/wfg/ - Writefag General - Inna Sandbox Edition

>>31957002
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

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

>>31957007
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

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]
[email protected]

I said come in, don't stand there!

Here's more of Anon and SKS's Stalker Challenge.
The door creaked open filling the single dusty room with light. There was a filing cabinet up against the far wall, with a desk and worn office chair facing out the single window. Nothing looked like it had been touched in ages.

“I hope they've got some better maps or something in here” I said walking inside. “They might, I'm gonna check in that cabinet over there” Katya replied, walking over and brushing the dust off of the top. Everything just looked like it was left here yesterday, a snapshot in time covered by a quarter century of dust. A coffee mug sat on the desk next to a notebook, the ink long since faded in the sun.

“I wonder why everyone left?” I wondered aloud, as Katya looked around in the filing cabinet, the noise contrasting sharply with the otherwise eerie silence. “I dunno, your uncle didn't say anything?”

“No, he just said it was business as usual. And then they were told not to come into work, and that anyone who showed up would be arrested for trespassing.”

“Freaky shit, remind me again why I let you convince me this was a good idea?” Katya replied, looking over at me.

“Ha! Convince you? You were practically jumping up and down when he first mentioned this place”

>>31957099
“Yeah, well whatever.” she said. “It's not like you were gonna go without me”

“You're right, I want to do everything we can together Katya. I can't imagine life without you.”

She looked down blushing “W-well that's… umm….” she stared at her feet, and I could barely make out “iloveyoutooAnon”

“Hmm? I couldn't quite hear you.” I replied “What was that?”

“N-nothing” Katya mumbled “Идиoт”

“Well, I'm a bit hungry. So I'm gonna get lunch started. How about we figure out what to do next after that.” I said, walking over to my pack “Alright, the specials today are Spaghetti MREs or chicken soup”

“Chicken soup. Wait, why are you cooking” I heard from inside the guardhouse.

“Well, because I prefer my food atleast somewhat edible”

“Then why did you pack the spaghetti ones? And my cooking isn't that bad” Katya said, stifling a laugh.

Pulling out the can of soup and the cups off two of the canteens I replied “Good point. Find anything interesting yet?”

“No it's just shift and visitor logs, last entry was summer of ‘82”

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will bump with stories during the day as usual
>heal and cuddles with construct
>autist-kun
>the adventures of a stalker+raifu on the zone with sheps
>finally get out of my arse and bin the fisrt part of casefile 6 by /k/vsW
>for a first time the first part of ATannie's storie on bin, thanks anon
>some sci fi storie by anon, dude, give me a name for storie

http://pastebin.com/h9BJPi8g

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i am going to attempt to continue
8 mile putin

FORTUNATE: http://pastebin.com/PY14dtLs
finish writing this fucker already.

So i'll be dumping a few links to keep this place alive.

Guard GLock 19 (feels) http://pastebin.com/FH70mL3n

Guard Healing a Glock (happy, maybe lewd feels) http://pastebin.com/E3zbCGPW


also to the author of this story, i'm assuming i'm missing a chunk of this, but i have yet to find anything, http://pastebin.com/mM8VUPFV

>>31957467
>This is a private paste.

>>31957576
O lawd. Is it a vile document with stories of sordid handholding? Ara ara~ so bold.

>>31957576
not my bin, some anon did it

>>31957594
>>31957576
Blame Polybus! He's trying to adorably mexican his way out of the blame!

>>31957576
>>31957593
>>31957594
>>31957625
Anon who made the pastebins here, first time using it, wasn't sure what it all meant.
Plus, didn't want filthy vatniks reading it as if I was the writer.

>>31957656
Ok, it's now set to unlisted instead of private, you should be good to go.

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>>31957556
you can't make me

>>31954954
More Viktoria!

>Soon we're in the food court, and we walk to the Five Guys.

>The line is short so I make it to the front pretty quickly.

>V, on the other hand, is busy gnawing on a handful of peanuts.

>"Hey loser! Whaddya want?" I yell

>"I don't know!"

>"So get up here!"

>She mumbles something and tosses the last of the peanuts down before walking up beside me.

>She scans the menu briefly before piping up. "Jalapenos, ketchup, cheese, and onions."

>"You like spicy stuff, eh?"

>"Hell yeah I do!" She says proudly

>The man behind the register confirms our order, and says he'll bring it out to us, prompting us to sit.

>As we walk over, my phone buzzes. I click the power button, turning on the screen.

>The new background catches me by surprise, making me take care to keep any potential onlookers from seeing it.

>There's a UPS tracking notification, saying that my package has been delivered.

>I look up at her, briefly gazing into her light blue eyes

>She looks back at me, cocking her head and smiling quizically

>Oh man, she's gonna be so happy.

http://pastebin.com/9UmqrmuC

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>>31957539

>>31957904
why does the Russian military have so many QTs... Would operate with in combined arms to remove isis, or aliens...

i made up a new story while i was at work, but it is very... special. Starring annie, a pistol and the man who attacked her

decision today is either do the after dinner scene, or chiappa maybe

>>31958677
fuck it, i'm all worked up over special story. i'll write that

>Annie could only clean the house so much
>but she didn't want to sit idly at home, just waiting for anon to come home
>So he found some work, so she could contribute to the household budget
>Some waitressing at a nearby cafe, some garden work.
>Legality of these works were questionable at best, so all was paid in cash
>Anon was coming home late one night, so Annie stayed at the cafe until the evening
>She wanted to pick up some groceries on her way home
>She headed to that big store she liked. Little bit of a walk, but they had good stuff to good prices
>but she approaches the store from the unlit back, and is faced with a man pointing a gun at her
"Got some money for me, honey?"
They are not for you. And point the gun away, or someone might get hurt
"Sounds like a threat to me. Knows what happens if someone threatens me you bitch?"
Last time someone called me that they were attacking Panzer IIs. Think you are up to the challenge, Little man?

>For the first time in this confrontation the man flicks of the safety of his pistol

"i thin you should beg for your life, or whatever sweet things you have between your legs. Right fucking now"
>Annies eye twitches as he says "Beg"
>She takes a deep breath
When the man pulls the trigger, you will not fire, little one
>Her russian accent was much more prominent now
>She usually concealed it pretty well, but it (and some actual russian words) broke free in times of great lust. Or pure wrath
>She closes the distance to the man. Slowly walks over to him
>click
>the man turns the gun slightly to look at it, and turn it back to Annie
>click
>clickclickclick
>Annie right fist meets the mans jaw with considerable force
>He falls to the ground
>Another punch
>A pill is forced into his mouth
>It all goes black

>When the man wakes up, he can't move his arms
>or legs
>or anything
>the man is ties to a chair

Welcome to my home, Little man!

cont?

>>31958939
if this doesnt end in rape, im pulling your funding

>>31958939
Oh fucking christ, Annie on the warpath. This should be good.

Also inadvertantly feels story about helping the pistol overcome the trauma of robbing and killing all those people when she was with the thug.

>>31958939
I smell a blowtorch in his near future. Lurking for more.

>>31958939
Go on, has potential.

>>31958962
Letting some dirt thug ever lewd Annie, even if it wasn't from his consent.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

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>>31958970
i will

>>31958968
>>31958965
>>31958962
well, one of you are technically right. But i'm not gonna tell who...

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>>31958974
what the fuck makes you think the thug is the one doing the raping?

>>31958939
>pissing off ruskie amazon
>kidnaped
>KGB fun times
OH GOD

>>31958974
>implying that guy will survive the night with his asshole intact
Prolapses. Prolapses everywhere.

>>31958962
so more healing glock when?

>>31957786
don't make me find you.

>>31958939
"mmmpff!"
>the man was wearing a gad made from some rather old rag or towel, he wasn't sure
>In front of him, Annie sits at a table with an ungodly amount of various tools
>And various lable-less spraycans
>and bottles
>and rags
>the man tries to scream through his gag
>nothing but muffled screams comes out
Don't bother little man. You are beneath a feet of concrete. You have no wallet, and your phone is en route to the west coast. No one is going to find you. Ever
>The panic build up in the man's eyes
This is not a normal interrogation as such, but there are still rules. They are simple. Don't look away, and don't close your eyes. if i catch you doing either of these, i will hurt you. Do you think i am unable to hurt you?
>the cold, calculating tone in Annie's voice was terrifying
>The man shakes his head as if his life depended on it
Maybe i should demonstrate anyway
>Tears fall down his eyes, as muffled screams escapes his gagged mouth, and he is shaking head
That is good. Just remember the rules, and i won't hurt you physically
>the man nods violently
Good. Now, this, is your pistol, is it not?
>The man nods again
Do you know what it is called
>The man does nothing
>Annie raises her voice
Do you know what the pistol is called? its designation? or the name you have given it?
>The man looks down on the floor
It seems you have forgotten the rules, maybe i will refresh your memory
>The man tries to scream as Annie leaves the chair by the table and walks over to him
>She slaps him on his cheek
>Hard
>and again
>and again
>and again
>the sound of the slaps ring out in the bare cellar
bounces around and makes a horrible sound
>The man is crying again
>And not because he is scared
Do not look away from me, or i will have to hurt you properly next time
>The man nods hysterically
maybe you think i am weak? Maybe you think i am lying? "Ohh, woman is so weak, she will not hurt me properly"
>fear grips the man ever deeper
Now, you are listening to me, Little man

>>31958976
If the pistol doesn't get some sweet healing from Annie, I swear to Murder Kube...

>>31959226
>turns out to be a stolen Kahr PM9
>traumatized little girl who just wants to go back home to her owner
>something something comforting and heartwarming reunion

Make it fucking happen, AT

>>31959265
FUCK THAT. WHIP OUT THE BROOM HANDLE AND SHOW HIM HOW BERLIN FELT IN 1944

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>>31959335

>>31959265
>>31959326
...why not shoot him with his own gun?

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>>31959358
>>31959335
>>31959365

you all wrong

>>31959374
aaand i lost half a post because copypasting shit removed my writing. STarting over

>>31959384
You can ctrlz in a type box brosky

The issue here, today is the pistol of yours.
Now, tell me if you are aware of the phenomenon of Waffengeists, or "gun spirit" in idiot, a language i am am sure you are fluent in
>The man nods
That was not the question, i asked about waffengeists
>Annie giggles a little bit at her own joke
>The man nods again
>Good, now your pistol, are you aware of what make and model it is?
>The man does nothing
And if you look away for as much as a second, this screwdriver will go very deep into your leg
>the man shakes it's head
It is a Makarov PMM. Maybe you were kicked in the head as a child. Given her a name?
>shaking
Know it has a geist?
>nodding
Let me guess, showed herself once or twice when you got her, and then never showed herself? Did she act this way because you are a pathetic excuse of a human being and a waste of blood and organs?
>nodding
No surprises here

Now, show yourself, little girl
>Annie did have a way of forcing inferior WGs to change forms
You poor girl, what are you wearing? Someone at your age should not be wearing those things. But not to worry, you are not at all responsible for this
The man over there...
>Annie takes the girls head and turns it towards the man tied to the chair
...has put cheap aftermarket plastic grips on you
But we can have that fixed by the end of the day

"b-but i've never seen you before..."
You have, and you decided not to fire when i asked you to. And now it is my time to repay you the favor
>The man s eyes are fixed on what is taking place in front of him
>not only because he is scared to look away
>but because he is curious
When was the last time he cleaned you?
"h-he never has..."
Then we will have to do a full disassembly
>Annie turns the girl into a small pistol again starts the process
>Every singe part is removed, bathed, cleaned and oiled and the reassembled
You know certain parts of a gun is sensitive?
>The main raises one eyebrow
>Annie pints the pistol at the man and flicks of the safety

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>>31959157
Good luck I'm behind 7 raifus

>>31959633
implying i wont find you and struggle snuggle the fuck out of you.

