/wfg/ - Writefag General - "DELET THIS" Edition

>>31880531
FALWritefag (hiatus)
Argentinian Rose
Rifles of 'Nam
Pale King's Disciple

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

RPK writefag
Viktoria
http://pastebin.com/5StKUQ9k

SKSanon
http://pastebin.com/u/Balthier1234

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

>>31880551
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

>>31880561
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]
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Happy writefagging, and remember to get out of here, STALKER.

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>>31880701
That was really well written, and concise.

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Guys, did we figure out what happened to FAL?

I'm worried honestly, I remember when she told us we made her nights better.

I really don't want to believe she just abandoned us.

>>31880960
The best thing to do is not panic. Show support and try to keep spirits up. Hopefully she comes back, but until then, write, read, recommend and enjoy the thread.

>>31880960
no one here has done anything to hurt her. Everything isn't perfect right now, and i do what i can to help, hence the delay. hang in there

So, JT time. I'll post as i write, if that is okay with everyone

¤ maybe....
>Maybe what?
¤ Maybe you are right. You have seen a war before this. Did you have something you wanted to do after that war?
>No. That is why i know it’s important. Just a dream, really, or a plan. Anything. Because if there is nothing but war in you, you will tear yourself apart. We will get working on it as soon as we get home


Natalya lights another cigarette, but remains silent. Nothing is said for a while. She smokes it slowly, savoring it. She waits minutes between putting it between her lips, and taking a breath.


‘Dozer here, we have some hostiles sighted, 2 o'clock, 400 metres. What do we do?’


Dozer was the name of the lead tank, an M4A2. By the advice of its commander, you get your binoculars up and try see what he saw. And it was not a major threat, Four class 2s. And while they were completely unable to harm even the sherman with a point blank shot to the rear, they would alert some bigger foes.


“Stop and engage or drive on?”
>Has this ever looked like a peaceful vehicle to you?
“Alright, we stop and fire”


You inform Dozer on your call, and hop over to the Lathi. The gun doesn’t have a charging handle, but rather a crank. Two revolutions, and a round is chambered. The Jagdtiger slows to a halt, and you take aim. But, before you or any of the tanks have fired, one of the four creatures are already dead. You get one shot of from the large rifle, and the powerful round brutalizes the unfortunate thing that happen to be in it’s sights. All four are dead, three of them has fallen to an SVT-40. Natalya slings the rifle back over her shoulder and return to staring at the horizon


>That was impressive. three of them at 400 meters in five seconds
¤ As i said, i’m useful now


The radio buzzes to life


‘You guys sure are fast’
“We do what we can. How far out are we?”
‘15 minutes tops’

>>31880531
I don't get it...
>Kar98k
>MG42
>Thus likely WWII Germans
>Clearest firearm is a revolver, and doesn't even appear to be M1895

Patches look American though, possibly. If so, why is she with the Wehrmacht? Why is she shooting in the same direction as them? Shouldn't she try to shoot the Germans? I am utterly confused by all this... if it were WWI, then I'd imagine the revolver is an M1917 but those don't look like chambers/bore for .45 ACP. Just... all my what.

>>31881029
It seems to be a captured M1917 Revolver. The Germans did have .45 ACP made when they were producing Konsberg Colts

>>31881072
she is wearing an american tanker jacket and helmet

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>>31881072
Yeah, but she's clearly american by the armored brigade patch, canvas cloths, and helmet.

>>31880531
AR-18 fic when?

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oh, and i'll have a ton of pics from swedish tank museum "Arsenalen", i'll post them with the posts, for extra tank

>>31881108
I recall Anon-kun had one in the works, don't know if he's started it yet.

>>31881029

Probably Strike Witches stuff, judging by the filename. Humanity is united in the SW universe, mainly because they're fighting off the Neuroi aliens.

That said, working on DTHW ES4 myself. I know none of my readers who browse /k/ are even close to that series, but I have to keep going. It won't let me stop.

And I like it.

>>31881114
Ever plan on going to he Finnish Museum?

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>>31881025
You eventually arrive at the two stranded tanks, one M4 and one M60. And it didn’t take long for Lily’s initial scepticism regarding actually using the Jagdtiger as a tow truck to disappear. The vehicles were bogged down in very deep mud. Most likely the result of a flooded ditch. The crew of the stranded vehicles seems very happy to see a rescue. Because a tank that can’t move isn’t worth much. The M60 is in fact so deep in mud that the tow hooks themselves are underneath it. The M60 is the more important vehicle to get unstuck so it is decided that that is what you begin with. The crew of that vehicle are handed some extra shovels to clear of as much of the mud possible, while Lily attaches a tow cable to the Jagdtiger. This vehicle does not have rear tow hook as such, but rather a feet-long hollowed out extension of the 80mm side armor, so it will easily take the vehicles weight. The Jagdtiger will be the main pulling force here, so it attached to the left front hook of the M60, and the doubled back the Jagdtiger, forming a “V”. One of the M4s, being powered V8 version of the LAMES attaches itself to the right hook of the M60.


Lily is giving instructions on how the pull will be executed. Start with a slack line, first gear in, and keep the revs at 3250 and the inertia of over 100 tons in motion will pull the helpless tank out of the mud. The driver revs up the engine a few times, touching the 4000 rpm rev limiter a few times. If the tank would have been animals, the larger Jagdtiger would have done this to assert its dominance over the smaller tanks, making sure they know it has the biggest and most powerful engine. Soon, the engine of the M60 wakes to life, and the final preparation from the pull, including making sure no one is in direct line of sight of the cable, because if it snaps, it will split a man in half.

This>>31881236 meant for>>31881113

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>>31881434
yeah, i want to go there. 90 minute drive from Helsinki, and that is just an hour plus a boat ride from me...

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So coming up is Part 3 of A Small Zone of Comfort. Chronologically, the introduction that started this all takes place between parts 2 & 3. I would recommend reading it if you missed it somehow, or reread if you've been following this story so far.

Secondly, Polybus is still working on fixing up the archive for the story, so in the mean time use this temporary pastebin that links the stories: http://pastebin.com/HGpNNWYZ

It has them in proper reading order and the missing part 1 of the main story.

Now, without further adeu, we rejoin Blank right after the Emission. It's time for

Part 3 - The Dream. The Damn Dream.
You lie unable to move on a ocean of glass shards. You try in vain to move your arms, your legs, or even your head. The only sensation you receive is the pain as another wave of shards crashes over you, granting you more anguish. Even the escape of drowning seems to elude you as the sharp stabbings are pervasive throughout your body. The dark sky raining down more of the silicon torturers. You could have been out here for seconds, but it already a lifetime. A hand suddenly grabs you.


You bolt awake with a scream, instanly shirking back as the bright morning sunlight hits your eyes. Before you have time to even articulate the terrible nightmare, a loud crash brings your attention to your right. It appears in your sudden jolt upright, you sent your rifle over into a pile of rusty, shot-out cans.


A faint “Ouch” could be heard. Probably your own instinctual mumblings.

>>31881480

You stare at the rifle, and then your surroundings. You are in an older hovel, half collapsed wooden walls letting in the encompassing sunlight. To your right, sits your rifle on top of a large pile of empty ration cans, all curiously filled with bullet holes. The rifle itself looks like it had taken a run through the swamps; covered entirely in dried mud and plants. You yourself don’t look much better, as your jacket is coated in it. Many of the now dried flakes seem to be sitting beneath you; shaken off by your sudden awakening.

A pile of dried mud you don’t mind falling back into as you lay down again; incredible, dull, aching pain assails all of your joints. The only sensation in your body that doesn’t feel like it’s trying to annex itself is your head; being surprisingly cool and calm. Which lets you recollect why you are in such a wretched state.

You stare at the sun rays and the ceiling above.

You were way out of your league. But specifically were lost in the swamp. It was a foggy morning, when an emission hit. You ran a marathon that would make even Pheidippides blush, and yet it wasn’t enough. You can recall clearly enough the emission rushing towards you, and everything since that just flashes of pain.

You try to check the time, but the PDA is justifiably fried.

But why aren’t you? You’ve seen the unfortunate corpse of one of the stalkers who hadn’t made it during your first emission; a grim reinforcement of Mr. Green’s words. But you are here. Breathing. Wishing you weren’t, but still.

>>31881487

Thoughts were once again interrupted by the pains covering your body, and a growing hunger. Judging by how early it was, you could estimate it had been at least a day. Picking up the rifle, you sit up again as you prop it back next to you, wiping some of the dirt off. But first, food.

You slowly reaching behind you, finding your backpack on the other side of your resting place. You have some boar that you had roasted and dried a few days ago; preferring to try that then go into the perishables. The tough exercise on your jaws making you instantly regret that choice of jerky.

There were some big mysteries here. The first seemed unsolvable, that you had survived. And the second, was how did you get here? Where was “here,” even? You continue to gnaw the jerky as you look around. The same wooden hut walls offering no more sufficient answer than the first look. You want to call out, but then decide against it. The Zone was not a friendly place, and whoever brought you here had either already left or would be back again. Maybe it’s due to your naivety about The Zone, but you have a hard time believing that whoever you assume brought you here, they didn’t have bad intentions. If they wanted to rob you, they would have taken your stuff. If they wanted to kill you, well, they could have left you in the swamps.

No answers would come and find you, so you stand up to try to look around. And promptly collapse again.

Maybe your body needs a bit more rest.

>>31881499

You’re a bit dirty, but nothing you can do about it here on the ground. You look at the rifle besides you. Well, that could occupy your time for a bit.

First fishing out the makarov and putting it easily within reach, you next grab the rifle. Trying your best, you take a cloth and try to remove the dry debris on the outside. After a bit, and being sufficiently impressed with how easy most of it came off, you next come upon the task of the internals. Hopefully the rifle on the inside isn’t as terribly dragged with mud as the outside.

You first eject the magazine, and make sure the rifle is clear by sliding back the bolt. Next, you thumb the odd lever on the right rear of the rifle, unlocking the top cover. This you carefully slide up and out, noting that the attached recoil spring is surprisingly clean.


A brief “Eeep!” interrupts the process. You pause. Only silence fills the room. Maybe the door hinge? You move on.

Setting these down on the smaller tarp you pulled out of the bag. Next is the bolt and bolt carrier, which you carefully slide up and out. Other than a few flecks of dirt on the external lever, it looked fine. Moving to the front of the 4 ft rifle, you flip a small lever resting in front of the hand guard. This stamped metal part is slid forward, as the newly freed hand guard slides forward and off. The now exposed operating rod resting the gas piston is next. A lot thinner than you first expected, you gently pull backwards on this and you slid it back, and lift up and forward. The gas piston it was once located in being the last part to be removed.

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>>31881510

Staring at all the parts now laid before you, you realized how stupid it was to go this far. The handgrip was still broken from when you first got it. The gas piston wouldn’t be any dirtier as you hadn’t fired the damn thing. And since the rifle had remained closed up, there was little debris in the body and other parts.

You sigh as you start reassembling, just in the reverse order of how you had turned it apart. It’s oddly therapeutic, as it takes your mind off the dulling ache of your body.

The rifle, as clean as it was going to be given the circumstances, now sat in the sun that came in at increasingly vertical angles. Must be later in the day, when once again you hear something.

A very faint “Thank you.”

You are sure now that wasn’t you, and attempt to stand up and search for who it was.

The legs being the structural equivalent of jello at the moment, you take a few tentative steps forward. The pain has subsided, or you’ve gained a tolerance to it. But it’s still incredibly difficult to walk. Still, you make an effort, makarov tucked in one pocket, towards the doorway. Carefully, you peak out. Beyond the few other wooden buildings, you can see the gold color swamps beyond. And no evidence of anyone else. Maybe you had stumbled in here, during the blowout, and had missed the worse of it? You turn around, heading back to your bag. You end up kicking more of those cans out of the way. Someone must have once spent a lot of time here, but the rust makes you think it had been ages ago.

Sitting down again, not quite ready to make a commitment to walk out of here, you try to plan the next move. You still have some supplies, and this swamp is lousy with boars. You haven’t seen many of the other mutants, so maybe you’ll base here for a bit and try looking more when your body decides it’s ready to cooperate.

