I require transportation to the Presidential Palace." WTO inspectors usually had their way in places like this, I figured, and was not disappointed.

"Umm, I will have to check this with my superior, Herr Pilgrim. We were not informed-" he said, sweat gleaming off his forehead as he reached for his radio.

"Of course you weren't informed!" I shouted, interrupting. "What kind of snap inspection would it be if we told everyone we were coming? There'd be time to put all the price controls and welfare checks under the sofa if we did! Now get moving or I'll write you up for impeding the flow of commerce, Sergeant... Freihofer." I said, snapping a notepad out and making to write down his name.

"That won't be necessary, Herr Pilgrim!" He turned around and barked something in german. My HUD translated it as something akin to "Move, dipshits!"

As I climbed into the passenger seat, the sergeant discreetly handed me a small wad of cash. UN credit, usable almost anywhere in the world. Maybe this kid wasn't so dumb after all. "Have a good day, Herr Pilgrim."

>>31747140
>Sargeant
>Kid

>>31747177
as a conscript in Finnish Army you could reach sergeant before age of 19 (you'd have to enter service as a volunteer soon after turning 18, typically one serves at around 19) & 2nd LT before 20

>>31746844
Chris sat beside him quietly. All he could manage was the occasional groan.

"So, I, uh, called up this car rental place, and got something so we can still get around..."

"Mhmm..."

"And I was planning on going to the grocery store, to pick up some things, if you ever wanted to try cooking agian..."

"Mhmm..."

"And, uh, I was checking through our e-mails, and we've got a couple more potential cases to check out..."

"Mhmmmm..."

"Would you stop fucking doing that and actually say something?"

"Chris, my fucking head feels like it's about to split open. Will you PLEASE give me some peace and fucking quiet..." He covered his face with his hands and groaned loudly.

The way he said that felt like a slap on her face. She bit her lip and stood up, heading back to her room to clean her weapons. "Whatever, have it your way."

>>31747246
>getting rank that quickly
>Respecting NCOs
Pick

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"Everyone's watching- watching-watching-

The German kid kicked the busted up casette deck.

"Warum zum Teufel willst du nicht arbeiten!?"

-to see what you will do
Everyone's looking at you, oh
Everyone's wondering will you come out tonight
Everyone's trying to get it right, get it right..."

The German private who drove me into the city either had a good sense of irony, or a good taste for classical music. Hell, I listened to that stuff as a kid, and even then it was old.

My GPS kept trying to tell me that we couldn't possibly get into the city, because there were no roads. It was completely right. I can't imagine taking one of the beaten up taxis, or, God forbid, the minibus, down a winding and bumpy dirt footpath. It wasn't the fact that it would be uncomfortable. It was the fact that it was questionable whether I would survive.

I took another one of the shitty African cigarettes out of my pocket, but stopped when a text box popped up in my HUD:

"If you are looking for an alternative to smoking that abomination of a tobacco product, this unit would suggest discharging your sidearm several times into your chest. It would be easier to fix."

That would be Sam. She's my onboard AI. She's in charge of- well, everything, really. Smart as a whip, and absolutely adorable. Also acts kind of motherly towards me.

I miss her.

I turned to my right and saw the German kid looking at me, with the pack in my hand, like "You're kidding, right?"

"Even he thinks you're an idiot."

"Shut up, Sam." I subvocalized.

"Please promise you aren't going to smoke that shit. If you're going to smoke, at least smoke the Soviet stuff."

I did. The taste hadn't changed.

Now the kid was looking at me again. Eyeing my hardware, I guessed.

"Speak any English?"

"Ja."

>>31747268
when a new batch of conscripts arrive their squad leaders are fresh corporals with 6 months of service behind them, they take part in everything the new conscripts do, give advice (they have done the same shit for 6 months already so they earn some points for that alone), about a month after the new conscripts' arrival the officer candidates arrive from reserve officer school to join the training units as the most senior conscripts & starting at around 4th months of the new conscript's service/10th of their own they are put in charge of the platoons in exercises, it's around this time that some of the corporals are promoted to sergeant, sometimes no-one is promoted to sergeant. Officer candidates remain in the rank for up to 5 months after the end of their service, at which point their promotions to reserve officers are formalised on June 4th or December 6th, if an officer candidate fucks up his/her promotion can be denied.

>>31747104
Uh, muton threw a grenade onto their position on the roof. They all fell to their deaths.

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>>31747435
>Having you entire squad within 'nade range
>Let alone having them all on the same roof within 'nade range
You deserved it, desu

>>31745607
She's from /o/, right?

The transformation will not be complete until she lusts for a muscle car or a pickup truck.

Or a muscle truck.

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>>31747268
>>31747177

The main character is just plain old, bro.


"You wanna see?" I said, rolling up my sleeve to reveal the cybernetics underneath.

He laughed. "Ya, maybe if I save every check I get for ze rest of mein life, I'll be able to afford zem!"

"I got them for free."

He looked at me, eyes as big as dinner plates. "No vay."

"Well, once upon a time, when Seryogin was still in diapers-"

"Who?"

I hunted for the work in German. The translator was sluggish in responding.

"You might know it as das Hochladen. You know, the Czech kid, big breakthroughs in brain uploading?"

"Ahh, yes, continue."

"Once upon a time I too was an underpaid grunt patrolling a Third World hell hole. I took a bad step and woke up to find both my legs blown off by a landmine. I was patched up and shipped home."

We began to move into the city now. Rubble and burned out buildings surrounded us, accompanied by tents and shacks scattered around empty lots. The city was surprisingly populated. Not bustling, but a more than just few people now and then.

I could see more densely packed buildings and a handful of skyscrapers towards the city center. I hoped we could get there soon. Things around us were looking pretty sketchy, but that was to be expected.

