/wfg/ - Writefag General - Grab Tankfu, Go Innawoods Edition

>>31797215
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

Diary anon
http://pastebin.com/wjHKSdZU

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

Serial-Anon
Serial 1: SHTF, /k/ommando must survive (ongoing)
http://pastebin.com/aMVuYEjc

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

>>31797224
/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

the /k/afe (varius)(ongoing)
http://pastebin.com/sTAHndn5

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

>>31797232
Ak 4OR (ongoing)
http://pastebin.com/MQQyKaf3

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

A. Shephard
Small zone of confort
http://pastebin.com/fLYuCuHz
http://pastebin.com/ywAJj7cy

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

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

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Yall ready?
I got one imbound.

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not OP, but this is the first part of ATannie

Caught mid-flight Ch. 1

He was exited.
This was his first real mission.
He was jittery about it.
He had never killed a man before, and he didnt know if he was ready to do that.
Although, technically he could take as long as he wanted to come to terms with it, his supiriors even suggested that he do that.

His name was David, and he was the result of project Lazerous.
The project was supposed to 'unlink' someone from the regular flow of time.
The project had succeeded in that.
David could, through power of will, control his flow of time.
Not just his perception of time either.
He could build an entire house in a minute, or stand at attention for several weeks in a blink of an eye to him.
He could waltz through an artillery barrage unscathed (if slowly) or run a mile in a second.
He was made to be able to do anything.
This of course had limits. He still needed to eat and drink normally (within his own time of course) and there was only so much he could speed himself up.
There may not be an upper limit to how much he can slow himself down, but given that he could be easily kidnapped while frozen (or make years pass in a second and accidently skip something important) this side of his powers were less tested. He mostly used them in a case of last resort, as he was nearly indestructable during that time.

His mission, his FIRST mission, was to secure an entire enemy FOB single handedly.
To accomplish this, he was only issued a combat knife and an old, obsolete GyroJet rifle.
He had initially dismissed the gyrojet, as its use in normal time was overcomplicated, but then he tried firing a regular rifle while he was speeded up. He had to fight the gun in unexpected ways to make the shots go where he wanted them to, and it basically made him no better than a regular infantryman when using it.

>>31797312
A scientist had quickly discovered that a gyrojet rifle would solve those problems. He could fire the rifle, with its negligable recoil, and quickly acquire another target as soon as the 'bullet' left the stumpy barrel.
The knife was self explanatory. Moving at mach 4-ish, he could use pretty much anything as an effective weapon, but a knife was the simplest and easiest to use.

«Chutes on, drop is green!» The jumpmaster shouted at him from a few feet away.
He didnt need to know that the chute-pack he was wearing was full of gear instead.
He approached the back ramp, took a deep breath, and jumped.
The air blasting against his face was cold, but not unwelcome, David smiled as he fell.
He had 15 seconds of safe freefall and he was going to enjoy it.
He had joined out of the red berets anyway.
But the average airborne grunt wouldnt understand the pure joy of freefall without a parachute.
Sure it was suicidal, but the rush couldnt be beat.
As the end of his 15 seconds came close, he slowed himself.

As they say, it isnt the fall that kills you, its the sudden stop at the bottom.
A sudden stop of less than an 8th of a second.
Which he felt over the course of a minute.
To an outsider, it would just be a man falling into the forest, with a massive impact at his landing.
He sped himself back up to find himself in a David-shaped dent in the forest floor. He quickly checked his gear to ensure nothing was damaged.
Luckily he had fallen correctly and the only things broken were the ground and a tree he had hit on the way down.

>>31797317
He got out his portable, encrypted, long range communications gear to report in.
«Doc to central, insertion succesful.»
«Central recieves doc. Commence firesale.»
«Confirmed central, doc confirms firesale. Out.»

He sped himself up, hearing the world around him fade into silence.
Birds nearby going silent suddenly as if they had popped out of existance.
The wind growing silent as if it suddenly decided it had somewhere else to be.
Amidst the silence, his tinnitus kicked in.
With no ambient sounds, anyones hearing problems become prominant.
With absolutely no sound, the silence was, ironically deafening to David.
He had to sit for a moment to regain his composure.

Soon he had acclimatized and went on his way.
In seconds of real time, he had cleared twenty miles.
All the way to the FOB.
He stopped for his dinner, inspecting a bird in midflight at shoulder level as he finished a package of Jalepeno cheese spread.

When he was done, he walked calmly up to the gate. This was the fun part.
He grabbed aholt of the chain linked fence and pulled.
It came apart in his hands. After all, he applied all that force in what amounted to an instant.
He took the time to go up to the gate guard and slapping him.
It felt like slapping a frozen ham.
But again, with all that force applied instantly, when time continued normally, the guard should be incapacitated.
He headed further into the compound, finding the barracks and continuing on until he spotted an officer going into a squat, concrete structure.
Looked like officer country to him.
He took the time to look over the stiff uniformed man.
Golden leaf, a major.
Too bad, he had too much rank.
David grabbed the mans head and shoulder, pulling quickly until he felt the bones in the mans neck snap.
First kill.

>>31797321
David took a moment, he had time after all. He looked at the man, still standing stiffly, one hand holding the door slightly open. No outward signs that he was dead except for his head being tilted back.
He could be looking up at the clouds.
But David know better.
It made him a bit queasy to see him there, knowing he was already dead. But he couldnt afford to puke.
He choked back his bile and slipped inside the building.

He pulled out his knife now, deciding that it might be better than feeling the sickening crunch under his hands.
He spotted another man, in the midst of stomping across the hall with an air of authority.
Too bad.
He drew the knife across his throat deeply.
Interesting how it left only a thin line across the mans throat, even though David was sure it had severed his trachia along with the cartoid and jugular.
He moved along throughout the building, killing all COs he came across, leaving only a lance corporal at his desk alive.
Eventually he came across the Colonel in charge of the facility, and quickly did him as well.
He rummaged around for a minute before finding what he came for.
A small black codebook, hidden inside the colonels desk, too bad the wood couldnt withstand the immmediate application of 200 lbs within the space of a quarter second.
He quickly removed himself from the base and headed east to his exfil point.

Unbeknownst to him, all his actions were being observed. Or rather, the results were.
12 men fell, clutching their throats, one man drops in the doorway, falling like a puppet with its strings cut, the guard's head snaps to the left and he falls over uncoscious.
All of this, almost instantly.
The mission had been more succesful than they could have hoped.

>>31797215
I'll bite. I have a story I wrote when I was in high school. Gave up on it a long time ago. I'll post more if there's interest.
There is a place beyond the trees. Out by the rocks where water runs over the smooth stones. I found this place by accident while hunting. I wandered through the trees until the wind stopped, and dirt faded from brown to old slate colored stone and the trees got smaller until they disappeared outright.
I stood just outside this sullen exclave and peered into the cracks between the smaller stones. There was no moss or river plants in the gently rolling water. The water fell into the small holes to disappear into the world below forever. As I squat down closer the sound of ground water became more audible but still distant. The drips that made it beneath the surface faded into the caverns and tunnels that lie under my feet.
I could feel the sun begin to warm my neck, and when I looked upward I saw the clouds had parted to let out a sliver of soft light. I turned my attention back to the rocks. There was something endearing about them and their mix of grey and white striations. It was satisfying to watch the trickling water disappear. I sat like that for quite some time. Sometimes I would run my fingers through the stream and feel the frigid water until I was numb. Entranced by this I had lost myself to time and paid no attention to the sunlight fading below the tree line behind me.
At the onset of dusk I was brought back to reality by the noise of rustling leaves. Among the rotting layers of pine needles and cracking twigs was a rabbit. It's onix eye omitted all feeling and emotion as it slowly set itself down on the tuft of forest floor. I raised my gun up and held the rabbit in my sights. I held the stock steady, remembering the reason I came to the woods. I glared at the rabbit with hunger, but I dropped my gun altogether.

>>31797379 My focus came to a pique of upset determination and then fell. Falling far into this rolling wave of serenity until I slung my weapon over my back and stared back at the rabbit in a kind of trance.
Our gazes, if rabbits could gaze, met and we became silent players in a game to keep the woods quiet. The rabbit didn't move. It kept steadfast and held to its post of leaves and twigs. I mused myself a bit. Rabbits have a habit of being fretful things. I would find them in the back of my shed or even walking through my garden to try to make it under my home. To find a rabbit so comfortable in the open, where predators could grab the poor creature was very curious. I approached my new companion. Its only movement was the rhythmic twitching of his soft nose and speedy breath that tufted out the fur of its neck. I became so close to the rabbit that I extended an airy hand, for fear of scaring it off. My fingertips felt the fur of its back and soon I had lifted it to eye level by the scruff of its neck. I placed the rabbit in the crook of my arms and walked back to my home with nothing to show for my trip into the forest.

>>31797312
>>31797317
>>31797321
>>31797326
Good sci-fi but try not to tell us so blatantly about his powers or his circumstances. It doesn't keep the reader guessing as much.

>reposting blueballing from
>>31781973

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.

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>>31797426
>mfw I forgot to fix my spelling errors in my own repost

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."

>>31797419
Guessing wasnt what i was going for.
Nor sci-fi really.
You know soupamans powers, you still watch the movies.

>>31797440

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.

>>31797242
Missed a short story
>>31793317

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>>31797215
>used the pic I posted from Vertical Tank Quest in OP

YES.

>>31797450
Eh I tend to lump superhero shit with sci-fi, so that's unfair on my part. I'm not really a huge fan of either genre.
>mfw haven't seen a super hero movie since captain america 1
I tend to avoid it.

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i wrote a very much non-canon /and feelsy) ending to the story just to piss people off, should i post it?

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>>31797622
Ehhhhh up to you. I wouldn't read it, but others probably would.

I want to keep the story pure!

>>31797622
It really wasn't that feelsy to me honestly, but let's piss off anons

>>31797485
>>31797634
What are these? OCs?

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>>31797647
These
>>31797634
>>31797485
>>31797215
are from a great story called Vertical Tank Quest that was run on /tg/ a year ago.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=vertical+tank+quest

It's got everything; Steel Batalion, tank combat, waifus, waifu wars, references, great character building.

Check it out.

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>>31797622
Standing by...

>>31797452
>now continuing casefile 5, I wonder, does pastebin have a character limit?

In the dream, Dave was alone. He was standing in the middle of what appeared to be some great salt flat, or a white desert, or some sort of snowy plain. He couldn't exactly tell, because his attention was not focused on the ground.

It was focused on the wall of fog rolling towards him, like some sort of ethereal tsunami. It hit him face on, and he felt the air temperature drop to below freezing. He wasn't dressed properly for such temperatures, yet he wasn't shivering.

He heard a scream in the distance, off somewhere obscured by the fog. It was nothing more but a distorted echo, so much so that he could only tell that it likely belonged to a woman. To Chris? He didn't know. But he wasn't given long to dwell on it, as he was suddenly aware of the fact that he wasn't alone.

Dark figures were all around him, approaching through the swirling fog. They looked ethereal, like they were made of black smoke. But they had eyes, very distinct and well formed eyes, that bore right through his soul. They came closer and closer, and as they did, the fog swirled faster around him, like he was caught in the center of a tornado. He turned around to look for some route of escape, but he was completely surrounded.

He suddenly felt something sharp pierce his side. He looked down and saw that there was a spear embedded in his flank. He didn't feel the pain, but he felt the sensation, and he started to get woozy. When he wasn't looking, something slashed across his belly, and he looked back in time to see his intestines spill out. He fell backwards, and hit the ground heavily.

A large knife made of bone materialized where he couldn't see, and was pushed into his chest by some unseen force. It split him open, and he felt his ribs being spread. The figures made of black smoke fell upon him, and he felt himself being ripped apart, piece by piece; he tried to scream, but no sound came out...

Do remember this is not the main story, and i'm just trying out some different things here

A thunderous noise rips through your ears. Like being hit be a freight train. All air escaped your lungs and you wheeze for air. Tears are pouring out from your eyes as you desperately struggle for air. You fall to your knees. The panic is building up inside as your lungs refuse to cooperate. You need your right hand for support as well, while your left still is at your own throat. Time passes as you slowly feel the nectar of life being drained away from you. Just a little bit more, and it won’t hurt anymore, they say. Just take one more step, and you will have nothing to worry about, ever again. No pain, no money issues, no betrayal. EVerything will be okay, if you just take one more step. They want you there. You see your mother there. She looks at you with that friendly smile, those loving eyes. WIth an arm around her, your dad.


‘Come on Anon! Stop playing these silly games with us. We’ve been apart from each other for some years now, but just come here, and we can be together again, just like we should have been’


Your mother still looks at you. She is smiling, just as she always did. She looks surprisingly slender


“But, when you died, you were…”
‘That was a long time ago, Anon dear’ she proclmains ‘Twelve years ago, in fact’ You’ve only visited us a few times since that’


‘Ehough of that, the boy has been busy’ You father has a rumbling voice, fitting of his his size


‘But we have someone to introduce you to, anon’


They take a step away from each other, and between them, a child. Small, light frame, rat colored hair and blue eyes. She clutches to her mothers dress.


