/wfg/ - Writefag General - "No Rest For The Wicked" Edition

>>31841084
FALWritefag
Argentinian Rose
Rifles of 'Nam (on standbay)
Pale King's Disciple (ongoing)(updated)
http://pastebin.com/u/Falwritefag

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

JtFag
Ayys attack earth, old school tanks are last hope (ongoing)(updated)
http://pastebin.com/1qS4EqXS

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

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

Anons
http://pastebin.com/CPUdepLW

Viktoria
http://pastebin.com/5StKUQ9k
SKSanon (smut)
http://pastebin.com/nJiczHm8

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

>>31841090
PTRfag
Light My Fire (ongoing)
http://pastebin.com/JY3jiKq4
NOT CANNON ENDING
http://pastebin.com/iP9w19ar

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

/k/ommandos vs wild (ongoing)(updated)
http://pastebin.com/Sa6N0je7

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

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

Not Enough War (ongoing)
http://pastebin.com/QMbRQpVL
http://pastebin.com/LRS2ZBrC

10/22 (ongoing)(updated)
anon gets a raifu and misc stories
http://pastebin.com/uH6v780b

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

It Ain't Me- Fortunate Sons
Sticks and Stoners(ongoing)
what we lost (feels)
http://pastebin.com/NKvM2Gcs

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

>>31841094
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

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

>>31841101
In case that Polibus or Archivag forgot about some pastebin/to pastebin some story or didn't properly tag or even tagged at all, yell either at Polibus or at Archivefag in the general

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

Have fun, and happy writefagging.

Reminder for those who've read What We Lost to vote for the number that will end up the canon ending. To make it a surprise for me, the endings will be written together and then a silver quarter coin toss will assign the number to the endings. Then I will check the poll and post the ending that is officially canon first.

>>31841138
What's this? A new story, I'm ready.

>>31841155
Fuck I'm retarded. Wrong link.
http://www.strawpoll.me/11528030

whoah, thread, don't die prematurely on us

>>31841214
Are you gonna post both endings, with one being canon, or just the canon ending?

I wouldn't mind reading both of them.

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>the sticky is outdated

Ill bump the thread with stories

I haven't shared Suicide Super Dog with /k/ yet, only the discord group. There will be funs prevalent throughout the story but Sparky is a fucking dog so it's not going to work as a shoot-em-up. Hope you enjoy!

That junkie bitch named me Sparky. There is nothing Sparky about me. I'm a cross between a black lab and a pomeranian. I do not remember possessing a functioning pair of balls. I do not remember my mother and father. I am utterly miserable. My day consists of this routine.
I begin my morning by crawling off of the filthy couch I have for a bed and barking at her bedroom door. If I'm lucky, the latest guy she drug home from the fucking bingo hall will hear me and have sympathy and give me food and water. Other times it is a two hour process of barking and pawing at the door before she manages to drag her lumpy white ass out of bed and feed me.
I am perfectly potty trained. I do not shit where I eat. I prefer the seclusion of a fenced in backyard to my own goddamn living room. However, to spite Janet, while I am waiting on her to wake the fuck up I shit in each available room of the house at least once. My record is three times per room in an hour and a half.

After she wakes me up and chews me out for taking a shit, she usually remembers to pour that disgusting generic slop that passes for food into my bowl and give me clean water, when the bill is paid and water is actually available. She then proceeds to talk for hours about bullshit on the phone, post pictures of her saggy, wrinkled titties in a pushup bra on Facebook, and complain about how all guys are the same when she just got done letting her dealer fuck her in the ass for a quarter gram the night before.
Periodically, I am let out to piss in our unfenced front yard. The backyard would be a better option, save for the heap of bullshit piled into it - my personal favorite is what could have once been a reasonably valuable 68 Chevrolet Chevelle, now reduced to a table for lawn ornaments and a half assembled Bowflex. I'm fairly certain there's a body in the trunk but between the smell of cat shit, rotting food, and asbestos my nose gets confused. In any case, whoever or whatever is in there is buried under a pile of cinder blocks and dated home entertainment appliances.

Janet usually skips lunch, in part because she is "on a diet," but mostly because she shoots up right around a quarter to noon and is too busy exploring other solar systems to fucking eat. Once she comes to about four hours later she might take a shower, but will definitely throw on relatively fresh clothes and go out to the bingo hall, the only place in town aside from the Applebee's (that we are banned from, long story) that serves alcohol. It has a two drink limit and sells nothing but Bud Light and wine coolers. She gets good and drunk, wastes a few hundred bucks - THREE HUNDRED FUCKING DOLLARS AT A BINGO HALL. WE HAVE TO EAT JANET - and comes home with some ex-con that is likely too high to notice he's about to enter the lower intestinal tract of what is basically a human trash receptacle.
While all of this is going on, I sit on the couch and watch TV, which I believe she leaves on in order to make it look like someone is home. Nevermind any consideration for me. If it weren't for us living in what is basically Fallujah West, I'm sure she would be content to leave me alone, at home, in the dark for sometimes upwards of seven hours at a time. We do miraculously have cable, and I have gotten quite apt at switching channels with my nose. If I had thumbs...oh, if I had thumbs.
If I had thumbs I would trot down to the local Pawn and Gun, steal a Mossberg 500, and blow my cute little doggy head off.

>>31841560
Yeah, both will be posted. I'm not that much of a monster.

Or am I?

>>31841576
What's the new sticky link so I can bookmark it?

In fact, I am as we speak considering a way to go about executing this plan without the use of opposable digits.
I pace the room and wait. She usually heads out around eight. I lay down and nap. I chew on a discarded flip flop. I watch a bald fat guy tell a gentle, timid old man that a verified diary signed by J. Edgar Hoover is worth about $150 and a slap on the ass on the way out the door. Finally, Janet comes and scratches my head and pets me. For a moment I remember the girl I fell in love with three years ago when she took me from a cardboard box in a Wal-Mart parking lot. I remember how I licked her face and she laughed, and how she wasn't mad when I peed in her car on the way home. I remember her teaching me to sit, and shake, and roll, and catch treats - which, by the way, are about like cigarettes for us. You go a week without getting a treat, you are a bad fucking dog. I don't remember the last time I've had one. But in that moment I see shining through the decay of the shit she puts in her arm the Janet I used to know. And then she turns and goes, locking the door on her way out.
Tonight is the night. I can't do this anymore. Little does Jane know, this run down little house is not exactly airtight. And I'm not exactly a huge dog. Behind her bed there is a hole just wide enough for me to fit through that will allow me to go down into the crawlspace underneath the house. The siding is pretty much gone, so as soon as I hit the cold hard earth, I'm a free dog.

>>31841635
These is and please read it well i had a bet with archive that i dont want to pay
http://pastebin.com/edit/5yG5C9ek
http://pastebin.com/edit/5yG5C9ek
http://pastebin.com/edit/5yG5C9ek

>>31841644
I used that pastebin minus the /edit/ because that would require logging in

I count to thirty. Her car starts and her headlights flash across the window and she's gone. I rush to the hole before I change my mind and plop down into the cool night air. I head to the sidewalk and try to remember where that pawn shop is. I follow the sidewalk into town and eventually see a large yellow sign indicating that yes, this is the perfect place to sell granny's heirloom necklace for the down payment on that Mustang. World War 2 bring back M1 Carbine? Man it's really only worth like $120, I'm taking a huge hit here giving you two.
I walk up into the parking lot, expecting the store to be closed. To my surprise, the door is wide open...and the sound of arguing and the smell of shitty weed and malt liquor reaches my nose almost instantly.
I creep up next to the door to observe. A robbery! Excellent! Two younger black guys and the proprietor of the shop seem to be at an impasse. To paraphrase, Tyrone, holding a Jiminez .22 over his head, is not satisfied with the owner, who is holding the muzzle of a Remington 870 Express to his badly beaten and unconscious younger brother Jamal's forehead. This is my chance.

I leap forward into the doorway, letting out the sharpest, loudest yaps I can manage. Tyrone jumps and turns around to face me, the owner barely giving me a second glance. The resounding boom of the shotgun firing into Tyrone's lower right thorax reaches my ears, and I literally piss myself on the floor. Great job, asshole. You just averted a robbery. Why couldn't one of them just been a little more jumpy? Why couldn't they have just shot me and gone on about their business?
I sniff Tyrone's face and conclude through my years of medical expertise that he is in fact slowly achieving room temperature. After preheating with the toaster oven, you will want to go ahead and allow your gangbanger to cool to about seventy five degrees before dropping him in the deep fryer. This has been cooking with Sparky. Please someone fucking kill me.

>>31841650
With the edits we've been doing it soon will be just ok to use an old stikcy

>updating KvsW

>>31841667
yo chucks, your bining it or should i?

The owner delivers a swift kick to Jamal's temple, whom had begun to stir from his peaceful, bloody slumber against the counter, knocking him out cold again. I laid down on the floor and waited, unsure of what to do. The owner picked up the phone and dialed three digits.
"Hey, Marge. Yeah, it's Ted. Yup, another one. Someone already call about the noise? No? Not surprised. Alright, yeah, gonna need the coroner's van and a meat wagon for this one. Brothers, would you believe it? 'Least that's what the one currently missing a good chunk of his ribcage and digestive system said. Alright, we'll see you at church. Bye, darlin'."
The owner looked over at me again. His eyebrows came together and he disappeared into the back room. He returned with a plate of cold bacon, which I scarfed down instantly. Helping to kill a man takes a lot out of you.
The cops showed up and I slowly moved out of their way, observing from behind an aisle lined with cheap nylon holsters and shitty gimmick knives.

>>31841673
I'll do it so all my stuff is in the same place.

