/wfg/ - Writefag General - "Comfy in Chernobyl" Edition

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>>31971024

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

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

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

Guard
http://pastebin.com/FsAxH8e2

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

Anons
http://pastebin.com/CPUdepLW

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

Red flame Lilly (ongoing)
http://pastebin.com/u/Red_Flame_Lilly

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

http://pastebin.com/UNyH03x2

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

Vepr 12
Hotline Waffegeist series (ongoing)(updated)
http://pastebin.com/u/Vepr12

construct
http://pastebin.com/ReY90Yxk

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

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>>31971037

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/9UmqrmuC

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

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

Lever Gat Fag
Heirloom rifle (ongoing)
http://pastebin.com/gFjLFfKR

the /k/afe (varius)(ongoing)
http://pastebin.com/sTAHndn5

556X51 stuff
http://pastebin.com/u/556x51NATO

Ak 4OR (ongoing)
http://pastebin.com/MQQyKaf3

Tacticalchucks (ongoing)
Chucks and Erica
Down the Road, Over the River
http://pastebin.com/u/Kolt1911

A. Shephard
Small zone of confort
http://pastebin.com/zTWiNURJ

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

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

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

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

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

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>>31971051

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]

Happy writefagging, and Happy Veterans Day.

Can I have a rundown of every writer's country of origin/timezone? Keep it as broad and minimal as possible to avoid doxxing.

>>31971037
>>31971051
Heads up mate, those two pictures you posted with the stuff about the first part of ATannie story are now in pastebin format, I don't think we need them anymore.

>reposting again for new thread, gotta actually continue this shit

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.

>>31971110
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.

>>31971110
dude, is on the folder alredy

>>31971122
Another day and a half of driving soon followed, with Chris switching out with Dave halfway through, and a couple of stops to stretch their legs. By noon of the next day, they were pulling into the parking lot of a hotel in the midst of a city.

Dave hopped out of the car and went down to the front desk to check in, and brought back a trolley to load their luggage on top of. Chris held their beagle in her arms, petting his little head and scratching behind his ears while Dave struggled with their bags.

"So, what kind of room did you book for us?"

He fished a card key out of his pocket and tossed it to her. "I got us the honeymoon suite," he said as he went back to hefting bags.

"The what now?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

He put the last bag on top of the trolley and scratched the back of his head. "Well... there was a special deal for newlyweds being advertised on their website... so, I uh..."

"So you said that we were married."

"That's... the gist of it, yeah..." It was starting to dawn upon him that he quite possibly made a mistake. "I can go... see if I can switch it around... if you..."

"No, no, it's fine," she said with a smirk. "It's just amazing how fast you move a relationship along. You're already telling people we're married and we haven't even boned yet."

He cleared his throat and chuckled nervously.

"Come on, let's get to up to the room. Maybe we'll see about rectifying that," she said with a sly smirk.

Even pushing a trolley loaded down with suspiciously heavy duffel bags, he managed to beat her to the elevators.

>>31971051
>My story labeled under "trash" on the paste
O-Oh, okay..

>>31971105
USA, PST

>>31971105
Florida

>>31971105
USA, CST

I plan on starting something up sometime soon, so I'll put my time down; USA, EST.
As for what I'm gonna try to write, I liked the whole 'Rugers being vampires' thing, so I'm thinking of doing something along that path.
Would there be any interest?

>>31971105
CST

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>>31971024
>Writefag General - "Comfy in Chernobyl"

This makes me feel incredibly honored, thank you!

>>31971105
USA PST

>>31971270
>spoopy vampire rugers that only like shooting at night
>"Anon, why can't you hit anything?"
>you can't tell her it's because she makes you fire late at night
>also you can't enjoy garlic bread anymore
>fuck

Yes please.

>>31971373
>also you can't enjoy garlic bread
Oh fuck.
I might decide to change a few things in the standard vampire mythos, I don't I could enjoy most of the food I like without garlic.