‘Don’t be shy, dear, that is your brother!’


Your mothers voice sends chils down your spine

>>31797710
“I-i have a sister…?”


‘Yes, and she’s not seen her big brother since birth!’


Your fathers large hands shoves the little girl forwards a few feet


‘Go and say hi!’


She looks adorable. So small, innocent, the hint of worry in here eyes…


‘Hey Anon. Pleased to meet you! My name is-’


A panicked shriek next to you


“Lily?”


Few sounds could taken you back from the brink of death, but that one could. You lungs ork, filling your blood with oxygen, and imploring your heart to speed up it’s pace. You rush towards the noise, full of determination, but when you are halfway, you are fulled with fear, and a panic washing over you


Lily lies on her back. Both her hands are covered in blood. From her left side, a ten inch long piece of metal debris rises from her right side. Its deeply embedded in her lung, and it would be fatal to pull it out. Her blood is flowing in two directions, out of her body, slowly warming up the metal rod, or into her lung, further increasing her issues with breathing. Some trinkles of blood are poring out of her mouth, even is she doesn’t notice that herself. She doesn’t even notice you. Panic has engulfed her completely. Then again, it is hard to focus while being impaled. You want to embrace her, but this is impossible do to the metal poking out of her stomach


“Lily…”


Her eyes light up one last time, looking straight into you. One last smile on her lips. Her lung is now so filled with blood she can no longer breathe. One last breath


>Anon, I lo-


You are left. They are all gone now. Her beloved Luger lies next to her. You pick it up, and chamber a round
[also, if you Disliked ll this, blame Fortunate sons, it's all his fault i did this]

Requesting more of this story. It was posted by an anon a week or so ago and I need more.

I saved the pastbin.
http://pastebin.com/58m3cgpQ

>>31797727
You motherfucker.

>>31797710
>>31797727
I have a feeling that maybe this is how it should end somewhat
After all, as far as alien invasions are concerned, there are practically no scenarios in which we win

>>31797684
"Dave! Dave, snap out of it!" Chris slapped him rather hard, bringing him out of the dream.

He sat up, hyperventilating, and started feeling at his body, making sure that everything was still there.

She grabbed him by the shoulders and made him look at her. "What happened? You were screaming and flopping around and..." She watched him as he tried to get his breathing back under control. "Was it a nightmare or something?"

"I... I th-think so... felt... felt really... f-fucking real..."

She pulled him into a hug, and patted his back. "They all do... they all do..."

"N-no... this one... this one w-was different... I-"

The noise traps outside started to rattle. And Chris's phone started to beep softly. Something had set off the motion detectors.

In an instant, they were grabbing weapons, putting on vests, grabbing magazines. They rushed out together, guns at the ready, flashlights on.

"Remember," she told him, "We need to stay by each other's sides at all times, we can't get separated."

>>31797215
Riikka part 2 recap:

>The next mission is to protect a powerplant, a powerplant that uses bio-waste for fuel. You went there once in the past & the memory alone is enough to make you want to puke. It's not even the powerplant that's worst, it's the waste dump around it.
>Suddenly captain starts laughing, you are confused as to what is happening.
>"Sorry, I just couldn't resist, we aren't actually going there, I just said that to see your face when I said it" he explains as he gets himself back together.
>"Well played, so where are we *really* going?" you ask.
>"Here" he says as he points to a spot on the map. It's the neighborhood you were asked about before the company came here.
>"We are staying in the area because it's in the middle of a triangle created by three big cities, the enemy will no doubt land something here just because of that, and we are tasked with destroying them."
>"Great, 76th Guards Air Assault Division vs. a Local Defence troops company plus maybe some chairmen" you say, to which captain replies.
>"I know, right? They don't stand a chance."

>>31797727
JT I remember you've said you weren't sure what to do with the story or where to go with it or whatnot, and I know you've said this isn't the main story,
but FUCK
please don't make this the ending as a cop out later on.

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>>31797727
I did nothing. I am innocent.

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>>31798425
don't pretend your inocent young lad

>>31798197
>The briefing ends just as the last pieces of equipment are being in the trucks. As your team gets in the car and the column starts moving you ask your team leader:
>"how alone are we here, do you know?"
>"Aside from the chair force there is an MP company covering the powerplant plus some SAM launchers"
>"So the only indirect fire support we have available is our mortar platoon?" the FO -NCO asks.
>"At least for the time being, this crisis developed into a war faster than anyone expected, the mobilisation is still not finished, though the fact that Russkies didn't attack the highway base in force followed by landing the 76th in the area as their opening move balances things out a bit" your team leader says.
>"That's the other thing, we train to be ready to repel a landing by an air assault division with just our Local Defence battalion in the opening days of a conflict, and this is how things turn out?" FO -NCO's assistant notes, annoyed by something.
>"Personally I prefer this, since now we have at least some time to prepare a decent welcoming party for the desantniks" you say as you turn off the highway to a smaller road.
>"What do you think, will there be fireworks?" your team leader asks jokingly.
>"I think that's a question for the triple-A, if we can find them that is" you reply, provoking a question from FO -NCO's assistant:
>"What do you mean, "if we can find them"?"
>"The idea of the current air defence doctrine is to spread out the SAMs all over the country and more or less choose randomly which enemy planes are to be shot down by the first SAM they pass & which ones are to be let through so as to keep the Russkies guessing where our air defences actually *are*, they also move around & I wouldn't be surprised if there were even dummy units moving from place to place as a distraction" you reply and continue:

>>31792417
day 24
So life is different with selvia here I got an extra bed just for her and moving things around the house/ apartment/ dorm what ever the fuck it is..
all I know is that it is 700 square feet of living space and you can put up modular wall although she seems find with her bed next to mine.
Any ways work has been going alright since our little skirmish as of now we are just trying to clean up the battle damage.
Luckily for us the security forces used case less rounds so asides from my guys using their side arms we didn't drop too much brass.
The enemy opposition though used a metric fuck ton of it, old world 5.7 ap that shit couldn't penetrate our hard plates, maybe some of the soft joints but good luck trying.

This proably explains why they wasted so much ammo so far we have filled 10 10 gallon buckets dear god these guys must have been carrying at least 800 rounds a person. Their armor seems to have been on the light side old school plate carriers and some old school ACH helmets with visors and facial protection.
No carbon nanotubes all Kevlar and UHDPW

>>31798522
>"as such, they don't even tell our own troops where the launchers are, because if we knew where they are we would react to the information, and that reaction could be noticed by the enemy", you explain.
>"By the way, speaking of anti-air, does anyone in this car know how to use that MANPAD that was adopted some time ago, what was it called..."
>"Stinger, and no, I don't think any of us has had the privilege of being trained to use it yet" your team leader says.
>"Speaking of MANPADs, did any of you old-timers get training for "Igla" during your national service?" you ask, reminding that three of the other four guys are much older than you are, with FO -NCO's assistant being the only one younger than you.
>"Igla?" the Signals NCO asks with a confused tone.
>"ITO-86, Americans call it "Grail" I think" you explain.
>"Oh, that, not me, what about you two?" he asks the others, both shake their heads.
>"Pity, I would have loved if we all grabbed a Stinger or two and went all "afghan Mujahedin" on the VDV once they show up..." FO NCO's assistant continues from where the conversation about Stinger got derailed.
>"You mean, wrap towels around our heads, trade matches for their rations on Monday & attack their outpost on Tuesday?" you ask jokingly.
>"If it worked for the afghans, why wouldn't it work for us?" he jokes back.

>>31798711
day 24 continued
Although this doesn't surprise me much their group is pretty much neo Luddites crazies from all branches of religions that gathered together to fight the technological devil...
I have to laugh really and truly that we still have this issue after man has achieved inter galactic travel.
Though sadly it seems that there are some worlds where they have complete control over. It seems these ones were an infiltration task force, a suicide squad so to say martyrs to further their cause.
Well any way they made one hell of a mess some ethanol leaked out of tanks along with some water based lubricants that is used on some high end bearings. Stuff is pretty much Ky.
bill fell on his ass trying to clean it up. When we got bored we tried seeing who could slide the farthest in a plastic waste bin we cut in half and used as a sled, with the power assist PPE we have we were able to hit 35mph pretty impressive.
Any how I'm sending a letter to mark I hear some talk about a new asset aquistion regarding some sort of facility out side wonder if I will be involved.

>>31798780
day 25.
So every thing at work is back to normal.
Life with Selvia is interesting. I asked her about her tank memories she said that they consisted of her being on a farm in a communistic society.
She went on for hours about how they harvested grain and other food sources, despite being communist it seems they had local celebrations and pagan deity's. Apparently there was also a whole host of races and varying tech level's.

Honestly it sounded like the perfect place to live.
Any way I received a letter telling me to prepare to leave for the surface in 2 weeks with a whole list of things that I can buy for free with a discount at the organizations store. most of it is with regards to PPE, water filtration and other necessities.
Although I think I will probably be spending a good chunk of change on a nanite healing enhancement I saw along with a few genetic mods that boost my cellular regeneration, and resistance to toxins more so then I already am.

I also plan to buy selvia a gift for its a ring made out of tungsten fitted with small rubies that are the color of her eyes, and engraved with running wolfs. I think she would appreciate it.

>>31798853
day 26
11 days to go till surface deployment.
Selvia really appreciated the ring she just about tackled me to the ground when I gave it to her.
We also went out to a restaurant at the facility. Seriously we have a free chow hall every one can go to 3 times a day and they have a restaurant that you can pay to go to to have food made by actual people.

This place blows my freaking mind and its not like there is only one restaurant there are dozens of all styles and types.

Any way the one I took her too was an upscale stake house. As soon as we entered the place her tail started to wag a little. Damn that's so cute..
so we sat and ate, she asked me how my day was and anything. actually all she wanted to know was how I was doing...
I told her how things were going and such, she seemed fascinated by every little detail heck she even asked me how the graphene power packs in my PPE worked. I have never seen such curiosity.

In return I asked more about where she spent her time in VR, she said that despite being a farming commune her simulation had a large city near by but she didn't go there much, she preferred to go on trips with her parents into the mountains and go hiking.
Any way at the end of our date. Was it a date I honestly don't know we walked back to my room and I showered up and now I am about to go to bed all in all a good day.

>>31797814
Dave didn't seem to hear her, and just kept scanning the forest with his flashlight. Something crashed through some underbrush a short distance away, and he took off running at it.

"Hey! Fucking wait for me!" Chris sprinted after him.

He heard another sound of rustling leaves, and changed direction, veering off to his right. Chris struggled to keep up with him.

Something skirted the edge of his flashlight's beam and dashed off back into the darkness, and he once again corrected his course.

He kept running, determined not to lose sight of the skinwalker. He ran further and further, deeper in the woods, away from the campsite, away from Chris, and the whole time he was still hyperventilating, still feeling the effects of the nightmare...

He felt like he was being pulled forward. There was nothing he could do to resist.

Chris stopped to catch her breath, doubling over and feeling a stitch in her side. "Dave! You fucking asshole!" She still saw his flashlight beam in the distance dancing between the trees, before finally losing sight of him. "I'm gonna fucking beat the shit out of you when I catch up!"

She started jogging in his general direction, in a somewhat vain attempt to get to him.

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>want to post
>THREE stories going on at the same time

I feel like I'm a schizophrenic reading all these as they get posted.

I'll just hold off for a while.

>>31799014
sorry about that I'll hold off for a while, you can do yours

>>31798927
day 27
10 days till surface deployment.
So I was asking Bill and Joe what they thought about our impending surface deployment. They were pretty excited about it since it meant a chance at combat and they were hyped.

They want me to get in on the combat VR they have been playing at the sim station, I don't see why not it would be good practice for team cohesion and to get used to the weapons we have.

So after work I went with them to the VR sim but made sure to send a note to selvia so she knew where I would be.

Damn did we kick ass so the first time we played we were pitted against a spec ops deployment team who was tasked with holding a vip in and we were the agressors.
I think they weren't expecting us to be so adept at combat, I still remember after breaching the look of surprise on one of the guys face when bill chucked his rifle at him and then stabbed him with his vibro knife.
There is more to combat then genetics and superior gear some of it is just unusual exploitation of a situation.

The rest of our fights were more normal all in all our combined teams kill count was 45 with 10 deaths in total during our sim training with other teams.

Not too shabby considering we went up against a lot of hard core security types who had more specialized weapons and armor setups.

When I came back I found selvia waiting at the house, she had on a different clothing then she normal wore.
Generally she wares a lose fitting duck canvas type work coverall that has a shit ton of pockets and zippers but today she was wearing beautiful dress that hugged her curves and was a beautiful deep blue that contrasted nicely against her ruby eyes.

>>31799044
Nah, get it all out. I'm not egotistical enough to ask three people dumping their stories to all stop for me.

I'll wait till later when it's quiet.

>>31799014
oh my god sorry anon... ill take a break.

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>>31799062
No, keep going.

