/wfg/ - Writefag General - "Accidental Blitzkrieg" Edition

>>31916824

FALWritefag (standby)
Argentinian Rose
Rifles of 'Nam
Pale King's Disciple
http://pastebin.com/u/Falwritefag

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

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

Guard
http://pastebin.com/02fgT7qA

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

Anons
http://pastebin.com/CPUdepLW

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

Red flame Lilly
http://pastebin.com/u/Red_Flame_Lilly

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

HiPointHomie (on hiatus)
http://pastebin.com/4z0nkECw

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

>>31916827

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

>>31916830

Some Guides and tips
http://pastebin.com/gsYuFqb0

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

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

>CAPTCHA was a street sign riddled with bullet holes

New 10/22. Small recap.

>you wake up slowly, to the beeps of the heartbeat monitor
>as long as it keeps beeping, you know you're still here
>when it stops, then you'll worry
>another day in the hospital, waiting
>you watch TV, the usual mix of garbage sitcoms and daytime dramas
>you look out the window, at the blue sky and the birds
>one of the worst things about getting old, you can't even get up to look out the window
>the worst would be going to the bathroom in a bag
>you hear the door to your room open
>in walks Ruby
>she's still as beautiful as the first day you met her
>she has a couple gray hairs showing, while yours are all white
>she smiles lovingly at you before sitting down
>the two of you chat about nothing of much importance
>memories mostly
>the heart beat monitor sound changed abruptly
>that's not good
>you turn to look but are struck with a sudden pain in your chest
>"ANON!" Ruby screams, before running out in the hallway
>"HELP! SOMEONE HELP!"
>a crash cart charges into the room with medical staff
>your eyelids get heavy as you hear the heartbeat monitor go flat
>maybe now it's time to worry

>Ruby watches as the medical staff fights to keep her love alive
>a tear rolls down her face, unnoticed
>finally, the medical team stops
>"Time."
>"1:58pm."
>they start packing up their equipment as Ruby walks up to the bed
>he lays there, much older but still recognizable as the man she fell in love with so long ago
>as they finish packing up, Ruby turns to one of the staff
"Could you please give me some time alone?"
>"Of course, ma'am. As much as you need."
>they leave and shut the door behind them
>Ruby crawls into bed next to him
"You can't be gone, Anon. I promised to be by your side forever. And I'm still here. So you can't leave me. You can't."
>Ruby starts crying, softly at first and then large wracking sobs
>her face freezes as a sound like breaking glass is in the air before slumping against him

>>31916848

>when the staff return to the room, they are astonished to find a rifle in bed next to the patient
>one of the staffers picks it up, and shards of splintered and broken metal fall out of the ejection port and magwell
>the bolt, shattered beyond repair, falls to the hospital floor

>you bolt upright in bed, in a cold sweat
>Ruby wakes up from the motion and looks up at you sleepily
>"What's wrong?" she mumbles
"Bad dream."
>you lie back down and try to fall back asleep
>it felt so real, like a vision of the future
>you try to shake it off as Ruby snuggles around you
>it's a long time before you're able to fall back asleep

>you wake up in the morning
>Ruby is snuggled up next to you
>you’re tired from lying awake last night
>gently slip out of Ruby’s grasp despite her sleepy protests
>coffee will make everything better
>you stare bleary-eyed and scowling at the coffee maker as it percolates
>mornings come way too early some days
>the smell of brewing coffee fills the kitchen
>you pour yourself a cup once it’s done brewing
>as you sip at the hot coffee, you hear some noises from the bedroom and bathroom area
>a sleepy Ruby wanders into the kitchen, in one of your t-shirts
>you thought once she got her own she’d stop swiping yours
>not that the view is anything to complain about
>she looks up at your face and stops short
>”Sheesh, and I thought I didn’t like mornings.”
>you smile slightly
“Sorry. Didn’t sleep well.”
>she walks over to you and gives you a hug
>”You said you had a bad dream. Want to talk about it?”
>she’s looking up at you with those blue eyes
“Honestly I’d rather just forget about it rather than talk about it.”
>”Mmm. That bad, huh?”
“That sad.”
>you go to take a drink of coffee, but she stops your arm with a hand
>she stretches up on her toes and kisses you

>>31916852

>softly at first, then leans into you more
>she nips at your lower lip, sucking it in
>her tongue brushes against yours lightly
>you put down your coffee cup to wrap her in your arms
>as you do this she breaks the kiss and looks up at you
>”I’ll just have to give you something else to think about, hmm?”
>with that she steps over to the stove and turns on a burner
>she’s a dangerous one, this one
>she walks over to the fridge and starts looking through it for breakfast supplies
>she bends over to look in the lower drawers
>aaaand it is JUST a shirt she’s wearing
>she looks over her shoulder at you
>”See anything you like, sailor?” she says, thickening her New England accent
>she shakes her hips a little bit, giggling
>she straightens up, holding a carton of eggs and some bacon
>she deliberately and firmly brushes against you on the way to the stove
>as she stands in front of the stove getting things ready you walk up behind her and wrap your arms around her
>you attack her neck with kisses, eliciting giggles and squirming
>”Quit iiiiit~! I’m trying to make breakfast!”
>she turns around in your arms, plants a kiss on your lips, then pushes against your chest with both hands
>”Now shoo! Get out of here and let me cook!”
>you sneak one last kiss and then make your retreat
>you end up sitting down in the living room and turning on the morning news
>it’s a welcome distraction from the thoughts racing through your mind right now
>during a commercial break, she comes into the room carrying a plate
>something smells delicious
>it’s two fried egg sandwiches, with bacon, cheese, and some kind of sauce on it
>”Breakfast time!”
>you look at the offered plate, then at her
“What about you? Did you make any for yourself?”
>”I still have to make mine. Eat up!”
>with that she turns and goes back to the kitchen
>mmmph, whatever these are, they taste delicious

>>31916859

>you can almost hear your arteries clogging in protest though
>after two you’re stuffed
>she comes back into the living room with two of her own
>and sits down directly on your lap
>she wiggles a bit to get comfy
>goddamn tease, she knows exactly what she’s doing
>the smile at you over her shoulder confirms it
>as she eats, you try to think about anything else other than her
>baseball, the news coverage of the latest misery in Europe, rebuild instructions for a small-block Chevy
>crisis averted, but barely
>after she finishes her breakfast she sets the plate aside
>she looks down at her lap and then over her shoulder at you, mock-mournfully
>”What, am I losing my touch already?”
>she turns sideways and kisses you deeply
>you try your best to fight it, but she soon gets the desired effect and jumps a little bit
>”Ah~! There we go. Thought I’d have to send a search party.”
>she giggles as you lightly swat her shoulder
>her shirt softly lands on the floor
>your pants and underwear quickly join it

>afterwards, the two of you are cuddling on the couch
>all is right with the world
>you look into Ruby's eyes as you gently brush the hair off her cheek
>”Something on your mind?”
>the first thing that comes to mind is 'I love you.'
>it wasn't until her eyes went wide and her face started blushing that you realized you said it out loud
>tiny tears form at the corners of her eyes as she smiles
>”Oh, Anon, I love you too!”
>she squeezes you tightly, and you return it
>the two of you stay cuddling a little longer in comfy silence
>a glance at the clock causes you to growl just a little bit
>”Mmm?”
“It's almost 11. Gotta work noon-8 tonight.”
>”Well, then I suppose we have to get up.”
”I guess.”
>neither of you move for a few minutes
>”Well?”
“Just because I have to doesn't mean I want to.”
>”C'mon, get up. You're not getting in trouble because of me.”
>she gets up and starts tugging on your arm

>>31916865

>you give in and get up before she drags you face-first onto the floor
>she giggles and gives you a kiss on the cheek
>”Now go get dressed!”
>she swats you lightly on the backside as you head for the bedroom
>get dressed, brush teeth, all that jazz
>she's waiting by the door as you get ready to leave
>naked as a jaybird, blushing and smiling
>”Have a good day at work!”
>she stands up on her toes and gives you a kiss
>then she looks into your eyes
>”I love you.”
“I love you too.”
>she puts a bag in your hand as she steps back
>”Get going, you'll be late!”
>off to the car for the drive to work
>at a stop light you peek inside the bag she gave you
>leftovers for lunch it looks like, with a note
>work is the standard slog it always is
>lunchtime
>you pop the container in the microwave and read the note while it cooks
>”Have fun at work today! Love you! - Ruby”
>fold up the note and stick it in your pocket
>after lunch, you take the note, unfold it, and pin it to the wall of your cubicle
>right above your computer monitor, so you can see it when you're working
>the rest of the day, for some reason, goes better
>drive home and walk inside
>you smell food, but also hear clanking and muffled swearing
>this is new
>follow it to the source: the laundry room
>the dryer's half-disassembled
>there's lint and dust everywhere
>Ruby's head is stuck inside the dryer shell, as well as both arms
>”Come on, you sonofabastard, get in place” you hear muttered quietly
>ponder what to do for a second
“Whatcha doin?”
>you hear a bonk and watch the whole dryer shake
>”Oww!”
>Ruby crawls out, one hand on her forehead
>she's covered in dust
>lint stuck in her disheveled hair
>”Damn dryer broke. One of the support rollers fell off. I've almost got it.”
“Anything I can do to help?”
>”Yeah, reach inside and hold up the drum so I can bolt the roller in.”
>you do as she asks, and she gets it bolted back together no problem

>>31916870

>she pulls herself out from inside the dryer, shirt riding up as she does
>she shoos you out of the room so she can put the dryer back together
>you start to follow the smell of food
>the slow cooker is in the kitchen, merrily steaming away
>some kind of stew or roast, it looks like
>you look around the kitchen
>it's pristine
>you think she might be cleaning the pattern off the countertops
>the rest of the house is just as clean
>maybe it's not good for Ruby to be stuck at home alone all the time
>you hear the whirr of the dryer starting, looks like she fixed it
>she sticks her head into the kitchen
>”Food should be ready, help yourself. I'm going to get cleaned up.”
>as you dish out some of the stew, you hear the shower turn on
>you lean against the counter and eat
>she comes into the kitchen just as you finish up
>t-shirt and pajama pants, toweling off her hair
>”Why are you eating in here?”
>shrug
“Dunno, just felt like it.”
>she takes your empty bowl and spoon and fills it with stew
>”Just don't make a mess all over the kitchen, okay?”
>you wave a hand around the kitchen
“I'm not sure I could. You've cleaned it to within an inch of its life.”
>”I know, I did a good job too!”
>she blows on a spoonful of stew before eating
“Sweetheart, you don't have to go that overboard. What do you do all day when I'm gone?”
>”Just try to keep busy, mostly. I can't spend all day watching TV.”
“Hmm...”
>you think about what you're going to say as she finished off dinner and starts filling containers with leftovers
“I might know someone that could put you to work for a few hours a week, if you want to get out of the house more.”
>”Work? What kind of work? I've never had a job before!”
>she seems excited by this, which is what you were hoping
“I have to talk to him first, so no promises. But we'll see.”
>she gives you a hug and a kiss
>”I'm looking forward to it! I hope it's something fun!”

>>31916873

>after dinner you get in about a half-hour of cuddling on the couch watching TV before heading off to bed
>she snuggles up tightly next to you under the blankets
>”Hey.”
“Mmmm?”
>”No bad dreams tonight, okay?”
“Okay.”
>the two of you drift off to sleep

End day 6.

pastebin for Archive: http://pastebin.com/wGvQAYzW

Out in the open, walking along a park, some scattered trees speckled here and there, a couple benches, a paved walking path that lead to the town… one of the dead standing off to his right, to the south, near a bench he could see the back of. The front would likely have something scrolled on it on a little plaque regarding who donated it. Not far from it, a corpse lay, too decomposed to be a potential threat, perhaps one of the first to die when all this started. Even at this distance the smell was less than pleasant to say the least. The bugger looming nearby was swaying, just standing there… a hollow metallic clunk rang out. Though his footsteps were quiet on the grass, the pot strapped onto the outside of the man’s backpack had swayed too much, reaching over and clunking lightly against the wooden stock of his slung rifle.

