/wfg/ - Writefag General - "Words Und Boolits!" Edition

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>>31780682
>FALWritefag
Argentinian Rose
Rifles of 'Nam (on standbay)
Pale King's Disciple (ongoing)(updated)
http://pastebin.com/u/Falwritefag

>ATannie (ongoing)(updated)
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)
http://pastebin.com/1qS4EqXS

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

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

>Anons
It's about /k/ommandos removing supernatural kebab in the dark ages
http://pastebin.com/43gfWSPf
Some poetry
http://pastebin.com/rJEfGKRf
http://pastebin.com/BErbeUTY
Shotgun prevents a suicide (feels)
http://pastebin.com/g9srRrDn
L1A1 (ongoing)
http://pastebin.com/sCgZk6Nc
Serial 1: SHTF, /k/ommando must survive (ongoing)
http://pastebin.com/n4HLCXC0
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
AAI
http://pastebin.com/rqG4x42X
Don't sell your guns
http://pastebin.com/nY7nLVZe
Untiled(ongoing) [we'll put a title 'till it's kinda clear were this is going]
http://pastebin.com/u/AH64AnimeGirl
Feisty Muzzleloaders
http://pastebin.com/WJnSYPYv
Howa arrives (ongoing)
http://pastebin.com/xtSPHVDU
Viktoria
http://pastebin.com/5StKUQ9k
a short story of the rifle watching over it's owner as he went through life
http://pastebin.com/8nuWJjnU
Guns don't kill people
http://pastebin.com/PzmqEPJA

>HiPointHomie (on hiatus)
http://pastebin.com/eBS29hA2

>Vepr 12
Hotline Waffegeist series (ongoing)(updated)
http://pastebin.com/u/Vepr12

>AnonRhino (completed)
Lil'Chiappa
http://pastebin.com/JFGrpdjP

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>>31780712
>Tsuhna
Riikka (ongoing) (Updated)
untiled (ongoing) (suggest him a name)
http://pastebin.com/u/tsuhna

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

Anon-kun
L1A1 Parts Kit+Arms of side+just another day+browning+sks
http://pastebin.com/u/anon_kun

>PTRfag
Light My Fire (ongoing)
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)
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)
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(ongoing)
http://pastebin.com/98XiGE6z
what we lost (feels)
http://pastebin.com/3AZhcuqw

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

>mosinwritefag
http://pastebin.com/u/Myshka

>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

>556X51 stuff
http://pastebin.com/u/556x51NATO

>Ak 4OR (ongoing)
http://pastebin.com/MQQyKaf3

>Tacticalchucks (ongoing)
Chucks and Erica
Down the Road, Over the River
http://pastebin.com/u/Kolt1911

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>>31780727
>A. Shephard
Small zone of confort
http://pastebin.com/fLYuCuHz

>The Deplorable Phil Ossiferz Stone
Cold
http://pastebin.com/BM4imGQ4

>This stories are on an undifined hiautus
http://pastebin.com/fS17qWb7

>Some google docs of writefaggotry
http://pastebin.com/JUuF7HjC

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>>31780747
Some Guides and tips

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

>know about a link to a story that isn't here? send it to either polybus or Archivefag
[email protected]
[email protected]

Have fun kids, and happy writefagging.

Will there be more PTR soon?

>posting continuation to casefile 5
>jumping right into the smutty part
>wew

>>31778625

Dave grumbled at the comment. "Really now, what gave you that fucking idea..."

"Oh come on, keep the spaghetti in your pockets. Let's just try again, alright? And close your eyes this time."

He exhaled with a bit of embarrassment, and closed his eyes. She did as well, and met his lips with her own once more. They held the contact for a long while, before she had to break away to take a breath.

She chuckled a bit with her exhale, now getting flustered. "Better... better..."

Dave propped himself up on his elbows, and she sat up on his lap. "Are you... are you good to keep going?"

She nodded, and he sat up fully, wrapping his arms around her waist. He planted a few kisses on her collarbone and her neck, then went back to her lips. She parted them slightly for him, and soon he was caressing her tongue with his. It was somewhat clumsy, but every so often she'd break away to catch her breath, and didn't tell him to stop, so he took that as a good sign.

10/22, day 5.

>morning light plays across your face
>you wake up from a very sound sleep to being cocooned in blankets and limbs
>she's wrapped around you like she's trying to climb a tree
>she didn't even disturb your sleep doing that
>it's strange how a person can get used to something so quickly
>your thoughts are interrupted by a call of nature
>you gently try to extract yourself from her grasp
>she just mumbles incoherently and tries to pull you tighter
>dammit woman, not now
>finally weasel out of her grasp and make it to the bathroom
>sweet glorious relief
>wash your hands and come back to the bedroom
>all you can see on the bed is a bundle of blankets and one foot sticking out
>feeling devious, you sneak up to deliver tickles
>you only get a few in before you're hit in the face with a pillow
>you look up to see her half-asleep and scowling at you
>she shakes her head at you, and burrows back under the covers – completely, this time
>but you have a pillow now
>ho-ho-ho
>you smack the blankets a couple times where her head should be
>you hear a muffled annoyed growl in response
>”Go 'way.”
>you've never really known where to leave well enough alone
>hit the blankets a couple more times with the pillow
>”Quit iiiiiit.”
>couple more times
>suddenly the comforter is thrown at you
>you can't see
>clever girl
>she jumps off the bed and tackles you
>as least this time you only thunk your head on carpeting, so it doesn't scramble your eggs too badly
>she starts hitting you with a pillow
>”I said go away and let me sleep you butthead!”
>each word is punctuated with a hit from the pillow
>you're only half-heartedly trying to defend yourself
>between being tangled in a comforter, getting the wind knocked out from the tackle, and trying to stop laughing
>she drags the comforter off of you and crawls back into bed with a huff
>leaving you weakly laughing on the floor
>you decide maybe you've antagonized her enough this morning

(cont'd)

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Got photoshop to work as needed for NEF files. Now I'll work more on What We Lost.

>>31780860

>pick yourself up off the floor and head for the kitchen
>start making some breakfast and a pot of coffee
>as you're in the middle of eating, she comes out of the bedroom looking embarassed
>she's only wearing her shirt from yesterday
>she scoops the eggs and hashbrowns you left in the pan for her and gets a cup of coffee
>she sits down quietly across from you and starts eating
>it looks like she has something on her mind
>so naturally, you let the silence grow until she has to break it
>”Sorry...” she says softly
“For what?”
>”I... I'm not a morning person.”
“I noticed. I kinda brought it on myself. Don't sweat it, we're good.”
>she seems a lot more relaxed now
>after she's done eating she takes her plate and yours into the kitchen
>she comes back and hugs you from behind
>soft and squishy
>”So what are we doing today?”
“Well... I've been thinking. You've got that North Carolina license, yeah?”
>”Mm-hmm!”
>she runs off to the bedroom, and comes back with the license and Social Security card
>you look closely at them
>the damn things sure look real enough
>the license looks right, with the watermarks and everything
>says it was issued October 4th, 2012, expires next year
“Did you have to go in and get your picture taken?”
>she frowns
>”Yeah, we spent close to 4 hours there for something that only takes ten minutes.”
>you ponder this for a moment
“Well, since you're up here now we should transfer it to this state.”
>she swats your arm
>”I don't want to spend all day stuck in a government office!”
“Well, if we get there early, we'll be able to get out early. Let's go.”
>she sighs
>”Fiiiiiine. Let me go look decent.”
>she disappears into the bathroom for about a half hour, comes back looking beautiful
>she changes into street clothes – another loose-fit plain t-shirt and a set of yoga pants
>you head out to the car and head off to the DMV

(cont'd)

>>31780950
>it's about an hour's drive so you settle in and set the cruise
>she flips through the radio until she gets to a classic country station
>she starts softly singing along to everything that comes on
>you can't help but smile at her singing along to Jerry Reed, Waylon Jennings, and C.W. McCall

>you get into the DMV and thankfully the lot is only about half-full
>you get her a number at the door and the two of you work your way through the application form
>as you two wait, the lobby fills up with people
“See, this is why I said to get here early.”
>she gently elbows you in the ribs
>they finally call her number
>the two of you come up to the counter and present the form, her old ID, and Social Security card
>the old lady at the counter asks for a birth certificate and proof of residency
“Umm, well, she lives with me. But we didn't bring a birth certificate.”
>you don't think Ruger issues those, and if they did you doubt the DMV would accept one
>she turns on the charm against the DMV lady though
>”We didn't know you needed one. It's an hour drive just to get here. Please can you take care of it? Pleaaaase?”
>the DMV tries to relent, but caves in the face of such adorableness
>glad to see I'm not the only one that falls victim to it
>one set of pictures and 20 minutes later, we walk out of the DMV
>she's holding a shiny new Wisconsin driver's license in the name of Ruby Storm
“Well, I guess this means Ruby's officially your name now. At least in the eyes of the government. Though we could still get if changed if you wanted to.”
>”Ruby's a nice name... but I was hoping for a different last name...”
>she starts blushing
“What last name did you have in mind?”
>Ruby stops next to the car and turns to look at you
>her entire face is the color of her name
>yet she still manages to pull off a coy look
>”Yours.”
>it takes a moment to process this
“Eh-heh-heh, what?”
>”Your last name.”

(cont'd)

>>31780964

>you start waving your hands like you're trying to ward off a spider web
“Oh no, no no no no no. That's way too fast! Way too fast!”
>Ruby steps closer to you and speaks in a quiet voice
>”But I'm your rifle! We're supposed to be together forever.”
“That doesn't mean I'm just going to rush headlong into marriage!”
>she pouts, and then her face lights up as she has an idea
>”Spoils of war!”
“No, that doesn't work like that.”
>”Awww, come on!”
“Keep it up and we won't stop for Culver's on the way home.”
>”What's a Culver's?”
“Really good burgers and stuff. We can get that, or...”
>the promise of food has saved you for now as she bolts for the passenger's side of the car
>as the two of you drive towards home, you try to make conversation
“So since you have a driver's license... have you ever driven before?”
>Ruby nods
>”Dad used to have an old F150 with a stick shift that he taught me to drive. I used to run errands around town and stuff for him.”
“Well, shoot, if I'd have known I'd have had you drive home.”
>she shakes her head
>”I don't know the way home yet, and I don't really like driving on the Interstate. Too much traffic.”
>you drive along, her humming along to the radio, and finally get off the Interstate
>right near the offramp is the Culver's restaurant
>you park and head inside
>Ruby stares wide-eyed at the menu
>”Oh my gosh, there's so much stuff!”
>she seems to pull herself back a little, and turns to you
>”W-well, what are you getting, Anon?”
>you look at her a little puzzled
“Why's that matter?”
>she looks nervous, and a little embarassed
>”I-I don't want you to spend more on my food than yours.”
>you touch her cheek gently
“Hey, don't worry. This is my treat, get whatever you want.”
>her face brightens up, and she smiles
>”You mean that?”
“Yeah, go nuts.”
>she hugs you and runs up to the counter

(cont'd)

>>31781028

>you might've spoken too soon, as she orders a double cheeseburger meal with everything, and a family-size order of cheese curds, and a chocolate shake
>you get just a small cheeseburger meal with a shake, hoping to scam some cheese curds off of Ruby
>when they bring the food out, she attacks it like she hasn't been fed in a week
>you're able to get some cheese curds while she mauls the burger
>how can a girl that small find room for all that food?
>you're still halfway through your food when she's done with hers and start eyeing your fries
“Back off fuzzball, these are mine.”
>she tries to give you puppy dog eyes, but it's not going to work
>it's not going to work damnit
>argh
“Fiiine, you can have some. Some.”
>that lasts about 20 seconds until all of them are gone
>you look up at her, vaguely annoyed
>she smiles back, trying to be all innocent
“I know I gave you food this morning. So where did all of that go?”
>”Well, it just smelled so good that I couldn't help myself!”
>at least you cadged enough cheese curds to not be hungry
>the two of you head on home
>you barely make it a mile from the restaurant and Ruby is curled up asleep in the seat
>food-induced coma, it looks like
>you do your best to drive gently on the ride home
>when you get home you pick her up out of the car and carry her inside
>she sleepily wraps her arms around you and rests her head on your shoulder
>you lay her down in bed and tuck her in
>it's not that late in the evening, so you decide to play some vidya
>after a few hours, you decide to call it a night
>shower and shave
>come into the bedroom
>Ruby is still sleeping
>you softly slip under the covers and snuggle up next to her
>goodnight

end of day five

How do you guys feel about an SKS story with a fuck ton of feels?