>>31959685
Nigga that's gay

>>31959620
>She mover her long, slender finger off the frame and to the trigger
>she pulls it
>click
>click
>clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick... click... click
>And sets the pistol down on her desk and makes it turn back into a girl
>She had a deep red color in her face, her breathing is ragged, she is sweaty, rubbing her thighs together
>She is making the kind of noises one would do a second before climax
>Her hand are at her her crotch, putting pressure on her most honest parts
>Annie takes her hands, and moves them away, and turning her towards the man
>revealing the sweat dripping of her face, her rosy cheeks, her open mouth that is drooling, and the wet spot between her legs
See little man, has she ever done this with you?
>The man doesn't move
>his eyes are empty, as if he had just seen a dinosaur
Do you feel useful now, little man?
>the man keeps staring in disbelief
You do not answer? Have you forgotten the rules?
>The man tries to scream again
I think you have misunderstood how we do things here
>Annie still looks dead serious
>The man shakes his head violently
That is good, Now for another practical demonstration...

>Annie goes on with the cleaning process several more times, while verbally assaulting and insulting the man
>The man gets more and more terrified
>The girl gets more and more incapable of doing anything, but by Annies very skillfull hands, she has not yet reached climax
>After a full hour, she leaves the girl on the table among all the tools
>She moves over to the man, standing just on front of him, with a large screwdriver
>The man once again tries to scream

cont-

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>>31959826
>inplying you wouldnt enjoy it

>>31959869
WALL

I thought this was a blue board...

>>31960051
Shh... no tears now. Only cosmoline soup.

>>31960060
all I can think of is my poor gammo cadet and whisper. I have put thousands of rounds through them and have hit a dime sized target at 100 yards with the whisper I have yet to clean them over the years. I haven't had time to shoot them because of college...
Although when I do get some short time at home I do finger fuck the trigger...

>>31960076
is it also bad that I put a 100 dollar scope on an air rifle it was a leupold adjustable scope that one of my dads friend has. The guy has a walk In gun room complete with steel doors and finger print lock... He spends a lot of money on guns..

I will now ask the little girl a question, okay?
>The man nods
Little girl, would you like to follow this man when he leaves the house, or do you want to stay here?
"i-i want to..."
>Her sentence is consumed by heavy breathing
Little one, is something wrong?
>Annie picks up the girl from the table, and cradles her in her arms like a baby
Would you like to stay here with me, or follow the man?
"i-i want t-to stay with you"
Little one, it would require some work...
"b-but"
Maybe if you beg me, i can keep you here, and i could give you a live round so you can finish
"P-please mam, l-let me stay here with you. p-please, i beg of you..."
That is enough little one, you are safe with me. You can stay here if you want to
>Annie turn her back into pistol form, dry fires it another 14 times, loads a single 9 mm round into a magazine, points it at the mans head and pulls the trigger, pushing the recently reverted girl over the edge and into sweet ecstasy
>She lies on the table in a bubbling, studdering and moaning mess

>The man wakes up some hours later at a recycling station somewhere outside the city
>In his pocket there is a note informing how unwise of a decision it would be to report the gun as stolen, since there are several pictures of his children next to it

>back at the home, Annie is humming old Russian war songs while braiding the girl long, red hair into a cute ponytail
>The girl herself is sitting in Annie's lap and looking at new grips on the internet
When he gets home, i will introduce you to Anon. He is a nice man. Taking care of us all
"But i like you"
Yes, i think i have a new carry pistol as of today, Little strange, but you would be okay with that little one?
"Yeees"
>the girl almost shouts as she buries her face into Annie's side
>Annie put her hand on the girls head and strokes it lightly
>I must think up a name for you. Maybe Anon will help us
"Yeah... Hey Annie?"
Yes dear?
"can we buy these?"
You like them?
"Yes, they look...
Worry not. We can

Fuck, the line

>He is missing a large portion of his right ear

was supposed to be between


>The man wakes up some hours later at a recycling station somewhere outside the city

And

>In his pocket there is a note informing how unwise of a decision it would be to report the gun as stolen, since there are several pictures of his children next to it

Anyway, tell me if you like it or now. or don't, whatever you want

>>31960094
I also had my whisper bedded in a walnut stock and the trigger adjusted to a 2.2 pound two stage its probably the most accurate shooting springer in the east coast.

>>31960107
>>31960097

>since there are several pictures of his children next to it

The kind of scumbag who makes a living out of armed robbery probably doesn't give a fuck about his 8 kids by 12 baby mamas, great story otherwise though

>>31960110
especially when I would put the heavier Benjamin rounds through her. I haven't fired my pellet gun in over 2 years.. I feel bad. I used to shoot them weekly..

>>31960125
Which raises the question, would air rifles have geists? Even something high-powered enough to have ballistics comparable to a firearm?

>>31960125
am I guilty of gun neglect??

>>31960133
it fires a .177 round at roughly 1250 feet per second. its comparable to many late 1800 gallery guns used for indoor shooting...

>>31960138
will I get a vist from AT Annie..

>>31960138
We all are, Anon, in our own ways.

We need to atone for our crimes.

>>31960147
so 8 grains at 1250 feet per second gives me around 28 foot pounds.

>>31960107
That was...

Stimulating...

Wonder what my raifus get up to when I'm not around?

>>31960164
I'm getting about 38 ft/lbs for a 29gr 22lr travelling 770fps out of a 2" snubnose. Seems close enough for me, although, i cant remember if we have set some sort of requirement to have a giest.

>>31960198
I feel bad though I kitted her up in hundreds of dollars worth of gear and work and don't shoot with her anymore...

>>31960198
I think it needs a bolt and a receiver, seeing it's where the "soul" is bound, so to speak.

>>31960076
Clean, lube, and cuddle.

>>31960211
spring and plunger could be comparable as it plays a similar function.

>>31960107
It's good as always.

>>31960210
Now that you know, you can make things right.

>>31960211
>>31960216
Maybe the piston?

>>31957103
I like it Anon, where's the continuation?

>>31960235
although then again I wouldn't mind be abused by a vengeful raifu because of my neglect.....

>>31960153
>Annie will never sexually humiliate you in front of your guns

>>31960257
why live life anon... Although the joke would be on her I have CNS damage and its almost impossible to get off...

>>31960275
buys a cz 97 purposefully calls it famas in public , buys gangsta sights for the side, cheap plastic grips. wants to be abused because loveless college student who will never find love...

I just realized I sort of doubled one of the interrogation parts. Sorry, but I am kinda shitfaced

That was a little too much leading though. See what I did with the bull btw? Like, the other part of being a cuck.

Anyway, I cant type anymore. Maybe more another day. Chiappa I think

>>31960362
your story brings up the question can some one have a masochistic relation ship with their raifu?
Like someone who purposefully lets their berretta eat their thumb web....
or lets their really expensive .338 lapua purchase 100 of rounds of custom ammunition..

>>31960374
You live in the age of the internet. Anything is possible

Anything

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>>31959620
>>31959855
>>31960097
>mfw all this y/u/ri

>>31959826
Implying I don't have dibs on your boipussy.

I will maga, starting with your anus.

Day 87
I woke up from the surgery in shooting agony dear god. I could not press that morphine shooter fast enough...
Imagine your whole body was your dick and now you had contracted every STI imaginable.

Now imagine that you put your dick in a vise grip with sand, and went at it.

This is absolutely the worst pain I had ever felt.
God fucking damn, at least now I'm tripping on some nice fentanyl, shits a few 10000 times more powerful then morphine.

The docs say I have a few months of rehab to go through to get used to my new muscles and integrate every thing.
Apparently while I was out Selvia left little bracelets for each day I was under surgery. They are made out of a collection of string stones and scrap metal that has been polished.
Real artsy though.

She really knows how to raise a guys spirits... I should do something nice for her...
But the next few days I'm going to be getting use to my new body.

>>31960406

>not Yaoi

plebs

>>31960424
implying k isn't one huge homoerotic circle jerk with weaponry.
Come on man every one here owns each others boi pussy from the big muscular black men to the fat white neck beards...

>>31960458
even the women who post here have owner ship of boi pussy.. k is truly a bunch of sexual egalitarians.

>>31960446
day 88
Now there is no shame in crying but god damn does rehab hurt.
The first task, get out of the fucking bed.

Now generally most people after surgery would be moving around like a wet noodle but since they inserted artificial muscle and other goodies my issue was that I was bouncing around like a god damn bull in a china shop.

My arms and legs flailed around like a man suffering from an epileptic episode.

When I wanted to reach near my arm would move with too much force over shooting its given target carried by its momentum.

Then I would try to counteract by pulling back, which would lead to me smacking myself with a hearty thwack.
All in all I am a pretty hapless sight.

Now the docs have me rigged up to a system where they have resistive ropes attached to a pulley system much like a life sized human marionette to ease my movement.

The minimum amount of force required to move any large muscle group in my upper body is well over 150 pounds. for my legs its over 1000 pounds.

>>31959869
>someone used my smug anime grill

Misuzu a best. I'll link more when I get off work.

Just reread Lilly Part 4 from the last thread. Seriously top notch stuff. The buildup to that ending was great. My heart still hurts from how cute that was.

>>31960458
i like the way you think anon. We can Share Fortunates boipussy. . also, excluding current thread, am i missing anything from the organization?

http://pastebin.com/dK18A1Qr.

gonna get that oneshot added tonight

>>31959855
>revealing the sweat dripping of her face, her rosy cheeks, her open mouth that is drooling, and the wet spot between her legs
>wet spot between her legs
>>31960097
>pushing the recently reverted girl over the edge and into sweet ecstasy
>She lies on the table in a bubbling, studdering and moaning mess
You have given me a boner... Now this must be fixed

>>31960518
day 89
Despite the precaution of weighing down my limbs I nearly took out a nurse who was standing by when I had to scratch my ass.
My god damn arm was an inch from smashing his face into a trillion bloody fragments.
Well, now I have a 3 foot circle around me of red tape and the weight resistance has been increased to 250 pounds for my upper body.

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Howdy /wfg/, there probably wont be an update on Damaged Goods tonight. I gotta get away from the computer for awhile and work with my hands before I go crazy. I also felt the last few posts of mine were a little rushed, so I wanted to take a step back for a bit.

>>31960854
last postings were good man. come back when you're ready.

>>31960094
They are spring powered, right?

Spring airguns have different shock patterns that may break a scope made for combustion rifles.

>>31960133
A Caselman Air Machine Gun has one in my story.

>>31961071
idk after a few thousand rounds, it was still sighted in on 25 yards perfectly...

>>31960244

I'm working on it, just trying to get the dialogue right.

>>31961189
http://pastebin.com/q3Zq0vMf

>>31960842
day 89 continued
Well I have learned one thing about getting all your muscles and bones replaced and getting a shit ton of mods, it fucks with you hard..

I cant even pass the egg test, where you have to pick up an egg without crushing it.
Suffice to say my days of jerking it are over until I get a better grasp of my new synthetic muscles. Don't want to crush or rip off my little guy...

On the bright side the docs said I might be able to walk un assisted with in 3 days. I'm pretty hyped for that as being stuck in this motion retardation rig is killing me, I mean pissing in to a bag and a liquid diet isn't exactly living the high life...
Oh well, things could be worse, on the bright side when I fully recover I will be stronger then ever and have even more potential assuming I work out...
Thank this sweet organization I work for, for giving me these god damn awesome mods, and not letting me bleed out.