“Shit…” his deep voice muttered, which was answered with a gurgled moan. It was an older man, head balding, remaining hair white, mouth bloodied where it had fed at some point but black from how old said blood was. A few drops on his white button-up shirt, pale knees scratched up from wherever it may have fallen or had been kneeling on a hard surface, it did not appear as though this fellow had succumb to a bite, but also seemed too ‘fresh’ to have been one of the initial people to die half a year ago. Belly was soft and round, blue shorts with a white strip at either side, its eyes dull, ankles and hands swollen where blood had pooled, veins noticeable amongst the purple colour though the hands were mostly black from dried blood. It was a good 30m away at least, a more than easy shot, but an unnecessary one.

Grasping his rifle in one hand, the backpack strap on the left shoulder was held in place with the other, and he jogged along, heading for the path on the other side of this small park that went back into the woods, intent on cutting north at some point to reach the highway again that lead steadily eastwards.

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Requesting Mosins on Mars please, pic very related

>>31917014
i think one of the very first threads had that, but it was short

Not crammed full of guns, but I recently read a serial killer book called "John of God" by a guy named Riggenbach. Very creepy in parts, and good description of action. It's free on kindle unlimited.

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>new bins/updates of previsu threads will arrive during the day
>Sheps
>KvsW
>JT
>Anons

>as a side note the sticky as it is can be safely used re-used unless a new namefag arrives

As I have observed in the threads, there are a lot of reasons why a rifle is a better choice over a woman.

>fairly loyal
>not swayed by other men as easily
>guilt-free lewding
>loves to initiate
>mature(like, up to 70-80 years of it), but can come with a youthful personality
>could be used as a weapon

Someday I am going to marry an M-16, then sue the government for discrimination over the rights of waffegeists.

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>>31917115
i strongly support the notion of investing in waffengeist technology

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what's up with "It Ain't Me- Fortunate Sons"?
http://pastebin.com/N6CHyfYE

>>31917168
He got drunk

>>31917137
I mean, I have three options to be one of the Forerunner waffengeist.

>One, perform a blood, sweat and tears ritual as the one in my "Serial-1" story. However, it may inadvertently lead to Falwritefag's "Pale King Disciple" scenario. At least we got a waffengeist, right?

>Go full Bill and drench a USP in your blood before an heroing. May need developing of unexistent tech.

>Lastly, die inside a tank that is buttoned up. Soul escapes body, but cannot get out of tank. There, a tank spirit, problem is that I am a fatass manlet and not a cute loli.

>>31917137
that guys helmet is way too small

>>31917137

when do we start the kickstarter?

Im not sure if short stories have their own place in the sticky, but i don't see Fortune Sons sad short "Hasty Business" in his pastebin.

>>31901890
>>31901894
>>31901899
>>31901904

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>>31917168
i forgot to re add the link sorry
http://pastebin.com/02fgT7qA

>>31917234
they have their place im working on making the 'bins m8
>thanks for remind me me man

Where are all of Guard's stories?

>>31917273
>Thanks for remind me me man

>It's only 9:30
>He's already blitzed
The cutest lil mexican~
Thanks for being the binslut. It's a job nobody should be forced to do.

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>>31917311

on guard's folder

>>31917346
>Guard
>http://pastebin.com/02fgT7qA

but it says fortunate sons

http://pastebin.com/QTvEB2an

Are magic pimps /k/ related? Also first story I wrote, so please critique.

>>31917319
nothing but mad respect for the man.
Truly the hero /wfg/ needs.

Also,
>/wfg/ would never tell stories around the campfire in a Nuggetfest because we are too far from the states

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Vepr, stop strangling your knees bro

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>>31917356
I know the comfiness of winter nuggetfest. Aside from almost freezing to death and losing my feet, it was a good time to sit around a fire, drink, laugh and tell stories.

>tfw they'd probably toss me into the fire if I was any good at telling stories on the spot orally.

>>31917352

http://pastebin.com/FsAxH8e2

>>31917234
>Reread this
>Normally don't ever read my own stuff because I try to edit every five sentences or so.

What the fuck is wrong with me, holy shit.

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>mfw my wife asks if i could trade her for a "rifle wife"

Shes been reading our stories, apparently

>>31917505
*if i would*

>>31917428
I liked it, made me feel some pretty strong feels for a fictional character I only knew for 5 minutes.

>>31917505
tell her the truth.
she deserves to know

>>31917607
She likes 10/22s stories and PTRs

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>>31916824
What does /k/ think of the hunting scene in my new novel?

The boots that carried him stopped in their tracks as intimidating brown eyes widening at a sudden partially-obscured sight ahead of him. A doe deer. Yeah it was female, looked a bit on the young side but still would have quite a bit of meat. Slowly, terribly slowly, his rifle was taken from his shoulder into hand. It had showed itself from behind the hill of the closest rock cut with the wreckage. Maybe… 200m away? He could make the shot if he was right on the elevation. Rear ladder sight was flipped up, checking that it was set for 200m; it was. The deer leapt over what appeared to be a cop car, broken glass crackling beneath hooves, and the sudden motion made the man twitch; almost jump, not wanting it to run away. Good, it was out from behind the vehicle; that would make the shot easier.

The movement of his twitch in the quiet morning had caught the eye of the game though; it stood like a statue, ears giving a twitch in turn, angling themselves forward towards him. He froze, wishing to emulate a statue just as much as the deer. Wind, which direction was the wind? He couldn’t tell, it was gentle, could be from the south, or could be from the west; if it was from the west then it could carry his scent to the beast and make it detect the presence of something foreign, and so make it scarper. He had not yet disengaged the safety which, thank God, did not produce any clicks.

The breath caught in his lungs, burning them over time as they ached for fresh oxygen-rich air, was released slowly as the doe walked calmly towards the south off the road. It began grazing on the grassland. Perfect, absolute perfection; its guard was down for the moment, it wasn’t facing him, and best of all, it was perfectly side-on to him. Aim for the shoulder, slightly behind for the heart/lungs area.

>>31917014
I posted it here when the original thread died.

https://www.reddit.com/r/HFY/comments/53kvtj/oc_blood_of_mars/

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>>31917376
Delete this!

>>31917673
Why am I not surprised she likes stories with lewd?

sorry that KvW is taking so long, I'll try to write more as soon as possible

Will be writing up more anon & sigg. Plus the Guard ruger-chan challenge assuming a friend doesn't kidnap me.

>>31919869
What's this Guard Ruger-chan Challenge? A continuation of Ruger-chan?

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Hey there stalker come in and hear the stories of a fellow stalker

>sheps storie is up todate and i think i finally got the folder right
http://pastebin.com/zTWiNURJ

anyone got an invite code for the discord?

>>31916882
is this a continuation or going to continue? does this need archived?

>>31920196
I'd love to make a novel set in the Call of Pripyat universe, incorporating aspects of The Armed Zone and Misery mods but with more realism like adjustable sights, thirst, and the such. I suppose I could write it for fun, but undoubtedly I could get in trouble if I tried to publish it. Copyright and all that.

>>31919869
Guard rugerchan challenge? IS HE DRAWING FOR YOU NOW?! WHAT BULLSHIT IS THIS

>>31920561
It's from my novel, was hoping to hear some opinions on it. Doesn't seem like anyone was interested though. What do you mean it needs to be archived?

>>31917681
Also I posted this for the same reason. Hoping to get a bit of a critique. I figured maybe it would be best if I chose a section that's a bit more /k/, and also added an image. Nobody seemed particularly interested either way though so I just stopped posting segments. I could continue from either one if you want. Or if I'm breaking some sort of rule then please say so; I don't want to get b&.

>>31920795
well, it is a little strange just posting cutouts from a novel...

>>31920795
its not bad, but what jt said, the excerpts, no matter how well written, likely dont well portray the work as a whole.

as for the archiving comment, i archive stories and shit that go on in here.

>>31920812
I'm rather new to this. I mean, I've been on /k/ off and on for years, but I became a published author literally less than a month ago (less than 3 weeks ago in fact) and I'm thoroughly a stranger when it comes to writefag threads. I even went to /lit/ for the first time recently, but it didn't go particularly well. I mean, their advice was sound, but there's no sugar coating it. That's for sure. I just went for more /k/ related sections of my novel so that it would be relevant as possible. The novel actually has him handling the firearm throughout essentially, whether it's in hand, or on his shoulder, or what not. Not a whole lot of action, per se, but he's with the rifle 24/7, almost never being outside of arm's reach of it. Still, I don't think it's very /k/ if it's just mentioned in passing while something different is going on.

>>31920827
Well you can archive it if you like. Hopefully as I lurk writefag threads more, I'll come off as less awkward and sore-thumb-ish. Thought if I just kept posting segments of my work without getting any feedback or requests to continue, that it would simply come off as spamming.

>>31920859
How many times in the novel does he tenderly make love to his guns?

>>31920859
>>31920892
i realise it may come across as doxxing, so i wont ask you for a particular title, but if you wanted to post more from it, we wont stop you.

ypu write well, which i feel should be self apparent because you're published, but snippets are a bit hard to critique.

no worries and welcome back to k. Myself and Polybius manage pastebins like nerdy as shit librarians.

also pretty sure you know that this place is a bit weird, but expect some shit.

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>>31920905
I'd say he makes love to his rifle once, and it's pretty early on. it's basically the introduction to the rifle, as well as the fact that he's quite familiar with it.

>>31920916
Sure, I could post a bit more. I think I'll go with the tender lovemaking to start as mentioned above. The title is Living amongst the Dead, and I wrote it under a pseudonym; J. N. Morgan. That's not my real last name. I published through CreateSpace, which makes it easy as fuck. I could literally publish a first-draft novel riddled with spelling and grammatical errors; they don't spell check it to my knowledge.

>>31917681
That's the cover I made for free in Cover Creator on CreateSpace because I'm fucking poor. I also didn't hire an editor; did the editing myself, which proved to be UNBELIEVABLY boring and tedious. That's not saying I think my book is boring and tedious, but reading the same book over and over, searching for grammatical/spelling errors, making little alterations here and there... it's easily my least favourite part of being an 'author'. Still feels strange calling myself that.

Anyways, I'll get to that lovemaking scene I mentioned. Here's the previous cover by the way; I liked the simplicity of it, but I think it's perhaps a bit TOO easy to overlook it, or is perhaps just not as appealing to others as it is to me, so I changed it to what I linked. Which do you think is better? Just text, or the new one with the hands?

>>31920916
The proper tender lovemaking will come in the next post or two; this one is just to help better understand the settings. This is literally from pages 5 and 6.

Boots kept on trudging, and to the right could see a path in the woods which would bring him southeast to go around this town. Perfect. Leaving the pavement, carefully plodding his way down a grassy bank, nearly slipping once, and soon the forest engulfed him. Pleasant smells, pleasant sights, a scruffy looking man with a backpack; he could pass for just some normal hiker in a normal world! Well, save for the rifle slung on his right shoulder, but even then he figured long-distance hikers SHOULD be armed to protect themselves from potentially dangerous wildlife. It was a No.4 Lee Enfield, its full Military stock smooth, four lines cut in the wood on either side just in front of the action/chamber area to help the shooter keep a good grip with his left hand, or in the case of lefties, their right hand.

He’d owned it for years; it was his baby, once one of his many babies. That thick barrel free-floating inside the wood that stretched to nearly the muzzle, the long radius aperture sights similar to that of the venerable M1 Rifle or M1 Garand as it’s commonly known, however with the protective ears of the front sight sticking vertically up rather than curving out like said semi-auto. He had owned one of them himself, was tempted to carry that instead during the panic but decided a bolt action would be better off. Both firearms were well over 70 years old, and the M1 wasn’t in the best shape ever, not to mention he had not yet quite perfected his custom hand loaded version of M2 Ball .30-06.

So that rifle went to a friend, back when they had escaped the city. Fort McMurray… it seemed like so long ago. A second evacuation, the first being from a terrible wildfire, but that second one had not gone NEARLY as smoothly.

>>31921106
I personally like the cover because it gives a sort of... "old style"? feel to it. Like pulling out an older novel printed in the 70's from your library, kind of thing.


Others might/probably won't like that however.