>>31781112
Do it. Make me want to drown in booze.

>>31781112
do it son

>>31781112
If you had gotten quads maybe id be down
But go ahead, ill go from my pub rock station to something more depressing
Like the debates.

>>31781112
eh, why not

>>31781132
>>31781134
>>31781136
>>31781159

Alright, it'll be a bit. Just gotta finish this part and proofread l.

>>31781221
While we are waiting then, whats your drinking songs anons?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yGL4ZtvDN0o

>>31781250

I'm >>31781221

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CjDw6NVQDjA

posted it last night, but really anything by johnny hobo and the freight trains.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TRS9Bz0IH54

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>>31781385
>>31781325

>>31781435
also check out wing nut dishwashers union.

>>31781637
I'm working on it.

>>31780855

His hands started to ride down her sides, until he reached the hem of her shirt. At which point he slipped his fingers underneath and started to pull upwards.

With a single easy motion, he pulled her shirt up and over her head. He didn't know how or why he was doing it, but accepted it as one of those decisions made in the heat of the moment. Chris even lifted her arms up to allow it to happen.

She was left with her upper body clad in just her camouflage bra. She blushed profusely and looked away, but Dave took the opportunity to wrap her in his arms again and plant a few more kisses on her neck.

Gently and slowly, he started pushing her back down onto her back, and ran his hands over her body.

Down from her shoulders, her arms... to her sides and navel... down to her hips, and back up again... feeling every inch of smooth, soft skin...

Moving his hands back up, he came to carefully cup her breasts, still covered by the bra. He leaned down and kissed the top of one, then the other, eliciting a small moan from her.

He moved his hands again, and pushed the straps down her shoulders, intending to fully expose her...

And all the while she fiddled with the button and zipper of his trousers... getting them open and sliding them down his hips...

"Wait... w-wait... stop..."

>>31781028
>Culver's
My esteemed loli of exquisite taste.

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>>31781653
Gotta say, KvW, with how you set up your characters, and how natural this progression feels, I'm not at all bothered by the events going on. Feels very realistic in terms of relationships, and I normally despise lewd writing.

Feel proud of yourself, you're leagues above just about every anon that gets to this part.

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You guys make sure you're caught up. I updated twice at the very end of the last thread.

Light My Fire (PTR/HK) cont.

>Guerrilla Radio starts playing in my head
>the dirt is thrown from my boots' treads
>briefly wonder if baseball cleats would be more effective here
>50 yards ahead, the m1 carbine sits on a wood table
>my heart pounds to the tempo of:
As the polls close like a casket
On truth devoured
A silent play in the shadow of power
>Reach the table and stop in a cloud of dust
>grab up my little jungle gun and drop the bolt
>throw up the rifle
>fix it against my pectoral
>the rear aperture lines up with the front trident
Monopolized!
>five steel silhouettes 30 yards ahead
>3 shots each
>Rose is on the clock
>level the sights one the first target
>her trigger is similar in feel to a milspec AR trigger
>breaks cleaner though
>CRACK!
>her steal buttpad thumps my shoulder just softer than an AK
>a 110 grain S&B load crashes into the plate with a force similar to a .44 magnum and destroys itself
>it's ring is violently load
>Squeeze off a couple of more shots
>CRACK!
>CRACK!
>eliminate the target
>transition to the next
>aim low at the groin
>allow compensation for her muzzle climb
>lean all my weight on her stock
>CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
>rapidly unzip that silhouette
>three silver craters in a vertical line
>translation to the next plate with the same plan
>aim at the stomach region
>CRACK! -
>squeeze her dead trigger
>nothing
>"oh shit!" Rose's world collapses
>she failed
>it was only a matter of time
>her face becomes bright red, and her heart drops
>a chill runs up her spine as a rock grows in her throat
>fuck!
>I look at her receiver
>she's failed to feed
>the cartridge is out of battery by a full inch
>time is slipping away
>before she can react, I use the meat at the base of my thumb to punch the bolt home
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil
>chambered, I reacquire the target
>send the next two rounds into the steel
>push on
>it's all I can do

>>31781747
custom cement mixer with vanilla, caramel, brownie and snickers.

will make you cry tears of jiy man.

>>31781221

Alright, here we go. This is the first thing I've written in forever, so criticism is welcome. If it blows and you guys want me to stop, let me know.

Goddammit.

God fucking dammit.

Why did it have to happen now.

I had been stable for nearly a decade. Shit, the doctor even said that if this kept up we could drop the yearly checkups all together.

But that's all just a moot fucking point now isn't it.

God damnit.

It started small. Just a feeling, an inkling, something that I couldn't quite see and yet couldn't blink away.

I thought it was just a smudge on my glasses, or allergies, or just a trick of the light. It had to be something else, anything but that.

It'll just go away, it's not a problem, it's just the light. Nothing. Is. Wrong.

The problem is, it didn't go away. It was almost noticeable now, the slight shift in perception of how things looked, the ever increasing dread that welled up inside of me.

Yet still I didn't make the call.

I was afraid.

I was afraid of what he might say. Even though I knew what it was, if no one else knew I could keep denying what was wrong. I could keep denying what was going to happen over the next few months or only take a few seconds. I could keep denying what nobody could fix.

Searing light shined into my one working eye as the doctor reassured me that it would only be a few more seconds.

"Alright that's it" he said as he pulled away and flicked off the head mounted lamp.

"And?" I said.

He just looked at me and sighed. "I'm sorry Jake, there is a tear in your retina. I'm referring you to the specialist in Detroit".

I waited at the front desk and waited for the nurse to get off the phone. She printed out a slip of paper and handed it to me "here's the information for your appointment, sign here please" I did as instructed and shoved the folded piece of paper into my cargo pants. "Have a nice day" she said as I turned to leave.

"Uh huh, yeah" I muttered as I walked away pulling on my gloves.

>>31781758
spasibo
I really do appreciate it

>>31781766
Mine's kinda similar, just replace the caramel and snickers with oreo. Can't stand the taste of caramel and never liked snickers because of not liking caramel (duh)

>>31781796
My eyes still stung from the exam as I pulled out my phone.

"Hey mom, I just got done, yeah, it's bad. Uh huh they want me there tomorrow at eight. Alright, I'll be up by then. No, I'm just going to go home. Yeah, love you too. Bye"

That was two days ago, and there wasn't a damn thing they could do. Any surgery would would likely do more harm than good. So they decided that it would be best to wait and see.

"Bullshit. I'm fucking done" I thought as I took another drink from the nearly empty sake bottle. "Just wait and fucking see" I said aloud to the empty apartment, Masha just looked at me and meowed. "Oh really cat?, ya think so?" I said as she trotted over next to her sister and sat down. Another drink, and I set the empty bottle next to the two still full ones at my feet. "Not a damn thing they can do, I just gotta rely on blind luck huh?" I chuckle to myself and mutter "fucking bullshit"

I drink, and shitpost, and cry, and drink a lot more. I can't do this anymore, I'm scared, and I just want this to end. I sigh and slowly get up and stumble into the only bedroom. It takes me a bit to dig the rifle case out from under a mountain of clothes in my closet.

Tossing it on the bed, I grope around in my nightstand for some rounds that I know are there. I find what I'm looking for and go back to the case on my bed. Shooing a cat out of the way I unzip the case and pull out my sks.

I set the rifle on the couch next to the medical report "not a damn thing huh?"

I hear a high pitched meow and look over to the other cat sitting near the half full food dish. "What's up V? Want some more food?" She starts chowing down on the now overflowing dish "yeah of course you do fatass" I say and chuckle.

>>31781816
understandable.

>>31781829
make a cap or you got this?

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>>31781041
Jesus fuck that was so sweet amd comfy you might give others diabetes

>>31781829
I pull the bolt back with a metallic clack and load the four rounds I grabbed, a quick jerk and the bolt snaps closed chambering the first round .

Tears drop onto the dark wood stock of the old yugoslavian rifle "fucking bullshit" I say and start sobbing.

"Fucking bullshit"

I set my glasses next to me and look down the barrel at a loaded chamber. It's not the first time I've seen this in the past few years, but I hope it's the last.

I take a shaking breath and put the muzzle under my chin, groping with my left hand down the bayonet, past the magazine, and finally to the trigger gaurd.

"Fucking bullshit" I say as I start sobbing even harder.

Slowly the trigger starts to move, creeping ever closer to the point that will end everything.

I pull it the final fraction of an inch

Click

I let out a small cry in shock and look down at the rifle. "What the fuck" I say and chamber another round

Click

Another

Click

"Just let me fucking die already"

Click

Yelling I throw the rifle against the wall and put my head in my hands sobbing.

A while later I get up and go into the kitchen "at least I can still get lethal alcohol poisoning" I say as I pull a half gallon of shitty vodka and a mason jar of moonshine from the fridge.


Alright, that's all I have pretyped so far

>>31781845
I still have to make a pastebin for it, just a sec

>>31781919
works for me mate. take your time

>>31781903
2realbro

>>31781653
He pulled back immediately, afraid of overstepping his bounds.

"What's wrong?" he asked breathlessly. "What did I do wrong?"

Chris exhaled and shook her head. "Nothing, nothing's wrong..."

"Then what was it?"

"It's just... this is all so much to take in... I want this, trust me... but... not tonight... we can't do thos tonight..."

Dave sat back on his knees, catching his breath, the blood flowing back into his head. "Okay... that's... fine..."

"Again... it's not that I don't want to, but-"

"No, no, I understand... really, I do... this can wait, yeah?"

She nodded and rubbed her eyes. "Yeah." She sat up and grabbed her shirt and putnit back on.

Dave zipped up his pants, and almost swore he could hear his manhood making a sad puppy dog noise as he put it away.

Chris took a deep breath and laid down on top of her sleeping bag, facing away from Dave. He did much the same, trying to kill the thoughts of the beautiful music she and him were about to make together.

"Goodnight, Dave..."

"Sleep well, Chris..."

The tension inside the tent was palpable, thick enough to be cut with a bayonet.

Neither of them got much sleep that night.

>>31781931
OK, made the pastebin

http://pastebin.com/ExrqQmCd

>>31781973
Sorry about interrupting your sexy shit with feels

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>>31781973
You bastard, I was ready!

Also,
>See Shokan's post on how he will draw raifus in maid outfits
>mfw read descriptions
>mfw literally loli-tier height

This is what I get for lugging heavy shit around.
Fucking manlet, when will I ever learn.

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>>31781973
This feels too real.

>>31782015
thanks man.

>>31781973
2 realistic here with the autims

>>31781765
>FTF
I was expecting this and it still hit me hard.

>>31781903
Son, you know im the conducter of the feelstrain right?