"Howdy, Ted," the first officer said upon entering the door.
"Hey, Bill."
"Evening there, Ted," said the second.
"Howdy, John."
"What the hell happened this time, Ted?" Asked officer Bill. "You haven't gotten the stains out of the ceiling from the last time."
I looked up above where the officer was standing in front of the counter and sure enough, a dark rust colored stain coated the ceiling.
"Well, this first one, the one that is somehow still breathing, came in here with his hands in his pockets as I was closing up. He politely asked for me to empty the register and hand me a few guns from the rack, then out of nowhere he slipped and fell and hit his face on the edge of the counter seventeen times."
The two officers shared a knowing smile.
"Then, his brother, the one exhibiting his spleen on the floor right there, came in and started ranting about not having a wet floor sign up. He pointed that shitty little Jiminez at me, I of course had ol Remi Roxanne ready, and we went back and forth for about a minute. Then, that little guy over there jumped in and started barking and yapping so bad, the dead kid nearly pissed himself. When he turned around I shot him."
"This little dog? How about that? Cute little guy."

Is Orson Scott Card and his Ender series /k/?

>>31841652
Excellent writing! I enjoyed reading that.

At this point I just wanted to go home. I didn't want to get mixed up in all of this. I didn't care if a sleazy pawn shop owner bought it and a couple of thugs took off with a few hundred bucks. I especially didn't care that one of those thugs took a 2 3/4" number four shot to the kidney, and the other one got the piss beat out of him. I came here because I wanted to end my life and now they were going to make me a fucking hero.
Eventually the local news crew showed up. Some bitchy blonde reporter I had seen a couple times. She was a personified yawn, so I never bothered to remember her name. She goes from swearing at her jolly, beer gutted, bearded cameraman to hurry the fuck up to a sweet, cheerful tone detailing the violent death of one young man and the brutal beating of another. I'm not going to lose any sleep over those two, but I always found it odd how the 11'O clock news made every tragedy and heartbreak seem like a polite piece of dinner trivia. Tomorrow night that's all it would be. I waited until no one was looking and ducked down a back alley towards home. I was tired and Janet would be home before long. I could always kill myself tomorrow.

That's all I got for now. Might work on Chucks and Erica later today.

>>31841717
Had a kek m8

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hey kid want to read a story

http://pastebin.com/A6VFaQAE

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>>31841717

http://pastebin.com/3AZhcuqw

What we lost is kinda up to date

>>31841084
So did that Abusive AAI story end up not going anywhere? I was hoping for a bitch to be conquered by dick and love.

>>31841084
>Only stories with named writers are listed.

So...should we start thinking up names for ourselves? Kinda feels weird having the anon stories get omitted.

>>31842515
no m8, this is an old sticky on the updated one there is a carpet of anons, just make sure to link your posts so either me or Archive can bin it

>link related is the anons
http://pastebin.com/CPUdepLW

Pass-anon/pass-chan
howa arrives
>if your gonna namefag tell me, so i can properly catalog this and make you a carpet
http://pastebin.com/EEYsS1qY

>begin casefile 5.5

"... And in other news, the massive wildfire that has consumed nearly 10,000 acres in Utah is still raging, and firefighters are still struggling to contain it. State authorities have issued mandatory evacuation orders for several thousand people in the predicted path of the inferno, and the governor of Utah has mobilized the national guard to aid in..."

Dave looked over at Chris, and saw she was visibly distressed over the coverage of the aftermath of their handiwork. He switched the TV off promptly, and they sat there in silence.

When they had gotten home, they'd decided that laying low was the best course of action, as neither of them felt very keen on going to federal prison. And so, they made plans to coop up in her apartment until it all blew over. It was taking longer than anticipated.

One good thing did come out of the ordeal, which was the foreman who hired them promising to not rat them out. Apparently, the fire played right into the construction company's hands, giving them the perfect excuse to explain away the delays the skinwalker had been causing, and allowed them to double the projected budget to make repairs to the foundations and frameworks that burned down. And because of all of that, $20,000 discreetly found its way into their bank accounts.

It didn't help Chris's peace of mind, however. Every little noise outside was putting her on edge, to the point she traded cuddling with Dave to spooning her AK. She didn't air these concerns to Dave, however.

To him, the cold shoulder was being given to him for a completely different reason. He still remembered the feeling he had when he realized he'd shot her. When he thought he killed her. He remembered her anger, and how quickly she slotted it away, so they could deal with finishing the job.

But he felt that she hadn't let go of it. He couldn't blame her, either, if that was the case. And it was just as everything was looking up for them, he'd gone and fucked it all to hell.

>>31842824
Ayyy, hospital night just got a little bit more bearable

>>31842260
I would also like to see that story continued. If you're reading this AAI anon, please continue the story.

I have heard words about a drawfriend, no? But it was sort of vague what the guy was actually doing. Anyone knows?

Dont die on me

>>31844178
Gee, when was the last time /wgf/ needed a bump?

>>31841717
It's weird, out of any story here, that's one I could see being made into a movie.

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Not what the doctor ordered, but here it is anyway!
>this scene is for JT

Light My Fire (PTR/HK) cont.

>news papers cover the floor
>Judith is barefoot in her white tank-top
>her fatigue's top is tied around her waist and drapes over her matching OD pants
>her back turned, she is dancing to the movie's OST
>her fingertips touch her wrist and glide down her arm
>her legs accent her upper movements as she locks one knee and bends the other
>one foot flat on the black and white, the other up on its toes
>ink staining the her soles of her feet
>her body gyrates in slow motion to the sensual beat
>Her long raven hair cascading all the way down her back reflects the glow of the TV
>yup
>I'm okay with this
>Even her snowy skin shimmers-
>wait a minute
>that orange bottle on the floor nearby
>that's why she's all shiny...
>I look down to my left at Rose
>her icy eyes are already staring up at me
>smug as fuck with her milkshake now
>no words, she uses a rapid series of hand motions to convey a covert idea
>literally what?
>...
>oh, I'm the idiot
>sorry, I don't speak charades
>her eyes big, the little girls jabs her finger that the speakers
>ohhhh... This'll be funny
>as the sleek german dances, I quietly set my bag and shotgun down and slink over to the surround sound system control
>i press the power button, and the sudden silence is grossly accented by Rose sucking out the bottom of her shake
>Judith stops in suspended animation
>in my head, i can hear a record scratch to a haut
>Judith quickly wheels around expecting a threat but sees us instead
>her beautiful eyes now calm
>"Hallo!" she greets with excitement, "I muss have lost track of zhe time!"
>I can't help but smile, "I see you found my gun cleaning supplies."
>"hehehe ja..."
>Rose peels her lower eyelids down, "ughh... you two make me ill..."
>"oh, hush." the little prude "what's with all the gun oil?"
>slightly embarrassed, Judith replies, "oh! I vas a bit ichy."

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>>31844597
Light My Fire (PTR/HK) cont.

>slightly embarrassed, Judith replies, "oh! I vas a bit ichy."
>awkward silence and now I feel sort of bad
>Judith puts her hands together over her chest in a praying position and asks, "Sooo... how did zhe competition gooo?"
>I stretch, "oh... we did alright..."
>but she wasn't asking me
>her eyes are focused on Rose and her response
>The tiny blonde thinks for a moment, but says, "ehh... he did alright."
>I'm completely lost
>I ask, "what do you mean? Alright?"
>Rose closes her eyes and smiles at Judith
>The battle rifle lights up with happiness
>her smile cannot hid her teeth
>quickly, Judith does a small happy dance on her toes, then she pounces
>I now know what it feels like to be glomped
>my legs crumple backward as I wrap my arms around her butt to pull her close
>her legs wrap around my back
>Judith's clothes are now slippery from all of the oil
>lock my grip onto my forearm
>the oil from her chest is now all over the side of my face, held in a vice by wet oily arms
>Judith smells like a banana parade
>I'm completely focused on not falling backward
>then, I hear Rose's little, sharp voice, "Really?!"
>uh oh, better appease the fun police
>I gently lower the still smiling Judith to her feet
>"danke," :3
>her chestnut eyes stare up at me
>she can hardly contain herself
>still kinda lost, "why was my performance so important?"
>"He learns fast, doesn't he?" Rose offers smugly
>what's going on...
>Judith clasps my hands in hers and asks, "Ist zhere not somezhing you vant to ask me."
>uhhhhh...
>her eyes don't help
>peering through her oily black hair, her irises are like gems
>"I-I really don't know what to say... I don't know what's going on here."

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>>31844631
Light My Fire (PTR/HK) cont.

>irritated Rose takes the lead and spoon-feeds it to me, "Moron! I agreed that if you did well, I would allow the two of you to go on a date!"
>Oh
>I'm excited and look back at Judith who looks like a bottle rocket with a lit fuse
>"You want to go somewhere this weekend?"
>My eyes are hopeful and I smile
>the little german girl goes into sensory overload
>her eyes rapidly shake and her hands freeze to mine
>then, she induces herself into her thousand yard stare
>her eyes gloss over as her mind resets
>"ahw! Shit..."
>half panic
>I gently take her waist in my left hand and her chin in my right and hold her eyes up to mine
>Rose crosses her arms, "I think you broke her."
>"Not funny!" I bark
>"Relax, she's fine. I'll tell you if she's FUBAR."
>that's comforting
>I roll my eyes
>"Look at me, Judith. Are you okay?"
>Like she just awoke from a nap, "Ja, I yam fine. I vould love to go out vith you zhis veekend."
>I have no idea how to even express myself
>before I can, Judith lifts up on her tippy toes, her hand guides me by my cheek down to her
>her glossy, lost eyes may be focused beyond me, but I receive the softest kiss I've ever had
>like a silk, heavenly cloud with a taste of hoppes9
>I want it last forever, but-
>Rose says with a deadpan tone, "Gag me with a spoon."
>Judith releases me and assumes a more demure posture, curling her toes under to relieve her nervousness
>I shoot a look back down to Rose, "I thought you said you were going to lay off!"
>with a smug look, the little girl retorts, "That's implying I won't interfere."
>I guess this will be her new sport. Annoying me
>my attention is rightfully returned to Judith
>the young german girl's face is now bright red against the rest of her pale skin as she steals glances at me with her beautiful chestnut eyes though all that raven black hair
>all she's missing are her glorious black, nine-foot angels' wings

>>31844597
>this scene is for JT
Woo! Someone remembers me!