>>31921151
They hadn’t gotten far by vehicle; drove south along Highway 63 to Edmonton, rightly avoided that major city, the capital of the Province of Alberta, and went east. They had known where they wanted to go, and it was nowhere near that oil producing prairie Province. Would have been nice to see Calgary, the traveler reflected; he’d only ever been to the airport… ‘the airport’. Looking up, little of the sky could be seen amongst the trees but knew that even if he stood on a mountain now with a clear view in every direction as far as the eye could see; there would be no planes or helicopters, nor cars or trucks or vans moving about on the road… There likely wasn’t a gas station left on Earth that still had fuel in it. Vehicles were scattered here and there about the highways and roads, stopping where they ran dry, where someone inside had succumb to infection and terrorized the others, where they had gotten into an accident, or where they just… gave up… put a gun to their head and ‘boom’.

Thinking on this, needless to say, was less than uplifting but it was the world he lived in. Sweat began to trickle down his short dark brown hair again, having dried a bit on that hill where there was a pleasant autumn breeze, but now in the woods it felt mustier, moister, warmer, but at least it smelt nice and fresh. It was a little bit like OCD… right hand grasped the wooden stock of the rifle that hung off his shoulder, down around the buttstock just before the trigger guard. Pulled forward, the muzzle began to fall backwards; sling slipping off his broad shoulder, the rifle was now parallel with the ground, pointing behind him, falling. The hand brought the brass butt plate towards the right side of his chest with the muzzle pointing down now, but he was too tall to let it scrape the dirt path on which he was still steadily walking.

>>31921155
Sounds like we're on the same page, no pub intended. Even the ACTUAL cover I'd like to have someday by a graphic artist gives me a sort of 80s vibe.

>>31921163
Momentum made the roughly 9.5lb loaded firearm continue to swing, like a pendulum making its first motion, and once it was looking at the trail a few feet in front of him the left hand grasped the front portion of its wooden stock.

The motion took all of a second or two. From grasping the ‘grip’ portion of the rear stock, to pulling forward, swinging it over 180 degrees, feeling the sling slip off all the while, and now it was held properly. The wood felt beautiful in his hands, felt natural, it just felt ‘right’. A smile came to his unshaven face as he looked down at it, right hand motioning around the action to the left side, flipping the safety lever forward to disengage it. The hand returned to the right side of the action, lifting the bolt to turn it 60 degrees so as to unlock it, and pulling it back a short ways. He knew it was loaded, however checked regularly none the less. He seen brass; it was indeed loaded, for he pretty much NEVER left a spent casing in the chamber. The bolt operated as smooth as can be for the Lee bolt was cock-on-close rather than the stiffer cock-on-open that came with most Mausers, Mosins, the Italian Mannlicher-Carcano, and so on. In a past life, meaning around half a year ago basically, he had been a collector of historic firearms. Not only that, but an avid target shooter.

His large and calloused hand, betraying hard work he’d done in the field of construction, moved to a different position. Right thumb went in front of the unlocked bolt while his four fingers placed themselves on top of the chambered cartridge that was being pulled out. The bolt was brought all the ways back, back of his thumb pushing it, and the fingers that lingered over the mag kept the .303 round from ejecting entirely.

>>31921176
>no PUN intended... fuck... but a pub sounds awesome right now.

The walking pace had not slowed. Now taking that cartridge in hand, he pushed it onto the top of the rounds in the magazine; it clicked in, the protruding rim of this old rimmed ammunition was safely in front of the rim beneath it. Pushing down on the top rounds, they had barely any give, which meant it was loaded with all 10 rounds that could fit in the mag. Perfect. He COULD go 10 plus 1 in the chamber, but why be excessive and put MORE wear and strain on the magazine spring than necessary? Even 9+1 was a bit much, but hey, the opportunity was there, so he took it.

Having confirmed that the firearm is fully loaded and had had a round chambered, he closed the bolt in one swift motion, chambering the cartridge that had just been unchambered. ‘Cock-on-close’… resistance upon closing the bolt caused by the cocking piece being held back on the sear so that when the sear dropped from the trigger being pulled, the cocking piece would spring forward, and the firing pin connected to it could detonate the primer of the chambered cartridge. That resistance, when the bolt was closed with authority, which it just was, went unnoticed while the resistance of a cock-on-open rifle such as the venerable Kar98k, renown M91/30 Mosin or “Mosin Nagant” as many called it… that could not be ignored. This made the Lee bolt inherently smoother and faster.

Only 60 degrees of rotation when the bolt was locked into place once more. This as opposed to the 90 degrees of most bolt actions also contributed to a smoother and faster bolt. These aspects, coupled with the 10-round magazine, the long radius aperture sights, the thick floating barrel, and the handy storage space in the butt stock for a brass oil bottle and pull-through rope to clean the bore, were the many reasons why this Canuck believed the No.4 Lee Enfield was the BEST standard issue bolt action rifle ever to grace God’s green Earth.

Our favorit tank spirit is back

http://pastebin.com/riR4WRMx

>as a side note im working on JT folder so expect down times

>>31920038
>>31920769
>guard challenge?
>ruger-chan?
>IS HE DRAWING FOR YOU?!
Wouldn't you like to know.

>>31921691
How the hell did you manage that. Nigga charged me 30 bucks

>>31917557
It needs to stop before I destroy the feels of all and become Feelactus, eater of worlds.

>>31921785
I write things people like for reasons I cannot comprehend.

>>31921894
'cause you write dam good stories numbnuts

>our master of feels is here with another storie
>get the tissues ready guys

http://pastebin.com/c63d3kq6

>>31921894
Because titties.

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Stocks correlate to underwear, right?

I see stockless shotguns all day. Would bird's head grips correlate to a trap waffegeist?

>>31922028
Stocklessness was brought up in Nano!! Turns out, it just means that not having a stock means you don't wear underwear.

>>31921151
>>31921163
>>31921176
>>31921189
What, does /k/ not approve of my gun porn? I realise that saying anything but the Kar98k is seen as 'the greatest standard issue bolt action ever made' is basically blasphemy here, but it IS written as a point of view/opinion rather than trying to push it as fact. There's a big difference between...

>The Lee Enfield is better
and
>I think the Lee Enfield is better

>>31922122
>check em

It just seems like today is a slow day for /wfg/, just wait later and see.

>>31922271
Fair enough, I'll be patient. Definitely need to lurk more. For now, I'm getting some much-needed writing done on my current novel. It's completely non-/k/ though, so not relevant here. There probably won't be a single firearm showing up in the whole thing, and I'm also kind of doubting it'll be as long as my first novel. Over 80,000 words (I hear 50,000 is essentially the minimum for what's considered a novel). This one will probably be up to 60,000 at most, I figure. Might be able to sell it for as low as $7.99 perhaps, which seems like a more appropriate price for such a new and inexperienced author. Still, I was glad that I could keep my first novel at only $9.99. Didn't want to go $10.00+.

Where the discord links at?

>>31922122
Is you want that, just go to any other thread on /k/. This thread is for writing stories about rifle girls.

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>>31922122
i'll give you some feedback tomorrow, im kinda drunk now

>>31922028
>Would bird's head grips correlate to a trap waffegeist?
no

>>31922949
No worries, been there before, and thanks in advance! Also, I read that image, and that's fucking awesome writing! I don't think it'd translate well into being edited in a format fit for a novel, but it would be an ideal manga with minimal to no changes. I don't think it was written with the intent to seel though, eh? Probably just a hobby. Still, if coupled with an animator/graphic designer or whatever, I could see it getting published. Any thought been given to that? Surely some /k/ommandos would like to buy it.

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>>31923079
Your shit stinks and not in the good stink of a shit of someone who eats nothing but the most aromatic of fruits and then squirts out the foulest of liquid shits.

>>31923172
Overall it's just not good.

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Should I post it?

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>>31917673

>Guard's wife likes my writing

>>31923079
I wouldnt give your writing to Hillary Clinton you blue haired autistic fuckboi. I wouldnt flaggulate myself with a copy of your work. I wouldnt slip it past my hairy brown starfish and stimulate my prostate with your writing. You have not only dissapointed me, /k/, and your parents but the entirety of your ancestry. If you had any shame you would commit seppukku to regain the lost honor of your ancestors.

>>31923079
>>31923219
>>31923237
http://vocaroo.com/i/s1a8SKHyaMNo

>>31923269
WEW

>>31922122
>Kar98
>greatest bolt action
That's a funny way to say K31.

>>31923269
>commit sudoku
WEW
LAD
But all in all, that was pretty amusing.

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>>31923025

>>31923237
>>31923269
>>31923298
>>31923412
I'm genuinely almost in tears from laughing, especially the audio clip. That was glorious!

>>31923307
Ah, I've owned a K31, great rifles. Especially the trigger, probably the greatest trigger I've ever had the privilege to fondle. Still, there's some issues with the design when compared to my beloved No.4 Lee Enfield.

>Cannot fire without letting go of the bolt
>Short radius notch-and-post sights vs long radius apertures
>Can still feel the cock-on-open action even though it's straight-pull
>No storage space in buttstock for oil can and pull-through
>Stock is often beat to fuck
>Barrel isn't free-floating (though the accuracy of the K31 is reknown, pointless for me to even bring this bit up really)
>6-rnd mag instead of 10-rnd (Eh, it's a small negative comparison, but a negative comparison all the same for the K31)

What the K31 DOES have going for it when compared to the No.4 Lee Enfield...

>Superior safety
>Comes with a muzzle cover
>God tier cleaning kit
>Stronger action can likely take hotter ammo
>Might be a bit more accurate but really I wager the two rifles would have to be brought out to beyond half a kilometer before it becomes particularly apparent (No.4 Mk.I Lee Enfield was at least 2MOA out of the factory as I recall. No.4 Mk.2 was even better)
>Perhaps a tad lighter? If so, it'd be a negligible amount, I wager

Great rifles, both of them, but I'd stick to the No.4 Lee Enfield. It's got a faster/smoother action, almost twice the capacity, better sights, and I like being able to store cleaning supplies in the firearm itself. I also have equipment for reloading .303 so .303 British is presently more common/affordable than 7.5x55 Swiss. If I got stuck with a K31 though, I'd be FAR from complaining about it.

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>>31923543
The thing that bothers me most is that I'm not sure if this is trolling or literal, palpable autism.

>>31923664
If there's anything there that's untrue, then feel free to point it out, however considering this is a thread about books/stories, it would probably be best if we didn't spiral this down into a flamewar about what our favourite manually-operated, standard-issue, WWII rifle was. I love my favourite, you love your favourite (and frankly, I probably like it a lot too; there's not many WWII rifles I dislike), so it might be best to not argue about it. I find these aspects significant enough to choose one to be preferred over the other, however you might find them insignificant and so choose a different rifle because of the aspects of it that you prefer. Everyone is different.

But yeah, no, I genuinely would not be surprised if I have actual literal autism.

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>>31923721
You should really get someone to diagnose you just to be sure.

>>31923735
Perhaps some day. Even so, I don't think it would invalidate my stance or information.

Why is this thread so empty!

I-Is this thing o-on?


S-should I post my story?


I-it's my first time writing

>>31924590
Post it faggot

>>31924590
Go for it bro

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>It's Friday morning, bright and early, 7 AM
>You're a Beretta M9, serial number 157292, and you're just waking up to the morning rays coming through the front of the shop now that the cage has been rolled back up by the opening staff.
>Despite the fact that you're - technically - a civilian model, you still love lording over the few other Beretta's with waffengeists in your case about your M9 designation. 92fs's just don't have the pedigree you have.
>You idly chat with the one other 'geist on your shelf, a used Browning Hi-Power named Sadie. She might not have a family name as prestigious and proud as yours, but she's still leaps and bounds better than most of the other 'geists in the shop.
> You shudder internally at the thought of philipino 1911's and .22 lugers thinking they're worthy of being in the same display case as you.
>Thankfully the owner of the store seems to feel the same way, as he keeps most of that trash on the end of the counter, in a case near the tac-knives and paracord friendship bracelets.
>Your conversation gets interrupted as the bell on the door chimes, an older guy comes in and the new skinny sales guy on shift right now walks near your case and starts talking with him.
>He's a little out of shape, but he's got aviators and a slick military-style haircut and salt-and-pepper stuble, and you can't help but day dream about him anyway. Maybe he's a navy seal, and he's looking for an M9 to replace the one he lost in combat and to use as his carry gun.
>You imagine being used in high speed low drag competitions and tactical seminars before you're jolted out of your imagination by the door to your case being opened.
This is it, I'm finally going to get purchased and fired and I'll kick ass and take na-
>The skinny new guy grabs Sadie and lifts her out onto the counter, clumsily clearing her and handing her to the man before shutting the case again.
Shit.