"The company, Executive Action, who was sponsoring the 'military intervention' decided to make me a PR event. They gave me a choice: Pay to have me dumped in a 'veterans community' with someone to come by and wipe my ass once a day if I'm lucky, or a pair of new legs and a five year contract. Hard to say no to an offer like that. And, as they say, success breeds success; it became new arms, then new eyes, ears, cables in my head..."

The German conscript, fatally as it turned out, took his eyes off the road to look at me in surprise, and a little revulsion.

"Ze world is a fucked up pla-"

The first burst of gunfire stitched up his chest. He died in a shuddering dance of high-caliber impacts.

>>31747476
>muscle cars, pickups and muscle trucks
>Not a tank
This is Murica damn it

>>31747636

I can build a muscle truck in my backyard fairly easily.

A tank, not so much.

Don't get me wrong - I would if I could.

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>>31747654
>A tank, not so much.
>Not converting a Bulldozer into a tank
Killdozers for the win
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZbG9i1oGPA
>http://io9.gizmodo.com/these-homemade-tanks-are-tough-enough-to-survive-a-zomb-1605172568
Don;t let your dreams be memes, anon. If a bunch of goat fuckers can make makeshift light tanks and armored cars, us mechanical engineers can make something even better

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>>31745644
sorry for slow. I have problems

>you both like to warm up a little with the 10/22
>pom
>pom
>pom
>to Annie, it might as well be a BB gun
>It makes a bit of noise, and something flies out the front, but the gun itself barely moves
>she could have emptied the magazine at cyclic rate, but she took pride in marksmanship, and took her time making sure all the little holes were as close together as possible
>a month ago, you would have Maxine taken a bit of a break, have a breath and a giggle without even thinking
>but times have changed
>you look around, making sure no one else is there before telling rifle it's okay to change
>The little girl as a bit worried as well. She keeps close to you, never walking further away from you or away from you than an arms reach
>Annie is, true to her nature, very calm and decisive
>She speaks in a soothing voice, and it really is having an effect on Maxine who appears to feel better already
>All this while you get another two rifles out of their cases. The old SKS and a Mini-14
>There isn't much talking, and by the time you have taken down your targets a second time, other people start to arrive
>The RO gives you little attention, and heads over to the approaching group of people
>it's a surprisingly large amount of them
Anon, i am not happy about this. Many men approaching at the same time. Many Geists.
>"Well, this is a shooting range after all. Stay put, but be ready
>Annie loads up the SKS, just like she would do if the was gonna shoot down the range, but stops as if she was going to talk to yo
>you secretly wish you had the AR right now, but the little 14 will have to do
Don't turn around, the RO is coming towards us
>"Weapon on him?"
Only a pistol. He does not appear to be ready to draw
>"Lets just talk to him, okay"
If that is what you wish
Howdy Anon! figured i'd see you here today!
>"special occasion today"
Yeah, of course!
"Sorry, but i seems to have missed something here. Care to fill me in?"

>>31747654
If it cant handle a few thousand pounds of reinforced steel on its chassis, it isnt a real muscle truck. Go home.

>>31745782
Mustang a shit, first generation Cougar is where it's at

>>31745921
/k/ryptid /k/ommando providing infantry support by jumping from tree to tree, occasionally letting out a blood cursling scream to demoralize enemy infantry

>>31747761
Thats just like, your opinion man.

>tfw applying the Emperor's holy chainsword directly to xenos scum
I may write a 40k waffengeist story. For the glory of the Omnissiah, of course.

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>>31747730
last was supposed to be anon quote, sorry

sure thing! first saturday, each month, is open!
>"so, all guns allowed now huh?"
Well, no missiles, but otherwise it should be fine. >"that sounds fun, but i think i'll stick to the little ones for now. Actually, do you sell any bigger rounds here today?
I don't but, i wouldn't doubt some guys should bringing some more exotic stuff to sell
>"Oh, sounds fun. Thanks for the input, i appreciate it"
>the RO, a mustached man, maybe in his 50s wanders back to the arriving group of people
>"Well, look at that, maybe you can have a go today too?"
>Annie extends her arm, puts it on your right shoulder and squeezes a bit
Can you handle it this time?
>She smirks
>"Well, i'm gonna have to make an attempt at least, right?"
If we can find ammo
>"yeah"
>You spend another hour going through your guns, at a reasonably calm pace, switching with Annie as you go along
>As time goes by, you are joined at the range by several interesting weapons
>Some automatic ARs, a few AKs
>some large belt fed thing you were not really sure what it was
>and not one, but two M82s
>Their geists seem to be a little on the calmer side, especially in company
>One of the M82s are led to a stall rather close to yours
>out of old habit, you've taken the tow lanes furthest away from the entrance to the range
>The girl is tall, sure. maybe around 6'. Bit curvy, strong, but just not quite on Annie's level
>the other girl is very energetic, babbling about this and that with the guy she came with
>She does occasionally peek over towards the two of you
>But people are busy doing their thing, and the range goes hot after a few moments
>As the range goes old, you look at your group, and decide that it's probably time for Amanda get get a pair of glasses. A cute pair
>The girl, having just emptied an entire magazine of .50 downrange takes a few deep breaths, and heads over your way, towards Annie

"Excuse me miss?"


Sorry, head isn't working. have to go

>>31748456
STOP DYING
Get well soon ;-;

>>31748506
Don't be like that. My body works just fine. Bit dead on the inside, but won't actually kill me

>>31748610
Aren't we all?

>>31748610
>>31748693
Its one reason why i drink.