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>>31844656
Well, That's all I've for y'all right now. I love to here your feedback. Feel free to ask Judith or Rose anything (related or unrelated) during autosage or if you must keep the thread alive.

>>31844178
>>31844454

it's been slow today. i couldn't even post at work - work wifi blocks here, and my phones VPN is blocked by here

>>31843042
>>31844715

oh, sorry for the wait, I've been running on fumes and passed out on my keyboard

>>31844717
bretty gud 10/10
the fact that she lacks her giggle switch and can't express emotions that are too strong is interesting in application

>>31842824
It was their second night back home. But Dave felt he was already overstaying his welcome.

Chris retired to her room later that night, after peering out between drawn window blinds to ensure windowless vans or black SUVs were staked out across the street. Satisfied for the moment, she retreated into her room, with a muttered "Goodnight."

Dave sighed with a large degree of sorrow, and quietly packed his meager belongings when her door closed. It didn't take long, so he left her a little note on the kitchen counter, apologizing for fucking everything up.

He stepped out and locked the door behind him, and slide her key back underneath the door. Walking down past the Hummer parked out front, he made his way in the general direction of the dirt road that lead to his cabin.

It was a long walk, especially considering he was wearing his plate carrier and lugging several rifles in his duffel bag. He was somewhat glad that he'd left all his ammunition behind. He supposed it would serve as something of a parting gift.

All the way until sunrise of the next day, he walked. By the time he got to his cabin, he was exhausted.

Walking up to the door, he saw it was ajar.

>>31844765
Damnit I knew checking /wfg/ "just one last time" before heading to bed was a bad idea...

Okay, you have me here, I'm not gonna sleep to this

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It's feeling too happy in this thread. I'll be back later.
>>31844656
This was cute. Maybe 2cute.

>to ensure no windowless vans
>I'm sorry i'm tired

>>31844803
oh no, sorry fluffy

>>31844824
oh shit nigger

>>31844765

It gave him pause for a moment. He dropped his duffel bag off to the side, and pulled his KA-BAR from within. He held it close and pushed the door open slightly, then sliced the pie, strafing around the entrance to scan the inside for threats. He saw nothing immediate, and proceeded inside.

He suddenly found himself wishing he'd brought along all of his ammo.

He slowly made his way to his bedroom door, as it was sitting there open. He'd never gotten around to actually replacing the door, and it still had the bullet hole Chris had put in it almost two months ago. And the window was still broken as well.

There was the sound of movement from inside, and he froze up, holding his breath. Something or someone was rummaging about. He waited until the sound tapered off before continuing on.

Slowly, slowly, with bayonet at the ready, he entered his bedroom. It was a bottleneck entry, with a corner obscuring most of it, so he sidled up right next to it and waited.

The sounds of rummaging came from around the corner. Dave took a deep breath...

He snapped around the corner, ready to lunge. "THAT'S MY PURSE! I DON'T KNOW YOU!"

So I've been trying to get back into writefagging. If anyone would like to give me feedback on this, I'd appreciate it.

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>>31844715
"Of course, we remember you! Your tankery is my favorite her, though I have to explain all the technical parts to PTRfag.
"Gives those docs hell for me!"
<3 -Rose

>>31844765
I appreciate your support, greatly. Your cryptids are my favorite. I just can't get enough of innawoods spoops! The banter between Chirs amd Dave is just awkwardly genuine. Keep it up!"

>>31844824
"Ve germans do not entertain ulterior motives."

>>31844841

The beast he was expecting whimpered and backed itself into a corner, scared half to death and staring at him with pleading, sorrowful eyes. A dog. Was it the same fucking dog?

Dave placed his knife onto a nearby desk, feeling like an idiot. At least there was nobody around to witness it this time, he thought to himself.

He got closer and squatted in front of the dog, which was still trying to half-scramble up the wall, and simultaneously shrink further into the corner. It was emaciated, flea-bitten, and patches of fur were missing on its flanks. But it didn't appear rabid. Just hungry.

Dave sighed and got up, closing the bedroom door so the dog wouldn't escape into the woods again like the last time. He retrieved his bag from out front and dumped it in the living room, then went over to the kitchen and grabbed a can of Tourist's Delight. A palette of the stuff had been sitting there ever since he moved to Michigan, Ever since that month prior to him meeting Chris. He pushed the thought out of his head. He didn't want to think about her.

Opening up the bedroom door, the dog immediately tried bolting, but almost slammed into the closed front door. It turned back around and whimpered at him, still looking at him with its sad eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." He placed the open can of meaty stuff on the floor in front of the dog and went back to the bedroom to sort things out.

The dog sniffed at the can suspiciously, then gave it a curious lick, before furiously gobbling down the contents. Dave smiled from the bedroom.

>>31844886
You write well, you really do. And I hope you're not gonna leave it there. Right?

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>>31842822
>Was half-joking with the namefaggotry

Ah fuck it, Why the hell not? Pass-chan it is.

>>31844715
"Of course we remember you. Be of careful." -Natalya

>>31844886
I demand that you write more, I wanna see Vaquero become happy.

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>>31845035
i was also gonna put you as lil' clover

>>31844886

very well written. Looking forward to more of Hanako the revolver

http://is.4chan.org/gif/1477757362748.webm

>>31844886
>I said come in, don't just stand there!
I like it

>>31844906

"Hungry little bugger, aren't you..."

The dog barked once at him in response, sitting on its haunches. It licked its chops expectantly. Dave went back into the kitchen and poured two more cans into a small bowl, and set it in front of the dog. It instantly set itself upon the food. It likely hadn't eaten for a while.

Dave went digging around the effects he'd left behind in the cabin, and was somewhat please to find a half-full bottle of lukewarm whiskey sitting around. "Eh, it's only been three months. Should still be good," he said aloud to no one in particular, and took a long swig.

He sat down on the ratty yard sale couch occupying the living room and stared at the wall.

He spent the rest of the day like this, occasionally getting up to dump another can of stuff into the dog's bowl. Eventually the dog ate its fill, and waddled in front of him, laying on its side and letting out a quiet fart.

Dave was deep into the bottle at this point, and drunkenly laughed at the sight.

"Wonder what... I'm gonna name ya," he slurred, watching the dog rest. "I mean, if you're actually... gonna stick around... and not... run away when I open the door..."

He drained the last few drops from the bottle, and tossed it aside, shattering the glass against the far wall of the living room. The noise startled the dog, and it looked up at him with worried eyes.

"Dun worry... about it... it's all fine... not angry..." He lay down on his side, the alcohol drawing him into a deep sleep.

>>31844886
>WG's are [STANDS]

excited.jpg

>>31845191
There is so much to like about that webm. Absolutely glorious

>>31845251
This is what I've been saying, and I had a theory for the WG tendency.

They're visible to everyone, but seldom noticed. However, once you do, then you become aware of their presence, to the point where some can identify a WG when they're in firearm form.

Also, people who wield WGs often tend to congregate.

>>31845191

i want to do that now.

>>31845255

seconded

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>>31845126

>Hanako the revolver
jesus christ

>>31844886
Moar is requested, I wanna see her taken care of and loved

>>31845400
>>31845126
>>31845060
>>31844968

I'm going to continue it then. I'm just scared that now I'll be unable to stop the urge to buy and restore a formerly rusted out revolver

>>31845448

>being afraid of doing a good thing and saving a WG

>>31844717

Why are you so snarky Rose? and where did you pick up 1980s slang?

>>31845251
Your stand [LOVIN' FOURTY-FOUR] maybe be strong, but it can never defeat my stand, [RHODESIANS NEVER DIE]!

>>31844715
How could we forget out best tank writer.

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>>31845079
Go for it. You'd be doing me a favor.

>>31844886
That was pretty good, though I am confused on why someone who's so into guns would hesitate at owning one free of charge.

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>>31844886

>>31845697
The way I'm thinking of the MC, he only ever saw them as fapbait with the interest only coming after he did. Like, let's say you fap to muscle girls. Do you go to bodybuilding competitions and try to woo the contestants? In his mind, I see it more as "I can see guns as women, but they don't like to talk to me either. So I'll just fap to them and enjoy that fantasy".

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>>31845551
"I'm hip and stay with the times. I know how all you kids talk... And, I'm not snarky."
>stares hard at you
>[glaring intensifies]

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>>31844715
>Implying we will ever forget about you

>>31845623
No, this stand is too powerful for [War Pigs]!

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>>31845908

>"I'm hip and stay with the times."

>>31845191
Nice edit
>>31845191
>>31845320
If you want source, it's Afghan: The Soviet Experience
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XdBVE-rNM90

>>31846056
So that guy with the ushanka is the source for that one piece guard drew

>>31845212
Oh shit, if Chris doesn't see the note he left, she's gonna think he got taken by the black vans...

>>31846158
Yeah, I commissioned Guard for it when he was offering free requests

>>31846056
Soviets in Afghanistan are aesthetic as fuck

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>>31846032
"Would you like to go on little... hunting trip too?"

"Nein! Nein Rose! He did not mean it, okay? I zhink I left zhe oven on. Could you go and check on it?
"Shhh... she ist a little sensitive, okay? No worries."

>>31846240

I'd love to go on a hunting trip!

