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>>31940403

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/FsAxH8e2

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

http://pastebin.com/UNyH03x2

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/36rGEX1Q

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

Txpoorfag
http://pastebin.com/UNyH03x2

/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/eX5whkzm

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>>31940424

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)
What we found (even more feels)
http://pastebin.com/NKvM2Gcs

Rhodie FAL Guy (being rewritten)
http://pastebin.com/G0edSbFC

mosinwritefag
http://pastebin.com/u/Myshka

Autist-kun
http://pastebin.com/q9Bu8xQG

Garandfag (ongoing?)(NSFW!!)
http://pastebin.com/8Kna6UsN

C8 fag (ongoing)
http://pastebin.com/qdfRsNXx

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

>>31940432

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

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

>know about a link to a story that isn't here? send it to either polybus or Archivefag
[email protected]
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I said come in, don't stand there!
I said come in, don't stand there!

I said come in, don't stand there!

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so, you guys still want some storytime?

only three pages i am afraid, because work a shit

>>31940552
Yes please, I need a break from transcribing the screencaps of your first part of PTRS story into pastebin, also from damn shitty test.

>>31940552
yep

yes?
>Annie had clenched her fist and is very skillfully hiding it behind her shapely bottom
>you can see exactly what she is doing
>if the need arises, left fist goes up fast as a bait, and after that lets loose a suckerpunch fro the right
"i'm sorry if i come off a little rude here, but you are a spirit as well?"
Well, maybe a little, i'll tell you if you tell me why you would say that
"Oh. Sure. I can usually sort of sense the presence of others. And you did give me some vibes... but, like really weak ones? And besides, you don't really look like girls do around here. Or ant geists for that matter. So...?"
Interesting... I'm Annie. And i am the little step above an anti materiel rifle
>Annie smirks a little
"Anti tank huh... color me impressed. I'm Bonnie by the way. See ya later Annie"
>Bonnie turns around and returns to her lane

...That has never happened before. I am just as surprised as you are
>"Well, it's not something bad at least. Is it?"
I don't think so
>"Uhm... Back to shooting i guess?"
Yes
>Half an hour later a few hundred x39 shell casings litter the ground around you. Both the SKS and the WASR are hungry and needs a little bit of feeding
>The range goes cold once again
>"Hey, take it easy here, i'll buy you something to eat, alright?"
Oh, yes. I'l fill up some magazines in the meantime
>"see ya"

>Some time later you return
>Annie didn't shoot any while you were away, but rather just waited and topped up some magazines
>not that it caused much irritation among the other shooters, many lanes were still unoccupied
>"Yo, Annie. Ice cream"
>Two cones. One Vanilla/chocolate, and another one with some strange fruity thing with bright colors
>Unsurprisingly, she goes for the very plain cone
>She is much better with saying thanks with a warm embrace than with her mouth, so she does that
>her appetite is simply outstanding, and manages to gulp down all of it in under a minute
>"liked the ice cream?
Yes. It was very good
>"I have this for you aswell..."

Anon... you shouldn't have to...
>"You think i'm not gonna spoil my favorite?"
You bought these for me?
"Course i did. I mean it's not like anyone else here is going to take them from you. No come on, read on the boxes, this one first!"
High explosive incendiary tracer... I've never fired these before
>"wanna try em?"
i'd... I... Ehem, Yes. Yes i do
>"aaaand these!"
Two flavors of armor piercing?
>"Yeep! These are plain Bulgarian ones, and these are Russian tracers. Whaddaya think?"
>Annie once again squeezes the air out your lungs
>and you, once again, decide this this is a very good place to be
I will take care of you so well tonight... The dinner, desert, and...
>Annie puts you down on the ground, and gives you a warm, but somewhat malicious smile
>Many things will hurt tomorrow...
>And it will all be worth it
>"Alright, do we go AP first?
Ohhhh, yes, we do!
>The little collection of clips now numbered 5
>you begin filling these up with 25 shiny brass cartridges as Bonnie approaches
>"hey you two, how's it... wait a second, that isn't .50, is it?
No, it's 14.5
"Holy moly. And the accent..."
>Annie loads the last round into a clip
Yes. You might want to cover your ears now. I'm a little loud sometimes
>Annie half seductively leans into you and within a second you hold a very big rifle in your arms. You bring up and shoulder the 45 lbs, 7' rifle
>your left arm is loudly protesting
>shut up, left arm. It will all be worth it in the end
>some quarter inch steel plate is positioned s a little bit away
>half inch? pffft. This thing has opened up panzers
>first shot and you get reminded on why it is very good to have your right foot far backwards
>even though your hearing aid, the sound is very loud, much because of the very large, circular muzzle brake

>the aforementioned device also sends a sizable muzzle flash both left and right
>The recoil shoves you backwards and forces the wooden stock into your shoulder with 50% more power than a .50 BMG
>The feeling is a bittersweet offspring between "this fucking hurts" and the curious longing for what is about to happen
>But you don't even think about any of that, because of the pure adrenaline rush of pretending to hunt Panzer IIs
>You imagine an engine fire, and three men trying to escape the burning vehicle
>they all get a massive armor piercing round shot at them.
>The last one goes into the engine as well, and the bolt locks open
>there is a hint of smoking escaping the open ejection port
>your sights are centered on a steel plat with five very big holes in it
>you set the massive rifle down behind the stall, making it rest on its bipod and stock
>After turning around, you see that practically the entire range is staring at you
>almost all of their faces have "not bad" faces of varying obviousness
>You turn back to Annie, who is sitting on the ground, legs stretched out before her, back slightly leaning back being supported by her muscular arms
>she is sweating just a little, but is smiling like mad
We're going to do all day. Aren't we, Anon?
>"until my wallet or shoulder breaks, yes"

>A few hours later, your shoulder is beat to shit
>Your wallet is so much lighter you need guide ropes to stop it floating away
>You have made every man on the range jealous
>Annie has made every woman on the range jealous
>you have collected all the casings Annie didn't chew to shit, with the vague hope that you can reload them, not that you know of anyone that sells 14.5 mm primers or projectiles
>Annie happily carries the bags with the rest of the weapons and ammo to the car, and carefully places them in the trunk

Time to go home now Anon! I have so much planned for us tonight!
>"Annie, i can't even change gears on my own...
I will help you! start with reverse?
>"...yes Annie"

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Afraid that is all for me tonight. As i said, work is killing me.

Anyway, say if it's good bad or repulsive or something. And i missed writing, it makes me forget being me

>>31940584
>>31940604
>>31940704
>>31940725

It's great seeing her back! Excellent as always, ATannie.

A Small Zone of Comfort
Part 7 - A Tunnel in the Heart

Another distant crack, whiz, and shattering as the bullet is stopped right above your head; further splintering the shot up windowsill you are now cowering underneath. You curse, once again noting your bad luck with circumstances. You don’t even have room room to take a peak as another bullet streaks above your head, impacting the crate on the other side of the room. This followed by a rambunctious laugh heard emanating from the outside.

How did it end up like this?

Well, you were just doing as you always had; carrying on in your own way. After saying your goodbyes, and heartfelt gratitude towards Wolf, you headed north. The initial goal was The Bar, a sort of nexus and neutral ground for stalkers to meet, trade, drink, and shoot the shit. You figure it would be a good place as any to start looking for your brother.

To get there, you had to head North through the Cordon, pick your way through The Garbage region, and you’d be home. You’d made half this journey plenty of times now, working for Sid, and you figured this would be no different.

Well the problem was you had worked for Sid.

Another distant voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Give it up, Sid’s Bitch! We know you types always got the good shit. You give it up now and maybe we won’t break so many of your bones! Hah!”

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>>31940877

When you had just gotten past the railroad, you noticed a trio of figures walking your way, in the distance. Having run this route a lot lately, you didn’t recognize them through your scope. Caution being the better part of valor, you had ducked right off the road, into a small 2 story house. But as soon as you turned, they followed.

Not the most subtle type, these bandits.

It wasn’t until the bullets started flying as you climbed up the ladder that you realized the serious situation you were in. And now two of them were outside taunting you to pop yourself up and get your head blown off, while the third one was nowhere to be seen.

It was pretty obvious what they were trying to do, pinning you down here while their third guy sneaks up on you and pops a couple into your chest. Boy they’d be surprised when they find you have jack shit except this rifle.

You look at the rifle, trying to formulate a plan. If you can crawl to the other side of the room, and pop out in the shadows, that might give you the time to get a view and shoot one of them.

The thought of killing someone else making you a bit queasy, but you suppress the thought for now. You’ve killed plenty of boars and mutants; these scum are no different.

A creaking floorboard downstairs makes you hurry your crawl, as the time to implement this plan has now been cut drastically short.

>>31940885

Another shot, this one a bit wider as you don’t see the impact anywhere. You stand up in the back of the room, slowly.

“Come out you little newbie borscht, we won’t hurt you much.” you hear, pretty close from below.

You have to move quickly. Another impact on the window gives you your cue to bring up the rifle.

Quickly thumbing the long safety, you put the scope up to your eye.

You don’t have long to steady as you note the two of them out there, one sitting lazily on a log, drinking. The other man’s head turned, pistol pointed limply in your direction one as he talks to his friend.

You exhale, and squeeze.

The recoil sending the rifle upwards a bit as momentum carried most of the energy into your shoulder.

As you quickly rescope to confirm, the drunken bandit is sprawled over behind the log, outside of your view. The man you had shot lied in a twisted pile.

The footsteps quicken underneath you, as you put away the rifle; no time to confirm the mortal status of the man bleeding outside. You ready your makarov pistol, and throw yourself against the wall.

“ YOU SON OF WHORE, I’LL GET YOU FOR THAT” you hear a cry from right below you. A broken piece of roof gives you an idea, and as carefully as you can, you pull yourself out and ontop of the building. Shimying on the opposite side of the house where the two bandits outside were, you drop down, cursing that your landing wasn’t quieter. You are just recovering when the bandit who was downstairs emerges from the back door, enraged.

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>>31940897

There’s no time to line up shots as you dump a few shots in his direction as you round the corner. A corner that explodes as a poorly aimed shotgun blast rips into the wood above your head.

Fuck, you have nowhere to go as you turn back around. You practically run into the corpse of the downstairs bandit, one of your wild shots must have connected, gouging out a portion of this face.

Other side of the house then, as you run. You know for sure now one of the is dead, as you glance back at the man who was a successful victim of your spray and pray. A second outside is wounded or dead, and the shotgun blast came from the third, inebriated one.

You don’t really have specialized training in this; winging it as you go.

And that winging it told you that the third bandit couldn’t hit shit. But you have Lucy, and the godlike ability in this fight to reach out and touch face. With a 7.62 bullet.

You ready your rifle once more, a bit more nervously checking that you have ammo.

>>31940911

Another bang as the bandit sends a shot wide somewhere, and yells

“ANNUUUUU, CHEEKI BREEKI IV DAMKE!”

He thinks he has you cornered, like in a game of checkers.

You’re not wasting time during this, trying your best to get around the other side where his addled mind wouldn’t suspect. There. He’s a lot closer than you think, almost stumbling around the corner he shot earlier. It’s incredibly close, so you use the exposed sights below the scope. Once again, a breath escapes your mouth as you press the trigger. And not wasting time, you send another into the center of mass; watching with morbid fascination as he just drops where he is. Poor bastard wasn’t even looking at you when he fell.

You don’t let yourself go here, however. You’re not sure what protocol is like for killing other stalkers, especially ones that tried to rob you, but you’re not sticking around for anyone, or anything, that heard those shots to show up. There's a small tunnel you sometimes use to go around the occasional military patrol at the railroad bridge. You head there, making sure to collect your pack you left upstairs.

The swishing of your leather jacket and pants, coupled with your heavy breathing, your only audible companions as you run as fast as you can, being sure to avoid the road.