[_________________]

It had been a few days now, and you were feeling well enough to try to tackle the swamps again. Over the previous couple of days, you had come to a few conclusions. First, you had indeed survived a blowout, or a partial one. Maybe it was the distance, or that you had somehow found shelter, but you were alive still. You think. You’ll confirm that with the next person you see. Second, that you had stumbled into the house yourself. You really suspect you had help, but there were no signs of another person, any person, being in the area. No footprints, discarded food, nothing. Third, maybe your brain didn’t come out as unharmed as you thought. You body may have healed, but the mind didn’t feel as resilient. Sometimes, as you were falling asleep or zoning out, you would hear the voice of someone. Whispering, whimpering. Not ever loud enough to discern, but it was definitely there. You think. You’ll confirm that with the next person you see.

The final conclusion was that you were unnaturally calm about all of these new events.

Maybe it had been the few weeks here, but you found a subtle determination to continue on. You decided first restoring this rifle, then deeper into The Zone. And feeling a little cocky that if you could survive an emission, you could survive anything. So what if you’ve almost been shot at, torn apart, robbed, literally dragged through the mud, and are now possibly hearing the same voice(s)? that Mr. Green always talks to. SVD slung over your shoulder, you headed southeast, deeper into the swamps. A bit more confidence to your step and a rifle on your mind.


Done.

As always, any comments and critiques are welcome.

>>31881253
As the Jagdtiger and the medium tank next to it moves away from the stranded MBT, lowest gear in, engines screaming, the cables tying the vehicles together slowly raises themselves off the ground from the tension. As the cable is completely stretched out, both vehicles jerk down on the suspension, as if they were tied to a wall. But the inertia, combined with over 2000 horsepower from the engines slowly pulls the M60 out from its muddy hole. The vehicle is pulled until it reaches the road and stands on solid ground, now carrying several hundred pounds of mud with it, something the crew is going to have a great time getting rid off.


Some of the mud can be removed by just using shovels and driving along, but the rest has to be washed away with water under high pressure. The Jagdtiger is backed up towards the other stuck tank, an M4 with its nose deep into the mud. The problem here is that the front of the tank acts like a giant wedge, and would only pull it deeper into the mud if it was pulled out. Only solutions are to either drag it up backwards, and risk getting the 75 ton Jagdtiger stuck in the mud, or get the shovels out and start digging in front of the vehicle

>Anon, we don’t have shovels for everyone, and since you are stronger than i am…
“Yeah yeah, alright, i’ll dig. Wouldn’t want to get bruises and blisters on your little hands, do we?”
>Thanks Anon. I’ll keep a lookout from up here meanwhile. A-and i’ll make it up to you later, okay?


You smile and nod before jumping down from the superstructure and grabbing a large shovel from just over the mudguards and heading into the mud for some fun exercise. There was a total of eight shovels among the tanks, and after 30 minutes of shoveling, you start to see some results.

But then, Lily shouts

>Guys, i see something moving in the treeline!

>>31881029
It's actually supposed to be the tank commander from Fury in Strike Witches magical tank girl form.

>>31881772
>stuck fighting Neuroi on foot instead of with a Striker unit
>goggles busted
>glass might be in the eye
>Shot in the armpit, maybe that's someone else's blood
>She doesn't know
>Dollar thirty-five a day
>Best job she ever had.

>>31882043
Bruh, you realize there's tank Striker units too?

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Light My Fire cont.

>after days of waiting, my weekend has finally come
>Friday's work is done, and I head home
>Driving home late, the traffic is light
>4473 forms swirl in my head
>so many mistakes
>so many corrections
>people who can't read the King's English or write more legibly than a 4 year old
>what a day
>I feel like railroad spikes are being driven into my eyes
>I bet these idiots go home and complain about me in LGS hate threads
>right after justifying to their mothers why they had to by a CZ75
>fuck 'em if they can't follow simple instruction and use their manners while holding a gun that's not theirs
>posing like james bond, slamming my revolvers' cylinders, and dry firing while aiming at me never gets old
>I think back to try to count how many times I've been "killed" while showing a gun to some low-grade genetic mistake whose mother's post-pregnancy plans should've included abortion
>lose count
>oh well
>suddenly Bush's "The Chemicals Between Us" comes on the radio
>crank that shit
>I think about Judith
>Her beautiful brown eyes
>the way her raven black hair falls around her waist
>the way her pale skin looks in the darkness
>that imperfect smile she tries so hard to hide
>the softness and warmth her body gives as I cuddle up behind her
>Tomorrow will be better
>Tomorrow will be nothing but Judith and me
>with plans to only leave the apartment, it will be her first time in a public civilian setting as one of us
>we'll play it all by ear and above all, have fun
>and Sunday, my buddy Jamie will be taking us to his property to do some innawoods plinking
>I still can't believe it!
>Judith will spend the whole day with me as a person!
>This whole work week, Rose has been working with her on how to displace herself from her rifled form

>>31882071
Tank-based Striker units are pretty much fullbody units compared to the glorified thigh-high boots of an Air unit. Since she's 1) on the ground, and 2) wearing tanker's equipment... well.

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>>31882116
>It's a deito episode

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>>31882137
Not always.

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>>31882116
Light My Fire cont.

>This whole work week, Rose has been working with her on how to displace herself from her rifled form
>for some reason, it's looked down upon the commune with spirits of non-organic things
>carrying in-depth conversations with you Bluetooth earpiece is one thing, but when you do the same with your rifle; Ohhh! Suddenly you've gone too far!
>11f fail
>with practice, Judith has been able to completely detach her form from her host rifle to walk visibly amongst the living
>As I pull into the parking lot, I'm blaring "Armageddon Soul" by Blackline
>park, climb the steps and let myself in
>holy crap!
>my apartment is clean
>like sterile clean
>it was clean before, but this ridiculous
>even the magnets on the fridge are arranged in neat columns by size
>what the hell...
>"Anon!"
>Judith calls from the bathroom and runs out smiling to greet me
>Her lengthy black hair is braided into a thick ponytail to keep it out of the way
>those chestnut eyes of hers shine bright with excitement through her long bangs
>with rubber gloves and a toilet scrubber, she wraps her arms around me
>i can feel the wet bristles in the hair on the back of my head
>gross, but I hug my fallen angel back
>"I can not vait for tomorrow!" she squeaks
>"Me either," I answer as we release
>my right hand gliding down her smooth, slender arm as we separate
>"where's Rose?" My eyes quickly dart about
>"zhe little bookworm ist reading zhose comics again in your bedroom."
>a muffled, "I heard that!" sounds through the wall
>"while you spent all day cleaning?"
>Judith shrugs, "Vell no, I started vatching Suckerpunch again, but Rose made me turn it off. Zhen, she said I should be... how she say it... 'all arseholes and elbows.'"
>huh... "so, she made you clean, while she read comic books all day?"
>"Ja."
>"Rose!"
>my barking voice makes Judith jump slightly
>I hear some shuffling and a bump
>a few seconds later, the little girl appears

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>>31882171
Light My Fire cont.

>a few seconds later, the little girl appears
>she has a look like she knows she's in trouble yet in her mind, her behavior is completely justified
>standing there in little OD sundress, she locks her knee and crosses her arms over her chest like she's waiting at the DMV
>don't look at me in that tone of voice
>"Rose, did you make Judith turn off her movie and clean all day?"
>I feel like the dad
>I didn't ask for this
>"yeah, but she's seen it enough. It was becoming insufferable to me."
>Judith just stares at the clean carpet, unsure of what to do
>here braided ponytail drapes over her shoulder
>Rose is pouting
>"Annoying or not, that's her favorite mov-"
>"AND!" Rose interrupts, "It does NOT star Leonard Nimoy. His name is Scott Glenn. I looked it up."
>starting to get mad
>"That's beside the poi-"
>"Moron."
>rivets are explosively failing around my temper, and I have to bite my tongue, "ROSE! You can't just order Judith around to do what you want her to do and not help."
>the little girl stamps her shiny leather boot and fires back, "I did her favor! She was bored, so I gave her something to do!"
>Her pint sized frown is unwavering
>"Well, you should have pitched in to help anyway."
>Rose turns her icy blue stare to Judith who is still nervously frozen, "snitch!"
>Judith flinches at the insult
>I snap my fingers into a pointing gesture back toward the bedroom, "Go'on! And behave, or you're not going with us to Jamie's Sunday."
>Rose spins and runs back into the bedroom
>what am I going to do with her...
>I turn and look down at Judith who is now looking mopey but still holding her toilet brush at her side
>all this, and I've barely passed through the door

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>>31882207
>mfw Anon becomes man of the house again

>>31882207
>Braided, over-the-shoulder ponytail

lewd

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>>31882207
Light My Fire cont.

>all this, and I've barely passed through the door
>"well Judith, show me what you've cleaned."
>she gives me the tour
>the floor is vacuumed, spots on the carpet removed
>everything is dusted including the ceiling fans
>the bathroom and kitchen are disinfected
>windows cleaned
>even laundry is done, folded, and put away
>the apartment looks so clean, I hardly want to live in it for fear of messing it up
>looks great though
>"I am so sorry Rose made you all of this," I offer
>Judith shrugs, "It ist okay. I did get bored vonce I turned off zhe movie."
>I stay silent, not really knowing what to say
>Judith picks up of this and continues to speak, "She really vasn't bad today. Juss reclusive. She vas in a mood and told me vanted peace und quiet..."
>the young german girl smiles, "I enjoyed it, so no worries, ja?"
>I decide to smile back, "yeah, no worries... Tomorrow will be fun."
>I debate in my head what to do next
>go for it
>I place my left hand around the back of the waffengeist's head, lean down and kiss her, "Thanks for everything, Judith."
>"Ja, meine liebe..."
>later at night, while to two were detracted by a game of cards, I decide to check my laptop's history
>Rose did say she looked up who stared in Suckerpunch
>let's see what a rifle looks at on the internet
>on second thought ignorance might be bliss
>I mean, do I really want to know?
>She probably just looked up the information and turned the laptop off again, right?
>What else would a weapon spirit be interested in anyway on the vast expanses of the world wide web?
>probably nothing, right?
>If anything-
>ANYTHING... she probably would only shitpost loudly in AR Generals
>I figure I could care less what Rose did on my laptop...
>but in the name of science, I decide to open it up anyway and scroll through it

>>31882447
Okie doke. I'm going leave y'all here. I guess I can make a cliffhanger out of comfiness. What is in Rose's browser history...
>Taking all bets
Archive and Polybus can be my bookies lol

>>31880960
I think we need to give her space but make her more than welcome when she returns. Let's not panic though.

>>31882224
I can only endure so much foolishness before I lay down the law.

>>31882265
Glad someone else thought that was hot...

>>31882506
>Dance german traditional dances
>Girls wear dirndls and braid up their hair
I can appreciate all of this.

>>31882447
>Cliffhanging on the quiet before the storm.
Jerk.

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>>31882506
Youtube instruction videos of people stripping and cleaning their guns.

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>>31882447
Damn! Errors everywhere in this one.
My brain malfunctioned. I want a do-over!

>all this, and I've barely passed through the door
>"well Judith, show me what you've cleaned."
>she gives me the tour
>the floor is vacuumed, spots on the carpet removed
>everything is dusted including the ceiling fans
>the bathroom and kitchen are disinfected
>windows cleaned
>even laundry is done, folded, and put away
>the apartment looks so clean, I hardly want to live in it for fear of messing it up
>looks great though
>"I am so sorry Rose made you do all of this," I offer
>Judith shrugs, "It ist okay. I did get bored vonce I turned off zhe movie."
>I stay silent, not really knowing what to say
>Judith picks up on this and continues to speak, "She really vasn't bad today. Juss reclusive. She vas in a mood and told me she vanted peace und quiet..."
>the young german girl smiles, "I enjoyed it, so no worries, ja?"
>I decide to smile back, "yeah, no worries... Tomorrow will be fun."
>I debate in my head what to do next
>go for it
>I place my left hand around the back of the waffengeist's head, lean down and kiss her, "Thanks for everything, Judith."
>"Ja, meine liebe..."
>later at night, while to two were detracted by a game of cards, I decide to check my laptop's history
>Rose did say she looked up who stared in Suckerpunch
>let's see what a rifle looks at on the internet
>on second thought, ignorance might be bliss
>I mean, do I really want to know?
>She probably just looked up the information and turned the laptop off again, right?
>What else would a weapon spirit be interested in anyway on the vast expanses of the world wide web?
>probably nothing, right?
>If anything-
>ANYTHING... she probably would only shitpost loudly in AR Generals
>I figure I could care less what Rose did on my laptop...
>but in the name of science, I decide to open it up anyway and scroll through it

>>31882624
>Waffegeists getting off Ian's Forgotten Weapons disassembly portion
>Doing the deed to Larry Potterfield's How to Build an AR

I can start doing that today, but still...