It's okay Judith, I am just teasing the old lady.

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It's almost time.

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>>31846815
just do the usal m8, about the 'bin

>>31846856
Got it.

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>>31841084

OP is missing Small Zone of Comfort Prologue parts 2 & 3.

Is also missing the small winter story here
>>31825769
>>31826496

>>31846884
they used a version so outdated is kinda funny and as soon i get on my pc ill add it

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>>31846815
Standing by.

>31830108

Just caught up with the Howa story. I know I'm a thread late, but I really enjoyed it! Thank you for continuing it.

Numbers have been assigned to the endings. I'm going to now check the votes.

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Taking longer on part 3 than I want. Currently dealing with the anxiety, stress and depression only school can bring. I'll try to get something out next week. For a sneak peak, it's cleaning up a mess from a failed raid at an ATF site.

>>31839018

>You don't know how long you've sat with Ida against the wall.
>It would have wasted what little time you had left with her.
>In the distance, you can hear the rescue helicopter closing in.
>While you don't want Donaghue to die, the helicopter is coming too soon.
>When it lands in the empty lot behind the house, you squeeze Ida tighter towards you.
>She returns the motion and slides her head from your shoulder to your chest.
>The paramedics come running around the house with a stretcher and first aid kit.
>As they examine Donaghue, Hotchkins slowly steps to you.
>Her voice is somber and quiet.
>"Anon, it's time."
>You look down at the messy auburn hair of your best friend.
>It's the last time you'll get the chance.
>She pulls her head away from your chest.
>The spot where she lied against already feels like its missing something.
>Ida stares into your glazed eyes while you try and blink the tears away.
>She tries to reassure you with a smile, but even you can see past it.
"Ida..."
>A slender finger stops your lips.
>"It'll be okay, Annie. Take care of the others. Please, for me."
>You shut your eyes tight to fight the tears back, but a few escape despite this.
"I'll keep them safe, but I'll never stop missi-"
>This time you're silenced not by a finger, but by a soft set of lips.
>Every second of the moment is burned into your mind.
>You never want a single detail of it to fade with time.
>It ends too quickly for you.
>She pulls away.
>"Goodbye, Annie. I love you."
"I... I love you, too."
>She weakly stands up and presents herself to Hotchkins.
>"I'm ready. Let's go."
>Hotchkins almost hesitates, but she takes Ida by the neck and carries the butchered M1 to the cruiser.
>It's the most painful thing you've ever experienced.
>Your best friend is taken from you once again.

>>31847129

>You lost track of time, still sitting against the house.
>The paramedics had departed with Donaghue a while ago.
>They told you that there was a good chance he wouldn't make it.
>He did quite a bit for you, and wanted to help you, so it's natural to feel a bit of a sting at the evaluation.
>Deciding that you've been here long enough, you stand up and drag your feet as you walk around the house.
>There a burning in your heart.
>The feeling of a loss that can't be replaced.
>A void that can never be filled.
>You reach your bike and slowly go through the motions to start it.
>Driving around the house, you take the light path that the cruiser left with Ida on.
>As you make your way onto the road at the base of the mountain and cruise along the creek, the clouds in the let out their frozen tears as if to remind you to be melancholy.
>The winds of Valdez remain eerily calm.
>When you reach the town, you stay on the border to avoid seeing the police department.
>The burning returns as you try to force the thoughts of what they'll have to do with her to the back of your mind.
>Finally, you reach the highway, and the snow fall nearly blinds you.
>It doesn't stop you from cruising near the speed limit.
>All the while you think about how the sidecar next to you shouldn't be empty.
>It's going to be a long ride.

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>>31847137
And that brings What We Lost to an end. Thank you all for reading this. It's been fun.

I'll post the second ending now.

>>31839018

>You don't know how long you've sat with Ida against the wall.
>It would have wasted what little time you had left with her.
>In the distance, you can hear the rescue helicopter closing in.
>While you don't want Donaghue to die, the helicopter is coming too soon.
>When it lands in the empty lot behind the house, you squeeze Ida tighter towards you.
>She returns the motion and slides her head from your shoulder to your chest.
>The paramedics come running around the house with a stretcher and first aid kit.
>As they examine Donaghue, Hotchkins slowly steps to you.
>Her voice is somber and quiet.
>"Anon, it's time."
>You look down at the messy auburn hair of your best friend.
>It's the last time you'll get the chance.
>She pulls her head away from your chest.
>The spot where she lied against already feels like its missing something.
>Ida stares into your glazed eyes while you try and blink the tears away.
>She tries to reassure you with a smile, but even you can see past it.
"Ida..."
>A slender finger stops your lips.
>"It'll be okay, Annie. Take care of the others. Please, for me."
>You shut your eyes tight to fight the tears back, but a few escape despite this.
"I'll keep them safe, but I'll never stop missi-"
>This time you're silenced not by a finger, but by a soft set of lips.
>Every second of the moment is burned into your mind.
>You never want a single detail of it to fade with time.
>It ends too quickly for you.
>She pulls away.
>"Goodbye, Annie. I love you."
"I... I love you, too."
>She weakly stands up and presents herself to Hotchkins.
>"I'm ready. Let's go."

>>31847178

>"Hotckins!"
>A strained shout comes from Donaghue.
>Everyone's attention is on the wounded form on the stretcher.
>As you get to your feet, Hotchkins hurries to the detective's side.
>"Donaghue, you're awake. Save your energy, we're getting you help."
>He ignores her and continues speaking hoarsely.
>"We came here to help this poor guy. We're not taking the gun."
>Hotchkins is thrown off slightly.
>"But it's been cut down. We have to take it in and have it demilled."
>Donaghue almost looks angry for a moment.
>"I'm sure Anon can fix that, and that's a federal regulation anyways. Fuck the feds, this is Alaska. Let the boy go home."
>His partner almost looks ready to retaliate.
>Instead, she turns to you.
>She slightly nods her head.
>"Well, mister Anon. I wish you luck on your ride home. Thank you for helping us with this emergency. I'll... take care of the paperwork."
>With that, she motions for the paramedics to take Donaghue, and they rush for the helicopter.
>It leaves shortly afterwards.
>You're now alone with your rifle and the detective.
>"I have some investigating to do of the crime scene. Please take care."
>Hotchkins disappears into the house, leaving you alone with Ida on the porch.
>Ida's smile is no longer just a source of comfort.
>It's a ray of light and joy, now that you'll be making sure she comes home.
>She shuffles up to you, and places her head against your chest.
>You bring your arms around her and keep her close.

>>31847185

>A second set of arms wrap around the both of you.
>Wilma is sobbing.
>You place your right arm around her and bring her into the hug.
>It's a perfect reunion after all that happened since you arrived.
"Let's go home, together."
>You place Wilma carefully back into your holster, and pick up Ida in your arms.
>She rests her head against your shoulder as you carry her to the Ural like a princess.
>Securing her into the side car, you hop onto the bike and run through the start up.
>After making it down the mountain and through the town, it snows heavily.
>You're almost blinded on the highway, even so, you couldn't be bothered by it.
>The sidecar's smiling occupant makes sure that nothing could ruin this trip home.
>So thankfully,
>It's going to be a long ride.
There may be epilogues after this, and I may write for both endings, including side stories. Once again, thank you for reading. It's been a pleasure conducting the Feels on Wheels Express.

>>31846856
http://pastebin.com/3CycyxhK

Here's this.

>>31847169

You mean you posted the non-canon ending first, then the actual ending. RIGHT?

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>>31847129
>Was pushing for tragedy stories for the sake of sadism
>getting exactly what I wanted.

Yes. MORE.

>>31844886
I really enjoyed this, thank you.

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>>31847278
I voted for this. Not disappointed

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>>31847202
This is the only ending I'll except. The other never happened. Nope.avi
Ida will be okay. After she recovers, she have range days with Rose, amd all will be well.
>yfw you witness PTRfag on the news from the choppercam get pancaked in a last stand by an army of ATF agents just to save Rose from a meltdown.

In all seriousness, the second more fairtale ending was stronger. It brought light into an otherwise hopeless situation. A depressing ending to dressing story offers nothing but darkness. Because nothing was saved. Nothing was accomplished. The reader accepts the ending without protest because they knew nothing else would become of it anyway. But when the reader loses all hope, and by a slim margin, the impossible happens, it's powerful.
My two cents, anyway.

>>31847202
The one, true ending. That other one never happened... you weren't in your right mind when you posted that, right?

>>31847178
>>31847185
>>31847202

this is the actual ending. the people have spoken

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>>31847329
>>31847407
Masochism is fine, right?

>>31847447
I actually have a bit of an affinity for the happy start, sad ending kind of things. Not everything will end without tears, and I actually felt like the sad ending was stronger.

Then again, I've yet to know what it's like to be in love, so maybe I just feel like I did shit with the happy ending. I was actually hoping for it to be the canon ending, for epilogues. But I'll just do epilogues for both anyways.

>>31847449
It was the will of RNGesus to make suffering canon.

>>31847487
This is a theocracy, m8. Not a democracy.
A democratic theocracy? Maybe. But RNGesus made his will known.

>>31844886
>rehabilitating a broken gun
>same idea I've been working on but actually executes it and writes it beautifully

I was getting there eventually, but It's my fault for taking so damn long with my story. Still, no one has cared in the past thread for it, so I probably won't get that far. I'll just continue posting what I already have written.

>>31847513

now you're just reveling in the feels for the sake of the feels. i will find your RNGesus and strike him down

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>>31847542
I cannot allow this.

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A Small Zone of Comfort

>We're finally out of prologue but not quite to the first intro part I posted yet

Part 1: A Life in the Glove Box

You often felt in life that you were a victim of circumstance.

It was circumstance that you’re life went downhill shortly after school.