Also SKS "story" almost done

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Finished with Hotline Waffegeist, Part 2. Here is the pastebin. Enjoy.
http://pastebin.com/4gzKng2R

May 1st, L.A., California, Apartment
>You and Viveca sit in the kitchen reading and shooting the shit as you would do a normal day.
>A bottle of vodka sits on the counter, waiting for the right time to open up as a way to celebrate May Day with your Russian gun.
>A ringing in the living room disturbs the peace of the moment.
>”Good evening, this is Doug from the art gallery. After reviewing all of the entries submitted, we would love to showcase your piece in one of our events. We’re at 3453 Boulevard Drive. Get here as soon as possible. ” *click*
“Looks like we have to hold the celebrations for now, we got another job.”
>Leaving the apartment, you and Viveca head to the van and drove off to your next job.

3453 Boulevard Drive
>You arrive at what appears to be a one story building.
>Looking outside, you see a single person standing outside next to the door.
>Looks like some punk.
>You park your car nearby, and the both of your prepare for the raid.
>Boar masks, plate carriers, earpro, and gloves were donned.
>You get out of the van with Viveca next to you.
>The doorman sees and waves you over.
>”Hey, man, killer mask. Ready to celebrate May Day to show those capitalist pigs and their war mongering they’re going down?”
“Yeah, that’s why we’re here.”
>”Right on right on, just need to hear the password and you’re all set.”
“Knock, knock.”

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Posting every 5 minutes if that is okay with everyone.

>>31748746
>”Alright, man, in ya go. Down with the corporations and their death machines.”
>The door man turned around and unlocked the door, letting both you and Viveca in.
>The main hall looks largely abandoned
>Is this even the right place?
>You and Viveca walk around and approach an open entranceway, and overhear a group of people
>”…yeah and that peace symbol made of all those guns really spoke to me, like wow.”
>You felt your heart drop and a well of anger pool inside. Sick bastards.
>You look over and Viveca is clenching her fist hard.

>when the average /k/omando knocks up his raifu:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EShUeudtaFg

>>31745782
>>31745859

>Not 70-74 Challengers

>>31747636
Gonna make me drop some muscle truck goodness.
https://youtube.com/watch?v=CjYII99QqFs

>>31747795
I'm a little biased, I'll admit. I grew up with a '68 Cougar drag car my grandpa had.

>>31746910

Bro, stories about XCOM write themselves.

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>>31748809
>You grab Viveca, and in an instant she turns into your vepr 12
>Entering the room, you throw Viveca right at one of the three people standing together
>Mid-flight, your vepr transforms back into Viveca and tackles one of the people there.
>Following her in, you slug one of the other punks square in the nose. An audible snap is heard and the feel of cartilage and bone breaking can be felt.
>Given the third punk no time to react, you grab the collar of his loose v-neck shirt, yank him to the ground, and stomp his face into the concrete floor.
>*Crack!* Underneath, a pool of blood begins to collect.
>Turning over to the punk on the ground holding his now broken nose, not wanting him to scream any further, you stomp on his throat.
>Looking over, Viveca had just gotten up, with the punk’s head now smashed.
>However, you hear footsteps coming over.
>Wasting not a moment, you grab Viveca and with your vepr in hand, you move towards the door on the other side of the room.
>As you approach the door, a large figure opens it.
>Two shots, one in the abdomen and one in the chest, with accompanying holes and gore to show he will not be having a good day.
>You kick him back, knocking a bunch of punks down with him.
>Not stopping your momentum, you aim Viveca at the three behind the large punk and dispatch them with one shot each.

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>>31748883
>You move around the building, scanning for anything.
>You towards what you now can assume to be the back of the building, you find one more punk with a beer in his hand.
>You shoot him in the gut head, creating a mess of gore where his stomach used to be, and a missing section of forehead.
>But you don’t see any of this “art.”
>You grab the beer bottle that was dropped, smash it against the wall, and set down Viveca.
“Hold onto this, got an idea of how to find where everyone else is hiding.”
>She nods understanding what you plan on doing.
>You move back towards the entrance.
>Open the door and grab a surprised doorman, smash his face on a wall, dazing him and set him down on his knees.
“You’re going to show us where everyone is, or we’ll be making sure you can never fight the filthy capitalists, comrade.”

>>31748959
I feel as if I am not meant to be here. Are my stories too in depth for /k/?

>>31748883
>>31748809
>>31748746

Not bad, I like it. Needs more drugs though, there's no references to it outright in the game but I'm pretty sure Jacket was fueled by coke.

>>31749001

My bad, I did not mean to ask that first question directly to this post >>31748959 , it was more of a general statement

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>>31749001
Eh, that never seemed to be a thing when I played, other than he was in a coma. Also, think the devs put the final level of The Son as someone on drugs in that game.

>>31748959
>He led you to a room you did check out before, but revealed a trapdoor, that was now blasting with music.
>Viveca immediately eviscerated him on the spot with the broken beer bottle in hand.
>Grabbing Viveca, you reload her magazine and set off downstairs.
>Immediately coming down, you see a several punks, and some thugs with a couple with dejected dog-girls in leashes being dragged around.
>You can feel Viveca shake, or is that you?
>Regardless, you take aim and fire at one of the thugs dragging one of the dog-girls.
>Instantly, they notice you.
>One of them yanks their own dog-girl over, grabbed her and she transforms into an AK-pattern gun.
>Before he could fire at you, you nailed him in the center of his chest, causing a hole to blow where his heart used to be.
>You move closer to the remaining punks, firing as you go.
>Some of them try to make a dive towards the AKs, now frozen in fear, but you make sure that doesn’t happen.
>You dump the remaining three punks alive, two shots each
>Current threats eliminated
>The two AKs sat on the ground looking dazed and scared.
>You paid no mind, but with the loud music going on, you’re glad no one else in the other rooms heard you.
>Changed mags, and kicked the door to the left.

>>31749001
I've been behind on a lot of wfg, so I wish I could say. Sorry, NEW. You're stuff is on the pastebin, right?

