/wfg/ - Writefag General - "The Ride Never Ends" Edition

File: 1477047745611.png (654KB, 900x857px) Image search: [Google]

654KB, 900x857px

This thread isn't /k/ related

>>31861456
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

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

>>31861467
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

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/zTWiNURJ

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

Lil' clover
http://pastebin.com/8xqpmekk

Doilooklikewritefag
http://pastebin.com/u/DoIlooklikeawritefag

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

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

>>31861476
Some Guides and tips

http://pastebin.com/gsYuFqb0

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

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

Have fun and happy writefagging.

>>31861463
get fukt m8

File: 1362788865402.jpg (113KB, 1024x731px) Image search: [Google]

113KB, 1024x731px

It's Halloween, so get on those spooky writings.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EEVNwXm9F4w

File: 1477052944620.jpg (29KB, 572x511px) Image search: [Google]

29KB, 572x511px

Our favorite pair of /k/ommandos is back in casefile 5.5.
>get some tissues ready this one is quite feelsy

http://pastebin.com/9uE9ubgB

>working on what we lost 'bin
>reformatting shep's folder

am i missing some one?

File: Girls-und-Panzer-Erwin.jpg (82KB, 743x916px) Image search: [Google]

82KB, 743x916px

>thinking about how to write something that isn't sad
>don't know how to do it
>everything feels cheesy in my head
I got this.

>>31862129
How about you write a story that is sad for the bad guys? Then the good guys get a default happy ending.

File: IMG_0424.jpg (127KB, 1280x720px) Image search: [Google]

127KB, 1280x720px

Woah! Spoopy...
I'm no good at writing spoops. Oh well.

Light My Fire (PTR/HK) cont.

>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
>I can't help but to stare
>"Hey! What's for chow tonight?! I'm star! ving!" Rose yells from, apparently, the kitchen.
>you know, I haven't really thought about it
>plus, where'd all that milkshake go?
>"I don't know yet. Lemme see what I've got."
>From the corner of my eye, I notice Judith return to the spot where she originally woke and sit, hands in her lap
>the chair is right there, but she chooses that spot to reset
>her proverbial security blanket
>a rock grows in my throat
>i want to cry for her broken soul
>what it must feel like to not be able to experience your happiest moments
>goddamn it...
>"Hey!"
>Rose pulls me out it
>"Hey, skin-tube! Foooood!"
>she's sitting up on the counter top, kicking her shiny boots back and forth
>"What are you doing up there?!"
>"Waiting for your slow ass."
>"DOWN!"
>Rose protests
>stare the little shit down
>"fine... but I'm reading your comic books."
>the little girl scootches off the counter and skips into my bedroom
>one of these days, I'm going to duct tape her to the ceiling
>open the pantry
>I've got an ass of pasta in here
>Italian it is
>20 minutes of cooking the pasta from scratch, and I'm ready to serve
>the noodles are cheap walmart brand shit, but the cheese is from Dean and Deluca's
>Judith is already feeling better and picking out a movie for the group
>same seating arrangements as the last movie night
>sleeping bags, quilts, and pillows
>turning comfy all the way up to eleven
>I call Rose back in to eat
>don't need to ask her twice
>she puts up my comic book and returns to the kitchen
>the little carbine seems to have taken a liking to Calvin & Hobbes

[Here you go guys!]

You consider what you have to do. See how bad that mess is, get the dead guys somewhere, bure them, or just get them somewhere else, say you were busy doing other shit for two days.. There are some options, but you have to speak with Natalya first, see what she thinks. And the IS-3 has to be cleaned, and you feel letting that over to her would be a bad thing to do. Lily just fired 2 shots, so they must have been to the head. And a 9 mm hollow point to the back of the head will make a mess. And then there is the problem with Ms. SS in the woods, and then unloading the missiles, and then you really have to do some checking up and taking care of the Jagdtiger. All of this is going to take a lot of time and effort, and lying and…


“nooo-”


You want to spend the entire day here. With Lily. You tell her about all of the things that needs attention. She is quiet for a moment afterwards.


>Well, the Jagdtiger is fine, i’ll tell you that much. It’s not been driven that much. And if it does need a bit of work, we can’t do much here anyway. Maybe some field maintainance, but that’s about it. Besides, you just make sure to take care of me and it will be alright


Lily looks up to you and smirks a little. You gently brush over her wounded eyebrow with your thumb a few times and look back into her eyes


“I’ll take care of you”


Your other hand shift slightly, to the small of her back and you pull her a little further up


“I’ll take care of you”
>You have. More than anyone has done to me, more than most people have done to anyone. I mean the Jagdpanzer is holding up better than some Shermans
“What about the IS-3 then? how is that not breaking down?”
>Honestly, i have no idea

“Well, we have to help her as best we can”
>We do. And as much as i would like to spend all day in bed with you, we cant help anyone or do anything here. Not anything productive at least
“You’re cruel sometimes…”
>I’ll make it up to you. But now, we have to get up. Think you could help me get into my clothes?


Lily smirks again


“That, i can do”


After pulling on your own clothes, and helping Lily into hers, you head out to the dining hall, grab your food and manage to eat all of it before you even reach the vehicles. This makes Lily happy, and she explains that that is very efficient. Old habits really do die hard…


Sadly, there is way too much people up here for you to be comfortable. And they are all around the IS-3. Which most likely means the dead guys have been found.


“This is bad. We have to find Natalya and see what we should say. Anyway, do we deal with this or check on the Jagdtiger first?”
>I think we should…


This is as far as Lily gets before being interrupted. A large man, maybe in his early 40s with a large mustache approaches you.


‘You are Anon, from base…’


He starts burbling up a series of coordinates that you have no idea what you mean


“Uhm, i have no idea what those coordinates say i’m afraid”


The man stares back at you, having just a hint of “annoyed” in his expression


‘You own the big Nazi box tank?’
“Uhm, yeah, i do”

That would be the IS-3. Is it in this situation wise to feign ignorance, try with some responsibility, or just make up some lies? All these questions spin around in your head for a second


“Ohhh, the IS-3, with red stars on the turret? Yeah, that thing is from our base as well. Why are you wondering by the way?


You are very confident with acting and lying since you have much experience on that topic


‘Well, three of the crew has been found dead inside the vehicle this night, two with gunshot wounds to the back of their heads and one with what appears to be injuries from blunt head trauma’


Your shocked/ “oh no” face is very good, even if Lily is a bit stiff about it. You persuade the man to let you have a word with the poor remaining soul of the tank. The man leads you to Natalya who is talking to a man in more civilian looking clothes. She is holding a cigarette, not in the usual way in two fingers, but rather with three, almost like one would hold a pencil. She spots you and Lily in the crowd and shoves the other man away.


¤ Hey guys!
“Hey Natalya, i heard about what happened…”


You have to play along just a little bit for the sake of appearing trustworthy


¤ You know, i am supposed to look sad. It is harder when you are here
“Nice to hear, but one of these guys implied you said i owned the IS-3? What is that about?”


She suddenly looks down in the ground and goes quiet


¤ I thought…


Natalya forces her eyes shut, and swallows


¤ It will give me a better chance to remain here and get a crew assembled


Her eyes have gone awfully cold, and that combined with the deep blue color makes for a very intimidating expression

>>31862195
shit mang, sorry if i interrupted you here

File: IMG_0247.jpg (28KB, 220x359px) Image search: [Google]

28KB, 220x359px

>>31862268
It's cool, Fluffy. You go on ahead, and I'll follow when you're done.

>>31862330
i've posted what i have for now. There will be more in a few hours. I'm sort of in a flow here. You go!

>>31862145
But what if the bad guys are just victims of circumstance and turn out to be heroes in their own regard? Like a father committing misdeeds to save his daughter from a crime boss.

I think there's something wrong with me.

>>31862369
You could roll with that and write a story with good guys fighting a bad guy, and over the course of the story get the reader to hate the shit out of the bad guy. Then at the end around the same time you give the readers the satisfaction of the good guys defeating/killing the bad guy, you reveal his evil nature was for really good causes.

So you get your sad ending, and the reader gets to think about how wrong they were.

File: IMG_0159.jpg (128KB, 1280x720px) Image search: [Google]

128KB, 1280x720px

>>31862352
K, den.

>>31862195
Light My Fire (PTR/HK) cont.

>the little carbine seems to have taken a liking to Calvin & Hobbes
>probably where she gets her new slang terms from
>chuckle inwardly
>Three bowls of fettuccine alfredo are prepared
>"I vant to vatch zhis one!"
>Judith holds up a DVD box with only her eyes peeking over the top, looking for approval
>Alien
>the 1979 Ridley Scott thriller...
>I laugh, "huh-ho... Now, that IS a winner!"
>Rose looks at the cover
>"I-is this a scary movie?"
>we both look at her
>suddenly, all of her bravado is gone
>"Rose. It's a classic... like Gone with the Wind."
>I wink at Judith, who smiles back
>Rose is not so sure, but my mind is made up
>start the movie and sit down
>lucky me, the movie starts out slow enough for everyone to actually enjoy their food
>boy, Ripley's got some fluffy hair...
>huh...
>some minutes later, I take up the dishes and put them in the kitchen sink
>return as the movie starts getting juicy
>one of the guys in the movie is starting to have a wicked bad tummy ache
>I lay back down and Judith snuggles right up to my side
>her warm body is so soft to the touch
>is hoppes9 good for the skin?
>I can also feel Rose fidgeting on her side
>she's frightened lol
>Judith glides her leg up and over mine
>I hold her closer
>but then, I feel her slender hand slide up under my shirt
>as the poor bastard writhes in absolute pain on the table, I hear Judith breath in my ear, "shhh... "
>through her pants, her hips slowly start to grind against my leg, and that hand starts to slowly dive
>just lie still and watch the movie, I tell myself
>blood spreading and the man is convulsing, but I hear; I feel Judith breathing softly in my ear
>my fallen angel starts to lightly nibble when the little space weasel breaks out of the rib cage
>now, we find ourselves with a third member
>Rose, trying to be brave the whole time, gives up as soon as the baby xenomorph shows up
>the little girl latches to me like a leech

File: IMG_0427.jpg (16KB, 200x276px) Image search: [Google]

16KB, 200x276px

>>31862504
I'm not really satisfied with what I've got right now, so give me some time the polish it out. I may post later tonight.

>>31862504
>fluffy hair
>space weasel

topkek

File: 1477021466073.jpg (58KB, 600x400px) Image search: [Google]

58KB, 600x400px

>>31862504
Bullying carbines is my job.

>>31862504
I find it amusing that Judith wants to get it on in the middle of the gory bits of Alien. Especially the nibbling part.

Do people actually do this? I mean, what makes people want to do it during a scary or gory movie?

>>31862690
the phallic shape of the alien's head must have gotten her going

>>31862690
Germans made snuff porn a commodity. You're surprised?

>>31862672
You can keep hard bullying. I do the soft bullying.

>>31862690
Normie.

>>31862690
99.9% of the time it has nothing to do with the horror or gore and more with the fact that it gets their hearts and adrenaline pumping just another form of excitement anon. Now take that and add it to a comfy, dimly lit setting with just you and your girl and, well you get the point.

>>31862907
>Normie
Nope, just a virgin. Damn devout church girls.
>>31863120
Hadn't been in that situation before, didn't think of it that way.

File: 7.jpg (75KB, 852x480px) Image search: [Google]

75KB, 852x480px

>It's cold.
>That's the Alaskan mountains for you.
>You trudge on through the snow looking for the signs of the herd you've been tracking.
>Weather forecast said a massive snowstorm would roll in later tonight.
>If you don't find the caribou in the next two hours, then you'll have to turn back or risk getting caught in the storm.
>Gramps could have made it through the storm like it was just a flurry, but you're not a tough old bastard like him.
>You adjust the slung rifle on your back and hike uphill to get a clear vantage point.
>Reaching a knoll that overlooks the nearby forest, you unsling the Tikka T3 from your back and look down the Swarovski scope mounted on it.
>By the treeline, you spot stragglers from the herd.
>You could probably take the shot, and you're desperate enough.
>They look about four-hundred yards out.
>You sit with your knees up to support your aim.
>The crosshair is lined up on one of the bucks, with appropriate hold over.
>Taking a moment to calm your breathing, you observe the wind blowing the gentle snowfall.
>As you bring your finger to the trigger the wind picks up.
>The caribou disappear into a snow plume.
>Shit.
>You hop from your stance to your feet and watch as a wall of snowfall blows in.
"What the hell, the storm wasn't supposed to be for another few hours!"
>This is an emergency.
>You search around for nearby shelter.
>The only thing around you is the sparse forest where the caribou were in.
>Slinging your rifle, you start sprinting as much as possible down the snow covered hill.
>Two hundred yards into the run, you get blasted by the wind, and the snowfall increases.
>You're nearly blinded.
>Before the snow can halt your progress, you fight the wind and ice to get to the forest.