This is bullshit
4 years
4 years of hard work
Sure, he had broken some rules, but he stood by those actions
After 4 years
He comes home to find his parents in fucking debt
A lot of debt
So he sinks his ideas of being an independent
He sinks his money into setting his parents up
390G
Enough to pay off their debts and set them up with a nice home that they would own
Of course, no sooner do the debts get paid off than the bank account gets wiped
Youd think FDIC would cover that
You know, considering thats the entire point of it
Nope
Legal bullshit
So now he had worked for 4 years, basically for free
all that work
all that pain
everything he had done
all for nothing
Fucking bullshit.

>>31782095
Im tired of putting up with this bullshit
Grandad's old 16 gauge will do nicely
So he assembled it
Feeding all the pieces together as he had hundreds of times before
Properly oiled, bold working smoothly as it ever had
Nows the time
He grabbed a box of shells by habit
then he laughed
He didnt need a box
He opened it and removed a single shell of 00 buckshot
This will do
He knew that well enough
He had seen how this had worked out for dozens before him
so he loaded the shell and worked the mirror polished bolt
Shli-Chunk
Good to go
Now, where?

>>31782139
Hmm...
The bathroom?
No, too unexpected, no one deserves to walk into that while looking to take a piss
His room?
No, he didnt want to ruin the room for his parents
Only one answer stood out in his head
The oak
His oak
The tree he spent most of his time in and around here
It would make a perfect final resting place
So he made the short walk through his yard, ensuring that his neighbors couldnt see him.
He sat down against the massive tree, the shade of it cool against his skin
He was crying
He didnt know why, but he noticed his vision blurring and his face was wet
Ah wells
No point in dragging this out
Click
A dud
In a new box
The only dud this gun had ever seen
He laughed
Thats when reality sank in
His laughter went quickly to sobbing
At his plight
At his mistakes
At the dead men behind him
At what he had almost done

http://pastebin.com/v2LbQby8

>>31781973
I hope someone/thing cucks Chris

>>31782344
Grassman almost did

>>31781903
I pass out on the couch part way through the jug of shitty vodka and another bottle of sake gone with some depressing anime on my laptop

I wake up in my bed with a deafening hangover. Every noise and every light just makes my head burn with an intolerable pain, but Im lying up against something warm and soft, so that's nice.

Wait, what the fuck? I notice the arm draped over my side and the hand on my chest. Jerking with shock I scramble out of bed and land on my ass.

"Who the fuck are you?" I say to the blurry figure laying on the bed as I try to grab my glasses off the nightstand.

The figure resolves into a woman who looks to be in her twenties with pale skin and dark brown hair. She sits up and yawns. She blinks and her feline ears twitch.

"It's ok, I'm your rifle. I'm not going to hurt you." She says in a soft and warm voice.

"W-what?" I stutter

"And I know what you're thinking, and I'm nothing like Misaki" she says and smiles.

This can't be happening...

Alright, that's it for tonight. What do you guys think? Should I keep going?

>>31780860
>>31780950
>>31780964
>>31781028
>>31781041

pastebinned: http://pastebin.com/abpLLab4

>>31782494
Yes

>>31782494
You need to ask? Of course, yes.

>>31782587
>>31782612

OK, anything I can improve on that jumps out at you guys?

>>31782644
I don't understand anon's problem fully. Is he going full blind, or just blind in one eye?

>>31782644
Some background as to why he is a wreck? Besides why his vision is wonky?

http://pastebin.com/ywAJj7cy

>>31782669
>>31782676
He is going blind and tries to an hero, should have made it more clear

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>>31782494
pic related

>>31782644
like everyone else said, the vision thing. like, he has glasses because his eyes are shot, but one of them is coming apart now?

>>31782716
Yeah, kinda drawing from personal experience here. One is tearing it's self apart from the inside. And one is completely nonfunctional.

>>31782669
>>31782716

This is something that can be easily explained later on, it's a good exposition and character building point.

>>31782644

Just keep going. I'm hooked.

Hey guys. Here's a bit more of What We Lost.


>The morning after is off to a grinding start.
>Hangovers always seem to be the last thought a drunk man has, but they make themselves well known before long.
>The light flowing through the window prevents you from sleeping it off, so you quit trying.
>Rising slowly out of bed, you feel Wilma slip off your side.
>Grabbing her by the neck returns her back to the steel and wood you are well acquainted with.
>You place the handgun in your side pocket and slip out of bed at a snail's pace.
>After a quick trip to the bathroom, both to take a morning leak and to find something for the hangover.
>The handgun in your pocket feels oddly warm.
>Woops.
"Sorry you had to hear that, Wilma."
>Climbing down the stairs takes a bit of caution.
>When you reach the bottom, the smell of eggs takes a hold of you.
>You creep around the living room and to the kitchen doorway.
>If Jane ignored you when you told her to get out, you don't know what you'll do.
>She may have been family, but so was Ida.
>Peeking through the doorway, you see a tall, slender woman.
>You recognize her as your grandfather's Marlin 1895 SBL by her oddly bluish-gray hair.
>Being a newer rifle, she isn't familiar to you outside of your last visit.
"Good morning. Marleen was it?"
>Sometimes, your gramps wasn't too imaginative
>The Marlin turns her head to you and smiles.
>"Morning Mister Anon, it's a pleasure to see you again."
>You glance at the garage door across the living room.
"Guess I didn't lock the safe up last night. Sorry about that."
>She closes her blue eyes and shrugs, mouth straight in a nonchalant expression.
>"It's okay. We're all just glad you saved us from the locksmith when you did. How did you sleep?"
>You let out a sigh as you check the fridge.
>It's full of vegetarian only junk.
>Oh well, free food courtesy of your sister.

>>31782893

>Curiosity takes over as you take a jug of milk out.
"Slept pretty good. Kinda hungover right now, though. Have you seen my sister around anywhere?"
>Marleen is back to tending to the eggs, which you see she has scrambled in a large pot.
>Probably cooking for the whole safe.
>"I haven't. Her car wasn't in the garage this morning."
>Good.
>At least she was smart enough to get out.
>You were never one to get angry, so your outburst last night should have shook her up pretty good.
>After pouring yourself a glass, you set the jug on the counter.
>Marleen has moved the eggs off the stove and onto a pot holder.
>A plate of eggs and freshly toasted... toast sit with a fork on the counter next to the pot.
"That my plate?"
>"Mhmm. I hope you like it."
>You grab your glass and plate and head for the table.
"I'm sure I will. Thank you, Marleen."
>You set your plate and glass at the end of the table, and Wilma in front of the seat on the side.
>Taking your own seat, you dig in.
>The eggs are delicious.
>It's an easy guess as to which rifle handled your grandfather's breakfasts at least.
>Even without any sausage, it's a fine meal with plenty of well used spices.
>It's not long before the eggs and toast are gone, and your milk used to wash it all down along with the aspirin you found.
>Marleen is still preparing plates for the others in the kitchen, so you decide to wait for the rest at the table.
>Sliding your plate forward, you rest your head in your arms.
>No matter how much you try not to, you can't stop thinking about Ida.
>She's gone, and it's all your fault.
>There's nothing you can do about it either.
>The guilt hurts almost as much as the loss.
>You feel two sets of arms wrap around you from both sides.
>Recognizing the set from the right is easy.

>>31782906

>It's the CMP M1 Garand known as Emilia your grandfather used for hunting and bear defence.
>You're ashamed that you recognized her by well endowed region granted by the thick forend of her stock.
>The set on your left isn't quite as endowed, and if you had to guess, it was the M1901a3.
>Eliza and Emilia were practically sisters, both being CMP rifles.
>And as such, they could usually be found around each other at any given moment.
>Eliza is the first to speak.
>"I'm so glad to see you again, Annie."
>Emilia pops in after.
>"Yeah, it's been too long, you little brat. How's the old man?"
>Your breathing hitches.
>Of course they wouldn't know.
>They were in the safe ever since he left.
>You can't bear to face either one of them.
>After a moment of silence, the two girls release you and back off slightly.
>Emilia breaks her silence first.
>"Annie, is something wrong?"
>Finally the strength to face her wells up, and you turn your head to look at her.
>Your expression is almost enough of an answer, as she brings her hand to her gaping mouth.
>"No..."
"I'm sorry, girls. I'm so sorry."
>Your head drops back down and your eyes shut tight.
>How could you not even let them know last night?
>You didn't even tell Wilma.
>She might've thought he was still alive when she said she missed him, and it didn't even occur to you.
>Once again, you let them down.

>>31781973
Fucking damn it. I was even listening to this for what I thought was coming.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUis9yny_lI

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>>31782910

>There's a familiar feeling of a head burying into your chest.
>It's soon joined by the more recent feeling of the two sets of arms wrapping around you again.
>This time, you keep strong and hold back tears before they threaten to build up.
>You won't let them down.
>Somehow, some way, you'll make things right again.
>Your arms press the two taller girls into you and Wilma, securing the four of you in a group hug.
>Despite the sobbing coming from Emilia and Wilma, you can feel them support you just as much as you support them.
>Eliza's voice is weak and mournful.
>"Annie, please don't leave us here again."
>Your hold on her tightens further.
"I won't let you girls go. I won't let anything hurt you again. I promise. I just wish..."
>The strength backing up your voice gives way to the pain of last night.
"I just wish I could tell Ida the same thing."

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>>31781765
Light My Fire (PTR/HK) cont.

>push on
>it's all I can do
>the little carbine is starting to settle in now
>Rose is getting into the zone
>where I see a black silhouette, she sees a jap
>seconds pass as I eliminate the third
>just like the second
>The cracks of her report are just as load as the ARs'
>she barks with fervor as the steel plates are laid to rest
>i reach the final target
>as I finish, I know all eyes will be on us
>the reload
>aim at the liver
>even squeeze
>Rose cracks as the projectile is slung forth
>impact in the liver
>low bore axis is really something at close range
> I trust her to find the target as I feather the trigger as fast as my fingers allow
>each time, the bolt slams to the rear and rides home
>smoldering brass flies
>heart
>head
>hit!
>hit!
None of the above!
Fuck it!
Cut the cord!
>I finger the mag release
>catch it and push it into my dump pouch
>pull a fresh one from my vest
>it slides right in
>with my left, I reach under the receiver and rack her bolt
>the glorious metallic sound of the M1 carbine's action is almost art
>it IS art
>Rose's eyes grow large, "Did anon just reload me like an AK?!"
>"l've never been reloaded in such a manner"
Lights out!
Guerrilla Radio!
Turn that shit up!
>the clock runs as I begin my sprint to the next box
>20 yards and stop
>a Charlie horse is holding ten small gongs is out in front
>2 shots on each
>let gravity be instead of trying to outrun it I guess
>start with the bottom
>left to right
>level the sights on the first plate
>CRACK!
>The plate topples end over end as it wraps itself up in its chains
>move on to the next one
>CRACK!
>continue with the systematic plate extermination
>CRACK!
>CRACK!
>Last one on the bottom
>dead trigger
>goddamnit
>another failure to feed
>I don't have time for this
>slam the bolt home again
>reshoulder the carbine
>she thumps the last plate
>move to the top
>Snap all five without incident
>Times a'runnin'

>>31782920
That's it for tonight. More tomorrowish maybe.

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>>31782923
I can barely see anymore. Double vision. That all the story from me tonight.

>>31782929
Buddy, I think I'll it a night with ya.

>>31782966
Alright, good update you got there. Don't you dare have a squib happen or I'll find you and gut you.

>>31782977
Thanks! And no squibs will occur.
>No one dies in this story. They just get really big boo-boos

Your story just makes me rage. I see my carbine in it and I just don't know what I'd do if any of that had occurred.

>>31782893
>>31782906
>>31782910
>>31782920
;-;
Jesus fuck I need more liquor

>>31783018
I'm glad it invokes emotion like it does. I was worried that doing a feelsy story would seem too silly and immersion-less to actually work. Seems a lot of people think otherwise.

Well, even I like where my story is going.
Serial 1, signing on.