>>31749001
>I feel as if I am not meant to be here. Are my stories too in depth for /k/?
We're just quietly reading in the background lad

>>31749001
Keep going

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>>31749030
>You see a dozen punks with drinks and various weapons in their hands beating on various waffengeist that have been cuffed to the ground.
>You don’t remember pulling the trigger, but it doesn’t matter, a shot rang off from Viveca, killing a punk that was about to swing down on one of the waffengeist with a pipe.
>Hearing the shot fired, everyone around turns and runs towards you.
>You continue you fire away at the punks running towards.
>8 others have fallen after running through your magazine
>Each with gore spraying from the midsection or what used to be their head.
>Three of the remaining punks come at you with knives and bats.
>No time to change magazines, you drop Viveca, who immediately turns human.
>Off to her side, she grabs a pipe while you ready yourself.
>One tries you stab you, flailing wildly like the animal he is.
>You see the other two punks go for Viveca in your periphery.
>With the attacker in front of you still swinging, you move back to the wall, pivot around him on his free hand side, and using his momentum you slam his face into the wall.
>Not a moment too soon, you grab his knife, and stab him at the base of the neck.
>Looking over, Viveca has a punk with a knife on the ground howling in pain, while the other punk is taking swings at her.
>She throws her pipe at the punk’s face, giving her enough time grab the dropped knife.
>She quickly ran up to the now recovering punk with the pipe and began to repeatedly stab him until much of his abdomen began to spill his intestines.
>To the man still on the ground, you gave a swift kick to his face, and then slit his throat.
>Surveying the area, every punk appeared dead.
>Only the cuffed waffengeist appeared alive, though all four were stripped and badly beaten.
>There was no way you can do anything about it now, however.
>You grab Viveca, now in shotgun form, changed her magazine, and continued to the other room.

Tfw three different tabs are open on weird drink recipes from Cracked and you hate Cracked

>>31749030
Not the hero California deserves, but the one that it needs

>>31749066
>>31749076
As long as people are enjoying, I'll continue. Its a good motivator

HiPoint anon, I like your samantha story.

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Yo, Archivefag or Polybus, who ever's doin the bins.

Mark my carbine story as "on hiatus" there in the statuses.

Gonna step back from it for a bit, got some shit came up.

>>31747264
She did this for a while, oiling the bolts of her rifles, before that nagging feeling of guilt took over again. After all, she was probably the reason he'd drank himself into a stupor in the first place.

She took a deep breath, swallowed her pride, and resolved to apologize to him.

He was drinking a cup of instant coffee, but put it down on the kitchen counter when she came out. He very much looked like he was still suffering from his hangover, but had recovered enough to walk around.

"Dave, listen..."

"Hold on, before you say anything," he said, cutting her off, "I wanted to say that I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said earlier... I know you were only trying to help, trying to cheer me up... I had no right to snap at you that way."

She stood there and chuckled, and a smile came to her face. She walked over and gave him a hug.

"Took the words right out of my mouth."

"But I don't-"

"I was coming out here to apologize to you, actually. For being such a bitch." She buried her face in his chest, and they stood together in the kitchen like that for a few minutes. "Thanks for putting up with me."

Dave exhaled and closed his eyes, and held her just a bit tighter.

Open question to the anons who havent been lurking the threads as they come... for the last month.
Are you hitting the pastebins up top fist?

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>>31749171
mfw I see this after posting >>31749192

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>>31749154
Reading your stuff now. So far, I'm loving it. You're capturing the feeling of a green soldier for sure.

>>31749192
FUCK! Hope everything gets better!

>>31749137
>”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!”
>That was the first thing you heard entering in, an ear shattering scream that rang over the loud music.
>It was a large enough workman’s room, with a few benches, saws, and the works.
>You see two punks huddled next to each other with welders
>”Now you can never hurt anyone ever again, you tool of death!” exclaimed one of the punks.
>You shot both in the back of the leg, causing the one with the torch to hit himself with it and set his cloths on fire.
>You drag the other one to an active smelter and shove his face inside.
>As his face was burned from the extreme you, the punk tried to struggle out of your grip, but were deaf to his brief screams and struggle.
>The one on fire kept rolling around in agony, as Viveca stood there watching, kicked him away and moved towards the source of the original scream
>You grab one of the nail guns on the work bench and gave the on-fire punk a much undeserving end with a couple nails to the head.
>Standing next to Viveca at the welding bench, you see an AR-15 held in place.
>Its action was mostly welded shut.
>You and Viveca release its bonds, but the AR looks to be in too terrible of shape to move.

>>31749001

I was neglecting you guys while playing tanks with fluffy, now I am writing.

I do like your writing, though I feel there is more of it that I have missed.

>>31749209
No pressure or anything mate, just wanted to let you know that there are some people looking forward to it.

Has FALfag been around lately? I can't get enough Rifles of 'Nam.

>>31749232
Momma Chiquita is always lurking.

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>>31749232
Not today, and has been doing a spoopy undercover cop story as of late. It's good.

>>31749210
“Viveca, grab the girl and head over to the other room. We’re to try and remove the cuffs on the four in the other room and get every gun we encounter in one location.”
>She gives a nod, and helped the AR up from the table.
>You grab the torch, still on, and the both of you head to the previous room.
>Quickly as you could, you removed the bonds that held the 4 waffengeist.
>Two were unconscious at this time, but all looked like they would need extensive repairs.
>Thankfully none of the 4 you just freed looked to be rendered deactivated.
>Back at the main entrance to the upstairs, you directed the two AKs, who still have yet to leave from their position, towards where the other guns were located.
>At the door you have yet to enter.
>Above it was marked “art gallery”
“Viveca, before we go, I want to make something clear. We’re going to be ignoring any geists we see beyond this door for now and concentrate only on the degenerates here. What we saw in the last room is likely going to be only a fraction of what we’ll witness here. If you would rather stay behind, make sure the ones in the other room are safe.”
>Without a word, Viveca grabbed your hand, and transformed into your vepr-12.
>Your minds are set.
>13 shells remain.
>No mercy.