This is just a start, I'll get back to it later tonight.
Don't worry about binning it.

A Small Zone of Comfort

Part 2 - Insane in the Ukraine

This disheveled man in white fatigues slowly approaches you. You note this seems to be more of lethargy than deliberate carefulness on his part.

He asks you once more, almost spitting the words for food.

You have no idea what to do, as your pistol is seemingly miles away in your backpack. A backpack that is sorely missing some food. You decide you’ll try to bluff, reaching for your backpack. Maybe he’ll believe you’re reaching to give him food, and then you can use your Makarov?

This man is in no mood for games, though.

You see his white, scared fingers pull the trigger.

Nothing.

You are stunned. And from his lack of reaction, so is he. But you recover quicker. You slap the rifle out of his hand, sending him stumbling back. You go for the rifle, to deny him any ability to threaten you again. Grabbing it, you realize how foolish you were. If it didn’t work for him, why would it do you any good. Not sure if he has any other firearms in store, you run back out of the tunnel the way you came in. Sending a glance back, you see him. Still sitting against the wall. Just staring back at you. What an incredibly bizarre bandit, you think, as you continue to run. Back towards the rookie village.

>>31863310

Almost stumbling as you run into the village, you can hear the lanky guard call out to you “Slow down turbo, what's the-” but you don’t hear him finish as you run to the basement where you last saw Wolf.

Out of breath from the long run, you take a second to gulp down the excess saliva and try to calm your breathing.

Wolf looks at you, a bit surprised “when I sent you out, I didn’t expect you back so quick. I’m assuming you-”

“I didn’t make it there, not even close” you word out breathlessly as you sit down, taking the water Wolf offered you.

Continuing, “I made it to the bridge. Saw one of those anomaly things on it. I went under the bridge to avoid it.. There was a bandit, sitting by the burned out car. Tried to rob me of my food. Scuffled a bit, somehow got away. Thank god his rifle,” you indicate by looking at the dilapidated SVD now sitting in the corner “was a piece of shit. It failed to fire, so I had my chance to get away.”

“Slow down there. A bandit, under the bridge? You sure he was alone?”

“Yes,” you respond, words coming a bit easier now that you had time to breath, “he was real scraggly looking. His brown and white fatigues-”

Wolf grabs your shoulder, staring at you with incredible intensity. “Are you sure? That he was wearing equipment like that?”

“Positive. Anyways, I wasn’t able to make it to the car park but-”

“No, you did better than that. This is very serious, I’ve never heard of Monolith this far south.”

Before you could ask what a Monolith was, Wolf turns towards the door and pulls his radio out.

“Cheesy, Highlander, come in.” A pause, and then a series of pulses were heard. “Get your shit together and meet me at the east end. We’ve got a bit of a problem to clear out.”

>>31863319

A very serious series of affirmatives is what you hear. As Wolf could be heard exiting the top of the stairs, you hear him call down.

“We’ll take care of this, and then we’ll talk about the reward. In the meantime, go see Mr. Green. He’ll be more than happy to help you out with that rifle.”

And then he was gone. Once you’ve calmed down enough, you get back up, grabbing a spare can of food you found on the table. Not gonna make that mistake again. Walking back outside, you note a more heavily armed trio standing at the far end of the village, Wolf being one of them and that lanky fellow you ran past being the other. You don’t recognize the shorter one, but between the two you can guess they’re Highlander and Cheesy respectively.

You need to ask about this nickname situation, you mentally note. You find the only other stalker left in the village, sitting by the campfire.

“Are you Mr. Green?” you ask.

“Me? Hell no. You wouldn’t see that crazy old man get up for anything. He’s in the last building before the bunker, on the right with the burned out roof.”

You thank him, and continue on your way.

As you approach, you find it odd that his man is just sitting and staring into a wall. And talking to someone

“I’ll bring it back, don’t worry. You look after the boys while I’m out, I know how they like to get into trouble.”

You don’t see another person. Or a radio. This man is crazy. You guess his faded green surplus military fatigues is where he gets his name from.

>>31863331

As he turns around to greet you, you immediately realize in horror that you were wrong.

Covering his face, right underneath his skin, are bulging green veins. All over his cheeks, crisscrossing to create a spiderweb that almost completely envelops his face.

“Hello, new one. It is rude to stare, you know?” he greets.

Snapping out of it, you can’t tell this is a joke. You apologize.

“It’s okay, most people do that when they first meet me. I guess they never expected to see someone with as many wrinkles at my age, but the zone does that to you.”

Wrinkles is NOT how you would describe his pulsating, green face. You change the subject.

“Wolf said you would know something about this rifle? I found it after a small scuffle with a bandit.”

He stares at you, that same deadpan expression. As if he were a motion picture suffering from a delay, he then snaps his head downwards to look at the rifle.

“Ah Wolf, always sending the new kids to the bandits. I know he says it builds character, but we lose too many that way. Now, what have we here?”

He says, grabbing the rifle without your permission. His grip sizes and he mistakenly drops it. Again, he reacts with that momentary delay.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I don’t have quite the best control of my locomotion these days. Here, just hold it out for me.”

You comply, wondering when Wolf would return so you wouldn’t have to deal with this talking calamity.

Sliding his hand over the side the rifle, letting it rest upon the ejection port, he sighs “Ahh, this feels very familiar. I used to use one of these before, well before a lot of things. It's a Snayperskaya Vintovka Dragunova. A marksman’s rifle. Unlike traditional rifles in the west, this is meant more in an individual or squad support role. It’s ten round mag letting you put a lot of accurate shots down range before stopping, if you wind up in intensive combat."

>>31863349
"It seems to be missing its scope, and feels like it’s seen better days,” he finished.

You tell him that it’s poor condition is actually what saved you life. A delay. He laughs.

“Poor condition?” He says as he racks the bolt carrier a few times, with a complete bullet and cartridge being ejected each time, “this thing is still in functional order. It’s not running as smoothly, and a lot of the externals need fixing or replacement, but this thing could still kill in a pinch. You may have a rough time finding ammo for it this far south in the zone, though. The few stalkers that use this rifle are all up north, and so the traders that would sell them it are there too.”

“My advice?,” he continues, “is that this is worth using. It may take a while to fix up, but a weapon that can reach out and touch someone like this is a valuable asset in the wide expanse of the zone.”

The conversation was interrupted by a distant echo of a single shot.

“Anyways, stick around for a while. I could teach a kid like you a thing or two. What’s your name, anyhow?”

You give it willingly.

“No no no, you don’t use you’re actual name here, unless you’re in trusting company. We all have these odd nicknames, see? A lot of people here aren’t exactly on good terms with the law on the outside. And simply being here makes us all criminals, in a way. So you don’t tell people your name out of respect and anonymity.”

You stare blankly back at him. If your brother didn’t use his real name, this would make things a lot more difficult.

“Ah, that’s a good expression. Blank! That’s your name!”

That is not a good name. That’s not even a name. That’s the lack of a name on some forms.

File: 1335898907289.jpg (57KB, 450x337px) Image search: [Google]

57KB, 450x337px

>>31863361

You want to protest this, but Wolf finally comes back. Mr. Green greets him first

“Hey Wolf, I was just done running Blank here through the details of his rifle. Kid has promise, not everyday a stalker find a treasure like he has.”

Wolf responds, standing you up and encouraging you to follow him “yeah, he did us a solid finding that Monolith bastard in the tunnel. Anyways, I’ll take Blank here and give him something for it. I’ll catch up later, Mr. Green.”

Green simply waves, and turns back to that wall he was staring at. Walking out with Wolf, you see the lanky man back at his post, with the shorter man sitting at the fire, clutching a bandage around his neck.

“We found the man you were talking about. He didn’t put up much resistance, at first. Just sitting there, staring. Typical of most of those Monolith zealots. It wasn’t until we ripped off his mask that he became agitated.”

“ ‘Agitated?’ Agitated, you say?” You hear the shorter man pipe up, hand still on the bandage, “fucker was crazy, tried to rip out my jugular with his teeth!”

Wolf nods “after attacking Highlander here like that, we had to put him down. Someone so far lost in The Zone like that, you can’t reason with him anymore. Stalkers that lose their mind like that, can be more vicious than some of the wildlife you find here.”

Continuing to follow Wolf past the campfire, and into the basement, Wolf comments “So you’re Blank, huh? I can see how that fits. Why’d you pick it thought?”

“Mr. Green took a good look at my face, and decided it on his own self,” you respond.

Wolf, stops, and for what seems to be the first time in ages in your life, you hear a genuine, deep, and hearty laughter. He continues to do this for almost a minute, before taking off his mask to wipe tears out of his eyes.

“You’re funny, I’ll give you that.”

You continue with that now infamous expression that gained you your name

“Mr. Green didn’t look at your face. Mr. Green CAN’T look at anything. He’s been blind as long as I’ve known him”

What. How did ANY of what he did back there make sense then?

You start to wonder if this entire Zone is one big cosmic joke, a joke that you just don’t get. Or that you’re the butt of.

File: Back at rookie village.jpg (272KB, 1920x1080px) Image search: [Google]

272KB, 1920x1080px

>>31863379

[_________________]

The next week goes by quickly. With Wolf giving you tasks of clearing out mutants, and making some pocket change off of the animal parts. Sometimes he would even take you out to the railroad north, teaching you small bits about The Zone on the way. The M10 gas mask you received as a reward for finding the rouge monolith increasingly coming in handy. It even had a built in, rudimentary anomaly detector. It would emit an audio pulse once it detected a disturbance, and increase the frequency the closer you came to one of these oddities. It still took a while to figure out mentally where the location was, as it required a lot of walking around to use the beeps and mentally map out where you thought it was. But it was better than nothing, and you now felt better prepared to explore the zone.
As for the rifle, you tried your best to clean the internals. Borrowing cleaning kits from other stalkers, you managed to restore smooth functionality to the op rod, and had cleaned off the splintered debris as best you could. But you were still missing the scope, scope mount, the foregrip needed replacing, and the stock could use a serious refinishing. You took it with you, but have yet to actually use it as most mutants could be put down with your pistol, and you still only had the six rounds for the rifle.

>>31863392

Today you were once again sitting around the campfire. Cheesy, the lanky guard you’ve seen plenty of times now, was shooting the shit.

“And I swear, there was the entire crate of Vodka, untouched since the initial evacuation! We drank for days, and still have plenty left over!”

“Is that why I see you drink the same piss every time?” The shorter stalker, Highlander retorted.

“It’s not piss. If it gets you drunk, it makes you happy. Plus having a bottle for when you run out of anti-rad is always a good idea-”

Mr. Green suddenly grabs your shoulder. For someone who's blind as a bat, he can sure sneak up on you well enough.

“It’s time to go downstairs. Emission.” states Mr. Green factually.

You’re a bit confused, but stand up to follow as your fellow stalkers begin to do the same.

“Don’t ask, he always just seems to know” responds Highlander, as if you answer the question on your face. The concept of an Emission had been explained briefly to you before. A rare event where waves of destructive energy wash over the entire zone.

“They’ve been occurring with increasing frequency, the smaller ones. This far out, we don’t have to worry much. Still a good idea to get to cover,” continues Highlander.

Following Mr. Green, you feel the need to ask.

"What happens if you're caught outside?" as you descended the stairs.

Not looking back, he explained "There’s a small chance it will cook your brain."

"So, otherwise you'd be fine?" you retort, not understanding the seriousness of his words.

"No," he says as he turns around you look at you grimly, staring at you with those pale eyes, "people were not meant to survive an emission."

A chill runs down your spine, as you note the light coming from outside has shifted from a glowing green to a deathly red. Thunder begins, and you hear muffled groans from above the basement.

>>31863404

Trying to continue the small talk as the world seems to tear itself apart above, you ask the stalkers present if they know where you could get parts for this thing.

“Outside the cordon, but that would be tough. The military always perks up right after an emission, as it sends the mutants running towards the border.” Cheesy responds. How the hell did the tall bastard even fit down the stairs, you wonder?

“No, you’re best bet is a trader. Sidorovich is still out, but I doubt he would have more serious hardware like that right inside the zone,” responds Highlander.

“Go to the swamps,” he continues. “There use to be a couple of science nuts out there. Zone knows where they all disappeared to. But their armorer was said to have just about everything they needed for their firearms. If any of them are still there, you could find your parts there. If not, there’d be plenty of good salvage left in their base.”