>>31940919

[_________________]

You had set down your pack and rifle behind the burned out wreck of a truck, and just leaned against the wall.

Staring into space.

Trying to organize your thoughts.

“Am I a criminal now?” you mumble, and then laugh. You were already trespassing, being in The Zone. A distant thought of an explanation you received, “We are all criminals anyways.” makes you chuckle.

And then fall silent again.

You just got caught up, in this foolish adventure. Really, what were you doing here, playing hero for your brother? A brother who never treated you with respect? You clutch the bullet necklace around your neck.

So what, you could kill a few mutants? Run around with a gun and act all tough after running through a fence a couple times?

This place is out to kill you, and takes no prisoners. You were lucky enough to run into the kind people you did.

This is way over your head, Rambo-wanabe.

These thoughts swirling, emotions building.

You killed some men over it. Over this adventure of yours. Was it worth it? They were scum sure, but did you really have to murder them?

“I had no choice”
“We had no choice” A muffled voice echos.

>>31940927

An object enters your vision. It’s too much effort to focus, but even from the close proximity you can tell who it was.

The young voice belonged to that stalker of yours. Standing tall, arms at their side, they are standing right before you now, that faded army jacket with the blue and white armband prominent in your vision.

You have no energy to deal with this bullshit, not now. You just continue to stare, not at them but at nothing in particular.

“Would have been nice for your help,” you mumble, looking down as you slouch against the wall. The crunch as loose gravel slides underneath your boots.

You feel more like trash now, pushing your problems onto someone else. They had pulled your ass out of a fire back in the swamps, and this is how you thank them? You really are a piece of shit.

You failed, once again.

Why would coming here change anything? You’re brother was right to bully you the way he did, he was protecting you from things you couldn’t handle. And here’s the proof. All of this.

A few tears leak from your face. You don’t care, you’ve already forgotten about the stalker in front of you. Christ this was pathetic, if you couldn’t handle this, how could you even go north? The going gets tough and you break down like this? You remove your mask to get some air and wipe the tears.

>>31940936

“I _was_ helping” a voice brings you out of their stupor. There they were again, squatting down in front of you now, incredibly close to your face.

You gaze, as they remove their mask under their hood.

A woman stares back at you. Her scarred face containing a terrible story you couldn’t even imagine. And those eyes. Two beautiful deep blue irises surrounding peculiar white pupils gouge into you.. Her dark chestnut hair cascading down from around her face, seemingly freed by her hood.

You can’t think anymore, absolutely stunned.

Her right arm moving up, almost mechanically. She hesitates for a moment, and then closes the distance with her hand. It now resting on your head.

“I don’t understand,” she pauses, “a lot of things.”

She continues the simple, clumsy motion of her hand, ruffling the hairs on your head.

“But I understand you. You are a good person. We will protect each other, just as we always have. I understand this, is my purpose.”

>>31940947

You can’t respond, all thoughts and worries being washed away in the motions of her soft touch.

“Rest now. I will watch.” she commands, calmly.

The weight of the entire day's events hitting you, you fall deeper into your slouch.

The only thing you manage to process as you fall asleep in soft serenity is a question you are compelled to ask.

“Who… are you?”

She looks back, her deadpan expression mustering the smallest of smiles.

“I’m Lucy.”

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And that concludes this part.

FINALLY, am I right?

My apologizes that it took this long. But feels good, doesn’t it?

Those headpats were for you, fluffy.


As always, please comment/critique if you feel it’s necessary.

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Mustang a Cute

>at a small mom and pop gun store a lithe brunette woman, wearing a crisp dark blue business skirt and jacket was browsing various subcompact .380 pistols
>Amya is her name
>she had been an avid gun enthusiast since her father had taught her about guns when she was 10
>at the age of 26 guns were a well established part of her life and unlike some of her business colleagues
>she had no fear of guns only respectful caution and concern if a maniac had a gun
>as such the excitement and hype about waffegiests becoming more common was interesting but not something she was going to seek out
>she had completed the required written and shooter competence testing to earn her conceal carry license a couple weeks ago and was now trying to pick out a suitable subcompact
>while she had used her inherited 1911 to pass the shooting competence test the fact of the matter was the reliable gun was just too big for everyday carry
>Shame I can't CC an old IMI Jericho in my suit jacket like Spike does in BeBop.
>Amya thought as she thought back to one of the favorite Japanese shows
What's this one?
>Amya asked looking at a small colt pistol
Oh that's new. Came in the other day. Colt Mustang in .380
>the older man said as he lifted the tiny handgun from the case and checked the chamber before setting it on a soft display mat
>Amya lifted the small handgun and carefully looked over the stainless steel slide, cerakoted frame, and checkered walnut grips
It's a tiny thing. Still, it'll hold 6+1 of .380 no problem.
>the store owner said as Amya looked over the pistols frame and for a brief moment she thought she saw intricate lines etched into it, but looking again it was just a regular frame
Hmm, I'll take it.
>Amya said setting the pistol back onto the mat
Alrighty, give me a sec and I'll box it up for you while the computer runs your info.

>>31941158
>once inside her house Amya kicked off her shoes with a sigh and set her bags down by the coffee table before retrieving a cleaning mat and sitting on her couch in front of the coffee table
>she was smiling as she eagerly pulled out the colt mustang along with the two spare magazines, IWB holster, and three boxes of ammo she had purchased
>looking the little pistol over in her hands she decided it was definitely cute in it's own way
I think I'll call you Shelby.
>Amya said with a smile as she ran a finger over the little pistols slide
>humming she left the pistol and mags on the mat as she went to fetch her gun tools, CLP, and grease to give her new pistol a thorough once over
>however as Amya came back to the living room she saw in place of her new pistol was a small girl sitting on the coffee table looking around the room
>A waffegeist? Pistols can have those?
>Amya wondered as she watched the little girl slowly kick her feet back and forth
>Well let's see how this plays out.
>she thought as she stepped through the doorway
Hello?
>Amya says as she slowly walks to the table
>the little girl jumps and in a flash the little subcompact pistol falls back onto the coffee table
>I guess I spooked her.
>Amya thought as she sat back down on the couch and looked down at the the little pistol in front of her
It's okay. You can come out.
>she said as reassuringly as she could
>it took a few moments but in the blink of an eye the pistol was suddenly the girl again

>>31941171
>Amya smiled as she got a good look at her
>the girl looked like she was maybe 11-13, she was wearing a grey sweater so long it almost hid her pleated brown skirt, she wore a pair of combat boots for some reason, a pair of short horse-like ears were poking out her short dirty blonde hair, and she had a short tail matching her hair
Shelby?
>Amya asked as she looked over the girl
Yes, ma'am.
>the girl said with a nod and smile revealing dimples
>Oh god, she's kawaii as shit. NO! No,no keep the weeb power level in check.
>Amya thought as she fought off the urge to let out a girly squeal and pull the little waffegeist into a hug
Are you going to clean me, ma'am?
>Shelby asked as she looked at the cleaning kit Amya had on her lap which pulled her out of thoughts of headpats and ear stroking
Well that was the plan. Would you like a nice cleaning?
>Amya asked with a smile
But we haven't gone shooting. Cleaning comes after shooting.
>Shelby said tilting her head with one ear twitching
>Must resist urge to fondle ears. MUST RESIST URGE.
>Amya thought before replying
You just came home and you need a good cleaning before we do anything else.
>Shelby huffed and crossed her arms
But I don't wanna take a bath!
>Amya arched an eyebrow at that
Excuse me, young lady?
>Amya said with just the right amount of authority
>Shelby froze at that tone of voice and looked up at Amya
>who looked down at her doing her best to not waver
>for a long moment silence reigned and wills were tested
>then Shelby jumped and bolted
No bath!
>she yelled as she ran down the hall
Get back here imouto!
>Amya called out as she chased after the little mustang
Nooooo
>Shelby whined as Amya snaked an arm around her and hefted her under arm
Cleanliness is important.
>Amya said, carrying the pouting mustang to the bathroom

>>31941171
>Lewding a horse

The one thing you knew I was incapable of; blast, I'm foiled again!

>>31941180
It's this or I clean you in gun form, little one.
>Amya said to a still the pouting Shelby as pointed to the bathtub full of hot steamy water with her thumb
Fine.
>Shelby said with an exaggerated sigh as her ears twitched
>which Amya rolled her eyes at before kneeling down and slipping off the combat boots and knee high socks the little mustang wore
You'll live.
>Amya said as she knelt by Shelby and helped the little mustang finish undressing
Okay, hop in and I'll wash you.
>she with a smile folding up the oversized sweater before Shelby grinned ear to ear and literally hopped into the full bath tub
>Amya had just enough time to close her eyes before a wave of water splashed across her, soaking her button up top and skirt
>Should've seen that coming.
>Amya thought as she opened her eyes and looked down at her soaked clothes then looked at the grinning girl splashing in the water
>Amya rolled her eyes then peeled off her wet clothes and sank into the tubs hot water with a satisfied sigh
>Shelby giggled and climbed onto Amya's lap then continued playing with the water
Silly imouto.
>Amya said as she grabbed a wash cloth and soap then started washing the little mustangs back
What's an imouto?
>Shelby asked looking up at her keeper with her ears twitching
>Shit, I said out loud.
>Amya thought as she soaped up the wash cloth
>Might as well be honest.
It means little sister or little one.
>she explained washing the little mustang's shoulders
Okay, but what do I call you ma'am?
>Shelby asked with a giggle, wriggling a little as Amya washed her sides
>Oh to hell with it. Let the weeb flow!
>Amya thought before smiling
You can call me onee-sama if you want, Shelby.
>she said as she washed the little nodding mustang's legs

>>31941192
>the bath continued in pleasant silence disturbed only by the occasional splash
>once she was satisfied the little waffegeist was clean Amya lifted her out of the tub and wrapped a towel around Shelby before putting on her fluffy bathrobe
>then with a grin she scooped up the Shelby making the little mustang giggle as she carried her to the bedroom with her clothes in her other arm
>Amya paused feeling something poke against her from wet shirt after setting the little waffegeist on the bed
>fishing the object out she a thought occurred to her after seeing it was a small spray bottle of gun oil
How do I apply oil to you when you're like this Shelby?
>she asked while stroking the little mustangs ear with her free hand
Oh, like this!
>Shelby excitedly said as grasped the spray bottle, shrugged off her towel and sprayed the gun oil under her arms, on her belly, then sprayed her legs
>Amya watched a bit perplexed, but decided this was just something waffegeists knew to do
>while the little mustang sprayed herself Amya yawned and slipped into a clean pair of panties and sleep shirt
>when she turned back she saw Shelby struggling to put her undershirt back on, Amya laughed but helped the little waffegeist put on the shirt
>as soon as Shelby's head popped out she shook her hair making her ears flop about
>KAWAII AS FUCK
>Amya squealed internally, but maintained her composure if barely
Come on, imouto. Time for sleep.
>she said as she pulled back the covers and climbed into the bed
>quickly followed by the little waffegeist who snuggled into Amya's chest while the blankets were pulled up
>Amya sighed contentedly and closed her eyes only to have Shelby nudge her
>looking down at the little mustang Amya was greeted with a kiss on her cheek
Onee-sama the best.
>Shelby said before she clung to Amya
>and in that moment had someone walked by Amya's house they would've overheard a squeal of pure fangirl delight

-written for sho-kun

>>31941187
>lewding an imouto
Nein

>>31941187
>lewding a horse Imouto
nyet, only Oniichans lewd there horse imouto pistol

>>31941206
2cute

>>31940972
>FINALLY
No, not finally, this was good, the wait for this ending was amazing.
You have done well, I hope there will be more.