>>31775056

Sun is now halfway throught the sky, and the bumbling about of the Chinese can be heard as the sound of vehicles began to fill the air.

You place your things in your bag in an organized manner, charger and all that. The Nokia showed no signal bar, confirming your suspicions that the towers are down.

Amelia still has your earphones on, listening to whatever is being broadcasted on the station. You just let her keep it.

She has already put back on the field jacket she has hung up and dried last night.

>Hey, I would prefer that you would take that off. It would be really...

She displays a somewhat ridiculous grin at you, like how a dog displays their teeth in aggression.

She must be really that attached to that jacket.

You just let out a sigh and tell her it's fine, she could wear it all she want.

Women are weird, weapon women even more so.

You put your thought back on your method of escape. The tape and wrapping paper might buy you some time, and you are fairly good at flying helicopters in the simulator, but at the end of a day a simulator is just a simulator.

Fuck it, you thought.

You really want off this hill.

As you are all packed up to leave, you hand over the roll of tape and wrapping paper to Amelia, who just takes it with no problem. You then take a look at the two weapons you have.

The QBZ and the USP lay on the table.

You just handed the QBZ to Amelia, along with two spare mags you kept in the bag. She jams them in the mag pocket of her cargo pants.

The USP went to you. It only had the magazine inserted as it's ammunition.

One mag is enough, you thought.

You make sure that the building appears undisturbed before you went out the door.

>>31783036
pls don't die

Anyone got the link for the discord chat?

>>31783050
https://discord.gg/dDtdw

>>31783062
Thanks fampai

>>31783049
I ain't dropping dead before fenstein or hillshit!

>>31783038
It definitely works. Especially on me. My carbine means more to me than any of the others, based on sentimental reasons.

>>31783041

You began hiking up the incline, making sure that nobody sees you in doing so. In broad daylight. This part does seem a bit too silent, no cars ever pass through here.

>Hey Amelia, isn't it a bit odd for a weapon spirit to carry another weapon?
>"It is, yes, but I had done this earlier in the sewers right?"

As quickly the conversation started did it die down too.

You really hope no one sees you two right now, because people carrying weapons up a hill with no proper uniform is suspicious as hell.

After what seemed to be hours, the two of you finally reached the chain-link fence of the station. This is where your handy pliers come in, to snip off sections of the fencing material to allow rhe two of you to get in and up the helipad.

After an hour of snipping, you two finally manage to slip through unnoticed. The helicopter, a white Eurocopter AS350 sat on the pad like it was a trophy for you to get.

Time to get down to work, you thought as the two of you began to walk up the helipad and to the helicopter.

You began to doubt yourself as you peeked in the cockpit. You recognize bits here and there, like the cyclic and the collective, but to start the helicopter?

>Ah, there's a checklist for that.

You and Amelia began to get down to work. You gave her the scissors from the multitool and showed her a photo of the Chinese roundel on the phone.

She was a fast learner, for she immediately went to work on the shapes on the wrapping paper.

You left her to the pad as you went inside a tiny shack to get the keys for the helicopter. The door was unlocked, luckily, and inside you went.

The keys hung from an organizer, with the fob emblazoned with the Eurocopter text. You just unhooked it from there and back outside you went.

You then hear something.

It was the sound of a gate opening.

The drone of a car engine then filled the air with a lowly growl, then it stopped.

>>31783299

You throw your bag and handgun into the helicopter's cabin and then run up to Amelia and helped her to tape up the shapes on to the sides of the helicopter, pulling off a rather convincing roundel.

As you finish taping the one up the other side, something on the helicopter began to wind up, then it was followed by the characteristic whir of the turbine that progressively went louder.

A peek on the cockpit gives you the sight of a young girl on one of the seats, pressing and flipping switches.

You had Amelia go in the rear door as you went up front to gain entry to the cockpit.

>"You see Chuck, I certainly do have a Helicopter Certification, but it would take some time adjusting to this body."
The girl said in a serious tone, yet it sounded so cute.

You just laugh at on how your plan went past ridiculous and now borderline cuckoo.

>"Alright everyone fasten your belts, we are now taking-off."

The little girl spoke through her headset as the turbine now spooled up to full power and the blades spun with a fury.

The helicopter threw up dust as it began to rise in the air.

>>31781028
>Culver's
You truly are mah nigga.

'Sup, /wfg/. Seems quiet, so I'll post. Wrote a bit more. I do actually know where I'm going with this now, so that's a plus. Maybe it won't end up as aimless unfinished half-chapters, after all.

I'm still unsure about the whole writing thing so criticism is definitely welcome, let me know if there's something I'm doing wrong, or if you think I'm beyond saving and should just give up already.

http://pastebin.com/SEnWkQME

>>31783440

You turn your head towards the back, where Amelia is sitting on one of the seats. She seemed really doubtful whether the whole scenario was actually real.

The intercom crackled up once again.

>"So, where do you two want to go?"

Your attention returns to the little girl that served as your pilot. She appears to be barely 14 and does appear to be European, yet she sports a pair of aviators like a champ.

>"Hey Chuck, don't eye me like that. It would be illegal to do anything to me, and even though I look like this I am a man.

>Well Bill, like the new body you have?

>"It does feel ridiculous to be in control of a female body, but this would serve the purpose."

She (or he) tunes the radio to some frequency you have no idea existed.

>"Uh, looks like we've got company."
Amelia said as she looked out of the window.

Two Chinese attack helicopters are tailing you, each seemingly armed to the brim with missiles.

>"Just keep calm, everyone."

The girl said, holding the helicopter on a straight heading so as to allow the pursuers to catch up.

Amelia is now gripping her rifle, ready to fire at moment's notice.

It seemed like the helicopters are not convinced with your markings and their nose guns began to turn toward you.

>"Well, they don't seem to be too happy with having us, everybody hang on!"

The helicopter then entered a steep dive, plummeting down onto the ground. She then pulls up 10 feet above ground.

The helicopter then weaved through houses in a subdivision as the two followed suit. The two helicopters fired off their autocannons at you.

Despite the maneuvering, a few rounds actually manage to hit the helicopter, boring a few holes here and there. The machine is now barreling down an empty road with a bridge up ahead.

>Uh Bill, I know that you are a bit busy right now, but can I take over the controls?

He acknowledges this and allows you to take over.

>I now have control.

You said over the intercom as the helicopter pitched up.

Continuing this: http://pastebin.com/06Rbchbb for anyone who's interested, feedback is appreciated


>'That was a weird dream' Ah thought to mahself, well it don' matter none, all that matters is breakfast
"George, GEORGE! Wake up, i's 6:00 ayy emm awlready!"
"Uh sorry, George isn't here, but I am about to start cooking, any requests?"
>'Aw hell' Ah decided Ah might as well open mah eyes to make sure
>'Lesse, hwite ceilin', green walls, Darla on a couch, and finally, perv-Ah mean "Anon" '
>'We ain't in Kansas no more' with a sigh, Ah sit up and look over at "Anon", who's still starin' at me
>He's in front of the icebox, holdin' the door open, dress'd in the same clothes from yesterday
"Hwat are you lookin' at?"
"I asked what you wanted for breakfast?"
"Oh, uh hwat'cha got?"
>He starts listin' things on 'is fangers
"Bacon, back bacon, ham, ham steak, pork loin, por-"
"Anythin' that don't come from a pig?"
>At that, he starts diggin' through it for somethin' else to serve
"Well there's are some burgers, chicken cutlets, the normal breakfast stuff, eggs, potatoes, and bread if you want toast."
"Hmmmt, awlright, Ah guess Ah'll take some patties, with 2 aygs over easy, and hash browns"
>Just then, another voice pipes up
"Would you also like a drink?"
"Hwat, who's there?"
"It's only me Marlene"
>Ms. Emily steps out from the other side of the icebox doors, same clothes as yesterday too
>Bein' a .22, Ah figgered she'd be small and Ah was right, she barely comes up to Anon's shoulder
>Must have a long barrel though 'cos her hair's halfway down 'er back
>An' her figger, she had to have a full-stock 'cos she had some curves, nothin' on me or Darla sure, but still
>As fer her face, everythin' 'bout it screamed "handle with care"
>Li'l pink lips, button nose, and the biggest chocolate brown eyes behind a pair of...broken glasses?
>Not wantin' a repeat of hwat happened I decide to ask her later and answer her question
"Coffee, black with two sugers, if'n you please"

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>>31784134
seems like a good start. If you got more written up then by all means, keep going.

>>31784134
It would be better to repost the story on the thread to add to the bump.

As for suggestions, keep it up.
I just write as I make up things along the way.

>>31783546
It's on the list! Give me time

>>31784244
>Ah sit with mah cup and just observe 'em workin, which was innerestin'
>Seems Anon lead this little dance, when he'd move to a new pan she'd step in to keep the other stirrin'
>He'd give 'er a a bump with his hip and she'd leap for the next ingredient or to mix this and that
>On her part she seemed to make it a point to stay close to Anon
>When she grabbed thangs she'd pass by him instead of cuttin' straight from icebox to pantry
>And if she was mixin' she'd stand back to back, almost leanin' on him
>Di'nt take long for the noise and smells to wake Darla
"Oh George, hwat smell's so good?"
"Honey-glazed ham & buttermilk pancakes and the name's Anon, not George."
>At that answer Darla's eyes snapped opened and she sat right up to take in Anon's scenery
>Seems she liked what she saw 'cos she gave him the same look George III got that one summer
>Goddamit Darla, don't lick yer lips like that
>Grinnin',she hopped to her feet and flounces over to greet our new owner
>Seems Ah'm not the only one to notice the visual undressin' Anon just got
>Ms. Emily's shakin' a little and pressin' herself against Anon, who seems to realize the implications
>Before Darla can cause another breakdown I cut her off
>Grabbin' her by the arm, Ah did the one thang I knew would draw her attention away from Anon
"Darla, lemme introduce you to Ms. Emily, she's a Marlin-"
>Soon as the word's outta mah mouth her eyes snap to Ms.Emily, followed by the rest of her
"AAAAAAHHH!"
>Screamin', Darla scoops Ms. Emily up and swings her 'round, it's a miracle she doesn't knock anythin' down
>Anon turns to me, lookin' worried
"Is this normal or...?"
"She'll be talkin' Ms. Emily's ear off for a hwile so why don't you tell me what needs to be done so breakfast turns out right?"
"Alright I guess, if you want to help then I'm gonna need you to mix some more pancake batter."
"How much more?"
"Enough for another two dozen to start"
>Well shoot, this might actually be a bit more work than I thought

>>31784249
>>31784261
Thanks, guys. <3 I haven't got any more written right now, but I'll keep going and post again when I've got enough together.

>>31784244
I'm not sure how you've done it, but those written accents are just perfect.

is this thread really dying this early?

posting via meme TV is hard

>pls no captcha
>mfw click until none left

>>31784949
It's really quiet. I hope it's just the regulars being asleep, or doing productive things.

>>31784991
hey, i'm still here

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I'm pretending to do work. If I had a laptop I could shitpost more feels out, but until then, all I can offer is a bump.

I really want to be innawoods but all forests around here is commie territory.

Amerifags got that good. They have the choice of temperate, desert, or tundra innawoods.

>>31785084
and lots of cryptids to hunt while we're at it

>>31785084

Don't forget rain forest as well.

>>31785118
>tfw you will never hunt cryptids with fellow /k/ommandos while exploring the American wilderness

>>31785142
All one of you guys has to do is win the lottery or something and start up an agency that employs /k/ommandos

simple because it's super easy to win the lottery

just pick good numbers

morning /wfg/

>>31785190
>you would never roll dubs, trips or even quads in a lottery

I should try my luck with that. If I win, i'd pick up the money while in a raincoat and blaring hip to be square on speakers.