The noise outside seems to be dying down, as you think about the proposal. You’ve been feeling confident with your outings following Wolf. And from what you’ve heard, all that’s really threatening out in the swamps is some of the boars and the occasional pool of radioactive water. You’re sure you’ll be fine.

“If you want to check it out, you should go pretty soon Blank. You wouldn’t have to worry for another month or so about an emission striking you out there, and all the wildlife will stay in their boroughs for a few days.” finishes Cheesy.

Mr Green just stares at you, somewhat grimly. You stand back up and head back outside to talk to Wolf about procuring some supplies.

File: 1477671363731.jpg (170KB, 1600x1142px) Image search: [Google]

170KB, 1600x1142px

>>31863412

[_________________]

You’re hopelessly lost. What were you thinking, that you could show up and tear apart the swamp for a secret base that not even experienced stalker knew the location of? Your boots occasionally stucking themselves in the thick, clay mud, you curse at yourself once again. It had been a day to get here, and a few days more of walking in circles. The terribly outdated map on your PDA providing no answers as your location would sometimes bounce miles in either direction. The PDA being a parting gift, but with the express warning that it really shouldn’t be relied on. Better than nothing! You thought.

Well you thought wrong.

Not making the mistake of your first excursion, your Makarov was at the ready.

The now faminial dusk telling it it was time to call it another day, you find a leaning dilapidated log that would make a good shelter sleeping under, and start unpacking your things. As you lie there, you once again being your absentminded habit of toying with the bullet on the chain around your neck.

File: The Unending Swamps.jpg (255KB, 1280x800px) Image search: [Google]

255KB, 1280x800px

>>31863421

It was nice, sleeping out here. With little lights, the vastness of the stars above you was pleasant to stare at. You would set down the useless rifle across from you, lay out the green sheet in your pack, and stare out. You were somehow never disturbed in your sleep, despite you being a incredibly light sleeper. The one thing you had on your brother was that he could never quite sneak up on you. Something that he used to your ire as you would react first, and promptly get scolded by your parents for your aggression. You think about him now. Was this what he went through? You take the weightless bullet around your neck, and hold it as high up as the chain around your neck allows it to go. Letting go you watch as it calmly sinks down, towards your chest. You find yourself repeating this action a lot as you lie and think. Was there any hope of finding him? You’re perspective has shifted a little. Maybe these glorified scrapers had something more to them. Maybe your brother had something more to him. These thoughts joined you as you went to sleep.

A light mist greeted you as you awoke. A distant growling, the sounds of a boar. You had hunted a few with Wolf back in the Cordon, so you were a bit familiar. What you were not familiar with was the rapidly disappearing mist. You grab your rifle.

And the sky turns a green. Confusion. A blowout? They weren’t supposed to occur this rapidly, according to your limited knowledge. A groan from the sky brings you to a terrible realization. You are alone in this swamp. With no shelter in sight.

You start running.

File: god_drat_little_man.gif (3MB, 480x360px) Image search: [Google]

3MB, 480x360px

>>31863439

Whew, finally. We’re all caught up now. I won’t bother to repeat the intro, but it might be useful at this point to look at it for a refresher for the next series of events. Next part will be immediately after the intro, so stay tuned!

Intro is here http://pastebin.com/fLYuCuHz

And as always, any comments/critiques would be welcome.

File: 1477751650993.png (170KB, 604x424px) Image search: [Google]

170KB, 604x424px

>>31863310
>>31863455
>posted all of this without my name

Shit.

It should be obvious who was posting it, at this point.

>>31863467
yep dont worry m8

>>31862504
>Rose can't handle scary movies
This revelation is going to haunt her.

>>31862195
>german
>black hair, brown eyes

sadly accurate

Gotta ask where is Riika v2 and ATannie? I havent seen a story about either of those 2 in a while. ATannie is at part six and Riika is at part 2.

>>31863914
annie bought a Porsche and then disappeared. Go figure

File: 1457317515567.jpg (115KB, 700x700px) Image search: [Google]

115KB, 700x700px

Heyyyy all.

We ready for some spooks?

I'm ready for some spooks.

>>31863944
?

File: 1459906397074.jpg (12KB, 640x360px) Image search: [Google]

12KB, 640x360px

[Last time.]

>Listening her ears picked up the sound of that heartbeat pulsating off in the distance.

>The woman's voice from before was singing again...she could make out the words.

"Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink behind the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa."

>She dwelled on the the gorgeous yet haunting melody, a warm feeling flushing through her body, the song becoming louder and clearer.

"Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies,
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa."

>It was coming through even clearer still...powerful and clear...

"Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa."

>She froze, the song freezing with her.

>She was the one singing it.

>She opened her mouth, letting the rest of it come from her own lips.

"Song of my soul, my voice is dead,
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa."

>A great pain suddenly shot through her chest, as if her heart was tearing itself to pieces...

>Her body breaking free of her control, dropping to her knees on the ground, gasping in pain, blood poured from her mouth, blood beginning to pour from a pinhole in the center of her chest soaking her white robe red.

>She twitched violently feeling her muscles spasm under in her death throws, her eyes rolled back into her skull, her tongue lolling out.

>She felt every agonizing detail of her organs failing before her consciousness faded into nothingness.

File: 1456382675444.jpg (45KB, 470x438px) Image search: [Google]

45KB, 470x438px

>>31864001

"GYAH!"

>She gasped again her eyes snapping wide open with a great panic, grabbing her chest desperately finding it to be perfectly dry.

>She was still walking on the path behind Bishop, trailed behind by the congregation...

>The visions...

>Morgan shivered a bit, trembling and trying to shake off the feeling of what happened.

>The sensation of being impaled from the inside out felt all too real...as if she could feel the pike that did it pushing through her torso, stretching her bones apart.

>She felt her heart stop, and the cold suffocating feeling of her body's function coming to a halt.

>And yet suddenly, as if nothing happened.

>Here she was.

>Walking.

>Just like last time...

>She looked around, still the woods having grown even thicker, so much so that branches were now brushing up against her shoulders and the antlers on top of her tiara.

>She looked into the trees, seeing shapes darting around between them...

>She had convinced herself it was her mind playing tricks, watching them shoot back and forth, but the dreadful feeling in the pit of her stomach beginning to burrow it's way back into place as she deepened her breathing, clenching her empty hands into fists, biting her lip to contain her fright.

>They walked in a perfect line for what felt like an hour, traversing deeper and deeper into to the heart of the woods, eventually approaching a massive stone building.

File: 1476644230405.jpg (526KB, 1920x1080px) Image search: [Google]

526KB, 1920x1080px

>>31864021

>The structure was old and worn, as if it had been here for hundreds of years.

>It was above ground, the moss from the forest as well as saplings and other forms of thistle and vegetation having long attempted to swallow the building and reclaim it, a hollow drone escaping from the open mouth of the entrance.

>Morgan stayed dead silent, following Bishop into the odious structure, not daring to use the light from his lantern to look around on the off chance she may see something that scars her for life.

>Her eyes stayed down at her feet as she walked, simply following after Bishop, her eyes taking in all the details of the dirt floor, emerging from the interior and back to the exterior, the inside branching open into a sort of courtyard.

>The building sprawled through the woods, shoulder high grasses and bushes of all sorts sprouting from the ground, vines wrapping themselves around the decaying brick walls.

>She looked around, taking the structure in, gorgeous archways leading back into whatever this fucking place was...definitely a relic of a time long long past.

>She could hear the sounds of swamp creatures prattling off in the distance, the low hum of frogs and creaking and crickets chirping painting the sounds of the swamp, an occasional splash here and there indicating the water isn't far away at all.

>With each faint breeze she felt she could hear the swamp grasses rubbing against each other in a faint rustle.

>She looked up finding the thick canopy of trees was no longer present above them...and likely had stopped being there for quite a while.

>Her meekness and lack of desire to move her head spurred on by the horrifying visions she was being force fed by some dark entity forced her hand...namely in the direction of acting like a chastised child, staring at her feet.

File: 1465786869365.jpg (886KB, 3264x2448px) Image search: [Google]

886KB, 3264x2448px

>>31864034

>Bishop continued to walk, ducking just a bit as he entered an archway, leading the entire group back within the bowels of the impressive and sprawling structure, Morgan emboldened just a little by her look outside.

>She dared to look around, biting her lip again as she took in gigantic driftwood erections mimicking the form of those fucking stick periapts; crossed with massive home made ropes of dried grass, so many of them in fact they lined the archways with the driftwood overhead, as well as both sides of the long hallway they were now moving down.

>Morgan stayed as quiet as a mouse, feeling the creeping sensation of cold brushing her skin, as if they were descending under ground, noting that the massive structure was in fact heading downward in a very gradual slope, and the only sounds she could hear were the footsteps of Bishop and the congregation behind her, reverberating off of the decaying brick walls.

>Looking around the passageway in morbid curiosity she took in impressive drawings of black stars lining the entire length of the walk way, detailed drawings of incredibly disturbing satanic icons and cosmic runes, all written in some language she couldn't understand.

>Staring at the odd text made her feel as if she were going mad, her mind squirming trying to comprehend what the fuck this text read, and what it all meant.

>She opted to look away from it again, turning her face straight ahead and closing her eyes, keeping her same pace, running directly into Bishop's back before long, giving him quite a jolt, to which he stayed totally silent, Turning off at a 3 way forking path and continuing along, finally emerging into a massive rectangular chamber with a very faintly vaulted ceiling, a giant hole in the top center of the ceiling, letting moonlight in.

File: 1459480852816.jpg (118KB, 800x800px) Image search: [Google]

118KB, 800x800px

>>31864055

>Bishop went about lighting a single brazier, the flames surprisingly glowing a sickly greenish blue as they washed the entire chamber in their awful light, her eyes rolling over the surfaces of the walls, and the little charms and the like hanging from the ceilings, little bits and pieces of bone suspended by string here and there.

>There was tons, of that writing that made her head hurt literally overlapping on the walls so many scriptures of it had been written, jagged spirals and sigils totally covering the surfaces.

>It was only when Bishop stepped aside that she saw it.

>Their altar.

>There was a large flat rock that seemed to naturally rise out from the ground they were standing on, totally rubbed smooth.

>It lay totally level, small ruts along the outer edges to drain...what she could only assume was blood into a large wooden bowl below.

>But what shocked her less than the fact sticky coagulated blood was on the rock formation, was what stood behind it.

>There was a massive gnarled, putrid pillar of driftwood standing no less than 10 feet tall.

>It was topped by a great moose's skull, rib cage and spine, the antlers stretching and looming out over the rock, deer's antlers transfixed onto the moose skull between it's great scoop-like horns.

>The Moose's spine stretched down, blending into the driftwood, making it seem as if it were standing on it's hind legs and looking down at her.

>Eight great 'arms' stretched off of the moose's carcass from the rib cage, making an X pattern, all made from driftwood and bone, draped with gnarled and even more grisly fetishes than she had ever seen, all of these ones made with what were unabashedly human remains.

>>31863988
i think annie has died in a car crash

File: 1457606798197.jpg (245KB, 1280x720px) Image search: [Google]

245KB, 1280x720px

>>31864080

>On four of the eight arms were tattered pale yellow tapestries, hanging down all the way to the ground of the chamber, flapping just a bit in the breeze, making the beastly monstrosity seem as if it were extending it's arms to it's side in welcome.

>Upon the twisting husk were six human skulls, 2 with their jaws still in tact, antlers belonging to another moose strung up to the center most human skull. It was suspended perfectly in the middle of the massive game animal's rib cage, a yellow dusting was thrown onto this skull in particular, the others void of any special features.

>There were two smaller skulls to the left and to the right of the prominent human skull, sitting on the driftwood 'shoulders' cocked inward toward the one in the center, about 6 inches lower than the be-horned human head.

>From these 'shoulders' two arms made of gnarled wood and bone reached out, a burnt, black, charcoal star hanging from the two appendages, hanging neatly above what she'd now deemed the 'sacrifice' table.

>Morgan blinked and shuddered just a bit, her eyes going further down the terrifying image in front of her...

>The last 3 skulls were tiny...

>Very tiny...

>She could hold the smallest of them in one of her hands and it would barely fill it...the owner couldn't have been more than six years old...these three each wearing little dried thistle tiaras.

>Each with their own tiny set of antlers.

>She let out a small gasp as the realization of what she was looking at set in, beginning to see bits and pieces of children's bones spread about this nauseating construct in front of her.

>...It etched itself into her memory permanently, burrowing itself happily into the folds of her grey matter, gladly stripping away portions of her childhood ignorance and bliss at the behest of these dead children in front of her.