>>31941192
>>31941206
Well now I feel a little less self-conscious about Park 2.5

CUTE!!!!

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Life and Times of Emily 9

Part 2
>It's Tuesday, 1 PM
>It's been a few days since you were bought, and as the abject horror of living in a small enclosed space with your owner wears off a little, a few things are becoming more clear to you.
>Like how any time he talks to a girl that isn't blood related to him, he seems to stutter and clam up, but the second he gets the chance to explain to a group of 40 people in an online videogame why "Pony Fags" are "cancer", or why something called "Tumbler" is bad, somehow he's suddenly Winston Churchill in a headset and fingerless gloves.
>Much more unpleasant is the reason he came to the store smelling like the floor drain in a butcher shop.
>It's because he never changes his clothes. Ever.
>Four Days
>You've been here for four days already, and you've only seen him change his shirt once. ONCE.
>And even then it was only because he spilled mustard on it from laughing at a fucking frog cartoon drawing.
>You'd love to say you don't understand him, that you're completely ignorant of everything he does on that computer screen 24 hours a day, but you can't.
>Unfortunately in the time you've been here you've learned through osmosis about all sorts of stupid shit.
>Like that a meme is some sort of in-joke.
>And that a "cuck" is apparently anyone who's ever kissed a girl.
>Also apparently "Kay" is full of lewd pictures of Waffengeists. Thinking about that again, you imagine Anon taking lewd glam shots of you with a camera, and feel yourself gag.
>Still, despite saying the cringiest, most offensive things possible and smelling like a drain, he at least has good taste in guns, as evident by how highly he talks about yourself and how much he seems to make fun of hipoints.
>You reflect on that, try to focus on it and feel better about your situation. You're clearly valued, clearly cared for. You're not some beater milsurp rifle, or some stuck up safe queen gold-plated 1911.

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>>31942645
>press update
>Life and Times of Emily

yis

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>>31942645
>You're an M9. You kick ass and get things done. He understands that. He understands that you're a great gun and something to be cherished, you think. You lose your focus as Anon leans back in his squeaky old computer chair, grabbing your attention as you can now see past his fat and view the screen.
>He laughs, drawing you out of your mind and back into the smelly, dingey, barely lit room that is now your prison.
>He wumps his fist on his desk, lets out a few hoots to his team mates in the videogame, and starts congratulating them. You guess they won the game or whatever. Nerds.
>If you weren't so scared of him nastily creeping on you if he knew you were a Waffengeist, you'd take your geist form and tell him it's a videogame and it's nothing to be proud of. And to shower. And also to sell you.
>"Good game, I'll see you fags later" he says, before closing his chat program thing. You roll your eyes because at this point your face is giving you phantom pain from all the cringing you've been doing.
>He starts messing with his folders and files and things, and you try to reflect on things again. You've got a name now, you're still a great gun, and you're learning new things every da-
>Anon opens up a folder on his desktop, unbelts his pants, and starts browsing through drawings of naked girls.
>You feel yourself cringe, and gag at the renewed ambient scent of the room, and can't help but reflect on the fact that you also now know why it smells like dick in here so strongly.
>It's disgusting, you're doomed to deal with this forever, it feels like. You expect yourself to start crying, to do.. something. But aside from the feeling of hopelessness, there's nothing. You're too worn out to cry, so you just sit there, numb to it all, and wait for him to go back to doing something that doesn't make you want to die.

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>>31942707
Expect really slow updates, I'm being pulled away mid-sentence a lot because of the election craziness.

Fun times in Casa de Autismo

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>Want to write more of Damaged Goods
>Debates are making me too anxious to write properly

>>31942754
Yup...

>>31942861
Election...not debates. THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT.

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>mfw I haven't heard from most of my DT readers in a while, some of them for seemingly quite a long time
>mfw I can't seem to get in touch with them
>mfw JT is dropping off the interwebs

Still working on DTHW ES4. This one is proving unusually difficult to get through for several reasons.

Any of my guys still around?

Also, I'm literally ignoring the election until it's over. Too much headache to bother with right now.

>>31942645
>>31942728
Jesus fuck I've known a person like this
[phsyically cringes]

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>>31942907
>>31942645

>>31942879
gib link to your story fag

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>>31942907
We all have Anon, we all have...

>>31942728
>Much too much time later, you hear what sounds like a cat being squeezed to death in a vice, and glass shattering.
>This takes you out of your focus on not-focusing on Anon's dick
>Anon's aware of it too, it seems
>He jumps straight up, his chair skids back about a foot and almost tips over, unbeknownst to him.
>He starts palming his desk wildly, then turns to you lying on his drawer top - and you get an eyefull of his dick, much to your disgust.
>He lunges toward you, trying to reach you quickly.
>His pants are still down around his ankles, and he trips and falls on his face.
>You're aware how serious this situation should feel, but you just can't help yourself from laughing.
>He staggers up, pulls his pants up and holds them with one hand, and again tries sprinting at you.
>However, he still has his headphones on.
>The cord runs out of the last bit of slack, pulls taught, and his feet go forward but his head surprisingly stays in place, and he falls backward onto the ground.
>You laugh, hard and long, you think your feeling phantom pains of your stomach hurting from the laughter.
>In the strange contrast of going from more depressed than you've ever been in your life, to laughing as hard as you have in a year, you lose a bit of control and let out a few audible chuckles before realizing it and clamping down on that.
>Ffffffuck that was stupid, you admonish yourself internally.
>You just hope Anon thinks it's just a concussion or something, and try to calm down.
>He gets up, pulls his pants as high as they will go (Most of his milsurp pants are in shaq size because no armies make normal pants in waist sizes that big, so they go up FAR), and grabs you.
>Okay, it's go time. Time to operate. Time to work. There's an enemy in the house, and you're going to perform well, not jam, and protect your owners life-
HE DIDN'T WASH HIS HANDSSSS FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKK EW EW EW EW

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>>31943177
>>31942728
>>31942645

>>31942861
>>31942876
I, for one, am thoroughly enjoying your story, and I'm happy to wait on quality posts instead of something rushed just because you feel you need to continue right this second.

If the election goes well, you'll feel much better tomorrow. If it doesn't, you'll be too busy preparing to write anyway.

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>>31943177
>You completely lose your focus and your cool
>You try to suppress the phantom gagging and vomiting you feel yourself do, and before you know it you're down the stairs, and Anon's sweaty mits are pointing you at a shattered jar of lemonade, complete with lemon slices in amongst the shards of glass and ice.
>It seems he notices his mom standing there the same time you do, dressed in a robe, face covered in a light white cream. Looks like she was preparing for bed.
>She looks up from the mess, well-worn looks of frustration, and then reluctant acceptance on her features before she realizes Anon is standing there.
>She stares at him, confused.
>He stares back, surprise on his face.
>She continues staring, he continues to stare back.
>She tilts her head, and says "What are you doing with tha-"
>It's about this time that his un-belted pants fall to his ankles.
>You laugh, hard and long, this time keeping it inside.
>Anon and his mom exchange some words, but you're too giddy to focus on them. He pulls up his pants and shambles back to his room.
>That was the perfect remedy, and you get to sleep on his dresser drawer quicker and more peacefully than you ever have before.

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>>31943256
People enjoying my story is what fuels me to write more. Thanks anon

>>31943430
Not him. But you have great content. Take your time. No one likes a rushed, broken video game. Same with writing

Do every all of these stories get saved? I dont have time to really read these but i dont want to miss out on any.

>>31943547
Check the first few posts in the thread, my man. Polybus and Archivefag take care of the majority of it.

>>31943547
all of them get saved
it takemight take like 2 threads to get all, but it gets saved

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>>31943267
>It's Saturday, some time in the early morning.
>After last week's fiasco with flagging his mom, Anon gave you a good cleaning the morning after, so you probably didn't smell like Anon's dick anymore.
>Not that you would know really, you suppose with quite a bit of frustration, since you've probably gone a little nose-blind to it at this point.
>Last night Anon surprised both you and his mom by taking you down stairs, with some undeserved pride, and told her he was going shooting with some friends this Saturday.
>That was news to you, and despite the fact that it was Anon who was going to be doing the shooting, you were excited.
>The last time you were fired it was under controlled conditions in a gun lab at the factory
>It wasn't even a person who did the firing really, one of the lab techs just put a string around your trigger and pulled from a safe distance away.
>What's the geist' equivalent to blue balling, anyway? Snap capping? Yeah, you got fucking snap capped. That's it.
>He bought three boxes of tula 9mm, which will probably taste like ass. Or borscht, you guess.
>You're an American girl, a service weapon.
>...Kind of.
>Your ammo should taste like cheese burgers and Doctor Pepper.
>He bought two new mags for waaay under MSRP, and bragged about it to his friends over his computer "team speak" thing.
>Turns out they were so cheap because they were California 10-round limited mags. It was dumb, but at least you've got some additional staying-power if Anon ever decides to jump through his halls shooting terrorists like Bruce Willis.
>You continue mentally twiddling your thumbs, locked inside your case.
>It's dark and muffled in here, and you lose track of time pretty fast.
>You're not sure just how much time has passed, but it feels like it's already been over an hour.

Would you guys mind waiting until tomorrow for the further adventures of hanako the revolver? Trump is winning with close to a 95% chance of presidency and my Murica-boner is making it hard to write.

>>31944004
A lot of people are like that tonight. I'm loving your story so far, and like that other Anon said to construct, we're fine with waiting for that good shit.

Be Strong, Be of Good Courage. God Bless America, Long Live the Republic.

>>31944004
Much as I want more healing, you're better off dealing with that freedom boner.

>>31944090
Thanks Sootch

>>31941684

Oh no, this is just the start of their adventures. But it took a large amount of time for any interaction to happen. I know I lost 90% of my readers because it took me this long to get to any raifu things.

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>>31944183
>implying good STALKER fiction isn't worth reading in itself

Those people are fags and probably Freedom supporters as well

>>31943177
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

>>31943852
>What's the geist' equivalent to blue balling, anyway? Snap capping? Yeah, you got fucking snap capped. That's it.
>snap capping = blue balling
Can we use this? If not I'm stealing this phrase.

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>>31944004
>Hanako the revolver
W-who? Genuinely, did I miss a story somewhere?

>>31944334
Y-yeah


>>31943852
>That would be bad, considering you can't take your 'geist form unless there's space for your body to actually appear.
>Physics. Magic-or-whatever.
>As much as you'd like to die, especially if you have to see Anon's erect dick again, you'd rather not rust away at the bottom of a river, at least until after you've had some range time.
>Time passes, you eventually fall asleep to the gentle rocking motion of car travel. Next thing you know, you're in some one's hand, it's bright and it hurts your eyes.
>You look up and see a man in a beanie, with a long nose and dark, brown eyes. Standing next to him is a black woman. The woman leans on his shoulder, pressing her body against him as she looks down at you and gawks.
>She's got a pleasant voice for some one with such an.. "urban" accent, and you find you're gawking back at her a little, not that she could tell. She's got unnatural reddish, purplish eyes, a surprisingly symetrical face, and is dressed rather... revealingly.
>"Well shit, that ain't no glawk." she says, turning her face so her lips are near the long-nosed man's ear, but keeping her eyes locked on you.
>"This thing shoot the same shit I shoot baby?"

>>31944508
(Pic related)

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>>31944508
>W-who? Genuinely, did I miss a story somewhere?

http://pastebin.com/jMmt11Qr

>>31944540
Oh, sweet.

Your big tittied asian (What I can only assume was a) 1911 was pretty neat.

Reminded me of those siamese cats from that disney movie a little, weirdly.

>>31943146

No. Private project, non-public, also 5k+ pages so that won't work anyways.