It was circumstance that you failed to find a job in the terrible economy.

It was circumstance that lead you to finally open that letter that had been sitting in your glovebox for years; of your brother you used to despise. It’s funny how time can change your perspective a bit.

He was always an independent sort; on family trips he would be the one who would insist on going the other way. But there was a reliability to be found in that kind of certainly, you now muse. You remember when you were nine, and at your Uncle Peter’s place. He was taking you out shooting for the first time, both of you. Your brother had insisted on setting up the targets his way, and going first. Naturally he was a fantastic shot, the old Mosin in his grip a perfect fit for his older teenage frame. And comically over-sized in yours. You only managed to shoot off four rounds when he zealously grabbed the rifle from you, saying you weren’t handling it safely. You remember, with humor now, how you sat pouting on the log for the rest of the day as you watched him rack up increasingly amazing shots while Uncle Peter tried to console you.

Afterwards Uncle Peter would sneak you out whenever you came back up to visit him, to get some range time just the two of you. WIth time you grew to fit the rifle, and became a pretty good shot. That quickly stopped after you were fifteen, though, when your brother found out and told your parents. No more visits to Uncle Peter, they told you.

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>mfw Guard says he'll draw any writefag's girl for free

>>31847568
>Prologue parts 2 &3 are here >>31821480 >>31799793 others can be found in OP pastebin

When he finally left home those years ago, you hated him. He would never let you experience things on your own, would always baby you. It was with little regret you saw him go. Your years after that had made you reconsider things, the tough times showing maybe he just wanted to protect you.

You opened the glovebox, flipped the envelope between your fingers for what must have been the thousandth time, and finally decided to open the small package. It was needlessly thick, you thought, as you pulled the small letter out of the oversized stuffed envelope.

You read.

He had found his way into The Chernobyl Exclusion Zone, that wild frontier of gunfights and hunting. He briefly described how he was doing well; finding himself in a small group. He wrote of his adventures and opportunity, but ended with a solemn warning that he wasn’t sure how much longer he could stay. Things were changing, for the worse, he warned. He sent this letter not expecting a response, but to let you know that should he make it out, he would be seeing you soon. And finally, he was sorry.

You look down, distraught. How long had this been sitting in here, unread, while he was supposed to come home? Guilt started to wrack you. Damn your pride, why didn’t you open it sooner? And to the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone? Wasn’t that a place where glorified scrapers go to fight over old soviet junk? Some said there was something special about that place, but in the photos you saw all it showed was radioactive piles of a 25 year old mistake.

>>31847589
Your worry continues. You use your cheap, prepaid cell phone and dial home. Hopefully Dad had remembered to pay the landline bill. No answer. You leave a short message, explaining you just got a letter from brother. You pause, considering what you’re about to say. You continue that you’re going to try to find him. And then hang up.

Damn it, why did you just commit yourself to something like that? Up until a few weeks ago you still hated his guts! You sigh, looking out the car window in the dusk august air. Reading over the letter again, you start to think of how you would even begin to try to look for him. You continue to flip the now open envelope through your finger. Something on the back of the letter catches your eye.

“P.S. I know how much little bro enjoyed trinkets. This one is special, trust me.”

What?

>>31847603
You open the envelope wider, and notice something in the stuffing towards the back. Turning it upside down, it was taking it’s time sliding out. A bit impatent, you grab and pull it out.

It’s an empty rifle cartridge. On the primer end, a little hole had been drilled through, and a rough handmade chain of small copper wire links run through it. Some sort of trophy?

A sudden honk by another car passing you on the roadside startles you, and the bullet necklace flies out of your hand. You panic. This is all you had of him left, where did it go?

And that’s when your head lightly bumps into something.

The rifle cartridge was floating there, as if it was gently sinking in the ocean. The headlights of passing traffic lighting up the bronze color of the copper necklace that hung limply off the end, slowly pulling it downward. Tapping it towards the passenger window, you watch with amazement as this simple metallic cartridge defied all your scientific knowledge and limited understanding of the world. It floating, with a gentle descent, towards the opposite window. Is this why you didn’t feel anything else in the letter? You leave it as it gently floats downward towards the passenger seat, you look back at the letter for any more clues.

>>31847582
I wish I wrote more to justify it.

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>>31847615
Where in the world did he find this? The Exclusion Zone?

You just stare at it as it completes its landing, calmly resting on top of the pile of chains that had dragged it there. The closest way you could describe it would be those videos of cosmonauts you watched in school as they took small water droplets in space; filming them as they floated and bounced everywhere.

Your interest was peaked now. If this is what was considered a trinket, what other things exist in there?

You now commit yourself to this. Half out of concern for your brother, but also of a feeling welling inside you, of curiosity.

You are going to The Zone.

Wait, was this thing radioactive?

>>31847633

[_________________]

Circumstances were hitting you hard again.
After robbing you of most of your money, the “guide” you hired to help you get deep into the zone left you overnight, the only thing he did right was get you past the armed military patrols. But now you were in a small village in what some of the men around you called the Cordon.

“Zip fleeced ya, didn’t he?” one of the bigger, burlier of the men said to him, after offering him breakfast around a small fire.

“Don’t worry kid, he does that to all of the rookies. Name’s Wolf, if you need to know anything, let me know.”

You respond “Rookie? I’ve-”

You stop yourself at his glare. He’s right, you recon. And he was kind enough to share a meal. You were technically in The Zone, but you had a long while before you actually understood how anything worked here.

“I would tell you to go see the old man in the bunker for some guidance, but he’s out of Zone stocking up,” Wolf continues.

Looking around, you notice that for one of the main points of illegal entry, there’s very few people here. Excluding yourself, you’ve only seen four people since you got here last night. You ask the question.

“Hah, why would anyone want to stick around here? I don’t know why you came to the zone, and I frankly don’t care. But what you’re trying to find is probably going to be deeper within the Zone. Not within gunshot of an army checkpoint.”

>>31847582

where did he say that?

I-I wouldn't mind art...

>>31847643

“Plus,” he adds a bit more solemnly, “you won’t find that many STALKERS these days.”

“Isn’t that for the better? I hear everyones a cutthroat out here,” you respond.

“Those are mainly the bandits. You’ll recognize them from their long trench coats and that damn music they blast a mile away. Most other men here will just keep their distance.”

“No, the reason you won’t find many of us, especially the experienced ones, is that they all bit the bullet up north. Greedy bastards, the lot of them. There was a brief opportunity to get to the center, and fools rushed in. From what I’ve heard from the few that got out, it was a hell they never want to visit again. And I’m inclined to believe them.”

This made you nervous. You clutched the bullet necklace as you thought, wouldn’t you have to go there yourself? Are that many people killed here? This sounds more and more like a warzone than people out for profit. After saying as such, Wolf agrees

“With money this high, morals can sometimes be hard to come by. Like I said, just stick to yourself and be wary. Politeness has no place in here, only your survival. Now, where’s your shooter?”

You stare back at him, blankly. You supposed with the people here you could just ask around and find him. You didn’t expect it to be this hard, or this violent.

“Well you supposed wrong. A gun is the best negotiating tool you can have, and the mutants around here don’t take Ukrainian Hryvnias. Follow me.”

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>>31847650
You're good enough to already have gotten one

>>31847650
....didnt he draw your girl? And i bug him on tumblr alot

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>>31847652
Trailing him you get your first good look into the dilapidated village you wandered into last night. Most houses in various states of disrepair, or overgrown. But a few men could be seen walking around, with a man at each end of the short street looking out for mutants or military.

Wolf walks down one of the cellars, and opens up a blue case.

“Take this. We’re lousy with these, it’s better than going alone.”

You grab in your hand an older Makarov pistol, and a box of 9×18mm ammunition.

“You’ve shot a firearm before, correct?”

“Yeah, a few times” you respond as you slide the action, giving the pistol a good once over.

“Better than most rookies who only make it this far. And stop it with that hollywood shit, keep it holstered when you're in the village.”

Putting it away in your hooded leather jacket, Wolf continues

“Now this goes without saying, but radiation is serious shit here. It’s sneaky too; once you get confident you stop paying attention to the geiger counter so much and that’s when it gets you. I see you’re smart enough to have brought one yourself, so I’ll spare you the details. But there's another hidden threat you need to be careful for. Here, give me your pocket”

He says as he then proceeds to shove a handful of rusty bolts down it.

>>31847666
>>31847671

WHA?!! when did this happen?!

>Satan delivers
nice trips

>>31847680
You are beyond confused.

“Anomalies, heard of them, right?”

You blankly stare back, and he sighs

“They’re what make this place so special, or so messed up, depending on who you ask. There’s a huge variety of them, so they’re a bit difficult to describe. The best way I can put it is that they’re places where space is fucked up.

More confusion from you. You are not following this at all.

“Ehh, for example. There are these anomalies called Whirligigs. It’s like a riptide from hell but floating invisibly in the air. One moment you’re walking, and the next you’re being sucked up into the air, flung around, and if you can’t escape, compressed into meat chunks that scatter all over the place. “

If it were not for the trinket floating beneath your jacket, you would not believe the bullshit coming from this man right now.

“Listen, you don’t have to believe me, but you’ll see it soon enough if you keep heading north. You need the bolts, rocks, or other small debris to check. If things look a bit funny, throw a bolt at it. You’ll see it reacts by setting it off, or with the bolts, turning them red hot and shooting them off. Some suits have anomaly detectors, like radiation detectors. Try to get one of those asap, as soon as you can afford one.”

You nod hesitantly. You’ll need to see this for yourself to really believe it, but you appreciate the advice.

>>31847686
quite a while ago in /ak/ if I remember.