Everyone keep posting!

Oh god I didn't mean to do this oh jeeze

>>31799077
sauce on image... Adorable
any how I do need to take a short biological break.

>>31798354
i won't. I have the ending pretty much all figured out, i just need to figure which way it has to go in...

little details, you know?

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>>31797727
Goddamnit JT. God. Fucking. Damnit.

>>31798425
What the hell,man?!

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>>31799077
Dog Days.

Or Big Fat Cat Tats.

Warning: It's completely adorable schlock.

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>>31799229
Sorry, I missed my quote >>31799129

>>31799229
oh shit I rember that show. Too bad the MC was a major fagot.. Man how come in all of these harem type animes the MC is either stupid edgey I cant handle my powers or I cannot kill. I mean in my opinion best MC in harem anime is Itami from gate he gets shit done, and is capable and has no stupid moral arguments. and isn't a whiney bitch.

>>31799051
Day 27 continued
So she took me out to a smoke bar, kinda like a hookah store but they have all sorts of shit. None of it is addictive though but man it can fuck your shit up like there is no tomorrow.

We sat in a small booth and had this strange rig apparatus it looked like a distillation chamber had a baby with a oil fluid filtration system.
So she cracks an orange vile over a chamber and then puts the metal lid with a hole on top and heats it up.
After that man all I remember is having the best trippy time.
I think she called me a light weight.. She took way more hits off of it then me.
after she dragged me back home I was clinging to her like a new born baby and apparently fell asleep next to her in her bed.
Not sure if I am embarrassed myself or just moved forward in the dating game...
.

More Viktoria? More Viktoria.
Hopefully you guys are enjoying it.

>As I step into the house just ahead of her, I feel two arms come around me and begin to fumble with my belt

>She manages to unclasp it and starts to fiddle with the button as I grab her hand

>"V, not tonight." I say.

>"Lighten up. I'm just trying to tease you a little." She says with a pout

>"Of course you are. Just let me get the sheets on the bed changed real quick."

>"Hey anon...can you leave them on? They have your scent on them already and it might help me sleep" she says, bashfully rubbing her left arm

>"Heh. Yeah, that'll be fine. Need anything else?" I say as she walks into the room. A tank top and bra are flung against the wall.

>"Nope!" She says, poking her head through the doorframe. "I think that's everything. Goodnight anon!"

>The sound of quick footsteps are followed by a pause, and then the squeaking of bedsprings. After that, a satisfied sigh and deep breaths.

>God she's adorable.

>I get undressed for bed and grab a blanket as well as a small throw pillow before walking over to the couch. As I do, my phone goes off.

>It's a text from Victoria's mother. Funeral plans.

>I make note of them, cover myself, and begin to drift off

>After what feels like just a few minutes I wake up to what sounds like somebody outside on the front porch.

>DEFCON fucking 1

>I look at the clock. 2:27 AM.

>This is totally not good

>Grabbing my machete I creep to the door

>>31797710
>>31797727
ow, my soul

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>>31799297
If you want a decent harem, check out Rokujouma. While he might not be a military bad-ass like Itami, Satomi is pretty logical about things and the harem members themselves have decent motivations and character arcs.

Plus the whole thing is like a pseudo-parody of the genre, as the MC has to defend his tiny room from aliens, magical girls, underground mole people, ghosts, and dragons.

Shit's funny as fuck yo.

Alright boys, strap in. It's time for more A Small Zone of Comfort prologue!

Prologue Part 2: Light of Aidan


Years Later, 2011


The years after The Second Disaster, the area around chernobyl remind nigh-inaccessible. Mankind was seemingly denied it’s new frontier. But man was not so easily deterred. Slowly, a small group of brave, or foolish, people had pushed back into the zone. By creating detectors to warn of the unstable spacial anomalies. By creating suits that could resist more than just the heavy fields of radiation. Of the few men that came back from these early probes, tales of fantastical wonder came with them. They claimed there were places where gravity was turned upside its head. Where the ground seemed to grow organically into intricate webs. Creatures of unimaginable size and shape.


And most interestingly, Artifacts.


Only whispered in the most private of circles, these items were claimed to work miracles. From removing radiation in even the most severe cases, to accelerate the healing of deep cuts. Some could give you the stamina to run indefinitely, or be able to walk into open flame unharmed. When the existence of these items started circulating in larger rumor circles, it was laughed off as just more fantastical ramblings as the others. The laughter stopped when the money started flowing, however. Now even greater numbers of men tested their luck against something which constantly rejected every advance to uncover its secrets.

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>>31799793
For fortune, fame, curiosity, or adventure, The Zone as it was now being called attracted all types of life. Curious scientist, to opportunistic robbing scum, the one lesson The Zone had in for all of them was the very basic law of survival. Only the strongest could thrive here. As of every day more unspeakable horrors emerged, the proliferation of the deadly anomalies grew, and throughout the violence nature provided mankind continued to tear itself apart. It seemed that the increased military presence at the border could not completely contain both the horrors within and the eager groups outside seeking conflict within The Zone.


The government gave these people such labels as Scavengers, Trespassers, Adventurers, Loners, Killers, Explorers, and even Robers.


They called themselves STALKERS.

>>31799800
It was within this atmosphere that Aidan came to The Zone. Aidan was a young man who just dropped out of university, and was looking down on his luck. Not accustomed to the nature of life that would be so violent, it was more of a last option for someone who had failed every other prospect in his life. Hearing the economic opportunity finding just one artifact would entail, and having no other direction to follow, he had somehow managed to dodge the now heavy Ukrainian military presence at the border.

The Zone was considered by many to be a Horror that needed to be contained, and so the Military provided that; but would never commit to a full incursion. They would leave that to small groups of government funded scientist; flown in to study and maybe provide insights into the mystical nature of The Zone.

Once inside, Aidan had quickly run into Clear Sky. They were just one faction of many that had come into existence within this politically void region. After the initial incursions within this region; it had become abundantly clear that if people were to live within this region, numbers would mean survival. And so these factions appeared to support themselves and like minded stalkers in pursuing the goals they believed were important. Some sought to expand The Zone’s influence, while others grouped together to rob and exploit the ignorant and unaware.

Clear Sky was one of the smaller of these groups; whose beliefs were not those of profit, but scientific understanding. The best way of countering the zone was to have a complete picture, was their thought. But unlike the officially sanctioned scientist compatriots, they were not above resorting to violence to find solutions to their problems.

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>>31799804
As aimless as Aidan was, he quickly fell into this group. He learned much, surviving in the dense swamps that Clear Sky called home. He became proud to wear the blue and white patch of this small, elusive group. And very quickly he found treasure of his own.

“I’ll give you 15k for it, and take all of your patrols for the next two months. Final offer.”

“What? No, not after all the effort I took to get this back into this condition!” Aidan retorted to Serhiy, his close friend within Clear Sky.

“I know, I can hardly believe this is the same piece of junk rifle we found at the edge of the swamp,” Replied Serhiy

“That _I_ found, thank you very much. And despite the internals being in great condition, the outside needed a lot of work! New cheekrest, new scope rail, finding a new lens for said scope; none of that would be covered by what you’re offering! I’m keeping it and that’s final.” Aidan retorted.

“What use is it to you anyways? Most of us know you’re the worst shot this side of the Cordon!” Serhiy replied, knowing the futility of his argument but insistent on keeping on the banter.

“You know why,” Aidan said quietly as he looked down, rubbing the english words “Lucky” he had inscribed onto the buttstock of the rifle. Those english classes at university coming in use.. “And you promised not to talk about it.”

“Even now, I’m not entirely convinced, but I’ll keep my mouth shut. Otherwise Lebedev and the other eggheads would probably tear it apart.” Serhiy was referring to the stories Aidan told him about the rifle. Stories he wouldn’t believe unless he was on the end of one of them.

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>>31799812
They were both out on patrol, skimming the edges of the swamp for other stalkers that might get too close to their base. Although all they ever ended up doing was shooting at wildlife. But as usual Aidan was once again lagging behind. This life was not suited for Aidan, Serhiy thought. The kid would stumble through the swamps, forget his packs all over the swamp, even after they wrapped them in bright blue and white. On this patrol, they were talking back and forth, Serhiy giving Aidan the usual banter. Neither of them heard the pack of wild boars rustling through the grass. Stumbling into each other, both groups turned into confusion as Serhiy tried to back up and most of the boars turned and fled. But one overly large and aggressive one reared it’s head and charged right into Serhiy.

And then it dropped, sliding right up to his feet. Serhiy was astonished and confused. This boar was charging him at incredible speed. And Aidan was a ways behind him, standing directly between him and this boar. But somehow Aidan unslung the rifle, steadied it from a crouched position and shot around Serhiy to hit the boar. A close to impossible shot that even the most experienced stalker would have trouble with.

The SVD, Aidan later claimed, was special. In practice, it was only as good as the wilder behind it. That being terrible with Aidan on the trigger. But when he needed it most, in dire circumstances, the rifle would always hit. It would hit with such precision that would instantly debilate most targets. As long as he believed in it.

Aidan wasn’t sure what some of these artifacts from The Zone looked like, but he was now convinced that this was one of them. And after saving him from the charging boar, Serhiy agreed.

“And we’re going to need all the help we can get,” he said, looking down at Aidan’s rifle, “because we’re going north. To the center of the zone.”

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>>31799822
They were marching towards Limansk, a forgotten city very few knew about. Clear Sky’s wide information network set it as the best alternative to get to the NPP Plant. So far the journey was a quiet one. It gave Aidan a lot of time to think about what they were getting into.

Clear Sky was now headed to the center of the zone. Something that was the dream of every stalker. But all that filled his heart was dread. It was explained by their leader, Lebedev, that a small group had gotten to the center of the zone, and was making another attempt at this very moment. That it was the cause of the recent emission that rivaled “The Second Disaster.”

An emission that nearly took Aidan's life as he had accidently left his rifle outside and was still looking for it when Serhiy had to pull him inside. He found the rifle afterwards, noting it’s undamaged condition except the scope once again was damaged. He had left it with Suslov, their armorer, while he borrowed an ill-fitted optic.

What had filled Aidan with dread was that they were informed the hired mercenary they used to clear the way was running into resistance. Men in white and brown suits who were almost fanatically defending from Clear Sky’s efforts to probe deeper into the zone. Boars and wildlife were one thing, but how could he shoot fellow stalkers?

He must have been thinking out loud, because Serhiy responded “you don’t lead them so much!” and laughed as he slapped his back.

“It’ll be fine. I hear that mercenary Scar is ripping them a new one. Us in the rear probably won’t run into much resistance.”

>>31799829
Limansk: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O0X0xClxhbc (Give this a watch)

It was mid afternoon, and so far Serhiy had been right. Other than being slowed by anomalies, their walk through the city had been quite. Other members of Clear Sky were dragging the corpses to the sides of the roads; rummaging through their bodies and stockpiling their weapons. One such member from “acquisitions” even tossed an extra anti-rad his way. Aidan nervously noted most of the weapons and ammunition was of NATO origin. These guys must be well connected or funded to get such weapons this deep in the zone.

He was still nervous, the dense streets making it possible for an ambush from anywhere. And a large exchange of gunfire could still be heard up ahead, flashes seen against the looming radio towers on the far side of town. What was he even doing

Before he could finish that thought, he was yanked to the side as a whizz-crack could be heard incredibly close to him.

“Idtiot! The city isn’t declared clear, why were you walking in the middle of the street!” A man Aidan recognized as Trodnick yelled at him.

“S-Sorry” he nervously stammered back

“Don’t be, use that fancy shooter you have there and see if you can find the bastard.”

Aidan nodded and laid down, slowly crawling to the edge of the burned out car he was now hiding behind. He wasn’t used to the scope, but that wouldn’t be a problem in an area as confined as this.

>>31799837
“Where do you think it came from?” Aidan asked, a bit calmer now but still nervous under the pressure

“My guess is from those apartments across the river, our guys haven’t cleared them out yet.”

And Adian could see that in his scope, as he witnessed a group of blue uniformed men storm into a doorway; flashes and echos of rifle fire emitting from the windows within. He followed the windows up, and thought he saw something right before he flinched as a pile of asphalt was kicked up not a foot from his face.

At this point Serhiy had managed to crawl over to him:

“Aidan, no pressure, but that was really-”

“Shhh,” Trodnick interrupted, “let him work.”

Aidan required that window he saw, and true to his intuition, he saw a figure in the window. He brazenly had his rifle resting in the window frame, jutting it out into the afternoon sun. It was more surprising he hadn’t found it earlier. He calmed his breathing, matching the size of the figure with the chevron in his borrowed scope. It wasn’t close to what he practised. He became more nervous. He never made a shot at this range. All he had shot was a boar. Could he believe? Could he really do it? Could he-

>>31799846
His finger gave the trigger a little extra squeeze, and the silhouette was gone. Before he could even pull his eye away from the scope, or wonder why his finger seemed to move on it’s own, another figure could be seen shoving the now corpse out of the way and trying to grab for the rifle.