>>31882688
Depending on the gun, either it's the equivalent of Health Education/Sex Ed. or porn, depending on how desperate and/or degenerate the gun is.

>>31882688
>geists imaging themselves in hickok45's experienced, capable hands
>"Let's reach out and touch that gong."
>ping
>ping
>ping
>ping
>anon comes home to find his bedspread drenched in hoppes

>>31882506
im betting some old school gun manuals

or dissasembled guns

>>31882715
Guns shouldn't be cleaning themselves without a human around to do it for them.

>>31882630
what was the difference

>>31882597
I took a long, hard look at my story... buckle in.

>>31882701
You get 150 points for applying your knowledge.

>>31882855
Guard detected.

>>31883154
6-7 grammatical errors that I had to fix.

>>31883208
I'm not saying they can't, just that they shouldn't. Too messy.

Then again, with my rules, geists are either rifle or human, cannot manipulate their self (they have to be acted upon by an external force) nor manipulate other geists physically (as such, no shooty with another). As such, Viveca requires Boar to clean her regardless of form, and cannot use some other geist they found to use for double fire power.

However, doesn't mean they can't pick something up that isn't a geist or put on/take off cloths.

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>>31883208
Shit.

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>>31881546
It always takes me forever to read your story because I must have wiki opened in another tab, but I always feel like I learn something.

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>>31883366
well, i always wanted it to be sort of technical, but i never imagined this many people would read it.

Lets put it like this:
i'm happy if you like to read it

and i'd be delighted if it sparks an interest is someone

well I'm back not sure if that's a good thing or bad thing time to fire up where I last left off. >>31827178
Day 54 2days till deployment in lower sector.
Well we are having issues it seems that the reason the whole power grid was disabled was because it was interconnected to that lower level. Issue is we cant seem to shut it off, ever time we lower power production levels the demand from that area spikes, leaving our own defense systems down, which is not good.

So I spent some time with Selvia , I never realized how fluffy and soft her tail and ears were till now...
Man I really got to start making moves on her. Why couldn't they give me some more social skills in the tank??
well so me bill and joe are all back together we will be going down with mark and his group. Our primary mission is to clear any and every hostile.
Luckily it wont be only us and mark its going to be us mark his 6 cleaners and 10 other squads of 6 cleaners.
We also ripped some of the information off the memory chips we found. It seems that they were working on AI and biological specimens down their when the Ai management system encountered some sort of glitch and went rouge. Hopefully the biological stuff is dead as the shit on the footage was horrifying to say the least.
Imagine a large dog, now imagine it has plates on it that look like bone, now it also has teeth that are reinforced ceramic that it naturally grows.
well lets hope our weapons work well against any of these monstrosity's

>>31883603
Day 55 1 day till deployment,
I have been fiddle fucking around. Trying to distract myself with manga and shit, but I am still slightly nervous about this mission. mainly that I don't want to leave selvia alone.

I mean we have been together for a bit and I think it would be rough on her if I were to die.. I still keep wearing her good luck charm.

She baked me some food today was potatoes with corn and beef, she used some type of seasoning that made it taste pretty god damn fucking good.

>>31883445
Don't change a thing! If there's one thing I love, it's a good documentary.
>doesn't gain any points with women though
>tfw they see learning is a disease
>mfw they say my Planet Earth bluray set is boring
>mfw my favorite episode is Caves...

>>31883638
day 56 we hit the floor running.
Mark and his cleaners entered first and me and the guys were behind them. We used a recon bot a small little ball like thing threw it down a hole we drilled in the elevators floor. it picked up nothing so we went in...
hell you ever read the poem a perfect day for banana fish? Where the fish go in a hole and cant get out and die. Well that's pretty much what happened.
It was a cluster fuck. The cleaners went in and we went in.
Fuck man joe is gone.
I cant even remember where it went wrong.
Mabey it was when we went through that door at the end of the hallway. it was too narrow. little did we know that some of the walls were false. They came in from the sides.
sure the cleaners got some of the bots. but they just kept pouring out.
Flaming metal was spraying every where .
We tried to keep our cool but they forced us deeper and deeper in.
with in the first half hour we lost 30 men... either to blades, or in joes case, a fucking plasma round through the gut.
I know the risk comes with the work but I cant forget seeing him fall with that hole in his chest.
Right through his heart.
I mean he probably didn't even feel a thing.
Hell if anything that's what bothers me the most about these robots.
Their shots are perfect, Their tactics are flawless.
the ones we faced must have been the older ones.
We are currently trapped in what appears to be an old storage room we have cleared it and blocked the two entrances and have people watching the air vents.
Mark says we will be getting reinforcements in 6 hours.
I hope its soon enough, but for some reason I hope they attack, I want to make them pay...

>>31883844
day 56 continued 5 hours till reinforcments.
The god damn fucking robots are fucking with us.
They are playing old recordings of the earth federation and shit. Sometimes they distort it or slow it down.
Other times they play what must have been security footage from when they first attacked all you can hear are screams of people, and desperate pleas to the robots to stop attacking.
Now they are starting to play strange music. Shit its pissing me off so much I just want to charge out and kick their smug bot asses.

>>31883880
day 56 4 hours till reinforcments
Mark has been the main pillar of leadership, telling us that we can make it out if we stay together and think it out. He also told us to turn off our radio sets as the bots could pick up the signals.
He also said that we should be weary of infrasound, and other means of psychological manipulation.
Apparently bots can play humans like a fucking fiddle, now they are fucking with the lights in the room turning them on and off and banging on the doors along with the shit they had done before with the sounds.

>>31884024
day 56 3 hours till reinforcments.
God fucking damn I hate these fucking bots I hate them hate isn't the right word I will never hate them enough. it wasn't enough to kill joe or the other guys no, they took their bodies and wired them up not only that but they had some sort of speech modulators hooked up so they would just say why didn't you save me. Dear god their bodies were shredded and you could see where the bots put metal implants to fix the broken bones and torn muscle.
I put 4 fucking railgun rounds in joe before he went down. He ran at us like a fucking animal.
He screamed at bill "why didn't you save me"
His face was all distorted. They took his helmet off. his eyes though.
They almost looked alive. They had that spark but his movements were off they were too ridged he had to have been dead.
dear god I hope we get out of here soon.

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FAL's stories are now back in the bin. Enjoy!

http://pastebin.com/u/Falwritefag

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>>31884156
What's the skinny on FAL, Fluffy? Or, do we know yet?

>>31884281
That's classified information

>>31884281
Fair enough. I just hope she's okay is all.

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>>31884156
Great to hear

You out there RPKanon? I've been waiting on the next part of Viktoria

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>>31883776
Not that I'm complaining. Since I am single, I can drink beer while watching Apocalypse Now with my raifus and not have to apologize to anyone...

>>31884370
Don't worry, things improved

>>31884647
That calms my worry. I can drink to that. If you're in contact, send her my support.

>>31884618
"I love the smell of lipbalm in the morning!"

>>31884156
Thank you Fluffs.
And mama FAL too.

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>>31884785
Rose does too

>"I think RPK is sexier. The teasing he writes is absolute torture. Plus I feel like I've gained a few pounds reading his stuff."

D'aww.

>>31884991
wait which story is this..
I made the mistake of reading the Vietnam fal story .. I feel sad now..

>>31884069
day 56 2 hours till reinforcments
God damn we lost two more men. And I think what ever got them is still here. all I know is that what ever impaled them did it fast. hell I cant keep speaking into my data log. I got to stay aware.

>>31885033
Check "Viktoria". It's still very much a work in progress but I've got all kinds of ideas for things to put into it and none of them are endings.

Sorry for not updating it much today. I got to take her out for a while today and then had some other not fun things to deal with.

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>>31884991
"Ja."

http://pastebin.com/5137pEua a present for all you carin people in thread.

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Slow night tonight... good time for me to write...
I figure all y'all might want some up and coming... indecency...
Only a little though. You guys deserve it.

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Hi guys, I haven't written in about a month and whenever I'm alone (quite a bit) I have a bad case of the feels, so I'm gonna write here and see if it's any good for the soul. here goes

My FAL
>December 20th 2019, after a few weeks of living in peace with jane while the situation at home normalized(the caliphate of canada invaded and was soon pushed back, jane, my trusty home built 6.5 G-3 derived rifle, and I guided the incursion along with my friend jameson, leading to the army building momentum off the destruction of an important rallypoint and the war passing us by) I suggested we head to california, as I had some bussiness to attend to, since the federal pre-emption of 2017, passed months after I left california meant that I could get it out without a stop at the border checkpoint. funny how california had border security on states of america, but practically welcomed mexican terrorists into the country with blowjobs and payment for the pleasure. I felt it was time I went back for Daisy.

>>31885929
Ha, and I was just about to announce I was almost finished with Part 3. Kinda glad to be done with it, to be honest. Will post tomorrow, as I plan to head to bed soon.

This PTR, right?

>>31885948
Yup.

>>31885060
I'm enjoying your story anon. I want to discover the secrets of the installation.

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so when am i getting to read more rugerchan?

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Good night /wfg/. I'll be shitposting stories soon.

>>31886301
I know, right?

>>31886301
Hey guard, any other stories you read or follow? I think 10/22 still get more soon.

>>31886301
>>31886408
>tfw juggling three stories already
Assuming that's aimed at me. Give me till Monday and I may have something worth posting. Assuming I can think of a good premise/situation.

>>31885946
>Jane and I set out to visit my parents in northern california, it wasn't too terribly long of a drive, just two-three days, we'd be picking up daisy at the house. my father and I had gotten her in late 2016, just before the laws changed, and I'd left the state about eight months later in search of a job as a machinist in montana, I thought back to my days with her before I left, we had a hell of a lot of fun shooting even in matches at the club in manteca, though waking up to get there before the match started was usually hell.
>we were half way into idaho when I looked over at Jane, and saw her looking out the window, not with her usual disposition, but with an awareness of nature around her. she had always been aware of nature around her, and had made me aware of it. But this... This was different. Gone was the aura of peace and enjoyment in the beauties of nature that she exhibited when we took a long walk in the snow covered forest around my house, which, in one direction, was twenty miles to town, and in the other, might be many more into wilderness. She seemed to be scanning the trees, like she was expecting something to strike out at her.
Are you okay, sweety? >I said as I reached out and grabbed her shoulder
>Ah-I'm fine.
>she was shuddered and drew in sharp breaths for a few seconds
"Jane, I know you aren't. was it the canyon?"
>"yeah. It just all happened so quick, the shots and then the next thing I know we're on top of the ridge and it starts hailing bullets"
"yeah. It's a bitch."
>"You've been around much longer than I have. does it ever go away?"
"Well, when I was a kid, there was a person in my life who'd snap at me. when he did, it was far more terrifying than anything in that canyon. occasionally I think about the times he snapped at me and forget where I am, what I'm doing and just stare in horror at the air before me."
>"jesus, did it ever stop?"
"the flashbacks usually don't happen. just when I'm idle and thinking about it already.

>>31885946
>>31886630
gonna bin this yourself or want me to start one?

If the first, please post a link. if the second, what title

>>31886611
Wheres my SigSenpai, anonkun.

>>31886677
I don't have a pastebin yet, but I have a basic idea of how it goes to the end, and a detailed memory of how it's gone so far, if you want you can archive, I'm thinking the title will be "Anon in the woods." or something.

>>31886897
works for me.

http://pastebin.com/mM8VUPFV

http://pastebin.com/V32Ny4xs

This is what I got so far. Send feedback please, I want to improve.

>>31886421

10/22 is stuck in a writer's block trying to write a lewd scene.

Once that's done I have about 15 more days of 10/22 in my head. It'll start skipping around a bit - I. E. first Christmas, one year anniversary, [redacted], meeting [redacted], and more.