>>31924590
Go for it.

Also, I kinda want to ask of the writers or the guard guy who did the world building.

Can a geist under any circumstance leave their rifle? The Jagdtiger guy mentioned this briefly but was very vague about it. Or does that apply to tank grills only?

Its the anon from last night who started the 92fs story. Put on a name for tracking. Still a WIP. Posting from the beginning

Damaged Goods

>The man behind the counter gives you a mildly concerned look.
>"You sure you want that one bud?"

"Yup, she's the one."

>"If you say so."

>After fumbling for the keys, he manages pop open the display and remove your new (well, new to you) handgun.

>You've been contemplating picking up one of the police trade-in 92fs from your LGS for a week now.

>After seeing Die Hard as a kid, you knew you had to had one, and you couldn't argue with the price. $200 pre tax was the lowest you have seen one go for, then again, she was in pretty rough shape.

>Extensive holster wear, knicks and scratched all over the place, no paint left on the sights... Poor thing looks like it was stored in a bucket of dirt in the police cruisers trunk. It was so bad that the shop didn't even both to clean any of it themselves.

>Even with all of the imperfections, you knew you had to have it. That 5 inch barrel and comfy ergos beckoned you.

>"You know, not many people actually have the patience to pick up old police guns these days, we've seen a few people sell these back to us at a loss. You sure you know what you are doing?"

>You have heard the rumors about problematic police trade-in's before, countless malfunctions and failures to fire even with nothing mechanically wrong with the gun. Some people have wrote it off as a product of abuse and neglect.

>Even though you have had your mind made up for a while, a salesman trying to talk you out of buying something still catches you off guard, causing slight hesitation before replying.

"Absolutely."

>"Alrighty then, your total is $214.00 after tax. Goodluck."

"Thanks..."

>After a short drive home, you start on your usual new gun routine. Making sure that everyone else is put away in the safe, you take the 92fs and place it on your work bench.

"Hey there, my name is Anon, I'm your new owner!"

>>31924837

>You're met by... silence?
>Almost every gun you brought home practically jumped for joy after getting out of those display cases
>Or at least did a bit of stretching

"No need to be shy, I know you're a little rough around the edges at the moment, but I promise to clean you right up. I would just like to get to know you a little before hand."

>Silence again

"I understand, this may take a little getting used to. Tell you what, I'm going to go and change out of my work clothes and clean myself up a bit. Maybe we can talk after, yeah?"

>With those words you head out of the shop (aka, your spare bedroom turned workshop) and into your own bedroom. After a quick change of clothes and face wash, you head back to the work bench.

>Upon entering the room, you notice a woman sitting on the edge of the bench probably in her late teens or even early twenties.
>She is in much worse shape that you thought at first. Her dull black hair that fell around her shoulders was full of knots and frayed at the ends. Clothing tattered on the edges with many tears in them, the soles of her patrol boots barely hanging on; skin covered in patches of carbon fouling.
>Then there are all of the knicks and scratches on her, and that is only what you can see.

"Oh, good. I see that you are at least comfortable enough to show yourself."
>Still no response
>You put on a gentle smile, hoping to ease her a bit more, but soon you notice her eyes are closed.
>Taking a few step closer to the bench
"Hey now, you can open your eyes, I promise I'm not THAT ugly..." you say jokingly.
>Still no response
"Do you have a name?"

>"N-no..."

>At least we are making a little progress, but why is she refusing to open her eyes?

"Is my shop too bright for you?"

>"I don't know..."

>What kind of answer is th-
>She finally open her eye's
>You are met with a pair of glazed over, milky white eyes, which seemingly look past you

>>31924848
"Oh... right, your sights."
>A frown forms on her face as she casts her gaze to the floor
"Look, I'm going to get you back to 100% in no time okay? I promise."
>You place a reassuring hand on her slender shoulder, but this only causes her to tense up, winching slightly
"I treat all of my guns as if they were family. I don't know how they do it at the PD, but things will be better here."

>No response, but she manages to give you a small nod before returning to her gun form in the blink of an eye

"Okay then, lets get started."

>>31924861

>You may have never owned a 92fs, but you’ve seen enough videos on how to take one down that it almost comes naturally.
>Upon separating the slide from the frame, you begin to realize that a full tear down may be required. Carbon mixed with God knows what coats all of the innards of the poor Beretta. The trigger is gritty and it takes extra effort to cock the hammer one handed.
“Full tear down it is.”
>After a few minutes, you have your bench block as well as all of the assorted pin punches laid out
>Never having gone this far, you pull out your phone and begin searching for a full dissasembly guide.
>You can’t help but think of all of grief the others would give you for watching this “smut”
>But, now the real work begins
>As you begin taking your new Beretta apart piece by piece, you think back on the somewhat uncomfortable first encounter with her
>You really need to think of a name as well…

>You had to be a bit more rough than you would have liked in order to get everything apart, but luckily none of the neglect seems to have done any damage (physical at least).
>The mound of gunk under the extractor was the worst part, you’d be surprised if she was able to throw any brass at all towards the end of her run at the PD.

>After removing as much fouling as you could, you take another look at the sights
>Yup, completely gone, not even a hint of paint left
>Refinishing sights can be tricky business, as the slightest mistake results in an uncomfortable experience for the Geist involved.
>Most people simply slap model paint or nail polish, but these quick home jobs often lead to poor focus, limited vision or even lazy eyes in a few unfortunate instances you have read about.
“I’ll probably have to shell out some cash for this one”
>With how much you spent on her at the store, you can handle having a professional job done
>But now, it’s time for the next step.

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>>31924869

>The ultrasonic cleaner is finally warmed up and ready to go.
>According to the other girls, it’s not the most pleasant experience, but they can’t argue with the results.
>Being a 10L unit, you are able to fit every part in one go, less the springs of course
>The moment the “Start” button is depressed, large columns of black filth begin rising from the parts.
>You take this time to inspect the springs, half of which are showing some surface rust.
“Poor girl…”
>Her demeanor earlier is starting to make more sense now.

>You spent who knows how much time drying and re-lubing parts, but eventually she is all back together.
>You pick her up, and level the sights at the lamp on the other end of the room
“The Hell…”
>Taking a closer look at the rear sights, you notice flakes in the recessed holes.
>You grab a plastic pick and, very gently, prod at the flakes
“No fucking way.”
>The flakes begin to break away, revealing the original sight paint underneath
>Excited, you begin working away at the rest of the rear sights, as well as the front post
>It’s all there, and still in good shape.

>You clear your tools out of the way and set her back down on the bench
>”She has to be feeling 10x better now” you think to yourself
“Feeling better?”
>In the blink of an eye, she return to her human form
>To say she looks better would be a massive understatement, her hair is now shiny and flowing just past her shoulders, not a speck of carbon remains on her, but the scars and knicks are still present… yet her eyes still remain closed
“I did what I could to clean up your sights, but I think you should be ab-
>Once again, she opens her eyes, but this time you are met with a set of steely bluish-gray jewels, boring holes right through you
>You choke on your words
“able to see okay now…”
Thats all I have for now. Hopefully I'll have time to keep working on it this week if anyone is still interested.

>>31924883
Don`t you dare quit on me boy

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>>31924883
Good stuff man, can't wait to read more of it

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Welp, reading some of the stories here seems to have finally allowed me to shake of my writers block. It's been quite some time since I last did anything, but I'm going to give it a shot. This is going to be a bit of a short story, and if people like it, will act as a "prologue" to more. I'll so post some random stuff from my /k/ picture folder.
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>Homefront

It’s funny how the human brain works, how seemingly insignificant details can trigger memories. Like how the almost empty bottle of mouthwash on the vanity next to you brings back a startlingly clear thought you had over two years ago. You figure it has something to do with how early it is. You are only half awake, the need to empty you bladder the only thing keeping you even semi-conscious. In your sleep addled state, you muse on why the former inhabitant of this house never got a new bottle of mouthwash since they were getting so low. You know they hadn’t because you went through every cabinet, cupboard, and closet in the place the night before, but you still wonder what make them put it off. The situation sends you back to November of 2016.

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>>31925061
You had been sitting in the living room of your tiny apartment doing an inventory of your meager ammunition supply. You were drinking, a habit that had been getting worse, and you had discovered your bottle of scotch was getting low. The same was true for the vodka, and the rum was already gone. You had made a mental note to buy more. Funds were tight, and at the time booze was more important than bullets. The booze helped you sleep, and sleep was good. When you were asleep, you didn’t have to deal with the crippling depression brought on by the thought of your dead end job, lack of social life, how long it had been since you last got laid, and how things were quickly spiraling out of control only a week or two after Hillary won the election.

With a content sigh, you give your junk a few shakes and stuck it back into your pants before sleepily stumbling back towards the bedroom. Unlike the mouthwash, you had eventually bought more alcohol, several times over in fact. Without a meteor, super virus, or alien invasion, societal collapse doesn’t happen overnight; it took time for things to really come apart. The constant accusations of rigged elections, criminal misconduct, sham investigations; it all helped add more fuel to an already volatile situation. The first assassination attempt was the spark that really set everything off.

>fucking over word limit by 60 characters for the next bit

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>>31925079

With a discontented groan you roll out of bed, your reflections on the past and the feelings elicited by such memories making getting back to sleep impossible. You figure it’s probably mid-morning anyway, and you got at least a few good solid hours of uninterrupted sleep. You grab your water bottle off the side of your backpack and unscrew the top. As you tilt your head back and take a measured gulp from the container, you hear the faint echo of gunshots outside. You take a moment to consider topography as you screw your water bottle shut and come to the conclusion that the shots came from farther north. Shouldn’t be a problem, you’re headed in the opposite direction anyway.

As you lace up your boots, you recall the first time you heard gunshots from your apartment. You remember being surprisingly unfazed by it. You had gone to bed early after a particularly hard day of work and were awoken in the middle of the night by the distinctive popping echoes. They had come in intermittent waves. You hadn’t even bothered to turn the light on as you got out of bed and pulled a rifle case from your closet. You rocked a fully loaded mag into your Vz.58 and propped up against the wall next to your bed before crawling back under the covers. That had been the last time the gun had come out of its case; it had never gone back in.

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>>31925088
The initial crackdowns had resulted in only minor resistance: a handful of right-wing nutjobs and some of the more extreme “militias” acting out. Retribution was swift and brutal. MRAPS and helicopters backing up swarms of police that were outfitted like they were taking a day trip into Mosul. The standoffs were short, and each dead cop was another martyr to the religion of gun control. You stopped buying ammo altogether when the Registry went into effect. It kept track of when, what kind, and how much ammunition a person purchased. The “common sense” behind the law being that it would help single out obviously unstable hoarders or persons stockpiling for a mass shooting from otherwise lawful gun owners who simply didn’t need anything beyond the small amount of ammo deemed acceptable for training and home defense.

You slip into your shoulder holster before donning your jacket and slinging your pack before picking up your Vz from where it sits next to the bed, just like all those months before. You don’t carry much besides a spare rifle and pistol mag, water, and a little food. It’s best to travel light and avoid fights as much as you can; it leaves you plenty of room to haul back scavenged supplies and keeps you light in the even you need to run. Not to mention it draws less attention.

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>>31925095
Removing the chair wedged under the knob of the bedroom door, you ease it open and slowly peek into the hall outside. Exiting the bedroom, you keep your rifle at the low ready, a small spike of adrenaline scouring the last cobwebs of sleep from your mind and sharpening your senses as you prepare to venture out of the relative safety of your night time sanctuary and back into the rest of the world. Down the hall you stop and take a knee. Secured inside the doorframe to another room is one of your most prized possessions. With practiced ease, you slide the partially removed safety pin from the M67 grenade back into place and bend the ends back into a more secure position. The rest of the tripwire set up is quickly dismantled and wound up for reuse, the precious explosive going into your pack for safe keeping.