Another squeeze. And he too disappeared. He continued to watch the window. A third figure, but this time holding a flashlight and signaling a blue light three times. The storm group he saw earlier had finished clearing to that floor, and it was safe to move again.


He exhaled a breath he didn’t know he was holding, and brought the rifle up with him as he stood up from his prone position.


“What a shot! Aidan, I knew you could do it!” Serhiy exclaimed, dusting the dirt off his friend.


Trodnick nodded more solemnly, “Very good, but we must keep moving. The gunfire has died down, so that could mean we’re doing very well up there. Or we have no one left.”


Aidan collected himself, looking down at his rifle, “Lucky.” Once again it pulled off a shot he knew he could never make, and once again it saved his life. It gave him confidence, but made his nervousness grow. Why?


The rest of the afternoon was spent advancing slowly, cleaning up the remaining elements of the white and browned fatigued stalkers. They had managed to even capture one, but he just sat there, ranting a raving. He would spit at them “Monolith!” and try bite them through the mask. They tried taking it off, but the pale, scarred man they found underneath with completely white eyes convinced them that it was not a good idea. They had tied him up and left him in the care of the acquisitions men. They had the center of the zone to get to.

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>>31799857
Eventually meeting the rest of the group at the abandoned hospital, it was dusk now. Lebedev could be seen up ahead, handing a odd-looking rifle to the mercenary, who then trudged on ahead. Lebedev turned around and addressed the members present.

“Strelok is already at the center of the Zone. He treads there unhindered with the psi-equipment he wears. We must stop him, before the zone reacts again and spews forth more anomalies and horrors. The operation is simple; we will provide cover to the mercenary while he hunts for Strelok. If we are fortunate, he will get him before The Zone reacts, and will immediately pull out. Although the opportunity is tempting, we must leave immediately. We can come back later to study at another time, but the fight here was difficult, and our experts are not sure how long the path will stay open. Stay in groups, and provide the mercenary cover. Pull out when I give the order.”

He paused.

“And as always, good hunting Stalkers.”

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>>31799865
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m9ocAUQnNdE

“Aidan,” Serhiy said as he looked at him more serious than ever, “stick with me at all times. We were lucky in the city, but who knows what sort of things they have around the plant. You watch my back, and I’ll watch yours.”

Aidan only nodded. The tall stack of the Chernobyl NPP could be seen now, as a light rain started to fall. This is not what he came to the Zone for. But he had others now, who depended on him. He had purpose. He was good for something now. And he had Lucky. He had a feeling he would survive this. He would not die here. But as the faces around him told him, not many would share such luck.

They plant was now looming over them as they approached the outer wall. They started running.

They poured into the north gate of the complex, almost immediately taking fire. Most dove to cover, as a distant LMG opened fire and cut down those not fast enough. Without hesitation now, Aidan poked his head above the piece of concrete and sighted the roofline; where he thought the bursts of fire were coming from. The rain now intensified, and clouds darkening the already black night. In the flashes of thunder that were now present, he saw him. Lining the estimated distance in the scope, he exhaled and pulled the trigger. The gun fell silent.

The rest of his group bounding forward, he followed with. Another figure he saw on the roof. He stopped, sighted, exhaled, and fired. Not even bothering to check, he continued to run foreword. The experience in the city, the adrenaline within him now, all sought to combine to fill him with one purpose. This was not a calm that came from within, but seemed to come from having a capable rifle within his hands.

>>31799882
Gunfire continued to erupt, leading into a crescendo of explosions as grenades flew, men screamed, and the stattico of heavy machine gun fire provided a background to the carnage. This was no longer an organized assault, but an intense frenzy of death and carnage. He kept running.

More flashes, but not from the lightning. The rifle that the mercenary was now using sent streaks of bluish light forward, into the cover of those damnable white suited stalkers. He was briefly awed at such power, but only momentarily as he kept running. Aidan now dove behind an abandoned railcar. He took stock and realized he had gone too far; not being able to see where the rest of his group was in the downpour and darkness. He looked forward with his rifle and was surprised to find a man charging at him, without regard to his own safety.. He panicked, and fired without consideration to aim. The man fell, as if he tripped on something and falling only a few feet in front of him. He could only stare for a moment as he watched the man, face down in the dirt, observing how his breathing slowed. And then stopped. He continued to stare, as flashes of thunder, and flashes from the mercenary rifle both cast shadows in different directions around the body. The explosions in the distance now muted. The carnage seemingly miles away.

Then an announcement on his radio, it was Lebedev:

“Strelock’s psy-protection has been disabled! That ought to stop him. Now we just wait and see what happens.” A pause. “How’s the readings? Any drop in the level of anomalous activity?”

>>31799897
Aidan looked up. The low grumbling. The cloud formation, and the sky. This looked like a blowout, but could anyone survive one at the center of the zone? He already knew the answer.

The radio continued to transmit “Gah! I didn’t expect this! Anomalous activity is through the roof!”

This was not a normal blowout, Aidan thought. Helpless, he sat down behind the railcar and clutched his rifle against himself. The rain pouring down his mask as he looked at it. This rifle was special. This rifle had saved him. This rifle WILL save him. He continued to think. He looked at it, pleadingly. The SVD just sat in his arms.

“The Zone was supposed to calm down!” Lebedev continued over the radio.

Gunfire still continued around him, blue uniforms clashing against the white and grey. While most of Clear Sky had realized at this point the fatal inevitability of the situation they were in, the defenders of the plant continued to press on, undeterred about the sky above them ripping itself apart.

Aidan could feel a pain in the back of his mind, slowly growing. Their leader continuing to echo his sentiment over the radio waves,

“AGHH, WHATS GOING ON? MY HEAD’S ABOUT TO EXPLODE”

Aidan dropped the rifle, clutching his head.

The rifle disappeared as he squeezed his eyes shut, struggling to endure the pain.

Seconds before he lost his mind, the sensation he suddenly felt was so alien it had almost brought him back.

A warm embrace.

But it was too late.

The light of Aiden left his eyes.

Chernobyl was once again encapsulated in silence.

>>31799910
There are many legends within The Zone, each more fantastical and unbelievable than the last. A few talk about Clear Sky; the doomed group whose curiosity got the better of them, and how they all went to the center of The Zone only to simply disappeared. Fewer still talk about why. A dangerous scientific trip, or a naive attempt to stop The Zone; whatever one thought that could mean. And only a small handful who had actually been close to the center of the zone could connect the dots. The huge increase in numbers of The Monolith; the fanatical faction of brown and white fatigues that zealously guarded against any attempt to get closer to the zone. How one stalker would swear he saw on the torn arm patch of one of these monolith members, the faded blue and white patch of the once elusive Clear Sky group. That The Zone could somehow change the very will of man, to brainwash him and wipe him of his previous life; and give him simple purpose. This was the greatest horror in The Zone to the few who knew of it. The reason why the naive forever tried to grasp at the elusive treasures hidden in the depths of it, and the veteran and weary kept far away.

That's it with this part. One more bit of prolouge to get out of the way, and then we'll rejoin the man we saw in the introduction. I tried to strike a balance in describing the setting for those unfamiliar while not trying to bore fans who are already familiar with the setting. I hope I did alright.

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>>31799926
Also, I know I've used the trope of the Emission/Blowout in every part so far, but it's critical in understanding the character we've followed through all three parts so far. Once the main story picks up, I shouldn't be using it that much.

chapter 2 of what we lost

http://pastebin.com/UD2S76w3

>>31797660
Can we have the dog as a corgi?

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>>31797485
>>31797634
>>31797660
>Steel Battalion
>On November 19, 2081, China, supported by the Chinese led-UN, launch a savage but swift blitzkrieg against the United States, reducing the country from fifty to eight states: Tennessee, Mississippi, South Carolina, North Carolina, Georgia, Florida, Alabama and the new elevated state of Puerto Rico (with San Juan as the new capital of the US), before a ceasefire was declared.
>tfw The commonwealth becomes the Capital
>tfw you will never run tanks and defend the island from Cubans and paratrooping Chinks as a 19 Armor Officer
>tfw you will never lead a guerrilla war against Cuban and PLA troops inna tall grass plains of Juncos and the jungles of El Yunque en Río Grande
>tfw You will never protect the motherisland and bring pride into your deceased grandfather
>mfw

>>31800468
must.resist.the.redneck.jokes.

>>31799373
>forward in the dating game....
day 28
Well the date went better then I feared it would she thought my actions were "cute and endearing like a little kivotche" I seriously need to find out what that is I think it might be something from her VR sim.
Me and the boys got a shit ton of work done we have made up for a lot of lost time
I never saw two men work a grav lift so fast nor check containers so precisely and fast. We did 2 days of work in 6 hours.
then I found out the secret apparently bill spiked the coffee with some high grade neural stims.
Now during my time in my VR sim I was constantly dosed with high volumes of Lisdexamfetamine starting at a whoping 70mg at a biological age of 10, amongst others so you could say I am a connoisseur of stimulants.

This shit was crazy you had no jitters didn't even feel paranoid like you do when you down over 900mg of caffeine in one sitting nope.
It was a pleasant hum of time rushing by and you getting work done before you knew it was over.
Hell looking back at my bio feeds my heart rate was averaging around 170 and my core temp was 105 degrees F. well with in my operating specs..
Any ways I went out and purchased more of that stuff for when I go surface side. It comes in a quick dissolving tab and its named worktein. Even though it contains no protein..

>>31800693
day 29
8 days till surface deployment.
After reading over the facility I will be helping with reclaiming it looks like a real work out its located at the equator and if this was earth it would be no biggie but here it is its fucking hot and I mean hotttttttt. We are talking in the shade 145 degrees F people. god damn I might just have to get a few gene mods that help with hydration and circulation.
That's not the worst though the sand storms are brutal apparently the sand contains a metric shit ton of finely ground up corundum , which is really really hard almost as tough as diamonds, when being driven by 100mph plus winds it can shred you.

Luckily the facility is mostly underground. So that shouldn't be too much of an issue what we are worried about is the condition of the capacitors used for the rail gun that launches supplies in orbit and the cryogenic fuel tanks for rocket launch.

We think there may be a few squatters but apparently we have gotten most to clear out by offering them nice houses in less of a hell hole the others will be blasted out by security.
Feel bad for security though that place is over 200 square miles, that fucker is big but not as big as our place. Apparently the non restricted area for our compound is around 2000 square miles.. that's big. the official estimation for our workforce is around 4million workers that's before you count children and others.

>>31799427
"Hey let's break into this guy's house"
>Guy has a fucking LMG

This please

>>31800614
>PR
>Rednecks
We have Jibaros and Macheteros

>>31800948
no anono don't do it its an atf trap.

>>31801005
I was referring to the other 7 states

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>>31800948

For semi-auto pistols would the grips equal clothing? Just want a general concusses.

>>31801618
I guess if you want. Outside of underwear, I've not really given it much thought.

>>31797684
the limit it's around 500kb wich is a lot

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>>31800821
I want in on this universe! I'm already looking for apartments.
Your scifi atmosphere is so immersive! Keep it up. It allows me to temporarily leave the shit one I live in.

>>31800821
day 30
7 days till surface deployment
Woke up this morning and found selvia cooking, guess that's what all the boxes she purchased were for yesterday.
The food smelled good. And I mean good, somewhat spicy with a nice sweet undertone.
I will never forget this meal it was best damn breakfast I ever had and beat the pants of the shit the free chow hall poops out.

Well anyways the deployment looks like its going to be for a long time long enough they told me that I should prepare selvia for a temporary relocation with me. looks like it might last about 4 months or so. I told her she was fine with the move. I think I might bring her along with the guys for some combat training exercises. want her to be able to defend herself I cannot promise that out there will be as safe as in here.
Mark sent me a message through the tube system. Seems like he is going to be the head security honcho over at the new facility. He recommended I buy some new guns that would have ammo commonality with the security teams. Asides from the standard issue fletchet gun.
First on the list was a 30mm airburst munitions rifle. This thing is crazy it looks like G11 and a WA2000 had a baby with an XM25 and I like it. The ammunition oh baby rounds offered are air burst fragmentation with white prosperous incendiary, high explosive dual purpose with depleted uranium fragmentation jacket, HE incendiary, and delayed action armor piercing a tungsten slug filed with HE.
Now for the other guns I was stuck between two very fun and exciting choices.

One was a rail gun, it fired a 4mm projectile that weighed 160grains at around 5000fps. Now this generates a shit ton of recoil, and is at the maximum of what me and my power assisted armor can tolerate shouldering.
The other choice was a small slim SMG that had a dual barrel system along with a 100 round clip it fired 2mm fletchet of 50 grain at around 3500fps at a rate of 1200rpm.
So after thinking long and hard I went with the rail gun.