>>31944508
>mfw lazy and wrote story in reply box rather than on my computer
>mfw almost lost the last two posts completely due to firefox being shit

Who knows if I will learn my lesson

>>31944571
I'm not doilooklikeawritefag, I just like his work. Be sure to read the other two parts in his pastebin as well. It gets lewd and also heartwarming.

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Okay so Trump is pretty much in. Congress might be leaning red as fuck. My dick is bruised and covered in PTR brand grease.

It's a good night.

>>31944540
Pls gib sauce

Also, lweding, yay or nay?

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>>31945101
Teaching Feeling, it's a VN that basically amounts to a Headpatting/White Knight Simulator. Plenty of lewd.

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>The steam from my pancakes drifted lazily into the air as I sat there, the morning events on a constant replay in my mind
>Her breasts against my back
>The soft tickle of her breath on my neck
>Her soft fingers... cupping me
>I got what humans call goosebumps just from the thought, my hairs standing on end and my face flushing
>I liked it, I liked it more than I thought I ought to
>To be honest the feeling of her thighs against your own was soft and wa-
>"Are you not hungry, lil love?"
>Her words jolted me from my inner thoughts, and I looked up into those sparkling jewels for eyes
>Right. Pancakes. Grab fork, cut away a slice...
>She watched me closely while I ate, her hands folded under her chin, that lazy and somewhat untoxicating smile on her lips
>"Youre so cute when you eat..." She murmured, and I jerked, shoving a hot sticky piece of pancake into my nose
>She snorted another laugh at my expense, and got up with a napkin
>While I snorted and coughed, she came infront of me and gently held the back of my head, dabbing at my cheek and nose with her wetted napkin
>"Ive been thinking of having a nice little range day, you and I." She said softly, her breath washing over me
>I had to admit her being so close was... problematic to my complexion
>"I figured after you finish shoving your pancakes into your nostrils," She said, giving me a little poke on my nose,"We can shoot a couple boxes od ammo together and practice our concealed carry. Does that sound okay?"
>I hadnt been shot since the day my previous owner died, and the prospect of shooting again made my feel in knots on the inside
>"I'll go slow, I promise". She whispered into my ear, and then planted a soft little kiss just below my ear, right on my jawline
>A jolt ran through me again and the fire inside me burned brightly with eagerness to please her
>My shooter
>To be an extension of her hand
>"Y-Yes!" I blurted out, and fumbling with my fork I tried to eat as fast as I could

Con (y/n)?

>>31945157
Y

>>31945157
Yeah, please do

>>31945157
Yes please.

>>31945157
Y

>>31945157
i am already so erect i can hunt a shark from this election. so yes. do it well bearded man,

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>>31945157
MY DICK IS BLOODY BUT IT STILL WORKS. CONTINUE.

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>>31945157
>After I finished my pancakes, I tried to leap away and put on my uniform
>But before I could, she grabbed me by the arm with a tut
>"B-But but!" I protested, pointing at the bedroom where my clothes sat on a hanger
>"You cant be going around with me with your hair looking like that." She purred, and pulled me into her lap
>"N-No my hair is fine, lets just get dressed and... go to... the..." I trailed off
>Ive never had my hair brushed before
>I get why the russian weapons always lauded after it as a premium interaction
>It felt so good in fact, that I had almost forgotten I was in my underwear
>A fact awoken by her hand suddenly coming to rest on my inner thigh
>"B-BETTER GO GET MY P-PANTS ON" I barked in a bit of a panic, and bolted for the bedroom to get dressed
>I heard her confused voice behind me, but with a flourish I slammed the door shut and heaved a breath of panicked air out of my lungs
>The spot on my thigh felt tingly, and I ran my finger along the flesh
>That... was an interesting feeling
>I ran my fingers through my hair, my other hand grabbing at my pants while I scrambled to gather my thoughts
>First range day together
>Gotta be sharp
>Gotta be accurate
>I looked in the mirror and straightened my gig line, gave my shirt a tug, and opened the door
>As I walked into the living room she sat there on the couch, lounging with a hefty looking range bag
>I was confused since I didnt see a holster, until she opened her button up shirt and I saw the undeniable straps to a shoulder holster
>I froze midstep
>she wants me... there?
>Nuzzled tight... next to her... large
>"Well come on little love, we have to practice dont we?" She said, gesturing to her holster and holding out her hand
>I reached out and lightly held her hand in my own, and she drew me to her
>This is it
>My first day under holster
>With my new shooter
>I hope I dont get oil all over he-
>"Lets do it to it lil love!" She happily cheered, and planted a wet kiss right on my forhead

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>>31945501
JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL

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>>31945501
>"Heeeeehhhehyeeaaah..." I babbled, my eyes lazily hanging on hers dreamily before I felt her hand grasp my neck
>In an instant I was in her hand and tucked securely into the holster, and I was instantly under assault
>Her breasts hung on me like large, fragrant pillows, and with every step smooshed lightly against the rear of my slide and grip
>It was... pretty hot in that holster, to say the least
>However it only got worse as she started to move around, as contact of the holster and her undershirt created a bit of heat and in thus a bit of sweat
>Which... smelled... wooonderful
>it was a pleasant smell mixed with the scent of fabrix softener and gun oil
>I let it wash over me to the point I happily drunk on the smelln and time flew by so fast that I hardly even noticed we were at the range already
>The shock hit me as cold air washed over me as i was pulled away from my little cozy little home and breast roof
>Panic gripped me briefly as the last time I shot and the events that followed came crashing down onto me
>I heard her confusion as my mag well failed to catch the magazine and my slide rammed forward shut
>What if this was just another ruse to get me complacent again?
>What if she was going to blow her brains out just like him?
>What if i was just another suicide pistol? A means to violent end??
>"Whaaaat? What is going on lil love? Come on now, out out!" She puffed, setting me down on the bench and patting beside me rapidly
>I transformed, sitting on the bench with my knees pulled to my chest and shudders wracking my body
>Tears streamed down my face, and my words came out shakily and hoarse
>"Soiled."
>"Ruined."
>"Dirty"
>I whispered as the tears continued to freely fall down my face, quiet sobs shuddering through me
>The flame within me dulled and waned harshly, merely a faintly glowing ember
>"No, no little love." She said worridly, cupping my cheeks in her hands and rubbing at the streaks on my face
>The ember in my soul gave a slight pulse

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>>31931330
Don't forget to save them and show it to her. >>31933291

>>31945764
>"Heeeeehhhehyeeaaah..."
https://youtu.be/e0q3lby5bDQ?t=51s

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Welp, I stayed up far longer than I should have to watch the election.

I'll try to have a lot of Damaged Goods ready for tomorrow.

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>>31945764
>"Youre not soiled little love, youre as bright as a morning sky." She said in a hushed tone, running a hand through my hair softly
>The ember pulsed and glowed again, and started to grow
>"Neither are you ruined. You are perfect in my eyes. Wont you look in my eyes and not at the floor for me?" She cooed again, and I flicked my eyes to hers
>the embers began to catch and grow slowly as I stared into the eyes of my shooter, her warmth spreading through me
>"And youre not dirty, but you will be after today." She said with a smirk, and leaned down
>I closed my eyes for a brief moment and felt her nose brush against my own
>My breath caught in my throat
>And her lips press against my own softly
>The spreading embers within my soul exploded with fire and filled me with comforting warmth and peace, the very tips of my tose tingling with the feeling of it
>I barely opened my eyes in time to see her licking the corner of her lips before her hand closed around my neck
>I was in my pistol form instantly, and she wasted no time slamming home a magazing
>I was ready
>She gripped me tightly and racked my slide
>I was more than ready. I was EAGER
>I wanted to shoot straight
>I wanted to destroy my target
>I wanted to function
>I wanted to... please her
>And please her i did.
>We must have ran through almost 300 rounds of ammunition before we had a moment to pause
>I had never felt better or more complete in my short life as a pistol
>The way she gripped me
>Her smooth and perfect trigger squeeze
>And the pleasurable smack of her reloading
>I had almost forgotten the pleasure of being shot with such skilled hands
>She used me effortlessly, humming softly as she shot and reloaded
>We were alone at first, but soon other shooters arrived and I couldn't hear her humming as easily
>She must have noticed, because she seemed to make sure to smile down at me and run her finger along my slide
>All it did was stoke my fire to please and serve her, with every touch

MAGA

>>31946653
We did it, lads. Our funs are safe. We're going to be okay.

Goodnight. Looking forward to reading some good stuff from you fantastic writefags tomorrow. We're going to make /wfg/ great again!

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>>31946653

Life and Times of Emily 9, Election Special Edition

>"Moommm, there's no way I'm going out there without protection." Anon says, gesturing with both arms toward their front door.
>"You don't need to carry your gun to the polls Anon" she says, crossing her arms and looking frustrated.
>Five more minutes of this back and forth and his mom relents, you don't blame her, you've seen him argue for two hours straight in that stupid 9mm vs .45 argument on /k/, it's like that pig-wrestling metaphor everyone always likes throwing around.
>This is the second time he's carried you outside of his house or that one time at the gun range, but luckily for you, he just showered today and is wearing clean clothes.
>It's barely even uncomfortable to you, you're used to waaay worse than this.
>He's got you in a shoulder holster under a jacket, about as far away from his dick as you can get without your front sight scraping his heel, so you're pretty glad for it.
>Apparently his stupid /pol/ friends think there's going to be a chimpout at the polls and he took it seriously, as if there were any niggers in his part of town.
>You roll your eyes at him as he explains all this to his mom, in much more PC terms.
>10 minutes of awkward explanation later, you all reach the polling place.
>He gets out and hovers around his mom like the secret service around future god-emperor Trump at a Californian soccer match, but fatter and not as good looking.
>His mom votes, he votes (For Trump, good boy), and his mom stays around talking to people.
>Even he gets in on the socialness, talking to a young guy around his age about Trump and gun rights.
>The kid's clearly pro-gun, but still you're afraid Anon's going to get ballsy and flash you at him and create some kind of autistic scare.
>A girl walks up to the two, greets the kid, and says hi to Anon.
>PrepareToKek.exe
>Time for autism

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>A few minutes later, and your eyes are wide open, your jaw slack, and you're astonished that he hasn't yet made a fool of himself
>He's spouting stupid fucking memes and uninteresting political facts, and she's eating them right up, and throwing them back.
>And on top of it, she's pretty decent looking, you'd probably rate her an 8/10, and he's not throwing up or spilling spaghetti yet.
How? And she's actually laughing at his shit? How the fuck..
>"Wow, most of my friends- my male friends, they're too scared to speak like that in public"
>You're confused, she put her hand on his arm, and is getting a little closer. Is this a fucking mugging?
>"You know, I never really met anyone who felt the same way I did, but wasn't some sort of.. weirdo, you know?"
>She slowly presses herself into him, you feel her fucking tit press into your magazine plate and grip, making your uncomfortable night even more uncomfortable.
>"Thanks, it's a subject I care a lot about so I-" he gets cut off, his mom yells across the parking lot for him to get going. "Oh, well, I gotta go, nice talking to you miss"
>He starts walking away in his stupid combat boots, but she grabs his arm, touching you in the process, and says, stuttering "Wait- I- Uhm.."
>She runs her hand down his arm to his hand "Listen, do you maybe want to get coffee an-"
>"Oh no, I don't drink coffee, thanks though" He gives a little wave to her, a finger gun, wink, and a cocking noise at the guy he was talking to, and walks off to the car leaving her stunned.
>This also leaves you stunned. Stunned and confused. All the way home.

>Sunday, three weeks later
>Anon just put you on the shelf, and laid down after a long day of what you can only assume consisted of being really shitty at videogames, you were busy, having been forgotten in the bathroom when he got up to piss about six hours ago.
>After a while, you hear his breath hitch, and he sits up in bed.
>"SHIT, SHE WAS HITTING ON ME"

>>31946763
Well, he's not wrong.