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allright guys you know the drill i'll bump thread with updates of the writefags im keeping tabs on
>within the hour the last parts of shep's storie will be binned within the hour
>autist stories
>after Archive and i make a repart on the anons

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>mfw im food drunk off free olive garden, pie 5, 3 free coffees, and a free truffle

Thank me for my cervix. Tantal comic here soon. [Redacted] Comic here soon

>>31971105
JT is CEST, which also is GMT+1, I know that much

What is this for btw?

>>31971574
Thanks Guard's cervix

>>31971574
Thank you Guard's cervix.

>>31971589
Nothing really, just something I want to know.
I'm actually in PHT.

>>31971574
dank you 4 your cervix

>>31971574
Fanks fer yer cervix

>>31971637
>just something I want to know.
NSA CONFIRMED
ABORT ABORT ABORT

>>31971744
no bby i swear

>>31971463
So going with the "is a vampire but lore has been exaggerate" thing?

Like she doesn't die in the sun, just gets a really severe sunburn/tan.

They just really don't like the taste of garlic

Vampires can cross water, just not good swimmers

A vampire CAN enter your house without permission, but most are too polite to do so

And the best:

A stake though the heart kills them because it's a fucking stake through the heart.

>>31971801
That was more of what I was going for, and granted, there would also need to be a few changes past that once the waffegeists qualities are taken into consideration.

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>>31971801
>Like she doesn't die in the sun, just gets a really severe sunburn/tan.
>other tonned down vampire tropes

I'M ON TO YOU

>>31971833
What, doesn't like garlic, so no Italian ammunition?

>>31971884
No greek surplus

I guess I get inspired too easily by songs to write, but it always turns out feelsy.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5wota5vQCU

Makes me imagine a short story between an owner and his now broken gun.

But I don't have the creative energy anymore, so I figure I'd just post the rough idea.

>>31971918
>>31971884
>Jams consistently on Fiochhi 9mm

What emotions inspire you to write, /wfg/?

>>31971884
>>31971918
>>31971977
Something like that, I've still got to look up more stuff so that I'm not making the mistake of spewing incorrect terms or facts, explaining or talking about guns is always hard for me, but I know what to do when one is in my hands.
Was always taught proper operation, never really taught terms.

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>>31971574
Thanks for your cervix, Guard.

JT, It's good to hear you're doing a bit better. Hang tough, Fluff.

Construct, I put her on layaway tonight. Should finish paying her off in a couple of mouths. I would normally buy outright, but I wasn't planning to buy anything tonight with an AR on the way. Such is life as a /k/ommando. She'll fit right in with my GI 1911. Hopefully, the two won't fight. If they do, I'll find an M1917 to put them both in their place.

Depending on how I'm doing tonight, y'all may get an update for Light My Fire, y'all might not. I burned up 90 minutes at the LGS today playing Devil's Advocate.

>>31972036
Sadness. Wish fulfillment. Sometimes a particular song, like I posted earlier.

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A Small Zone of Comfort

Part 9 - Rooftop Rendezvous

The man in the green suit jumps at you clumsily, as if to make up for the mistake of waking you. The only thing ready in his hands is a knife. Having no time to adjust your position or swing your rifle up from the waist, you kick desperately as you try to roll.

Your foot connects with his arm, the surprise of which makes him drop the knife as it scatters over the ledge. But his momentum finishes carrying him into you; landing him in a now twisted pile with you. He tries to kick you, but his legs are poorly positioned in this dogpile. You swing your right arm and land a hit on him somewhere, causing him to roll off. But not before he manages to rip away the weapon that was lying between you two.

You realize with horror that it’s still loaded. You scramble in the opposite direction, towards your pack that has your pistol lying on it. He clumsily readies the rife, but before he can even aim it a loud scream enters your ears.

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>>31972122

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” she wails, Lucy suddenly being in the man’s arms.

You don’t understand, and by the loosened grip of the man, neither does he. Lucky for you, you’ve been a bit hardened to ridiculous phenomena these last couple of weeks, and use the brief pause to reach for the pistol, turning around with it.