>>31961701
day 92
So most of my rehab focuses on controlling my new found speed and strength. today we are working on .... The hand shake, the test consists of me shaking hands with a balsa wood construct in the shape of a hand. If I crush it I applied to much pressure, if I'm too light the sensors on it will make a light buzz. pretty low tech but it works.
I'm also working on walking with out smashing the tiles.
We have a pad the measures impact force and displays it as a wave on a screen the bigger the wave the more force. If I cross a certain threshold the wave turns red when I am walking with the correct amount of force the wave turns green.
All in all a fairly easy system.
Also the pain has begun subsiding and I am now only on a high dose of ibuprofen.
Now I just feel sore all the time.
I cant wait till I can see Selvia.. It feels like forever since I last saw her.

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>>31959869
>>31960529

I'm here to uselessly fulfil that promise I made that no one would ever really care about.

https://imgur.com/a/EXlmL/layout/grid

Enjoy.

What determines Waffengeist height for most authors here?

I sort of consider very small guns from young to medium age, as far as how long they've been out there, to be very young, about how they seem to be displayed here most of the time.

If there were a pocket gun from the 20's or something, she'd be late teens.

Standard pistols are a similar scale, but are usually taller and more fuller. A 1911 would be late teens to me, more or less. A desert eagle would be in her early 20's.

>>31961739
day 93
So Selvia stopped by today, we talked about our what's happened, she tried to hug me but the staff wouldn't let her.. she was pretty mad over that. I had to explain that there is a good chance I could crush her to death unintentionally.. Her little ears on her head got all limp.
Her emotions are pretty easy to read she's obviously frustrated by the situation but until I get my gross and fine motor skills under control ill have to wait for my home life..
I really miss my bed.

>>31961786

Usually waffengiest height is overall weapon height, with barrel length accounting for hair length.

But for pistols I throw all that out because then I would just be writing about lolis and while there's nothing wrong with paternal hugs, you can't really go a lot of places with a waffengiest that's like a child.

So I write pistols however I want, usually as adults that reflect their country of origin.

>>31961786
height is usually relative to overall length of gun. like a desert eagle would be a kinda chunky/thicc tall loudmouth loli jew.

most guns are presented around teenage height as most ar's are medium height, as they are generally middle length for most guns and fire a mid-sized cartridge.

mosins and larger/older guns are treated as larger because of weight and caliber of firearm, such as AT Annie.

handguns are generally treated to be child age and sized as they are of small caliber and size, but rifles of small calibers such as 22 and 9mm that have popped up are either considered older sized or some weird in between.

really its entirely up to the author.

A Small Zone of Comfort

Part 8: Junk People

That same, terrible dream again. The ocean of glass shards slicing into you once more, and once more you are helpless. But something is dragging you now, across the ocean waves. Your paralysis prevents you from looking, but it’s there. You’re not sure how you can tell, but you don’t sense any malicious intent. Between the pain, being pulled adds no more discomfort onto the monumental suffering you feel. You just wish it would be over, someday.

And you bolt again, awake.

The dream confusing you even further.

And that’s before you even look around. A tunnel? How the hell

Your head begins to hurt, just for a moment, and then the thoughts gone.

Taking a few deep breaths, you try to remember just what is going on lately.

You were headed north. Check.

Ran into some bandits. Check.

Somehow won a firefight with said bandits. Check.

Dealt with the realization of murder and wound yourself into an infinite circle of self deprecation. Check.

Your stalker showed up and talked to you? Check.

They were a woman. In The Zone.

What.

You stand up and look around. It’s still dark out; probably shouldn’t have knocked out so soon. You really did need that rest though. You find your rifle sitting at the end of the tunnel. Dammit, Lucy shouldn’t keep moving it.

Wait, her name was Lucy?

So was this her rifle?

Their- Her, excuse you, motivations makes even less sense. She’s never appeared armed; an insane concept this last month has made you understand. She follows you around, seemingly constructed of the very concept of stealth itself, and does… what, exactly?

>>31961874

She only takes the rifle when you’re not paying attention, usually sleeping at night. Which means she obvious believes in the security of a gun.

You can’t even begin to comprehend this now. You thought actually meeting her would clarify things, but now it’s even worse.

You shake your head, slap your cheeks a few times, and get your items together.

You grab the rifle, a familiar comfort in your hands once more. And don those NVGs. Walking The Zone at night is not a good idea, even in familiar territory. Even more so alone. Well, you’re not quite alone, but you’re not sure what to make of Lucy. Better not count on an unknown.

So you elect to just sit and watch. Your newer pda you bought off of Sidorovich says it should be dawn soon. Watching a sunrise not from a basement cot sounds like a good idea.

“You know, I’d appreciate the company, if you don’t mind.” You voice aloud. The answer of silence makes you grasp the rifle tightly. Nope, she’s still not up to it, you guess.

Whatever, you’ll just use this time to process yesterday.

>>31961882

Yes, you killed some people. And you still feel pretty shitty about it, to be honest. But there isn’t really much you could have done, or can do now. If a court ever manages to sort this entire mess out, you feel pretty confident you won’t be worrying about witnesses, let alone justifications for self defense. But legalities aside, there wouldn’t really be anywhere else to go. You’ve already settled in, or as much as someone who is constantly moving can. There's no turning back at this point. What waits for you back outside? More unemployment, that beater car, and a longing sense of mystery about your brother?

Nah, you’ll just take on the horrors of The Zone instead.

“Fuck it. “ you declare, as you hop off the burnt out truck and remove the nvgs, watching the first morning light creep over the northern hills.

You’re going north, no matter how long it takes. No matter how many weirdos you seems to attract, mutants after your blood, and blowouts you get caught up in.

You don’t believe in fate, not really. But you’re still alive, somehow. That has to count for something.

Gasmask on once more, you start walking north. To that gigantic scrapheap of trash many stalker call “The Garbage.”

You hope there are less bandits, at least.

>>31961891

[_________________]

With your early start, you arrive much sooner than you though, shortly around noon. You didn’t need any signs to tell you, as the gigantic heaps of soviet-era trash littered the area. What was more surprising was the lack of stalkers. You had expected, with how frequently you traded supplies from Sidorovich to stalkers from this area, that this would be an abundant hub of activity. But alas, you see no one. The only sign of life is the occasional groan from a distant mutant beast. You nervously look down at your Geiger counter, it going off wildly every time you approached anything in this area.

You soon notice another stalker. The profile of his green suit contrasting brightly with the sky behind him as he brazenly picks atop a pile of radioactive rubble. If your counter is to be believed, something that should have already dropped him dead in minutes. He doesn’t even seem to be armed, the crazy bastard.

Deciding to move on, you turn from the spectacle when you hear a muffled cry. Turning around, the man in the green suit has noticed you, and is waving eagerly as he stumbles his way down the gigantic entanglement of steel.
He doesn’t seem threatening, you decide, and keep your rifle lowered but ready as he clears the last bit of debris at the bottom of the heap, and starts walking towards you. Electing to meet halfway, you do the same.

>>31961903

“Hello!” he greets eagerly though his mask. “I don’t see many new faces around here anymore.”

You pause, not sure what his angle is.

He continues “Well, you don’t ever see faces though the gas masks, but that’s besides the point. Most stalkers believe this is all junk, but not me. There’s just so much fascinating history here! Old Soviet vehicles, still with pristine parts, electronic equipment, sometimes some uniforms and memorabilia, it’s amazing! I could stay up there for days and keep finding great stuff! Don’t you think so?”

He is now leaning towards you, eyes pouring over you.

“Uh, sure. But how can you stay up there will all that radiation?” you feel compelled to ask.

“My sunrise suit takes care of some of the residual radiation, but I lucked out and found an artifact that takes care of the rest!”

He motions towards one of his pockets. Opening up the pouch, he takes out a small clump of twisted metal. It vaguely resembles an elongated mushroom cap, but is mostly hollow with thin spindles that form the shape from one end to the other. Curious, you take out your detector and it’s green led beeps towards it.

“I was really lucky to have a Jellyfish artifact! Let’s me spend most of my days here.”

Still very curiously looking at, you ask “Why then search these scrap heaps for old junk? Aren’t artifacts valuable?”

“Excuse you!” He interrupts, suddenly taking back the artifact and putting it back into his suit. “This is HISTORY here! Can’t you see? The fallen remains of an old empire! The fascinating technology they once used? It’s amazing that’s it's been sitting here for nearly 30 years, undisturbed! Why, I don’t get other stalker like you that can’t see the amazing treasure right before them!” he finishes, pointing accusingly at you.

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>>31961911

You quickly apologize, and he seemingly resets. The next hour is spent at his small encampment at the base of one of the junk piles. While you two eat, he further explains, in fervent detail, about all the amazing things that lie within these piles that you can still only see as junk. You use this opportunity to ask him a bit about the region, hoping to learn anything. Rusty, as you learn his name is, talks a little bit about the history of this place. How unaffiliated stalkers, bandits, and duty had once fought over it. But with all of them gone now, it left it wide open for him to tread and live out his scrap diving fantasies.

“So where can I get one of those?” you point to the pouch that withholds his artifacts. Maybe he has a secret or a spot you could try looking around?

“I got this early on, up north. I was originally assigned to a small science team. All they wanted to do was sit in their lab, poke and prod at things, and learn about The Zone from the safety of their bunker. But I KNEW the real treasure was out there! So I nicked some of the more useful artifacts, and set off! These things are utterly useless except to help me further explore, anyways.”

You withhold the need to correct him, mentally noting the whole reason people are here are for artifacts like the one he’s holding with low regard.

“The only people who hang around here are bandits. Just the other day I saw some of them heading south. Mean guys, that Gregorian trio. Lucky you missed them!”

Missed wouldn’t really described your lead filled interaction with them, but again you withhold comment.

“So you really don’t want to explore the treasures here with me? I”ll let you keep the next thing I find!”

>>31961923

You politely decline, explaining your goal lies further north.

“You got all the right stuff for that kinda trek? You look kinda new.”

Almost boasting, you explain all the equipment and supplies you bought and were gifted by Sidorovich. If anyone was ready to take on the north, you felt it was you.

“Alright, but if you find anything particularly shiny on your way up, just let me know! I’ll be around here for a while. I still got those useless artifacts from the science team I could give you for it!”

That peaked your interest, and you affirmed you would.

Getting up now, you ask if there are good spots to spend the night.

“I just do it in the scrap heap, nobody bothers me there!” he says excitedly. “But you probably don’t have one of these radiation reducing artifacts. Uhhh, there’s the crumbling science center on the other side of these scrap heaps? More rubble than building at this point, but there’s some good junk in it. And place to find shelter, if that’s more your thing.”

You thank him, telling him that if he sees the other stalker, to say hello to them.

“What?” he responds, a bit more startled than the simple comment should have solicited.

“Just trust me, they’ll be shortly behind me. Take care.”

Crazy man, he’ll get himself killed either by that junk or by somebody who's more eager to exploit the fact that he’s unarmed.

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>>31961936

On your way, you noticed a large warehouse, surrounded by a brick wall. It’s large imposing structure making you wary of exploration, so you continue north.

It’s late afternoon now, the sun setting the Zone in a pleasant orange haze. Shafts of light peak through the piles of scrap as you make you way into the science center. Well, "in" is too generous of a word to use. That would imply there was still a roof, walls, and anything else that would constitute a structure. Still, there was a bit of a corner left, some concrete stairway, and parts of some of the floors. You climb up to the highest level, out of the reach of potential mutants and other stalkers.

Plus, it would factor into your plan.