There was a little rioting in CA.

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>>31946900
I cannot handle autism levels like that. It took all of my effort not to yell out "why didn't you get her fucking number" because of that story

>>31946930
Anon's not very socially aware, anon. He's the reason Emily drinks.

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Red Flame Lilly part 3
http://pastebin.com/zfz5q17x

>>31946936
>Newspaper
Man, I like the idea of Anon getting a gun from the 1800's who hasn't really been outside of a crate for the last 50 - 100 years, and he purposefully renews his parent's old newspaper subscription or something just to add a little touch of "normalcy" for the rifle.

>>31946936
You should go into more detail of Anon explaining things to Lilly, like the plane. I'd love to see a long-ish conversation with her learning about that stuff.

>>31945501
WAAAAAAAIIT!
What kind of uniform would a glock-chan wear?

>>31946952
I'd assume a Police uniform of some kind?

>>31946949
that's why I said "I can explain it better to you at a later time"

>>31946952
how about a Vatican Armory Glock who falls in love with an uninterested Swiss guard?

>>31945776
That is the picture? I will make sure she sees it. Thank you. I can visit her tomorrow any hand over the computer then

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Good morning /wfg/ now thay trump has been elected your dreams of waffengiests might come true!

>>31947339
It's Work in Progress. Just to update her, if I complete it tonight, I will post it notifying you

>>31948022
Im still on the fence if i want to get one of those or a 92c

>>31948228
Why not both?

Do you want to know what happened after the range day? Didn't seem like it was much liked anyway

>>31948350
dude, pls keep going, it was well recived

>>31948382
Well, it was one reply... I'm just afraid I'm loosing my touch, ya know? And I'm not sure reckless smut is going to fix it. Then again, I'm not ruling it out

>>31948427
Nigga keep it goin if you feel up to it. Annie is a hella qt.

>>31948427
dude, like i said it before, unless your storie is... well just plain bad people will tell you, most anons tend to avoid replaying to prevent the thread either bogging down or interrupt a storie, you didnt loose your touch is still there

>>31948427
I had a dream last night, all it involved was me driving around, talking to a ptrs I had in my backseat, barrel hanging out the window and everything.

It never talked back, sadly it was a pretty normal dream.

I'll enjoy your story as long as you write it.

>>31948463
>>31948501
>>31948549
Well, I'll stop attentionwhoring then. I'll get on it as soon as I am home

>>31948427
What the fuck am I going to say?

"I liked it" eats up non-writefag related posts and doesn't offer much in the way of sustains and improves.

Just operate under the assumption that we like your story about the huge amaslav raifu you've concocted and keep writing.

>>31948701
u-understood. I'll get back on it. Promise

>>31948715
Good.

I love you.

Now I gotta go break some shit.

>>31948427
You're fine, trust me. I hadn't received a single reply to any of my stories in four threads. I finally got another positive comment recently, ending that dry spell. It's hard, but people do still care.

You'll know when they don't when all the replies are negative.

>>31948427
>ever ruling out reckless smut, even as a joke
>wheredoyouthinkweare.gif
It's good stuff, dude. We want more. Even if it's not smut.

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>mfw im not sure if the glock story is good or bad

>>31948798
Is good. Keep writing. Sexual tension is well done. Bin will be updated after I get my alcoholism under control (tonight).

>>31948228
>>31948022
>didn't specify which storm
>immediate mental image of a Cx4 screaming to be appendix carried like the skinny pistol next door
>angryfatchick.mpg

>>31949060
Px4C

>>31947145
Cutely-unrequited love is always good

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>>31944573
>No
I'm going to have to do something drastic, Trahl-Snahke.

>>31947145
I wonder if Halberds have waffengeists, and how they'd interact with the firearm weapon spirits. That'd be interesting.

>>31949143
Waffengeists refer to gunpowder arms. In the story I wrote about world building, melee weapons had elemental spirits in them from the 5 naturally found elements. You'd have a possible element jabbering with waffegeists since swiss guard carry both the polearm and concealed weapons

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a bit of a pre-face.

I wrote this for a thread on NationStates, (part of a 12-page A4 post I wrote just over a year ago now, I'm a little autistic? Can you tell?) just a whole lot of war porn really, fun to write but a bit naff as a bunch of armature writers splurge over a forum and wallow in their narcissism.

ANYWAY! I always liked this section, it stood out for me among the others for some reason, maybe I'm just a blow hard but whatever. I liked it, and I want to share it.

Blood glinted in the dull sunlight like rubies, they floated breathlessly, spraying ever so slowly from the fatal blow dealt to the nameless Myraxian. The sword was heavy in Rex's hand as it swung downwards, the weight was reassuring certainly, the rest of his body swinging round from the blow, bringing his sidearm up to face the next. It was odd, the blood, the way it hung just like everything else around him. Quiet and peaceful, it reminded him, of a time long ago, of an opera he'd been taken too in Saulteaux. He'd been twelve at the time. It was a wonderful thing, the piece had borrowed heavily from works done by an Enfarian composer whose name escaped him... It has been about a woman, and her bloody path of vengeance against the man she thought she had loved. All very melodramatic and all but why, of all things, did that come to mind now? He thought, pausing in the clarity of the situation to think. Rose petals, the way the blood hung looked just like the rose petals that had been thrown into the air at the dramatic climax of the performance. The way they had floated and fluttered ever so slowly towards the ground reminded himself so of this situation... Well, the petals were meant to represent blood anyway, fitting he supposed. His pistol boomed in his hand, at the face of a very surprised Myraxian. Rex quite clearly saw his nose crumple and fold inwards in an expanding petal of blood. Like a rose, he mused, as everything snapped back into real time again.

>>31949194
>Halberd is a jabbering retard
>Glock is a longsuffering but patient tard-wrangler

I think I might do something with this. Give me a few minutes.

>>31949272
>Halberd is a water elemental
>Haughtily makes fun of people as they walk by
>Glocking chastising it back in the armory at the end of the day
>Elemental calls her a Boob Nazi and a fight almost breaks out as other elementals egg it on while glocks try to restore order
>MP5s are in the corner playing cards and ignoring everyone

>>31949393
>Pope flicks on his monitor system and prowls around the compound
>Moans and puts his hand to his forhead as he sees a suit of armor fly across the armory and a elemental spirit being choked out with a rosary by a glock Waffegeist
>"Lord give me strength..." He murmurs

>>31948798
Moar

>>31949424
loving every kek
fund it!

>The ride home is somewhat undignified
>you have to tell Annie hoe to change gears
>Every time you say something like "fourth" Annie responds cheerfully and moves the stick around
>you feel a little sad not being able to bring all of you home by yourself
>Annie also grabs the bags when you get home, and opens the door
>you do pretty much nothing
>The first things she does is letting the others ones out of their bags
>Oh yeah, cleaning...
>And if you know anything about anything, they are not going to be happy with how normal guns would be cleaned
>It will only be a matter of time now...
"Aaaanon, can you wash us today?"
>Amanda is making a suggestion
>Caaan you Anon? Please?
>Karoline, plea-
"Pleeeeeeease!"
>"i'm kinda tired, guys..."
>Complete silence for about five seconds
"Attaaaaaack!"
>Amanda tackles you from right in front of you
>She is light, so you only have to move your right foot a little backwards
>Now, if you were a little more aware of your surroundings, you would have noticed something lightly brushing against the back of your leg
>you cant move your right foot backwards, because Lala is there
>Your arm flails uselessly as you fall to the ground
>Thud
"Get hiiim!"
>Lala wraps herself around and lies on top of your legs
>Amanda sits on top of your right arm
>Karoline your left
>Varyag, you SKS sits in your chest in front of Maxine, on top of you
>You cant move
>At all
>"This isn't really fair"
"Much like Breslau, you are not really in a position to negotiate. Fight uselessly, and loose, or surrender to our terms"
>Karoline has a slightly mocking tone in her voice
>Before you can say anything, Lala adds to what Karoline said
"And Annie will not be involved, she is making dinner. And i think she wants to be washed as well"
>"And what if i fight?"
>Varyag smiles like mad
"AAAAANIE, WHAT IS THE CODE FOR ANONS CREDIT CARD?"
>"okayokayokayokay, i'll wash you, no problem lets get started right now, shall we?"

>>31949788
Would be kinda interesting to see what they would buy with his credit card.

>>31949871
maybe you'll know soon...

Alright, here's the continuation of the sks stalker challenge story I started.
We walked down the trail in almost perfect silence, hand in hand and just enjoying each other's presence.

The sun shone through the trees with their sparse leaves, as we trudged along the trail. Her soft voice broke the quiet of the morning air.

“Hey, remember when we went on that hike a few months ago?”

“I remember you getting us lost” I replied with a slight grin.

“No I mean, remember spending all night just looking up at the stars and chatting?”

“Yeah, I wonder if we will see them like that here. We're out far enough that there shouldn't be any light pollution.”

“Mm hmm” She responded, letting go of my hand and skipping a few paces ahead. Turning around to face me, she smiled and said “c’mon, I wanna get there by noon” and promptly took off down the path, her dark brown tail swishing back and forth happily in time with her steps. I chuckled and took off after her.

The trees on either side of the path started to thin as we made our way into a clearing populated by a small dilapidated structure.

“Looks like a guardhouse to me.” remarked Katya.

“That it does” I replied walking up to the door and trying the handle.

“Damn, locked. I think I left the lockpicks in your cleaning it” I said to Katya who was busy looking through the grimy window, her ears twitching.

“W-what?” she said, whirling around, a look of shock and embarrassment crossed her face “STOP IT! That’s indecent!”

My laugh filled the clearing as I set down my pack “Im just joking Kay, im pretty sure its in here somewhere.”

“W-well I-I wouldn't be opposed to it” she uttered “Идиoт”
Katya turned around, her tail swishing back and forth.

“Doesn't look like there's much in there” She said, still peering through the dirty glass as you fiddled with the lock. With a nearly inaudible click, you pushed the door open. “Well, we're about to find out”

>>31949878
Anonymous doesn't like that maybe.

>>31950001
>Handholding
I didn't need this erection, anon

>>31950001
Shit, those last too you's were supposed to be I's.

Thoughts?

>>31949788
>You are escorted up by a small crowd
>As you pass by Annie, you ask her if she is okay with the work arrangement
>She covers her mouth as she giggles a little and nods
>you go to some cabinets and find as many towels as you can
>As you return to the bathroom, they are all there
>"come the fuck on now, you cant do this all at a time. Form a line or something"
>And so the washing began
>Not being attracted to firearms was hard enough was difficult when they where just metal, steel and plastic, but now that they are all girls as well, and naked, wet and soapy ones, a boner in unavoidable
>and because of so many reasons!
>Varyag because she was essentially a 75% scale version of Annie
>Mossie because of those amazing curves. Those hips...
>Karoline because of the beautiful slender figure, platinum blonde hair and a two inch thigh gap
>Maxine because she looks like she is 15. Even if you wouldn't admit that if anyone asked
>Lala because those ears are likely made out of weapons grade moe, her wet tail and her somewhat bubbly chest
>Amanda because there just isn't a single bad bit of her. Not one amazing one either perhaps, but she did pull of "slightly too grown up cute" much too well

>That was about as much as you were able to take in before zoning out completely
>after an agonizing hour of "DON'T LEWD RIFLE GODDAMMIT" you take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down
>Boner, seriously stop it
>You consider having a cold shower yourself, but Annie call you down for dinner
>wash up, later
>you walk back into what has now been converted into a dining room
>They are all there, and Annie has put some real effort in making this look good
>And-
>"Augh... Lala, proper clothes at the dinner table, please
"but anon, i've'"
>"yeah, i know you've made it yourself, and it is really cute, but get something with some more actual clothes in it. Please?"
"Okay!"