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>>31749232

I'm here, but it's on a pause for Halloween.

I'll be picking it up right after I'm finished with this one though. I just need a bit of a break to get my creative juices flowing on it again.

Buuuut If you're into spoops and undercover cops, you might like the one I'm working on now.

Check it out, it's live in my paste bin, the [soon] status on the OP is outdated.

Also to add, I'll be posting within the next hour, so get preppt.

>>31749270

I'll check it out. Thanks for the reply.

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>>31749256
>You kick open the door, and before you lies a hall of 4 open entranceways, three on your left and right, and one door in front of you at the end of the hall.
>You make your way to the first one on your right.
>Three punks stand with their backs behind you looking at some tree shape.
>You quickly take aim at them.
>In rapid succession, you fired three shells at their backs, just below the neck.
>Turning around, you move to the next room, keeping your eye on the hall from your periphery
>Entering the next room, you see six punks, with three metal cages behind them.
>They had already taken notice of your blasts in the previous room
>Four of them were armed with sharpened poles, while the other two just had broken beer bottles in their hand.
>Without hesitation, you shoot the ones with the poles first.
>The shower of gore and death the blasts Viveca made stunned one of the punks with a beer bottle on his hand.
>However one of them got close to you.
>You felt the impact of the bottle hit you in the stomach.
>Unlucky bastard only hit your plates.
>You smack the punk in the face with your forearm, and kicked him to the ground.
>Not deterred from the failed attack against you, you shoot the punk still standing in his midsection.
>The blast had caused him to keel over and collapse on the ground.
>Moving towards the punk that tried to stab you, you grabbed the broken beer bottle and stabbed his jugular, causing a pool of blood to quickly form.
>Moving to the punk without a stomach, you ensured it could never get up by stomping its neck.
>With the room clear, you quickly changed Viveca’s empty magazine with your remaining half-filled magazine.

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>>31749154
Finished both parts. Loved it, and I hope you continue to write more.

>>31749319
>Only 5 more shells…
>You set Viveca down, and grab two of the poles, handing one to Viveca.
>You quickly gesture that you’ll take the right room, and she gets the left room.
>You split and enter the room on the right.
>3 punks in front of you throwing items at a figure inside of what looks to be a coffin.
>With a mighty thrust, you gored one of them in the back of the head with the sharpened pole.
>Quickly removing it, you stab the one on the left, now turning towards you, in the throat.
>You can only assume gurgling noises are going out as the punk spits up blood and falls.
>Releasing the make-shift spear, you turn to the remaining punk, grabbed the back of his head and slammed your knee on his face.
>With the punk on the ground with a broken nose, you grabbed a brick and proceeded to slam it repeatedly until blood began to pool.
>Looking behind you, Viveca has already dispatched the two punks in her room, and was moving back to you with the pole in-hand.
>Just one last room.
>The music blasting throughout the place sounds as though it is coming from there.
>You can only hope this is the last room, and you will not get swarmed with just 5 shells remaining.
>You and Viveca grab a sharpened pole each, placed it near the door.
>You grab her, charge her, and kick the door open.

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>>31749210
>mfw the nailgun execution
And thank you bro, that's what I was hoping for

>>31749219
Np. Hope you two are having a blast.

>>31749270
Always love the unrelated art you post with your stories. Looking forward to cops.

>>31749319
This is good stuff
if Guard-tier feels for the raifus

>>31749192
Gotcha, hang on tight lad

>>31748746
>>31748809
>>31748883
>>31748959
>>31749030
>>31749137
>Story theme song
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSQt4ckq-dg

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>>31749386
>>31749387
Thanks for the complements, really helps boost the confidence.

>>31749425
>Perturbator
I will not lie, listening to his stuff helped a lot to put me in the mood.

>>31749380
>A large room full of punks
>You could only guess there were roughly 30, with some waffengeist being dragged around, like in the entrance of the basement.
>You fired a shot at the closest punk
>And then another
>And another
>You’ve been noticed, and the crowd starts charging towards you.
>Like with before, those dragging their waffegeist yanks them towards them and now are holding them.
>Two with AKs and one with a mosin.
>You tried to shoot the one with the mosin, as you could not sustain a hit from a 7.62x54r
>But you missed and hit some other sap in the head.
>One more shot, and the shots connected just as the punk as taking aim.
>Out of shells, you put Viveca down and the both of you grabbed one of the make-shift spears.
>Trying to keep the crowd funneled, you keep at the doorway, spearing anyone that got within range.
>However, the crowd was too much, and started breaking through.
>You also see the crowd part and shots being fired at your direction.
>Two shots hit you on your chest.

>>31747715
Someone should brew up a story on an alternate universe where the Killdozer had a tank spirit and tries to calm down Heemeyer.

>>31749460
>gathering dedicated to destroying weapons has several weapons ready to use and are willing to use them
So terribly ironic, and so terribly fitting.

>>31749270
Yes! On time to catch it for once.

>>31748852
top fucking kek

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>>31749460
>Thankfully your plate carrier wasn’t shit, and turned a potentially fatal blow into two hard punches to the chest.
>You back off for a bit, and then reengage.
>Thinks are looking bad, and the crowd is getting smart about your tactics.
>They keeping coming in, and open up to allow those with the waffengeist to suppress your movements.
>You knew you should have brought one more magazine at the least.
>You quickly gesture to Viveca to start retreating back.
>Viveca shakes her head, and points behind you.
>By some miracle, one of the earlier AKs was running towards you.
>You quickly moved to and grabbed her.
>In an instant, she transformed into a beat looking, but still functional WASR.
>You charged her, and began to return fire at those with the AKs, striking both in the chest.
>You then quickly fired at the crowd, now breeching the door and falling as they spill through.
>After unloading the WASR’s entire clip, you placed her down, grabbed the pole you dropped, and began to remove those remaining with Viveca.
>After dispatching the last of the punks, the fight finally ended.
>You moved over to the DJ station, and turned off the blasting music.
>And looking towards the wall, you see giant peace symbol made of a variety of welded and melted rifles.
>And a M16A1 and AK-47 pinned to it being made to “hold” hands.