Actually skipping around a bit in the DT order, working on DTHW 9 as well as ES4. Haven't been able to get in touch with some of my readers lately. Hope they're okay.

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>>31885697
>cover me like a toaster strudel, nigga

>>31886718
Rumor has it that you'd draw for writefags? Just heard some anon say it, so I wanted to check with the man himself

>>31887507

I can't really say there is anything at all wrong in the way you write by just reading it.

Would easily spend another lunch break reading more/10

What's the best food for writing besides unprecedented amounts of black coffee and cigarettes? I feel like I will make progress on Russian defector story today. Working title is The Rain Came Through the Window, referencing the beginning when Sergei is woken up from the rain hitting his face. The symbolism there is this man going from a quiet, comfortable life to BLYAT EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE BORIS WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

>miss you MamaFAL, come back soon

>>31888699
>What's the best food for writing besides unprecedented amounts of black coffee and cigarettes?
Alcohol and maybe something crunchy.

>>31888743
>alcohol
I turn 21 in a month, until then I have to take life dry. If it wasn't 0730 I'd love a cold Shiner right now.

>>31887507
I quite like it, especially since the Victorian Era waffegeists aren't something we have currently.

>>31888751
Man, they must be responsible, I know I used to grow a goatee and the cashiers at the walmarts and gas stations would automatically assume I'm older than 21.

>>31887706
Then I'd just skip it, unless actually pertinent to the story

>>31888794
I've got a beard and I look like I'm pushing 40 because I smoke like a train and don't get much sleep, but I always get carded.

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>>31888743
Beer and cheap take out pizza has pulled me out of several blocks.

>>31881127
May I ask what the 'DTHW ES4' is?

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>>31888699
I just play pic related, listen to Perturbator, and keep my eyes open for any gun gore threads or any rhetoric from anti-gun nuts.

Now I'm feeling the need to refine some part, but expect Part 3 to be up this evening after my classes.

New Viktoria? New Viktoria.

>By the time I grab my wallet and pull myself out of the car she's already waiting by my door, practically jumping with joy.

>"Somebody looks excited." I say amusedly

>"Of course I am! I've never been shopping before!"

>"Well come on then. No sense waiting out here."

>Just as we're about to start on our way, I remembered something. I pop the trunk and ruffle around my bug out bag.

>After a few seconds I find what I was looking for, a dark earth beanie.

>"Hey V! Put this on. It'll cover your ears.

>"Do you not like my ears?"

>"I think they're cute and all but it's to help keep people from realizing you're a rifle."

>"Oh, okay." She says glumly. "At least it will keep them warm."

>I reach up and ruffle her hair

>"You'll be fine. Now let's head in."

>She slides the beanie on and begins to follow me, quickly catching up

>"Hey anon?"

>"What's up?"

>"Do you think people might see us together and think we're...you know...a couple?"

>"Maybe. Is that a problem for you?"

>Her face goes red.

>"No...It's not bad at all. Plus there's a lot worse looking people you could be seen with." She jokes in a very awkward and forced tone

>As we near the doors I feel a hand tugging at my sleeve

>I look down and see her hand is outstretched, open and inviting.

>Without missing a beat I grab her hand, noticing a faint smile starting to appear on her face.

>"You did good Anon" I think to myself. "You did good."

>>31889024
>Handholding
Too lewd anon. Too lewd.

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>>31889024
Neko girl with a beanie...
>d-don't stop!

>>31889092
Guess only catgirls look good with beanies...
>insert more vodka and cigarettes to Viveca.

Is this only for weebshit or would you also read just random short stories that are /k/ related

>>31889175
It's for any stories /k/ related.

>>31889181
Well cool. Haven't done this in ages, so do you have any short story theme requests? Just something general, like helicopters or tanks that I can crank out a sub 2k story later.

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>>31880531
Working on a thing, wrote this as a test run to try out concepts and prose. What does /k/ think?

http://pastebin.com/MbEZvFmu

>>31889196
Phew, no idea. Go with what you'd like. That's what a lot of us do, just write what we like

>>31889229
Phew, like it

>>31887507
You've done pretty well, my only complaint is that there isn't more yet!

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>>31887507

One of my favorite tropes in fiction is technological gaps. I really enjoy it when a character has to explain/show the marvels of their (relatively) advanced technology to someone else. Things like GATE, Zipang, and other shows really strike that trope well.

So I'm very excited to see someone write about it, especially with a raifu. Just because it seems to be focusing on that trope alone, you have already shot up to be one of my favorite writefags.

>>31889024

>Going through the doors was like walking into a whole new world for her. Racks of clothing, scantly clad mannequins, and countless shoppers populated the floor.

>Like any girl, she went wild.

>"This credit card bill is gonna suck" I think to myself.

>All the while, Viktoria is darting around the store like a terrier on cocaine.

>"Anon come here!"

>"What is it?"

>"Come look at this!"

>"Fine."

>I walk over, sightseeing on my short walk over. I notice the women's sportswear section and decide we'll be going through there before we leave.

>"Anon I really like this one!" She squeaks, holding a plain olive parka

>"It's on sale for pretty cheap. Do you want it?"

>Her eyes light up

>"You'd really buy it for me?"

>"Well I told you we were going clothes shopping didn't we?"

>She squeals and flings herself at me, wrapping her arms around mine, pinning them to my sides

>You'rethebestyou'rethebestyou'rethebest

>An older woman looks at us from the next isle over, tapping her husband and motioning in our direction

>He smiles, loudly saying "They're just like us when we were young!" and plants a kiss on her forehead. She lightly backhands him in the stomach, causing him to laugh before they continue o

>"Alright V... you can let go now. People are starting to stare" I say with a slight laugh

>"Fine..." she says, blushing but definitely frustrated.

>"Anon, now that we've got something, are we going to go?"

>"Nah. I'm buying you way more than this."

>She hugs me again, and the old man from the next isle over laughs once more.

>"Just like us."

>>31889499
Rpk a cute and a pure. Please don't stop.

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>>31881529

Going to go for the rare 2-in-1 thread with another post of A Small Zone of Comfort.

The op pastebin of this story is still under construction, so in the meantime refer to the pastebin here >>31881480

Part 4 - Vampire Weekend

It had been a couple of days, but you were gaining that confidence back again. It helped that you were finally headed in the right direction, you felt.

You had just run into another stalker. Although at first a tense meeting, things calmed down when he offered to share some lunch and shoot the shit. During this time, he told you a little about the area, it’s history, and generally what to look out for. He was surprised to find someone else out here, as there hadn’t been anything good to find except the occasional boar. When you mentioned the place you were looking for, he became a quiet for a bit.

“What you’re referring to is the Clear Sky base. Or was. I was one of ‘em.” he says somberly, pointing to his faded blue and white patch patch.

Your curiosity peaked, but his expression tells you it’s something not worth prodding.

>>31889024
>>31889499
This is gonna be the most awkward funeral viewing I've ever witnessed...

>>31889572

“Good man, all of them were.” Another pause. “Anyways, you’re headed the right way. Once you get to the sunken church, vear a little right until you come across a small fishing hamlet with a sunken dock. Past the wall of tall trees and reeds, through the broken fence, you’ll find what’s left. “

He gets up, apparently tired of the conversation.

“My name is Vinya,” he says as he dons his pack once again.

“Blank” you respond in kind, moving to do the same.

“Listen, I haven’t been back to the base since, well, for a while. And I don’t plan on going back. Fact is, I usually avoid this area and keep north. Nothing good can be found here anymore. My advice is that you grab whatever the hell it is you’re looking for, and leave. With no one here to bother them anymore, the mutant population has exploded, and that emission a couple of days ago was one of the most intense I’ve seen this close to the zone border.”

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind. “ you reply, waving as he departs north into the vastness of the swamps.

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>>31889581

[_________________]

It had been a couple of hours now, and you finally see the church. Part of the main steeple was crooked, but seemingly pointed you in the right way.

As you take a quick rest underneath it’s broken roof, you hear the distant growl of one of the swamps boars. A moment later, and it appears a little closer. You climb up a bit on some makeshift scaffolding you’ve found within the dilapidated house of prayer.

There’s a singular boar there, slowly walking towards the building. Around 400 yards out, but approaching at a decent speed.

You’ve taken on a few boars already, but mostly when the opportunity favored you. And with this elevation, and warning, this would be a good time as any. Plus the alternative of trying to sneak out wasn’t really viable, as he was unknowingly walking straight towards you.

As you are about to climb back down, deciding on trying to ambush it with your smaller firearm, your attention is drawn to the SVD. You still haven’t had any practice with it. And if Mr. Green’s advice and your maintenance were to be trusted, it was capable of firing. Despite not having a scope, there was a basic set of ironsights.

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>>31889592

You want to be sure that, in a pinch, this will really do the job. And you’ve been itching to put this thing to use.

One bullet, you decide. If it malfunctions, better now when you’re up high and safe. If it misses, you’ll probably scare the thing off and be able to go on your way. And if you hit, maybe you’d make Uncle Peter proud.

You lower yourself back down into a prone position, and using your bag to stabilize the front of the rifle, you rest it’s 24 inch barrel on top.

The boar is about 150 yards away now, taking a pause to sniff the area. Maybe he’s onto something.

You reconfirm the ammunition present in the magazine, and slide in inwards.

Carefully racking the bolt. You doubt it could hear you this far, but just in case.

The boar is now continuing onwards, still towards you, but at a leisurely pace.

At about 100 yards you try your best to sight it in. Remembering the advice of your uncle, you slowly exhale. Trying to relieve any tension that would disturb the shot. The rifle moves itself up a bit, probably a result of your tight grip.

The boar, somehow sensing impending danger, bolts right.

The rifle shifts right as you press the trigger that extra travel.

>>31889598

The sharp crack echoes through the swamp. The tense silence around you, as you exhale.

There’s no way you got that shot, you think. You don’t remember shifting the rifle to try and track the target, but it was a dumb move you think. But somehow you went for it.

As you look closer, the boar is still there, slumped.

Excitement builds; a nostalgic echo of when you hit your first target with Uncle Peter.

You got it! You gleefully slung the rifle on your back, and hurdley make your way down.

A few hours later, and you’re roasting swamp boar in the dusk twilight as you rest the rifle in your lap.

“You shot beautifully.” you abistmedly voice your thoughts.

“Thank you.” a subtle voice on the wind carries to your ears.

Yep, your brain is still fried. But with a stomach full of fresh boar, a now proven rifle in your lap, and direction in your journey, you’re looking forward to tomorrow.

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>>31889603

[_________________]

The orange haze of the late afternoon sun dyed the surrounding trees in a brilliant mosaic of fall colors. You curse slightly as you continue to make your way through the rough thicket. No wonder you couldn’t find this place; you’re not even sure how people used to go to and from here if it was this difficult every time. You can start to see a few structures through the leaves, indicating you were almost there.

Scraping against the last bush, you emerge into a small clearing. The overgrown and dilapidated structures reminding you of most of the other buildings you’ve seen in The Zone, but these seem to have a bit more character.

A ramshod collection of overturned tables on some wood planking indicated some sort of outdoor eating area. A tall building with broken lights and bent antenna display what was once the command center of the most informed groups in the zone. And at the other end, by a tall fence, was a rather large entrance to a brick building. Rusted out cars filling the space in between.

As you walked on, looking around with your rifle at the ready, you note the long scattered ashes of fire pits. The scenery now illuminated by your flashlight.

It’s quiet here. Not even the usual echos of the swamp life at night could be heard. Curious, you hadn’t seen a bit of wildlife since you came through the thicket. Maybe it’s too hard even for the hearty wildlife that inhabit this corner of the zone.

You walk up to the abandoned dinning area, hoping to scrounge some non perishables.

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>>31889612

Setting the rifle down on the outdoor counter, you hop over. Accidently scattering a few empty cans over, you curse slightly at the noise that was louder than usual. Taking a pause, you don’t notice anything odd as you continue to sort through cans. Behind a case of rusted out ammunition, you found a few extra cans of Tourist's Delight. Better than nothing, as you turn around and hop back over the counter.

And that’s when you see it. Only for a moment, but it was unmistakable. A tall, lanky figure, running right at you.

But it’s not there anymore. Your pistol is now raised as you hurriedly make your way to the rifle left on the counter.