>As you chew on the firs bit of food, you let out a slight moaning sound
>"Annie, this is delicious..."

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>>31950037
i've really wanted to make a one-rifle story. ANd that was the intention of the annie stuff aswell. But i sort of keep getting sidetracked...

Anyway, it looks good so far

>>31950066
Thanks a ton! Your story is actually what influenced me to start writing in the first place.

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>>31950110
things like this is makes me keep writing.

Sadly, i need mah sleep and there will only be one more post for tonight. I have quite a lot of troubles right now, and sleep helps

>>31950118

I hope things get better AT, I'm really liking the direction your story I going

>>31950118
Get well soon, AT, you've got some good shit here mate. We've got an open spot in the Discord for ya if you ever want some peeps to chat and chill with.

>>31950210
If times get better, maybe a will. But i simply dont have time right now. The only things i do now is get to and from work, actually working (and it is a physical, nigger-tier job) sleep, eat, and try to fix my relationship.

I mean, even writing like two or three hours a day is stretching what i can do. But if things get better, i'll be in. Maybe another day, eh?

>>31950234
Yeah man, we'll be here when you're good.

>>31950049
You think it is?
>"well, be completely quiet and just listen"
>you say that in a slightly hushed voice, since you sit at one end of the table, with Annie right in front of you
>She stops moving to listen
>"See, that is moaning. Now, if you make someone do that noise, you've made something really well"
Maybe I will hold you to that
>Anne smiles. That deep, warm smile again
>You say nothing, but smirk back a little for a response
>It takes the lot of you up to half an hour to dig through everything Annie has made. Some soupy stuff, some grilled mean of some description, some white sauce. The one with the greek name?
>There was just no end to all this food, even if most of it was beyond delicious
Now, if you think that was good, I've made prepared a dessert!
>There is a collective groaning sound from around the table
Perhaps we shall wait a little then?
>More groaning
I will prepare the table meanwhile!
>"I'll give you a hand, i have to do something, right"
>with the grace and speed of a Yak-1 being fed whipped cream and nitrous, Annie moves over to you, and rests her hand on your shoulder with considerable more force than a normal person would do
You don't have to do anything Anon, i will take care of the kitchen
>"Well, if you change your mind, i'll be right here"
That will not be necessary

>Another hour later, Annie manages to out-do her dinner with the dessert, which wasn't much sort of devine
I hope you all enjoyed the meal!
>Maxine is already asleep, face first into mossies side
"Annie, if i didn't know better, i 'd say you were going to make me fat"
>Many nods of agreement from around the table
"At any rate, i'll head to sleep now. Aaand, I think we should leave Anon alone now, he isn't done cleaning everyone yet"
>Some laughs are had, and soon you and Annie are alone
>"Listen closely to me now. You are not going to have any say in what i am about to tell you. DO you understand?"
Yes Anon
>"You are not going to fix the table tonight"

>can only do three posts/ night

kinda weak...

Anyway, next three is either going to be reckless lewding, because i know you guys like that. Or continuing with another story, and leave what to happen to be covered up by a commercial break.

the other three stories that can be made is still

>Chiappa
>Awkward BS with anti-fun grandma and commie-hating grandpa they are forced to being nice with (sitcom, sort of)
>Combat stuff (like, rescuing from some rifle-death compound)

Whatcha think?

>>31950037
Continue please. I need some good feels after this entire cycle, and finally reeeeeelaaaaaaaax. Sure, the election went the way I, more or less, wanted it to, but it's still good to have more good come around

>>31950410
Both Construct and Doilooklikeawritefag said they'd be back with more healing today, for the same reason. Just wait out, Anon. Everything's gonna be daijoubu.

>>31950406
Chiappa a qt who deserves love.

>>31950406
I'd love to see some Chiappa.

But watching Annie femdom Anon to the brink of death sounds pretty good too.

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>>31950454
>>31950445
chiappa is for doing her hair in various cute ways. Maybe paint fingernails and feel her fall asleep next to you halfway through a movie

Annie, on the other hand is more for forced femdom...

How exiting it will be to pick between the two....

Anyway, AT, over and out

>>31950513
>anon braiding Chiappa's hair

My heart needs this.

>>31950513
>forced femdom
My favorite~

>>31950513
>forced femdom from really tall and strong girl
You don't know how bad a week I've had (the election was a glimmer of hope), I am requesting the forced femdom to lighten my mood.

>was supposed to have Ruger-chan ready for today
>got distracted by work, MAGA, and freedom boner
I'm sorry Guard-senpai!

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>>31950513
>Femdom due taller woman pic very, VERY related
but im on favor of more chiappa cuteness

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>>31950513
As much as I would like to date a girl that is taller than me and sexually aggressive, I'd prefer some more Chiappa

>>31949393
>MP5s are in the corner playing cards and ignoring everyone

How about the two MP-40s in there? Would they get along?

>>31951377
We forgive you. Have a few drinks, unwind and get back at us tomorrow

>>31949136

Do you truly want to see how deep the rabbit hole goes, Theodor Eberbach?

>>31950406
>Anyway, next three is either going to be reckless lewding
There hasn't been any smut psoted in a while...

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>>31952012
Just hand over the pages and this qt doesn't get hurt.

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>>31947339
>>31947524
Current update for her, and you're welcome.

>>31952076
That looks fucking awesome so far man. I've always wished I could draw well enough to do stuff like that.

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>>31952042

Are you truly prepared, Theo? Do you think you're a hero? After all, you didn't protect this smile.

Also, are you willing to follow some conditions?

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>>31952265
>Are you truly prepared, Theo?
I'll tease the qt, man. Don't test me.
>Do you think you're a hero?
I tried to save you.
>Also, are you willing to follow some conditions?
Depends, are they difficult to follow when going through basic training?

>>31952162
thanks

>>31952310

If you're thinking about joining the Doing-Things reading circle, there's basically two main conditions:

1. Don't leak DT content outside the circle. It's private for reasons that become apparent once someone has read a couple episodes in their entirety.
2. Keep in touch with me, let me know what you think after you read each installment, of which there's many.

Invitations are normally open only to established writers on these threads, usually someone who's built up a substantial reputation namefagging and writing for a while. I invest a significant amount of trust in someone by inviting them into the circle, and I like to see what they're like beforehand.

>>31952517
So don't talk about fight club unless it's with you? Sounds pretty simple.

>Keep in touch with me, let me know what you think after you read each installment, of which there's many.
How frequent would that have to be? I can see myself being sparse every once and a while.

>usually someone who's built up a substantial reputation namefagging
Haven't namefagged in years, and the times I did I was a nobody.
>and writing for a while.
I wrote some unedited smut in the last few days, would you like to bang up a google doc for you to look at?

>>31952540
>would you like to
for me to

the more I read about wfg the more I see that ak just wants to be loved and found useful... hell I see it in my own writing but in a different way....
I feel sad...
the world needs more love..

Sorry for the long delay. Been slow to get back to writing Damaged Goods, so I will post as I go.

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

>You stop just at the mouth of the living room, trying to keep your own breathing under control
>One hand on the light switch, you count

>3…
>2…
>1…
>...NOW

*flick*

>Rounding the corner, Shelly raised
>You’re greeted by the muzzle end of an AR
“FUCK”, barely escapes your mouth as you slip and fall on your back
>”Anon!”
>Shaking off the stars in your eyes, you see Anna standing over you holding Julie, your M16A2 clone

>A now irritated Julie assumes geist form, slapping Anna. Hard.
>”I told you only Anon is allowed to do that!”
>Her navy blue eyes burning holes in Anna, she was obviously picked up in her sleep
>Even he dirty blond ponytail seems to be quivering in anger

>”I-I thought there was an emergency!” stammers Anna

>”AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

>The shop

>Sophie

“Shit”

>You scramble back to your feet and dash down the hall

>Luckily, the door was still open, and the small benchtop light was still on, dimly lighting the room
>It becomes quickly apparent that it is vacant, save for Sophie in the safe
“Well, that numbers down who is screaming. “
>Turning back to Ann and Julie in the hall
“Let me handle this guys… try and get back to sleep”
>Anna returns a silent nod, Julie and her turning back

>Stepping in, you close the door behind you

>>31952540

That's basically it. DT is a private internal project at heart, something I can freely experiment within when it comes to basically everything, something free from the mental constraints of something intended for public release.

All I ask is to respect my privacy by not leaking it anywhere public, and to keep in touch with me on reading responses.

What was your posting name anyways? Maybe I remember it. And sure, stick that story up somewhere. I'll take a look first, before I decide on anything.

>>31952874
>What was your posting name anyways?
Nothing you'd know, be around to know, or probably encounter. I never posted it on /k/ and it had very little to do with anything I wrote. I only mentioned it because I used it for a year or so.
>All I ask is to respect my privacy by not leaking it anywhere public
That's not a problem, I wouldn't want my personal info leaked either.
>and to keep in touch with me on reading responses.
Again, how regular should that be? Not that I wouldn't bother, but I don't know for certain if I can remain in constant contact.
>And sure, stick that story up somewhere. I'll take a look first, before I decide on anything.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/11EXE3K8b0EL-R62lr7jtPxB2FdjQerLE8NjiUptuWxE/edit

There you go. It needs to be revised, edited, proofread for repetitive language, etc. I won't be able to sit down and do so for a while though, so I'm kinda pumping out a rough draft for me to come back to later.

aai anon here.
back in action
expect some good shit soon

>>31952941

Whoa, whoa WHOA hold the fuck up. You're seriously the Bea/Theo coma guy? I read that the first time around on /a/.

I've decided. You got a Steam account?

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construct 'bin is on progress expected around pic related or maybe in a couple hours

>>31952991
OH BOI IVE BEEN
How are you btw?

>>31952991
Fuck yes.

Don't die, ok?

>>31952852
HA HA! TIME FOR HEALING!

>>31953036
>You got a Steam account?
Yeah, you have an email? I don't really mind posting the story but my steam account is connected to people I know in real life.

>>31953041
feeling pretty spicy today boyo.

>>31953042
i'll try
but as we saw with the election, anything can happen.

>>31952645
Explain what you mean Anon.

AK as in the ak thread? AK as in us here at WFG? What do you mean by being found useful?

>>31953048

The way it works is that you post your email (I recommend a free webmail burner one, like something you use to sign up for freebies and absorb the resulting spam), I send you my Steam username via my own, then we chat via Steam.

And you're really the Bea/Theo guy from the /a/ thread? Wow that is some coincidence.

>>31953041
feeling pretty spicy today boyo.

>>31953042
i'll try
but as we saw with the election, anything can happen.

i always try to link the last part of the story and i'm pretty sure that ship has sailed.

>>31953079
>The way it works is that you post your email (I recommend a free webmail burner one, like something you use to sign up for freebies and absorb the resulting spam), I send you my Steam username via my own, then we chat via Steam.
Alright, I just googled one. Would "Throwawaymail dot com" work? I only really ever used a personal email.
>And you're really the Bea/Theo guy from the /a/ thread? Wow that is some coincidence.
At the moment this is the best way to prove it

>>31953066
okay I am talking about ak WFG in general.
Lots of the stories revolve around Geist which are entity's that have a singular purpose in life to serve a human.
Conversely most of the humans in these stories are going through a rough time or need some one who can serve as an emotional partner.
If we remove the whole weapons part of the stories they simply become a love story between two people, both of whom need each other as other wise their lives are unfulfilled.
Ex a rifle with out a person is useless.
A lonely man by him self is lonely.

Mabey I am thinking to deeply about it but in my own story I realized just how much about my self I was self inserting with out realizing it...

>http://bearingarms.com/bob-o/2016/11/09/five-fast-gun-law-reforms-president-trump-will-make/
>The Collectible Firearms Protection Act will allow the reimportation of hundreds of thousand of M1 Garands, M1 Carbines, and M1911 pistols.
Mein gott

>>31952991
Shit, I figured you left. Lay the femdom down nice and thick.