File: 1457397262643.jpg (160KB, 1280x720px) Image search: [Google]

160KB, 1280x720px

>>31864096

>Morgan swallowed the urge to turn and run off, away from this place for good...never come back...The only thing keeping her from doing it is the fact she had no idea how to get back to where her Jeep is.

>And she wasn't going to run without Tula.

>As her mind landed on Tula, she turned to look for the man holding him; and after a second of looking from person to person, there he was.

>She felt a small wave of relief brush over her as she took in her rifle's shape being held still in the dancing flame.

>Bishop stood neatly, extinguishing his lantern and stepped in front of the altar, the congregation moving into position, a large man in the group, placing his hands on Morgans shoulders, holding her still in front of the altar.

>"The time has come to give honor and reverence to the Pale King and his Nine Angels." Bishop began as the congregation hummed an odd sound in response to his words.

"The Demons are, the Demons were,
and the Demons shall be again. They
came, and we are where they sleep,
and we watch for them. They shall
sleep, and we shall die, but we shall
return through them. We are their
dreams, and they shall awaken. Hail
to the ancient dreams."

>Bishop held his bone-gloved hands out to his sides as she spoke with a powerful authority, the congregation all following his verse with a line of their own.

>"I 'A ry'gzengrho."

>Bishop turned, throwing a handful of yellow dust up onto the center most human skull, coating it in a new layer.

File: 1463488202884.jpg (66KB, 670x490px) Image search: [Google]

66KB, 670x490px

>>31864130

"I call now to the unsleeping one, the
black herald, Nyarlathotep, who assureth
the bond between the living
and the dead."

>Again the congregation spoke.

>"I'a N'yra-I'yht-Otp."

>Bishop continued upon hearing their line.

"O dark one, who rideth the winds of
the Abyss and cryeth the night
gaunts between the living
and the dead, send to us the Old One
of the World of Horrors, whose word
we honor unto the end of the deathless
sleep and open unto us the pathway to Carcosa.
Hail, Nyarlathotep."

>"I'a N'yra-I'yht-Otp."

"I am that I am. Through the Angels I
speak with the hornless ones, and I
pledge anew the bond of the Demons,
through whose will this world is come
to be. Let us speak the Bond of the
Nine Angels."

>The group of them began to speak in unison, all of them matching the same tone.

"Hail, father and Pale King of the Angels,
master of the world of Yellow. We
speak the Bond of the Nine Angels
to the honor of the flutes of the
laughing one, the master of dimensions,
the herald of the barrier, and
the Goat of a Thousand Young."

>The group spoke together, powerfully this time, the words they spoke seeming to cut through Morgan like a knife.

>"V'ty'h vuy-kn el-ukh'nar ci-wragh zh'sza w'ragnh ks'zy d'syn."

"From the Second Angel is the master
who doth order the planes and the
Angels, and who hath conceived the
World of Horrors in its tenor and
glory."

>Again they spoke together, louder than before, cutting through Morgan, feeling as if someone twisted a blade in her spine.


>"V'kresn vuy-kn k'nga d'phron'g kr-a El-aka gryenn'h p'nseb uer-hga phragn uk-khron ty'h- u'krevuy-kin'e rohz."

File: 1452120380074.jpg (330KB, 1920x1080px) Image search: [Google]

330KB, 1920x1080px

>>31864151

"From the Third Angel is the messenger,
who hath created thy power to behold
the master of the World of Ho'yoy's,
who giveth to thee substance of being
and the knowledge of the Nine Angels."

>"V'huy vuy-kn zhem'nfi d'psy'h dy-tr'gyu El-aka gryenn'h f'ungnei si'n si-r'a s'alk d'hu'h-uye rohz."

>The pain grew greater and greater, enough to make her cry out, Bishop and the celebrants not stopping for a second to pay her mind.

"From the Fourth Angel is the ram of
the Sun, who brought thy selves to be,
who endureth upon the World of Horrors
and proclaimeth the time that was, the
time that is, and the time that shall be
and whose name is the brilliance of
the Nine Angels."

>"V'cvye vuy-kn kh'ren-i kyl-d zhem'n lyz-naa mnaa r'cvyev'y-kre Z' -m'h gryn-h'y d'yn'khe cyvaal'k h'y-cvy-rohz."

"From the Fifth Angel are the hornless
ones, who raise the temple of the five
trihedrons unto the Demons of creation,
whose seal is at once four and five and
nine."

>"V uar'n vuy-kn fha'gn Z' -m'h ki-4yus 4yn- n'ash cvy-knu ukr'nh-----"

>The room fell silent as Morgan felt herself go limp, the pain ripping through her body enough to cause her to faint, the ritual continuing as she fell from consciousness, hearing only the muffled voices reverberate off the brick walls until the blackness overtook her.

File: 1457127937229.jpg (53KB, 564x779px) Image search: [Google]

53KB, 564x779px

>>31864181

>A sudden splash of cold liquid was promptly splashed upon Morgans face as she was hoisted to her feet, up and off of her knees, slowly regaining her sensibilities as she realized what had happened, the Congregation guiding her forward firmly to a man kneeling in front of the altar.

>Morgan froze as he looked at him, his eyes locked to her.

>He recognized her.

>She recognized him.

>He was another officer from the department she reported to...he looked like he'd been malnourished and beaten for weeks upon weeks...

>He likely came to investigate with his partner...when they were caught...

>He squirmed against his restraints, trying to get free upon seeing what they'd done to her...

>She looked down at herself, noting the fear in his eyes...the cold liquid she had been splashed with, was thick, sticky.

>It was blood.

>It was soaking her face and robes, drenching her, wetting her hair.

>Morgan panicked, immediately beginning to rub and wipe her face clean frantically, trying to get the blood off of her, the officer on his knees in front of her only groaning, as if he couldn't talk.

>She looked closer, pausing her fit...

>His lips had been sewn shut with that thick twine, the backs of his legs were covered in dried blood and dirty bandages...his tendons had been cut, his legs not working properly.

>Bishop spoke above everything once he saw Morgan was capable of continuing.

>"We lay upon thee now, future Disciple, the sacrifice that must be given to our father."

>He approaches her, holding a long ceremonial blade in both of his gauntleted hands, stopping directly in front of Morgan, clearly wanting her to use it to secure the kill.

>"Use me."

>A Russian accented voice rang through her head...she was sure it was her head, and not actually spoken due to the lack of echo, and the lack of reaction from the ritual party.

File: 1452578442079.jpg (700KB, 2208x1566px) Image search: [Google]

700KB, 2208x1566px

>>31864203

>She shook her head just a little, staring at the knife, sputtering out a word suddenly.

"R-Rifle!...ca..can I use my...rifle..."

>It was the first thing that came to her mind, she looked up at Bishop, she was clearly shaken, watching him straighten his back a little in contemplation.

>"...Unorthodox...But I shall allow it. Sacrifice is thusly given, by knife or by bullet. Bring the rifle."

>The man holding Tula quickly scurried over, being lifted by Bishop and placed into Morgan's hands.

>She held Tula shakily, his voice erupting into her mind again.

>"Aim me..."

>She whined, very slowly turning the muzzle of the rifle to the cop sitting on his knees pathetically in front of her, closing her eyes, feeling her heart-rate speed up violently.

>She knew what was going to happen...

>She braced, the cop before her struggled harder and harder, screaming behind his permanently sealed lips.

>"I'm sorry, Morgan."

>Tula spoke to her again directly in her mind, his voice was low and sorrowful.

>She whimpered, the small sound reverberating off the walls over the silent party and screaming officer.

BANGBANGBANGBANG

>Tula fired.

>Four shell casings dropped to the floor, jingling on the stone as they rolled and came to a halt.

>She knew she didn't touch the trigger...her right hand was wrapped firmly around the pistol grip, her index finger tucked under the trigger guard...

>Tula fired for her...

>To spare her...

http://pastebin.com/QYxLhCpa

you thought i wouldnt notice.

also my all bins will be up to date with current thread roughly 20 minutes after this post.

File: 1447653699004.jpg (352KB, 1600x917px) Image search: [Google]

352KB, 1600x917px

>>31864221

>He went and stayed silent as she let out a small sound of distress, her mouth hanging open in pain as she stared at the dead cop in front of her, twisted up on his side from the bullets that tore through his chest.

"A....h.nnh..uhn......"

>She slowly began to weep, tears running down her cheeks, dripping onto Tula as she held him.

>She sniffed sharply, her knees growing weak, struggling to stand...she fell to them, turning Tula muzzle up....she hugged him close to her body, her chin resting on his magazine as she lost her composure completely, her tears beginning to flow like a faucet.

>Her body shook with grief as she burned the sight of the officer laying dead into her mind, tuning out everything else...

>They continued the ritual as if she weren't crying there in the middle of the floor, eventually finishing it and extinguishing the flames.

>She jolted to her feet suddenly, taking off...

>She ran.

>She ran and she ran...

>Going deeper into the massive bunker, crossing ghastly machinations, sprinting past what she registered as lines upon lines of corpses wrapped in linen.

>The fabric was stained a blackish brown as the bodies had decomposed...

>And atop each of their heads...

>Was a horned Tiara.

>She screamed and grabbed the crown off of her head, throwing it to the ground and continued to run, slowing to a jog, she dropped Tula, whom caught himself mid-air, transitioning to his human shape.

>He stood, watching her struggle, fighting savagely against the bloody robe on her body, ripping it free, revealing her to be only in her underwear beneath it...She fought and flailed, getting tangled in a few of the stick fetishes hanging from the ceiling of the building.

>Tula approached and placed his hands on her shoulders firmly, stopping her from causing more harm to herself, reaching up and removing the rope she had gotten tangled in.

File: IMG_0420.jpg (49KB, 358x500px) Image search: [Google]

49KB, 358x500px

>>31863216
I highly recommend it. Work your way up to the gore though. You can't just start out any ol' church-going girl on Penny Dreadful.

>>31863591
Ichiyon detected

>>31863858
>implying black hair and brown eyes are a bad thing

Light My Fire (PTR/HK) cont.

>the little girl latches to me like a leech
>i have to fight to keep her from climbing up on my head
>Judith laughs, and I chuckle
>For the remainder of the movie, Rose secured to arm and shoulder as tight as a facehugger
>roll credits, and it's time for bed
>any movie with an explosion AND a pair of panties is good one in my book
>I'm exhausted
>Rose... probably won't sleep for a week after the ventilation scene
>"I can't believe you call that a 'classic,'" the little carbine pouts
>Rose giggles quietly as I reply, "It's one of the greatest"
>"no way, pork pouch."
>she begrudgingly takes up her post behind the door and the light goes out
>I lay down and nestle my head on my comfortable pillow
>stretch and yawn
>about to get comfortable when I feel weight transfer in the mattress
>Judith is crawling up under the covers
>our bodies meet
>she whispers, "I vant to be a little spoon"
>her hips push back into my lap
>I grind mine back against her's
>our legs tangle
>and i wrap my arms around her pale shoulders
>long, thick black hair graces my face
>my left arm that's over her shoulder is hugged to her breast
>her crest slowly rises and falls
>her breathing syncs up with mine
>"gute nacht..." Judith whispers
>her body is so soft and warm, sleep takes me quickly
>I hope this never ends

File: 1451445700291.jpg (338KB, 1005x499px) Image search: [Google]

338KB, 1005x499px

>>31864266

>Once she was free he pulled her into a hug as she immediately raged against him, swinging and kicking, pounding, hitting him as hard as she could, eliciting no response from the man that held her still, feeling his hug deepen just a little bit.

>The intensity of her punches and kicks died down slowly, going from strikes to weak paws, squeezing his shirt as she dug her face into his chest, screaming as loud as she could.

>He held her silently.

>"I'm sorry..."

>Was all he said, feeling her cry, tears flooding her cheeks as she sobbed, her whole body bouncing with the immense grief she felt.

>She kept screaming over and over again, as if the sight broke her...

>Tula tipped her head back, gently placing his lips against hers, kissing her gently.

>It was the only thing he could think to do, the surprise of the feeling stopping her cold, her mind racing at a million miles a second.

>Tula took off his large thermal shirt, draping it over her mostly naked body, exposing himself to the elements, lifting her into his arms and beginning to carry the crying cop out of the brick building.

File: 1456610516491.jpg (541KB, 699x992px) Image search: [Google]

541KB, 699x992px

>>31864301

And that's all for right now!

I'll have a little continuation later tonight, but I've got some things to take care of.