>>31749517
>Can you burn a Luigi board
Topkek
No one answered me though, do pregnant raifus get underbarrel attachments like masterkeys or n00bt00bs?

>>31745081
>Someone did all the work for me.

Well shit, now I feel kinda bad. Thanks though.

If anyone is actually interested I am writing up a continuation to that, likely breaking it up in two parts since the locale changes between the two.

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>>31749528
Midnight, the van
>Like last time it was quiet, and almost at the storage facility
>You grabbed all who could be moved out, but most of the waffengeist were in bad shape and had to be carried.
>Of the 16 found, only 6 were still able to walk. The rest were either still unconscious or too badly beaten to move well on their own.
>A few even had to be further damaged in order to ultimately save them from that hell.
>You and Viveca had been chain smoking the entire time, trying to dull what had transpired.
>You just hope that the runner is there already.
>You pull up to the gates of the facility and open it as usual, taking care to have your mask on, along with Viveca wearing hers as well.
>Thankfully, the gun runner was there, along with his partner.

>>31749567
>do pregnant raifus get underbarrel attachments like masterkeys or n00bt00bs?
Personally, I see it as an impossibility for them to bear human children since they are spiritual projection of a firearm (And they're sentient firearms, not an organic being like humans) but can also be interacted physically (See The New Testament as a reference on Jesus being both spirit and man). The only explanation I see from a rifle getting preggo is if you apply the logic of Spice and Wolf into the equation. Holo is basically a bundle of wheat that contains her spirit, but can also physical like mankind. She was able to get pregnant and bear Lawrence a child, that's where I would pretty much see the most sense out of it.

>>31749578
nah m8 don't worry it's my job, i actually enjoed your story and please tell me a name that does a bit more of justice than this

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Fuck, sorry for having this drag on. Should I stop, or go to the end?

>>31749600
>”You look like shit, boar.”
“Ever been to an art gallery?”
>”Nope, don’t care too much about them.”
“Good, don’t go to any, coyote.”
>”Ah…Speaking of which, Doug said you brought some pieces that need to be delivered.”
“Yeah, they’re in the back. 6 of them are in fine enough shape, just some touch up and spit shine. The rest are going to need some actual restoration.”
>Coyote, his partner, Viveca and you began to move the most weakened of the guns out first to the moving truck.
>At the final moving, it was all those who could still walk and move.
>As you shepherd the 6 who can still walk, the WASR that helped turned to you.
>She was in tears and hugged you.
>”K-köszönöm, uram…err thank you, sir.”
>You stood there a little dumbstruck.
>You had a hard time knowing what to do.
>You just put your hand on her shoulder, and looked into her eyes.
“Hey, thank you back there. Wouldn’t have made it out if you didn’t help. You’ll do well once you leave this state.”
>”I only hope to find an owner that’ll treat me as well as you treat your vepr, sir.”
>You pat the WASR on the shoulder, and watched as she went inside the truck.
>Once in, Coyote closed the door, and turned towards you.
>”Hey, don’t worry about them, Boar. Just remember to keep in mind why we’re doing this and not to lose sight of it.”
“Yeah, sure thing, ‘yote.”

>>31749634
Also nah, I don't see attachments correlated with being preggo. Attachments are tools or other smaller, compact geists, (see Soul Eater as a reference) utilized to help the geist become more versatile and perform other roles in her job

>>31749662
I always read these with this playing in my head.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MV_3Dpw-BRY

>>31749567
>pregnant
Nope. I stand with guard on this one.

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Allllrighty.

I'm here and ready to post, but I want to let mister Vepr finish.

[I'm reading his story anyway, so I may as well before I get started.]

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>>31749746
Eh, the rest gets slow with relationship building with the MC and Viveca. If you want to post you can. The pastbin has been posted, so whomever is interested can read the rest.

Here's a repost of the current part, leaving off at line 225 http://pastebin.com/4gzKng2R

Glad you all enjoyed it. Pic related is a sneak peak at what pretty much goes on

>>31749825
Oh, and suggestions for the next part will be appreciated.

>>31749825
Ah...

Thanks! But I feel kind of bad now... don't worry though, I'll be quick if you want to pick up once I'm done!

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>>31749825
>>31749844
Will read it tomorrow. Going to sleep. Night, lads.

>>31749661
I'll give it some thought but don't expect anything great, titles have alway been a obstacle I can't overcome.

I should mention, the bin you have seems to be missing the last bit. Not sure if it was overlooked or you're still posting it but if you did miss it I got the whole thing on another bin if you want to fix it.

http://pastebin.com/xtSPHVDU

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>>31736731

>Morgan answered her rifle, whispering back lowly.

"What do you mean..."

>"Just do it. Now. Tell fatso you're feeling sick, he'll be fine."

>Tula spoke commandingly.

"Leave him...? But--"

>She resisted a bit.

>"Stop being such a fucking retard and do it. Now. Go." Tula growled his words, a heavy rasp to it, blending with urgency.

>Morgan called out to Ritchie.

"Hey uh...Ritchie...Think you can finish this sweep on your own...? I'll come out with you on the next one."

>She faked sounding a little sick or uncomfortable.