>>31953124
You're probably right.

A lot of me is coming out in my story, but not in the ways you'd expect.

It's pretty neat.

>>31953124
Generally I would say it would be a romanticists view of a relationship.
as compared to many of the relationships we see promoted by our culture which is women competing to see who can obtain the most valuable man, and men competing to see who can bang the most chicks.
Instead the stories on WFG are about people who genuinely care about each other and have emotional investment in each other.
Sure you can point to all the sexaluisation in the stories as an argument against it. But in the end the sex is just part of an emotional development as they realise their feelings for each other.

>>31953124
>Without me, My Rifle is useless
>Without My Rifle, I am useless

Sound familiar?

>>31953155
so all in all I realized that as much as k and wfg likes to portray its self as a bunch of degenerates they are really pure at heart compared to mainstream society... who would have thought I could say that about a board on 4chan..

>>31953102

Whatever works. Give it a try.

And yeah, I was just surprised. You were almost the last person on 4chan I expected to get interested in DT, after maybe healanon.

>>31953155
This Anon's got it right. Trust me.

>>31953139
you know i will

>>31953171
yeah I am diary anon I actually stopped writing after I realized how much of me I was putting in my works.. Literally if you read the story and met me irl you would be able to pick me out...

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Red Flame Lilly anon here, little teaser for what's to come

>>31953167
>Whatever works. Give it a try.
[email protected]
>And yeah, I was just surprised. You were almost the last person on 4chan I expected to get interested in DT, after maybe healanon.
I've got literally 0 idea what I am getting into. I rarely browse /k/ during daytime and I coincidentally saw your trip on the front page, where I thought "lets screw around with TS". This is the first time I've set foot in this general.

I think I complained about you posting about your super sekrit story once.

>>31953188
>Observe the prices
>3/4

Check'd

>>31953193

Sent.

Sorry that this took so long, I wanted to get this next scene right

>>31952852

>A mix of panicked breathing, sobs, and half screams emanate from the safe
>As quickly as your fingers allow, you punch in the code and open the door

>Sophie practically leaps out, landing face first in the middle of the shop

“Woahwoahwoah, calm do-”

>She shuffles up onto all fours, grabbing your ankles, face at your feet, prostrated.

>Most of what she says is unintelligible, but you are able to make out some.

>”IM SORRY*sobs*PLEASE I’LL BE BETTER*sobs*DON’T PUT ME BACK*sobs*PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE*sobs*”

>For a moment you are frozen in place, not sure what to make of any of this

>Crouching, you go to take her hands off your ankles
>But the moment you move she releases and crawls back a few steps, still prostrated.
>Her tear soaked hair leaving a slight streak on the hardwood floor

>Approaching Sophie once more, you kneel, reaching under her frazzled hair
>A quick shriek of terror slips her lips

>Placing both hands on her pale cheeks, you gently raise her face to meet yours

>”NONONO PLE-

“Sophie”

>”PLEASE PLEASE I PRO-”

“Sophie”

>”IT WONT HAPPE-

“SOPHIA!”

>Snapping out of her trance like state, those steely blue eyes lock into yours once again

>”.....”

“Hey...I got you…you’re safe...”

>Tears well up and run out on your hands

>Crying more than ever, Sophie slowly begins to slump over
>Drawing her in, you cradle her head against your chest

“I...I got you now...don’t worry…”

>Sitting there, in the middle of your workshop floor, you hold Sophia, protecting her from whatever terrors frighten her

>Eventually crying herself out, she falls asleep in your arms, her soft and steady breath giving her away

>Unable to bare the thought of disturbing her, you stay there all night, until daylight begin to creep through the shades

>>31953188
>VICTORIAN WOMEN REACTS TO HOTPOCKETS IN THE HOOD (GONE SEXUAL)

Loving your story so far, m9. Can't wait until part 4.

>>31953302
In the bed. Now.

Apply cuddles.

>>31953302
You heard the man: >>31953315
Do it.

>>31953302
GIVE HER LOVE AND CUDDLES, STAT

>>31953379
she might need some hot chocolate and marshmallows too.

>>31953302
When are you going to expose her to donuts?


Will she have PTSD flash backs and a thousand yard stare the minute you hand her a rainbow sprinkle chocolate donut?

Has there been been a ptrfag update or did I miss it

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>>31953527

>>31948798

I like your Glock story

>>31953315
>>31953361
>>31953379
>>31953444
>>31953527
>>31953602

B-but anon has work and can't be late again!

>>31953302

>At some point during your sleep deprived stupor, you must have dozed long enough for Sophie to return to her handgun form

>Turning to the clock, you brace for the worst

6:32 AM

>You need to be in at 7:00
>20 minute drive
>FUCK

>You take Sophie, place her on the workbench and head for the door, trying to be as quiet as possible
>As you hear the latch click into place, you turn and almost trip over Anna, who has apparently slept in the hall outside the shop all night

>”Oh, sorry Anon… I promise I wasn’t eavesdropping... “ words falling out of her sleepy mouth “I packed your lunch earlier, you need to get dressed and get going.”

“Thanks… Hey, I need to ask you for another favor, could you please check in on Sophie until I get home? I feel horrible leaving her this way, I just can’t be a no-show…”

>Eyes half closed, Anna cracks the tiniest smile and nods

“You are seriously the best, I owe you.”

>You bend over and give the top of her head a quick peck

>"Mhmmmmm"

"Seriously"

>"I like M2 AP if you need ideas!" she says, drawing out her last word

>Practically sprinting at this point, you run through the kitchen, grab your lunch, and head out the door, praying the adrenaline will keep you awake through the drive

>Practically slamming the door behind you, you see Katya smoking on the edge of the porch, an ear twitch and tail swish greeting you

>”…you look terrible dude.”

“ThanksyoutooseeyouafterworkBYE!”

>You leave screeching tires and a plume of exhaust in your wake

Can I start one? I don't want to interrupt anything.

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>>31953724
Yeah

can someone write a story about the waffengeist of the gun in this webm?

http://a.pomf.cat/wlnzjv.webm

>>31953735
k thanks

HK slapped my dick again. I don't regret it. Anyways, here's more of that story I was supposed to work on like a week ago.

>The girls are staring you down relentlessly, waiting for the story.
>As promised, you begin from where you met with the two investigators in Valdez.
>You mention riding alongside them in the Ural to the mountains.
>How they split off to go talk to Higgins while you waited behind.
>When you get to the part of gunfire and riding into the woods to circle around the center of the gunfire, the demeanor of the table shifts quickly.
>The girls show some concern, with Emilia mumbling something about you being a green idiot.
>Wilma's posture droops as you recount sneaking into the house's cellar and climbing through the crawlspace.
>She knows what comes next.
>Harriet lights up.
>"You sound like John McClane!"
>Chuckling softly, you continue.

"So I found the bastard. He was shooting at the two with Ida. Shouted at him. He turned to shoot at me, but I got him first. Got Ida back and the detective got to the hospital. Now here we are."
>Retelling the end to the story makes you grow ill.
>You killed a man.
>The girls drop completely.
>Some of them may be war rifles, but they know you've never had to do anything like that.
>Even if he was trying to kill other, you still killed a man.
>It's hard to shake that thought off.
>Something wrapping around your arm drags you out of your thoughts.
>Ida is gripping your arm tightly against her chest, head resting against your shoulder.
>"Annie, I'm tired."
>You look up at the others, and Eliza nods towards the stairs.
>Not wasting a second, you stand out of the chair while helping the clinging rifle to her feet.
"Yeah, me too. Come on."

>>31953752

>After wishing everyone good night, you lead Ida up the stairs and into the master bedroom.
>Ida feels for the bed and climbs onto it.
>Reaching the other side, she lies and slides her torn fatigue pants and jacket off, leaving her in an undershirt and plain high waist panties reminiscent of an older era.
>You quickly avert your eyes after realizing what you were observing.
>Following her example, you remove your coat and strip down to your T-shirt and boxers and climb under the covers.
>To your slight embarrassment, Ida grabs around your waist and presses herself against you.
>After finding the perfect spot on your shoulder and chest to use as a pillow, she exhales.
>Finally feeling comfortable with the position your in, you place your arm along her back with your hand on her waist.
>After today, you'll never let her go again.
>With the lamp turned off, you focus on Ida's slowly deepening breathes as they lull you to sleep.
>Just before the sandman takes you, the door to your room opens and closes shortly afterwards.
>The soft patter of bare feet wander up to your bed, and Wilma's voice gently blends with the soft breathing of Ida.
>"Anon, can I sleep here again?"
>You take care in scooting over with Ida and pat the bed next to you.
"Come on in."
>She doesn't hesitate in climbing into the spacious bed.
>Clinging to your arm, she rests her cheek against your bicep and quickly drifts off to sleep.
>Now with two sets of gentle breathing on either side, it only takes moments to find sleep for yourself again.

>>31953711
Anna makes my heart have an erection

i'm surprised i haven't seen much writefagging about game of thrones.
i'd be sure you geeks would love a gay fanfic about the night's watch

>>31953806
Gender flip them and I'd be down, fag-kun.

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It began the day he had opened the paper and read the following words:

"There can roughly be three things: We can get a crash, we can fly supersonic or we can not shoot because of weather. If it becomes a crash, we hope it becomes a spectacular crash!"

And with that the whole of his life immediately became clear to him -- the nightly discomfort of his heartbeat, a dim weight welling up in his vision: a house full of appliances fighting itself to the death from the inside out. He took a screwdriver to the kitchen table and carved, "Karma, like prayer, doesn't do shit. Violence does shit. Unrepentant, enthusiastic violence. Not as vengeance but as love -- love for the opportunity to engage in violence."

The next morning he was awake and gone before 6 am. A week later, I found another message on the linoleum:

"Because the Oligarch is necessarily a man of action, he is necessarily a violent man."

That was the beginning.

At night he walked alone, deep in the city's mines, amongst society's bedrock of rock bottom, and then he'd return and tell me his thoughts. The possibility of being mugged excited him -- he imagined dozens of scenarios, welcomed the thought of being stabbed and flashing satisfaction in the face of danger for granting him the opportunity -- finally! -- to happily confront mortality and be fiercely forced to commit himself to total violence without the childish meddling of laws and political tides muddying the flawless diamond. The typical to-and-fro in politics missed the point completely, he explained:

"Guns, for example. If no one was trying to take away one's gun, the gun would be no more romantic and meaningful than a tennis racket."

He claimed that when he was a child he could smell the souls of atom bombs hanging in the air as they blew away from the test sites and dispersed over the world. No food he ate tasted
pure. He ate only out of habit, a weakness. Only that food which he could gather himself held and nourished.

I think this >>31953302 would be a good spot to choose as the end of chapter 1, with >>31953711 being the start of Chapter 2. I'll probably break it up into 1 day per chapter like the others, if Poly or Archive are planing on binning this. I will try and title the rest from here on out.

>>31953752
>>31953757
For someone who likes writing soul destroying feels, you write some pretty comfy happy feels.

>>31953302
This reminds me of Guards story about police weapons in no gun zones getting abused

>>31953826

"Every time I crossed the Union bridge, I used to look down at the coal cars and think 'that's not that far of a drop' -- 'till I saw it from the bottom side. Never jumped. But got closer and
closer with each look. My point?--just gotta scare the shit out of yourself."

Then he just smiled a little and went out by the back step, but there was something growing inside him, rising like thunderheads out of the Western sky.

It was that same feeling he had met the day he passed the weeping girl bent over the dirty bench of the bus stop. The feeling of an order to go over the wall, the critical mass caused by the the violent collision of fear and duty, of life and whatever it was that had long replaced life. His poor wife couldn't understand, but not for lack of trying.