“Lucy!” you command

But she doesn’t react, seemingly traumatized. The man too, has come to his senses. You now recognize him as Rusty from yesterday.

He kicks Lucy from behind, lunging her in your direction while she falls to the ground.. Meanwhile he scrambles back, trying to find the rifle that is no longer there.

You use the opportunity and put a trio of round in the center of his body, the dark red spots appearing in stark contrast with the green of his suit. He stumbles back and loses his balance, falling off the ledge. A sickening crunch is heard moments later.

But that’s not what's on your mind right now.

The sobbing woman, who continues to lay face down on the roof.

You approach her, slowly, as you holster your pistol.

“Lucy?” you call out, only to be responded to by more sobbing.

“Hey, it’s okay. He’s, uh,” You look over the edge, noting the corpse sprawled bellow, “gone now.”

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>>31972127

Your hand now resting on her shoulder. She flinches, but seemingly has no strength to protest.. You grab her, with little resistance, and try to prop her up.

The best you can manage is lean her against the wall, as she buries her head in her arms. This is a little too familiar, you mentally note.

You squat right before her, hand still on her shoulder.

“You saved my life again, you know. I’m not sure how you’re always there in the nick of time, but I owe you another one.”

Her sobbing lessens, but she refused to poke her head up.

She’s now mumbling.

‘I almost killed you again…”

“What do you mean?” you ask, her statement not making sense but you try to get her to keep talking

“The first time was out of spite. I was tired of killing for that monster. I somehow- I didn't fire. I hated that unfeeling shell of a man... but this time…”

Confused, but you wait in silence. What she’s saying is important to her, so you give her the time to choke back some tears and continue.

“This time, I knew you. You took care of me, not like him. You said you were proud of me, that I was beautiful.”

She lifts up her head, her eyes a odd canvas of red, blue, and white. And they were now looking up at you surrounded by a painfully contorted expression.

“How could I possibly kill the man who, for the first time in my existance, treated me kindly? Even if I was just a broken rifle?”

She just stares, profound sadness in her eyes.

And you stare back. You’re not sure what to make of this now.

>>31972147

A rifle?

It sort of made sense. She would always be around, but you never noticed anyone following you. Her and the rifle were never in the same place. The name. And finally how she suddenly appeared in Rusty’s grip, when the only thing before was the SVD. But you’re still not sure you can accept this, fully. It’s just too odd, nonsensical.

You push those thoughts to the side. Right now, there was the only woman in your life right now who gave a damn about you, wallowing in incredible depression.

You reach out, in an attempt to replicate the warm head pats you received earlier. She still had her mask off, so you moved to remove the hood.

“Don’t!” she cried suddenly, something under her hood twitching as her hands shot up to cover her head.

You recoil as suddenly as she moved.

“...not yet” she mumbles, as her eyes cast downward. The crying was over, but nothing felt resolved.

She must not want anyone to touch her, not after that.

You move back a bit, resting on the corner wall perpendicular to hers.

You’re not sure what to say, so you just stare on in silence. You take off your mask. The noon sun feeling refreshingly warm on your cheeks as you gaze.

>>31972073
I could never write while Sad. It's just an emotion that stops me, I guess.

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>>31972155

“Hey,” you call out, after an indefinite amount of time. Her head peaks up, and then at you. Her faded green uniform looking even brighter in the sun.

“Thank you.” You try your best to smile, given the circumstances. “I’m a blundering fool, to get myself into all of this” you say, now looking off into the distance. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes. But apparently you’ve been right there with me. Keeping me out of trouble and the like. You’ve… been there all along, I was just too dense to see it. Probably. So thank you. For saving me.”

You look back at her now. She stands upright, and walks towards your seated position.

She smiles, this warm, a sad smile interrupting her emotionally torn face.

“No.”

“I should be thanking you.”

“ For saving me once more.” she says softly as she seemingly falls into your arms.

But the expected weight of a person never comes.