Suddenly, intensinse panting could be heard. Not in front-

You’re tackled to the ground, hand still firmly on the pistol. What you see ontop of you now is absolutely terrifying.

Humanoid in shape, but wearing nothing but pale, leathery skin, it would almost be called human if not for it’s head. Completely devoid of any hair, it’s near featureless face stared at you with bright, almost glowing white eyes.
But lower than that, it had no chin. Just a swath of foot long mandibles that wiggled every which way, seemingly angry at your resistance.

A searing hot pain on your neck as one of the face appendages manages to slide against your neck, offering a trail of crimson in it’s wake. Noticing the blood, it increases in its frenzy; getting closer and overcoming the limited strength you use to keep it away.

Mistakenly, your grip tightens on the makarov and sends a round flying eternally into the night. Using its distracted state, you kick it off and roll out from under it.

Kneeling now, it’s disappeared once again. You are sure it hadn’t got away, and the now familiar breathing you hear confirms it. Knowing what’s coming next, you turn just in time to see it lunge at you.

Doing an unrelated story inspired by replies of an earlier post. I wanted to draw it but I have no time.
>>31882701
>>31882715
Serial 1, signing on(I should really start namefagging) for a non-Serial 1 story.

It has been three months since you and Elise's paths have crossed. She is a license-built Elisco Tool M-16 that you bought from a friend who needs the money for a jeepney. He had no idea that what he considered merely as a weapon would be the greatest companion you would ever have.

She greets you after a long day of work with a clean house and a delectable meal. A perfect girl all in all, but as time goes by, you notice her oddities in behavior.

For example, there was a time where you went through the washer for some keys that you thought were in there along with your pants. After searching halfway through the pile, you find not one but two STANAG pattern mags in there along with a PMag. You call her out on this and she blushes as she apologizes for *misplacing* them.

She also takes a long time to use the bathroom. You had no idea why until you noticed your old Android phone you loaned to her and a pair of headphones sitting on a rack inside.

You thought nothing about those until today.

Boss called in for a half day due to some things in the office, and so you went home early in the afternoon. As you enter the gate, you cannot help but notice that the house was eerily silent.

The solid wooden door is open. Nothing seemed to be off inside as you swing open the screen door.

"Elise, I'm home!", you call out.
No response. Did she turn back to her rifle form, or...

>*CRASH* *clank* *click*
Your mind thought for the worst. You withdraw your Rock Island 1911 from your IWB holster as you begin scouring the house in silence. What could have happened to her? You continue to sweep through all the rooms until you come into her room.

The door was closed. You quickly turned the knob and swung it open, ready to see what is happening inside.

>>31889624

Before it makes contact, however, another figure collides into it.

Wearing a faded military uniform, gasmask, and with a blue and white band tied around it’s arm, this other stalker had just tackled the creature, giving you a brief moment to ready your pistol. Not having time to look for the rifle, you run over to where the two are. The creature seemingly having no interest in this new stalker as it struggles to throw them off.

With the pistol at the ready, you run at the creature.

“Get off them!” you yell, eager to try to pay back the favor to your savior.

The other stalker relinquishes the creature, and before it has time to adjust itself you put a quick succession of bullets into it’s chest. However, it’s still writhing. Not sure if it was just wounded, or dying, you fish another magazine out and feed it shakily into your trust makarov. Another three rounds into it’s head, and it now lies limp.

The echos quickly disappearing into the surrounding darkness.

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>>31889635

You turn around to thank the other stalker, but they are no longer there. They too were pulling the disappearing act.

“Ah fuck, I am tired of this bullshit” you mumble under your mask as you wearily step forward, deeper into the base.

“Hello?” you ask. This might be one of those Clear Sky members that is still hanging around. You wouldn’t want to piss them off by stealing their stuff; especially after they had saved your life.

But there is no response, the familiar quiet of the overgrown compound filling your senses.

There, at the other side. You see the figure once more, impossibly far away. You can’t make out many details from here, just the uniform, tied color band, and the familiar gasmask most stalker wore. You also note they are incredibly tall, using the rusted out car they were standing next to as a reference.They seemed to be pointing to their right, into the wide opening of the brick building. You glance to see what they’re pointing at, and looking back at them they are once again gone.

You glance back, wishing you could have found your rifle for this. You’re not sure whats going on here, but Vinya’s advice of not sticking around is first in foremost in your mind. You corner the entrance wide, flashlight and pistol cutting increasingly wider slices into the building.

>>31889643

Standing in the middle of the abandoned garage, to the side of the rusted out car, is that stalker again.

“Hey-” you call out. They once again respond by pointing, this time up.

You follow their finger, up into the rafters, trying your best to keep them in your peripheral.

The flashlight catches on some cloth, the same faded blue and white of the stalker’s armband. It seems to be wrapped around something up there.

Looking back down to ask, they are once again gone.

You sigh, and holster the makarov. You figure if they wanted to kill you and suck your blood like that creature sitting in the dirt outside, they would have done that already.

“Okay, I’ll check it out. I guess” you voice out loud, hoping the stalker-turned-houdini would hear it.

Outside, you find a rotting wooden ladder to use, and bring it inside. Some of it’s rungs are rotted away, but you’ll make do. It’s tall enough to get you within reaching distance.

Balancing it against the wall, you climb up into the crawl space above. There are quite a lot of crates up here, you note. Promising to look through the rest, you sit up in the rafters, legs dangling, as you remove the cloth around the first package.

A metal box. Curious, you shake it. A metal rattling is heard inside. You use your knife to wedge the rusted hinge open. A note is the first treasure you find inside.

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>>31889646

Aidan,
It has been a few weeks now. None of the boys have come home, and I am starting to worry you’ll be taking your time as well. I can no longer stay here, the three of us left have closed down shop and will soon go our separate ways. I know you used to loose these packages all over the place, but for your sake I hope you find this one. It’s what you left with me. Would you be surprised that there was a whole crate of spares back in here to use? I’ve polished and tuned it the best I could. I hope you find this when you come back, and it continues to provide luck to that rifle of yours.
-S

You flip over the note, and look into the box. There, wrapped in another layer of cloth, is a PSO-1 4x scope. Exactly what you’ve been looking for.

You decide to take it. As Vinya explained, you doubt anyone was coming back for this.

You’re not sure why you’re this excited, but you are ecstatic now that you are one step closer to a complete rifle. The sooner you can get this together, the sooner you feel you can go north and find your brother. It just feels right having this scope. You hop back down, eager to find the rifle back at the dining tables. But it’s sitting there, ready to greet you as soon as you step off the ladder.

The other stalker brought it here? You didn’t hear anything when you were up there, though. But looking at the rifle brings you to the sad realization that you still don’t have the scope mount for this thing. And that the handguard is still broken.

You sigh. You’re a bit closer, but not by much. You carefully replace the scope back into the cloth, and put it on the side of your pack. This’ll be useful for scouting at least.

Deciding that the other stalker wasn’t going to make themselves know, you settle in for the night. It was more dangerous to wander in the dark, you haul all of your equipment and rifle back into the rafters to spend the night.

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>>31889657

You didn’t get much sleep, as you were awoken with the occasional wooden creaking; surprisingly loud with how quiet everything else was. In the morning, you sift through some of the other crates. Most of what was in here was severely waterdamanged, being stored this high in a roof that had seen better days. You did find a good haul of ammunition, however. More cases of 7.62×54mm R than you know what to do with, let alone carry.

You grab a few boxes and push the rest of the crate to the corner, laying an extra tarp ontop of it. You’re not sure if you’ll ever want to come back, but if you do you’ll know where to find more. You also find a small cache of paperwork. One of the stacks, sealed in a plastic envelope, seems of particular importance. Oh a whim you decide someone might want it, and take it as well. Finding a few extra rations and miscellaneous supplies, you feel pretty well stocked as you descend the ladder once again.

The rifle was sitting down at the base, once again waiting for you. You don’t remember knocking it down, though.

You’re losing it, you decide. The voices, and now you can’t even keep straight where you’ve been putting things.

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>>31889664

But right next to it sits a crudely wrapped package of something. Opening it, you recoil instantly when you see the tentacle appendages of the monster from last night, roughly cut off and bundled together.
No you’re not crazy, this confirms. Or not as crazy as you think. The other stalker did this for you last night? It crudely reminded you of something your cat Misha did, laying dead birds, and sometimes rats, on your front porch in the morning. But why did they need the rifle? Are these valuable, somehow?

You gather up the rifle, rewrap the “present,” and set back out. You’ve found all you can here, and you really don’t want to overstay your welcome.

“Thank you!” you yell out, glancing one more time to see if they were watching you go. You disappear into the ticket once more, heading back to the rookie camp.

And he’s conquered the swamps. And something else, too.


Sorry that I interupted a few stories; by the time I realized I was a few posts in. Please forgive me!

And any comments and/or critiques would be more than welcome.

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>>31889024
>>31889499

>>31889628

The characteristic two-piece triangular M-16 hand guard lay flat against the tiled floor, and not too far off was the upper receiver. Right on the seat of the office chair were the lower receiver and the fixed stock that somehow has come off. One of your PMags lay on the table, drenched in what appears to be a sticky fluid...Hoppe's No. 9?! Her magwell also appears to be full of the stuff too, filling the room with that banana scent.

A look at the monitor shows an entire playlist of Midway's How to Build an AR-15 with that man Larry Potterfield.

You take a look at the scattered rifle parts and begin to laugh with your overreaction.
What a silly girl, disassembling herself...

Wait...No.

She wasn't disassembling herself.

Your laughter begins to fade as you fall into a sudden realization.

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>>31889846
>you bought a deviant M16

>>31889846
Please continue.

>>31889628
>>31889846
so to clarify, this isnt in line with the standard serial one and i should make a new bin titled elise or something?

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>>31889846
It's PTRfag. I'm liking those handguards...
>my "downgraded" Bushmaster
>Implying I care what /arg/ says

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>>31890462

>>31889499

>I sling the parka over my shoulder and continue walking around. Surprisingly she doesn't look at very much besides plain white undershirts and earthy colored jackets. Even then she'll only ask for it if it's on sale.

>She's so thoughtful.

>"Hey V?"

>"Yo."

>"Need any underwear while we're here? There's a whole section for it if you do."

>"I only have one pair so let's look around."

>"Aight."

>We make our way over, and I place our items down on a bench.

>"This is cute!" She exclaims, holding up a pair of plain black lace panties

>"Heh. So you're into lace?"

>"Of course I am. It's comfy!"

>"Well if you want some more variety then there's a Victoria's Secret on the way to the food court. It's pricey but I hear they have nice stuff."

>"Can I pick out this pair while we're here?"

>"Yeah, sure."

>"Thank you! Is there a place for me to try these o-ANON!"

>"Wat"

>"What are those?" She asks suspiciously, pointing to a rack of bras?

>"I dunno man there's like ten different things there. Gotta be specific."

>She huffs and walks over to the rack, making her way to the far side before retrieving something from it.

>"These! I mean these!" She yells, waving something black above her head

>"Would you get over here so I can see it?"

>She stops waving it but her hand remains in the air. She begins grumbling something, lowers her hand, and walks to me.

>"These! I mean these!"

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>>31890642
Nah... I'm good.
>your salty tears make great seasoning

>>31888999

Extra Side 4 of Doing-Things H Wanderers, the latest series in Doing-Things, my experimental 5,000+ page non-public/private fiction project. Basically it's a side story to the main DTHW series, but like all the side stories, it ties directly into things in the main series, often going beyond it to show important things I can't in the main one.

Doing-Things in itself is really hard to describe without massive spoilers. Imagine if Tom Clancy, Gene Roddenberry, John Woo, and Shoji Kawamori got together, smoked Kawamori's entire stash in one go, then decided to make the most insane epic saga they could imagine, filled with a huge mix of /a/, /k/, /d/, /m/, and /tg/ content. Then imagine they got John Williams, Martin O'Donnell, Yoko Kanno, JAM Project, and a shitload of J-Pop idols to do the soundtrack.

Yeah. That's sort of what Doing-Things is like.

Would you like to know more?

>>31890708

>She hands me a black piece of fabric. Flipping it around it turns out to be a simple sports bra.

>"Oh this? It's a sports bra. It's like exercise wear."

>"This is a bra? I thought it was some kind of small shirt."

>"I hardly consider it a bra."