>>31801618
I guess

>>31802061
you and me both
Day 31
6 days till deployment on surface
So me and the guys were talking about the future apparently we will be living in prefab living quarters that are 200 square feet bigger then our current arrangements, so I cant complain.
Bill and Joe seemed pretty stoked. Guess they really miss the real deal of combat..
Or what they thought was real combat back in their VR days.
As for me... A little less certain but getting the blood pumping and having the shit scared out of me sometimes gets me going... actually hell it gets my fear boner going and I'm all in.
Fuck what sick fuck made me have that predisposition. I mean really I'm getting shot at and all my dick can do is think about pussy, I will say this us tank breds have some strange fucking quirks.

Viktoria update
(Gone lewd?)

>>31799427

>Looking out the peephole I see nothing.

>Taking a deep breath and shakily raising my blade I fling the door open

>"AAAAAHHhhh...motherfucker."

>My neighbor's labrador Larry lazily looks up at me, likely irritated for interrupting his rest.

>"Oh for christ's sake Larry. Fuck off. Go back home." I say, squatting down and lightly poking him in the stomach with my finger.

>He lets out a heavy sigh and lays his head back down.

>"Alright, whatever. Have fun laying in the snow." I say, shaking my head and walking back inside

>It's way too cold out there to just be in boxer briefs anyway

>As I round the corner I'm greeted by one very sleepy looking LMG.

>It's hard to see in the low light but she appears to be topless and is making no effort to cover herself. She's sporting easy C cups and pair of olive green pants. Hastily put on too, judging by the sound of her belt buckle jingling freely.

>"Don't look at her chest. Whatever you do, don't look at her chest" I repeat to myself in my head

>"What were you screaming about? I was nearly asleep"

>"I uh...I'm sorry. I thought I heard someone outside so I went to see what it was."

>"With just a machete?"

>"I mean, yeah. I didn't really have much else to u-"

>"Did you forget?" She cut me off, sounding amused and irritated at the same time

>"Forget what?"

>"I may look like a girl but I'm still your rifle you know. Why not use me?"

>"I just didn't want to wake you up is all"

>"I wasn't even asleep." She says with a bit of a whine, rubbing her eye with her wrist

>"I'm sorry. Anything I can do to help?"

>"Can you...can you just come cuddle with me? Your bed is really cold with only me in it" She looks down, definitely blushing

>"I suppose a bit of cuddling wouldn't hurt" I say with a slight smirk. "Especially if it helps you sleep better."

>>31802147
Day 32
5 days till deployment.
So there we are checking creates and containers moving shit when out of the blue we get a foreign contamination alert when we were clearing the boxes from quarantine.
So we run down to the section and we find a box has been popped open. So immediately we call security to lock down the place and implement quarantine procedure.
Now look you don't know what planet or what solar system or even galaxy you just got your shit from.
For all you know you just got eggs from weyland yutani, and you have a chest bursting mother Huber running around. luckily those don't actually exist but some pretty fucking scary shit does so we weren't taking any chances.
Lo and behold we found our foreign entity, a child. Most likely some sort of chimera.
Now its not unknown for there to be communites of tank breeds or other specialty gentic organisms that get dumped and they form communites.
What we saw was humanoid and but had a modified dog like head and fur every where. Think were wolf but not terrifying.
Shit the term is furry there we go jeez that brings me back to my VR days posting on the internet...
Now that I think about that, that's a whole new level of meta I was posting on a computer based network inside a computer based network that manipulated my organic based network aka my brain.
Well that tangent aside this kid looks like he had seen better days his fur was matted and he looked pretty starved we managed to coax him out of a corner and tried to comfort him. We handed him over to security, who immediately took him to the med bay,
bastards pretty hard considering that since the last incident we cook every and all shipping containers with lethal amounts of gamma radiation.

>>31802256
day 33
4days till deployment
Well it looks like that kid must of been the love child of some sort of super soldier or some shit because not only was he a okay but he was in pretty good health despite his malnutrition. Apparently they are teaching him to be a reactor tech.
On the flip side we are doubling the dose of gamma radiation and tripling the duration. The fact that anyone was able to make it through there alive means our security protocol wasn't high enough.

He will be a natural as radiation doesn't appear to bother him as much it seems that his body is really good at repairing damaged DNA .
Any way back to my life.
Well since I only owned my guns and a computer and had no real other personal belongings and the same for selvia our packing was pretty easy.
I also took her out to the shooting range to familiarize her with the pistol I had. She is a pretty good shot once she got over her flinch reflex, she had a 2inch grouping at 45 yards, pretty impressive if I do say so myself.

>>31802210
I really like where this is going.

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>>31802210

>>31802210
Seeing how it's pretty clear they'll fug, anon better make RPK wear a bag over her head with a picture of anon's fiance's face on it.

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>>31802210
Approved for all audiences!
Commence intercourse...
>yfw PTRfag's already hammered

>you hang up the phone
>she left you
>after you lost your job she didn't want to be with you anymore
>she said she'll be by Friday to pick up her things
>might as well save the trouble
>you gather up her things and take them outside
>put them in a big pile in the backyard
>get the gas can from the garage
>light her stuff on fire
>go back in the house
>go into the bedroom closet and pull out a box
>sit down on the bed with it
>open the box
>dad's old S&W Model 19 sitting inside
>load up a round
>make your peace with what you're about to do
>put the gun under your chin
>thump
>open your eyes as you feel the gun pulled out of your hand
>there's a young girl in front of you, holding the Model 19
>she stuck her finger in the way of the hammer
>a couple drips of blood patter to the floor
>she's crying
>"Please don't do this! You don't have to!"
>yes I do
>reach in nightstand, pull out your Bersa Thunder
>the last thing you see is the crying girl lunging for you as you put it against your head
>at least the Bersa is polite enough to not interrupt what needs to be done

>>31803656
Feeling down, anon?

>>31802210
normal or pegging? the choice is yours man.

>>31802852
write anyways. make it interesting.

>>31803656
bin or just letting the sad out mate?

>>31802210
Eh, if this does end up being just another set up to write a guy-fucks-gun story, I kinda find the backstory of a dead fiance to be an odd choice just to get things going there.

>>31803824

just letting it out

>>31803923
Wanna share what troubles you?

>>31803938

not particularly. not going to do it, don't worry

>>31799926
I know I'm several hours late but I enjoyed your story and thought it explained STALKER well while remaining interesting.

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>>31803656
Just let it out bro. I like your choice of gun, though. It's my favorite revolver. Underrated if you ask me. My father gave it to me. 19-3. If story-related just happened, just hang in there for another month and you'll be okay. I've been there many times.

>>31803824
Oh, know I am! Feels, feels, amd more feels. Followed by lewdness. Maybe some comedy.
Idk, I'm allowing Belgian pilsner to tell me what to write.

>>31804514
>not double belgian.
god dammit man.

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>Promised to have a story ready by today
>wake up planning to have it ready by tonight
>Buddy calls asking if I want to see Fury Road
>He has a home theater that cost him 200k
>My day was fire and blood.
>mfw I realized I did no writing today.

I'm moving quickly along with DTHW ES4. The stream of awesome is taking over, and the wild ride has begun. My readers, you're going to be in for an even wilder ride once you get this far in the meta.

DT series summaries (non-spoiler):

>DTH
>Tom Clancy's La Blue Girl StrikerS Destiny: Rogue Spear

>DTHE
>Tom Clancy's Allison & Lillia Flashback 2012: Lelouch Of The Galactic Heroes New Testament

>DTHNG
>Tom Clancy's Warhammer 40,000 Only: 4chan /tg/ Edition

>DTHW (pre-Movie The 1st)
>Tom Clancy's Sliders SG-1 GTS: Mezzo Overfiend of All Fears Edition

>DTHW (Movie The 1st and onwards)
>Tom Clancy's Red Storm Dynamite 7 Total Eclipse: Front Innocent of Darkness

>>31804541
Care to enlighten me?

>>31804613
No harm done. Fury Road is badass.

>It's been three hours.
>Not a single person who has answered so far was the buyer.
>It seems your sister has been racking up gramp's phone bill.
>You're still not even half way through the calls.
>What's even more disheartening was that you're three weeks back in the logs.
>There's very little chance that she sold it that long ago, unless she didn't even care that it belonged to your grandfather.
>Deciding that this next number will be the last for now, you once more press the dial button.
>It rings.
>And again.
>And once again.
>And-
>"This Jane? What the hell you want?"
>An annoyed sounding man answers.
>You clear your throat.
"Sorry, this isn't Jane. It's her brother, and I'm looking for something."
>There's a slight change in his tone from angry to suspicious.
>"Yeah, I might have what you're after. Did Jane already empty it out?"
>Empty it out?
>What the hell is he on about.
"I'm not sure. How much did she give you for... "it"?
>He chuckles hoarsely.
>"She shouldn't be out already, even if she lit one up every day. That gun she traded is pretty handy."
>Now it's very clear what you'd do to her if you ever saw her around here again.
>You'll kill her.
"Yeah, about that gun. I'm gonna need it back. She stole it from me."
>He quickly cuts you off.
>"Sorry pal, finders keepers. If you don't want to buy anything, then fuck off."
>There's no time to respond, as he hangs up right after that.

>>31804771

>While you're furious at your sister and this guy, there's a huge relief in knowing that you have a lead.
>You write down the phone number and some of the details of the call and call up the police once more.
>After a series of redirections, you get in contact with someone to file charges.
>Jane isn't getting off the hook for this one.
>Even if the rest of the family thinks you're some kind of backstabber, she's going to pay.
>With charges filed to be placed on your sister complete, they then redirect you to an investigator to talk about your stolen rifle.
>You give the details of the phone call and information on Ida.
>It only takes a few minutes for the investigator to record your story and his own thoughts on the case, and he leaves you with the instructions to wait until morning to come down to the PD to speak with him face to face.

>>31804779
>After hanging up, you exit the kitchen to find all of the rifles and handguns sitting patiently in the living room.
>Some have expressions of worry, others a crestfallen and somber look.
>The common ground between all of them is the unyielding stare and attention they give you.
"I think I found her."
>A few of the girls' expressions liven up.
>You are quick to explain the details.
"I spoke with the police. I think Jane sold Ida... for drugs."
>A mix of angry and shocked faces replace the hopeful ones.
"Tomorrow, I'm gonna head to Valdez to speak with the police about it. Hopefully, they know who she sold it to. Since Ida was stolen from me, he is obligated to return her to me. Doesn't matter anyways, since the guy is probably a drug dealer. The police can knab him for that."
>Wilma stands herself up and wraps her arms around your midsection, pulling herself tight against your chest.
>"Thank you, Annie. Please bring her back safe."
>You smile and place your arms around her back.

>>31804752
Familiar with two dubble style belgians. one was a frankenstein homebrew that came out light and smoother than a well lubricated 50 round. the other is the Dubbel, which https://www.beeradvocate.com/beer/style/57/ explains a bit better than i.

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"D'you think I'm doing this alone? Hell no, you're coming with me, Wilma. I may need you to keep me safe."
>She looks up at you in shock.
>"But, aren't the police going to handle it? Why do you think you'll need me?"
>You chuckle slightly at the thought of a gun asking you why you need it.
>But instead of responding with the cliché quote, you pat her head.
"You think I'm gonna just sit back and hope they bring her back? No way. I'm gonna bring her back myself, whether the police let me come or not, and you're gonna be the one to help me do it. Okay?"
>She presses her head against you and nods, rubbing her forehead on your chest.
"Good. Now let's get some sleep. It's gonna be a big day tomorrow."
>You bring Wilma back up the stair and into the master bedroom.
>After having the pistol show you where the ammo was kept, you load a few mags and set them on the night stand.
>Finally, you crawl into bed with Wilma following after you.
>Settled in with the lights off, you slowly succumb to sleep with one droning thought repeating in your head.
>You're gonna bring Ida home.


I think that'll be it for the night.

Also fuck the 2000 character limit. Makes spacing these out a bitch sometimes.

>>31804786
I'll keep that in mind next time I head into Memphis.
>also trolling Rose atm.

>>31798930
Dave kept running on, deeper into the forest, like a man possessed. Indeed, he almost felt like that was the case. He didn't seem to be in control of his body... he just felt like a passenger. And he didn't know the destination.

On and on... on and on... until his foot caught a root in the undergrowth.

He stumbled and was sent sprawling, ending up on his face.

He reached for his FAL and sprang back up. His eyes were frozen wide, and his pupils were dilated.

He snatched up his flashlight from the forest floor, but even though the beam was a strong as ever, it seemed useless. The darkness was too oppressive. It was closing in from all sides, like a noose around his neck.

He started to panic fire. The air was filled with the sounds of cracks of the rifle, and .308 rounds impacting dirt and wood. He did a complete 360 degree turn, firing all the way, dropping out the empty magazine and slamming a new one home.

Fire, fire, fire, click, empty, new mag, slam, fire, fire, fire, click, empty, new mag, slam, fire, fire, fire, click, empty, new mag, slam, fire, fire, fire, click, empty, new mag, slam... last mag...

"Where are you!" he screamed, his head on a swivel, eyes still wide, pupils still dilated. "COME THE FUCK OUT!"

His heartrate was spiking, and he couldn't calm down. He couldn't control the panic he was feeling. His heart was beating so hard that it felt like it was going to burst through his chest.