As you look down in confusion, there lies only your rifle.

Your most trusted companion.

Your SVD.

Lucy.

>>31972168

Done for the night.

I know that part sounds final, but I promise I'll keep going. But I felt like I couldn't drag the ambiguity about her for any longer.

Again, sorry it took me this long.

>>31971574
danks 4 ur servic.

gotta bag chillun.

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>>31972071
>I made PTRfag buy a 92fs
>PTRfag made me buy a PTR91

WHAT'S HAPPENING?!

-Construct

How the fuck are these threads on /k/, man the mods are pure shit now

>>31972261
eat a cock, m8

>>31972177
Heart warming like old vodka.

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>>31972248
When I took her in my hands from the box, I was the first to hold her. In doing so, she was wet with lubricant. I delicately inspected her agreed to layaway. She will come home with me soon to meet the rest of the family.
>also, this is actually my first 9mm
Feels good, man.

>what's happening?
Good things. I believe this thread has bulstered more gun sales by percentage than any other in /k/.

>>31972261
I take /wfg/ every day over Chinese shilling and bait threads.

>>31972036
Moments of great confusion. If I'm in a overarching situation that I'm not sure what to do about it (like I am now) then I eventually start writing to try to take my mind off of it.
Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Here's hoping it does whenever I get started on the Ruger Vampire thing.

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It's the Battle of Gaugamela and the chariot phase is over. The plan is so complicated that part of it could've been forgotten. That part is when Alexander's companion cavalry charges the gap he has dragoons with him that dismount where the enemy is facing them and hold the gap open for the heavy cavalry. The infantry will then snake around and reinforce the dragoons. Inside the gap they don't have an organized rearguard because they attempted to swarm the heavy infantry. This process can be repeated during the battle.

>>31971105
I'll bite. USA, EST.

USA, PST.

Anyone who's read my other /k/ posts recently could've figured that out easily, so no big deal.

>>31971105
PTRfag here. I've made it pretty obvious that I live near Memphis, Tennessee.
USA.
Also, my parents called and wanted to talk, so I'm just now starting to write. I will try my best to give y'all something tonight.

>>31971574
How soon

>>31972261
Seriously though, if the mods do wind up nuking /wfg/, where do we go? Will all these stories be lost, like cosmoline in steam?

>>31972830
>Also, my parents called and wanted to talk
>theyre worried you're holding out for rifles to become real girls
>they just want real babies
>theyre also afraid you'll name your first child 'Beretta' or 'Roscoe'

>>31972868
If the mods were going to shut this down, then they'd probably have to end up shutting the other generals down too, lest they be accused of favoritism.

Plus, if they really did have a problem with this, they really should have said or done something instead of letting it carry on for nearly a month.

>>31972858
not as soon as i would have hoped. Comic making has made me painfully aware of how handicapped SAI is for the duty

>>31972885
>not naming your children after gun inventors

>>31973119
"Damnit Mannlicher, get down here and take your tampons up to your bathroom!"

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>>31972885
Eugene, friendo.

>>31973119
This.

Light My Fire cont.

>"Judith? Is everything okay?"
>a weight is starting to form in my stomach
>paranoia, fear, and worry
>"Ja... nein... It ist juss zhat girl... and zhis coffee... It ist really awful... Zhey call zhis French Roast?"
>mine is fine
>at least, I think it is
>never had French Roast while I visited in Europe
>mainly Irish and Belgian beer 24/7... sorry Germany
>"good thing I grabbed these, then. Here."
>reaching into the cargos of my pants, I pull out a fist-full of paper bags filled with "real" sugar and powdered "creamer"
>Judith twitches her lip, but takes them
>through trial and error, one sugar pack and three creamer packs later, she seems satisfied and chugs the rest of her coffee before it gets cold
>she sticks her tongue out, "Bleh! I can not believe zhey call zhat French Roast!"
>I sort of chuckle
>this date is already off to a very rocky start
>"So, besides our horrible coffee, how are you feeling?"
>my question seems to relax her a bit
>Judith takes her time answering, "Juss a bit nervous. I have never traveled to a population center in zhis form."
>I choose my next words carefully, "As a waffengeist... in human form... would you..." trying to be as diplomatic in my sentence structure as possible, "...prefer to blend in with the crowd there or..."
>I deliberately trail off with no intention of completing my thought
>"nein!" she says with nervous laughter, "I do not vant any unnecessary attention! No shenanigans, please?"
>as I'm driving down the road, I continue, "If that's the case, we're going to have to pick you up some new clothes."
>my fallen angel seems to tug against her sleeves just a bit tighter
>her raven black hair falling in front of her beautiful eyes
>"vhat ist wrong vith mein olt clothes?"
>Judith pronounces "old" with a "t"
>is she purposefully trying to act cute, or does she just naturally light my fire?