>"So it's settled! I want seven of them."

>"Uh...why?"

>"There are seven days in the week and I want to wear one every day."

>"Ehh, makes sense. What about your normal shirts?"

>"Too itchy."

>"Alright, go get a few and see what fits. We'll get more of whatever does."

>As she walks away she does a little happy dance and goes to work picking up as many different sizes as she can carry before coming back.

>"Any reason why you only got black ones? They have more colors you know."

>"Because black will not give away your position in the Mitrovica wood. White will."

>"Fair enough. I forgot you're a soldier."

>"That was long ago. Things are different now, but I still have my habits. Anyway, where can I try these on?

>"There should be a dressing room nearby..." I say, scanning for signs. "Ah, there's one."

>"Would you like to come with me?"

>>31889229
It reminds me a lot of Fallen Dragon, in such a very good way

You must flesh this out

>>31885060
>doin
day 56 1 hour till reinforcements
so what we are down to 34 men total including my self now... WE still don't know what is with us we catch glimpses of steel. God damn bots are playin fucking mind games with us now.
Mark says to stay cool they are trying to get us freaked out to the point where we will fire on our own reinforcements. He says he has been through similar situations before. Considering he is over 400 years old I believe him and have faith.

>>31889473
I'm thinking about doing an American version of gate.... Although it would just turn into Iraq war roflstomp level of degeneracy, with the national guard pulling out m113 Zippos..

>>31887507
I like it a lot anon, though I think it could be better.

I don't know if I like Lilly's lines very much. Not sure you captured her time period very well.

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>>31891119

Hey, I'd be all for that.

Gate is an inherently interesting concept. The first few pages of the LN/pages of manga/episodes of the television show really show potential.


But the main issue is that it starts with both gritty reality of modern militaries and politics, and the sometimes unbelievable nature of a fantasy world. And the way it reconciles this is going full fantasy and leaving behind some of the grounded assumptions the situation would call for. Command, and the mc, start acting according to fantasy tv show rules and leave behind ROE, supply, and other considerations.

That's when I lose it. Fantasy is so special because it is contrasted with what we consider mundane. If you throw that out the window and go "it's all fantasy, everyone's cool," it's not as special and interesting anymore.

Too much in the other direction hurts too. Having the modern military absolutely curb stomp is fun, but without the introduction of the strengths that the fantastical realm has, through our exploration of this new magic, learning about the unbelievible locals, etc, it just turns into a modern military novel. It fails to utilize the almost infinite possibilities that clashing the two genres can display.

Again, though, these are all >opinions

>>31891079
day 57 still in the fucking subsection because were needed.
So lo and behold the reinforcements arrived mark wouldn't open the door until they confirmed through answering a series of questions that they were indeed humans and not bots.

So the reinforcements consists of 200 cqc equipped troops they have heavy exoskeleton suits and are equipped with the same plasma weaponry but it is integrated in the suits right arm leaving their hands free.

These fuckers are the definition of rip and tear, they have 3 foot long high frequency blade that is made out of carbon nanotubes. Those things are sharpened to a molecular level.
same goes for the exoskeletons claws, these guys wanted to push further but mark had them establish a base camp on the upper level.

Most of the work me and bill did was related to setting up the generators and perimeter defense explosives.

Mark also found out some more information it looks like the old earth defense force here was investigating some of the xeno computers they had found when it corrupted the local security system... more worryingly some how it managed to jump the air gap.
Luckily my data pad is dumb and can only accept physical down loads and has no web connection. we have taken to uninstalling all communication gear except radio, this is a little bad as it makes our suits dumb. We no longer have the targeting computers that link to our guns, nor the friend foe identification system.
Were pretty much back to basics, just our gun sights and our eyes.
Luckily we still have our thermal viewers though.

>>31891231
the light novel gets really strange the further on it goes..
I think I might give it a shot... Whole sale rip the universe but just apply it to current day America... k I will ask for assistance with regards to military knowledge as I only know so much. actively correct any issues with regards to military command structure and operation as I am a civy

>>31891231
>Tan skinned elf Rhodesian waifu
HHHHNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!

Okay, fluffy is going to do worldbuilding. In this, I am going to write another story in the same universe as the Jagdtiger shenanigans. But I want to do not a ground vehicle setting. But the same general idea applies, old machines against these Ayys. With maybe upgrades to them, like new engines, electronics, weapons and shit like that. But I have some issues on deciding what the main character/ vehicle going to be. I have some ideas though, and I will list tyen from least to most retarded

>WWII warbird, nig-rigged with haste
>WWII warbird with modern engine, electronics
>50 or 60s piston powered cargo plane converted into a bomber/ missile carrier
>pre-dreadnought battleship
>as above, with reactor power and railguns
>super dreadnought/ fast battleship
>mother fucking ekranoplan

Also, still not sure if I'm gonna run this parallel with JT or wait. This is all on the idea stage anyway. Ideas/ opinions?

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>>31891308
Brown elves are best elves

>>31891359
agreed.. Yao in the manga from gate is da best.

>>31891351
WW2 airbird with nig rigging would be interesting because of the struggles the pilot and plane would face but theu could also get like better upgrades over time to fuck up the ayyys

>>31891351
I vote for both of the first two options.

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>>31891351
>mfw I wish I could help the Fluffy with world building
>mfw I'm on the short bus in this field

>>31891351
i still vote parallel to some extent so you can cross over and such as you see fit. not necessarily dsame storyline, but same time period/general timeframe

>>31891566
just comne to discord already.

>>31891351
>pre-dreadnought battleship
>as above, with reactor power and railguns


Holy fuck YES.

>desperately reriging a floating museum as a heavy weapons platform
>finicky at best
>you are a engineer, tasked as part of a team to make this outlandish concept work
>befriend machine spirit
>at the beginning, you always have to coax her to help/fix herself/identify problems.
>rest of the ship, and captain, identify you as the go-to guy to troubleshoot and make this damn thing run
>shenanigains ensue when things act up
>fightin fuckhuge alien-robot water kaiju

PLEASE. I BEG YOU.

If you end up going the airplane route, I will kill you unless it's Ace Combat tier.

>>31891518
I have been thinking what would happened if you were to fit a P&W R-4360 to something really lightweight, like a Zero

>power goes from ~900hp to over 400
>plane weighs 1100kg without engine
>engine weighs 1700kg. Dry

The hp/ton ratio...

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>>31891593
>ace combat
>ayys

fucking xcom

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D53hIvGrn8c

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>>31891566
Join the discord or I post Jiisuri lewds.

>>31890738
It sounds really interesting but its just not my cup of tea. Thanks for explaining it though.

>>31891725
>>31891583

What discord?

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>>31891606
mean 4000 and not 400 damnit

>>31891593
i-i've never played ace combat...

also, not sure if i want ship-grill. gonna have to think about it

>>31891566
the vehicles isn't the main thing, i just add them in because i find them interesting

also, if ship, they looks something like this

>>31891739

That's cool. It's definitely not for everyone, especially with the sheer amount of insanity (and pages) the franchise has accumulated over the years. Hell, you gotta get through like 5,000 pages of previous content to get to the "current" series, which is an insane thrill ride of its own, if I ever made this shit public to begin with.

Gonna dump some non-spoiler summaries (I wish /k/ allowed spoilers) for each DT series for those who want a little more taste of the madness:

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

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

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

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

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

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>>31891745
Someone should get the link soon.

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>>31891767
Well, it makes ships be much more of an important thing. As far as I can tell, it'd be incredibly easy for the aliens to shoot down aircraft, hence a larger emphasis on fuckhuge armored ships again as the main way to transport goods/people/information.

Could get a lot of worldbuilding too as ship goes from place to place.

>also, not sure if i want ship-grill. gonna have to think about it

Fluffy, buddy, friend, listen. I'd prefer you go ship, but if you go plane thats fine.

But if in any of the stories of deadly weapons platform capable of tearing apart aliens isn't embodied as a cute girl, that's no good.

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>>31891745
Here is link https://discord.gg/EDFa7
Better hurry. Things are getting slick and oily.

>>31891795
>trailsnake

blast from the past

>>31891795
No offense but it really sounds like every time you post how it's some insane 5,000 page adventure that only a select few get to read, it just makes you seem like you're jacking yourself off over the idea of your secret club

How about post something that would make sense to us without needing 5,000 fucking pages of context to grasp the plot

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>>31891801
hmm, those are valid points...

also no ekranoplan love?

>>31891606
Ya to me i just like the idea of a plane spirit and a civilian pilot become aces that fuck up the ayys. And they can use only ww2 planes because of the advanced detection of modern jets or sum shit. also like an American p51 or the jap zero or some german plane would be cool, but i do see a flaw because the plane would have to be a 2 seater or some lewd copilot lap sitting ;)

>>31891849
what kinda guns does thay thing have? idk anything bout that plane

>>31891849
Well that's hot.

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>>31891966
that one had none. It's little sister carrier 6 P-270 Moskits

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>>31891811
Time is running out.

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>>31891583
At work. Won't work on my phone because homo sectz.

>>31891725
[Takei intensifies]

>>31891767
Flames 'n lots of chrome!

>>31891799
>>31891811
>>31892017
Nice...

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>>31892044
Fucc

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>>31892054
"Safe"
lmao

>>31891052
How so and what do you like about my story?

I just looked up the synopsis of fallen dragon and it seems really interesting, though I am going for more of a hard scifi. So no FTL

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Done with Hotline Waffengeist Part 3, and I plan on dumping a portion of it now and the rest later.

June 13th, L.A., California, the apartment
>You and Viveca were washing the dishes after some dinner
>You have the AM radio turned on, as you figured listening to local politics and news was more enjoyable than the music being played on the FM stations.
>For a while now, the news has noted a slew of killings of occurred, with the police trying to downplay it as gang warfare.
>The phone in the living room begins to ring.
>”Hey, this is George from the Taxi company. We have some boys on 546 Palm Street that need to be driven to 984 Star Boulevard at 11:30 tonight. And be sure to stick around the area in case they bring some dates back and need to be driven home. Be sure to bring your cell just in case.”
>Viveca walks into the living room, putting on her breach and giving a very toothy smile and her eyes beaming red.
>Another job?

>>31892267
Oh yeah, and here is the pastebin for the latest chapter http://pastebin.com/jPDKs3ga

>>31892247
>super redundant exoskeletons with invasive tubes everywhere

I just really love the concept of a suit that just won't let you die.

And this seems like the kind of hard scifi I'd read in this day and age.

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>>31892267
Inside the van
>”Cyka blyat, I cannot believe we have to be taxi drivers!” Viveca complained, hitting the car just about the glove compartment.
“If it makes you feel better, I’m not exactly ecstatic about this as well.”
>Clearly a big hit was being planned.
>With you doing carpool, either this was too large of a hit for you, you just happened to be the closest person around with a large enough vehicle, or they needed someone that can clean up any messes.
>The former two you didn’t mind, but the latter only suggests you’re way too deep now.
>You do begin to wonder if your own and Viveca’s life could ever go back to “normal.”
>Would she be okay with shooting only at inanimate targets, clay pigeons, deer, and doves?
>Would you be able to as well?

>>31892316
Agreed. All the little fine details of the suit just injecting various pharmaceutical agents, and other invasive procedures was really wonderful

>>31890952
A little Viktoria never hurt.


>"Lead the way."

>We make our way through the maze of racks, occasionally stopping for her to look at yet more clothes.

>Soon we make it to the dressing rooms, and are greeted by a rather unenthusiastic looking teenager, her face buried in her phone.

>"Room one. On the left and around the corner" she says dryly, her eyes never leaving the screen.

>Viktoria looks at me and makes a sly "come here" motion with her finger.

>Don't have to tell me twice.

>We make our way around the corner, stopping in front of the room all the way on the end.

>I set the load of clothes down, and hand her the few that I thought would fit.

>She grabs a few other items and heads inside

>I immediately sit down on the bench opposite the dressing room, watching her feet dancing around in the small gap between the door and the floor.

>I hear her fumble with her belt and her pants hit the floor, her tail swaying down by her knees. She hooks her pants with her heel and lifts them up, plucking them off and setting them aside.

>She appears to stop moving before I hear her hair ruffle, and her shirt falls beside her.

>She picks up one of the sports bras, attempting to put it on. It must not have fit, because it quickly ends up on the ground.