>>31785269
Good evening 10/22.

>>31785269
Good morning, 10/22. What's new?

>>31785190
Hey hey friend, military maid cafe first
Then /k/ryptid hunters

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updated what we lost of it ain't me

http://pastebin.com/3AZhcuqw

It's raining where I'm at.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWh9l8RSkPk

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>>31780747
I know no one else cares, but could you update the pastebin of A Small Zone of Comfort?

>>31775872
>>31775887
>>31775896
>>31775904
>>31775921
>>31775929
>>31775944

>>31780878
>that file name

Sad.

>>31785956
You just have to habeeb, anon. Habeebing has great power.

>>31785947
i put i as a new chapter, i bumped the thread with last night

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>>31786007
Found it
>>31782699
Thanks.

an atf agent goes to the /k/afe

http://pastebin.com/dTN4Btyc

>>31781973

The morning after wasn't exactly awkward... but Dave felt uneasy nonetheless. He got up early, as the sun was rising, and started up a fire. He boiled some coffee while waiting for Chris to rouse herself.

When she finally woke up and crawled out of the tent, Dave offered her a cup of the bitter stuff, mumbling, "Good morning..."

She accepted it and took a few sips, staring at the fire.

They drank together in silence, listening to the forest awaken, with birds chirping and insects buzzing around.

"Hey," she said, finally breaking the silence. "About last night..."

"We don't have to talk about it..."

"Yes, we do..." She got up and went over to him, sitting beside him and taking one of his hands in her own. "I think we both kinda got an idea of what's going on between us... and I'm not averse to it... but it seems to be going really fucking fast and... I just don't know if I'm ready for it yet."

Dave was silent, looking off to the side.

"God... it sounds so fucking hollow and insincere when I say it out loud," she said, shaking her head a bit. "Just... we'll get there eventually..."

Dave nodded slightly. "I get it... it's fine, I understand..." He exhaled. "How about we focus on the job at hand then, yeah? We have only a couple of days to find a skinwalker in all these woods..."

"Yeah, let's just focus on that."

>>31786328
I forget who wrote this
If You are on here, care to do a draw-straws style continuation?
This could be the writefag collab gone wild

>>31786957
I say that so that we can each write ourselves in,
If youve already written up another part dont worry about it
We could always just continue the story of the cafe each with a different alphabet agency
Calling CIA if that ideas cool with you.

>>31786957
it was annie i binned it, shit i don't know m8 i can barely write a storie on spanish to save my life, let alone on english

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>>31786789
>that feel when your car just won't turn over
It's the feel I get reading this. Crank you sonavabitch!
I do enjoy skinwalkers stories though. Innawoods spoops are a favorite theme of mine.

>>31784949
Looking at the last thread there were only about 40-some posters despite hitting the bump limit. I wouldn't be surprised if some are starting to move on.

He'll, I haven't seen Guard here in a while.

>>31784949
>>31786998
nah we just moved the shit posting to another part

>>31786986
Well, you dont have to If you dont want to
Alternatively, spanish and google translate
I suspect you wouldnt be the first to do so
(Or i can just write you in as an anon making tacos out of unidentifiable small animals and saying punta a lot)

>>31786957
>>31786973
I'm doing the /k/afe thing. I have some real life problems now though.

And sure, I mean it is a meta thing anyway, so please, go ahead. Future is not looking very bright at the moment, so it may take some time to complete, sorry about that

>>31787027

still would end... weird to say the least and it's "puta" or "Ahuacamolli" if you want to go full hipster

>>31786789

They didn't speak much for most of their second day there, other than little snippets of small talk, and asking for help with tasks.

They packed up their campsite and moved it away from the half-built subdivision, and moved it deep into the wooded area it bordered.

While Dave set up the tent again (with notably less zeal this time), Chris put up noisemakers and a wireless motion detector. And while they sat down and loaded up extra magazines, she had a small radio blaring garish modern pop songs that made her want to poke out her eardrums. But, she figured it was the best way to attract a creature looking for unwary humans to prey upon, using themselves as bait.

After that, they spent the rest of the day walking about the forest, mentally mapping landmarks, and searching for potential burrows or caves. They found nothing of any real interest.

They went back to their campsite. Everything was as they had left it. They were somewhat disappointed.

In the evening, their dinner again consisted of MREs, shared quietly across a crackling little fire.

The air was getting colder this time of year, and they wore their heavy jackets in the nipping air.

Chris turned in first, followed by Dave, but not before he did a quick sweep of their vicinity with his flashlight. Satisfied for the moment, he crawled in the tent next to her, laying on his back. She was facing away from him again, already asleep.

He listened to the owls and crickets for a while, before his eyelids began to droop, and he fell asleep.

And while he slept...

...he had a dream.

>>31787043
Ill do you proud then
Hope shit gets better for you m8
May your cup run full with suspicious fluids
>>31787060
Ida nahuy, puta, oughta work.

Brace yourselves lads, pub night with the Spooks inbound. ETA: 6 glasses

>>31786957
>care to do a draw-straws style continuation?
Someone called? Still working on em

>>31786998
Nah, we took the shitposting to a far away land

>>31787112
Bring it back, it gave this thread life.

>>31787248
Sure, discord won't work on phones anyway

>>31787248
I'd. E lying if I said you were missing out on stuff man. Just literal random shitposting.

Pub Night at the Cafe

“Whats this about Director?”
“Close that door Williams.”
“Uh.. sure Director.”
“This is coming straight from the top. We have a suspected cell within our borders.”
“Who this time? ISIS, Norkies?”
“Errr… nothing so simple...”
“Russkies?”
“The simple fact is, we have no idea.”
“Sir?”
“All we know is that they have fighters, bombers, AFVs, old MBTs… You name it, they have it.”
“All due respect sir but WHAT THE FUCK? How does something like this slip through?”
“Well… to be honest, we arent exactly sure. We dont know much concrete on their motives or ideoligy… They have some heavy smoke on their organization, we basically cant find anything on them thats real. Just a lot of ridiculous bullshit.”
“Well, how are they storing all this?”
“Well, they have all the right permits, but we need you to go in.”
“Deep cover op?”
“Actually no. Youll just be a customer.”
“Customer, sir?”
“Yep, let me give you the directions. Be very careful though, our last few operatives havent reported back… you know what that means.”
“Yes sir, ill mingle, no standing out.”
“Well, I guess we'll see about that Williams.”


It was very disorienting, going from a sprawling suburb, to the Cafe.
It was like driving over the DMZ.
One second its blue prius and station wagons, the next its halftracks and HMMWVs.
And is that…?
Holy shit thats a C-130
In a parking lot
Like it had every business being there.
His Overhauled Charger, a generally good car to fit in with, immediately stood out like a sore thumb.
The only vehicles from this century in this cul-de-sac are trucks converted into technicals with MG's from various time periods welded to the back
And that semi with a strange shrine on the back and huge amps
With a guy tuning a flamethrower?
No. Thats a guitar…
That shoots fire every few seconds?

>>31787438
Williams was sweating quite hard now.
He had Contracted in the middle east, north africa, southeast asia… He had been in many dangerous places, but only here has he really felt like he was walking into the lions den while CC-ing a package of steaks.
Suddenly a man runs into the street with a bayonetted rifle.
He breaks hard, screaming as he comes to a rest only a few feet from the gas-masked man
“ANUUUUUUUUUU!!!” The man screams as he hefts his rifle and tries to stab his Charger.
2 large men tackle the man and drag him off while a third walks up to his window and and apologizes for his friend in what sounds like a texan trying to use a japenese/russian accent but only sounding like he was handicapped.
But with the impressive scarring on the mans face, that was a possibility as well.
After, the man finished his apology and subsequently dive-rolled off of the road, out of the way of the oncoming semi, which indeed did seem to be somehow driven by the man with the flame-throwing guitar… Williams drove on, trying to look for the right street while all the road signs were either too badly burned or shot to be legible.
He needn't look far, as a WW2 era Flying fortress came in on a landing approach to the west of him. On a hunch, he followed it and sure enough, this was the place.
The parking lot was huge, but didnt have many vehicles in it.
The ones it did, were enormous though.
Several WW2 era tanks were double parked in the lot, and the FF from earlier was taxiing into the lot, though how it had landed on the road was to be a mystery.
As the FF landed, a ramp in the side popped down and what seemed to be a whole platoon rushed out, carrying a stretcher piled high with unidentifiable meats in various stages of defrosting.

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>>31787428
I'm left out of the loop as well since my pc shit the bed.

>>31787427
>discord won't work on phones anyway
Works on mine just fine

>>31787427
Really? It's not perfect but it's working for me.

>>31787477
Well shit. Guess the bants will stay here.

>>31787450
Maid guns when...

>>31787486
>tfw nokia

>>31787427
Have you considered downloading the app? Or is your phone incompatible with it?

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>>31787513
>Nokia
Awww, have headpat

>>31787513
We really need to send you a massive Christmas care package of Money, fluffy.

>>31787513
When one name explains everything. We should try to spread the shit posting a bit more though.

What are the popular phone brands there though?

>>31787538
I really don't know. The top I can get out of my head are Samsung and Apple, but those are for smartphones.

>>31787565
Well yeah those two are a bit obvious. In America it's usually apple or Samsung as top dogs. Been a while but when I went to Britain a few years back Motorola was the shit and very common even when apple was dominating American market.

Just wasn't sure if that spread still existed.

>>31787450
The men secured the parking lot, making Williams blood run cold for a moment until one of them waved at him friendly before his team bounded across the parking lot towards the main building.
The building seemed to be half business, half housing, half fortress and at least partially on fire.
And connecting the building to the surrounding buildings were trenches and artillery craters.
Rising from the trenches was a sickly yellow smoke. Williams took a mental note to avoid them.
As he walked across the parking lot, he noticed a sign next to a torn up small grassy area.
He walked over, and quickly noticed the telltale bulges of anti-tank mines around a center pit.
A sign in front of the pit says, in large, hastily scrawled letters “No step on snek pls”
The snake in question is nowhere to be seen, and apparently escaped from the pit made to protect it from errant feet.
Williams shook his head incredulously and approached the main building, quickly stepping aside as a very large man wearing german rain camo was ejected bodily through the front saloon doors by a tall, muscular woman.
“ITS A FLESHGAIT NOT A SKINWALKER CYKA BLYAT!” The woman shouted at the bewildered looking man in an effortless irish accent.
“Oh, hello, you're new arent you?” Her abrupt attitude change from screaming fury to a calm, lazy demeanor was startling to say the least. Not to mention her french maid outfit and p90 slung on her side.
“Er.. yes, could I be seated please?”
“Sure laddie, its pub night by the way, no shooting in the serving area or i'll have to crack your skull with my thighs.”

>>31787601
This just keeps getting better. Only critique is add some spacing so it's not a block. Unless character limit.

>>31787601
>no shooting in the serving area or i'll have to crack your skull with my thighs.”
Fucking LOL

>>31787629
Definately hitting character limit, almost at 10k now.

>>31787659
Gotcha. Don't worry too much then. Just add spacing in pastebin. Loving it so far though m8.