>>31847692
“Now that I’ve give you that fancy shooter and a bit of advice, I’ve got a task for you. Should be easy. As you can see, I don’t have a lot of guys here. But I’ve been hearing some of those bandits might be looking to set back up north in the car park. I need you to go over and take a look. If they’re back again, I need to so I can organize the guys to run them out again.”

What. You never volunteered for this. You just got here, and he wants you to go over and get shot?

“Not shot, if you do it right. Just go past the bridge, and look for the brick buildings. You see anyone moving there, come right back to me. I have to sit here and baby sit rookies like you, so I can’t go myself right now. But you should be fine! I’ll dig something special out for you if- I mean when you come back.”


“Alright,” you respond, “but it’s still early, should I go-”

“Yes yes, get going.”

>>31847666

a-also I'm not that good... >/////<

>>31847715
And off you are. You’d need to figure this all out eventually, and Wolf DID do you a solid with the advice and firearm. Once you crest the road that sits east and above the village, you can already see it faintly in the distance. The “bridge” wolf mentioned is nothing more than a glorified piece of cement over a large ditch. You almost walk across it when you notice something odd.

There are faint pulses in the air. Walking to the right, it starts to form a sphere.

Is this “space that’s fucked up?”

You reach into your pocket, and grab one of the bolts. Doing your best impression of those alpha strikes you did in dodgeball back in highschool, you wound back and then threw it as hard as you could. As if hitting a wall, the bolt stops momentarily in mid air, starting to glow red hot. It then shoots off in a completely random direction. Right over your shoulder.

“Holy shit,” you exclaim as you duck down, noting that your slow reaction time wouldn’t have done a damn thing if it was actually on course to hit you.

Not sure of how large this “anomaly” is, and not wanting to waste all day and all your bolts to find out, you decide the best path past the bridge is now under it.

Putting away the makarov in your backpack, you carefully slide down the berm, mindful not to trip over the exposed roots near the bottom, and round the corner, entering the archway underneath it.

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>>31847513
Fair enough. I've loved and lost too many times, and it never gets any easier. Also, I'm an Aries. We get pretty worked up over these things whether we're in control or not.

>>31847582
I'd love art from him, I fear it'd rude to ask. I just let him do his thing. If one of my girls is graced by him, I'd love it, but if not, oh well... I just don't want to be a bother.

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>>31847730
Circumstances have come back to bite you in the ass, as you suddenly find yourself face to face with a Stalker, pointing a dilapidated rifle at you, and demanding food.


Whew, another part done. See where I’m going with all this now? Kinda?

We’re ALMOST there to the intro, I swear. I’ve been teasing it, but we should now be one part away.

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>>31847721

When is the next Riikka by Tsuhna gonna be posted? Same for ATannie

>>31847739
Yeah, I've put myself out there a few times. Never ended well. Only relationship I had didn't really work out at all. Shit happens.

Anyways, I'm pretty much gonna have to call both endings "canon" in a sense, because a good number of people pretty much reject the first ending. It doesn't really matter since I'll possibly continue from both endings with side stories and epilogues.

>>31847582
I wonder if guard would draw Dave and Chris?

>>31847513
>But I'll just do epilogues for both anyways.
Multiverse, nigga

I'll be in the universe where Ida was saved.

>>31848261
But will there be another one in that universe in which she is raped?

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>>31848279
DELET THIS

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>>31848279
Delete this.

>>31848279
>implying we're not already stuck in that universe
Fucking drug dealer cut her down.

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>>31848301
>>31848339
Sorry, feeling miserable this evening and just spreading my sunshine around.

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>Write as an outlet for shit
>Write story of drug addicts and shady people combating the paranormal in some post-modern former Soviet-Scandanavian fictional country
>Can't work up courage to post it
>Just keep rewriting it

JUST

>>31847739
>I'd love art from him, I fear it'd rude to ask. I just let him do his thing. If one of my girls is graced by him, I'd love it, but if not, oh well... I just don't want to be a bother.
Whats yer story

>>31848454
I believe in you, familia-chan

>>31848521
I'd assume that is PTR/HKfag

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>>31848521
>>31848560
>take a small break from writing In Light My Fire
>see this
>mfw I should've said nothing
Now, I feel like I've overstepped my bounds.

>>31848659
Keep acting humble. It only fuels the porn side of my brain

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>>31848454

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>>31848301
>>31848339
Hold on a sec lads, let's not dismiss >>31848279 so quickly...

>>31848692
Plz no.

>>31848777
>god trips

>>31847202
I don't give a flying fuck about your coin toss. This is end, and if you think otherwise, I'd suggest you try intercourse with the business end of a ZiS-3

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>>31849160
Fluffy with the super hot fire.

>>31847889
Uhm... I think Annie is playing with the rich boys in the trees so to say

>>31847582
So... What grill goes first? I mean guard is a busy man, comic and all

>>31849187
I bite back!

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>>31849160
The Fluffy has spoken.

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Oh shiggidy fortunate son's story is over gonna start reading it now

>>31849257
Hey lads, i cant seem to find chapter to of "what we've lost" anybody willing to lend me a hand here?

>>31847582

Am I still considered a writefag if I no longer post story excerpts in the /k/ writefag threads, but solely write for a private reading circle that's mostly from these threads?

Anyways, while that drawing offer is intriguing, it could be a problem when dealing with my Doing-Things metaseries for a wide variety of reasons, including multiple series in the metaverse, arguably hundreds of named characters (I've never really counted), massive ensemble casts, thousands of pages of text, etc.

mrboneswildride.gif

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>>31849649
>I write, but won't post it here.

Why're you holding out on us man?

>>31849725

Read the second part of the post, the damn thing is like 5k pages and growing every day. Also, it's my private experimental series, the one I don't stress about testing new/weird stuff in because it'll never see public release or criticism. I tried posting small snippets in the /k/ writefag threads to stay within my self-imposed limits, but I found that I ended up creating such a sprawling, complex narrative that unless you read the couple thousand or so pages that preceded it to get the context behind it, the segment I pastebinned really didn't make sense, and readers seemed upset about that.

I can give more details if anyone wants.

>>31849253
Hey, I'm no different from any other writefag here. But then again, it seems we agreed on the ending...

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Posting this since there's some very slight /k/ related stuff that's fictional WW1-type setting.

Just wana see how the /k/ stuff in the story's rated.

>>31849160

It was sneaky of him to post the fake ending first and get us all worked up.

>>31849413
Pastebin I linked here
>>31847240
Has all of the story and the CANON ending.

>>31845212

Dave awoke to the sound of banging at his door, the stray dog growling, and a dull throbbing sensation in his head. He rolled off the couch and onto the floor, groaning loudly.

"Gotta stop... drinking so fucking much," he grumbled, pushing himself upright. He brushed past the dog and stumbled over to the door, pulling it open.

"Who the fuck are you and why are you- oh..." The last person he expected to see was Chris on the other side, her arms folded over her chest. She did not look pleased. "Chris, what are you-"

"What the fuck was the meaning of this?" She held out the note he'd left on her counter, practically shaking it in his face.

"Well I-"

"You leave me alone in my apartment, you take all your guns, yet you leave all your fucking boxes of ammo lying around and on top of that, you leave me this fucking note and fuck off back to your shitty little cabin?"

"But I thought-"

"You thought wrong! Thinking- Is that a dog?"

"Yeah, remember when we first met, and you shot at-"

"We'll get to that later. I'm dealing with you, first."

"O-okay..."

>>31848692

do it, do it

>>31849208
Playing with the rich boys in the trees?

>>31848692

Guard, no. In his story, if Judith gets too excited she blue-screens and is just blank and emotionless until she resets. That would just be creepy

>>31850279
I feel for Dave. Especially since I tend to be my own worst enemy

>>31850279

At least she got the note and didn't assume a three-letter agency took him.

Hopefully he dodges another beating

i'm surprised no one wrote a story about one of kojima's off-brand weapons for MGSV opr8n with the big boss himself

>>31850491
>implying he wont get beaten for leaving

Took a bit of a break from writing but I didn't forget about you guys. Just had more important bullshit to deal with. I should have more by tonight.

>>31850494

>tfw I used to think the PSG-1 was best sniping platform because of metal gear solid 1

>>31850491
>>31850498
now taking bets

>>31850616

i bet a 6 pack of beer and 3 head pats

>>31850498

Poly no, no more sad endings

>>31850635

b..but he will only get beaten and you and i know dave was made for cuddling and being beaten

>>31850616

She goes to swing at him and he drops to the floor crying. Then she feels awful and they hug it out

>>31850652
All right this version is better

>>31850616
>mfw this could be avoided if they just sit down and talk about what's bothering both of them

>>31850652
This is also acceptable.

>>31850652

Go darker.

She hits him in the face. He falls to the floor next to his gun bag. Pulls out the first thing he can. It's one of his revolvers. Gun shaking, crying, he yells something about stop hitting him. But she can see daylight through the cylinder. It's unloaded.

Go from there.

>>31850702
wouldnt that be a bit ooc? i mean considering the develoment this >>31850652 makes more sence, but thats up to KvsW

>>31850616
Angry sex.

>>31850747
Maybe. Then again I liked the bad ending for Ida.

>>31850819

Which the dog interrupts

>>31850822
There ya go

>>31850616

She raises her fist to him, and the doggo jumps in to defend Dave.

>>31850924

Ask for critique and people will provide, no use sitting there in silence. Just cause people don't respond to your stories doesn't mean they don't read them.

t. L1A1 writefag

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>>31850616
Dave's like me. We're really good at shooting ourselves in the back.
The woman always wins and guts us like a fish for it, leaving a thousand shards for the husk to tape back together.

>>31850471
Because he's got a few G3 drawings already, I was more afraid of what he'd do to Rose. But, you're right. That would be creepy.
I like Guard's work though. My favorite is "Treasure SVD!"