As you look around the surrounding area through your scope, you think more on your idea. You had to climb up some dilapidated metal vent to get this high. There’s only one way your stalker could come up and follow you. And you’ll be staying up all night to make sure you catch them.

The 10 car pileup of questions in your head only got worse every time you two met. If you couldn’t get answers soon, you’re not sure there’d be room left in your head to process much else.

So you’ll wait. Sit here, relax with your nvgs. The loud pipe should be a dead give away for when they pop up.

You kill time by twiddling the bullet that hangs around your neck, checking the pda map and planning your route north to the bar, and staring as the last rays of light disappear behind the wasteland around you. You look back south, curious if you could find Rusty. But he’s farther back there, and no amount of bored searching could find him.

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The occasional growl of a boar keeping you alert, but otherwise you felt just as safe as in a cot back in The Cordon. It had only been two days, but it already felt like a lifetime ago.

North. You’ll get answers from this stalker, and then go north. To find your brother.

It’s late now. You try to stifle another yawn as you continue to wait. But you haven’t heard anything. The occasional peak around the side of the building showing nothing but continued washed out green.

Once again you yawn. The clock says it’s around 3 AM, your eyelids, heavy as lead sheet, struggling to remain open.

You’re a light sleeper, right? A quick nap. You won’t miss her, you’re sure.

You close your eyelids for just a moment, clutching your rifle in your arms.

Just a moment.

And the next thing you wake up to is a loud metal groan as a shape lunges at you in the midday sun.

>>31961964

Done for the night. C&C please.

>>31961964
>>31961975

>that close to the Duty outpost
>not wandering in and sleeping in their cabin thingy because they don't give a shit who just goes in and sleeps there in perfect safety even though they chase you away from the gate until you've done the quests

It's been a long time since you last played SoC, right?

>tfw you can write well and have good reading comprehension but your imagination sucks

>>31962155
Just do what I do anon, write what makes sense.

>>31962126
The timeline right now is slightly after CoC. Most of duty has moved north at this point, and what I've written is that the amount of stalkers in the zone has significantly decreased.

Plus there might have been a reason for Rusty to tell Blank to camp out at the least defensible/safe spot in the garbage.

Just maybe.

>>31962155
I have a shitty imagination AND writing. Couldn't even come up with an original setting, had to coop a popular game. Just go for it dude.

the previus adventure of our stalker is found

http://pastebin.com/qMtxDSdG

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>>31960661
This is why god has abandoned us.

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>>31962201

Thanks poly, you're a champ.

>>31962206
it shall be mine.

>>31962206
God abandoned us when we started supporting the assholes that killed his son.

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>>31962258
We're working on that.

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>im staring to run out of caps to bump with

>>31962523
Do you have the atannie part 1 screen garb?

>>31962523
>>im staring to run out of thumbnails to bump with

So it could just be my phone because no one else has said anything but half the caps you post are unreadable to me.

>>31962614
some anon make a bin it is here
>>31957467

>>31962630
press pic, open in new tab

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Hey guys! I hope I didn't miss anything important.
Y'all get a nice little update of Light My Fire tonight after I clean up a bit and down a few.

>>31962700
I can't wait to see what Rose does after getting that cock-block shut down. Looking forward to it.

>>31962700
glad to have you back boss.

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>>31962700
>new part of Light My fire
>im hyped

>>31962695
>press pic, open in new tab
I've done that m8. I have downloaded them too. I'll try on my desktop.

>>31962700
>new Light My Fire incoming
Lurking...

>>31962199
>slightly after CoC
slightly after CoP, i mean. Sorry.

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>>31962700
Yes. YES.

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It's wonderful to have your support /k/ammandos. Thank you!

>>31962926
You're a new face... I saw you in the sticky. Your name intrigues me. I'll have to be nosey and poke through your story after I'm done posting.

Light My Fire cont.

>morning comes for me again around 9:30ish
>bright, wretched morning light still somehow makes it past my cheap blackout curtains and spills into the room
>slowly, the bed gets more and more uncomfortable
>time to get up, I guess
>Through forces unknown, I've come to cradle Judith in my arms like a baby
>legs over my stomach, my right arm under her knees
>her head and shoulders are balanced against my chest by my left
>wakey wakey
>I release her to stretch
>pomf! Her head falls back to the mattress
>"bleeeh!" Judith whines, apparently inconvenienced by her recent turn of events
>stretch wide and twist my back
>glorious snaps, crackles, and pops
>and pow! ears ringing slightly
>my world tilts on its side like a sinking ship
>Judith has punched me right in the temple in an attempt to stretch herself
>"oh mein gott! Iyamsosorry! Are you okay?"
>her fingers fly to my face to touch and hold it as I recoil to escape their grasp
>I may... need to go to DEFCON 3
>With my fist, I snap the bones in my neck to restore equilibrium
>lie, "Yeah, I'm fine..."
>ear drums are still tingling
>around krauts, look out
>continue my rice crispy morning ritual
>then, dress to head out
>black collar shirt, khaki 5.11 pants, and my chucks
>Judith still only has her OD fatigues and boots
>oddly enough, it never smells or gets dirty
>as she changes form, so it cleans itself
>I try not to think about how my, and consequently everyone else's, fundamental understanding of physics is all wrong

>>31957904
keep shootin, putin

>>31963258
>forgot to add him to the sticky
welp here is his stuff
http://pastebin.com/HqruXTWi

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>>31963258
Light My Fire cont.

>I try not to think about how my, and consequently everyone else's, fundamental understanding of physics is all wrong
>If physicists knew, they'd either shoot themselves, unable to cope, or they'd want to experiment on them
>Oh god, if the military knew...
>what if they do know already?
>I shutter at the thought of waffengeists lined up in chambers, subjected to a myriad of torturous tests for weapons research and development
>try to shake the horrible sound of a grand chorus of unearthly wailing and screaming from my head
>Judith then does what Rose spent all this time teaching her
>My PTR91 A3R is pulled from thin air from around her back and handed to me
>again, I'm done questioning this bullshit
>I set the rifle down in the corner against the wall
>Judith seems ready to go, but nervous, jumpy even
>first time in a civilian public place of gather in her human form
>"Relax Judith... there isn't a communist threat where we're going."
>I kinda laugh because she's more adorable this way
>her chestnut eyes connect with mine, "I know. Old habits."
>lay my hand on her shoulder, which is responded to with a smile, "If you ever get the hankerin' to slaughter some commies, I'll take you to San Diego, 'kay?"
>she smiles, "shut up!"
>"take me to Moscow..." she mumbles under her breath with a devilish grin
>we kek and decide to leave
>Does she know if the Cold War has ended?
>I figure I'll pick up breakfast on the way
>stepping into the living room, we notice Rose has fallen back asleep on the chair
>her short hair in shambles
>arms and legs all sprawled out in a very ladylike fashion
>almost like someone flipped her over on her back with a giant spatula
>a giant snot bubble inflating and deflating from her nose
>drool dribbling out of the corner of her mouth
>real beauty sleep, there
>figure it was best to leave her where she laid
>we tip toe by, but the devil in I has a very wise idea

>>31963316
so i can delete my bin of construct? got it

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>>31957904
My urge to fuck that gun is greater than my urge to fuck that girl
help

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>>31963258
>PTRfag noticed me!
Only day 1 (chapter one) is posted so far. The start of day 2 is in the last thrread if you get interested.

>>31963316
>>31963377
I applaud you guys for being able to keep all of these bins straight... Also, being added to the sticky would be nice...i-if you want to...

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>>31963316
I could've sworn I saw him in the sticky, but then again, I've downed 3 double shots of Ten High (and intend to have more). Thanks for the link, Polybus... I'm gunna need it later...

>>31963318
Light My Fire cont.

>we tip toe by, but the devil in I has a very wise idea
>I stop
>then Judith stops, and wonders what's going on
>she turns over her hands and opens her eyes wide like: what are you doing?!
>I put my finger in front of my mouth
>shhhhh...
>I pull out my phone
>knees together and both hands over her mouth, the raven haired beauty squeaks as she holds her laughter
>Rose's formal portrait taken, I slip my phone back in my pocket, and we quietly cheese it
>we laugh all the way to the car
>buckle up fer safety!
>foot in the clutch, I turn the engine over
>handbrake down, I put the car in first and let the fuel injectors do their thing
>Judith adjusts her belt and leans toward my side, a long lock of straight raven hair falling from her shoulder to hang free around my hand on the shifter, "Vhere ist it ve are going?"
>"Well first, we're going to get some coffee, so Books-a-Million it is. Then, maybe to the mall."
>i wonder... she does drink coffee, right?
>"You do drink coffee, right?"
>Those cutting brown eyes of hers and raised eyebrow is enough to convince me
>"I vas a soldier, anon. Vhat do you zhink?"
>"alright, alright... just making sure... cuz some people don't like coff-"
>her fingertip lightly touches my lips together, "shh," she smiles, "I like coffee."
>Judith begins to giggle as she starts to realize the power she holds over me
>"Coffee it is... Next time you do that though, I'm biting your finger off."
>and so ensues the "I'm not touching you" game
>Pull into the Books-a-Billion
>Judith is calm and collected as she exits my car
>this place isn't too crowded to start out with
>I open the door for her as she walks in
>"Danke!" she says with a cheery face

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>>31963441
Consider yourself witnessed.

Light My Fire cont.

>we tip toe by, but the devil in I has a very wise idea
>I stop
>then Judith stops, and wonders what's going on
>she turns over her hands and opens her eyes wide like: what are you doing?!
>I put my finger in front of my mouth
>shhhhh...
>I pull out my phone
>knees together and both hands over her mouth, the raven haired beauty squeaks as she holds her laughter
>Rose's formal portrait taken, I slip my phone back in my pocket, and we quietly cheese it
>we laugh all the way to the car
>buckle up fer safety!
>foot in the clutch, I turn the engine over
>handbrake down, I put the car in first and let the fuel injectors do their thing
>Judith adjusts her belt and leans toward my side, a long lock of straight raven hair falling from her shoulder to hang free around my hand on the shifter, "Vhere ist it ve are going?"
>"Well first, we're going to get some coffee, so Books-a-Million it is. Then, maybe to the mall."
>i wonder... she does drink coffee, right?
>"You do drink coffee, right?"
>Those cutting brown eyes of hers and raised eyebrow is enough to convince me
>"I vas a soldier, anon. Vhat do you zhink?"
>"alright, alright... just making sure... cuz some people don't like coff-"
>her fingertip lightly touches my lips together, "shh," she smiles, "I like coffee."
>Judith begins to giggle as she starts to realize the power she holds over me
>"Coffee it is... Next time you do that though, I'm biting your finger off."
>and so ensues the "I'm not touching you" game
>Pull into the Books-a-Billion
>Judith is calm and collected as she exits my car
>this place isn't too crowded to start out with
>I open the door for her as she walks in
>"Danke!" she says with a cheery face
>we, the odd couple, walk into the foyer and are greeted first thing by the register slave, "Hi, welcome to Books-a-Quadrillion!"
>uh huh...
>"Hallo!" Judith waves with a smile
>really?

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>>31963560
These bits of writing are almost identical
...how drunk are you?

>>31963602
Pasting error, amigo.

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>>31963397
Welcome home

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>>31963602
Apologies. I'm really fucking drunk on gut-rot.

>>31963560
Light My Fire cont.