>>31787601
Williams was immediately taken aback from the threat of a sensuous, yet painful injury delivered as if she were reading off an order at McDonalds.
“Follow me, you'll be sitting with Rhuthie-oniisan, not bad for a first timer.” She said, winking and elbowing him in the ribs as she walked him over to an empty table.
“Have a seat please-NO NOT THAT ONE BAKA!”
Her sudden shouting startled Williams, who recoiled quickly from the seat he was about to sit in as if it had a bomb in it. Upon closer inspection, it contained a Colt SAA with… a bow on it?
“Its okay Rhuthie, he is sorry, ARENT YOU?”
“Err… yes… um… sorry Rhuthie...”
“Good. Il be over with a menu and drink list in just a moment lad.”
“Uh, sure… take your time.”
“Coomin thghrough, one waigh!” Williams nearly jumped out of his skin as a very small girl in a tankers helmet and goggles rode past on a motorcycle, her sidecar piled high with cardboard boxes.
Williams decided to take notes now, before he died here due to… literally anything going on right now.
He had just started writing in his notebook when a drone flew inches over his head, the drone itself festooned with knives, its payload dangling precariously below it consisted of several drinks smelling of heavy alcohol and black bread.
Williams shook his head and wrote a quick scribble into his notebook before putting it away.
“Oi, heres the drink list, menu is on the back. Strelok specials are off today, but the rest is good to go.”
“Ah, thank you. Ill have the… eh...”
“Williams confidence was shot as he saw a strange mix of symbols and apparent bullet holes sitting where the menu should have been.
“Can I get a burger?”
The entire pub went silent.

>>31787681
>the entire pub went silent
Aww, you fucked up now...

>Also, is that me in there?

>>31787776
>Small girl
>unintelligably swedish
>Motorcycle
Could be.

>>31787599
There's blackberry, but I doubt they're going alive

>>31787681
Williams went pale as he realized he must have said something hideous.
He looked around the room, seeing large men in various uniforms and camo all staring at him.
The only sound was when a drunk man at the bar, who had been visably asleep moments before, threw a large bowie knife across the room, pinning a small cockroach to the wall.
Suddenly a man across the room stood up and pointed at williams. “NU KRUSHESNY PUTA, HE IS A SPOOK!”
The other patrons looked atneach other, nodding and muttering “spook, spook, mmhmm” before looking back at williams, who felt a cold presence at his back.
“Whas dis abou a spook, eh?”
Williams turned around to see a mountain of a man, with a large red beard and the bouncer/waitress from earlier grinning evilly behind him.
“Hmmm… You do loo lika suit boy. You working for someone?”
“n-no s-s-sir...” Williams was visibly shaking now, arm twitching as he prepared to draw his CC revolver, the only weapon he had brought.
“Well then lad, you wont mind the Suspected Spook Special, will you?” The large, and very drunk man said, leaning forwards slightly with every word until he was nearly atop Williams.
“S-sure… s-s-sounds t-tasty...”
“Roight.” The man said as he stomped away to the kitchen, tactical kilt waving in the breeze as he went.
The entire pub went back about its business, which in this case involved eating unrecognizable dishes with gusto, drinking angrily at each other, and cossack dancing in the corner to a familiar polka.
Williams looked back to the waitress, who smiled sweetly at him, but he noticed that the smile never made it to her eyes.
Williams was shaking like a leaf by the time the giant man stomped back out with a dish in his hands.
“Roight lad, eres your food. Try to make it to the bathroom.”
Williams took the platter from the man, noting that much of the establishment was eying him curiously as he did so.

>>31787667
Appreciate it, mah dude.

>>31787601
>>31787681
>>31787865
>no shooting in the serving area or i'll have to crack your skull with my thighs.”
>you'll be sitting with Rhuthie-oniisan
>“Coomin thghrough, one waigh!” Williams nearly jumped out of his skin as a very small girl in a tankers helmet and goggles rode past on a motorcycle, her sidecar piled high with cardboard boxes.
>Williams turned around to see a mountain of a man, with a large red beard and the bouncer/waitress from earlier grinning evilly behind him.
>and cossack dancing in the corner to a familiar polka
>tfw I recognize all these references thanks to autism

>>31787987
>>Williams turned around to see a mountain of a man, with a large red beard and the bouncer/waitress from earlier grinning evilly behind him.
Was describing myself, dont know how you'd know that.
Your autism may make you a wizard.

>>31788022
I know that, thing is I'm not namefagging

>>31787865
He had no choice.
Taking the lid off the platter, he was surprised to find a very regular looking gulash inside.
He sniffed it suspiciously, eliciting some not very concealed laughter from others in the pub.
He hesitantly took a fork to his meal, silently praying as he put the food in his mouth.
The taste was unlike anything he had ever experienced.
It had the cold of the russian winter.
The heat of the desert sun.
The taste of sand and blood.
Of snow and death.
Of life, of happiness, of rage and war.
And a metallic taste he suspected was radiation.
He was stricken numb for several seconds before he awoke on the floor choking on a tube down his throat.
After a few seconds of sputtering, he opened his eyes to see the large man from before leaning over him.
“Oi lad, jus look straight ahead.”
The man gave him a quick examination and, deciding nothing was wrong with him, removed the intibation tube and rolling up his kit of what looked like very dirty medical equipment.
“Youll live lad. Tol ya to make it ta the bathroom firs.”
“Can I get a shot of happy funtime potato juice?” The words left williams mouth unbidden and surprised him before he realized he did have a craving for vodka. Apparently it was because of a spiteful remembrance of Serbian revenge, even though he had no idea what that meant.
“Coming right up.” Said the waitress from earlier as she literally skipped into the bar.
“Oy, bring the bottle over please, momma Chiquita. I want to talk to him.”
“Sure.” She shouted cheerfully across the room, the patrons ignoring him as they drank and tried to imitate the knife scene from Aliens.

>>31788069
“So...” the large man took a shot before filling his glass “Who is it this time?”
“CIA” Williams answered before taking a shot himself “rrrrrrrrrrrush b cyka!”
“Mmm. And whats your report gonna be?”
“Not sure really. Im not a health inspector, everything but the food seems to be on the level though. Why am I shouting in russian?”
The man smiled and threw back another shot. “Old family recipe… blin das good gopnik juice.”
“Hmm… how long am I going to be like this kurwa?”
“Depends.”
“On?”
“Stuff.”
“Ahh...”
“Well anyway, sleep it off and you should probably report in tomorrow.”

“Sleep what of- woah...”
Williams hit the floor heavily after his sixteenth shot.

He awoke later in a small military cot with the sounds of gunfire only a few feet away.
Groaning, he sat up only to be audibly assaulted.
“REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Шлюхa нe cyкa нeт пpoтивoгaзa cлyчaйный пик б или caмoyбийcтвo вы чepтoвcки americanski шпиoнoм, чтo ты гpeбaный дyмaeтe, чтo вы дeлaeтe!»
«Hush! Down Sergei! Down I said!»
«wha?» Williams said groggily, opening his eyes to make out the blurry form of 2 men, one standing, holding an AK at rest, the other squatting on the floor, wearing an isreili surplus gas-mask and leashed to a nearby bike rack along with the motorcycle from earlier and what appeared to be a whole pizza.
«Sorry, sergei isnt very sociable.»
«You have a pet gopnik?» Williams responded unsteadily.
«Oh yes, he is very good for finding anomoly within zone. Just feed him adidas and cheap vodka.»
«Oh. Okay.» williams responded, as if this was the most natural conversation in the world.
He soon noticed that he was sleeping in a firing range, being used by half a dozen people in various BDUs and equipment.

>>31787853
Blackberry still puts things out?

>>31787880
No problem man.

>>31788329
This is some good shit tovarish, keep going

>>31788329
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CzhyCm_S-Pw

>>31787601
>no step on snek
Oh boy have I got news for you
https://www.aafnation.com/products/no-step-on-snek-flag?variant=30602397194

>>31788460
I KNOW!!!
I want one, but i need a proper flagpole first.
>>31788442
Opa!

>>31788341
>Blackberry still puts things out?
last I check, it was 2012-2014

>>31788329
«Hmm...» Williams muttered as he walked over to a bench loaded down with various weapons and ammunition boxes.
Williams wandered tiredly up a nearby staircase back upstairs.
He found himself in a kitchen unlike any he had even thought of before.
An entire wall was covered by industrial coffeemakers and ovens, another had benches and tabletops for food prep. The back wall had cages with… things in them… he could hear the occasional screech and chitter from them, and gave them a good berth due to the bloodstain on the floor.
The front wall, next to the doors was a giant walk in freezer which appeared to be full of booze and ammunition.
Men in various aprons, chef hats, and gas masks were leaping across the room. Sometimes to stir a soup, sometimes to violently beat an uncooperative ingredient back into the oven before it can escape.
He stumbled through the room, somehow avoiding all the men and women flittering about crazily.
He re-emerged into the dining room to be greeted by the motorcycle girl from earlier rolling in at breakneck speed. «ONE WAIGH!»
He deftly dodged the tiny girl and stumbled to the door. The waitress produced his wallet, took a handful of bills and handed to him before smiling, saying «Have a nice day.» and skipping away as if this was entirely normal.
He walked (as best as he could) back across the parking lot to his charger. A halftrack pulled in next to him as he got in. He watched numbly as a squad of Hugo Boss dressed militants got out and goose-stepped up to the Cafe.
He got out his keys and drove out of the cul-de-sac, only stopping to allow the semi from earlier to pass him (it being pursued at speed by a small flock of falcons, flying in the V formation and taking turns diving at the driver/lead guitarist, who responded by keeping them at bay with fire).
He didnt stop until he got to a hotel. He tiredly bought a room, and flopped down on the bed, not even getting undressed before passing out.

>>31788502
Yeah they came out with some shitty touch screen that did meh financially.

>>31788460
I need one of these. Would strap to the top of my van.

>>31788508
BRRRRRING
What?
BRRRRRING
«Fuck me.»
BRRRR-
«Yes, hello?»
«Williams? You fucking idiot! You didnt report in last night! What happened?»
«...»
«Well?»
«Nothing to report sir.»
«WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN NOTHING TO REPORT!?!?»
«Theres nothing to report sir. It just seems like a community of like minded individuals living together. They may be crazy, but they arent terrorists, or even a threat to national security.»
«Williams, you get your ass back here. I want a FULL DEBRIEF RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.»
«Yes sir.»

Williams returned several days later, fired from his job in the CIA. He applied for a position at the cafe and was welcomed with open arms.
His job was Zone Acquisitions.
Williams loved his new job and the people around him, he turned his back on the CIA and never looked back.

«Ronald, get in here, and shut the door.»
«What is it director?»

~FIN~

>>31788557
This was beautiful mate. komrade/10

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I'm glad to have made an appearance~

>>31788557
i rate it 10 blins/10

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>>31787499
PTRfag here.
>mfw my bottle opener is full
>mfw I'm out of beer
>mfw I'm out buying more
The closest good liquor store is all the way in Memphis. I don't feel like traversing a battlefield today.
>mfw I only have half a bottle of Dominican rum left

I'm going to use tonight to catch up on everyone else's stories so probably no Light My Fire tonight.

>>31788687
Your spoopy story continuing tonight?

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>>31788898
Jawohl~

It'll be posted sometime tonight.

>>31788910
Don't know how you can write so well and so fast, but hot damn I will be waiting for some nice spoops and what Tula has in store for our heroine.

>>31788910
awesome
best mom

>>31789053
Can best mom help with my chernobyl tier dysentery?

>>31788910
Looking forward to it.

>>31789099
Change your socks.

>>31789146
I have. It cured everything but what is afflicting me.

>>31789197
Take a motrin.

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>>31789099
Have you tried unplugging it and plugging it back in?

hello prospective buyer my ID number is 1490394 although my name is (redacted).

I am a human biological weapons platform made by the biological division of Geninc formerly known as Monsanto.

I am male 6ft tall and am around 160 pounds of muscle with only 5 percent body fat.
I have undergone 30 years of Virtual training in only 17 years, due to the accelerated neural interface and development system.

What you want to know about me personally.
Well I am very loyal, I could blame that on my virtual upbringing, asides from that I believe life is a zero sum game so any actions you tell me to do I will care out without hesitation. don't worry though unlike some of our competitors products I am not a brain dead fool who must be micromanaged or is borderline psychotic that needs constant medication to remain functional

What you want to know about my education. Well I have a 4 year degree in environmental management with regards to hazardous waste and 10 years on the job experience or should I say VR experience. Mainly with regards to chemical weapons.