See ya guys in a few hours, and do tell me what you thought <3

Happy spookyween~

>>31863235
"dont worry about binning it"

too late motherfucker.

http://pastebin.com/PY14dtLs>>31864221

>>31864221
you're story is creepy and manages to be endearing. you are a terrifying woman fal.

>>31864316
That's some top-tier spooks.

File: IMG_0102.jpg (52KB, 677x340px) Image search: [Google]

52KB, 677x340px

>>31864316
Great spoops for spoopy day! I'm so out, I hadn't realized that I interrupted you. Sorry about that...
The one thing I didn't like was that Tula fired himself. I don't like this because
>implied implications
But for dramatic effect, it worked well!
I didn't mean to interrupt though
>s-sorry...

>>31864367
I feel like I've given enough hints that Tula isn't what he seems~

I'll let you put that together as you will~

Also don't worry! it's fine~

>>31864088
Wait when in part six they were just at the range?

>>31864380
>plenty of hints
Sometimes, I will intentionally ignore foreshadowing just to make a movie or a book more intense. When I'm finished, I'll go back through it from the beginning and enjoy all the little nuances along the way.

>put that together as you will~
But I'll do it wrong

>it's fine~
So you won't kill me?

>>31864475
never assume mama fal won't kill you. that is an unsafe thing to assume.

>>31864504
With the amount I'm drinking tonight, she might not have to.

>>31864380
If I knew any sort of lore pertaining to the Old Ones and Lovecraftian horrors, then sure.

But I don't, so I'm as clueless as an early twenties guy who can't pick up on the hints that a girl is into him.
Shit, now I'm meta posting....

>>31862195
Comedy idea for rose:
> get the group drunk until rose passes out.
>Duct tape her to wall or cieling till morning
>Wake up.in the morning puke by where rose is.
>Comfort rose in the aftermath

>>31864380
>lovecraftian horror done well
Welp I'm sleeping with my back to a corner and my rifle in my arms.

File: 14800955_1292742817411258_918114444_n.gif (3MB, 480x360px) Image search: [Google]

3MB, 480x360px

>>31862230
Gee anon, your base commander lets you have a Jagdtiger AND an IS-3?

>mfw anon has a harem of tank girls
>mfw he technically owns two heavy armored vehicles
>mfw I have no face

>>31862230
need moar

File: IMG_0211.jpg (58KB, 500x500px) Image search: [Google]

58KB, 500x500px

>>31864628
"One. I can handle my liquor. Two. I'm not stupid. If Anon tried that, I'd rip his balls off!
"Do any of you other coffin-stuffers have any more ideas for your amusem- WAIT! HEY! PUT ME DOWN!"

"Ve are sorry, but nein spoilers can be given avay at zhis time. Ve appreciate all of your feedback and ja, some ideas zhat appear in zhe story are inspired from zhe banter right here in zhese threads. For example, Fluffy's name vas used to describe Ripley's hair in zhe movie. Zhis ist our vay of showing our appreciation to zhe rest of zhis family."
-<3 Judith

FALfag asked me to unfuck my formatting, but I'm pasting from a Word document so eat my ass.

They had reached the hills to the west, which marked the border of French territory. In the distance the hills loomed above the flood plain. Nichols hadn't been doing well since the attack earlier that day. He looked to his right and saw Emily smiling at him from the opposite seat. He looked away for a moment, then looked back, and she was gone.
The rover came to a stop.
"Alright lad, this is as far as we go. We'll be seein' you."
He spoke up. "Fletcher, tell me, where did you guys get the 5.56 ammo and American Deuce and a Halves?"
Fletcher sighed and there was a long pause. "Times have changed, laddie. I'm not expectin' you to understand."
Nichols seemed to contemplate this for a moment. He met Fletcher's gaze in the rearview mirror.
"You're a good man, Fletcher."
"And you, lad."
Nichols blew Fletcher's brains out onto the windshield of the rover with his 1911. He then turned the gun and shot the large black trooper. He tied Fletcher's L1A1 to his rucksack, tucking his magazines into the outer pockets. He took the jerry can from the rear of the vehicle and doused it in gasoline before setting it alight. He lit a cigarette and began the walk west towards Ramstein once more.

>>31865011
He walked until dark. He attempted to rest in the back of a wrecked sedan. Sleep came, eventually. After a few hours, he rose once again and continued his walk west. Jackson appeared later, her eyes (now eye, the other having been replaced by an empty socket) sympathetic.
/I'm sorry, Bryan. I wish things could have been different./
He didn't respond to her. She fell out of his field of vision. Next was grandmother. She looked at Nichols and wept for a while before she too disappeared. Then the old man. He chuckled and patted Nichols on the back, his pipe hanging from his palid lips. He seemed to shift in the sunlight, and at once was a charred, shrapnel pocked corpse, still grinning, his clothes, flesh, and pipe smouldering. He too went away, and this time it was Emily. She took Nichols' hand, her warm touch sending cold chills up Nichols' back. She walked next to him for a long, long while, her eyes two crystal blue pools when he had the nerve to meet them. Never would she appear as the others did, marked with death and decay. He would always see her in that moment, where the blast from the shell made it look as if the sun itself had pulled her up into the sky, as if Heaven were reclaiming a missing angel. Her strawberry blonde hair blew around her in the wind of the valley the highway ran through. At once, Nichols blinked and she was gone.

>>31865032
He was lonely. He hadn't realized it until now. He stopped for food and a cigarette. He sat down and saw the handle of a revolver protruding from his cargo pocket. He took Jackson's .38, checked the cylinder, cocked the hammer, and put the barrel in his mouth. He squeezed the trigger - or rather, he tried to. Try as he might, his finger wouldn't move any further. He lowered the gun and sat upon the guard rail and found himself weeping again. Alone in the valley, he shouted her name. Over and over again, until his throat was too hoarse to continue. He rose and continued walking, his mind focused only on the road ahead.
He walked through nightfall until just before daybreak before he collapsed in the middle of the deserted highway. He lay there for an hour or more, just outside of Kaiserslautern. A subtle noise from his rucksack came to his ears. It took a moment for it to register that his geiger counter was ticking furiously. His eyes snapped open and he donned his gas mask. He looked around the hillside where the highway slowly descended into Kaiserslautern and Ramstein to see the trees scorched, the city beyond ruined. In the distance, the orange glow of a massive fire was evident on the clouds. He rose and hurried back up the highway until the geiger counter showed only normal background radiation. He removed the mask and looked back west, where the glow of the inferno began to diminish beneath the rising sun before being replaced by a black cloud of smoke blowing to the northwest. He hadn't been close enough to be seriously effected by fallout, in large part due to the hills, which would serve as a barrier against the hurricane force winds after the blast that spread radioactive debris for miles. He took two of the anti-radiation pills and another cigarette.

>>31865046
He pondered the situation. The entire area west of the hills was inaccessible. There was no way to safely pass into France that way, even if he would be granted passage. He didn't think there was any point of going through the trouble of covertly entering France and trying to avoid the authorities until he could find a way home when he could just go south into Switzerland or Italy. To his east were the Germans, who by now had surely overtaken the British encampment and were headed towards him. He could go south into France, but from what the Brits had said, they weren't too receptive to visitors. They would likely have border security tightened down to prevent communist infiltrators - much like the Rhinos were trying to do. He could skirt the border and go into Switzerland. The Swiss, although xenophobic, were a country of neutrality. They would likely still have the lights on, and possibly a way to contact either the Army or someone from home. He wondered if he could trade an MRE for a long distance phone call.
After a moment, he began walking back east, before turning south down route 48. He silently cursed himself for burning the land rover instead of cleaning the brain matter and blood off of the windshield, dumping the two bodies, and driving off into the nuclear sunset.

File: 1273807046688.jpg (1MB, 1920x1200px) Image search: [Google]

1MB, 1920x1200px

I might make a thread as this really isn't writing, but moreso creative, I wanted to customize a Mobile Suit I'm going to be building and I'm trying to figure out the best weapon loadout for a Mobile Suit primarily designed for desert combat.

The regions they were deployed in were mostly desert and mountain-type areas similar to Arizona. The suit invests a lot in protecting from sand, and keeping itself cool, but its also incredibly agile and is faster then the average Mobile Suit.

Working off this knowledge what would you equip it with? I was thinking of keeping a Desert Raider type of look and using a Spear/Shield with some shoulder mounted rockets, but I feel like I'm missing something or not really utilizing its environment enough.

Would acting as a kind of skirmisher be more effective? Engaging with long range weaponry and using its mobility to its advantage to try and wound an opposing Mobile Suit and let the sand/heat grind down the machine before moving in for the kill?

>>31864991
>Do any of you other coffin-stuffers
So Rose, when are you going full HK-47 and calling us meatbags?

>>31865086
"Rose ist in time-out right now. Anon has put her in zhe pelican case. If she does not learn from her behavior, I'm sure zhat more name calling ist a certainty."

aai anon here
happy Halloween you fucks
i'm not feeling too spicy, but i'm not gonna die
keep on fighting the good fight you crazy fuckers

>>31865052
The hills were dark. Usually, some ambient light bled through the overcast skies, allowing one to be able to see reasonably well after their eyes adjusted to the darkness. Here, the hills cast a perpetual shadow upon the empty roadways. Nichols travelled at night and slept for most of the day. He began to talk to the road, the trees, the cars and corpses he passed, and after a while, they began to talk back.
Alone in this alien world of desolation, the whole gang was there. Emily would walk with him from time-to-time, his left hand in hers, his right hand wrapped around the pistol grip of his M16. She seemed to glow, illuminating the roadway of Route 48. Her long auburn-gold hair blew in the wind of the valley. Jackson sang her church songs, for the most part appearing as she did when she lived. Occasionally, when a natural light source was available, the beams would reveal her to be near-transparent, below her shapely dark features a grinning skull rolling with maggots. Benjamin and the old man walked together in a way reminscent of a grandfather and grandson team of hunters, their limbs hanging from their bodies by tendons, some absent entirely. Ahead, still the group walking in staggered column, as always. The two men he killed in the bunker, McDonald, the little hispanic woman soldier. The Seabees as well. The East Germans and the Brits followed them. They passed by the bikers, who nodded and raised bottles of beer in salute. All bore the wounds of their deaths, save Emily.

File: All smiles.jpg (53KB, 500x500px) Image search: [Google]

53KB, 500x500px

>Wish I could write a Halloween short
>Presentation today, and exams tomorrow
Suffering

>>31865405
The group crested a hill overlooking a valley to the east, where the sun was beginning to crest the horizon. A castle sat proudly on a hillside, below it one of the countless small villages dotting the German countryside. Beyond the castle and the little village, the valley ended in two hills, and barely visible beyond that, the Upperrhine plain stretched into the distance. The sun showed its bloodied face over the hills and Nichols' escort disappeared, the broken and bleeding forms eclipsed and swallowed under the rays of light. The last glimpse of the apparitions he got was a motorcycle speeding ahead of the column in a roar of engine noise, the rider's Stahlhelm silhouetted before disappearing into the light.
From what Nichols had seen, the area he was in was essentially a no-man's land, a de facto demilitarized zone. He had not seen another living soul - although he had definitely seen quite a few souls - for miles. He felt that he could sleep safely within the small village. There was no sense lying exposed to the elements in a wet drainage culvert.


All I'm gonna post for now. This is the creepiest part of this work in my opinion. Being alone in the hills of the Black Forest with the apparitions of everyone you've ever seen die following you.

>tfw no qt ghost Fraulein waifu

New Viktoria if any of you bastards have actually been bothering to follow along.

>"Hey. Let's go grab a bite to eat" I say, lightly poking her just above her navel

>She laughs and curls up a around my arm before looking up at me again, a stupid grin on her face

>"You know I'll eat till you're broke, right?" She jokes

>"Sure do. Thankfully the place we're going is all you can eat."

>"Wait, that's actually a thing? They never had those where I'm from."

>"Ah, I forgot you're a fun-hating european" " I say smugly

>"Hey screw you. I have fun. Just my idea of fun is a bit different from yours."

>"So what's your idea of fun then?"

>"Killing Bosniaks."

>"That's somewhat morbid."

>"Don't pretend you don't love me though~"

>"Yeah, I guess you're kinda cute" I say with a grin

>"Aww, you think I'm cute!" She squeaks with excitement as she stands up and plops back down in my lap

>Her tail begins to wave quickly as if she's up to something. Suddenly she begins leaning back, pressing me into the couch

>"V...what are you doing?"

>"You said I'm cute. I just want to see if you really meant it~" She says with a giggle

>>31864991
>nein spoilers
Point deduction, m8. It's keine. See me after class.

>>31865085
Give it a Henry Martini style falling block artillery cannon. True desert raider right there.