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Man, last night was rough. I think tonight I'm gonna flip the script a bit.

>>31850992

lewd things between Rose and Judith perhaps? Anon has a late night at work and it's just the two of them with a fresh bottle of Hoppes and a boresnake?

>>31850504
Same boat as well, rpk

>>31850822
You mean joins in

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>>31851123
>What We Lost is done besides a few extras
>Still want to write sad stories for catharsis
>I'm afraid I won't be able to match What We Lost
>Also afraid that nobody would want to read anything by me if I'm known for depressing stories
>Still want to do it because I love sad stories

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>>31851128
>not picking rose and kashka
>pleb

Isnt rose a leveraction or something?

>>31851830

M1 Garand.

>>31851830
>>31851921
M1 Carbine if you're referring to PTR/Light my fire.

Also guard give prompt for anon & sig.

>>31851461
Write shorter ones if you want. I wrote A Cold Hand last thread, one post. It was fantastic.

>>31852049
i read that one! it was great
>>31851830
m1 carbine

"You heard about the great lanks that live in the tall emerald browns in the lush of the northwest?" said the guide warming his hands by the fire trying to start a conversation. The great trees surrounding them seemed only make the night darker under their vast canopies.

"Great lanks?" the traveller asked warily.

"Forgot you boys from the south and east of the stones don't know much up here." The trader coughed as he inhaled the fumes of the hastily prepared fire "See they say existed before the fall great... I forget the term they used for them... Skwatch I think? Nevermind, great hairy men that lived in the woods you see?"

"Yeah, I guess" He too warmed his hands by the fire. His ratty gloves made it hard to stay warm from his southern journey north. He made a note to buy a new pair when they reached Vallis.

Just doing a bit of shitty weekend writing. Can continue if you guys are interested. Anyway thanks all.

>>31852341

Oh and its post apoc. Should have said.

>>31852341
post apoc is my favorite genre, keep going m8

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>>31850130
Thanks for the sadness faggot. But i will only accept the happy end. Loved it overall though

>>31850130
nah. You're wrong

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>>31851461
>implying Anons don't come to these threads to feel

Keep doing what you're doing, FS

>>31850279
She pushed past him and stormed into the cabin. The dog growled and bared its teeth at her, but the glare she gave it sent it running to the bedroom with its tail between its legs.

Dave closed the door and watched her pace around the living room.

"You never got around to ordering any new furniture, did you," she said, electing to lean against the wall rather than sit on the ratty couch.

"No... kept meaning to, but kept forgetting..." He walked around it and sat down heavily, spreading his legs and sprawling out.

She looked over at the little pile of shattered glass in the corner, and looked back at him as he closed his eyes and groaned. She watched him quietly for a few moments. The area around his eye wasn't really swollen anymore, but it was a deep shade of purple still, and he still had the scabs over where his lip and brow were split. She felt a rather strong twinge of guilt in the pit of her stomach.

She took a deep breath and calmed herself down a bit. "Tell me why you left like that last night."

"Isn't the note a little self-evident?"

"Not really. Why would you think you fucked everything up?"

"In what way did I not fuck it all up? Everything was going well between us, and then..."

"Then what?"

"Chris, have you forgotten already? I fucking... shot you... I nearly killed you... I can't forgive myself for that... and I can't expect you to forgive me, either..."

"I already forgave you for that!"

"No you didn't, you're just saying that..."

She stood up from the wall and stomped over to him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him to his feet. "Don't fucking tell me what I mean when I say something, I know what I mean when I say something!"

I don't know how well I can write a healing story, but here's a continuation of >>31844886

http://pastebin.com/v3xN2cx8

>>31853764
Now i own 10/22 a beer

>>31853801
Yo m8 how would you like to be tagged on the sticky

>please keep going

>>31853855
I wouldn't mind. I don't really have a title for this story though.

And I'm still working on the last story that I wrote for /mgg/, so I might not be entirely regular.

>>31853875
Im going to link to your profile and if you have an idea for a name please tell me

>>31852832
Thank you so much. It's been a joy in some sense to write. Even if I put my waifu at risk of a madwoman.

>>31854007
>Even if I put my waifu at risk of a madwoman.
>Not defending your waifu no matter what
cuck

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This is Mika.

She is Fortunate Sons's waifu. Now, i think i can persuade him to change the Canon ending in his "what we lost" story, but i think it has to include some for of blackmailing

So, Give me an hour, in which he hopefully changes his mind, or you'll get some... smut i guess?

Remember laddie, you can still save her

>>31854060

alrigth ill wait 'till he delivers to update the 'bin

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>>31854060

there's only one way this goes.

>>31854060
Justice for Ida!

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>>31854060
oy WHEN IS NEXT TONK STORY M8! I need my tonks plz.

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>>31854060

the /k/ube wills it

>>31854060
Madwoman

This is gonna be good.

>>31854060

Mika doing indecent things with tank shells?

>>31853801
I'm really liking this so far, good job on it

>>31854060
SHIT'S GOTTEN REAL

>>31853764
She drew her hand back as if to slap him, and he squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for it. The sight of that gave her pause, and the anger was sapped out of her in an instant. Her hand dropped back down to her side.

"Stop doing that. It looks pathetic."

He obeyed, but avoided eye contact with her. "And you wonder why I don't believe you..."

"What was that?"

"The way you're fucking treating me... why would I have any reason to believe that you've forgiven me? It's pretty fucking obvious you hate my goddamn guts... I don't blame you for it after what I did, but please don't try to say it's not the case..."

She shook him by the collar violently. "It's not the fucking case! I don't hate you!"

He said nothing, and just kept looking off to the side, not even resisting.

"Look at me for fuck's sake! Because this meek beta bullshit is really pissing me off!"

"You can just leave, you know... you don't have to put up with my 'meek beta bullshit' at all..."

"I'm not leaving!"

"Why not? This is why I left in the middle of the night, all of this only justifies that decision..."

>>31854222

Trips confirms it

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>>31854289

>>31853801

Glad to see this continued, will read when I'm home.

aai anon here
for anyone who wondered what happened to me
i got super duper sick
hospital tier sick, and i might be back if my limbs don't fall off

>>31854289

Dave sounds like me as a teenager.

Anyone here that isn't getting violently ill, getting slammed, and/or feeling like shit?

Guess we all come here for some catharsis.

>>31854349
Just focus on getting better.

>>31854349

holy hell, what did she do to you?

>>31854371
at this point, being sick is actually kinda nice. i finally get sleep, even if it is the most uncomfortable sleep.

>>31854379
c-certainly not lewd things i assure you...

>>31854467
Get well soon. Also dickin of AAI when? I wanna see a 180 from her cuntness

>>31854512
i don't know, maybe anon gets the dicking
pneumonia and a severe allergic reaction can really warp your mind on these kinda supple stories.

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>>31854060
There has been a discussion

there will be no lewding Mika. Mika a pure

>>31854634
Fever dreams are insane.

>>31854676

what a shame, I was looking forward to it

>>31854676
Good job, papa's proud.

>>31854676
We get the good/happier ending right? Or did you give up and we get the shit ending?

>>31854676
I love you

>>31853801
>What I’m doing is taking you home. Gently.

You're good at slipping these references in, and I hope you carry on with the story. I'm enjoying it quite a bit.

>>31854289

"No, it doesn't justify you leaving me!"

"I was trying to make it a clean break!" he said, raising his voice. "I was trying to avoid this, because I figured that if I stayed, this was going to happen sooner or later!"

"No, this is only happening right now because of that decision!" She started fighting back tears.

"You said it yourself, I'm pathetic, I'm meek, and I almost killed you for fuck's sake!" he shouted, looking her straight in the eyes and gesturing wildly. "And yet you don't want me to leave? What's your fucking problem, Chris?"

"My fucking problem? My fucking problem is that I'm in love with you, dipshit!"

The cabin was utterly silent for several long moments.

The silence was broken by Chris suddenly breaking down, sobbing raggedly. She let go of his collar and covered her face with her hands, the tears flowing freely down her cheeks.

"I love you... I fucking love you," she managed to say between sobs. "Don't leave me... please don't leave me... not like everyone else..."

He stood there, dumbstruck, his indignation gone. He couldn't formulate a sentence or even think clearly, and so she stood there in front of him crying for a while, before his brain started to work again.

"You... you love me?"

"I do... yes, I do..."

"If that's true," he said, his voice shaky, "then you sure have a funny way of showing it..."

She reached out and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close and burying her face in his shoulder, tears running into his shirt.

>>31854680
yes they are.
yes they are...

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See you guys around.

>>31855097
I wonder if I'm taking this in the right direction.

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>>31855188
Keep going

>>31855188
I'm really enjoying the story so far. I'm looking forward to seeing how you write the more emotional side of Chris.

>>31855188
Well, you could end case file 5.5, and it'd work well as an ending for that section. Has enough closure to see their relationship has moved up, without having to go into too much detail for the sake of it.

Otherwise, you can continue on if you have other ideas on how to end it, but that's just my 2 cents.

>>31855188
keep going. mama didnt raise no quitters

>>31853801
>that entire series of analogies to get to that last line

Absolutely disgusting, but I loved it.

>>31855188
Considering that I was checking every ~half hour today to see if your story would be updated, and I am completely pleased with this outcome, keep going.

>>31855188

don't you dare stop

>>31855188

Soundtrack for this.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-umP_1oBNSk

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>>31851128
>>31851795
I go to work for ONE day! What the hell did I? Rose and Judith? No.
Sashka. I see what you're getting at...
Rose is pure. Pure...
>mfw I'm gonna need backup from FAL here...

>>31851830
Rose is a 1943 Saginaw M1 Carbine.

>>31855188
I've actually stopped writing. You have my undivided attention.