Oh you are worried about me hacking systems or other sensitive areas, don't worry I was only trained on basic computer interface use I only know how to use the systems although I don't see why I would do such a thing unless I was told to.. I don't think I would be very good at it sir...

Oh my physical endurance is quite good I have survived falls from 20 feet on a hard surface with out any fractures or injuries and minimal bruising and was able to continue on the job, I also heal roughly 3 times as fast as a normal person and most small surface cuts stop bleeding the second they hit air.

My service life is roughly 50 years sir after that it is recommended to put us out to pasture if you know what I mean, although on the bright side if you do purchase a female counter part we can reproduce and supply you with another utility platform although it will require roughly 18 years to become truly useful.

>>31789224
And so the pet gopnik bidding war begins.

>>31789224
>Monsanto
Don't make me channel Alex Jones.

>>31789224
Before you purchase me I would like to inform you that I am compatible with third party chemical and genetic enhancements as I am part of the universal genetic worker program the only thing that cant be done is alteration of XY chromosome, that to prevent people from using us as breeders so to say. That's why the female platform although less physical capable always carries a higher price and a yearly payment. Although just between you and me if you were to purchase an artificial livestock breeding chamber and were to follow the same instructions and just use my DNA you would get the same results...
don't tell anyone I told you that
So prospective buyer will you chose me. you will.. Thank you I promise many years of service as a soldier in your army.

>>31789269

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ODZE5peUfWQ

>>31788557
forgot to ask earlier mate, you binning this, is poly or do i need to start one?

>>31789292
Its been 10 days since my purchase, my treatment has been better then expected most of my compatriots are generally used as cannon fodder on the multiple warfronts through out the galaxy.
So far our current owner has provided us with individual rooms as well as a fragmentation suit with a hard ablative plate for kenetic energy and thermal protection of the chest and head,
we also have a soft power assist armor that reduces our loads by 60 percent and has a charge life of 30 days under high use as well as environmental life support.
Our standard rifle is a flechette gun in a bull pup configuration with 22 inch barrel it fires a high velocity round at 5000 feet per second in a 3 round burst from a 40 round magazine.

>>31789330
I havent been binning, if you want to keep if for thread, you can.
Otherwise those who missed it get to miss it.
The meta shall continue regardless.

>>31789357
got it, will add after eating.

>>31789387
Alright m8, cheers.

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what kind of raifu is this?

>>31789350
geez I am so busy writing my diary in this data pad he gave me and I'm so focused on the tech I forgot to write about the others I have met.
Firstly I am really surprised at the utter lack of AI or any virtual intelligence in our compound.
Apparently he and his cohorts are afraid of digital leakage or infiltration.
Any who the entire security force is either made up of freeborn mercs or tank breeds like me.
Some of the freeborns look down on us and think we are no better then cattle although that doesn't bother me my vr upbringing taught me how to deal with shitty people and hard situations.

Any way generally though most of the freeborns are pretty easy to deal with I even made a few friends I met a guy named mark he looks scary roughly 6foot 7 inches and pretty heavily modified although not with any of the smart integrative tech old school direct wired neural uplinks he says he is around 400 years old and I believe it he says that he was born way back in 1989.
Funnily enough my vr sim started in the year 1998 so I can actually make cultural references that he can get, he is an interesting well of information apparently the world massively changed in 2020 unlike my sim there was a massive war world war 3 it kick started a lot of tech ranging from quantum communications and computers and the most important warp drives.

>>31789433
a pregnant one

>>31789433
>posting uncensored yuri

LEWD

>>31789224
>4 year degree in environmental management
dropped
go home hippie-synth

>>31789433
lil' girl hiding under her mom skirt

>>31789446
any way I digress he is seriously a nice guy, I mean he made room for me at the lunch table so I could have a seat after some other freeborns were too prejudiced to let me sit with them.

He has some other friends some of whom are tank born and others who are freeborn. I really want to get to know them better but we are on seprate shifts and work other sides of the compound I mainly talk to him through a message tube system that they set up in the facility.
I still cant believe that we are using a pneumatic message tube system to communicate in this place, that is so old school and archaic its not even funny I guess what ever they are doing is pretty hush hush. But that's above my pay grade.

Oh man I haven't even written about my job yet so I work with two other guys who are tank borns.

They are delta models so they only had education to high school but had a more military grunt focus on their training then me.

They require a little more oversight but they are good guys one is named joe and the other bill, they would give you the shirt off their back to make your life a little better.

Any way I direct them to do the grunt work like using the cargo lift, and visual inspection of the cargo, they also provide security while I run chemical analysis and tests on the chemicals to make sure they are right and are properly secured.
Apparently my employer had past instances where there were infiltration attempts through delivered products so that's why we are told to wear our armor and carry guns.

>>31789531
not understanding that you just cant have a highshool graduate incharge of a hazardous waste management situation and storage of chemical weapons . Also me personally I am no hippie, pro nuclear pro gmo my friend. I believe in science not feel good propaganda let me write my story

>>31789568
Imma little shitafced right now, can't comprehend reading well.
My bad, you're doing fine.

>>31789452
>>31789496
wrong

>>31789533
correct

>>31789556
Day 11
We had a shipment I will always remember a 10,000 gallon pressurized shipment of chlorine triflouride.
That shit is bad news, you think concrete will protect you nope it oxidizes it , that nice ppe you have that is nomex and lined with Tyvek nope that burns hell it even burns mother fucking asbestos and glass. Suffice to say my balls literally retracted while we were checking this stuff. We put it on the lift and sent it down to the basement level which we don't have clearance to go. the elevator came back up intact and we haven't heard any fire alarms so I guess who ever is down there knows how to handle it.

So I sent a tube message to my good mark he says that's nothing and that shipments like that are the usual.
He says they aren't using it for fuel, actually no one knows what they use it for but the local scuttle but is that they test bioweapons for planet clearing down there and that's how they sterilize all contaminated material

>>31789625

>cleaning with ClF3

nope nope nope absolutely not

>>31789625
day 11 continued

So apparently the facility is much larger then I previously thought on some of my off time I just started walking through the recreational park they have for us the god damn thing is 70square miles water falls and all.

That's amazing considering to get here you have to go down a 300 foot vertical shaft with multiple locks and security check points.

It feels good knowing that I am part of such a large organization, it gives me a sense of purpose, although then again I was designed to feel that way. it doesn't matter though.
While I was walking through the park I met some new co workers, apparently they work in filling and storage, and by filling I mean paper punch cards and storage files, I never thought any one would use such dated methods of data storage but this organization does ( oddly enough no one mentions its name all I have is a logo which is three stars forming a triangular pattern.)

>>31789722
Day 11 continued
The file workers say very little about their work when I talk to them actually they don't seem to be very capable of speech, I guess their work is so sensitive that the organization figured it would be best to limit their speech abilities.

After spending 30 minuets chatting or really just siting together we parted way. It was nice to meet more people, but it raises some questions about who am I working for it doesn't really matter but it raises so many questions. Well whatever it is I bet it is something really cool, I mean they could be working on advanced quantum weaponry or even temporal technology, along with breaking edge biologicals.
Man I am so excited to be working here.

>>31789752
Day 12
We had more shipments a lot of dangerous and I mean dangerous shipments roughly 20 tons of flouroantimonic acid, along with 40 tons of white phosphorus. The other shipments were more benign and were just simple metals and other refinement products that went to the usual levels.
So I ran into my friend Mark, we talked about our days of work apparently he is one of the few people who actually leaves here. His job is to acquire or protect VIP targets that are of interest to our organization.
He cant say much more then that but I didn't press him understanding the importance of a code of silence in the work place. Lose lips sink ships right.
So any way I asked him if its possible to get pets here he actually said yes but only after serving here for 5 years with no write ups or incidents happening. I guess I will have to wait 5 years to get my dog...

>>31789692
some people like to live dangerously.

>>31789692
Well it is used today to clean semiconductors.

Wouldn't go anywhere near 10,000 gallons of that shit though.
>THE CONCRETE WAS ON FIRE

>>31789826
Day12cont
After my meeting with Mark I wandered off to the large market square we have. Place has every thing I have never seen so much they have a gun store that has just about every thing imaginable from small derringers to I am not kidding you full powered exoskeletons with mounted rocket launchers most of the rockets are small with a 2 pound war head but damn they do have a large 120mm exoskeleton portable recoil less rifle that can fire a dual purpose heat round. Apparently I can buy that before I can buy a dog.
On the other side of things they have computers, although all of their wireless communication has been disabled and they are all made in house. and even more surprisingly was the fact that they had a whole section devoted to full body vr porn. I mean it wasn't even hidden it was out in the open. well I guess with so many guys around its a given.
Although for those who would enjoy more physical entertainment they had a brothel, filled with all sorts of women tall short wide skinny, furry, not furry, elf ears cat ears you name it, crazy part is with my paycheck I get I could in theory hit up the brothel and bar 4 times a week and still have money left over for other things..

>>31790244
day 12 continued cont
They all seemed very friendly but I declined any of their advances and walked out. After walking around 2 city blocks I saw a shop and my eyes couldn't believe it yes they had a comic book shop that also had manga and anime. Now I know where I am blowing my first pay check.

okay I'm taking a break to recharge.

>>31790364
take your time man. its odd but damn interesting. the style is very much reminiscent of what woudl be in somebodies diary. don't rush it.

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>>31790364
We're always willing to wait. Your story is like a breath of fresh air in here. Keep it up.

I'm feeling pretty inspired. I'm going to do some writing tonight. If I post, I post. If not, ehh... Not anyone will notice.

>having a beer for JTfag.

>>31790709
i notice cuz its my job... and your story intrigues me.

>>31790709
>implyin i won't notice

>>31790709
>having a beer for JTfag.
What does he mean by this?

>>31790843
It means PTR is taking JT's beer and drinking it. RUDE!

>>31790843
I mean that I'm having a beer to celebrate her for being among us. While I don't understand tanks too well, her storytelling is very pleasant for me to read. I apologize if my statement was ambiguous.

>>31790758
>>31790795
>ur jerb
Mine's just another waffengeist story though; but thank you anyway.

>>31790882
You can drink the last beer. You can have the last slice of pizza. But, you can't have both. Then you're just an asshole.
And yes, I took her beer. Someone roofied it.
>and I feel amazing!!!

>>31790336
day 15 I finally got my pay check so I decided to take joe and bill to the bar, so we walk in and I shit you not the place looked like something that Billie jole would have played in old worn teak wood floor wobble seats with lots of brass and leather an upright piano dim lighting and people smoking Tabaco. I guess that's what unlimited funds gets you.
So we all take a seat on the barstools and I order our first round of drinks, nice stout laggers. I'm still trying to figure out how they are priced compared to the beers in the VR simulation I was raised in. They are .5 company credits and I make roughly 70 credits an hour so dear god all I know is beer is fucking cheap and its good. So we downed the beer and Bill starts talking about his tank days so we all start remising about the shit we put up with.
Man these guys had it harder then me in their VR sim they were infantry grunts in an airborne unit when a shooting war broke out between America and the soviet union get this in 2018 .

Apparently who ever made their VR really had a thing for Grimdark and a hard on for meat grinders. They were telling me how the casualties mounted into the millions for single battles.

>>31790948
no need to thank us mate. you make the content, we just do what we can ot preserve it for these other crazy people.

>>31791014
Apparently they were armored infantry in what could only be described as the love child of an Abrams and a Bradly.