Something moved in the corner of his vision. He turned to face it, leveled out the rifle...

"Dave, don't shoot, it's just me!"

>>31804808
Word count dot net helps a lot

>>31805004
Notepad++ counts the selected characters, it's just hard to get a good flow in the posts. I don't like breaking stuff up in weird places between posts.

More Viktoria!

>>31802210

>She walks up and embraces me. "You're the best!" She says, burying her head into the side of my neck and her tail flicking side to side

>As she squeezes her chest against mine I feel something like two soft beads poking into me

>"Are those her? Shit, yeah. Yeah they are." I think to myself, trying to take a mental cold shower in an attempt to prevent anything embarrassing from happening

>Only then did I realize that my member seemed to have other plans, quickly rising to full mast

>This is bad. This is really bad.

>I try to gently push her off, but she's not budging. All it's making her do is stand on the tips of her toes and nuzzle into the side of my neck even more

>I try to move her again, reaching my hand around to push her off a bit more forcefully. She moves at just the last second and I quickly end up with a handful of boob

>FUCK

>"Ahhh~ You pervert~" she purrs into my ear, definitely enjoying it

>All the sudden, she squeezes my body tighter to hers, closing the gap between our hips

>She squeaks

>Ohhh shit. I just poked her with it.

>While still holding on to me with her left arm, she curiously reaches her right arm down, waving it around until she brushes against it

>Her suspicions confirmed, she lets out a very unattractive snort followed by a bout of laughter as she turns and gingerly steps into the doorway to my room

>"You're such a pervert anon. Get in here before I change my mind" She says teasingly.

>I oblige and follow her back into the bedroom

>I crawl under the covers first, raising my arm to invite her into bed with me

>I head her the crumpling of fabric, quickly followed by the abrupt thud of her belt buckle hitting the wood floor.

>A slim figure hovers over me for what seems like only a second before crawling into my arms with a light giggle, assuming the role of the little spoon.

"We should do this every night anon."

>In an instant, she's fast asleep.

>>31804312
Thank you. I mean this sincerely when I say that having your response, any response at this point, is very kind to me.

Did you check out the first two parts in the archive? They didn't get much feedback either, but if you enjoyed what I posted today you might enjoy that as well.

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Sorry for not posting a lot lately. I have the story finished, but I've been busy. I'll hopefully post more tomorrow.

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>>31805014

>>31804999

"Chris?! Oh thank fucking god, I thought I was alone with this fucking thing out here..."

Chris just smiled and slowly approached him, sashaying her hips slightly. Dave lowered his weapon and turned his attention elsewhere, trying to locate the skinwalker.

In the blink of an eye, Chris was standing beside him, smiling. He turned back to face her.

"Dave, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong- the fucking skinwalker is out here! I saw it! I've been chasing it! I1-"

"You look like you haven't gotten enough sleep. You seem too paranoid."

"I'm not fucking paranoid... I saw the fucking thing... it was taunting me... I can feel it out here..."

Chris just sighed and wrapped her arms around Dave from behind. "There's nothing out here, Dave... don't worry about it..."

"Nothing out here? The fuck are you..." He suddenly felt himself go cold all over.

"Don't worry about it, Dave... I wouldn't worry about it..." Her voice sounded distorted. 'Her' voice. It wasn't her voice.

He wanted to scream at the sudden realization, but he couldn't move. He couldn't will himself to move or to breathe or to scream.

"Here, you don't need that anymore," said 'Chris', the voice distorting even more every time it spoke. With a long, spindly arm, it tossed his weapon aside.

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>>31797215
>place to share books

Has anyone recited some excerpts yet?

I've considered typing out a few memorable and metal as fuck war stories for /k/ to read. All from published literature of course.

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>>31804808
Suspiciously sounds a lot like my half sister... Are you watching me?!

>>31805014
Time for a cold shower...

>>31802342
day 34
days till deployment 3
Well me and the guys have been hitting the training sim pretty hard. On a side note I decided to look into the history of this rather mysterious organization which wasn't actually that hard.

Apparently they started off as a small community civil defense task force on this planet which was once a garden world, and not one huge desert with some tropics at the 60 degrees north or south.
Apparently at its height it supported 15 billion people, that is till we had the first contact war , which was then followed by some civil wars in the human empire and stuff in general went to shit.
Though still not as bad as Warhammer 40k, more like if cyberpunk 2020 had a baby in space.. Fuck I am dating my self with these references.
Man only Mark will get this shit, actually I wonder if he would mind playing pen and paper games, wonder if I could get the team interested in them.
I mean the lure of VR games is hard to over come but there is something for sitting with you friends having a drink or a smoke while rolling dice.

>>31805092
Have at it m8. Excerpts are pretty awesome out of context. Like Patton quotes.
>>31805110
N-No. I would never stock a fellow Jiisuri fan.

>>31805092
do it m8

>>31805059
He was cold all over but he could feel hot breath on his neck. He could see the arms holding him in place, long and spindly, black and emaciated. Bony, with a layer of skin stretched over them. It had no claws. Whatever it was, it was once human. Once.

"Why don't you turn around and look me in the eyes?"

He didn't want to. He didn't want to see it. But it wanted him to see it.

Slowly, ever so slowly, it gripped his shoulders, dug its long fingers into them. The long fingernails bit into the fabric of his jacket. Bit into the skin underneath. It turned him around.

It was a dark night. But he was close enough to make out the details. Over the shoulders, it wore the pelt of some sort of large animal, and on its head, it wore the skull of a deer or caribou, he couldn't tell exactly. He could just see the horns outlined in the pale moonlight. The face underneath was sunken, gaunt, with blackened skin stretched over the skull, eye sockets like pits, teeth yellowed and rotting. The breath was rancid, coppery, stinking of blood and feces.

This thing was definitely once human. But it hadn't been human for a long, long time.

"Such a brave bilagáana... coming into the forests that do not belong to him or his ancestors... intending to claim them for himself..."

Dave could do little to hide his expression of abject horror.

"But this is not your land, bilagáana... you are a trespasser here..." It tossed him away like a ragdoll.

>>31805119
days 35
days till deployment 2,
So looks like me and the guys have off these last two days were all pretty happy about that,
we spent a few hours training in sim and in general goofing around.
Any how apparently Selvia found my anime stash, luckily I didn't store anything lewd. Actually she seemed quite interested in a few of the animes
Especially spice and wolf, though I cant blame her since she does look a bit like horo on account of the tails and ears.
So we spent the rest of the day watching the first season of spice and wolf.
She loved it, to say the least.
Not to mention she started talking about her time in the tank.
She was an only child to two parents who were local mechanics, and helped fix the tractors and other machinery around the commune,
She talked about how clear the sky was and how puffy the clouds and how she studied foreign languages so she could travel the world and help educate people.
When compared to my time in the tank she was filled with lofty goals and given good ethics but actually learned to trust people and be loyal .
I guess that's to be expected of a companion type tank born.
Me though I was taught to be loyal but trust no one. If the leader of the organization lied to me and said to drink water that I knew was laced with poison I would drink it, I would know not to trust him but still I would drink it.

>>31805240
see dave made a mistake what he should have done was pull down his pants, start tugging on his dick while screaming love me daddy.

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>>31805014

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>mfw I wrote Hi-Point smut
>mfw I lewded my Raifu
>mfw it will prob never leave Google Docs

https://youtu.be/b3YrMbA22Fk

>>31805263
day 36
days till deployment 1
Well its the moment of truth I have my armor and every thing loaded up along with my guns and personal items selvia loaded up all her personal items in the transport to. we are just waiting on the order to go.
The transport is a simple turbo prop cargo plane no need to be fast or fancy just reliable and slow.

I find it amazing despite all the advances in technology how some things remain the same.

The only difference is the material of the frame and skin. Its mainly carbon nanotubes and composites.
The plane isn't a luxury liner and is very utilitarian has 100 jump seats plus a large area for cargo. to give a rough estimate you could probably park 6 abrams tanks in it...
Actually now that I think of it what tanks are used now days.. I will have to find out..

>>31805014
>Lewdity didn't lead to sex but I don't feel blueballed.
Well done sir. Well done.

I'll give this a shot. Something i gave up but your writings gave me some motivation. Pls sned constructive input. and tell me your thoughts.
http://pastebin.com/ZdBaaLzf

>>31805240
As soon as he hit the ground, Dave scrambled for his FAL. The skinwalker kicked it away before he could reach it. He scrambled for it again, and again, and each time it was kicked away from him. And each time the skinwalker let out a throaty, guttural laugh.

Finally he grabbed hold of it, but when he got back to his feet, it was gone. He felt woozy again, and swayed on his feet, just barely staying upright. The darkness closed in on his vision again. He could hear it, all around him. Rustling the leaves, in the trees, on the ground...

He had to kill it. It was toying with him, and he had to kill it before it grew weary of him.

CRACK
CRACK

Two rounds flew into the darkness, hitting nothing. He pointed the rifle elsewhere.

CRACK CRACK

Two more rounds. No impacts.

Something brushed against his thigh. He nearly jumped out of his skin.

CRACK CRACK CRACK

Three rounds went into the dirt by his feet. Something breathed into his ear. He swung the rifle around in its direction.

CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK

The horrible guttural laugh sounded off from behind him. He spun on the spot.

CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK

A bony finger brushed the back of his neck.

CRACK CRACK

He heard footsteps pounding off to his left. Once more, he turned to face them. They were far off, getting closer... the skinwalker was coming in fast, straight for him. Maybe it thought he was out of ammunition. But he knew by the weight, he still had one round left.

"Dave, don't shoot! It's me!"

It wasn't her. It wasn't her. It wasn't her. It wasn't her. He shouldered the rifle. He took aim at the sound.

>>31805177
>>31805240
Acknowledged, I shall prepare the stories.

I just want to know if people would prefer a couple excerpts from one book, to prevent spoliers/sanctity, if they decide to read it themselves, or just dump the pages I have saved to enact austerity while embracing theme of these thread's?

>>31805478
>It wasn't her.
>He took aim at the sound.
Oh.
FUUUUUUCK....

>>31805603
Yeah I see where that's setting up to go, too.

>pls no

>>31805399
wtf that led me to this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rStL7niR7gs

drawing blanks on "Riikka", recap of my other story (MC has just bought his great-grandfather's service rifle & is walking home with her when cops pull over):

>Before you can reply, the corporal adds:
>"I mean, a Finnish-made version, an M39 right?"
>"Yes" you reply, slighly surprised.
>The corporal writes down your name and the description before asking:
>"Out of curiosity, how much did you pay for it?"
>"$300"
>"$300? The pawn shop wouldn't pay that for an M39? Did they think the waffengeist would cause trouble or something?" the corporal asks, astonished.
>"The pawn shop offered $150 when the owner wanted $200, when I asked to see the rifle the waffengeist appeared & the owner asked for $300" you say, deciding you are already in the clear & are just making small talk.
>"He must have been desperate for the money, in any case you are free to go, have a nice day" the corporal says before returning to the patrol car with his partner and driving away.

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>>31805014
What a tease
>I like it

>>31805402
day 37
0 days to leave
Well today is the day me and 2k other workers are leaving. Security has already captured and secured the facility. So most of the load on the plane is civilian although I do see that a lot of people brought firearms and others.
Actually now that I think about it this organization is pretty free with fire arms, not that that's a bad thing I actually like it that way.
then again in this universe every thing is uncertain so a fire arm is a comforting thing to own..
Selvia seem to enjoy flying. Currently I am typing this with her sleeping on my shoulder. oh well another day another dollar right..

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>>31805370
>Nearly every fic writer has lewded their raifu
>I only gave mine a bubble bath

>>31805697
day 38
well we landed at the airstrip if you can call it that,
the security and pre landing team are having a hard time keeping the runway clear of sand, it was a little bumpy.
Any way this has been one hell of a hectic day me and my crew got a huge briefing in a temporary auditorium, had a shit ton of insta-crete patches all over the place. any ways It looks like us engineering and chemical worker types have a shit ton of work cut out for us.
There are leaks in the fuel storage sytems, leaks capacitors need to be taken out and replaced, tons of fuel lines need to be checked.
Oh boy this will probably take the better part of 3 years to fix up.
so I checked out our accommodations they are made out of a thick composite covered with a hard metal exterior, they are connected to a tunnel system that must of been recently dug as the tunnels are pristine unlike the rest of the facility.

>>31805772
day 42
So me my boys are checking out one of the old fuel tanks and oh my fucking god we have to use a rope and pulley system to reach bottom were probably 75 percent of the way down when we see bones bones fucking every where. shit tons of bones.
to be honest I felt a little fear but we descended any ways.
now this is a pretty big tank its radius is 75 feet by 100 feet tall we accessed it mid way through a service access panel in the side. that would have had stairs but they are long gone. now all these bones are in the center and we are trying to figure out how the fuck they got there, then we look up god damn these poor fuckers were probably looking for scrap and followed the large fuel line thinking it was some sort of tunnel or air duct and fell down it.
so now we have to clean out the bones and all the shit they carried.
No rest for the wicked right.