File: IMG_4226.jpg (259KB, 848x1200px) Image search: [Google]

259KB, 848x1200px

>>31865720
"B-but I yam better at math and science zhan language..."

>>31865846
>HK bolt
>Shitty german skills
>Doesn't even have a gas chamber
And you call yourself a german.

>>31865572
I've been thoroughly enjoying it.

>>31865855
Easy. Looks like I'm not the only who's hammered tonight.
>no gas chamber
That just means Judith is incapable of farting.

>>31865572
I like it. But careful with hungry tiger lady, she may get too thick in the wrong way.

File: IMG_8749.jpg (65KB, 451x266px) Image search: [Google]

65KB, 451x266px

>>31865572
I have sort of a love/hate relationship with the RPK, but her banter and food consumption is god-tier.

File: ayy.jpg (9KB, 200x200px) Image search: [Google]

9KB, 200x200px

yo there is a secret storie find it if you can, i leaved parts of the links on others persons stories and folders. good hunt

>>31864440
No, i mean actual namefag ATannie. He bought a cheap porsche, and the just went black. I fear he might have crashed

File: IMG_0317.jpg (31KB, 356x200px) Image search: [Google]

31KB, 356x200px

>>31866331
Lets not panic. I'm sure it's just some minor extenuating circumstances.

File: 84788090572d046b7f3f490cc51d2ccb.jpg (207KB, 948x1422px) Image search: [Google]

207KB, 948x1422px

>>31866299
well that's just mean :^)

>>31865572

>Oh nonononono. This isn't good.

>She arches her back and lifts her shirt up, her breasts falling out one after the other.

>She looks over her shoulder at me, tilting her head and smiling mischievously. She lifts her scantly clad rear and puts it directly on my crotch

>Almost immediately she starts grinding, giggling, obviously getting some enjoyment out of trying to solicit a natural reaction from me

>Not long after she gets what she wants. Putting slightly more weight on me she confirms her suspicions.

>She blushes and puts her hands on her cheeks before beginning to laugh amusedly. "So you really do think I'm cute!"

>This fucking rifle I swear

>All the sudden, her mood changes and she gets a deviant look in her eye

>Dammit V don't you do it.

>She crawls her way up my chest, her tail swaying rhythmically.

>She wraps her arms around my neck, craning her head around and putting her mouth against my ear

>"Don't forget anon...I'm yours forever." Her breath is hot in my ear. "Since you're my owner...I want you to...use me." She purrs, emphasizing the last two words

>"Oh god she's trying to fuck whatdoidowhatdoidowhatdoido" I think to myself

>Suddenly I have an idea. Using my leg, I push the coffee cup off of the table. As it breaks I yell, "Shit! RIFLE FORM NOW!"

>Her head darts to the door, and In an instant she transforms back into her true form, the LMG appearing perfectly in my hands, albeit missing the dust cover, handguard, and a magazine.

>Ha. It totally worked.

>Reaching down onto the table I grab the dust cover and slide it back on in one swift motion. The lower handguard soon follows.

>I can practically feel her rifle form shaking in anger.

>"Sorry V, I just can't be doing this sort of thing so soon. Give it some time."

>>31866547
BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Brilliant!

File: IMG_0406.jpg (179KB, 1280x720px) Image search: [Google]

179KB, 1280x720px

>>31866547
And now for a cold shower...

if you think this is a joke >>31866299
>here is the first part
http://pastebin.com/8xqpmekk

[It's 5AM, but i am nothing if not tenacious]

Just as you are halfway in moving the second idler, a group of people approach the vehicle. Judging by their clothes, they were tankers or mechanics


‘Are we interrupting anything here?’


A somewhat young man, scrawny facial hair and tired eyes speaks up. Then again, you’re no old man either.


>A bit of track tensioning if anything, but that’s no problem, anything on your mind?
‘Yeah, there was a smaller skirmish some hours ago, and two of the tanks are bogged down in mud, and we figured… Well, this thing has the biggest engine here”
>I think it sounds like you need a tow truck and not a Jagdpanzer
‘We tried that, Miss, but no tow truck here has 1800 horsepower’
>Okay, you have me intrigued, how do you know about the engine specs?
‘Well, i just assumed you are running the baddest version of the LAMES you could get your hands on’


LAMES is an abbreviation for “LArge Modular Engine System”. It was developed by contract of the army, so they can have one piston engine to use for most vehicles , and simply logistics. It is modular, so some parts can be shared differently configured engines. It can be configured in several different ways with different blocks, ranging from inline 2 cylinder units powering generators and such to the twin turbocharged flagship V12 mounted in the Jagdtiger.


>Well, yeah. We do
‘Never seen a vehicle with the Turbo V-12 before, but i kinda guessed you have it by the sound it made. So i figured, if someone can pull those tanks free, you could’
>Well, we are running very low on ammunition, so if this is gonna happen, i count on being protected
‘We can do that. When are you ready to go?’
>Ten minutes, don’t make us wait

[Oh yeah, my name]

Lily hops into the vehicle, and calls the crew from the radio, telling them to get ready with haste. After that, she down from the superstructure, and then down to ground level and gives you a hand with the large tool, and moving the idler wheel.


>Exiting, huh?
“As you said, our ammunition is Limited to two rounds of AP for the main guns”
>That is why we have a 20 mm rifle and heavy MG on the roof. And i’m sure there is someone here that knows how a KPV works...
¤ I do!
“well, alright then”


Eight minutes later, the crew is assembled and in the vehicle. You sit with Natalya on top, and while she is inspecting the large gun you are helping the driver navigating the heavy vehicle out of the base. Three vehicles are waiting for you there, all M4 variants. Two with welded hulls, one with the early VVSS suspension and one with the later HVSS variant. There was also one early variant with a cast hull, easily recognizable by its rounded shape. All armed with 3 inch guns and a large MG on top. Some quick words on the radio, and the radio operator in the front of the vehicle relays orders to the other tanks. One M4 to take the lead, followed by the Jagdtiger, with two trailing after. The radioman informs you that there is going to be an 15 mile drive, meaning 45 minutes at 20 mph. You sit with Natalya on the roof and relax a little as your diver just follows the M4 up front

¤ How bad is the ammunition supply?
“You heard? Well, we are down to two rounds, AP both of them”
¤ maybe it is not a great idea to ride into battle with two rounds
“Well, they are only really needed for the Class 4s. The 76mm guns on those tanks will make mincemeat out of any class 3s, hell, even this rifle might hurt them if it gets close. You pat the Lathi a few times.
¤ And if there are several large ones?
“Well, this isn’t a combat mission anyway. We are just a glorified tow truck now anyway”
¤ The fools care little for how you plan your day
“I don’t think we should worry. We have four tanks, and an additional two when we get there”
¤ I hope i will have your optimism one day
“Well, war is going to be over at some point, and i’ll try to keep everyone alive. And if not, i’ve heard Valhalla is pretty great”


A hatch pop opens to your left side


>You mention Valhalla again and i will tie you to a chair
“You have been listening?”
>...A little
“Good, then you know what we were talking about. See, Nat, we have some plans for when all of this is over. Do you?”


Natalya stares towards the horizon. She isn’t really looking at it, but it just happened to be the thing her eyes pointed at. She sighs heavily


¤ No. Now, there is only the war, This is our world. They came here with force. And we must show them force. It is the only thing i have knows. Unlike you Lily, i am serving a purpose for the first time in my life now. I am useful. And i have to keep my head clear
>Natalya. If you still think like that when the war ends, what comes after will be much worse than all of this is. I care for you. But you must find something to long for. When we get back, i'll help you with that

>>31867015
>Valhalla
witness me

File: eJwNzNsRgyAQAMBeKACO4-XZDcKJZjQwgF-Z9J5sAfsRT7_EKo4521iVyudItWc5Zu2xsCy1lotjO4dM9VZxzpiOm99zKDREGtBZdMYFBPIKLXhNJqCxOjhHYNWyBQL22sPO3vG-IEI0vFHIgP9AvloR3x-NqCgv.jpg (13KB, 236x208px) Image search: [Google]

13KB, 236x208px

>>31866547

File: 14650499_354466428229877_5606956994433183830_n.jpg (14KB, 250x250px) Image search: [Google]

14KB, 250x250px

>>31866547
Nice save by anon.

>>31867015

>Valhalla
WITNESSED!

File: f24afb357ec091c8caeaece64084a4be.jpg (51KB, 719x393px) Image search: [Google]

51KB, 719x393px

sleep is overrated. I will get back to writing

File: 1432603768190.jpg (21KB, 271x400px) Image search: [Google]

21KB, 271x400px

I got an idea for a short to take a break from long term stories. You guys might like it. Hopefully I can get to it tonight.

>>31798755

>As you arrive in your destination & pull off the road & on an empty lot that happens to be right next to your childhood home you notice that not only are there lights on in the house, but there's someone inside.
>After quickly notifying your team leader that you are going to check the house you & the lance corporal sprint towards the house & start going around it, you relax a bit after seeing your mother's car in the driveway.
>You signal to the lance corporal to be at ease as you walk to the front door & knock on the door as you can't remember the doorbell having worked in years.
>After waiting for a moment you try the door handle and, finding the door unlocked, you enter.
>"Ciao! Anyone here?" you greet in your family's usual manner as you walk past your old room & into the view from kitchen and living room, you see your mother and step-father in the kitchen, in the middle of packing things.
>"Anon? What are you doing here?" you mother exclaims as she rushes to hug you,
>"I could ask you the same, this area should have been evacuated already" you say as you pet your mother's two cats who have come to greet you.
>"We are just about to leave, now why are *you* here?" your step-father replies with his own question.
>"I couldn't tell you even if I knew, where are you going from here?" you ask.
>"Your sister's place for now" you mother says.
>"Impossible, the highway from here towards her town is closed to civilian traffic" you reply, no point hiding the fact as this has been more or less public knowledge ever since those "Frogfoots" were shot down.
>"We know, we are taking the longer route" your step-father says with his usual "I know everything there is to know & then some" -tone.
>"In that case you should just keep driving away from this area, I'll call Tanja & tell her to do the same because that town isn't any safer than this neighborhood" you say, hoping that your step-father'll listen to reason for once.
>"How would you know?" he demands.

File: 25eed394c534bb43b534673853d2d51d.jpg (400KB, 1000x1000px) Image search: [Google]

400KB, 1000x1000px

>>31869021
FDF ahoy!

>>31869021

>"Which one of us has been part of the Local Defence troops for the last four years, training for this exact scenario the whole time?" you ask him, irritated at this 60-something who has never agreed on anything you say & has never admitted having been wrong about anything.
>"Stop it you two, if Anon says going to Tanja's place is too dangerous, then we'll go somewhere else, end of discussion!" your mother exclaims before continuing in a much calmer manner:
>"Since you are here we'll leave the power on & some food in the freezer and the fridge, we'll be taking Beast and Rascal with us though" she says. Beast and Rascal are the names of your mother's cats, or your younger siblings as she calls them.
>"Thanks, not sure if we'll be using the house, but the option is more than welcome" you say as you and the lance corporal help your mother and step-father with packing.
>"Bye now & stay safe!" you mother says as she hugs you before stepping in the car, as they drive away your team leader appears, asking what all that was about.
>"My mother and my step-father were still packing" you explain.
>"You mean this is your mother's house?"
>"Yes, she said she's leaving the power on & that she left some food behind for us, meaning this house is now available for the company to use" you reply. There's just enough room for maybe a squad in the house, or alternatively it could serve as a command post, though both of those would be difficult to hide from enemy satellites, but that's for the brass to decide, the option is available should they choose to make use of it...

>>31869106
>As you are about to return to the vehicle your mother's next-door neighbors come out, it seems the area really had started way too late for comfort, upon seeing you the master of the house rushes to you, saying:
>"Good to see you, I take it you are going to stay here for the time being?"
>"Who knows, the very least we probably aren't going to move out tonight" you reply, it's not that you don't trust the neighbors (actually you dislike this man, but you don't have a real reason to be suspicious of him-), but it's best to reveal as little as possible just in case.
>"I have left the door unlocked, feel free to use our house, I'll show you where to find the spare key should you need it" he says as he gestures you to follow him to where the spare key is hidden before shaking your hand, going to their car and driving away.
>"So we have *two* houses at our disposal" you state just as you see a car driving off the drive way of the next house over & A running towards you from the front yard of the house in question.
>"That house over there belongs to a cop, his family just left & they entrusted me with the spare key to their house" A explains.
>"So, three houses at our disposal" your team leader says before continuing
>"I wonder if every family still here is going to hand over a spare key to us so that we can use their houses while they are away."
>"Possibly, after all if this is going to become a battlefield it's probably better to give us the keys so that we won't have to break down the doors should we need to enter the houses" you say, though you are still surprised by how easily people are entrusting you with the keys to their homes.
>Just as you are wondering who else is still there you see your childhood friend's dad's car stopping in front of the driveway & a middle-aged lowering the side window.
>"Soldiers! If you need it, number 10's key is..." he shouts as you finish his sentence
>"...In the same place it has been for the last 20 years, right?"