The second assassination attempt saw the reclassification of many high powered magnum rifles as NFA items, and the subsequent banning and confiscation of all NFA items. That set a fire under people who had invested real money into their guns, and it wasn’t long before it became illegal to possess firearms on a watercraft after the sudden rash of “boating accidents”. Open government opposition really ramped up around the same time. The writing was on the walls and people were starting to get scared. Gun owners fled in droves to “safe” states, and the void they left only solidified the governments hold on those areas. Of course, crime spikes were simply attributed to domestic terrorists and malcontents seeking to upset balance and progress or skew people’s perception on how the new laws were really making a difference.

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>>31924754
>"There's just something about these Hi-Powers that newer guns like Glocks and Berettas don't have" you hear distortedly through the scuffed plexiglass
>You're going to bite the hell of that Skinny bastard's hand next time he tries clearing you
>The older guy fingers the price tag slip tied to Sadie's trigger guard, and hands her back
>You snickered to yourself, and wait until the two men walk down the counter to the hi-points and sccy pistols
>"He thinks I'm too expensive..." Sadie says sadly
He probably thinks you're too low-capacity
>You snicker about that, Sadie's always been self concious about her bust, only having factory 10-round mags, and you figure her being mad is better than her being sad
>"Well at least I'm not an Italian, B-e-r-e-t-t-a is a funny way to spell 'Carcono', wop" she huffs at you
"Hey, I was made here in America, miss made-in-argentina"
>"Y-yeah, well at least I've been fired by a man before!"
>Ouch, that was a fucking low blow. Well, two can play at that game. You start making fun of her safety lever, she starts making fun of yours.
>This continues for a while, and eventually devolves into the two of you making fun of the milsurp girls on the far wall.
>1 oclock rolls around, the shift changes, and you lose out on your chance to bite a chunk out of the new guy's hand.
>You and Sadie are staring with rapt attention at the muted television hanging in the corner, trying to understand what Trump is saying at a rally through the poorly transcribed subtitles. Your attention doesn't even wander off the screen as you hear the door chime, and a quiet, unsteady voice greet the salesman at the counter.
>It does however break your death stare at the television when you hear the word "Beretta"

>>31925104
And that's all I've done for now. Feedback welcome, and please be honest with it. I'd hate to waste time writing if people really don't like it.

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>>31925111
>What you see before you makes you feel a phantom cringe over your face, even though you're in your gun form right now
>6'1, 230 unshaven pounds of hydrogenated oils and transfats squeezed into a dirty looking shirt with "front toward enemy" on it. You looked down him, and it only got more and more strange.
>He's wearing some sort of camouflage pants with specs of brown and yellow and green all over them, with a patch with a cartoon girl with some sort of chinese writing poorly sewn to the back pocket.
>He rings his hands nervously as he talks to the counter guy, and looks like he's working up courage to ask a girl out to prom. Again, phantom sensations hit you, only this time it's the feeling of revulsion rising up in your throat, similar to vomiting.
>He points to your case, and images of him mexican carrying you, lubing you with WD40, and NDing you into his pet cat flash across your mind.
Maybe he's after one of the 92fs's? Or the PX4's, they usually sell fi-
>He finishes saying something, all you catch in your panicked state is that he stuttered, and spoke the last words very fast, and he points in your general direction
>sweatingCLP.gif
>The counter guy opens up your case, reaches in, you go cold and brace for the worst
>It never comes
>He picks up Sadie, and lifts her out onto the counter, smoothly clearing her and handing her over to the fat hairy beast before you
>You wonder if this is what the AR's meant when they were talking about "mallninjas", before a sudden sadness sets in, mixed with guilt.
>You like Sadie, you don't want to see her go. Especially not to somebody like that, he'll probably keep her in a shoe box, or worse, in his bathroom to get rusted shut every time he takes a showe-
>The counter guy slips Sadie back onto her holder, and for a second you feel relief, and then horror as his hand comes toward you.
>It's looked down upon to do this, but you can't control yourself and you let a quiet "eep" slip out as he picks you up.

>>31924764
It's mostly been up to the author thus far. Any lore is a guideline more than anything.

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>>31925143
>The counterguy pauses, asks Jabba the hutt what he said, who looks even more nervous "I-I didn't say anything"
>You can smell him from here, he smells like stagnant water mixed with bacon grease.
>He takes you in his pudgey, doughy hand.
>He stares hard at you, and only you, looking like he's trying to avoid eye contact with the salesman.
>He fumbles at pulling your slide back, looks into your action quickly, and then lets your slide down too softly and gives the fatty meat that makes up the web of his hand a hard slide bite. You gag, and think you can taste a bit of his grime on your tongue now.
>He accidentally engages your safety, your slide's just a hair out of battery.
>After trying to hide the fact that he just hurt himself on you, he taps your slide, making your hammer fall, which seems to startle him a little.
>He's got brown eyes, greasy hair, and facial hair a few shades lighter than the stuff on his head.
>You also notice his face is turning a little red, clearly embarassed.
>He stammers out "I-I'll take it" and you think you feel your heart shatter
>You look at the counter guy, your last hope
>He looks disturbed, but hides it well.
>"$800"
>You're shocked for a moment, but you realize he's just trying to disuade this walking stack of garbage. You're a good gun - the BEST gun infact, but 800 is a little stee-
>"Okay"
>He sets you down incredibly gently on the plexiglass, it feels like gravity pulling you out of a hunk of silly putty.
>The counterguy quickly grabs you, walks you over to the cash register, and discretely rips off your price tag, way under 800 dollars.
>Reality sets in, you're stiff, even for a being made of high strength steel. You feel chills, you feel phantom sensations of your head swimming, your mind is blank.
>You used to dream and whisper and laugh about how one day you'd be in the holster of a real warrior, a skilled artist of combat.

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>>31925226
>You would shoot, your master's strong hands would guide you, caress you, bring you to a higher level of completeness and purpose that only a skilled operator could.
>You were going to be big, were going to be good, were going to do great things..
>You feel crushed.
>You see the fat bastard waddle over your way, and then you imagine yourself being literally crushed later under his massive weight.
>It fills you with disgust, and then immediately after, more sadness.
>You simultaneously feel a little oil come out of your action, and drip out along your barrel onto the counter, as well as another phantom sensation of tears streaming down your face.
>In the span of three minutes, your life, your entire world has been ruined.
>Before you can even lament on the fact, you feel the fingers of your new... owner, run over your grip panels across your family's logo.
>It sends shakes up and down your spine, and you feel yourself cringe at the sensation.
>You feel the counter guy hoist you up, and quickly set you in a carry case, and everything becomes dark and muffled.
>Thank browning for small miracles, maybe he'll drop you in a river on his way home and you'll rust into nothing.
>Maybe he'll die of a heart attack and his family will turn you into a gun buy back and you'll be crushed.
>You imagine Sadie calling you a dummy, and saying it's not that bad.
>You then imagine those stuck up glocks exploding from p+ ammunition and it makes you feel a little better.
>You hear muffled conversation outside, then you feel movement, then the sounds of a car, and finally more movement.
>He sets the case down roughly, opens it up, and you see a rather well-decorated and clean house, which is a surprise.

>>31924883
YOU BEST KEEP HEALING THAT SPAGHETTIFU, SON

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>>31925327
>A tiled kitchen, beautiful breakfast table, new appliances and tasteful kitchen-chic statuettes.
>Your gawking stops, as his meat mittens grab you, enveloping you in their mass. He sets you down, opens a laptop, and starts playing a disassembly video. Of you. Or.. one of your sisters... Cousins? It's a hard system to put into words.
>If you felt violated before, this is 10 times worse. You try to sort of.. close your eyes, which isn't a descriptor that works very well considering you're a bunch of finely milled steel and strong plastic, but it's the best one you've got.
>Eventually he finishes, and racks you a few times, and sets you off to the side and starts loading your mags.
>You sit there, leaking from most places you have that are possible to leak from, when an older woman walks in.
>"Hi honey, what's that?"
>Your new "owner", and it hurts to say that even in the confines of your own mind, speaks without his stuttering awkwardness for once.
>"Oh, nothing special, just my new gun" he seems almost proud of what he's done, picking you up and showing his mom.
>You just feel.. numb, at this point.
>Concern and something almost like pitty runs across her facial features for a second, but she hides it quickly, and he doesn't seem to notice it.
>"That's... nice hon'." she says, saying nothing more before walking away to another part of the house.
>Your owner looks confused, but goes back to loading mags.
>After fumbling with the process of reloading for a while, he loads both of them to full, slips the mag inside you with some surprising speed and dextierity, and racks your slide.
>Despite your previous numbness, now you're filled with fear.
>You don't want to be ND'd into the wall or his mom, no matter how shitty he is.
>Surprisingly, especially with what happened at the store fresh in your mind, he handles you without any major fuck ups.

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>>31924883
i enjoy this one buddy boy, give more

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>>31925457
>He walks you, your case, and your spare mag up the stairs.
>You have a little hope that maybe it won't be quite so bad here.
>Earlier you were thinking it would be an in-door landfill complete with seagulls and wild dogs, but so far it's been pretty decent.
>What little hope you had gets dashed, smashed, and thoroughly washed away as he opens the door to his room and the smell hits you like brass from an overgassed AR.
>He steps in quickly and shuts the door, and the smell overwhelms you, and permeates your being.
>It smells like dick in here.
>It smells like nothing but dick in here.
>He sets you on a dresser, and between the sensations of gagging and sputtering, you observe his room.
>It's about as bad as you expected, dark and gloomy, clothes lying everywhere, plates and cups stacked next to a computer, unkept bookshelves littered with cartoon-books, and a pile of what looks like mismatching military gear on the ground in his open closet.
>His mom raps on the door, and says through it "Come on Anon, it's time to go"
>He yells a long "okaaay" and goes to type faster.
>The smell is still overpowering your senses, and your attention.
>You suddenly realize that he's up, standing near you, rummaging through the drawer.
>He pulls out a spray can, and sprays himself liberally with it.
>It smells awful, but compared to the ambient smell of this room, it might as well be a field of lilacs.
>You take in your limited reprieve, and formulate a plan.
>He slips on a military surplus jacket, and walks out of his room.
>The second, the very second you hear the door click shut, you transform into your geist form, run to the window, draw the curtains, and pull on the window with all your might.
>You're pretty sure this thing hasn't been opened for a few years.
>You stick your head against the window screen, and breathe deeply.

How's that game /k/ was making? The VN with guns.

So, how about the Discord server everyone was babbling about last thread?

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>>31925621
>Your heart rate slows down, you relax and try to enjoy the first pleasant thing, discounting that spray, that you've experienced in hours.
>You see him run down the drive way, high-five a guy in a car before climbing into the passenger seat.
>The car dips noticeably as he gets in, and you get to experience another thing you haven't felt for a few hours, lighthearted laughter.
>You hear the sound of the door behind you being opened, you panic and switch back to gun form, dropping about a foot onto the computer table you were leaning over.
>His mom walks in and picks you up.
>You're heart rate immediately spikes through the roof again, and you pray to browning she doesn't decide to look down the barrel and accidentally pull your trigger.
>"Why does he like these things so much..." she says with a mix of disapproval and confusion in her voice.
>You scoff at that, and think "Why do you like getting your parenting tips from day time television, bitch"
>It makes you a little less unhappy, for a moment, until she sets you down and goes to close your window. The smell of dick washes back.
>You feel like an Egyptian soldier being crushed from both sides by the red sea.
>You're pointed at his computer screen, and you read what he was typing so hurriedly earlier in a doomed attempt to distract your now-intangible nose from this hell.
>"5:22 PM - AyyncientAlium: Yo dude, check out my new gun"
>"5:23 PM - AyyncientAlium: I think I'm going to call her Emily"
>"5:25 PM - MysticTazman: Why would you name a gun if it doesn't have a spirit thingy?"
Huh.. I have a name. Emily.
>At least it's not a total loss, you're a little bit happier knowing that fact.