>"Hallo!" Judith waves with a smile
>really?
>I want to fault her, but I can't help myself
>I grin and laugh to myself
>My dark little angel looks left and right, but with my hand at the small of her back, I gently guide her to the right
>she softly "meeps" at my touch
>the rubber soles on her brown combat boots squeak on the tile
>I look down to my right to see her chestnut eyes are lit up with with streaks of amber and are already upon me
>the corners of her mouth starting to curl into the beginnings of a tiny smile
>more focused on me than the rest of the store
>now, for the first time, I'm nervous and have no idea why
>she's undeniably beautiful with the sunlit windows back-lighting her
>too beautiful to be with me
>inside I'm ugly
>ugly and bitter from heartache and death
>her long, straight locks hang over her shoulders like a waterfall that shines like black satin
>Judith's eyes are intoxicatingly vivid
>unwavering, her peaceful stare offers nothing but truth
>Judith's slender hand takes mine and all my fears and doubt seem to evaporate, "you are okay? Vhat are you staring at?"
>startled, I respond, "oh, it's nothing, Angel. I was just looking at you."
>she rises on her tippy-toes and kisses me
>all I can think about is her
>"Let us get zhe coffee, ja?"
>"Yeah..."
>still clinging onto my hand, the little german leads me to the coffee bar
>of course, no one is manning the bar
>wait and wait
>and wait some more
>my mind is cooling off, so I'm not complaining
>Judith is getting antsy though and begins to look around
>"Judith?"
>"ja?"
>"you know the hotel bells," i start gesturing with my hands to convey what I'm saying, "with the little button on top to-"
>her expression lights up with understanding, "Ja! Zhe little bell vith zhe 'ding!'"

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>>31963666
>>inside I'm ugly
>>ugly and bitter from heartache and death

I remember the first time I realized that I wasn't as pure-hearted and white-knighty (as defined before it became a part of internet slang) as I had romanticized when I was a teenager. I ended up hurting a girl that way.

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>>31963666
Nice. Satan trips.

Light My Fire cont.

>her expression lights up with understanding, "Ja! Zhe little bell vith zhe 'ding!'"
>"yes!" I laugh, "this is the type of situation where i wish i had bought a personal one, so I could just 'ding' the shit out of it until someone came to take it away. Then, I'd snatch it away from them and tell them it's my fucking bell, and then, they'd be forced to help me!"
>many keks were had
>"dies ist meine 'ding!' Give it back!"
>I begin to rapidly thump my finger on the countertop, "d-d-d-d-d-d-ding..."
>Judith's laugh is so sweet and genuine, not rapidly repetitive, not forced or fake
>it's a heavenly thing for me to hear
>finally, the coffee bar wench shows up to take our order
>she's tall and has that whole obligatory coffee bar hipster thing going on
>strawberry blonde hair and thick rimmed lensless glasses
>standard food service greeting
>to Judith, the girl says, "oh my god... I really do love your boots! Where did you get them?"
>here we go...
>I look to Judith just she replies flatly, "Zhese?... Zhey vere mein standard issue." Her eyes showing confusion.
>I don't think she knows the coffee bar girl would just want to wear them ironically
>I want to say something, but she hasn't taken our order yet, and I don't want shitty coffee or coffee with shit floating in it
>or packed with protein at the bottom
>"oh," the little girl responds, "uhm. Okay. What would you like?"
>I defer to Judith who goes first, "I vould like a cup of dark French Roast."
>"what size?"
>more confusion, "a cup."
>Judith starts miming a small box with her lithe hands, "like zhis."
>this is too entertaining to interrupt
>i take an almost nature documentarian interest in the communications meltdown between a temporally displaced german and a minimum wage worker not accustomed to using effort
>Judith's chestnut eyes have become huge with impatience
>she finally settles on a medium paper cup
>"cream and sugar?"

FYI poly the opening segment to Annie at the Range is missing.

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>>31963730
Light My Fire cont.

>"cream and sugar?"
>the irritated geist from Berlin then narrows her eyes and with the thickest accent she can muster, mutters, "black..."
>terrified, the poor girl behind the counter looks back to me, exasperated and anticipating more harshness
>I give her the "sorry, not sorry" grin.
>my order is simple; small hot mocha with 3 shots of expresso
>not exactly /fit/ but my liver and kidneys are
>ten minutes later, we're out the door
>Judith is still aggravated, "I still do not understand vhy zhey can not juss vash zhe cups vhen we finish."
>I open her car door but motion for her to wait, "Judith, you're not wrong. I agree with everything you're saying, BUT times have changed since the late 80s. Also, you're in the lazy land of America. Fast food and beer guts. There will be cultural shock. Just stay detached from it like me."
>she gets in, and I close her door
>Judith remains quiet, so I turn on the radio to kill the silence
>nothing good is playing, so I keep the volume low
>just Buckcherry being a fucking crybaby bitch
>I shift into fifth and let the RPMs settle
>I look over at Judith, and she's still salty over the coffee
>perhaps it needs salt?
>haha... not funny
>she sips it but purses her pale lips and frowns at the paper cup like a rock scorned
>"Judith? Is everything okay?"
>a weight is starting to form in my stomach
>paranoia, fear, and worry

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>>31963794
Alright guys, I'm very sorry for the sloppy posting tonight. My consumption tonight hit me harder than anticipated. I hope you're enjoying the ride.
I gotta go see what Construct is all about.

>>31963835
It's alright, you put out a decent amount of stuff.
I think that your story is currently the one that's making me lean towards a certain type of rifle as my next rifle purchase.
The Ruger vampire stories and my personal like of the weapons determined my pistol purchase, but that's inconsequential to you.

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>>31963794
>Concern

>>31963835
Hope you enjoy it. I'm open to any criticisms.

>>31963702
I meant to reply to you in my last post (I blame the booze). I wrote and rewrote this section three times. I ended up deleting it all because it was too dark and ultimately ended up disrupting the rhythm of the story.

Does this place still have a discord?

>>31963835
Nah, you good. What you write is very comfortable to read

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>literally everybody in these threads are fucking hammered every night

Remember lads, if you're a writer, you can always write off you alcoholism as being cheeky. That being said, I'd best get down to contributing to these threads. I think I'm going to start off with a one-shot about a VP70. I forget who inspired it, but it was one of the writefags who depicted modern wondernines as short girls wearing vinyl bootyshorts. I'll get cracking on it right now, and brace for sloppy because I've been into the sauce.

The Life and Times of Emily 9

Reposting this bit from the last thread, then posting the new stuff:


>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?"

>>31963980
Im just a functioning alcoholic =D

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>>31963986
Shit forgot my Trip. Curse me for posting on /tg/.

The Life and Times of Emily 9

Part 2, Section 2.


>You finally come to your senses, shake off that sleep in your head and focus.
>What the fuck is happening
>Who are these people
D-Did Anon get mugged? Holy shit did I fall asleep and let him get shot in an ally?
>You feel shocked, stunned, hallow even. A little... guilt.
>You begin to picture Anon, feel a torrent of sour emotion rise up from your stomach at the idea that you might never see him again. Before you can think further, the man responds to the black woman's question.
>The guy with the large nose fumbles with your mag release, but finally gets it and says "Well what's in the clip?"
Wha.. clip? Does he think I'm a C96?
>Despite everything else, you almost feel annoyed, a little confused even, that he doesn't seem to recognize your model. You're famous.. everybody uses yo-
>You hear Anon's voice a little ways away, and look around. He's awkwardly standing there, staring at anything he can but the black woman, his hands fidgeting with anything they can find purchase on. You feel your eyes narrow, and then roll. This shouldn't be a surprise to you. "Ah, that's not a clip..a clip is sort of a.." He trails off, and looks awkwardly around after the pair ignore him, more engrossed in fiddling around with you.
>You go from emotional defcon 1, to defcon-fucking-11. You feel the previous shock wear off you, and that pent up energy pool itself in your shoulder blades and neck, with nowhere to go.
>The slightly grungey man in the beanie strips a round out of your mag, holds it between two fingers, and stares at it for a moment.
>"Shit, I don't know. Spit out yours, lets compare'm."
>The black lady, with surprising informality, brings her hand up to her face and hawks back, spitting into her hand. She opens her palm hear his hand, and reveals a cheap aluminum-cased .45 round.
Ooh, she's a 'geist!

>>31961788
day 94
So I have gained some fine motor skill with my right hand. I can finally pick up a grape and an egg with out crushing it.
The same cant be for my left hand.
But hey progress is progress.
Oh and the best part is I can walk around now...
The physical rehabilitation class are a lot shorter now. around 6 hours instead of 12 hours a day..
So I finally got to hang with Sevlia.
Apparently while I was gone she power watched all all of the anime I had purchased.... I think I might have created a bigger weeb then me....God damn those tank born memories. there I am quoting 450 year old memes.... Hell I am basically a fucking anachronism that can do jobs...
Guess that's why me and my guys have so much in common with mark...
I wonder how he is doing after that mission...
I never got to see it through...
I will definitely send mark a message tonight..

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>>31964008
>You feel sort of excited, maybe you'll be able to hang out with her or something later!
>She hums, and mutters almost sweetly, with her odd 'urban' tilt, "Naw, mine look fatter." as if it were the most scientific conclusion a person could make.
>Normally most 'geists you meet are more... informed. Than this. You're sort of dumbfounded by it, actually.
>You look her over again. She's tall, taller than you are, and you're pretty tall for a pistol. She's also clearly very... heavy. She's .45 though, so... maybe a..
>You brain searches for answers that fit that criteria.
A... buntline, maybe? But she's.. so.. "urban".
>She leans in toward you, looking you over. It's a little too close for comfort, actually..
>She grabs you in her hand, inserts your mag with a slap, and racks your slide before you realize what's happening.
Whoa, what the fuck
>She smiles coyly and looks over at Anon, who averts his eyes down toward the ground, then the man in the beanie, and then at his shooting gloves. "I finna shoot this, you cool?"
Sh-she's a Waffengeist! We can't j-just shoot eachother!
>He stutters out a meek reply to her, you can't hear it, you sure as fuck know she can't hear it, but she nods her head in agreement anyway as if she did.
>She walks up to the shooting line, tilting her head a little, her tongue sticking out of her grinning face.
>She closes her left eye, and aims down your sights.
>Her finger glides smoothly into your trigger guard.
No, not th-there, that's..
>It's a polymer trigger, you've always felt a little... self-conscious about it. You were always so jealous of Sadie, 'cause hers was steel.
>Her finger slides over your trigger, her finger pads brushing against your contours .
>She cradles you in a relaxed hold, she slowly runs her thumb softly down your exposed barrel to your front sight, sort of tickling you.
F-fuck off, b-bitch

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>Her finger's so soft, and warm.. It feels like she uses moisturizer. The thought momentarily grosses you out, because so does Anon, but only on his right hand.
> The tip of her fingernail brushes against your trigger guard, the edge causing you a little pain.
Ahh, w-why is he letting this ha-
>She pulls your trigger quick and harsh, shocking you.
N-No!
>She pulls it over and over and over in a second's time, but you aren't going off.
>She didn't realize you had your safety flipped down. She makes a sort of pouty face, slight annoyance on her features... sorta.. 'cute', almost.
>She makes a clunky attempt at flipping down your safety, eventually using her left hand to do it, then takes her stance again.
No, I'm not like this, 'Geists aren't supposed to fire 'Geists! This is disgusting and wrong!
>You hitch as she pulls the trigger, slowly this time, millimeter by millimeter. You feel your trigger bar move against your sear, your hammer starting to react and move back in accordance. There's a certain pleasurable edge to it all, a tensioning, a build-up.
>This is it, you're going to be fired, for the first time ever. Your hammer is going to fall, your going to detonate the primer, the bullet is going to spin in your barrel and impact your target, you're going to extract the spent casing, eject it, and cha-
>She pulls further, you reach half-cock. You feel so warm, too warm, and you haven't even burned any powder yet.
>She squeezes a few more millimeters, your sear is almost there! That edge burns and burns, growing in intensity.
>You're close, too close to back out now, it's going to happen!
>You feel your hammer drop, every inch of your body working in perfect, god-given harmony to result in what's about to happen. It's the best feeling you've ever had in your life, all concentrated at the edge of your seer.