>>31855097

Tentatively, he put his arms around her as well. He felt the sobs wracking her slender frame. Her knees suddenly gave out from under her, and he found himself being the only thing holding her up.

"Come on... uh... let's have a seat..."

He pulled her back and set her down on the couch next to him, letting her cry herself out. Gently, he patted her back.

She eventually fell silent, though he still felt her breathing somewhat raggedly.

"Chris, I..." he started, but trailed off, still unable to articulate effectively. "I had no idea..."

She lifted her face from his shoulder, and wiped away the tears from her eyes with the palm of her hand, though the corners of her mouth were still downturned in a sorrowful way. Her lip trembled slightly. Her eyes were red, and her nose and cheeks were rosy and flushed from emotion.

"I mean... I had an idea... but... I didn't know you felt so... strongly..."

"That's... my fault..." Her voice was trembling in such a way that he felt she'd burst into tears all over again any moment. "I'm a massive... cunt..."

"You're not a cunt, Chris."

"I had you... honestly thinking that... that I hated you... when nothing... could be further... from the truth..."

Dave found himself wiping away some moisture from his eyes as well, and sniffling a bit.

"I don't want you... to leave me... I've got nobody else... I've been alone for so... long... I don't want to go back... to that... I couldn't bear it..."

>>31855979
*Kashka
>I'm so fucking tired and confused!

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>>31855097
>>31856001
These tender feelings...

>>31856001

too real

>>31856001

"I'm not going to leave you," he said, cupping her cheek, wiping away a wayward tear with his thumb. "I just... wish you'd have told me all of this sooner..."

"I know... I know..." She pushed her face against his chest and sobbed quietly once more.

Dave placed his hand on the back of her head, keeping her close. With tears rolling down his own cheeks, he kissed the top of her head and did the best he could to comfort her.

"Shhh... shhh... it's alright... I'm not leaving you... not ever..."

She hugged him tighter as he said that, and a few minutes later, she swallowed hard, and took several deep, shaky breaths to regain a semblance of her composure.

She looked him in the eyes and attempted a smile. He returned one to her, and brushed some unruly red hair covering one of her eyes out of the way, eliciting a soft chuckle from her.

"Can you forgive me?" she asked, maintaining the eye contact.

"For what?"

"For... everything... for not telling you sooner..."

"You don't even need to ask. You already know my answer."

She smiled sadly, and adjusted her position, so that her head was resting in his lap, and she was looking up at him. She took one of his hands in her own and squeezed it gently. He reciprocated in kind.

"I love you..."

"I love you, too... I love you too..."

They stayed together like this until morning came, together on the ratty couch, with her head in his lap and their fingers entwined.

Not much more was spoken.

But not much more needed to be said.

>end casefile 5.5

Sorry it takes so long for such relatively little writing to get done

It's just I don't pre-plan or pre-write anything and it all just sorta comes off the cuff

So I'm putting ideas down in this little 4chan text box and tossing them out and editing them and posting them directly.

Anyway, thoughts?

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>>31856393
So far it seems to be working, mate.

>>31856371
Chris and Dave are OTP

>>31856393
I'd say that not pre writing it is definitely working for you. Gives you less time to nitpick yourself.

I'm enjoying the shit out of your story.

>>31856393
I'd have to say, with how this ended up turning out, it really feels as though everything that happened was very naturally and realistically. Didn't come off as awkward nor disjointed, and had good flow.

Keep up the great work, KvW

>>31856371
their relationship reminds me a lot of eva, but with less teenage bullshit

>>31856414
>>31856422
>>31856451
>>31856712

I appreciate it

Is there any way I could improve or do you guys just want me to keep going as I am, the way I am?

Yo shep, this is your 'bin of stories, any feedback?

http://pastebin.com/zTWiNURJ

>>31856904
Keep going, it's my favorite bit of writefaggotry we've got in this thread.
(And it's not on hiatus, which is always a plus)

>>31851461
Make them bittersweet stories bro. Just because a story is sad doesn't mean it's depressing.

If nothing else, go ahead and write "sad" stories because they're some of the best-written stories to come out of 4chan.

After days of attempting to drawfag my characters, I have now given up and would now shit up the thread with my writing!

Serial 1, signing on.

The three of you are gathered around the the fire, having finished your meal that you have gathered and prepared.

Bill moves around his oversized blue windbreaker so as to attain maximum comfort in his small female frame. The pair of aviators he wore is now sitting on his hair as if it was a headband.

>"So Anon, got any plans? We can't stay here forever, and that helicopter out in the open would gather unwarranted attention. A UAV would see it, or even just a snitch would bring an end to our happy days."

>We are moving out from here to my place, there is a vehicle there with a winch. If it is still there, we are to use that to pull the heli in.

>"Can't we just push it in?"
Amelia said as she brushes her slightly messy hair with her fingers.

>It would be too heavy even for the three of us. We are using the winch.

>"What if we don't make it back in time and someone sees it?"

>Well, we pretend we don't know about it.

Bill seemingly approves of your last statement, pointing his two index fingers to you in a "you're the man" gesture.

>"I like how you think Anon. Let's go, shall we?"

He immediately stands up, peeks around the door, and walks out.

Amelia puts out the fire, smothering the last remaining embers with water. She then walks out to the door Bill has left ajar and waits for you.

>"Come on Anon, we do not have all day!"

You smile at her as put your bag on and went out with her.

>>31857914
You sought to avoid the dirt path, and so the three of you are now walking along the coconut plantation under the shade of the towering trees.

Amelia has put her headphones back on, probably listening to the numbers station that you assume the CIA has put up. Bill seems to be not minding anything, following your lead with his hands on his waist, thumbs hooked on the belt loops.

>Uh, Bill, can I ask you a question?

>"Yes, as long as it doesn't go too deep."

>The USP's geist is actually a girl, right?

>"Of course. Female geists outnumber male ones by a ratio of 35:1."

Now intrigued, Amelia pops one of the earphones off.

>"See, Bill has left his human form already, but he has a connection with his pistol because of the blood he spilled on it. The process is incomplete, but because he died, his life force could complete the equation and he could manifest as a waffegeist."

She pauses for air, then goes back to continue the explanation.

>"Though, as he said that there are more female geists than male ones, his handgun got assigned with a young girl. Through some complex shit their mind would fuse into one somehow and they end up controlling a single physical form."

>"Fuck it, since you know too much already, why should I keep it secret to you anymore?"
Bill said, then he sighs.

>"What she called as "complex shit" is what we call as the Office. Do you know about the Astranuclear theory?"

You just shake your head to tell him that you are entireley clueless.

>"Good, let's keep it that way. To say it again, the Office is just a virtual render of uninterpretable information in the waffegeist plane of existence. That's it."

>>31857927
>Okay, so the USP waffegeist can't manifest by herself because she lacks some elements, but if you merge with her she can?

>"Bingo."

>If that's the case, who am I talking to right now?

>"It would be me, but with a sprinkling of her."

You squint your eyes as you look at him, then you turn your attention back on the path forward. A wall stretched from one end to another, and behind this is the subdivision you live in.

>Come on, let's go faster.

Soon, you all reach a seemingly convenient hole on the base. You remove the bag from your body so as to better fit through the hole. The two of them followed suit.

As you stand up to brush away the dust and grime, you would notice that many of the houses have been abandoned, while some have been smashed to pieces by what you assume to be artillery. The wrecks of a Simba APC and a Humvee remained on a street corner. Red streaks emanate from the wreckage, terminating on what appears to be tire marks left on the pavement by a truck.

Many of the houses appear to be looted, your lowly bungalow included. The steel gate has been blown away a few feet, the entrance now replaced by a crater. The Pajero is gone, but the Nissan Hardbody remained with a flat rear tire. The main door was also blown open outward, revealing that the living room floor now has a pond and that the air-dropped quick-install skylight replaced what used to be a roof.

What a homecoming.

Mom and Pop's things seem to be gone, and so does the Luger that he bought from the "special catalog" of a German who smuggled quality tools into the country. They followed the plan, you thought.

>>31847889
I haven't had inspiration for a couple of days & I'd rather not force the stories forward

>>31858304
Thanks, m8. I'd rather wait on quality than get filler for the sake of filler.

Same goes to the rest of you guys.

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Since we're at 282 post and is midnight here, take the updated sticky any storie posted beyond this point will bump with next thread

http://pastebin.com/5yG5C9ek
http://pastebin.com/5yG5C9ek

>>31854680
Oh fuck so thats what they're called ive had one ONCE and it was the worst type of dreams/ hallucinations i had. Story time?

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>>31841084
Though there's not many, firearms are well described in this novel. Handling, proper names (both with mags/clips and the names of the firearm parts being manipulated), and there's also a part in which the protagonist reloads ammo, detailing/describing the process as well as what he uses.

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>>31856371
Fuck...
>>31856393
It's PTRfag. One of my timder hook-ups is passed out in the living room. We got too drunk and it didn't feel fight. You story is just... jeesus man, it's genuine. I know, because I've been there. Keep up the good work. Dave and Chris will work out. They just aren't rwAdy yet.

>>31856393
I like your story a lot, but it's weird that no one mentions or cares about how turbo abusive Chris is.


There's a fucking reason she was alone guys, and it shows.

Like, shit, she might even qualify as legit bad person.

Prologue.

Sergei Dmietreyvich, a Senior Sergeant of the Soviet 39th Guards, stood in a meadow near his family's Dacha, watching two of his children chase each other around a few yards away. He determined that the game they were attemping to play was a form of American Football, lacking certain traditional aspects of the game - namely, end zones, quarterbacks, receivers, organization, and the ball. He smiled under his thick moustache and turned back to see his wife, Alyona, walking from the little house, distinguishable from the ones surrounding it only by bright blue paint beneath the eaves.