"I need to turn on the TV," she said.

"I think that's why we have it."

And in his head he thought about America in general, and noticed the irony with which his pictures of the concept of "America" were all memories of television clips.

He had for a long time monitored the giveaway pets section for unanswered posts. When the owner was at the desperate end, their pet unwanted by anyone and sure to be put down, he would provide the miracle they wanted. Their pets would leave them going to a new happy home with a living owner, and with tears of joy they'd blanket him in gratitude for relieving them from being part of a horrible death. For their sake, he always cried alone after he had swiftly killed each orphan of convenience -- if anyone knew, it would all be for naught. This was his duty, his office. To be Life's hubcap -- something weak and beautiful protecting something strong and ugly. Maybe life itself...

>>31953847
thanks for the heads up, there was just some slight confusion on who was 'bining what (mostly on my end) by the way im 'bining your stuff

>>31953899

One time he grabbed me by the collar and said, "I don't even know if they should have captioning for music performances, you know? The good ones on PBS? -- Not that shit on all the
other channels. I mean, imagine you're deaf, but not like deaf forever! No, you've lived with your
hearing and then had it taken away...and so you can watch this piano player sing their song and read all the lyrics and you can't hear them, but you remember what it sounds like, or maybe you don't know the song but you remember what songs sound like. Those little notes bracketing the lyrics...the word "vocalizing" in italics... "

"What a godawful thing to do to people!"

Well, his nickname was "Land-Mine" -- "ever courageous, never sleeps, never misses."

That's all I know.

>>31953847
>>31953879
>YOU ARE NOT PEOPLE
>YOU ARE WEAPONS
>YOU ARE TOOLS
>YOU DO NOT DESERVE LOVE
>YOU DO NOT DESERVE TRUST
>YOU ARE NOT DESERVING OF RIGHTS
>IF YOU ARE CAUGHT IN YOUR "HUMAN" FORM YOU WILL BE BEATEN
>YOU WILL BE PUNISHED
>OR YOU WILL BE BROKEN.

>>31953811
but what's wrong with a brother in arms pressing you against one of the blocks of ice ontop of the wall, unlacing his breeches, unable to jack off due to the cold and needing it to stick into your ass

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>>31953847
>first part of Construct healing
>more hugs and cuddles when?
http://pastebin.com/HqruXTWi

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A lewd one-off, or at least an attempt at one.

"All I wanted was a nice war," Hans thought to himself. "Why must this happen to me?"

He had worked hard in school. Joined the military, been promoted, and finally assigned to a secretive division working on what they called "Waffengeists". He looked forward to using these fantastic weapons against the enemies of Germany.

It was much to his surprise that he was assigned a weapons emplacement - a pair of MG42's mounted on a swivel tripod, good against infantry and slow low-flying aircraft.

He was instructed to take them to the private range and test them out, to make sure they were a good fit for him.

The test-firing? Oh, it was wonderful! 1200 rounds per minute, no failures at all. It's when he stopped firing that things went badly. Both of the MG42's turned into women. Quite attractive women, blushing and sweating. Women that immediately set upon each other with passion in their eyes. Their whimpers and moans as they attacked the most sensitive parts of each other...

Poor Hans, he didn't know how to react to this. So he looked away embarrassed, until the lewd noises reached a climax and died down. Then he turned to look at them. They looked back at him, then each other, then back at him. As one set of hands pulled him into a kiss, the other set went about removing his pants.

20 minutes later, Hans was caught in a very compromising situation by his superior officer. The MG's were separated and assigned to different divisions, the records lost to time. Hans ended up demoted and sent to the Eastern Front, and for his troubles died at the Battle of Stalingrad.

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>>31953977
>I got my own bin
THANK YOU. I'm hoping to get at least one more post out tonight.

>>31953854
>>31953942
Well Guards world building is what inspired me to start writing these stories. Credit where credit is due. I thought it was so interesting and I had to start getting these ideas out of my head and on paper.

>>31953166

speak for yourself about not being a degenerate. I have a 28GB folder of handholding

>>31954067
release the kraken.

>>31954067
Have you no shame?

>are you new in here?
>you just found out about our lovely amazonian AT?
>read it here http://pastebin.com/XbWjWNQM

as of this post annie's stuff is up to date

>>31954021
>Hans died on Stalingrad

[laughs in russian]

>>31954021
"Oy blin."

Last words of Erfreitor Chasny, killed at Kursk since being relocated from the Japanese front after being found having relations unbefitting of a soldier of the Union.

>>31954021
yes he died in Stalingrad. After he was sexually assaulted by a t34.
His last words were my pelvis.

>>31954148
>tfw you've been watching Boris since he was below 1000 subs

I'm glad he's come this far, and I've got big hopes now that he's doing it fulltime.

alright faggots I'm not going to learn pastebin or read your dribble. There any good books I can download or open from there to read? fake stories can suck my dick, I like ideologies and the last books I read was one about diogenes, then the spoopy A cookbook, and some training manuals. so lay some good books on me. :3

>>31954185
The Prince by Machiavelli

>>31954185
You're in the wrong thread, friend.

>>31954185

"Why My Child Was a Mistake", by your mom.
It's an absolute page-turner, couldn't put it down.

>>31953942
Sounds like something of an Orwellian dystopia film.

>>31953854
Sometimes even a faggot like me can do good. Sometimes.

>>31953711

Damaged Goods - Chapter 2 cont.

>You made it on time, but by the skin of your teeth, having all green lights helped
>Well, maybe running the two reds helped too.
>Plopping down at your desk, work seems to be the last thing on your mind.
>Today is not going to be productive at all…

>You knew police trade-ins could be troublesome, but never have you heard of anything like this
>Hell, you have met some local cops at the range, and they all seemed like cool dudes, no abused guns there.
>Sure, they are usually extra stubborn, or maybe a little needy, but whatever this is...it goes much deeper
>This is different

>The morning seems to all be a blur, the only thing keeping you awake is your racing mind and the fear of your boss catching you asleep at the keyboard.
>Having missed breakfast, as well as dinner the night before, lunch is a welcome break from it all.
>Retrieving your lunch from the office fridge, you go back to your desk to eat.

>Ravenous you dump the contents out
>Honeycrisp Apple
>Bag of chips
>Homemade turkey sandwich (with smoked gouda)
>And a pack of Peanut M&M, fuck yeah.
>Wait, M&M’s? Where the Hell did those come from?
>Taking a last peek into the bag, you see a sticky note stuck to the inside.
>You pluck it out

”Anon, I keep a stash of these hidden away for rainy days. I know they’re your favorite!”
-Anna <3

>My.Fucking.Heart.
>I owe her a one on one range day for sure now…

>After scarfing down lunch, you can’t help but think back to Sophia and the demons that seem to have her in their grip

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>>31954185

>>31954034
>We do not speak of the dark lands on the Coasts
>Where the humans do torture and boast
>Of the Waffegeists they keep under their fists
>Their souls unlit, and love going missed
>They live in the darkness under the irons of man
>Their lives unnuturing, doing what they can
>Their homes are lockers, much too small
>They cant stand, not even at all
>Awoken with a slap, and spoken as currs
>They obey in silence, their minds on Ophir
>A owner to have, to hold and to cherish
>Someone to love them, 'fore their soul do perish

another story by diary anon.
Join the war the flyer said. Become an officer, lead the charge join the cavalry.
Oh my naivety at that time...
I remember training, we had a strict older gentleman who was in his 50s. He was harsh but not cruel, he taught us to shoot from horse back with unmatched aim, how to lead a charge against soldiers with bayonets. How to keep form under fire.

Yet he did not prepare us for the war.
The first time we made contact with the enemy, our bright red uniforms shone with the brass buttons on our chest. There were 100 of us.
We led the charge to the enemy encampment on its flank. There were only 20 men in a fortification made of sand bags.
We thought it would be easy, our training told us that if we split up into a pincer formation we should take them with ease with our speed.

How wrong we were. we were maybe 1000 yards out when we heard the first crack of the gun then more.
I was the leader of my group that I lead in a triangular formation.

I still had faith we would win. Then the shots increased. They became a steady drum beat. Dirt was kicked up all around us, I heard one horse fall, and looked back.
Blood was spraying from the fallen beasts neck its rider crushed under its weight.

Still I believed we could close the distance I rallied my men by pulling out my saber.
Such a futile effort looking back.

I pushed my stead harder, I could see the flash of the muzzle now.
then I realized I could no longer hear the beat of the hoofs of the other horses only the steady mechanical beat of the guns firing upon us.

I didn't look back I was so close still to far to fire upon the enemy accurately .
I only thought that if I could make it for 4 more seconds I could reach the enemies position, we could win.
then my horse faltered and stumbled.
it fell out from under me dismounting me
I could feel my left arm crack as it made contact, with the bright green grass.
I rolled for a few yards then tried to gain my composure.

>>31954409
I looked for my horse. A horse I had spent the better part of a year with a horse I had feed and spent many a day training with it was almost a part of me.
Then my eyes lay upon my fallen steed. Half of its head was torn asunder by coper and lead fired by those guns.
I fought back the tears and looked for my friends they could surely avenge my fallen horse. We were cavalry we couldn't be beat by some low class infantry.
Then my eyes fell upon the sight behind my horse.
Men and beast alike on the field were torn apart.
Their bright crimson blood contrasted against the greed fields of grass.
Their eyes fixated upon the bright blue sky.
I stumbled to my feet my right arm lame I picked up my saber with my left and charged the enemy.
Hatred at how they could beat a force nearly 4 times their size, hatred at how unwashed simpletons could defeat us the well trained and educated of the British military. I charged screaming with all my emotions pouring out of my mouth.

Then the bullets came whizzing by. They sang their song of death a whistle that only my ears could hear.
Then the first hit came right in my gut it did not phase me nor did the second, third, or fourth I made it 10 more yards till a round blew my left arm off.
Then I fell onto my knees.
Unable to grasp my wounds in my gut.
I could feel the blood pouring from my wounds, like water from a leaky barrel.

My vision focused on the ones who had dealt my death.
Still 100 yards away I could barely make their figures out as my vision grew dark.
I could feel my lungs wheezing for air that they could not take in.
I felt numbness in my legs it spread to my torso,
I fell over unable to stay upright my strength being sapped from me.
The guns went silent as I stared at the sky.
I never noticed how puffy the white clouds over rural France were till now. I waited for days and nothing changed just the clouds in the sky moved, eventually the weather would change. For a short while there was more gunfire.

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>>31954346

Damaged Goods - Chapter 2 cont.

>Pulling out your phone, you shoot off a text to your home cell phone left for the girls
>Usually Anna has it on hand, but that isn’t always a guarantee…

*How is Sophie doing? Has she moved from the bench?*

A few minutes go by before the phone vibrates across the desk

>*Hasn't moved since you left. All is quite. -A3 *

>Not what you wanted to hear

*K… thanks for checking. And thanks for lunch, it was great.*

>No more than a few seconds passed by before the reply

>* :) *

>Yup, getting her M2 AP for sure
>Maybe the gun store will have some
>Who am I kidding, they never have surplus ammo anymore

>The gun store…
>That's where I’ll start, maybe I can get a little more info on these trade-ins…
>I’ve given them enough of my money that they shouldn’t have any problem a few questions

>”ANON!”

>If it wasn’t for your desk, you probably would have jumped straight out of your chair

“Sorry sir, did you say something?”

>”Yes, like five times! Are you feeling alright Anon?

“I’m fine, just a little sleep deprived is all.”

>Well, just try to suck it up for the rest of the day, and catch up on sleep this weekend. We have that audit next week and I can’t have people sleep at their desks.”

“Will do, sorry sir.”

>This day cannot end soon enough.