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>>31973360
Light My Fire cont.

>"vhat ist wrong vith mein olt clothes?"
>Judith pronounces "old" with a "t"
>is she purposefully trying to act cute, or does she just naturally light my fire?
>oh god, she's pushing her knees together, ankles apart, and toes pointing inward
>my inner pervert is keeping me from-
>"Oh shit!"
>stomp the clutch and brake with both feet
>we skid to a halt at the red light, four feet past the line
>I'm so glad my car weighs less than 2,000lbs
>Dazed and confused, Judith swivels her head my way, "You are gut to drive, Ja?"
>my left hand's knuckles are white as the squeeze the steering wheel, "yeah... I good. You okay?"
>"Ja... I yam okay... Juss let me know vhen you are done copping feels~"
>I notice my right arm, from reflex, has shot out to shield my passenger from any harm
>final destination, her modest bust
>"oh shit! I'm sorry."
>I remove my arm
>Judith smiles, "pervert." Her creeping eyes now vivid with shades of amber
>"uh huh!" shaking my head... yeah, yeah...
>I glance up at the rear view mirror, and see the black streaks in the pavement
>I wonder how much money that rubber on the blacktop has costed me
>at least a few boxes of ammo
>grimace to myself
>the light turns green, and I put it in first
>putt on through the intersection
>I hear an unmistakable tune on the radio, "For What It's Worth" by Buffalo Springfield
>cut it up just a little
>In traffic, but I sneak a quick looks here and there at Judith
>oh shit! She sees me
>she brings her curled up hand to cover her teeth and giggles, "you had better pay attention to zhe road..."
>I smile and turn my attention back to the tarmac, but I don't want to
>the outlets are coming up, so I figure they'll be a good place to stop for civilian clothes
>i pull up to the next intersection to turn left, "let's get you some new shoes."

>>31973466
>The arm thing

Hahah too relatable

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>>31973466
Light My Fire cont.

>i pull up to the next intersection to turn left, "let's get you some new shoes."
>"okay!" the caffeine is taking hold, turning Judith a little more chipper
>she peers out of the windows at her surroundings, fingers on the glass
>suddenly, I HK slap the shit out of my turn signal, making her flench
>her spine straightens, and her narrow shoulders bounce
>Judith turns slightly, her raven hair moves aside to reveal part of her flush red face
>she knows what I did
>"So, what kind of shoes do you like?" I ask as I pull into the parking lot
>"I-I uhm... e-ehh..."
>she's still thinking about it
>who's the pervert now..? eeehehehehehe...
>"C'mon now... surely you have a preference..." my tone is playful
>I know I'm getting a rise out of her
>"U-uhm... I like... your shoes... zhey had zhose in Germany back in zhe 80s."
>still looking for a spot to park in the endless sea of cars, but I smile, thinking about my chuck taylors
>lucky this outlet has the Converse store where I bought them
>everywhere we look, it seems there's an overweight person waddling from their car to the outlet to sink their money into more worthless shit
>ahh, the American way...
>then, we both saw her
>a white landwhale the likes of which the world had never seen
>like moby dick's fat cousin
>I'm surprised it could fit in a car or a truck
>like the Michelin Man's morbidly obese sister after a $100 McDonald's binge
>ridin' dirty on a red scooter with a lightning bolt down the side, oxygen tank in tow
>saddle bags no doubt stuffed with genetics and a few epipens...
>her white throw-over, more a bed sheet, flows in the wind
>like a massive gleaming slab of alabaster and diabetes
>but just when I think I see an open spot, I hear Judith's window roll down
>oh please merciful god, no
>before I can stop her, we pass by the mobile hotdog receptacle, and Judith laughs out the window, "A sail! A sail! Hahaha!"
>"fuck you!" plus a finger
>I sink lower into my seat, oh god why