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>>31925676
Post Script:

>At least it's not a total loss, you're a little bit happier knowing that fact.
>Anon's mom starts picking up the plates, clinking away as she looks around the room.
>"I wish he'd clean his room more often..."
You and me both, lady, I'm the one who has to fucking live in it.
>She tosses a few clothes around, pairing them by color.
>You turn your attention back to the screen.
Emily
>You like that name, it's got a ring to it.
Emily Beretta.
High speed, low drag, percision fighting machi-
>Your train of thought comes to a complete and total crashing hault as a white towel flies at you, and lands right near you, one corner of it touching your muzzle.
>It's wet. And Sort of Crusty.
>Your mind goes blank, every fiber of your being recoils, but your steel body stays firmly where it is despite it.
IT'S A- IT'S WET- OH GOD IT SMELLS- NO. NO. NO. EW. NO.

>His mom spends another 35 minutes sorting through clothes and sheets before you're able to change form and hurl the rag across the room.

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>>31925680
Title is "The Life and Times of Emily 9"

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>>31924883
Keep goin, ya son of a bitch

>>31925120
I'm hooked, man, looking forward to more.

>>31925686
I am enjoying her anger, keep it up.

>>31925686
>tfw my first gun was a Beretta 92FS
>tfw despite numerous range trips I treat her like the Crown Jewels
It's amusing and making me feel conflicted. Good stuff.

>>31926121
Making you feel conflicted?

>>31924764
The """"lore""" is a guideline, made for inspiration and for influence. It's up for the Authors to do what they wish.

>>31925680
I feel sort of sad just reading this. Pls he happy

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>>31925676
>>31925680
If I ever become a fat neglectful fuck like that, I hope my folks shoot me immediately.

Alright, here's the start to somthing that's not depressing af. Anon and SKS attempt a stalker challenge


OK, I think the turn is up here on the right"


"You think?" Replies your ever sarcastic SKS.


"Yeah, it should be here. But the satellite maps are a few years old so let's just keep looking" you say as you motion for Katya to slow down a bit.


"There!" You shout and she slams on the brakes and nearly puts the little jeep in the ditch.


"You reeaally haven't gotten the hang of this whole driving thing have you?" You say with a chuckle looking at the embarrassed but amused waffegeist.


"Yeah, but atleast I can drive" she says with a smirk.


"Alright, I think it'd be best if we hide the jeep outta view. It should be able to fit down that trail, even if it's a bit overgrown"


You hear branches rubbing against the side of the vehicle as you put away the maps that list this as an unused mining road. I becomes hard to ignore Katya's looks of displeasure as the jeep slowly creeps down the trail and around a corner. "That should be enough, no?" She says and looks over at you.


"As long as we can't see the highway, I think it's good" you say, opening your door and going around to the back.


You begin pulling out gear and passing it to Katya who checks it over and starts separating it into piles.


"Alright, that should be it" you say, handing her a set of web gear and pulling on the other set over your winter coat. “We missing anything?”


“Nothing that I can see” Katya says as she bends over to get a better look at the piles of milsurp at her feet, giving you a good look at her ass in the process.


She swished her tail in your face to get your attention “when you are done admiring the view, can we get back to the task at hand?”

>>31926806

“Uh huh, yeah. Just a bit more” you replied, laughing as you barely managed to dodge a tossed canteen.


“I hope you know im not going to go get that” you tell Katya as you kneel down next to her and start checking the other large ALICE pack. “Let’s see, clothes, MREs, ammo, first aid kit, spare maps. And wait, where did the Sake go?”


Katya giggles in response “i’ve got no idea”, but the muffled clink of glass on metal from her pack alerts me to the truth.


“No idea huh? Well, i’ve got everything then.” I answer as I tighten the straps and heft the rather bulky pack.


"Jesus, this is heavier than I thought” I say and glance over at Katya who shoulders her smaller pack with suspicious ease.


“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear over the sound of you being a little bitch”


“Nothing, you finally ready?” I reply “I mean, jesus i know it takes women forever to get ready but this is something else…”


Laughing, she tosses me the canteen that she threw earlier “How dare you assume my gender shitlord” She places her hands on her hips and proudly exclaims “I am a proud Yugoslavian rifle, and you will treat me as such.”


“Yeah well, get your proud slav ass in gear” I reply as she takes my hand and we turn down the path away from the busy road and all the stresses of modern life along with it.

I've already got this 'binned, and I'm writing more. But this is all I've got so far.

>>31924883
Dam m8 your good

>>31925686
Dam m8 thats kinda meta
>pls keep going

>>31925680
>>31925676
>>31925621
>>31925457
Im fucking wheezing

>>31924883
>>31925120
>>31925680
>>31926817
I was starting to worry that /wfg/ might have been on the down swing and starting to die, and then you guys go and write some cool shit.

On a completely unrelated note, im looking for a job as of 2 hours ago. Does anyone have any recommendations for a college dropout? I'm kinda wanting to try being a nightshift security guard.

>>31927112
For me, I'm on my final 4 weeks of the semester, so writing may be a little infrequent for me. I do have a small Thanksgiving break, but it may end up being filled with work and studying. Come winter break and I should be more active.

>>31927121
Its just seemed a bit slow around here for the past 2 or 3 threads. This general is the only reason I visit 4chan anymore.

I am definitely looking forward to more of your story. At the moment, I'd say your story is in my top 3.

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What part of a waffengiest is the heart or "soul" in? Like a lot of parts get replaced or heavy work done on them in these stories. So what is the one part that you cannot replace, lest it be a new girl?

>>31927301
I'd say most of us use the bolt that houses the actual spirit, which is semi-supported in Upotte!! as that seems to be the brain of the gun, hence why FN-FAL is not really FN-FAL right now and Red Steel has the original bolt hostage.

>>31927309
Neat. I would have guessed the firing pin. So what would bending the bolt on a mosin or modifying it on another gun do to the geist?

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>mfw there is a SJW lurking on my bin

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>>31920196
Yep, you got it. Only thing left is to reinsert the youtube links into prolouge part 2, if you want.

>>31927301
Bolt. Definitely the bolt and the receiver to a certain extent

>>31927503
are they trying to get rid of JT's story AGAIN?

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>>31927547
pastebin is a bit peachy with links to youtube, and im on trial thanks to that fucking SJW, as soon the as the trial ends i'll add them

>i dont want to give ammo to that nu male to get me b&

>>31927571
i expended some time renaming JT stories because that, but he reported anyone with the word fag, autist

>if he bothered to read the stories i would need to reupload all 90 'bins

Got it. Keep on keeping on.

>>31927589
The obvious answer is to electronically fuck him in the ass to assert dominance.

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https://youtu.be/fXRJBK8oJSA

>It's been a few hours now
>The hull has been breached in the lower half, and is still bleeding fuel and oxygen into the void
>The order was given to seal bulkheads
>The screams lasted only minutes
>The nightmares will last the rest of your life
>What's left of the bridge crew looks haggard, some having not slept for days
>Everyone keeps on though
>The desperate pleas of the radio officer as she radios for help
>The same dance she's done every 10 minuets for the last few hours
>You don't have the heart to tell her to stop, some of the other crew still finding hope in her cries that echo into the indifferent void
>You know, in your heart, that you are the only ones left
>The ship's AI looking worse for wear, her distracted body langue showing just how much strain she's under, keeping what's left of the vessel functioning
>And then that's when you see it.
>The visual profile of the gigantic purple hull of the enemy cruiser almost fills the screen at the same time the sensors officer screams
"Contact!"
>You're certain now, they'll finish things here
>You don't even have time to bellow orders before the first set of turquoise beams rips into the bottom hull, most likely severing it for good
>Another impact, this time on the starboard as another salvo impacts the engines
>The VI, her long blue hair being thrown everywhere in the projection as the entire bridge shudders from the explosion
>Damn, they're toying with you now
>You only have a moment to get up when you notice her looking you in the eyes
>The red klaxons clashing with her brilliant blue profile
>her warm glow being one of the few remaining light sources on the bridge
>She gives you a knowing look
>You assent to her judgement
Kaitlin, Initiate Cole Protocol, Article 2.
God help us all.
>She nods somberly, and her display winks out.
>As another salvo of enemy plasma rips into the ship, as the proximity alarms scream of the multiple enemy boarding craft

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>>31927878
>"Sir... it's been... an honor"
>her voice echos, as she finishes the final steps, ripping herself apart
>You'll never get home now, but neither will they
>You close your eyes proudly, a distant explosion ripping it's way into your heart
>Not much longer now
>The echos down the hallway seemingly echoing the sentiment
>More explosions rock the ship, as the smell of melting steel fills your nostrils as they cut into the bridge
>You look at the smaller button on the right of the console, a key already turned and inserted
>Your daughters key chain dangling limply off the edge
>The hand that hovers over the button is suddenly helped by the explosion as the doors explosively shoot inwards towards the bridge console
>The final command, now fully depressed, loses it's illumination
>You turn around, the enemies ugly visage filling your vision through eyes blurred by blood

See you in hell.

>The ships rips itself apart
>Explosions of bright yellow flame contrasting with the multiple impacts of teal temporally paint a beautiful vista on top of the infinite dark that surrounds them

>And then quiet echos of an different void fill this space once more

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Jealous rugerchan when

>>31927162
>top 3
>/wfg/ is only reason to go to 4chan

What stories do you like best, then? if you don't mind me asking

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>>31927162
>top 3

>>31927893
Vepr12's hotline story, kommando vs wild, and the story about the Ruger vaquero are my 3 favorite stories at the moment.

I also really enjoy Jt's ayylmao vs tanks story, and Fal's stories.

Honestly, I really enjoy everyone's stories, but those are the ones that really stick in my memory.

Message from a friend.

"JTfag" or "fluffy" is going to inactive for a while

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Oh, it's happy JT, it's happy

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>>31928164
I don't suppose you know for how long?

>>31927112
>night shift security guard

Why does this keep coming up so frequently in my life?

The short answer is, if it's retail, or heavily based around normie interaction, don't

>>31928164
I see... Please check by the threads, I have drawings to send to her. Make sure she sees it.

>>31928344
There are only two reasons I wanna try it

-My mom got a night shift gig a few years ago that lasted about 8 months, it was actually less than a mile from her house. Basically, she sat in a small guard shed for 8-12 hours and played on her computer, and made rounds through an abandoned powerplant every couple hours.

-The warehouse I just worked 3rd shift at had guards that just read books and checked the fire doors ever couple hours.

I wouldn't mind doing either one of those jobs. I just want a job with little or no interaction with people.

>>31928404
I can check by, but I'm most likely not going to be much fun

>>31928338
Few days maybe. And there wont be much communication during this time

>>31928408

I've actually done a bit of research into becoming a security guard, as the job interested me for the same reasons. Honestly, in most cases its more trouble than it's worth. The requirements to actually gain a position vary wildly by state, and from taking with several guards, the job really does suck mostly.

Most of the guards I've talked with say the hours fucking suck and they have very little say in where and when they work. Some guys are lucky and get a relatively stable position at one place working regular hours where others get sent all over the place, sometimes multiple places a day and work really wonky hours. It all depends on the parent companies needs and what contracts they hold. They also get paid about the same as retail workers, which isn't bad looking at how little work they actually do, but it's still not that great. Most companies also don't provide any equipment and don't pay for travel as well, so that's a lot of out of pocket for you.

>>31928493
>I can check by, but I'm most likely not going to be much fun
No worries about communications, I just need you to deliver the drawings to her. Specifically image screenshots that are works in progress and drawings that are soon to be completed

>>31928493
>Few days maybe.

Oh, well that's not too bad, I was thinking like a few weeks.

>>31928511
Looks like I've still got a fair bit of research to do. I remember about a year ago, a buddy of mine was telling me he had a job getting paid about $20 an hour to be an armed guard. He told me he quit because it was too boring, all he could do was watch tv, and mess around on his laptop. What I wouldn't give for a job like that, that's like 60% of my free time.