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>>31805733
Don't worry. With the rate I'm going at with my story, the universe will atrophy before I ever get to lewds, let alone properly introducing the raifu.

>>31805733
be me I have written three stories. so far no lewd with riafu or any one. You are in good company.

>>31805733
I haven't written about mine yet.

>>31805478

CRACK

A dull thud. The sounds of stumbling. And the telltale sound of a body hitting the ground.

He dropped the FAL to the side, empty and useless.

He dropped to his knees, still breathing hard. He'd done it. He'd killed the skinwalker.

No sooner had that thought passed through his mind, bony fingers wrapped around his shoulder.

"That was a nice shot, bilagáana. Such a shame that it hit the wrong mark."

Dave's heart leapt up into his throat at the realization of what he'd just done.

The skinwalker bellowed with laughter. It grabbed hold of Dave's chin, holding his head in place, staring forward at the fallen form a few meters away. From somewhere unseen, the creature drew a long blade, and held it in front of Dave's face. The blade was constructed from bone, sun-bleached white, but with the serrated edge covered in dried blood.

It put the knife to Dave's throat and coiled its arm as if to slit him open.

"And now it is time to pay tribute for your trespassing, bilagáana."

Slowly, it started to drag the edge across his throat. He felt it dig into his skin, he felt himself start to bleed...

A piercing shriek rang out through the forest, and all the other sounds of the night fell silent. Even the skinwalker stopped what it was doing to listen.

The shriek rang out again, followed by another, in a slightly different pitch. The skinwalker bristled and grumbled to itself. It pushed Dave forward onto his face, and put away its knife.

"It seems that you are not the only trespassers in my forest tonight... you are lucky, bilagáana. You have amused me. So I shall allow you to live. For now."

It leaped up into a tree, but looked down at him one more time.

"Leave this place. Never return."

And with that, it seemed to melt into the branches, disappearing.

Dave started to crawl over to where Chris had fallen.

>>31805863
Other than sks and her owner. That ending was pretty funny with that relevation

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>>31805733
I try to lewd my raifu, and everyone on /k/ loses their minds. I can't even get affection in a fictional universe I made up. The monk life isn't for everyone damnit!

>>31805890
Thank you but what I meant is I don't own an SKS yet ;-;

>>31805920
I have a yugo SKS. Little top heavy, due to the yugos having a hard-on for grenades and because it was the cheapest I could find. But she works like a prostitute that got paid.

>>31805947
>tfw want SKS
>tfw saving for battle raifu
>tfw credit card bill shit
>tfw have enough for SKS
>tfw want battle raifu
Why can't I have all the things!?

>>31805655

>With the cops gone you start walking again, making small talk, until Hilja suddenly asks:
>"So, what's with your accent?"
>"...my grandparents moved to the southern coast in early '60s, that's where my old man was born, he then moved to Tavastia where he met my mother, they got married and had two children, I'm the younger one" you explain.
>"I see, no wonder you seem dour for a Karelian" Hilja replies with a smirk.
>"I certainly am far closer to a typical Tavastean than to a typical Karelian, someone once suggested I am Savonian" you reply.
>"...How many pieces did the police find him in afterwards, or are they still looking for his remains?" she asks, seemingly worried. Savonians are the butt of all the other Finnish 'tribes' jokes, and for a good reason, but then again a mix between Tavastean and Karelian isn't much better considering how these two groups are stereotypically polar opposites you think.
>"So, what is our relationship going to be like?" Hilja ask, this directness so typical of Karelians is going to take some time getting used to.
>"For the time being I think "flatmates" would be best" you say as you try to imitate her directness, failing miserably.
>"You aren't going to ask your wife's opinion?" she asks, puzzled. That's right, in '30s Karelia a man in his 30s would be assumed to have married a long time ago & be busy supporting a wife and several children, and another thing that would be assumed would be that the mistress of the household rules the house with a figurative iron fist (or, if necessary, a very real cast-iron pan.)
>"...I'm still unmarried, and until now I have lived alone" you reply.
>"Oh, I see", Hilja replies.
>"In that case I'll be taking the role of the mistress of the household, just leave everything around the house to me & focus on making a living" she says as if your opinion doesn't matter, though with a Karelian woman who has made up her mind, a man's opinion hardly ever matters anyway...

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>>31805992
I know that feeling, Anon_kun
>Be me
>Invited to study with a bunch of girls
>One of them tells me of an ex that ended up buying 39 bullwhips
>mfw that could be me, but with guns, in the future
At least the girl I'm trying to get sweet with hunts, her dad owns an archery shop, and her family has a bit of an arsenal apparently.

>>31805815
day 48
So not much has gone on apparently there is a lot of stuff written in Chinese languages so selvia has found use as a translator go figure she can speak 18 languages fluently and read and write in them. that's pretty damn impressive to a man who can only read and speak one.
So that's all well and good for her my day got pretty interesting,

so we are working on inspecting some more fuel storage tanks, and pipes when we get a call from one of the survey teams they found some sort of hidden catch, that has barrels in it and they want us to check it.

So me and my guys go on to check it out, takes us 45 minuets to get there, so we get there and the expedition crew is waiting outside there nervously, so I ask them whats up, they show me the scan report oh my fucking god, that was the highest level of dioxin compounds I have ever fucking seen.
Hell that wasn't even the scariest shit there were high traces of organic phosphates amongst other things.
Any way I we waited an I Got an Oxygen tank and we went spelunking in a toxic winter wonderland...

Now most of the containers were compromised in some way, just given their age that's a given, these were not long term storage containers these were shipping containers that were meant to last at most maybe 20 years.
Were making our way through this toxic shit heap when all of a sudden I hear Joe shout he found something interesting so I go take a look and there is an old school atlas automated soldier rig slumped over standing guard by a door. So we called a security team down as we didn't know if the door was booby trapped or anything.

>>31805733
I haven't lewded Natalya yet. I don't plan on it.

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>>31806118
>I haven't lewded Natalya yet. I don't plan on it.
Fuck.

>>31806128
The closest to lewding I'm going to do is maybe a really heartfelt reunion. If there is one.

Or maybe cuddling with Myshka because the heater broke and it was cold as dicks.

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>mfw everytime a I check on this thread hoping to find JT's story
>mfw i want to know what happened to lily but cant cause fluffy is polite and want others to finish their stories before hers
What type of hell is this?

>>31806029
>39 bullwhips
What kind of kinky shit is this? Cuz I want in.

>>31806166
You don't want to touch this girl. She is fucking nuts in all the wrong ways

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>>31806155
Better than all of us flooding the thread in an attempt to garner attention.

>>31806140
>really heartfelt reunion.
This is what I've been waiting for almost a month.

Her warm comforting was so genuine, but then she dispersed back into rifle form never to receive the same warmth from her owner.

>>31806155
>at type of hell is
wait seriously tell jt to get his ass in gear. were having a group writing.

>>31806233
I figure all chicks are crazy... they never make any god damn fucking sense or mabey its just NY. They all want money or a perfect 10/10 ..

>>31806214
Group writing with other write fags? Or what do you mean?
Also considering on writing my own little story, after this essay assignment.

>>31806268
go for it bro. Also I just meant that he should still contribute even if others are writing.

>>31806140
>cuddling with Myshka because the heater broke and it was cold as dicks.
Do it!
>>31806181
>>31806233
Oh please I know three retired army chicks. They have issues like libraries have NatGeo, but they're fun.

>>31806316
Ill write it once im done with my college essay, i do have the lay out though for the story and im tinkering with it

>>31806425
>trusting women
>ever

But why?

>>31799926
More

Where were you when discord killed /wfg/?

>>31807042
We have a discord?

>>31807042
Discord is just shitposting, trust me, WFG isnt suffering for it.

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>>31807042
I'm glad it exists, it means that this dumb general that doesn't belong on /k/ will finally die and I won't have to see it popping up all the time.

>>31807083
Go reee elsewhere

>>31807083
Remember, the more you hate it, the stronger it gets. Besides, why do you even go into a thread you don't like?

>>31807083
>REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, the post

Just scroll past it nigger

>>31806155
People are still reading, huh?

And as I've said, I've hit a bit of an obstacle, but I'll get around it

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>>31807097
I usually do but it's nice to stop by and collect some (You)s since you faggots are so dumb.

>>31807083
kys loser

>>31807127
Fluffy alived

>>31807042
As someone who has been in the shitposting on both the threads and Discord, the latter is better.

It slows the threads down, but I kept worrying that keeping the shitposting in threads would get them shut down.

>>31805893
>implying
You lewded her in the noncanon version. Even though she isn't canonically lewded, she ws lewded noneless

>>31807042
It really ain't, it just slowed it down and removed the shitposting in the threads. It's more of a win-win, honestly

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>>31806006
I like this rifle. I like her very much.

>>31805733
I blame the WFG Discord chat. Bad influence

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>>31807989
That's rude you know. You're hurting the feelings of others.

Also post the hipoint sluttery. Her pretense of being an innocent wigger must crumble.

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>>31808059
Y'all still love me anyway, lol.

And eh, lewd raifu ain't my thing. What I wrote last night prob won't ever see the light of day. Instead, I'm gonna go write some feel good stuff about loving raifu, not lewding

>>31808103
Better hurry. There's not enough adorable wigger-chan.

>>31808103
I mean, there's one point a nigga or a wigga become lewd bruh

>>31805014

>The next few hours were a special kind of hell. I initially tried to pull my arm out from under her but she had it pinned. Within minutes it fell asleep.

>Second was the hair. Since she's only a few inches shorter than me, I had a face (and nose) full of hair the entire night.

>Next was the absurdly high temperature of the bed. My legs had begun to sweat, and since I couldn't move, I was forced to lay there awake, overheating, in mild pain, and with a face full of hair

>Come to find out she snores too. Loudly.

>Worst of all was the farting. Not only did each and every one scare me since it was loud and out of the blue, but the gas seemed to always move to the top of the bed and rise from the covers, effectively trapping me in a hot, smelly, and hairy hell.

>By morning, my body had all but given up, and I had accepted the inevitability of my doom.

>As sunlight starts to peek through the blinds she starts to slowly move around. Suddenly she takes a deep breath while stretching her legs before curling them up again and hugging the blanket "Mmm. Good morning anon. Sleep well?"

>She turns to me. I'm wide-eyed and have a thousand yard stare. My eyes are bloodshot and it wouldn't be an exaggeration if I said I hadn't blinked in an hour.

>"Oh god. You uh...you don't look so good. Want me to make us some coffee?"

>"Please"

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>>31808205
I guess you'd call that the wigger's hipoint

>>31808229
Go asay, Ichiyon, or I upload lewds

>>31808288
n-no lewds of waifu.
a pure, i tell you. PURE

>>31808219
Kek, so much for him wanting to fugg his rifle.

>>31808288
You won't do it. No balls.

>>31808219
This might possibly be the single most accurate depiction of cuddling that I've ever read.

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>>31808288
Fucking DO IT

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>>31807042
I was here, and I was fighting against it.
But no, the fight was to no avail.
Just like the character workshop threads over on /tg/, this too will die due to the discord becoming the 'se/k/ret /k/lub' of the writefags.
It's just a matter of time.

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>>31808288
Who is even lewding who now?

>>31807512
>implying that not being pure is a bad thing

Might be taking a break from writing for a bit. May get something in tonight if I can, otherwise What We Lost is on hold.

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>>31808288
>>31808309
>>31808330
>>31808348

>>31808548
>implying implications
Just saying

>>31808662
Oh.

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>>31808662

>>31808857
kekekekek

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>>31808670
You let me worry about my own self-destructive tendencies. Hopefully, I won't have to disappear again.

>>31808103
I wanna read it pls

>>31808653
Just cancel it and leave. It's that easy.

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>>31806535
>mfw

Thank you!

>>31809126
Maybe that would be for the best.

>>31809186
>thumbnail looks like it has lazy eye

fuck, lol

>>31809207
>listening to trolls

Come back to it when you feel like it, but it's obvious a lot of us enjoy it. Droping it completely would be a shame.

>>31809207
Don't listen to the Fox Network executive! I must know if Ida is saved!

>>31809232
seconded

>>31809223
>>31809232
>>31809290
I'll try.

>>31810034
neat

>working on next part of story
>finish
>go take a shower, think of some good additions
>power goes out
>have a mini heart attack
>everything is down
>computer is down
>have mega heart attack

I type all my shit on google docs, so it autoupdates. Thank fuck for that or I would have lost all of my work and then proceeded to lose MY shit.

>>31806128
Do you *want* myshka to stick his dick in the Russian?

>>31810766
yes. Oedipus Complex nao

Due to a IP block on JT's area, the story would be delayed until further noticed.

>t. writefag/drawfag

>>31810887
Wait, what? You mean they just blanket IP blocked a whole town or something?

>>31810933
Why stop there? All of sweden got b& for funsies.

>>31810766
If it makes sense later in the story, and has the proper buildup in both characters.