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>>31973515
Alright guys, I'm calling it there. That last bit was for FortunateSons. I seem to recall he loves a good play on words. Seems Judith has taken Ichiyon's class in Shakespearean Puns and Insults.
I hope my spelling and grammatical errors where not too prolific. Against my better judgement, I rushed it out.

>>31973491
I've done many accidental boob grabs and throat chops in the name of protection.

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only two more panels to go till im done. Have a cool down drawinh

>>31973556
>new installment of light My Fire
>turns into a Fat People Story

You're the real fucking MVP

>>31973631
Eheeehh... That pretty good...

>It reads “T. Orest"
Nice surprise, shepard, took me for a loop

>>31974517
>owner recieves headpats from raifu

Genius!

Man, I wish I had read your story earlier. Shame half of it isn't on the bin yet, seemingly.

>>31972122
Man, rusty was an asshole. I wonder why he did that.

Just gotta say, thanks to the anon(s) who have been keeping these type-o-threads goin.

>>31974762
Remember, writefags are fueled by (you)s. See something you like, say that. Something that can be improved, say that.

>>31972036
Fear, and something like... "who I would have wanted to be" if that makes sense

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>>31973556
>Finally got my blood back after an 11 hour powernap
>Catch up on stories
>title drop AND Ichiyon tier fat jokes
Ur a cheeki cunt m8, but I love you anyways.

>>31972036
Anger, frustration, disgust, and tender feelings.

>>31971105

Wisconsin, USA. Central Standard Time.

>>31972036
Pure unfiltered feels. When I write, I'm either really excited to put something out to read or really anxious that what I put out will have the intended effect. I'm a huge fan of Shakespeare style and greek tragedy, and I'm afraid it'll seem funny or overly unbelievable and unrelatable.

Right now I'm having trouble with characterization.

>>31972036

Lonliness, want. Sometimes boredom, some times pure, random inspiration

>>31971105

UK, GMT

>>31973360
>is she purposefully trying to act cute,
>or does she just naturally light my fire?

ROLL INTRO CREDITS

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>>31974517
Thank you. I thought maybe the call back would be too ham-fisted, but I'm glad someone noticed.

>>31974539
Part 6 >>31929776
Part 7 >>31940877
Part 8 >>31961874
And part 9 I posted above.

>>31974579
I'll probably address it a bit more in the next part, but basically Blank is still far too trusting and naive. Notice how earlier he was bragging about all the sweet equipment he had up north and how Rusty was pretty interested. Plus the comments Rusty said made no sense. Not caring about artifacts? There are only bandits left here? Maybe I didn't do a great job hinting at all it, but I'll add a note in the next part just to be sure.

>>31973631
Have you considered drawing Viktoria? Or Judith?

>>31975374
never got a description of 'em

>>31971105
Georgia, EST

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>>31975263
wait a minute, im only missing part 8 and 9... god dam it, dont tell me they got deleted or i forgot to add it to your folder

>>31971105
AST

>>31975263
It makes sense that he was just a smarter bandit, how else would he have known the names of the bandit trio Blank went up against earlier?

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Alright, i'm kinda back. May or may not write sporadically during the night/ evening. Still things i have to do

>>31975731
Come back when you can fluff. Getting better takes priority.

>>31975086
So that's where you disappeared to?

>>31972036
sadness, hope, and just creativity..