>>31928579
For a normal person, a week or maybe two. But the person in question is very tenacious

>>31928518
I will tell when given the chance

>>31926817
This story kept giving me confusing erections

>>31928608
>tell
Deliver it when you have the chance. Get a USB/flash drive.
>tenacious
Heh, she's always been a feisty one.

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>>31924928
>>31924996
>>31925428
>>31925478
>>31925814
>>31927112
>People enjoying my writing

Wow, I'm really happy to see you guys enjoying it. Being new to writing, it's really encouraging to see the feedback.

I have a lot more planned out, some of it playing off of early world building Guard did (Mother of Guns and all that). So I'm excited to see where it goes.

-Construct

>>31929267
You wrote a pretty good story for being new to writing. I'm definetly looking forward to updates.

>>31929267
your good man it was an interesting read

>next chap when/10

>>31928164
[concern]

>>31929328
>>31929343
I'm hoping to have more done and posted here by tonight, time allowing.

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Part 6 - Ferryman of Junk

The part had finally come. You had actually helped retrieve it yourself, leading a small team through the now familiar gap in the patrols around the border. You were beginning to suspect, and some of the side conversations from Sid confirmed, that at least some of the military were paid for those gaps to be there. Nothing as brazen as driving right through, but they would take longer than usual to pass through the area you always took.

Once back on the inside, you made small talk with a few stalkers as the goods were unloaded. An angry bellow from Sidorovich interrupted the conversation.

“What do you MEAN these are the right detectors? I paid him a handsome amount to “lose” some Veles detectors for me, not give me last generation scrap!”

A muffled response.

“When you get back out there, and you see the bastard, you put a bullet in him for me. Or don’t bother coming back to The Zone. I am an honest man-”

You suppress a laugh

“ and I will not tolerate bullshit like this. Because he is outside the zone does not mean he can treat me like a senile babushka and give me trash for my pension money.”

You watch as a stalker in a darker suit hurries, almost running, out of the bunker.

You pipe up, about the handgrip

“And YOU-” he snarls.

A pause.

He takes a breadth. And several more.

“Eugh, forget it. It’s not your fault.”

Your stare serves as a cue for him to expose more of the story.

“Artifact detectors. You need artifacts detectors to find artifacts. To use artifacts to make more money. Theres some high tech shit out there now, high tech shit I paid lots of money for to make even more money reselling. And all I got”, he sighs, as he points behind him to a large sack of small electronic boxes, “are last generation junk. A whole lot of Echos and a few Bears. The latter isn’t so bad, but it doesn’t quite have the positional accuracy, and display, that a top of the line Veles does.”

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“Here,” he motions for you to come closer. “Grab that faded orange box in that bag. “

You quickly comply, and open it.

“That is a Bear detector. A little old in terms of detectors, but three years ago a stalker would have killed for something “high-tech” like this. Keep it. I’m going to lose profit on this whole bunch anyways. Maybe I can pawn it off on a few rookies…”

Starting his scheming again, you interrupt him to asking him how the thing works.

“Pop open that top part, it serves as an antenna. The Bears aren’t completely accurate to location, but the only LEDs that correspond to where the artifact is will light up. The direction changes, you change with it. Follow it until you find the artifact. Here, switch is on the left-” he reaches over, thumbing the device. It lights up, and points right at you.

“Huh, that’s odd. Reading you like you already got an artifact on you, but I don’t see any pouches for them.”

He presses the red switch on the right, holding it down for a few seconds.

“Make sure when you find artifacts, you use it like that to calibrate it with what you’ve already retrieved; it’ll save you a lot of headache and walking around in circles.” he continues to explain, as the detector is no longer going off. You stow it away.

“And my handgaurd?” you ask, a bit impatient at the distraction from your prize.

“Oh yes, it’s in here somewhere,” he mumbles, fishing through the heavy case you helped carry back through the border.

“Here.” He pulls an object wrapped in plastic.

>>31929784

You instantly tear at it, like a kid on Christmas morning going into his presents.

It’s a beautiful dark wood, a bit darker than your stock, but you suspect that’s more lighting and a smooth polish than anything.

“It’s not the original one piece handguards, but the forward catch should be able to keep it in place nonetheless.” Sidorovich says.

“Thanks Sid, “ you mention as you continue to stare at the last part of your prize.

“Don’t push your luck with that “Sid” crap. Nobody, not even my mother can call me that.”

Whoops.

Calming down once more, he motions the door

“I know you’re eager to go up north. And I’m sure you’re not wanting to stay down here, even though I could make it mighty profitable for you. Trust me, I’ve tried before. But the allure north is too great. I have one last job for you. These last couple of weeks, I’ve come to trust you. That doesn’t come lightly, not in these parts. I know you’ve been asking around, about some documents you found. Well, information’s also valuable, and I’ve looked into a bit of it myself. Now I could buy them from you outright, at an offer that’d be generous by my standards. But I’ve already sold them.”

You can’t help exclaim “What the fuck Sidorovich?”

>>31929800

“Hey hey hey, calm down. You don’t even know what you have there, and I do. And I know that those egg-heads up north would love to have some documentation like that. So, I’ve arranged for you to deliver those documents to them. At double what I would have paid you, even after my cut. “

You are still upset, but he has a point.

“If you make it north, by the Jupiter Complex, there is a small team of state-sponsored scientist yokels hiding out in a drop-in bunker. I told them it’d be an indefinite amount of time to get it to them, but they were so excited, they didn’t seem to mind. You’ll get paid only when they get the documents, not a moment before. If it turns out it’s not what they thought it was, you still get paid, though. I’ve done enough of these contracts with them to establish myself. The man you’ll be looking for is Novikov. And here-” he motions to a smaller bag you didn’t notice at your feet. “You’ll probably need what's in there. “

You grab it without looking through it.

The final thing you hear from him is the usual “and good hunting, stalker.”

You exit his bunker, probably for the last time in a while. It’s still early, but the long job last night has you tired. You pick your usual cot in the basement and catch some sleep.

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>>31929812

You must have been asleep for a while, as you wake up it’s already dark. Fuck, it’s way too late to head out.

With some time on your hands, you open that small sack Sid gave you.

Hot damn, what a parting gift. Aside from the extra anti-rads, ammunition, medkits, and food, there was a large set of nvg’s, with oversized straps to accommodate your bulky mask underneath. You have no idea how much this would even cost, as it’s not something you’ve ever seen him sell. But being able to move at night without worry bumbling into a mutant in the pitch black, or your flashlight telling every bandit in the garbage where you were, was a huge advantage.

Next, but certainly not least, is your rifle. You set it down on the cot. As if undressing your girlfriend after prom, you gently undo the front latch, sliding the worn, broken handgrip forward and off. And with even more care and gentleness, you clasp the new, darker grips onto the barrel; covering it, the operating rod, and gas cylinder system. Pressing back down on the forward latch, you step back in amazement. It’s a completely different rifle, you now feel. Gently lifting it up, in almost a princess carry, you marvel at it. It’s probably your imagination and excitement from finally having completed this task, but you feel it’s a bit warmer today. Practising sighting it, the forward grip feels much more comfortable now that you can wrap your hand around it and not get splintered. It was a bit bulkier than the last one, but you didn’t mind. You had even reworked the stock for this occasion, being careful not to buff off the Lucy etching that was still on it. You can’t get sleep with how exciting this new development is; having a weapon you can truly call your own.

>>31929823

You offer to take some of the night watch, as you have nothing else better to do, and test out your fancy new night vision toy as you stare into the night. You’re incredibly surprised by the clarity, especially given with how dark nights in The Zone usually get. As you spin around, you are face to face with Mr. Green.

“Hello, Blank.” He says, as you recoil in surprise.

How does he keep doing that?

“You learn a lot in the army.” he hints, not realizing you didn’t mean to ask that outloud.

“I hear you are going up north. There is a lot up north, but I feel like I should talk to you for a bit on what you’ve gained down here. This rifle,” he says, lowering it from your hands, “is a treasure. I can see it even clearer now.”
He lingers on those words, staring with those blind eyes at something you cannot see.

“And you,” He continues, grabbing onto your shoulder, “have been marked by the zone. Not everything can be explained here. And even the explanations are often...lacking. But I know. Those eyes are a dead giveaway. You survived, somehow. That may be for the better, or the worse.”

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>>31929839

You feel like asking how he really knows, but he is already answering you as you think it.

“I used to be in the army, yes.” He taps the faded nametag on his jacket, the name barely visible as you continue to look at it through the green haze of the goggles.

It reads “T. Orest”

“It can be a blessing to survive an emission. But when there isn’t a base to come back to, comrades to talk back to, or anymore left to remember you exist, it can be a curse. The Zone gives, but it also takes.”

He starts to turn around and walk away, stopping to look not at you, but your rifle.

“Remember that.”


That part is finished. Let me know once again if you have any comments or critique.

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>>31925680
Meta and entertaining as fuck. Never thought I'd feel bad for a Beretta. Would laff again.

>pic related. THIS IS YOUR HOME NOW, EMILY

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>mfw I wrote a story just so I could get a link to the discord

where the link b0ss?

>>31929852
Loving it so far.

>>31930275
Talk to poly or archive via email

>>31927301
Not that my canon matters to anyone else, but that's the receiver for me. It stores everything on the gun. You can swap bolts all day, change worn barrels, upgrade triggers, etc.

When you need a new receiver, you need a new gun just about with a new serial number. Aside from that, I have very little correlation with the parts that are consistent. I try and just make defining features of the rifle stick out on the girl somehow.

>>31929343
Want me to save the pictures or what? I'll bring the her a laptop when I visit her. Wednesday maybe, but likely thursday

>>31931330
Was meant for>>31928710

My bad

>>31931325
I'd say this guy is about right. Receiver, or maybe bolt. As for the other parts, as long as you can give some vague half-assed explanation . I mean for the harem stuff I used mag capacity for bust size, but that was mostly because the rifles would be too similar otherwise

>>31931722
Hey, you're not dead! Welcome back to the world of the living

>>31931772
I've been lurking, I sort of hit a wall lately because of a few things. I'll write more if I can, and have a good idea for a story. Then again, it doesn't look like you've been missing Annie, judging by the amount of flow in these threads

>>31931852
>haven't been missing Annie
Sir (or madam), that AT rifle was the first waffegeist in these threads that I really liked. The ones before were good, but she really stood out to me as my favorite.
Then again, I might have a slight thing for tall women. [spoilers] Ok, it's a little more than slight [/nospoilerson/k/]

>>31931916
>tall women

I'm sold, but the pastebin doesn't have Part 1. Do you happen to have the screencaps?

>>31931852
Do I have to explain this again?

We like your shit, keep going.

>>31931056
Thank you. Replies are the fuel I use to burn a literary path through The Zone.

>>31931916
Like the idea of being forced into a bedroom, pinned up against a wall, feet hanging uselessly above the ground and stared down by ocean blue eyes, almost afraid that she is going she might hurt you, and then drawn in to a soft, wet kiss?

I'll see if I can do something, but my work is fucking me over forreal

>>31919597
>>31931950
is here

>>31931998
Ah, I should have looked harder. Thanks for the spoonfeed, binbro

Sorry I haven't been writing too much Viktoria you guys. Schoolwork and writer's block in a nasty combination. I'm not one to quit a piece before it's finished though so don't fret.

>After several minutes of her trying different ones one and teasing in between, we find one in her size. I make note of it, and we both start to get dressed.

>As I step out, she stops herself. "Wait! I forgot to try these on!" She exclaims, grabbing the pair of panties she had selected earlier.

>"Wanna come in and help me get them on?" She says teasingly while stretching them between her thumbs and waving them in front of her face

>"I'll pass. We still have a few stops to make and we can't afford to keep getting caught up."

>"You're no fun." She whines, tilting her head down and looking up at me with pouty eyes.

>She turns around, and goes back into the room.

>"These are cuuuute! Anon give me your phone!"

>"Oh for fuck's sake." I grumble, grabbing my phone and passing it under the door.

>She spends the next nothing but giggling before getting dressed once again. She steps out, handing me my phone with a stupid grin.

>I check it, noticing the background has been changed to a rather risque picture of her.