>"Uh...I mean I can, you sure you're okay?" He turned looking at her, Morgan waving her hand, dismissing him before he even approached.

"Yeah it's uh...lady things."

>She put her hand on her abdomen, immediately making him stiffen up, realizing what she meant and nodded.

>"Y-yeah I got it, go ahead." Ritchie turned and kept walking into the dark woods, leaving Morgan and Tula there, turning and heading back.

"Tell me what the fuck is going on."

>Morgan spoke with a raw tone as soon as Ritchie was too far away to hear her, Tula growling a bit and cursing her for constantly asking so many questions.

>"Fuck you, Cyka. I'm not telling you what's happening. I'm looking out for you, now get the FUCK back into the building."

>Tula damn near screamed at her, stripping her usual sense of authority, making her silently go along with what he barked at her.

>A strong sense of agitation sweeping over her as she briskly walked back through the woods, holding him closely.

>>31749895
Don't feel bad, I have 3 pages and 8,000 more characters remaining. It's going to suck up too much posting, and it'll give a bunch of people to play catsoup. If there is some room left in the thread, and if I'm still awake, I'll post the rest.

So lets see undercover cop gal and petulant, gross Tula engage spoopy stuff at drug den!

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>>31749929

>She'd be lying if she said she weren't a little bit scared after what happened.

>Honestly any excuse she could use to get out of these fucking woods right now was good enough, eventually clearing the woods and stepping into the clear cut driveway.

>The sense of dread and oppression instantly disappearing the moment she wasn't walking among the trees.

>It felt normal outside again, just by stepping onto driveway.

>"Gone huh?" Tula spoke, noticing.

"Yeah...but...why do you kno--"

>"Stop asking me questions and get inside." Tula commanded again, cutting her off, his voice not bearing any kind of negativity, again, extremely uncharacteristic of him.

>She wasn't 10 steps back toward the building before a truck pulled up behind her, flashing it's lights at her.

>"Hey. Get your ass over here."

>Bishop spoke, leaning out the window of his truck, calling Morgan over, the sound of it's engine idling filling the dead night air.

>With a heaving sigh she turns around, walking over to him, the man smoking a joint agitatedly, there was something on his shirt...was that blood?

>His face looked pale as he spoke to her, the smell of pot wafting over her as he spoke.

>He seemed a little on edge, but he also had an air of "business as usual" about him.

"Yeah...?"

>She looked him over, the man staring at her.

>>31749968
>Bishop
Further reaffirming my prejudice about people named bishop.

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>>31749903

>forgot one part
shit i'm sorry i tough i got 'em all, thanks m8

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>>31749968

>"Get in. You're coming with me." He spat his words out.

>She tipped her head just a little bit, seeming confused, but she wasn't going to tell him no, not after she was apparently on thin ice with him after the whole 'meth' thing.

>Rounding the truck and getting in the passenger's seat, Tula minding himself around Bishop, not saying a word.

>The inside of the truck was dingy, laden with drug paraphernalia, Two handguns within reach that she could see, one in the cup holder, another on the dashboard up near Bishop above the steering wheel, crammed up against the A-pillar.

>There were various tools and cables and wires on the floor of the passenger seat by her feet.

>The truck started moving again heading up the driveway and to the building, Bishop hopping out and going inside, gesturing at her to stay put, coming back with something in a bag seconds later, throwing it into the bed of the truck and getting back into the driver's seat.

>Only the sickly green glow of the instrument cluster and the radio illuminated the interior as he turned around and drove back up the pathway, leaving the Coke/Meth Building behind, heading out to the West.

"So what did you need me for...?"

>She finally split the awkward silence.

>"Just shut up and do what I tell you when I tell you." He barked back, his hands gripping the wheel tighter.

"I also...uh had a question."

>She spoke again, cautiously, minding her tone.

>"What." He growled a bit.

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>>31750005

"How do I...get up higher in this shit. I'm not looking to be a sentry for the rest of my life, I don't want to be stuck in a shit apartment if I can help it."

>She spoke straight, laying out her 'concerns' about her living situation to Bishop, her words hanging in the air without a response for a minute.

"I ain't good with drugs anyways...but you know I'm fucking dependable to defend your shit, so you think I could be put on with something more serious or mayb--"

>"Alright, alright. Shut the fuck up. Okay. You want to do some more raw shit, that it?" He turned, glancing at her while driving, puffing the joint again.

>She nodded as he looked.

>"Atta girl, I knew you were fucking smart. Come out here tomorrow night. We'll take care of you."

>He chuckled just a little bit, his words holding some kind of eerie mysticism to them, Morgan's eyes wondering once the talking stopped, her mind still dwelling on what happened before, and the tone of voice Bishop had spoken with.

>Her eyes surfing the interior of the truck, falling on something hanging from the rear view mirror.

>Bobbing and swaying with the movements of the truck.

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>>31749192
Dsmn.

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>>31750032

>It was a small pyramid made from twigs, the long ends of each twig overlapping, tied together with a thin fiber, coiling around and around, thick enough to see, even in the dark.

>Hair.

>It was human hair.

>She stared at it for a few moments, blinking a few times, soaking up the details of the small fetish hanging from the mirror, what looked like the rib cage of a small bird carefully interwoven into the center.

>Great care was taken in the construction of the odd little object.

>But staring at it made her feel as if part of her mind was losing it's grasp on what was real, the odd sensation swirling through her head again.

>Not unlike the way she felt in the woods...but there was no passenger, just the mysterious and sickening feeling that pushed her to her limit as she forced herself to break eye contact with it, the feeling subsiding promptly after.

>Morgan stayed totally quiet for the rest of the trip, her eyes fixed on Tula's receiver, idly rubbing her thumb over the exposed fire selector notches.

>Tula could tell she was nervous, not just because she was with Bishop--which was bad enough, but...because of what had happened to her earlier.