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>>31964057
>And then nothing.
>All those pleasurable feelings drop away like .45 LC at 100 yards.
>You feel a familiar fat hand on your slide, and you fill with frustration. You were THIS CLOSE!
>The flab on his stupid hand must have got between your hammer and firing pin!
>He flips your safety on and lets you hammer drop. It feels like you were on a game show and won a consolation prize, but instead of it being a vespa it's a burning bag full of dogshit.
>"I- S-" is all he says as the black girl looks at him. She's not angry, just confused. "Huh?" she says, leaving her shooting stance and turning to him.
>You find by the way she's lazily holding you, you're pointed right at Anon's dick. Not what you wanted on your mind seconds after... all that.
>He cringes and moves out of the way of your muzzle, and says "I- well- sort of wanted to shoot it. I never shot it see- yet, and"
>He trails off as she leans in, setting you down on a convenient shooting table.
>She leans into him, he looks down out of awkward habit, and then immediately straight up as he realizes her tits are down there.
>He backs up, trying desperately to avoid physical contact with her, his face about as red as it can get.
>"Why's that, white boy" she emphasizes the last two words, and runs her fingers along the line of buttons of his shirt. "It's just a lil' gun.. why don't you shoot me instead? I've got big" she pauses, pursing her lips ".45 bullets."
>He's walked backwards into a post, and can't escape as she presses against his chest.
>He says this next part quickly, it looks like he barely breathed through all of that "I'veneverfiredarealgunbefore"
>She takes pause, a look of hesitant confusion on her face, unsureness.
>Then she laughs, gently pushes off him, and walks away down the firing line back to her, what you would guess is, owner. She puts her hand to her head as she goes, chuckling softly.
>"Shiiet, I thought you said this guy was a good shooter 'Mort"

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>>31964116
>Anon stares at her as she goes, then goes to pick you up off the table. He drops your mag and ejects the round in your chamber, and looks you all over. He doesn't look un-satisfied, so you guess you're not scuffed.
Great, even further from being able to be fired.
>Anon looks over at the black girl and 'mort', you do too.
>What you see surprises you, she practically jumps on the man in the beanie- 'mort' - and embraces him, before turning into her weapon form. A Hi-point carbine.
Huh.
>You're not sure how to feel about how... vaguely... racist the rifle mother made this one, but uh, hey, whatever.
>Mort walks to the firing line with hi-point, and immediately starts firing.
>To Anon's credit, he doesn't drop you or flag himself, he just points you down range and uses his hamhocks that he calls shoulders to cover one of his ears, and he plugs his remaining ear with his finger.
>He looks about as frustrated with them as you feel, and nabs his ear pro from the range bag and slips it in.
>You get to watch Mort and the yet-unnamed hi-point while Anon does this.
>Their groupings are about minute-of-hillside, and it looks like neither one really knows how to shoot.
>She keeps pushing back against him as he.. pulls her trigger
>He's aiming down her sights wrong, shouldering her wrong, and firing way too fast.
Wow.
>They're sort of... terrible together.
>You laugh a little bit, and try to calm down from your earlier.. activities.
>Get that fucking flushed feeling to go away.
>You don't even HAVE cheeks right this second, what the fuck, God?
>Anon grasps you firmly, slots in your magazine, and points you down range.
>He breathes deep, and you can feel a certain.. excitement, in his palms, in his stance, and breathing.
>You feel it too, and feel a smile coming up.
>He racks your slide back with surprising speed.. of course your safety's still on, so now he's going to have to pull back your hammer to fire. Still, you give him an A for effort.

>>31963888
Nice trips! The PTR91 is my favorite rifle to shoot in terms of fun factor. Not what I'd take her into battle, but she somehow slips herself into every range trip without exception.

>>31963891
I'll keep you posted.

>>31963937
So is yours. At the beginning of Annie's story, I felt it was so good, it made me wish someone like you would do a G3 story. No one did, so i remember trying to do one myself. I remember calling it, "slinging my shit against the wall to see if anything sticks." Anyway, keep it up bud.

>>31963980
It would certainly look that way, huh.

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>>31964205
>What he does next surprises you a little, he drops your mag and sets it gently on the bench, and then inserts one of the empty 10-rounders, seating it gently inside you.
>You feel giddy, NOW you're going to fire!
>Your purpose, a large chunk of it anyway, is going to come to fruition. And with a man, too! A person!
>Of course that person is Anon, but if we all got what we wanted you'd be full auto and shoot red white and blue tracers, so, shit.
>Continuing that line of thinking, an irrevocable contract with the U.S. Government to have you as their service sidearm for the next 99 years would also be pretty cool..
>Reality pulls you out of your fantasy, and Anon shifts his grip on you, getting into what seems like a well practiced, but very little experienced, stance.
>You feel warm again.. but maybe it's just Anon's body heat.
Heh. Hah... ah.
>You let out a tiny laugh, forced as hell.
>You're tense. That's all. You're about to be fired, that's a tense situation for a young girl like you.
>Gotta calm down. Get in the zone.
>He puts his support hand on you, and rubs the crest on your grip with his wide thumb.
>If you weren't a bar of steel right now, you'd have jumped at that.
Fucking asshole, stop playing with me and just shoot..
>He lifts you up to his sight line, keeps you still, and flicks your safety lever up with a DOWNFLICK of his thumb, holy shit.
>Chills, tingling.
where the fuck did he learn that.. I'm not a f-fucking 1911
>He breathes in, slowly, deeply. You try to take inspiration from that, and feel the phantom sensation of exhalation rise up from within you.
>In.. Out. Calm.
>He pauses, his aim steady, way steadier than you would think he was capable of, that he would actually.. care to be.

>>31964274
Well, different rifle for a different man. I wanted to turn the roles around somewhat, and thought "Heyy... what about a damn AT rifle"

And then it just moved from there. Sadly, I wanted to keep to just anon and one rifle after the harem story, but that just didn't happen...

Anyway, that is like the highest praise saying you were inspired by me. I mean if i made you write that, I'm happy

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>>31964317
>Must be all the weight, hard to shift in the wind if you're pushing three hund-
>He moves his finger from where it was sitting on your frame, to inside your trigger guard, in the blink of an eye. No snags, like with the black 'geist bitch who pulled your trigger like you were a bottle of windex.
>He slowly pulls it into position on your trigger.
>You feel self-conscious again at the fact that it's made of Polymer.
>Every gun has something she wants to change about herself, though, you guess.
>His large, fat finger envelopes your trigger like a down blanket, warm and soft.
>He slowly increase the pressure until you feel movement, and you smile at the start of that slow, steady build-up of sensation happens again. Better this time, because you don't have that walking stereotype as a distraction!
>The soft downy blanket feeling gives way to the firmness of his finger muscle pressing steadily into you.
>You think it's a finger muscle anyway. Maybe it's bone? You don't fucking know, you're a pistol, not a goddamn scalpel.
>Further, further.. but slowly. Slooowly. Everything is engaging everything, and it feels wonderful!
>You hope he tries rapid fire after this! You're a strong girl, you can take it.
>Your hammer travels back every so slowly, steadily, rhythmically incremental.
>Your half-cock engages, and you feel it build again!
>Sooooonnnn, almost there
>Anon presses it further, you feel your hammer slip off and past the sear, it's amazing... until it's not.
"Click"
>Dud round
Fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkk

I'M NOT A SAFE QUEEN GODDAMNIT, SOMEBODY SHOOOOT MMMEEEE!

>As you're screaming internally, Anon drops your mag and cycles the dud round out of you. He chuckles, and you hear him say "Oh-Em-Gee, I hate federal now." and start the process all over again.

>>31964317
>Continuing that line of thinking, an irrevocable contract with the U.S. Government to have you as their service sidearm for the next 99 years would also be pretty cool..
>Reality pulls you out of your fantasy,

BERETTA BTFO
HOW WILL THEY EVER RECOVER

>>31964008
Defcon 1 is the highest defcon setting. It goes from 5 being lowest to 1 being the nukes are flying we're all fuck dead

>>31964347
Believe it or not, your story alone did.
Mine was to be originally the same way. I wrote it right up until the -now- non-canon ending, but before I posted it, all of /wfg/ lost their shit. I was writing by the seat of my pants up until that point. At which point, my reaction was, "Fuuuuck... now I need to actually write a story?!" I'm glad I stuck with it though.
I must say, your story did make me care for and enjoy a rifle I previously was indifferent to. You convinced me to care about something from nothing. I want you to think about that. That's what inspired me.

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>>31963835
This was fine. I enjoyed it.

More soon pls.

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>>31964384
BLUE BEANED!

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>>31964384
>The range trip went okay.
>Anon shot surprisingly well, not that you were in a state to notice it while he was doing it.
>For you, that felt preeeettty amazing.
>You're a full fledged waffengeist now, more or less.
>You and Anon probably burned through 150 rounds, and it left you hot and worn out. The good kind though, where you can just lay there and bask in it.
>Mort made Anon shoot that hi-point asshole.
I'm not jealous, I just think she's a stupid gun, that's all.
>I fell asleep after that, woke up in the car next to the hi-point, also taking a nap it seemed, while our men were in some sort of diner.
>You were having a little bit of trouble getting to sleep, her being right next to you didn't help, so you just stayed up and looked out of the hatch back window at the stars. Half way through their meal, the hi-point transformed into her 'geist form and pulled a bunch of stuff lying next to her, yourself included, into a vague hug-pillow shape and went back to sleep that way. Fucking Nasty.
>The thing is.. it was kinda warm, so you ended up falling asleep too. 'Woke up later that night in Anon's room, him asleep on the bed.
>For the first time in a long time, you weren't immediately filled with disgust at finding yourself back here.
>It was actually sort of.. Comfy.
>At least until all your endorphins wore off

>>31964455
>Mort made Anon shoot that hi-point

KEKED
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>>31964422
I know Anon, the idea is that she went from as serious as she could possibly be, Defcon 1, all the way down to Defcon 11, 6 points past the lowest setting.

Meaning that she went from shocked because she thought her new owner was getting fitted for a 49 XL body bag, to realizing he was totally fucking fine and that she got emotional and adrenaline'd for nothing.

>>31964475
shit i read it wrong. thanks for the clarification

>>31964424
Well, I'll be damned...
I'm just happy people like it, that's all. It's helping myself too. I'll keep on it. Not tonight maybe, but I'll be around

>>31964014
day 95
Apparently they took the hidden base...
At a high cost at least the lives of 500 internal operators and 600 private mercs from outside.. Looks like they will be ordering a lot of new boys from Monsanto.... Ah the tank born creed our lives never ends because we never end. That is of course assuming your product line isn't replaced or discontinued...
Any how
Marc says the tech geeks are dissecting the rouge AI system, apparently they were amazed that a basic Boston dynamics security AI from back then could run at such a high capacity even manufacturing new bots.
They think that what ever the xeno computer virus did to hijack the security system must have given it some additional information.
I can already imagine the owner of our corporation grinning ear to ear. Anything from the war sells for a lot, especially xeno equipment but software.. that's a whole new realm...

Even with his own suicide he will manage to disappoint everyone. A supporter of the 2nd amendment through and through, he contributes to it's decay as he raises the revolver to his head and pulls the trigger.