>"There's others in case you liked it. Come on." She says, motioning for me to follow her.

>This fucking rifle I swear.

>>31931852
>not missed
Nonsense. You're one of the better ones.

>>31932156
Wha...what was background rpkfag?

>>31932351
anon's fiancee died and he immediately started fucking his rifle

>>31931990
Welp.
Sorry to hear about work, but um...that description was just hot.
Write when/if you can.

>>31932156
>replaced anon's background with lewd pics of herself
Yikes, this gun is dangerous. I can only assume that anon's fiance was originally there before.

>>31932368
Most they've done is RPK grinding on anon's leg and cover it with lube or hoppe's

>>31932403
She pretty much raped him. He's been trying to hold off her advances the whole time.

>>31932580
Doesn't seem like that to me.

>>31932156

>Slinging her stuff over my shoulder and following her out of the dressing area, we're greeted by the teenager behind the counter who appears to have just shooed off some lardass in a Hatsune Miku tee.

>"Oh boy she looks absolutely delighted to see us."

>"Really? She doesn't look happy."

>"That was sarcasm, V."

>"Riiiight..."

>The teen pipes up. "Next time you two feel like 'experimenting', get a hotel room, not one of my dressing rooms."

>"Yeah, sorry. Won't happen again."

>"Whatever."

>"V, go get more in your size. I'll hold our place in line."

>"Gotcha." She says with a grin. She does the stupid finger gun thing at me and In a flash she's scampering back to the rack to retrieve more.

>What a fucking spaz.

>Suddenly I feel a pat on my arm. Turning, I see the old man from before, his wife watching from some distance behind them.

>"Did that lady up there say you two were fooling around in the dressing room?"He says, his face furrowed in disbelief but his voice full of amusement.

>"Yeah, though I didn't have much of a say in it..." I say, rubbing my neck awkwardly

>He slaps his knee and lets out a dry laugh. "You dog! Heh. Well congratulations son. Yall two have a good one." He says before turning to his wife

>"Hey Sharon! They really are just like us!"

>"Richard! You stop that!" She yells frustratedly.

>He throws his arm around her and turns his head around back to me, raising his arm and waving. "Y'all take care!"

>Ah man, old people are great.

>Hearing heavy breathing I look back to my right. She's holding an easy dozen sports bras and is once again sporting her signature stupid smile.

>"You think you've got enough?"

>"Yeah, I think this'll do."

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>Sit at work all day wanting to do nothing more but continue your story
>Get home and suddenly get any of those thoughts onto the screen

>>31933102
>*suddenly can't

FUCK

>>31931330
>Want me to save the pictures or what? I'll bring the her a laptop when I visit her. Wednesday maybe, but likely thursday
>>31931364
Sure, save the picture and bring them to her

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>>31933102
>>31933119

I understand that feel.

I've lost entire chapters of my story that I thought of on my hour commutes.

>>31933377
>>31933102
N O T E P A D S
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>>31932908
She is CUTE

>>31932908
RPK a qt3.14

>>31931852
If I have to literally fuck you in the ass to prove that you were missed, I will take one for the team and do it.

>>31933674
n-no homo of course.

>>31933408
But I am driving.

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>>31933683

Been a little slow going, but wanted to put up more of Damaged Goods. Hoping to get another post out tonight.

>>31924883

“able to see okay now…”

>She takes a good, long look at you before suddenly breaking eye contact
>Bringing her hands up to her face, she begins inspecting herself
>Checking her arms, legs, even holding strands of her own hair in front of her eyes

“Have your sights been covered like that for awhile?”

>Her head is now on a swivel, snapping all over the place, drinking in her surroundings
>Almost as if she is panicking

“Hey now, no need to be scared…” you say, taking a step toward her

>She almost jumps out of her skin, causing everything on the bench to audibly shake about
“Still me, the guy who has been working on you all night, remember?”

>She becomes a little less tense, audibly exhaling
>An awkward silence fills the shop
“...”
*tick*tock*tick*tock*
>You realize you haven’t bothered to checked the clock in hours

12:45 AM

“Oh… uhh, well hey, I have work tomorrow, I’m going to go and get myself around for bed. Feel free to explore the house if you’d like.”
>Without a word, she slowly lowers herself from the bench, making sure not to look you in the eyes, or even the face for that matter
>Taking a few steps, she running her hand across the surface of the bench
“By the way, I think I have a name for you. What do you think of Sophia, hmm? Maybe call you Sophie for short?”
>That caught her attention
>Giving you a quick glance, you think you spot a slight grin, but only for a moment if there ever was one
“I’ll take that as a yes. I will make sure to check back in before going to bed, okay?”
>Before exiting the shop, you stop to make one more comment
“And if you hear anyone else, it’s just the other girls.”
>You give Sophie a friendly smile before heading to your bedroom

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>>31933782

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>>31933782
>>31924883
>>31924869
>>31924861
>>31924848
>>31924837

>mfw all this healing

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>have Tantal comic commission almost done
>Then just three more commissions after that and i can work on finalizing my OTHER comic
>mfw its a story off of this thread and the author will never know till i post it

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>>31934112

>

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>>31934216
Uh oh, a service life's worth of PTSD incoming.

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>>31933782

Shit, I did not mean to stay up this late… tomorrow is going to suck, but at least it’s Friday.

>Entering your room, you make a beeline for the safe

Hope they aren’t too pissed at me, they aren’t used to being cooped up in there for so long…

>A few swift keystrokes and the locking mechanism disengages

“Hey guys, sorry for losing track of time like that, she turned out to be much more work than exp-”
>You’re cut short by a swift elbow to the gut, forcing you to take a knee

>Without even seeing who it was, you can guess it was Katya, your Krinkov clone

“*gasp* yup, thanks for that… *gasp* definitely what I was hoping to have welcome me…”

>The sound of a dozen or so feet shuffle past you, with the occasional pat on the back and words of kindness
>Finally, a familiar hand appears in front of your face
>Taking it, your are practically hoisted back to your feet

“Thanks Anna… sorry for keeping you guys in there so long, you know how some new members of the family can be…”

>”No worries Anon, I know you didn’t do it on purpose.”
>”How is she doing anyway?”

>Anna, your 1903A3 always tended to be one of the more thoughtful and mature ones, although that can be expected of someone her age.
>She was one of the few you did not have to look down at to talk. Standing at about 6 feet, her gentle jade eyes always seemed to tell you exactly how she felt about any given situation

“She… well she is going to take a bit of work. She just needs a little time to adjust.” some uncertainty slipping out

>”Well, I’m confident you know exactly what to do. After all, this isn’t the first broken gun you’ve had to pick up the pieces for.” a bright, close-eyed smile on her face

>>31931852
You story is what motivated me to post mine in the first place. You made me fall in love with a rifle I didn't care about. That's something.

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>>31934116
You're such a tease

>>31934318
I'd fuck Anna

>>31934318
>tfw no Ara Ara 1903

>>31934516
ANNA IS AN UPSTANDING GEIST AND NOT FOR LEWDING

>>31934318

>Before continuing your conversation, you make sure to crack the door closed

“This time is different Anna, the poor girl seems scared half to death. I think she has only said one or two words to me.”
“I knew police trade-ins could be a little problematic, but I haven’t seen or heard of anything like this before. I’m just worried that I may be in a bit over my head here.”

>She contemplates quietly for a moment before placing her arms around your neck and drawing you into a close embrace, which you return

>”Hey… try not to get discouraged, okay? You’re no quitter, everyone here knows that. She is depending on you… I believe in you okay? Don’t give up, I know you never gave up on me.”

>She slowly releases you, running a hand down your arm giving your hand a quick squeeze before letting go.

>Her words, like usual, raise your spirits a bit

“Thanks for having my back.”

>”Same.” she returns with another smile

“By the way, think you could help keep everyone in check while I’m at work tomorrow? I think Sophie may not be ready to start interacting with the rest of the girls yet.”

>”Sophie, eh? That was fast.” she says tauntingly

“I figured she could use a little extra support early.”

>”Just teasing you Anon. Go on, you need to get ready for tomorrow”

>Anna slips out through the door, closing it on her way out.

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>>31934318
>>31934606

Holy fuck, If I was interested before, Anna certainly has my attention on this story now!

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>>31934116
>tfw it's not my story
>tfw it's taken over a month to even get to the raifu in my story
>tfw I understand and don't judge Guard, just more on my ineptitude in planning and writing

>>31934606
>not for lewding
Welp, you've just dug your own grave, time to buckle in and hope for the best.

>>31934606
Does Anna lewd Anon?

>>31934679
>>31934698
They have a long history together..

>>31934741
Yeah, a real "Long" history, I bet

>>31934803
more like a 'below national average' history.

>>31934820
Gotteem

>>31934606
>You struggle to stay awake under the hot water of your shower, but you pull through

>Throwing on some shorts, you go make a final check of the place before turning in

>Even after being locked up for so long, everyone managed to fall asleep watching M.A.S.H.

>You carefully step over the sleeping bodies to get to Michelle, your Mossberg 500 and bedside gun

>You can’t help but chuckle every time you think of the moment she realized what the shorthand of Michelle was

>Who would’ve guessed that a shotgun would hate to be called Shelly?

>Placing your hand gently on the back of her neck so not to wake her, she instantly changes back to her rifle form

>You sneak back through the minefield of geists and gingerly rest Michele against your headboard.

>As promised, you head back to the shop to check on Sophie, only to find her in the corner on the floor with her knees pulled up tightly to her chest.
>Sound asleep

>Scattered across the floor are opened history books detailing the first encounter with the Mother of Guns, along with accounts of early conflicts between the pro and anti states.

>Odd, but after the day you had with her, you don’t put too much thought into it

>Just as carefully, you place your hand on the back of Sophie’s neck, which quickly turns to the feeling of cold metal in your hand

>You usually let new guns sleep where they want their first night home, but this was different, and you’d feel a lot better with her in the workshop safe

>As quietly as possible, you open the safe and deposit her inside and make for your bedroom.

1:49 AM

>The knowledge that your alarm will go off in almost 4 hours brings painl, but luckily, sleep comes quickly

3:21 AM

>”AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
>A blood curdling scream shocks you awake

>You fling the covers off and jump to your feet

“MICHELLE!”

>There is a sudden flash of light as the shotgun materializes in your hands

>You throw open the door and speed down the hall, at the low and ready.

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That's all i can do tonight... I gotta go to sleep. Hope you guys are enjoying it.

>>31934935
I like Shelly so far
It reminds me, I need to clean my 500, she's long overdue.

>>31934935
You cliffhanging tease.
I like it so far.

I always feel like shotguns would be fast eaters, and like large portions / mouth fulls compared to other geists.

12 gauge is fucking big, and the amount of actual space in the mag that is taken up by the rounds, discounting box mags, is really large.

So, a large amount of space taken up quickly.

>>31932908
Dumping a few more before I crash

>After a few minutes in line we've barely moved.

>Looking over I see the guy in the miku shirt exiting the changing room. Soon he waddles behind us in line, his mouth agape at the sight of Viktoria.

>What a fucking weirdo.

>Refusing to let him near her, I gently push her ahead of me.

>He reaches for his phone in the pocket of his cargo pants, raising it to take a picture of her.

>I quickly sidestep, blocking the shot.

>He steps to the side, trying to take another, forcing me to step in front of him again.

>Yeah, now I'm getting pissed.

>The third time he raises it, I turn and grab him by the arm before taking his phone and raising it out of his reach.

>I bend over, putting my face in front of his. "Alright fuckhead, listen up. You try to take another picture of her and I'll break your arm and keep your phone. Understand?"

>"Just wait till I get my friend here! He'll kick your ass!" He shrieks

>"I'll be looking forward to it. Now fuck off."

>He grunts and waddles away, staking out behind a nearby rack.

>Viktoria looks at me, her hand over her mouth, trying to stifle laughter.

>"Can you believe that guy?"

>"Aww, you're so protective of me~"

>"Yeah, I mean you are my rifle and all."

>"It's cute!"

>"Tell you what, the line's pretty slow. Wanna go look around some more while I hold down the fort?"

>"Yeah, sure!" She says, darting away in an instant