>And to top it all off now she was going toward the supposed hot bed of 'activity' in the woods, and she didn't know for what reason.

>He could tell she was ready for tonight to be over so she could go home.

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>>31750032

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>>31749528
Played out in my mind like the church scene in Kingsman. It played the Freebird solo too.

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>>31750072

>The truck bobbed a bit as it drearily pulled into the obscured pathway for the Heroine operation.

>Ritchie wasn't joking.

>Even through the windows Morgan felt like something was sitting on her chest, confining her breathing.

>It felt as if there were hundreds of eyes from unknown creatures bearing down on the truck through the trees, all of the hairs on her neck stood up.

>Her breathing spiked a bit.

>What the fuck was this fear...

>She tightened her grip on Tula carefully, her palms sweating, glancing at Bishop, whom appeared totally unconcerned.

>As if it were just another patch of woods to him.

>Morgan inhaled deeply as they came to a stop, the building was shrouded by massive trees, a few of which were draped with Spanish moss, eerily blowing in the wind like lost souls dancing lazily.

>The treetops here were so thick they blotted out the moonlight, obscuring the entire clearing for the small operation into total darkness.

>The Heroine building was much smaller and older, there was only an RV parked nearby the building, draped with some camouflage webbing, the interior lights of the pick up truck blaring on as Bishop opened his door, Morgan slowly doing the same, staying on her side of the truck.

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>>31750072
If DD has taught me anything, never touch fetishes.

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>>31750101

>Tula took a moment to speak.

>"Keep your head clear."

>He almost sounded compassionate.

>The thought of him doing so almost enough to make her forget about the situation for a moment...almost.

>The pressure crushing down on her was so sickeningly close to unbearable she had to fight the urge to get back into the truck and lock herself in.

>That feeling of being stared at, every nerve ending of her body responding to the sensation that she wasn't welcome here.

>She shook her head clear and kept in stride behind Bishop, catching up to him, the lanky man reaching the door of the building and shoving it open.

>The stench of Heroine smacked her directly in the face.

>That anti-septic band-aid-y smell crossed with the strong nostril burning sensation of vinegar, it made twitch just a little, rolling her eyes in mild disgust.

>Another smell was mingling with the drugs...

>It stank of rot.

>It got stronger and stronger as she walked in, Bishop reaching up and flicking on a light, the entire building illuminating, rows upon rows of tables loaded with heroine in the careful stages of being packed and loaded for transport.

>It was dirty, dingy...sickly in here.

>And that fucking smell, where the fuck was it coming from.

>She couldn't shake it.

>Bishop turned and looked at her, smirking some.

>"Stink?" He laughed a bit.

"Fuck...what the fuck is that...?"

>She choked her words pulling her teeshirt up over her nose like a mask.

>"See for yourself." Bishop laughed a bit, grabbing a 'freezer' door and yanking it open, the stink surging into the room, smacking Morgan in the face like a sledge hammer, making her gag even through her shirt.

>He shined a light inside the freezer, illuminating a humanoid shape.

>>31746732
Just caught up with this. I love the build up of suspense in this section. Really nice.

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>>31750153

>It was a cop.

>He sat there in the freezer, that obviously wasn't fucking working...his skin was grey...bloating.

>Flies were swarming his rotting corpse.

>She could see the maggots dancing in his spoiled flesh, black necrotic juices running down the sides of his "Face"...or what was left of it.

>The only eyeball he had left bulged from it's socket, yellowing and clouding over.

>His jaw hanging, crooked to one side, the place where the jaw SHOULD be connected was blown away, his dried tongue swollen and turning a shade of brown, lolling out of his macabre smile.

>The right side of his skull was split open, the back of his head mushroomed out like someone had put a shotgun in his mouth and pulled the trigger.

>The massive splatter on the freezer wall and all of his broken teeth a decent indication that her assumption was correct, birdshot holes peppering the ceiling, the blood long since having dried and gone sour.

>Morgan shook her head staring at the body, turning and stumbling outside, dropping her shirt and voiding her stomach on the ground, Bishop laughing from inside the building at her, the stink burned itself into her memory, coupled with the rotting body.

>She puked again.

>"Get it together." Tula admonished her, his words making her shake her head, spitting and wiping her mouth clean she turned and walked back.

>Bishop was smoking with a smirk on his face when she returned.

>"You fucked up my meth. You get to help me get rid of mister piggy."

>He laid his terms down, crossing his arms.

>The stink didn't bother him at all.

>It almost seemed like he liked the smell of it...the way he smiled.

"Ugh...fucking A....couldn't you have fucking done something with it earlier...the fuck..."

>Morgan shook her head as she talked, doing a good job of covering the dread and anguish she felt at the current moment.

when mom is done, I have a one-off story to post.

>they say that out there exists a unique gun store
>a gun store that can get you what your heart desires the most
>if you're willing to wait for it

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>>31750208

"Bacon's no good if you leave it out in the fucking sun."

>She added, smirking a bit, keeping her character in check.

>Bishop bought it, grinning back at her reply.

>"Go get the bag I brought."

>Bishop waved his hand at her dismissively, going inside the freezer and grabbing the dead cops ankles, pulling him down to his back from his slouched sitting position in the freezer floor.

>Morgan quickly scurried out after the bag, Tula speaking to her.

>"Keep your cool." He spoke calmly.

"Fuck...Fuck fuck fuck....fuck..."

>She whined a bit, shaking her head, tears starting to well up in her eyes thinking of the cop's body, Tula admonishing her again.

>"Keep. Your. Cool."

"Yeah...yeah..."

>She sniffed, wiping her face dry and grabbed the bag, the contents jingling a bit as she lifted it.

>Then she heard it.

>Rustling in the woods, her body freezing like prey being loomed over by a predator.