>>31869284
*it seems the evacuation of the area

Two days in the invasion, and no development could be seen for the characters.

Serial 1, signing on.

Amelia and Bill are walking about the room, the two picking up things in curiosity before putting them back on where they assume are supposed to be.

>"It would have been a nice house if not for the giant hole on the roof. It's entirely yours, right Anon?"
Bill asks with an inquisitive tone.

>Nah, not really, I live with Mom and Pop here. Not freeloading though, I pay for the utilities by getting on odd jobs.

He nods his head as if to approve.

>Come on, no time for hawking around, follow me.

You opened the door to a tiny room. It has several cabinets whose contents have been strewn about on the floor, while a single bed occupied the corner. Underneath it was a drawer that has been emptied and left open.

You put your hand in the open drawer and began to grope around on the gap. A lever found itself in your hand, and so you tug it, allowing you to pull out the drawer compartment entirely free. A peek inside reveals what appears to be a dark room.

You were the first to crawl in, feeling around in the dark so as to actuate a switch for the light. It's lever snags on your finger, turning on a single bulb that hung on the ceiling of the room, giving the room a white glow. A myriad of tools hung from the wall opposite the little entryway.

Now recognizing the room, Amelia immediately creeps inside.

>Come on in to my humble estate, Bill. It's much more comfortable here than there!

He kneeled down, looked around, and seeing that it is indeed safe, follows suit.

>>31869344
Dust has already formed a layer around the various wrenches, pliers and screwdrivers that lay about on the worktable. A mini-mill sat near the edge, cobwebs veiling it as it was unused for some time.

>Sorry about the mess, I am not really that much of an organized person
You say as you move aside various things on the table as if to make some room.

>"Anon, that's an AK receiver, right?"
Bill points out with his small hand a piece of bent metal with holes on it.

>Yes, it is. It should be Serial 2-1 if completed. Here, meet the rest of the gang.

You unlatch the cover of a plastic box, revealing assorted receivers of various types and states of completion.

>Just things I do to pass the time. Serial 1 is the only one that got completed.

As soon she hears her other name, she turns to you with a face of disapproval.

>Oh sorry, mean Ameli...

She then displays a somewhat smug face to remind you of something.

>...Mel, yeah, just Mel.

She smiles as if in approval then heads out to plop on the bunk bed that nestle on the far left corner of the room.

You check out a panel with various lights and switches on it, a digital voltage gauge reading out at 24.7 volts. As you have guessed, electrical utility has been cut from the area. The bunker has it's own battery backup just to provide lighting. A miniature generator should be used to power the tools.

You flick on a toggle switch with a taped on label that reads "Ventilation". The light whir of a fan then filled the tiny room.

>>31869346
It has been an hour and lunch went on without incident, the three of you content from what you dug up from the pantry, namely cans of tuna and a packet of rice that you cooked in a converted rice cooker. Amelia was mindful of the old Dell she has taken for herself, having it charging on a power supply before she went off to take a nap on your bunk bed.

Bill immediately takes notice of the radio that laid on the table.
>"Does this still work?"

You grab it off the surface so as to check the batteries on the rear hatch before turning it on. Music then emanated from the speakers, namely The Ocean by Mike Perry. You are such a sucker for modern music.

>"Not really a huge fan of these, I am more of an oldies guy actually, but tracks like these are good to hide messages with. All you hear are those beats, but hidden among those are coded commands. Switch it over to a news station."

You heed his request and turned the knobs until the music was gone and another station crackled in it's place.

>"...eports of terrorists attacking the People's Liberation Army of the Islands has been met with criticism, with the citizens calling out for an end of such activities. Wait...we have breaking news, it appears that the leadership of a terrorist group that calls itself "Commandoes of the Cube" has been captured."

The report then cuts out to what appears to be an on site coverage.

>"This man has been sentenced with rebellion, terrorism and the violation of the Indecent Media Act of 2016 of the People's Island Republic by using banned Japanese Animation in propaganda. He is hereby sentenced to death by public execution. Any last words?"

You put up your ears on the speakers so as to hear his words better.

>>31869350
>"I am a proud follower of the cube until death. Ave Browning, ave Kalashnikov, ave Stoner. My best girl is..."

A lone gunshot then punctuates his unfinished statement, then the transmission returns to the news center.

>"Said terror group is responsible for the massacre of brave soldiers of the People's Liberation Army yesterday and the theft of our helicopter which was promptly shot down by the elite pilots of the People's Liberation Air Force. They recently released a propaganda video, which we cannot show on air due to law."

Bill had you switch it back to the numbers station.

>"Now that is some propaganda."

>"You're CIA, you do that shit for a living."

>"That would be the cubicle next to mine, but yeah, kind of."

>At least it seems like my last post really has done something.

>"What do you mean by last post?"

>Let's just say I accessed the internet just as the first paratroopers fell. I posted on 4chan about the invasion.

>"Hmm...wait, I should return to the Office, looks like I'm on to something here. Keep the radio on."

In an instant, his petite female frame disappeared in thin air, a USP now in his place.

>That fucking spook...
You say as you stand up from the stool.

The music is then interrupted by what seems to be the small talk of a DJ.

>I hear you, my boy. Remember to send in your requests, we are still out there! DJ Bill playing the best of today's music on the Sorcery, 91.8.

You smile at his little remark as you bob your head to some Swedish House Mafia.

>>31869344
>Two days in the invasion, and no development could be seen for the characters

Eh, I wouldn't worry about it.I'm already 17,481 words into mine, and I haven't even properly introduced the raifu yet, let alone character development.

Just keep on keeping on, and it'll work itself out.

>>31869367
Thanks for the advice!

>>31869355
You then realized that there is still a truck that needs some working. Amelia is still fast asleep, so you didn't bother waking her up so as you could work alone. Besides, one person working on a vehicle is less suspicious than two, right?

After retrieving a duplicate key from a drawer that contained assorted ammunition and casings, you went out through the same drawer, taking care so as to close it back up in case something happens. You didn't bother to bring any tools, save for the USP, as there should be a tire wrench in the back seat compartment.

The truck leaned onto the flat tire. Closer inspection shows that a bullet found it's way through it, a large gash tearing across the top. A peek under the chassis shows that the spare is still good. Time to get to work, then.

You opened up the door to the cabin with the key. Oddly, it seems like nobody actually bothered to break into the vehicle, its contents remaining undisturbed. You retrieve the jack and the familiar cross-shaped tire wrench from the rear seat.

Two hours have passed and it's now 5 in the afternoon. The flat tire has been stowed underneath in the compartment, while the spare tire is now in its place. You place the tools back on where they were kept, made sure that the three toggle switches underneath the dashboard has been scrambled, and locked the doors.

You check out for anything of potential use around the house, which yielded nothing, so you crawl back under to your little workshop.

>>31869367
>tfw JT is on almost 60k and i still haven't introduced the opposition properly

>>31869390
We book nao

>>31869384
You are immediately met with a form sitting on the edge of the bed.
It was Amelia, her face looking somewhat disappointed.

>"Anon, why did you leave me all alone down here?"

>Had to fix the truck we are going to use to pull the helicopter in, if it was still there.

She scratches her head irritatingly. You didn't do anything but she was clearly annoyed at something. As the old saying goes:

>Better fool a drunk than someone who just woke up.

She again winces, somewhat groaning in irritation.

>"You promised to never leave me!"

>Wait, I didn't promise you anything, not even anything remotely close to that!

Her face looks up as if to look at an imaginary list, then she looks at you with a devious smile.

>"That means nothing now, you have to make up and do something for me."

>I don't have time for this sh...wait, don't!

The woodland jacket lands on your face as she takes it off.

>>31869390
shh bby is ok

>>31869409
And so that would be it for now!

Comments? Suggestions? Violent Reactions?
Send them via message in a bottle.
Make sure to throw in the Pacific!

>>31869390
But at least you've gotten to the tankfus.

I mean, all I wanted was tank harem, and you've already delivered in spades. The plot, combat, and character development is just the sugar on top.

>>31869367
I have no idea how many words "Riikka" has so far, what ever the word count is it's probably going to end up being about double what it is right now, we'll see when we get there...

>>31869444

I would suggest typing it out in google docs desu.

It's free, it autosaves, and it's great for archival.

>>31869443
> The plot, combat, and character development is just the sugar on top

Thank you very much. And well, you're going to get more of that. I have some ideas i'm lobbing around. I'm just afraid i'm turning it too girly with the cast...

>>31869390
So when you're done, it'll likely match a Harry Potter book for length?

In for use a picture of yukari as authors photo

>>31869448
I have both OpenOffice and MS Works on my computer, so far I find this box adequate for the task.

>>31869461
>too girly with the cast

No, no, just go on. I need it.

You certainly do not have a problem with characters at all. In my case though, apparently there are no girls in a military junta and so I had to kill off a male CIA agent so they could return as a German loli.

>>31866547
I'm going to dropping a lot more RPK today. Finally managed to shake the writer's block.


>Setting the rifle down by the coffee table I say to it "You can turn back to your human...err..whatever form when you're ready to go get some food."

>In an instant I hear a bang followed by a pained "Owwww"

>"You alright?" I yell

>"You set me down too close to a table and I hit my head on it when I changed back you dick."

>"Hey, I didn't know. Cut me some slack"

>She walks back into the room rubbing her head, wincing as she lifts her hand, inspecting it for blood. She's dressed now, wearing her olive BDU pants, boots, and white tank.

>I steal a glance at her, noticing two beads poking through her shirt. Huh. Must be cold.

>"I still can't believe you did that to me. What kind of man turns an opportunity like that down?" She says in a rather frustrated tone

>"One that's about to bury his wife to be." I said flatly as she sits down beside me, my eyes straight ahead.

>Her face goes pale. "Oh god. Anon...I'm so sorry. It had just been so long for me that I completely forgot." She says, burying her face in her hands

>"Yeah, don't sweat it."

>She's taking this hard

>I put my arm around her shoulder, pulling her close.

>"This doesn't make me like you any less you know. What do you say we go get some food?"

>"O-okay"

>>31868858
I take this back. Good chance I won't be doing anything today. Maybe not for a week or so.

>>31869730
You made her sad. Fix this.

File: IMG_0917.jpg (57KB, 1236x421px) Image search: [Google]

57KB, 1236x421px

>>31866299
>>31866769
Anyone found the lewd yet?

>>31869730
Cont.

>"Come on, get up. Let's head on out of here. Need a coat?"

>"I can handle the cold. I'm a gun, remember?"

>"Alright, suit yourself."

>I grab my coat and head out to the car, Viktoria in tow.

>The car takes a second to start, but in no time we're on our way to the buffet.

>"Hey V, I've been meaning to ask you something."

>"What's up?"

>"Can you see while in rifle form? I know you said you could hear, but you never mentioned sight."

>"No, I can't. Is this bad?" A sliver of an accent can be heard in her voice

>"So you've never seen her..."

>"Seen who?"

>"Your namesake."

>"Oh...no, I haven't."

>"Would you like to?"

>"But she's-"

>"I know. There's a visitation being held for her. I'd like you to come with me."

>"Anon I...Thank you."

>"We'll go shopping after we eat. Sound good?"

>"Yeah...Yeah that sounds good."

>The rest of the ride is quiet. We pull in and climb out of the car.

>"Hey Anon. Have you considered getting a bigger car?"

>"Not really."

>"Hey Anon?"

>"Wat"

>"I'm coooold~"

>"Oh for fuck's sake. Get over here" I say, taking my jacket off

>As she shivers I drape the coat over her shoulders

>She turns and embraces me, her ice cold forehead burying itself into my neck

>She stays there, not wanting to let go

>I kiss her on the temple and wrap my hand around the back of her head, holding her tighter to me for a brief moment

>I hear her mumble something, her voice muffled

>"Ah uhv ou"

>She looks up at me expectantly, the clouds from our breaths mingling

>"Come on, let's get inside"

>>31869461
Bruh you can keep thay girly stuff and romance its what makes it good

>>31869730
>"One that's about to bury his wife to be."