>She reaches for another bra, and she seems to struggle getting it on, grunting several times

>Judging by the sound of it, it's too small. She begins cursing and grunting again, trying to get it off.

>Suddenly there's a pause.

>"Anoooon"

>"You alright?"

>"I uh...I'm kinda stuck. Can you please help me? The door's not locked or anything."

>"Yeah, sure." I say, pushing it open

>There she stood in her plain black lace panties, with her arms hopelessly stuck in the bra at bizzare angles. Her expression was almost like that of a hopelessly stuck puppy.

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11:10pm, 546 Palm Street
>You pull up to location.
>There on the street were 5 people, a large man in a deer mask with a tiny fidgety child wearing a similar mask, two persons of similar average height wearing all black and a weasel mask each, and one youth in a bulldog mask.
>Viveca got out of her seat and opened the van, waving the group in, and going back to her seat.
>The 5 got inside the van, and attempted in van to try and get comfortable.
>From the back the youth spoke up.
>”So as I wuz axing, is that there a famas?”
>”For ze last time, yes, zis is my famas.” one of the weasels answered in an almost stereotypical French male accent.
>”Aw shit dawg, that is sweet! And you, cracka, who dat girl?”
>“Any more talking from you, and I’ll assume yer some kind of ATF agent.”
>”A’right, a’right, be coo ma-“
“All of you pipe down. You all got a party to go to. I suggest you all get ready.”
>Rest of the trip was largely quiet, save for the sounds of 2 men preparing their gun, and groan from the youth occasionally.

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>>31892422
Even cat-girls cannot solve a bra

>>31892422
I've got a feeling PTR guy's gonna love this next bit.

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>>31892433
11:31pm, 984 Star Boulevard
>You arrive at the destination.
>The building that occupied that space looked like a giant concrete block with some sparse windows here and there.
>You unloaded the group, and all five went in.
>At this time you left, as instructed, took off your mask and just drove around looking for some place to hang around.
>You found a drive-in restaurant, and decided that you and Viveca could wait around here for a little, have a smoke, and maybe a soda.
>Parking at the place, you order yourself some fries for you to share, and Viveca a Pepsi at her insistence.
>During the wait the both of you got out of the van, and had a smoke.
>5 minutes later came your fries and soda, but the two of your kept having a smoke just outside the van, despite the daggers coming out of the server’s eyes.

>>31891825

I've been around these threads for a while.

>>31891848

The problem is, I really don't want to spoil things for my readers, some of which who hang out in these threads and are still in the earlier parts of the metaseries. I've been told half the fun is being surprised by the plot twists, after all. Also, each series' plot has a tendency to change drastically throughout each series, especially the bigger ones with more episodic natures, due to things like "bottle shows", season finales/movies, and so forth.

That said, I'll try to give it a shot without spoiling too much. Gimme a bit to try and work something up.

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>>31892521
>“Think we’re just going to have a more calm night tonight, papa?” said Viveca, while having some of her Pepsi.
“Hope so. Would be a nice change of pace to not have to risk our necks for once.” you said, grabbing some fries.
>”I hope we do see something. I want to give more payback to bastards that keep harming my fellow duh puška.”
“Well, I got the feeling if things go sour, we’re clean-up. If that happens, then you have some more of your payback.”
>”Good. I will be like wild boar, and tear them apart!”
“Slow down there, little miss piggy, don’t get too excited.” you said as you rubbed her head.
>”You know I hate it when you call me that, papa.”
”Bы знaeтe, чтo вы любитe eгo.”
>”Blyat, and know you are learning how to speak my language from glorious Mother Russia.”
>You grab her Pepsi and have yourself a little sip of it.
>Viveca quickly grabs it from you once you finish, and scowls at you.
“Bleh, how do you like that soda?”
>”First you take soda, and now you insult glorious Pepsi? You too cruel!”
“I dunno, just doesn’t taste all that great.”
>”It is soda deemed great enough to grace us Soviets.” she said, giving an air of pride.
“You’re not even Soviet.”
>”Bah, it is pride in past that matter!”

And that is it! Will post the rest later, likely when I'm drunk as hell

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>>31892388
>>31892316
I'm a paramedic by trade. It occurred to me that rather than making anew expensive super suite with an exoskeleton or shields, or some other sort of plot armor, it made more sense to keep it cheap and treat your soldier like an athlete and use a page from sports medicine to really squeeze every last drop of performance out of him

>>31892626
That actually kinda makes sense. I'm just trying to be a pharmacist and in my P3 year.

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>>31892422
As a cat owner, I can see a neko getting stuck in her bra like a cat in the window blinds.
Top fucking kek!

>>31892506
Can't wait!
Hope you don't mind. I had a mall experience planned as well...

>>31892626
Also the problem of exoskeleton is that they do not give you more endurance, only more strength. It makes walking with a 50 pundits ruck feel like you're walking naked. But you are still limited by how far or long YOU can walk or run while naked. Givenow the realities of modern combat, what's more useful? A soldier who can be changed press a car? Or a soldier with *just* enough exo to take the weight of his body armor off him and is give the right amount of nutrition, fluids, epinephrine and respirocytes to hike for four days straight without stopping to rest or be able to sprint for fifteen minutes uses without even needing to take another breath?

>>31892422
>"Alright, let's get this thing off."

>Surprisingly it comes off in one swift pull.

>In a flash her arms entrap me, her bare chest pressed against mine.

>"You've been keeping me waiting far too long Anon" She whispers, her voice suddenly dripping with sex. You're my owner. I need you to treat me as such. And now that you're here..."

>She plants a hot kiss on my mouth and forces her tongue inside

>She grabs my hand, guiding it to her chest before pulling away for a moment

>"Please don't be afraid to touch me anon."

>"Ahhh this is so wrong" I think to myself

>I oblige, fondling her firm breasts as our tongues begin to dance

>Soon she's fumbling with my belt, her intent obvious. I help, lifting up and sliding my pants off, leaving me in my grey boxer briefs

>Pulling her mouth from mine and her drenched panties to the side, she reveals the fringes of her...magwell, as well as her well groomed dusty blonde bush

>She sits on my thigh, my leg between hers, before her tongue meets mine once again.

>She begins to grind on my leg, smearing her lubricant all over me.

>Acting on instinct, my hands move down her body. One on her hip, the other on the small of her back, forcing her down harder onto my leg

>She lowers her head against my chest, panting. Her hips grind faster.

>After what feels like mere moments, she's starting to sweat. Her breaths quickly becoming ragged and erratic, her face a deep shade of red.

>Suddenly her legs tense around mine. Her head rears as she lets out a silent moan. She quietly whimpers, her stomach and leg muscles contracting for just a very few seconds before she relaxes, her legs still quivering.

>"That was...nice." She pants, completely out of breath. I think that's enough for today."

>As she looks down, she notices a small dark grey spot on my boxer briefs

>Reaching down, she touches it, examining how sticky the fabric had become

>She smiles, shaking her head mockingly. "You're such a pervert Anon."

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>>31892849
10/10

>>31891249
day 57 continued
we do have one ace up our sleeve though, its a small machine probably 5 feet high looks like an armored bobcat excavator,
it has two arms sticking out the front for manipulating objects and opening doors., and mounted on arms are two more plasma flamers.

Although you cannot use the hands to hold anything while you operate it.

>>31892849
Okay that's actually pretty hot.

>>31892849
was anon sexually assaulted by his rifle..

>>31892693
simple give your troops dextroamphetimene or any amphetamine, if you want them to just stay alert and awake longer, you can use a lexosoamphteimen like vyvanse which is slower to metabolize and doesn't give you the strength kick that direct amphetamines do . 15mg at once will give them pretty much unlimited endurance for 6 hours or so.. Don't ask how I know..

>>31892972
you can pretty much give your troops around 30mg of amphetamines daily without them becoming skeletons. The only real issue to look out for would be dependency after about a week but assuming they weren't abusing it recreationally the withdrawal shouldn't be that bad..

>>31892849
You say you based it off your experiences, but damn anon is moving on fast. Restaurant girl was right.

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>>31892849
Mind you, I still AM at work.
>9/10 will read again

>>31893028
gets cold shower.... god damnit... why cant cat girls be a thing....... fuck my universe.

>>31892891
This may be true but don't forget that the limiting factor in performance is usually acidosis and hypercapnea. All that activity builds up co2 in the bloodstream which has to be blown off. If you have macromolecules that can carry that co2 more efficiently than heme, you can greatly improve performance

>>31893055
idk man I have maintained 22 METS for 30 min then again i used to skip school by purposely over heating my self at the gym and would register 102f for a few hours after that.

>>31893067
Depending g how you get you were that sounds [email protected] like a great way to have a seizure. Also if you had a fever you would also have aforementioned hypercapnea from metabo,iv acidosis

>>31893103
God I fucking hate this tablet

>>31893103
yeah i remember feeling faint ringing in my ears my vision narrowed, lost some facial control/ didn't feel shit.

>>31892540

Okay, I'm going to give it a try. I'll do some series rundowns, see if these give enough of a taste without giving away spoilers.

Doing-Things EX/DTEX: The original. Basically the tale of the Doing-Things Club, a bunch of eccentric, crazy, meddling high-schoolers (a recurring theme in DT) in a very post-WWZ California, more specifically the South San Francisco Bay/Santa Clara County. Highlights include running over tentacle monsters with a salvaged British light tank, running car chase/gunfights with street gangs, and PT boat battles between the U.S. Navy and People's Republic of San Francisco (the Peeps).

Note that this series is basically lost to time, since I can't remember which draft is the canon #3, and also because it's saved in a legacy format which loses all punctuation and formatting (and adds bunches of random ASCII throughout) when opened on modern computers.

Continue y/n?

>>31893272
sure i guess

>>31892972
>>31892985
Can confirm, taken every prescription amphetamine under the sun (A.D.D.) but a concern you should also take into account is the fact that it can induce RAGE which was a problem I had with adderall

>>31893314

Ok, next series:

Doing-Things H/DTH: A sequel to DTEX, and the first to include "H" PROMOTIONS scenes, thanks to an argument I had with some /b/tard about writing fap-worthy fanfic; I tried to make the sex scenes unfappable but the pilot episode ended up so good I just ran with it. This one's set in basically the same area but many years later, focusing on a very unusual special education class made up mostly of nonhumans such as Drow, Mind Flayers, ghosts, maidroids, Orks, futa vampire schoolteachers, and so forth. Shenanigans include huge mobile suit/naval battles between the U.S. military and the Peeps, modernized coastal monitors with CIWS guns and VLS, large-scale zombie battles, bus chases through shopping malls, school board inspections, gym teacher MASTER ASIA, GEKIGAN GRENADE LAUNCHER, and nearly the entire cast of Gundam Seed Destiny NOT being dumb. The first "kitchen sink" series where tons of existing franchises got thrown in willy-nilly, setting the tone for all later DT installments.

>>31893435

I'll keep dumping Doing-Things series summaries. Note that DT was never meant to be an easily-accessible metaseries; it continues to be an internal project used mainly for test purposes and the enjoyment of a small reading circle, and not a releasable public "product" in any sense of the word.

Doing-Things H EXCESS/DTHE: The longest and most seminal DT series, based around a rather unique schoolboy/country kannushi/STALKER and all the absolutely crazy people who populate his tiny post-SW1 town in the CentCal-Nevada Designated Habitation Region, and the DT universe in general. Sort of a small-town story at heart, with loving families, tight-knit communities, local clergy, pocket Glocks, phased plasma rifles, mobile suits, VFs, X-Wings, starships, Macross-class SDFs deploying Reflex Itano Circuses, autograph fanboy Gamlin Kizaki, Emperor Lelouch the 1st, The Magician somehow does come back, Reinhard orders a PLANET DANCE, Mace Windu and Tequila Yuen fucking up Zeon remnants, The Battle of Axanar, and oh fuck its all completely out of control help help. Notable for adding vastly more fictional properties to the crossover mix.

Continue y/n?

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I'm probably going to head home in a couple of hours. I've got plenty of Light My Fire written and ready to go, but I'm most likely going to wait for the next thread. Y'all better wait for this one to hit page 9, though.
>It's considerate!

>>31893532

Okay, last one.