Any who the stories were horrifying drone swarms that would release incendiary's on men, hunter killer ones that could track you from 10 miles away in the night, and fucking land mines every where.
Then they talked about the bioweapons and the chemicals that would want to make you puke.
They said all this without batting an eye, I was amazed by their intestinal fortitude with regards to their VR training and with how much liquor they drank. I'm pretty hardy but I was done after 3 beers and 5 shots in less then an hour they were still drinking when I left and they had finished half a bottle of white lightening and were still going hard..

>>31790948
wait JT fag is a girl. there are no women on the internet. their are only boys and futas

>>31791096
We went over this a few weeks ago.
It has been established that their penises are very femenine.
and for my drinking buddies (everyone here)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6m5oFFWEt8

>>31791080
day 17
Well we had our first spill wasn't our fault though,
Some god damn ass hole thought they could use a galvanized steel container to hold high purity hydrochloric acid,
god damn container ruptured and bill got a few broken ribs when the torrent of acid swept him off his feet. God thing we always wear PPE other wise he would be dead.

I lodge a complaint in with the higher ups and told them that if I ever find out what ever company did that I would personally hunt down and beat the CEO and what ever fucking bean counter made that decision.

Fuck the only thing worse then the possibility of losing a coworker is the god damn clean up hosing us up for a few hours and leading to a back log of inventory that we need to distribute.

>>31791043
>implying museum curators aren't important

>>31791159
I'll drink a few more to that!

>>31791193
Day 18
Shit we have so many containers stacking up due to that delay it isn't even funny also considering the fact that it fucked up our automated storage system every things fucked.
That's not the worst though thank god security thought it was odd for that accident to happen and sent extra personal to check the crates in storage that we hadn't had time to check. me and my boys were moving crates using a grav lift when the next thing I know I hear someone shout contact and there was a huge explosion kocked me off my feet.
Next thing I know I pull out my duty side arm a nice little semi automatic pistol,
She may only have a 7 inch barrel but she shoots a 90 grain depleted uranium round at around 2900fps and the round is around 2.2mm in width and has a magazine capacity of 30 rounds.

and boy does it make a mess as soon as me and my boys got our asses in gear and saw where the security team was and the hostiles were I pulled off one shot was aiming at the guys upper chest but maybe I aimed a little high and it hit him smack dab square in his helmet making a tiny hole in front and the back but his visor went from clear to red.

Any way we vented 10 of them and the security team vented 40 of them. We didn't bother checking the rest of the containers we sent them for decontamination which consists of bathing them in high intensity gamma and neutron radiation we are still letting them cook for an additional 90 hours

>>31791356
I want this gun.

>>31791375
yeah anon I know the reason I write about guns like that is that they give me a hard on. Why we didn't pick fletched guns for personal side arms I will never understand... Or for that mater why we didn't go with the styer gun during the 90s for the advanced combat rifle or hell any of the guns. They were all so good.

>>31791434
Two fold answer. Money and vested interest.

>>31791454
I know but hell they could have chose the colt if vested interests were the issue hell when it comes to money and the military in America the army probably regrets not pushing harder in the 90s seeing how much money the airforce and navy has gotten.

>>31791474
My father was air force so I'm not touching that with a 10 foot pole lol
>not saying he wouldn't agree with you

>>31791537
oh I don't mean anything bad about the airforce or navy just that they are better at lobbying and getting money for projects..

>>31791574
No offense taken. I knew what you meant. I'm pretty even tempered anyway. It's It Ain't Me's "Things We've Lost" story that makes me rage.

>>31791356
day 19
So I talked to Mark about our little intrusion and he sent me a letter back saying things surface side have been hectic of lately a lot of "big gears moving and small ones breaking" in his words. Apparently the people who attacked us belonged to some religious fanatic group and they are opposed to all orginisations that use tank bred humans or any GMO (wonder how those fuckers eat). Any way I went to the comic store and found out that they had a complete anime edition of spice and wolf and I don't mean 2 seasons I mean to the completion of the light novel. God damn this is what I am watching in my spare time, god damn I am a weeibo. Fuck does that term still even mean anything or was that something my VR training just made up. any ways fuck it I'm watching anime tonight.

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>>31792124
>inb4 futurama
That's my show right there.

>>31791923
Day 22

More work more bullshit but nothing too bad we had some unidentifiable container as it had its bar code scraped off by some jack ass who handled the tank to roughly by a depot mech. God damn jackass probably was imaging he was fighting Godzilla.

Any how we popped it open and we were face to face with smelly stinky sulfur. We packed it back up and sent it on its way.

Any how I finally went to the company brothel god that sounds strange company brothel.... I mean it sounds strange in a good way.
Any how their was this cute chick probably around 5foot 7 slight build probably a b cup she had eyes that looked like rubies, slightly tan skin, and silver hair with wolf ears and tail. any ways talked to her for a bit and asked her if she wanted to kill her brake time at a bar ( god damn I am such a fucking beta hell its even in my product description) .
So she changes out and goes to the bar with me have a few drinks.
Apparently this is pretty common with it all being a dick fest and all the fact is that not all guys want to bone and a lot of us just want to talk.
Apparently she is new here just arrived from the factory tank, although apparently there was a mistake she was supposed to be a high ranking security officals companion but he got wasted in by a plasma cannon. so now she's here.
I told her I would see if I couldn't get a job change for her even though I don't have much seniority... Heck I wonder if I could get her transferred to my quarters...

>>31792351
Day 23
god fucking damn I never thought the bureaucracy would work so fast or that I would get a sentient companion before I could get a dog.

Well what ever the case is me and selvia are now living in the same room and she now has a job working in human resources...
I wrote mark a letter about this , he replied "well yeah you do realize that when you were purchased the man you were talking to was the director of the entire organization"
So apparently I am in the good graces of the director I better not let him down.

>>31792351
so assuming you aren't binning this, what you want the title to be?

>>31792450
fuck man ummm....
The organization
I'm same writer as shire rifle society and guns don't kill people do

>>31792474
dear god I'm becoming a regular...wow.

>>31792520
You can check out all you want...
but you can never leave.

>>31792474
i guessed as much. works for me mate.

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>>31792351
>>31792417
I am really enjoying this universe. Keep it going! And as always, take your time. We are patient.

I know I said I wouldn't post, but guess who got drunk and is doing it anyway...
>and there's nothing you can do to stop me!

Light My Fire (PTR/HK) cont.

>Times a'runnin'
>my heart is pounding
All!
Hell!
Can't stop us now!
>level my sights again
>CRACK!
>CRACK!
>CRACK!
>the little carbine's barks are loud and thick as they roll through the surrounding pine forest
>last shot
>CRACK!
>dump the mag into the pouch
>grab the remaining fresh one from my vest
>jam the mag in and rack the bolt, again, like an AK platform
>take out the remaining five
>last stage
>I hold tightly the cylindrical grip of the walnut stock, muzzle aimed high, and run
>It's another 50 yard sprint to the first of three boxes
>two shots in three positions, 100 yards in distance
>I can see the box coming up fast
>My time running track and XC in high school is paying off
>I inhale through my mouth and exhale through my nose
>wind roars past my ears
>my heart is pumping strong
All!
Hell!
Can't stop us now!
>I decide to slide into second, as it were
>a dust cloud forms around me as I use my forward momentum to carry me upright again
>in my standing shooter's stance, I find my target
>this is were I'll need to be careful
>pull the rear sight up its ramp to the second hash mark
>I rest the steel against my pectoral
>my aperture lines up with my trident
>a white silhouette stands out against the 600 yard berm, 100 yards away
>I draw up the slack in the trigger and wait for the sights to align with the target
>CRACK!
>a distant ping
>hit!
>allow for her muzzle to calm back down
>her trident is wanting the dance around again
>calm down, Rose
>breathe...
>careful shot
>aim, FIRE!
>squeeze again
>CRACK!
>another distant ping
>now for the hard part
>kneeling position
>my large frame and lack of experience in this position makes it awkward

>>31792810
what did you write?? don't take the no comments thing personally. a lot of stuff gets buried or moved along also if people commented on every thing this board would get shited up quicly

>>31792852
well since you deleted your comment I wont know... anon don't give up, just keep giving it a go.

>>31792810
Just post.
Even I do think that my writing has degraded to a degree, /wfg/ is willing to gobble it up, and in return they give critique.

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>>31792810
Just post what you got. I'll read through it amd see if I can't lend a drunken sledge hammer to your tool belt to fix the apparent problem.

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>>31792778
Light My Fire (PTR/HK) cont.

>my large frame and lack of experience in this position makes it awkward
>one knee down, elbow resting on top, I find it difficult to stay balanced
>I fight against myself more than I do the rifle
>the clock is ticking
>time is running
>and I'm still on the first target
>lean forward for stability
>Fire
>rookie mistake
>the bullet impacts left of the target in the dirt, spraying dirt skyward
>fuck... relax...
>take my elbow off of my knee and let the rifle settle herself out
>take up the slack
>line up the target
>squeeze
>CRACK!
>ping!
>yes! I'm on the board!
>allow the sights to level out again
>breathe... relax...
>I'm really uncomfortable
>squeeze off another
>CRACK!
>The 110 grain projectile clips the shoulder and doesn't ring
>dirt spits into the air behind the plate
>there is no call for a hit
>fuck!
>aim again
>time keeps on slipping...
>put the trident right on the heart of the target
>squeeze again
>CRACK!
All!
Hell!
Can't stop us now!
>hit!
>finally, I can lay prone
>this is where Rose's short 15 round magazines will come in handy
>I rest the carbine on my left arm at the crease of my elbow
>just as good as a sandbag
>finally, my left is good for something
>the next two shots are all too easy
>CRACK!
>hit!
>CRACK!
>hit!
>briefly feel sorry for those who need optics for this distance
>leap back to my feet
>sprint laterally to my right to the middle box
>I'm having to catch my breath
>jesus, I will have no trouble sleeping tonight

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>>31793113
Light My Fire (PTR/HK) cont.

>jesus, I will have no trouble sleeping tonight
>catch my breath and aim
>can't even see clearly down range
>you know what? I am out of shape
>I should exercise more
>hold my position as my blood slows
>tick tick tick...
>line up my sights on the new white silhouette 100 yards in front of me
>take out the slack in Rose's trigger
>there's a 6 pound wall there that breaks as soon as you-
>CRACK!
>hit!
>one more...
>hold steady
>steady...
>CRACK!
>near miss, but a hit none the less!
>kneeling
>here we go again...
>I think it's because I'm distantly from Scottish highlander blood I have trouble with this position.
>fuck it
>aim
>the target serpentines in my sights
>time the shot
>Click!
>goddamnit!
>I look at the receiver
>the bolt is in battery
>rack it a couple of times
>I'm empty
>I wasn't counting my shots that time
>release the little box mag into my dump pouch
>open Rose's little mag pouch on her stock and pull a fresh one free
>it clicks right into place
>rack her bolt again, AK style
>it takes another four shots to put two more grey dents in the silhouette
>i can feel the seconds passing
>laying down though only costs me two more rounds
>and just like that, I'm up and running again
>To shave some time, I form an idea, but it's a bit of a gamble
>the weapon must be cleared for the clock to stop
>last box of the last stage
>the light at the end of the tunnel is visible but so is the clock running in my mind
>Rose is feeling the urgency as well
>hold the rifle to my pectoral
>aim
>make the shot
>CRACK!
>hit!
>CRACK!
>hit
>kneel!
>CRACK!
>CRACK!
>hit!
>CRACK!
>hit!
>drop to my stomach!
>nestle Rose on my arm
>CRACK!
>hit!
>dump the magazine into my left hand and shove it into my pouch
>reposition and lay Rose back down on my arm again
>CRACK!
>hit!
>the clock stops
>I stand and rack the action a couple of times to prove she's empty
All!
Hell!
Can't stop us now...