Oh Jesus. I feel like a scumbag writing what I'm writing right now. It makes me sick. I'm not even describing in detail what's happening, but what I'm doing to the chapter makes me feel awful. Why does abuse effect me mor than simple murder? I've sent thousands of men to their fictional deaths, but writing this part of a character's darker back story is really hurting me.

>>31810766
No, I want the Russian and his newer rifle to have a scene where the Russian gives him to the newer rifle and tells her to take good care of him, be there for him, treat him well, etc. etc.

>>31811002
That's normal. Torture scenes are the worst to write.

>>31811002
https://youtu.be/PkIM4ShGBVc

>>31810887
>Swedes probably shitposting on /pol/ or /int/
>JT gets caught in blanket ban
Gee, thanks Sven.

>>31810887
cuckistan strikes again

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PTRfag here again... I've got a good deal of prewriting down on the next scene. Trouble is, I need to know how lewd you guys want it to be. No pr0nz, no smut, but how sensual can be acceptable? On a scale of 1-handholding?
>pic kinda-sorta-not really-related

>>31812234
Cuddles pouncing and hand holding is acceptable.

>>31812234
His girlfriends almost fiancé just died just a couple of days ago.

Slow your roll bro

anon brutalizes a rifle.
My life went down the shitter recently,
My wife left me for a younger man I lost the house and kids, not to mention most of my money,.
All I had left was a shitty hunting cabin and my prized AR 15 which had a stainless steel 18 inch bull barrel milled to match grade and I had easily spend 1000 dollars having all the parts ranging from the receiver to the extractor refurbished and made more accurate. It was bedded in a fiberglass stock . Heck I even had some one install a fun switch on it.
But today I was mad and piss drunk, I wanted to break something expensive, so I could feel good.
then I saw the rifle.
Purfeccct, I slurred as I roughly grabbed the rifle, and started loading the 30 round magazines now I had 100 magazines I was a bit of the hoarder the next 2 hours were spent with me drunkenly loading surplus ammunition into them and putting them on a bench by my porch

>>31812320
so after I get them all loaded up I take a few swigs from my everclear bottle and yell " Darla you fucking whore my money house and kids were good enough for you to take but not me".
I take an angry swig from the bottle and insert a magazine into the rifle.
The only thing that happens is the gun fires and I empty the magazine on full auto. Rinse and repeate.
Eventually the plastic hand guard starts melting but I'm to drunk to feel that it is burning my flesh.
Even if I did I didn't care nothing could hurt me more then that traitors bitch.
"fucking whore cunt what did I do to you"
I shouted again.
The rifle started suffering premature detonations as it quite simply had become to hot from firing so many rounds in such as short time.
I mean 1500 rounds in 2 minuets is a lot.
some where in my brain I had the genius idea of throwing down my rifle and pissing on it to cool it off.
The stench of ammonia and other human waste products boiling filled the air.
I picked up the gun again and started unloading it, but it started to jam after every 10 rounds so I had to clear them manualy to resume firing after another 5 minuets I had spent all 3000 rounds of ammunition and my rifle and my hands were molten wrecks. I downed the last of my ever clear.
" Whhhhhaatttt the fuck god damn I hate every thing" as I smashed the but of the rifle through the porch railing. "whhyy" smashed it through the 2x4 supporting the eve, the next time I went to swing it at something I threw the rifle into the woods.
"oh you ttttoooooooooo now you left me and aren't coming back stay there you fucking bitch. be like Darla." I angrily walked in and slammed the door shut.
Before I passed out I swore I could hear a women crying in the woods.

>>31811002
>arker back story is
had the same issue when I wrote guns don't kill people do..
Its hard to write because you are over all a good person who does not like causing others pain or discomfort.

>>31810887
Someone teach fluffy proxies

>>31806085
Day 48 continued
Now if I learned one thing in the tank when security was checking or rendering traps inert that was a civilized way of saying blowing the fuck up out of anything they thought was suspicious or was in their way.
So I see mark come down with 4 big hulking dudes wearing hard exoskeleton power armor. Each with a back pack full of explosives and shaped charges and some argon tanks I told them to bring to help make the atmosphere non conducive to explosions.
. They slapped those suckers on and boom no more blast door.
They entered we followed.
And dear fucking god we hit the jackpot.
I'm talking various forms of VX gass, weapons you name it, Hell there were even lightly armored trucks with magnetically accelerated plasma cannons. Those fucks are crazy not many people use them anymore due to the fact that they have a nuclear reactor in the back and can cook off. But the shots they put out are powerful..

>>31812320
>>31812417
The more I go on this board, the less I want to drink to get drunk.

>>31812298
I think you replied to the wrong post...

>>31812697
hey we are more effective then AA..

>>31812234
I've always been a sucker for ear nibbling and foot rubs

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>>31813453
>mfw you're not the only one who likes to nibble
Goddamn you, 4chan.

>>31813758
>you're
I'm*

Relying on my phone's predict too much.

>>31813758
Man, I love it when girls are bitey little shits. It's fun stuff. Ah hell. I might even put a bit of nipping in my story.

>>31807042
I highly doubt you guys are interested in discussions of weightlifting, financial fuckery and feels.

>>31807083
seems kinda like the guys who go to ak and shit all over guard.

>>31808103
i too am moist for this.

>>31809207
keep writing.

>>31809207
keep going

>>31812320
>>31812417
am.. am i supposed to be binning this?

>>31812417
>>31812417

what am i reading

>>31813453
>>31813758
Its fun to nibble and grope.
>>31814281
Please no.

>>31812417
Should have gotten an AK. It'd love the abuse

>>31814723
nahh its just the average of a rifle of a finish conscript

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>>31814827
fug, I forgot. RKs were made for abuse

>>31812583
Day 49
So good news the toxins are easily dealt with if we seal them back up again. Bad news, well it seems that this place might have some things in it we aren't aware of... head quarters ordered us to go through a thorough search of the place and they partnered me and my boys up with mark.
Selvia cooked me a nice meal some sort of meat stew. She also made a little necklace out of polished stones and wire. Its a good luck charm. I think I might need it.
The gun I will be carrying is the 30mm semi auto grenade launcher although I'm only using the aphe tungsten slugs as if we get into a fight we will be too close for the other frag rounds to arm themselves. My back up is my trusty high velocity pistol.
hope we find nothing too fucked up.

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>>31814886
They unseal a horde of space zombie vampires. I'm fucking calling it.

>>31814886
Day 50
God fucking damn god damn wholly mother fucking of shit what the fuck is this even.
Okay so mark and his crew lets refer to them as numbers because aside from mark they are dead and both my boys are injured,

Bill lost his fucking arm god damn fucker sliced through the carbon nanotube frame he was wearing like a knife through butter.

So once again deep down in the facility we got a call about an unknown door. Thicker then the last one fucking 4 solid feet of hardened titanium.Instead of blowing the fucker down we opened it politely and walked on in.
Marks guys were first, The first sign of a problem was the walls god damn there was blood every where old dried up ancient 100 year old blood. Looking around my Hud and system scanners ran analysis there was human blood on the fucking celling. What ever went down went down hard.
We made sure to shut the door and told the team outside not to open unless they received a proper code from us.
Looking around this place looked like a checkpoint for further screening there was a aluminum silicate armored window that was shattered through that fucker was 3 inches thick.. not a good sign. we saw the poor fuck who manned this station wearing an old school Earth alliance federation armor helmet and suit.
I nabbed the data recorder from him for access later.

So we slowly walked forward marks men with their guns at the ready and we are talking big fucking gun, one had a fletched gattling gun in some 7mm ammo, the rest had Railguns. So we get to the security station and see that what probably did that damage to the security guard an old Atlas security bot.
Now we didn't think much of it at the time as we figured there was no way that such a bot could have done so much damage we figured it was something biological or a cyborg and had either gotten out or died down here.
So seeing the downed bot we ripped out its memory core and data banks.

>>31815032
Day 50 continued
So We booted the old security system by the grace of what ever deity that governs electronics they all worked with out a hitch.
So one of marks guys hacked into the system to see if there were any turrets and to see the security log.
Well all defenses were activated but none responded to any commands.

Now more interestingly the security log and event catalog was emptied, god damn fucker was deleted over 100 years ago. now I know sir half crushed skull thrown through 3 inches of fucking aluminum glass definitely didn't delete it.

Shit looks like we have to go deeper. Mark puts in a call for additional reinforcements to secure the area behind us and makes sure to emphasize on heavy support.
So we enter the elevator lift, and god fucking damn there is dried up blood every where along with 7 very dismembered corpses in old exoskeleton power armor.
Now asides from the fact that something smashed through 3 inches of solid armor at the security station the fact that we had 7 dead men who were wearing power armor that had a strength assist ration of 60 to 1 was not a good sign. especially the fact that their limbs were torn off. and what the fuck was in there sitting a fucking okay another Atlas security bot.

once again we ripped out the memory bank and took the memory chips out of the power armor suits.

So we get in with the bodies and hit the elevator button to go down, and off we go.
Now it doesn't take a genius to have a feeling of fear at this point.
Bill offered me and joe that sweet sweet stim known as worktine, I took 3 hits of it I wanted to be fucking ready for anything.
Now when we got down there the doors open up and we see a logo of the old earth federation along with a Boston dynamics logo that explains all the robots right.

Once again more blood lots of explosion marks, we can see where the security team tried to make their last stand thee floor was covered in three inches of old plastic telescopic ammunition.

>>31815165
Day 50 the long day
on the other end were bits and parts of the old atlas drones. Now until this point the lighting systems were non functional we were relying on light provided by our suits.

All of a sudden the lights flash on we hear what can only be described as white static having sex with a dial up. It screeched over the PA system and with that the swarm began.
now Those old atlas bots could run fast around 25 mph , these ones though, fuck according to my recordings they were doing 0-60 in around 700 feet thank god it was one long mother fucking hallway. marks guys were up front.

First sound was the satisfying buzz of that Gatling gun firing in bursts brtttttttt... brrttttt.
he shot 2 of them in less then 3 seconds, I acquired my first target an A crippled atlas bot that was walking slower fired and watched as the 30mm tungsten he filled shell tore through its chest plate and exploded inside it. 1 shell down 35 remaining. all in all we took down 50 of the fuckers there.
I was down to 20 shells, every one else had roughly 75 percent of their starting ammo. So we walked on ahead.

That was a mistake...
a big mistake.

We just about reached where the door was when we heard a metal on tile sound. then we saw it.
I'm not sure exactly what it was.
It was a machine yes,
but it had some flesh to it.
it was large and humanoid. Roughlu 7 feet. Compared to the Atlas type robots it wasn't bulky but was very slender. its arms had some sort of blades attached to it they pulsated with a glow that only vibrational blades make.
it twisted its head and let out a hellish noise before bouncing up on to the celling and charging marks point man. Poor fucker couldn't even ready his Gatling gun before he was cut in half. Even all stimmed up I could barely keep a track on where this thing was going every one is trying to shoot it not me though I'm biding my time. It makes another pass after zig zaging, cut marks second man in half, bounces off the right wall back.

>>31815356
Day 50 the long day
And fucking disappears gone vanishes. Now this wasn't active cammo it literally vanished \

then the next thing I know the fucker was right behind mark. Luckily for mark his last team mate must have had a 6th sense or something and pushed him out of the way. That guy took the blade instead.
Now that fucking thing is discharging a large amount of electricity.
Then it runs towards bill, this time it seems a little slower and I am able to track it I wait till it gets closer and closers, then bill does something fucking crazy.
I didn't realize the bill had a fucking bayonet on his rifle he flipped it down and screamed Hurrraa, and charged the fucker he parried the first strike, then stabed at a joint. Success, but the robot also hit his right arm. His arm was gone, although he was still holding on to the rifle with his left. I lined up a shot right with the robots head and pulled the trigger, and watched that fucker stubmble back and bill fall away. Joe ran up providing covering fire for bill and mark, I put another round in this fucker straight in its chest, it stumbled again, so I put another round in it another hit, now I could see clean through the fucker, then it collapsed.
I don't rember much I remember picking up bill and checking marks guys, I don't know why they were all dead anyways. we dragged their bodies to the elevator and got out.
Shit I still cant believe what fucking went down.

We have cut off all power to that section of the plant. and are going to redeploy down there in a week. with a much larger group. we are going to cleanse that area and the rest of this fucking facility.

>>31815464
You either dropped out of highschool our you're still in it, because you can't even follow the most basic rules of grammar.

>>31815624
way to be a stuck up autistic asshole.
Tell me something do you think I really care about grammar when I am writing a story online. no no I do not. If you cannot read something because it does not have perfect grammar you are a defective in some manner as most people can actually read words that are missing letters just by recognition alone. Also to if you notice the time stamps I am slamming them out one after the other, they are not in word on my computer they only exist on 4chan I do not proof read them or check them.

>>31815821
Why would you write anything for other people if you don't care about/can't into grammar. Why would you not proof read them if you're posting them? 4chan isn't your personal writing blog. Don't give me 'I just wanna write' bullshit, if you just wanted to write you wouldn't post it. Fuck off.