Doing-Things H Wanderers/DTHW: The current series. A sort of culmination where tons of characters from many previous DT installments (including side stories and abortive series "pilots" that never made it) come back to form a multiversal intervention force of sorts, and get embroiled in a massive multiversal war that's currently underway. Highlights include a retelling of SAO that's basically Warthunder.exe, LONELY SOLDIER BOYYYYYYYY, MIIU operators basically going full SG-1, Catch You Catch Me E1M1 Remix, and the Battle of the Philmarilion Nebula. Note that DTHW includes Movie The 1st, which is the 240-page monster.

And that's about it.

>>31893830
Belay that. I misread the post count and thought we were in autosage already.

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I have an idea for a very /k/ related story but I can't decide if it would be better for you guys as a written story or as a comic.

My story is essentially a parody of a shitty blockbuster action movie, but played straight. The reluctant and inexperienced hero becomes persuaded to become member of an elite squad of super secret world police super soldiers that fight international threats. ALloyd the c,I he characters are there. But the story is played straight. The main character is kidnapped, his death is faked, and he has nowhere else to run. The other characters (the sniper, the cqc guy, the token black) either show exactly what happens to a person's psyche when sent to do the things they do or shows the psyche required to do those feats without breaking. The battles they take part in are real life battles in the war on terror, but the characters do not know that theIr are several factions viing for control of their unit, and that the missions they talk part in are furthering a goal different than the one they think. Ultimately, the main character begins to lose track of where the hell begins and soldier ends. He believes he is developing Stockholm syndrome, but fails to realize that this is what he actually wanted from the start. The real fun of tnis comes less from the plot itself and more from the historical intrigus as they forest gump their way thru GWOT and the way conflicts bounce thru the squads different personalities (think firefly) TLDR this is a story of tier one operators in clunky primitive power armor being dropped by B2s onto Iraqi battalions during operation Iraqi freedom.

As a satire of films it only seems fitting that I write this as a script and then have a draw fag draw the story however he sees fit without my meddling much as a director interprets movies. The difficulty is finding a draw fag. If not I could always write the story traditionally, but is /k/ interested, or would any drawings like to colab?

>>31893385
luckily I'm a really chill person, complete beta. Have a real hard time getting angry. takes a lot of poking or poking around sensitive areas that are pretty well hidden.

>>31892935
day 70
I finally woke up I don't remember much of what happened to be honest. I remember ridding the lift down.
I heard weapons fire.
Apparently we made it pretty far, then i set off some sort of explosive. don't know what it was but it took my legs clean off.
Apparently bill is still down their assisting mark. But I am out of commission. asides from losing my legs I have somewhere around 200 fragments of ass metal in me, hell as if it couldn't get any worse it looks like i suffered a traumatic brain injury I now talk with a stammer. God damn that must of been one hell of an explosion if it did that to me through my PPE.
Hell I'm lucky to be alive. Apparently mark went ape shit pulled me out and got me priority medical care.. Seems some one has a lot of love for the little guys here.
any way I'm going to rest for now selvia will see me tomorrow.

>>31894323
Too telly not enough showy

>>31894367
i mean its written as a diary.. i would have to change format...

>>31890101
Yes, that would be a good idea. Might add a few more to the story.

>>31894410
I the part about the legs and shrapnel comes off too much as the character just dryly stating these events with no context at all to show us his state of mind or how he feels about them

>>31894323
day 71
Well i think its starting to sink in dear fucking god am i lucky, before selvia came in i asked for a mirror and my chest looked liked it was a fucking pin cushion.
We have these auto injectors used to plug wounds the stuff dries clear. Well apparently the docs had to use a shit ton of it because I could still see where my tissue was reforming.
not to mention the wires and cables that were poking out of my chest. I was pretty badly mangled.
I managed to hide the severity from selvia by procuring a darker then usual hospital blanket.
She was pretty much all over me.
Damn is it sad that the closest i have ever been to a women is after i get my fucking legs blown off and nearly killed...
I mean i spent nearly a simulated 30 fucking years of life in the tank...

Oh well i guess romantic life would have taken up unnecessary memory and time.
I am after all a disposable tank bred after all.

>>31891351
>nig-rigged warbirds

This is my fetish.

>You would never ever see a Mustang to live and fight once again
>You would never strafe a shit ton of Ayys with the incredible hihg speed nugget and autocannon the lone IL-2 in the United States has

>>31892626
High-capacity assault gains?!

>>31894544
day 72
Well the doctors gave me a preview of muh fancy new walking legs. i love saying that in fucking Forest gumps voice. now i am not saying in any way that i would want to have my legs blown off but these are a cool bit of kit. they are organic and will required a little bit of genetic modification on my end to accept them,

mainly with regards to my bone and skin oh yeah and fucking reworking the very chemistry of how my body produces ATP and energy they also ripped my heart out and are going to replace it with a new synthetic one due to the fact it was damaged by an air embolism and my lungs to .. i mean they were essentially peppered to shit..

This shit is way over my fucking head, but the docs did it without my consent...
but i cant complain its pretty cool.
They look somewhat like normal legs but you can see the artificial muscle beneath them.
Apparently after getting them fit I'm going to have to go through 5 months of rehabilitation due to the gen mods as they are literally rebuilding most of my muscles.
My only question is why did they pull out so much tech for a disposable worker?? i mean i thought i was just another tank born produced to work. i mean I really shouldn't question the kindness of my employers. but still its above the top..

>>31892849
>Ywn be sexually assaulted by a qt neko gun spirit
Why live

Story: untitled work in progress.
So I'm 25 years old just got my degree in botany and have been hired by a large lumber company up in Maine.
Now I have finally got a place of my own I figured why the hell not buy a gun.
I am a man after all an it is my god damn right to own a firearm.
So I go online and find the gun of my dreams.
A browning automatic Mk 2 safari in 25-06.
Sure its an odd caliber sure its an expensive gun but I want it and I wanted it bad.

Now before this my interest in guns had been limited only to Pellet guns heck I still had my .177 gammo whisper and my gammo cadet delta.
Both of which I still had there was nothing wrong with them they were fine action spring powered rifles I probably fired well over a thousands of rounds through each of them but it was time to move on but I did not want to get rid of them so I purchased a gun rack and put them and my newly acquired browning on a gun rack I had just purchased in the closet across from my room.
Thinking all was well i went to sleep.

then i heard shouting and fighting.
"you god dam huge tited whore get out of here this is an spring only family."
"who you calling big tited flat chest jealous you cant hit past 50 yards." then the first voice fired back i can hit past 50 yards hell my owner hit a dime sized target at 100yards with me." then the second voice replied " yeah well all the better then he can use me to hit 1000 thousand."

Merely thinking this to be a strange dream i get up and rub my eyes, and get out of bed.
I hear a third voice chime in that sounds almost child like. "stop fighting you are going to wake him up."

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>>31895094
whats wrong . i mean sure 25.06 is a standard hunting cartridge but the fact remains all you hear these days is .308 or .338 lupa or 7.62 nato.

>>31895024
>>31895139
is english your first or second language?

>>31895177
mabey its not the best idea to post after drinking half a bottle of sevedka.

>>31895218
is it bad that i only post drunk.

>>31895218
Everyone here has some degree of alcohol dependency. you'll fit right in.

I have been dry for the past months, might be why my writing is going to shit.

>>31895245
>>31895434
Glad I'm not alone. I've been dry for about 3 days now and it sucks... will probably get a bottle of booze or a case of beer tomorrow. Hey who knows, maybe I will only get drunk twice in one week, that would be like some kind of record for me!

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>>31895177
>>31895218
>>31895245
Alcohol is what /wfg/ runs on. I'm having weak sauce tonight. Guinness Drought.

Light My Fire cont.

>but in the name of science, I decide to open it up anyway and scroll through it
>...
>just more gun stuff
>manufacturers pages, spec sheets, Apex gun parts, Full30 shooting reviews, images...
>wait a minute
>I notice a pattern
>every single link is related to some variant of the AK platform
>AK-47... 47, 74... M... M... 47, M, M, M...
>a lot of special attention is paid to the AKM
>century's page for their WASR-10 was viewed 6 different times
>why would Rose do this much research into the AK platform?
>Weird
>I think about it while in the shower
>coming up with nothing, I decide not to worry about it too much
>step out and towel off
>best not to dwell on it
>I've got a long, exciting day tomorrow!
>towel wrapped around my abdomen, I exit the bathroom
>something kicks me right in the ankle
>I trip and fall forward
>Rose giggles at her successful guerrilla attack
>the little girl turns to retreat
>I growl as my arm shoots out to grab her back in retribution
>just as she's kicking off with her right foot, my fingers wrap around her ankle like a vice
>going nowhere fast, she does the same face plant I just did
>"Ow!"
>"Gotcha, you little shit!"
>she fights back, kicking at my hand with her free leg
>we both lift ourselves off the carpet
>Rose pulls her little dress back down.
>"Meanie!" her tongue sticks out, arms folded across her chest
>starring down at the little menace, I make with a stomp in her direction
>the little carbine flees to the recliner and peeks back at me from around it
>I am NOT chasing her all around the apartment tonight...
>close my bedroom door and LOCK it
>i hang my towel on a hook and go to my dresser
>underwear, lazy pants, socks, and a t-shirt are thrown onto to the bed
>as I dress at the foot of the bed, I feel something touch my foot
>I look down at the floor and see nothing

god damn i find out that WFG on k is alcoholics anonymous.

>>31895434

I've been dry virtually my entire life, although more due to genetics and allergies rather than choice.

Maybe that's part of why my writing is so goddamn insane.

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Light My Fire cont.

>I look down at the floor and see nothing
>just my baseboard that goes all the way to the floor
>continue to dress when I feel it again
>nothing is down there
>I know I'm not going crazy
>dress, but this time I stare at my feet the whole time
>sure enough, through the tiny gap where my baseboard meets the carpet, I spot Judith's slender finger creep out and touch my foot before sliding back under
>it's a weird feeling when you try to stifle your own laughter while trying to act in a clandestine way
>nonchalantly, I walk to side of the bed where I believe her feet to be
>I'm going to drag her out from under the bed by her feet
>ehehehehehehe...
>like a bolt of lightning, I reach down and blindly grope under the bed in attempt to snag something
>but, I feel nothing
>I get down on my hands and knees, lift up the bed skirt, and peer under
>I see nothing
>Apparently, I am going mad-
>I feel Judith's full weight fall on top of me
>she holds on with both arms and cheers, "I have caught you, Anon!"
>I begin to laugh, "y'all are like little VC in the trees!"
>"Ja!" She giggles
>"here, wrap your legs around my hips." I say as start to get up
>she holds on for dear life as I start to stand back up
>i judge her to weigh in at around 120 lbs
>She piggy-backs me as I walk back out into the living room
>Rose is grinning from behind the chair as she knows their "coordinated" attack worked
>when I set Judith back down on the carpet, I yawn, "y'all gotta entertain yourselves tonight. I'm beat."
>my black-haired angel's chestnut eyes desaturate with visual disappointment
>Ahww, I reach out and hold her face in my hand
>a simple but meaningful kiss is all it takes
>Rose picks up the preverbal baton and says, "You every play poker?" holding a deck of cards in one hand and a cigar box full of chips in the other
>I'm fading quickly as I leave the two girls to their own devices
>i collapse onto the bed and rest my head down on my favorite pillow

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Light My Fire cont.

>i collapse onto the bed and rest my head down on my favorite pillow
>sweet darkness washes over me
>minutes pass, and I can tell the girls are sucked into their poker game
>I hear Rose shout from the other room
>she must've won a hand
>So tired from work...
>I allow sleep to overtake me without protest
>My dream world is sweet bliss
>sort of
>deep in my warped and broken mind, there is always something amiss
>I'm driving down the highway in traffic, but I'm sitting in the passenger seat
>in my infinite logic, I've decided to use my height to reach the pedals from a more comfortable position
>I'm just sprawled out across the entire front
>shifter to my left, steering with my right
>ahw yeah...
>genius
>oh shit...
>I can't reach the clutch
>red light coming up
>cars are stacking up in front of me
>my toes can barely hit the clutch or the brake
>those bumpers are coming up fast
>I better dip out lol
>I open the door and bail out with a roll
>the rushing grass and pavement never felt so soft
>suddenly recognize that I'm holding a body