I see you read my comment in the other thread.
I'm all for raifu's and lewdings, but you started this story pretty heavy. It'd be odd for him to "get over" it within days. But maybe the raifu can help him through that. Would make for a better story, anyways.

File: 1344285726748.gif (2MB, 370x689px) Image search: [Google]

2MB, 370x689px

>>31869940
>"I know. There's a visitation being held for her. I'd like you to come with me."

Oh god, this is going to be crazy. He shows up, and everyone sees him with a new girls right after his previous one died.

DRAMA ALERT

>>31870030
That, or he has to show everyone that it's actually the gun anon and wife-to-be's were building.

But the opportunity for misunderstanding is huge.

File: 1317093082097.png (354KB, 942x720px) Image search: [Google]

354KB, 942x720px

>>31870030
>>31870053
>brings a girl to the viewing
>is ostracized for being shallow, abandoned and no one talks to him anymore.
>bring a gun to the viewing
>is ostracized for being crazy, abandoned and no one talks to him anymore.

I can already feel the despair.

Despair only Viktoria can heal.

>>31870092
He could just easily explain this was the project he and wifey were working on, and wanted her to hold it one last time or something.

>>31870100
>putting Viktoria in the cold, dead hands of your recent lover

Holy shit that's morbid for Vicktoria.

>>31869940
RPK cont.
[Potential drama inbound]

>As we walk through the doors we're greeted by a young woman. She looks at me for a second before exclaiming "Anon?!"

>OhgoodgodIdontevenknowyou

>"Yeah...that's me."

>"It's good to see you! I was Vicky's friend before she passed. And uh...who's this?"

>Viktoria tries to hide behind me as soon as she's pointed out, wrapping her arms around my waist.

>"This is V. She's a uh...friend of mine."

>"You can't be serious. It hasn't been a week and you've already replaced her?!"

>"Nonono! She's just a friend!"

>As soon as I say that, Viktoria's hand makes a dive southward, grabbing my crotch.

>YoupieceofshitIhateyousomuch

>She looks at me completely shocked "How can you do that?! Get the hell out of my resturant. You're a fucking piece of shit."

>"For fuck's sake V. Let's get out of here."

>"Fine by me~"

>As we turn to leave, she looks over her shoulder with a shit eating grin and waves her fingers goodbye in a teasing manner.

>"The hell man. Why did you do that?"

>"I don't like her."

>"Apparently. Now what are we going to do? Not only is there a possibility that she might be at the funeral but we still need to find a place to eat."

>"Wanna just get a burger?" She asks plainly.

>"Yeah, sure. There should be a five guys at the mall."

>We pile back into the car and set off once again.

>>31870121
Could be worse, he could bury V with her

File: 1476856961114.jpg (46KB, 500x383px) Image search: [Google]

46KB, 500x383px

>>31869940
>Continually taking a tiger eared/tailed girl in public with no effort to conceal said features
>Showing up to your fiancés funeral with the same girl

>>31870173
>grabs his crotch
wtf why would V do that after he just told her that his wife died?

>>31870195
Because she's a pervert.

>>31870194
Someone asked before in the story and he said she was really into "chinese cartoons". I think she also tucks her tail.

Alright guys, how are you liking the story so far?

>>31870324
very good so far keep going

>>31870324
Honestly, I am a bit bothered by how the main character doesn't seem affected at all by his fiance dying. He seems to be going about daily life just fine.

Taking what will appear to be a new girl to his own fiancés funeral seems really out of place too. Maybe he is socially autistic or something?

Also, V seemed to become affectionate to her owner way too quickly for my liking.

These are just my personal opinions, take them how you will or ignore all of it. I like the concept of the story as a whole.

>>31870324
keep going

>>31870380
I like to think the character has suddenly become numb to it. All the sudden Viktoria comes along and helps to take his mind off of it somewhat like an emotional support animal would.

It's based on my true story, and that's what happened to me. Mind, I did leave out the suicide attempts.

>>31870408
Can't say I'd know how that feels. Sorry to hear that bro.

I do like the idea of an emotional support RPK.

>>31870408
>Based on my true story
So, did you get an emotional support animal or just the rifle, or what?
Because you seem to be doing well enough as far as I can tell.

>>31870483
were you kicked in the head as a child?

>>31870510
No, just trying to figure out what he ended up using to cope.
Did he finish building a rifle? Or did he adopt an emotional support animal? Or something else?

As for if he's doing fine or not, he's fine enough to write about it, good enough for me.

Jackass

>>31870793
I mostly coped using alcohol. I later finished building a rifle off of the reciever she gave me.

>>31870968
Touching. Hope that RPK is serving you well, and never jams

>>31870173
Gah. I need to take a break. Maybe more tonight?

>"Hey Anon, can I borrow your phone? I need to look up a few things."

>"Are you up to no good?"

>"Maybe~"

>I lean to the side, pull the phone out of my pocket, and hand it to her.

>"Thanks! Oh, is there a hardware or appliance store there?"

>"I'm not even going to ask why, but yeah there's a sears.

>She does a quick happy dance in the seat for second before finally settling down.

>She plays with my phone for a few minutes, blushing more than once. The entire time she has that same deviant look in her eye.

>Before long she pipes up.

>"You said I'm getting new clothes too, right?"

>"Yep."

>"Aaaaaaa! Thank you!" She squeals. "Nobody's ever bought me clothes before!"

>"Well I suppose that's about to change isn't it?" I say as we pull into the parking lot of the mall.

File: 1453994317909.gif (1MB, 316x195px) Image search: [Google]

1MB, 316x195px

>making/updating 'bins

Did anybody found the secret storie yet?

>>31871026
I've yet to have a single failure that wasn't ammo related. My only complaint is how often I get burned by it. Hell, that ain't her fault though.

Anyone recommend any good military history audio books? Preferably something similar to Dan Carlin's hardcore history.

updated link of what we lost

http://pastebin.com/N6CHyfYE

>>31871526
Updated with the wrong ending you mean.

File: Jiisuri.jpg (177KB, 1430x333px) Image search: [Google]

177KB, 1430x333px

New girl finally came home with me.

>>31871946
I see nothing wrong with the link.

>>31871065
FIND THE GOD DAMN STORY BEFORE 8 PEOPLE. I WANT TO WATCH POLY EAT HIS MUSTACHE.

>>31871946
>>31872008
Kek. It continues.

File: Guard.jpg (218KB, 656x1217px) Image search: [Google]

218KB, 656x1217px

>>31871946
>>31872008

Thats the ending you voted for

>>31872023
>implying they will find it before 8

File: the path we all walk.jpg (68KB, 799x569px) Image search: [Google]

68KB, 799x569px

>>31872008
...that's not a giggleswitch, is it?

>>31872047
Oh shit they know, SHUT IT DOWN.

Nah, they just use steel surplus lowers on them. It's useless without the registered full auto sear. Which I could get if I had the money.

>>31872008
Ok, so then fluffy failed negotiations with you and your hostage waifu.

Shoulda known.

>>31872076
Why do you think I bought this? Anschluß jetzt.

>>31872076
i for one look forward to see what happens to Mika

File: IMG_3951.jpg (56KB, 390x500px) Image search: [Google]

56KB, 390x500px

>>31872008
She's a cute!

>>31872087
Google translate gives me "terminal now"
my 2 years of German in high school a few years ago doesn't help.

>>31872008

so what horrible things are you going to do to this one?

>>31872272
Anschluß is the annexation of the neighboring countries.

>>31872331
Well I was just gonna cuddle it tonight, but it sounds like I need to write something now.

>3rd post in a row
I'm a faggot.

>>31872237
QT as fuck. Can't wait for the HK handguard and bipod to ship in.

>>31872440
inb4 sad PTR story

>>31872440
Can confirm FS Senpai as faggot

>>31872769
Nigga please, you're the one playing easter egg hunt with lewd content.

>>31872766
Maybe in like a week. I'm in a bit of a funk with writing.

File: 1399677279570.png (162KB, 630x636px) Image search: [Google]

162KB, 630x636px

>mfw wind of inspiration to write
>mfw write two chapters today
>mfw I'm three full chapters ahead in my story
>mfw now have room in my schedule to procrastinate and wallow in self pity

File: 1320018956728.jpg (48KB, 604x413px) Image search: [Google]

48KB, 604x413px

>>31872421
>Anschluß
I thought that was lebensraum? Or am I getting them mixed up?

>>31872778
Technically I ain't the one playin hide n seek, dawg

File: ufo.jpg (471KB, 1152x1441px) Image search: [Google]

471KB, 1152x1441px

>>31872778
oi is me the one playing easter egg here

>>31873030
Lebensraum refers to Hitler's dream of a big ass area for the Germans to grow. Anschluß literally means "annex"

>>31873120

Whoops, my bad.

>>31872440
Did RTGparts have bipods in stock still?

Oy JTfag were are you i need my tanks

Shep's new storie binned for you

http://pastebin.com/zGbMJFZC

File: want_some_of_this_bitch_nigga.jpg (41KB, 684x243px) Image search: [Google]

41KB, 684x243px

>>31873406
i'm here m8. I'm having problems, and i thought actually playing tanks would fix that, but it didn't.

>>31873436
I hope the tanks can help that m8. They always do

File: 1453991416051.jpg (46KB, 440x398px) Image search: [Google]

46KB, 440x398px

'cause i keep forggeting
>new writefag SKSanon, not related to the smut one
http://pastebin.com/u/Balthier1234

>>31870195
Because assholes come in different shapes and sizes, even in an RPK.

File: GrabTheBootyLoveTheBooty.jpg (137KB, 968x826px) Image search: [Google]

137KB, 968x826px

Was told to explain that the hidden story is basically Sam the Hi-Point Carbine turning into Zankuro?

Lewd ahoy.

File: 1476295280241.jpg (370KB, 800x640px) Image search: [Google]

370KB, 800x640px

>>31874097

Also post the link, 'cause there is a beat going on

>>31874097
what?

File: cdc.gif (1013KB, 500x280px) Image search: [Google]

1013KB, 500x280px

>>31871114
I guess you could say she's pretty hot.

>>31874129
HiPoint has discovered a new artist.

It seems to be confusing him.

File: uguu (headpat).gif (3MB, 448x252px) Image search: [Google]

3MB, 448x252px

>>31871114
That's great to hear.

File: JT323SPzJgAbt653.jpg (68KB, 1126x725px) Image search: [Google]

68KB, 1126x725px

i'm having a really bad block guys...

https://docs.google.com/document/d/17_i3trBy-AtTvPqZ-wflCDas6n2PD6Q8gkI-ufk52hA/edit

>>31874247
A really bad block?

>>31874255
>>31874097

is this it?

File: 3 inch Gun Motor Carriage M10.jpg (82KB, 610x379px) Image search: [Google]

82KB, 610x379px

>>31874259
writers block? like when you cant write? i think that is what it's called in english

>>31874276
Looks to be

>>31874291
Yeah, you colloquialism right

File: shiiieeett.jpg (24KB, 480x360px) Image search: [Google]

24KB, 480x360px

>>31874276
Can confirm this is it:

>>31874255

>>31874291
Ahh ok. Just dont think to hard let it come to you and dont rush

>>31874276
FUCK YES POLY HAS TO EAT HIS MUSTACHE.

>>31874291
that is what it is called fluff.

File: 1475961562212.png (14KB, 200x300px) Image search: [Google]

14KB, 200x300px

>>31874276
>>31874255

Fuck you man

>>31874291
Just read some shit or play some shit unrelated to what you're writing. I find the best ideas that spring to mind come at random moments when you're not focusing on the task at hand.

File: 1477250552060.jpg (26KB, 553x381px) Image search: [Google]

26KB, 553x381px

>>31874255
Why did I read this? Damn morbid curiosity.

File: 3103298ee7228a886ee27d612f94c0ab.png (849KB, 1105x410px) Image search: [Google]

849KB, 1105x410px

>>31874326
>unrelated

ehhh...

>>31874364
Have you played company of heroes 1 or 2 they are really solid games thay have good tank combat mixed in

>>31874412
hell yeah. Even if 2 went jew mode...

>reposting 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.

>>31874427
Ik but hell i pit 400 plus hours in 2 even if it was money grab

>>31874434
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.

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.

>>31874434
Case 6 when plz. I love your storys m8

>>31874459
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!"

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.

>>31874255
How it should have gone
>Anon switches stuff
>Substance from her chest goes to her ass
>Anon switches stuff right back and returns the parts as "defective"

>>31874475
"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.

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.

>>31874490
"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..."

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?"

>>31874502
"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!"

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..."

>>31874512
"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.

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.

>>31874512
"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..."

"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?"

>>31874540
"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

>>31874469
gonna start casefile 6 now