>>31964631
Short and powerful. Remember lads, Spite is a perfectly good reason to live.

>>31964631
Fucking hell, I can't write two sentences without a fucking typo

its*

Also, his own suicide is redundant, I should have just said his suicide or something else.

>>31964622
day 25 continued
Figure me colored, they hold god damn funerals for us fucking tank borns.. Now that is something new....
Generally we end up striped of usable parts and organs and put in a fermentation heap to make compost.
Apparently there is a grave for joe... I'm going to go visit it..
Generally for us tank borns death is a fairly informal affair, tossed aside like a discarded orange peel..
But this place actually goes through the effort to make funerals for every one.
The whole 9 yards casket embalming, flowers, you name it..
Dang , I don't know how I feel about this . Its odd being valued so much...
Its completely illogical but once again I cant complain about our kind benefactors... God if you exist thank you for letting me live in this reality... I know I have it better off then probably 99 percent of tank borns.. Between the straight up sadist and the ever grinding wars, that just need another body this existence isn't too bad.

>>31964655
whoops day 95

>>31964466
BLACKED, staring Anon who gets bullied into sex by a tall black carbine while Emily's away at the snapcap factory

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>>31964738

>>31964655
day 96.
I visited joes grave... It was a simple one of black marble. Mabey 12 inches wide by 7 inches tall. It had his production date and his death as well as a barcode that shared a short message about him..
It was surrounded by the 500 other people who had lost their lives in the fight... apparently this was one of the highest personal losses to the organization in its recent history...
That aside I'm still not one hundred percent alright after the surgery.
I still fumble around a bit like a drunk but no spasms.. Docs say I'm a making an astounding recovery.
Also mark gave me a gift... An old combat suit and matching exoskeleton, it has the words rip and tear emblazoned upon its left arm which has a 4 foot long plasma cutter, and claws... The right says steady aim and has a 7mm rail gun mounted to it... This thing is pretty basic it has a carbon nanotube space frame that is very angular in appearance and has a shit ton of scratches. when entered the chest section has a locking mechanism that binds my suit to the exoskeleton.
It has armor plating on both arms that appears to have been taken off the ablative hull of a space ship. The suit its self is standard ceramic composite hard tiles mixed with a high tenacity fabric..
The helmets an old model some k-5 nueral interface. Its grey color has tons of scratches on it...
Now if I didn't look it over carefully I wouldn't have noticed it but in the left side there was a slight depression in the helmet almost like something blew through it..
When held up to the light, there was a slight color difference in the reflection...
It seemed to be a carbon nanotube based injection fill.

Now I'm not sure if this was intentional or not but did mark try to cover up that the last guy wearing this died.. Makes no sense to give me the dead guys old helmet, when a new one could be produced on the cheap..
I mean sure the rig has is old and pretty unique , but still, also the suit is a perfect fit.

>>31964769
day 97
so me and bill are back together... He lost both arms now..... Dear god I leave that bastard alone for a second and he is off losing limbs..
Other wise he is no worse for the wear... I asked him how he was holding up, he gave me a rather Stop correcting "chipper" "never better". I figure its not in anyone's interest to dig any further.
So mark says that we are being reassigned to the chemical warfare and special operations division....
Now sure shipping and handling of toxic waste and dangerous chemicals might not be the most exciting work but its safe...
well safe might not be the right words, but there is some sense of safety that comes with a non combat job.... But god fucking damn do I love combat...
I am not sure how well Selvia will respond to it but hell I'm hyped and ready to go..

>>31964799
day 98
It went over surprisingly well with selvia. I have started a secret project for her.... I got knitting plans for a little wool hat that can cover her ears.. Sure we are in the middle of a fucking desert but its the thought that counts right... And god damn knitting is a whole hell of a lot harder then shooting shit...
Also I have taken to wearing a lot of the bracelets she made for me on my arm along with her good luck charm.

>>31964868
Day 99
Well knitting is harder then I thought it would be this two hour project is most likely going to last 5 days due to my ineptitude..
So Me and Selvia have been getting used to living together again.
she has been signing while she cooks. I don't know the words she is saying but they sound happy... along with the way she wags her tail, god damn she is adorable...
Any ways mark says we will be getting a briefing tomorrow.. looks like we have a good old find the McGuffin event going on...

>>31964769
>'rip and tear' emblazoned upon its left arm
If combat suits/powered exoskeletons/power armor ever becomes a real thing that civilians can somehow get, there's no way I can't put that on the side.

>>31964883
Day 100
Well god damn I have made it past the expiration point of most of my cohorts, 100 fucking days... What can I say the rates of attrition are high when talented manpower is just a click and gene tank away...
Now this isn't due to a short designed life span rather the fact that we are just used disposably. but oddly enough I haven't felt disposable here. I have had a sense of purpose and fulfilment ...
Oh yeah anyway our mission is to find some lost bio weapons... apparently some ship crashed into some mountains near by due to an "unexplained anomaly". Now that is code word for anything from the pilot snorting cocaine off a hookers ass while the co pilot, shoots up heroine and they crash,
too the more insidious sabotage and piracy.
Apparently the weapon isn't meant to kill humans but rather crops. You drop it on an agrarian crop world and boom you knock out your opponents food source..
Apparently this is a new strain and the people who lost it are willing to give us a ton of schematics for exotic tech...
All I can say is lets hope the containers intact..

>>31964931
day 101
So before we boarded the shuttle I hopped into the suit.
Despite weighing nearly 800 pounds its pretty quick on its feet. Who ever had this before valued mobility over all else, its also got a pretty cool fuel source a ZPEM ( zero point energy modual) now no one has fucking known how to make one of these in at least 200 years..

This was one of those bits of tech that popped up and fucking vanished over night...
There are a ton of conspiracy theories about starship anti matter fuel companies killing it, but that doesn't matter.
What matters is that this old fucking exoskeleton has it.
Does mark even know about that. He has to there is no way he would give this to me without knowing about that... I mean that's pretty much the top line of tech..
Any way this suit is insane, I can do the 100 meter sprint in 6 seconds from a dead stop...
The hard part is stoping even with the reaction jets to slow me down its hard to come to a stop. Not to mention you get slammed around quite a bit... That's something they always leave out of the movies and animes, good old fashioned g-force and momentum.

Any who me and bill are loaded up and ready to go along with mark.
Bill is wearing a standard type 5 full encapsulation power armor... its ceramic plates and is similar in appearance to German gothic armor until you reach the helmet which fully encapsulates his head asides from the 8 large optics you can see and a bunch of smaller ones..
mark is wearing the suit he wore last time... doubt he ever takes that thing off every time I see him he is wearing it...

>>31964981
>zero point energy module

Ahh... a good reminder of the show that made me lust for a P90.

>Sat down to do some more writing
>Stretch my back
>Pull something in my back
>Too in pain to write now

A++

>>31965278
Well, fuck. That's some shit right there. A warm bath and an electric pillow usually sets my back straight after a day of fuckery.

>>31965278
STOP DYING

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It's time again for /wfg/s etiquette class.
Remember to never leave a lady you know unattended, except with permission.

http://pastebin.com/u/Red_Flame_Lilly

>>31965575
My mistake, that is the wrong link but it will still get you there. I will still make all your lives easier.
http://pastebin.com/FtwBSkxz

>>31965586
Man, this one keeps getting better and better. Keep it up dude!

Alright, here's more of the Stalker Challenge story, it's also the end of part 2


Another search of the guardhouse revealed nothing but more dust. “Ok, I don't think it should too far of a walk to the main area of the camp” I said, pulling out the satellite maps I printed out. “We are here, and the main camp is here. Across that bridge.” I continued, pointing at the map.

“Yeah, looks like a little over one kilometer to the bridge, and about half that after.” Katya agreed, looking over towards the path that headed deeper into the woods.

“Well, we've got about seven or eight hours of sunlight left. So want to get going? Or check around here some more?” I asked Katya, who was busy looking over the maps.

“Let's go, let's go, c'mon!” she quickly answered, almost tearing the delicate paper in her haste to get moving.

>>31965785

“Alright then, but ya gotta keep up!” I said, throwing on my pack over the web gear and taking off down the trail. I made it about a hundred meters before I was tackled from behind. I hit the ground hard, the corner of my entrenching tool biting into my hip. “ahh, shit” I said rolling onto my back.

The startled waffegeist scrambled up onto me. “Anonnn!” Katya all but yelled as she straddled me “sorrysorrysorrysorry”

“ahhh, it's ok” I said, placing my hand on top of her head and ruffled her hair. “You didn't mean to hurt me” Her ears perked up at that, then she quickly relaxed back into a state of pure contentment, as I continued.

I moved my hand over to stroke just behind her feline ears and she let out a little moan “Mmm~ Anon, you know that makes me…~”

“Makes you what?” I said, removing my hand and raising myself up on my elbows

“Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean” Katya replied, pushing me back down and leaning in for a deep kiss.

“But” she said, our lips separating for just a moment “This is neither the time, nor place for such things” Katya continued as she got up. “You're gonna have to wait a bit for that” she extended a hand to help me up.

“Shall we?” I asked, sliding my arm around her waist

“Let's” Katya replied, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

And here's the pastebin link http://pastebin.com/XMwLGgxC

>>31965575
Well if leaving her side is bad manners, he's going to crush her heart explaining that...

Also, interrogations are over an I'm omw home. No writing today though, maybe tomorrow. Sorry for the delay

>>31965795
You doing better fluffy?

>>31965798
Yeah, a bit. Kinda beaten up, but I have some help for a few days

>>31965805
That's good that you've got some help

>>31965805
Help's always good.

Glad you're doing better.

Losing steam on writing, had to add water and coal.
Serial-1, signing on.

Everything seems to be a blur when you come back to consciousness, as if you are in a watercolour painting. There are figures moving about, but you cannot make out their faces. All attempts to right yourself up is futile as your arms seem to be bound behind you and your legs are fastened together.

An individual with what you assume to be long hair stands over you, as if to observe your condition.

>"Hey, looks like he's up. You alright?"
The individual speaks up, verifying your thoughts that she is indeed female.

>Yeah, a person would be okay after getting beat up like that, no?

No reply can be heard from her. The man in the button-up shirt comes over in front of you, taking over her place.

>"Well, I didn't expect to find other 'geists around here aside from us. Why are you here? Who do you work for?"

>Come on, couldn't you at least prop me upright before asking me anything?

>"Uh, yeah, of course, sorry."

He isn't really the assertive, "in-charge" type you would expect to be head honcho of anything, but here we are. You are expecting too much for a /k/ommando.

>"Better?"

You just give him a slight nod.
>I am just a regular citizen, and unless you are asking for my day job, I work for nobody.

>You have a HK USP Compact nine-millimeter and a helicopter with multiple bullet holes on it. I may be an idiot, but don't tell me you are not on the payroll of any of the spook agencies. Who do you work for? CIA? MI6? Moscow? Beijing? Answer me!"

This man is a little bit off the rockers, to say. A bit too paranoid for such a relatively normal looking guy.

>reposting casefile 6 start

One month later...

"Cyka! Cyka Blyat!" Chris shouted, cupping her hands to her mouth. The Russian obscenity echoed between the trees.

The sound of a baying hound was her answer, and she grumbled as she jogged in its general direction.

"Cyka! Come on, you little bastard, get over here! Because if you force me to leg it all the way over to you I swear to God I'm giving you a bath when we get home!"

The hound kept baying and howling, the sounds getting louder until she finally happened upon the source. A beagle bouncing and prancing around a hole in the forest floor, howling and barking at whatever poor creature was cowering inside.

"Cyka! You little bastard!"

The beagle stopped and sat down on its haunches, looking straight at Chris. Its ears drooped a bit and the little dog started to whine.

Chris scowled, but as hard as she tried, she couldn't stay angry at the dog, staring at her with its big, sad eyes. So, instead of venting her frustrations through yelling, she snapped her fingers tersely by her side, and the dog bounded over. She reattached the leash in her hand to the collar around its neck, and lead it back to the marked hiking trail.

"That's the last time I let you off the leash out here," she said in a scolding way. But the little dog seemed to pay little attention to her words as it bounded around her, pulling on the leash, and attempting to wrap it around her legs. She struggled with Cyka every step of the way, all the way back to the car, where Dave was waiting.

He was leaning against the hood, watching her with a shit-eating grin.

"What are you looking at, faggot?"

Dave chuckled and shoot his head. "Nothing. Had fun on the walk?"

"I am never letting this little shit off his leash ever again."

"I told you not to."

"Yeah? Well I told you-"

The little hound interrupted her by pulling on its leash and baying loudly, in the direction of a family having a picnic.

>>31966143
Chris wasn't having any of it. She picked the unruly Cyka up off the ground and tossed him in the backseat of the car, shutting the door before it could slip out and escape. The dog got up on its hind legs and scratched at the window, but its howls were muffled through the glass. She glared daggers at the dog, but that trick no longer seemed to work as it kept howling.

Dave chuckled again and came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. "Remember what we talked about?"

"Yeah, yeah, I fucking know..."

"You need to relax. That's the whole point of this trip, so we can blow off steam. Alright? So can you relax for me, please?"

Chris took a deep breath and let it out slowly, closing her eyes. She leaned back into him slightly. "Alright," she said, taking another deep breath, "alright... I'll... calm myself."

"Thank you." He kissed the top of her head and held her close for a couple of minutes, enough time for the dog to have calmed down as well.

After a couple of minutes of standing there, Dave relaxed his arms and allowed her to turn around to face him. She smiled at him, the anger and annoyance gone from her expression.

"Let's get back on the road, shall we?" said Dave, punctuating with a short kiss on her forehead.

She nodded and made her way around the car, over to the passenger's side, and took her seat inside. Dave followed suit and started up the car. They had traded down from the Hummer to a hatchback sedan, but it afforded them similar storage space without guzzling up as much gas.

Cyka jumped up on the center console, and into Chris's lap. She smirked and scratched him behind his ears, which caused his eyes to go half-lidded and made his tongue loll out of his open mouth, while one of his back legs twitched ever-so-slightly.

Dave pulled the sedan out of the rest stop's parking area, reaching over to quickly pet the doggo's little head before focusing completely on the road, and the drive ahead. Georgia was still a ways off.

>>31966131
>Aw, come on. We both know that's bullshit. I'm just a regular citizen of this country!
, you balk out.

>"Lies! You government types like to meddle with everything! International affairs, individual rights, even the affairs of waffegeists!

You just roll your eyes, not knowing anything more on how to deal with this crap. He babbles on and on about some shit. It's just a matter of hoping that this wouldn't go on any longer...

>"Well, looks like I missed half the party. What do we have here?"

...well, seems like it's just the beginning.

Bill raises the frame of his aviators, moving aside his 'geist form's braided hair in the process, as if to take a better look at the man interrogating you.

>"Oh yeah. Mark Andrews, 27 years of age, College undergraduate. Didn't pursue and ended up getting employed in a Cabela's in Sibley, Iowa. Frequently visits several conspiracy websites with multiple identities, notorious 4chan tripcode-user."

His jaw sagged, displaying his surprise and disbelief that this is actually happening.

Bill then points out at the female individual who stood beside "Mark".

>"Natalie Peterson, 28, nurse at a small-town hospital in Oregon. Lives in a Ford Festiva with a safe bolted on in the trunk. Owns 21 guns, along with a waffegeist Desert Eagle. Said gun is the only one left in the aftermath of a car break-in. Posted it all in 4chan and was met with incessant comments questioning her actual gender."

>>31966573
>"How zhe...how does he..."
A man spoke up from the corner with a distinguished accent.

Bill turns his face to him as if to tell him his fate.

>"Hans Stein. German citizen. Bragged about an STG-44 online which, luckily, promptly got deleted by a mod. Lucky bastard."

He then looks over to the seven Chinese soldiers, staring at one of them. The one who pointed the QBZ at his officer.

>"Zhang Wang Xu, Chinese reservist and notorious 50 center. Overtly patriotic and spams on 4chan like clockwork. Volunteered to get deployed here first. Seriously, fuck you. I browse the site at work for the humor, not another set of technical data on the WU-14. It broke up as it attempted to destroy the USS Ford, and the ship was broken down in the Pacific and not even running. Get fucking good."

Bill tugs on his loose windbreaker's collar before he lets his hands settle on the belt loops of his khaki cargo skirt.

The barn is so silent that you could hear a rat take a piss on a sponge.

You cannot believe that there could be such a concentration of /k/ users inside a single building of multiple nationalities, motives, and purposes.

And in the middle of a war, nonetheless.

4chan does really bring people together, just like that banner with /o/ and /n/.

>>31966596
>Bill tugs on his loose windbreaker's collar before he lets his hands settle on the belt loops of his khaki cargo skirt.
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Does /wfg/ have some kind of prize or whatever? Like, a internet penis size enchantment prize. Or is that incredibly gay?

>>31965795
>>31965805
Glad to have you back lassie, I'll be wrapping up the M60A2 Starship today. Stay safe

>>31966737
the prize is unlimited boipussy

>>31966744
>boi

Y tho. I mean there is at least two girls in here

>>31966760
>implying you'd get within 50 meters without getting your dick shot off

settle for traps nigger

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>>31966760
>Here lies Anonymous: He Never Scored.

>>31966760
>quietly preparing

>>31965586
>For a girl who acts all proper once you get her going her poshness just falls apart
That seems to be a common theme in the Victorian era. They were freaks behind closed doors.

>>31966760
>at least two girls
Kek. Good luck is all I'll say there. Better chances at boipussy.

>>31966760
I can already tell you that ain't happening.

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>>31966760
like Archive said you'll have better luck with boipussy
>pic related

>>31966770
>>31966775
>>31966789
>>31966882
>>31966919
>>31966933
>>31966936

uhm, i'm kinda new in here and what is implied here?

not the guy you are replying to btw

>>31966770
>>31966919
>>31966936
You could settle for thread homosexuality, or you could go for real life actual pussy.
Don't settle for degeneracy.

>>31966952
shidd, wasnt supposed to namefag there.

But i only really read the stories, so "lore-wise" i am kinda new. Are they dangerous or what?

>>31966952
One of the girls is an actual muscular amazon that could crush your head between her thighs, and the other has beaten the shit out of a man attempting to steal her raifu.

>>31966952
The long and short of it is that they'll kill you if we don't.

>>31966970
I see nothing wrong with either of these situations.
Wouldn't steal anyone's raifu and wouldn't be disappointed to be some muscular amazon's bitch.
And if I die trying, well at least it was a good run.

>>31966962
We're protective. But they can be dangerous.

>>31966760
Take about 20% off there squirrely dan.

>>31965080
yep star gate sg1...

>>31966952
>>31966962
No worries brother, but yeah, the women of Wfg aren't to be fucked with.

>>31966961
>don't settle for degeneracy.
Where do you think you are right now?

>>31967208
shush don't startle the new fag... they scare easily.. apparently he doesn't know the local memes...

>>31967220
We only have two ways to get in here.

First is that you actually bask in it's contents, and the other is shock treatment.

>>31964981
day 101 continued
So we in our little puddle jumper of a shuttle get to the mountain range in a little over 4 hours...

Altitude of the crash 10k meters the mountain reaches a top height of 20k meters.
These are huge ass mountains. Luckily the incline isn't to steep but still one wrong move your going to have a bad time..

So mark deployed his drones , to cover the wreck site considering it covered roughly 2 square kilometers... so most of our time was spent passing the time..
That's till the drones started going down...
We caught a glimpse of the jerkwads who were taking them down.

They wore red armor and had gold trim...
They are most likely a local mercenary group.
Now we estimate that there is probably 10 people plus transport vs the three of us and our shuttle. I like those odds so out the hatch we go..

>>31967277
day 102.
We crushed them....figuratively and literally I took up an over watch position on a part of the wreck over seeing mark and bill. I stabilized the exoskeletons right arm cannon in a reclined position balanced on the knee joint.
Now this rail gun fires a 500grain tungsten slug at around 7000fps.
when I saw the first guy pop around the corner with his gun raised I pulled the trigger...
I could hear a high pitched whine of the capacitors charging up. Then whomp.
The round was sent down range.
This guy didn't stand a fucking chance. To say he exploded like a blood sausage would be the under statement of the millennium.
Imagine an old T72 cooking off, with its turret popping off and hatches blowing open.

Now apply that to a person in an armored suit...

>>31967303

Chunky salsa!

>>31967220
>new fag
Nope
Just never liked the faggotry memes.

>>31967052
That's my anon willing to risk his life to be beaten by women. WFG I think we have an abuse issue we need to talk about.

>>31967433
Meh I always found them amusing but then again most of my humor is self depreciating .

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>>31965575
>>31965586
>"It was such a wonderful land Rhodesia was."
>"Oo! Do you think one day we could take an airplane to there? I really do want to see the land again in all of its glory"

>>31967553
Now that Trump has won, it's proven that anything is possible.

Rhodesia will rise again.

>>31967303
day 102 continued

So after I over pressured that guy , an alarm goes off in my suit and before I know it suit leaped into the air and activated the thrusters to reduce my velocity...

Now apparently the primitive protection system can detect laser designation.
What it cant do is detect fall height.
So I fell 60 plus feet. on the plus side I didn't get turned into a charcoal briquette by the HEAT MP round.
Damn near chipped my teeth from the impact.
Mark and bill were probably only 100 feet away and the 9 remaining foes were 200 feet away .

I decided to test the rip and tear function with the plasma cutter.
I covered the distance is seconds flat.
The local strong arm group gave little resistance.
I mean a 1000 pound exoskeleton monster running at you at close to 60 mph with jump jets and a 3 foot long plasma cutter..
They didn't stand a chance, after I took down the first 3 guys the remaining mercs surrendered,
so we took them into custody we will probably drop them off at the nearest city..

Any who after that short interruption bill found the case we were looking for with the crop destroying virus in it.. the seals were uncompromised and the container looks fine.
No worries.

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>>31967553
umm anon I'm not sure how to explain this to you.... Rhodesia, It doesn't exist anymore.

>>31967628
not sure how to explain this to you, but don't sneeze when you piss

>>31967628

----> the joke


>you

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>>31967435
>abuse issue
Pic related

>willing to risk my life to be beaten by women
damn straight, I accept tactical headpats and 7.62x54r as valid forms of wages.
And after a hard day's work, I can get beaten by my 91/30 for choosing the headpats over ammo.

>>31967701
Welp
FUCK YOU TOO MS PAINT

>>31967701
ex anon was never noticed by sempia.
Anon is willing to be beaten by sempia if it means they get noticed....

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>chap 2 of construct storie

http://pastebin.com/u25kJLGd

>>31967701
anime wiafu abuses you by making you hold hands with another girl...

>>31967825
if we are speaking about waifu abuse, i think annie is kinda in the led as of now

>>31967750
I mean it solves the original problem doesn't it?
>>31967825
Sounds like a really cruel mistress
>I'm okay with this.

>all this drinking and sexual tension in here
im surprised none of you have tried to hook up