>>31971870
source...

>>31972036
A combination of crushing loneliness and heavy inebriation

>>31971130
An elevator call button was impatiently pressed. A keycard was hastily swiped through the reader on its corresponding door. Bags of rifles and ammunition were unceremoniously dumped onto a carpeted floor. A doggo was placed onto the floor, where it immediately began to bolt around, amusing itself by scurrying about beneath the furniture.

Chris took a good look at the suite. It was as large as her apartment back in Michigan. But it was much cleaner. And was illuminated by natural light. And didn't reek of Hoppes #9. She preferred her apartment.

"It's... nice, I guess," she said, shrugging. She strolled over to the bedroom and sat down on the king-sized bed.

"It's $600 per night, and it's just nice, you guess?"

"Do you really want to argue about that right now?"

"...No..."

"Then shut up and climb on here with me." She scooted further up onto the bed and laid on her back.

She didn't have to tell him twice. Eagerly, Dave crawled up next to her. She immediately rolled over on top of him, so that they were face to face, and Dave wrapped an arm around her midsection.

She planted a quick kiss on his lips and smiled at him, and they spent a minute just staring into each other's eyes, their noses just barely touching.

Dave's free hand slid along the bed until it reached Chris's, upon which he entwined his fingers with hers.

"L-lewd," she said with a giggle.

Closing her eyes, she shifted her head downward just enough to make contact for another kiss, and Dave moved his hand up her back until it rested at the base of her neck, holding her there for a bit. When she broke away to take a breath, he brushed her cheek with his thumb, causing her to blush. He grinned at that.

"Come on, you know I hate it when you do that," she said, her blush spreading.

"Why?"

"Because I get all red in the face..."

"I think it's cute, though," he said, kissing her on the nose. "Just like the freckles."

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>>31974281
"I promise I won't make anymore fat jokes, ja? Hehe, you muss remember, zhis ist mein first time in an American population center, so it ist all new to me."
- <3 Judith

>>31975086
I've been called that before...

>>31975228
Standard moe anime intro with theme song: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=deB_u-to-IE

>>31975731
Rose missed you btw

>>31973631
>10/22
>Magnum
wut

I had never been so excited in my life as when I received this case.
I had recently purchased an stg44 from some shady online source for approximately 2k.
I still remember waiting for the confirmation email, from [email protected].

I opened the box that the Stg 44 was shipped in and was greeted by the glorious smell of petroleum storage product.

I picked up the gun and saw no visual defects. It was in perfect condition.
Hell considering that the box had the markings of the third Reich on it I doubt the gun was ever taken out of storage..

I quickly took the magazine and started loading it with rounds I had purchased ahead of time.

So I took the gun out back and carefully inserted the magazine. And aimed at the steel target I had hastily set up..
I slowly pulled the trigger all the way back.
"click".
"Hmm a dud."
I said out loud.
So I re racked the bolt and in went another round.
"click".
Hmm that's odd, this ammo got great reviews online...
28 rounds later all duds.
"Well now, this is quite the statistical impossibility."
So I took my new found gun back to my work bench and begin to disassemble it,
I checked everything the gas piston, the springs the, firing pin.
Any thing I thought there could be an issue with,
I also soaked the parts in an old bottle of Rock and Roll gun lube..
After letting the parts soak for 30 minuets I reassembled the Stg 44 .
I reinserted another 30 round magazine and went back to the steel target and pulled back the bolt once more.
And as I pulled the trigger I could feel the tension mounting .
Please don't let this be another dud..
"click"
"god fucking damn, what the actual fuck."
I said aloud to no one in particular.
29 duds later.
I put the gun on my rack, and left it there.

So began my night of shit posting online.
I mean asides from my job working as a junior electrical engineer for the local mining company I really did nothing else...
I worked , ate and shit post.
So here I am shit posting on my favorite blue board.

>>31976205
>he's never heard of the 10/22 Magnum
They had problems because of the higher pressures, though.

>case separation
>cracked bolt

>>31976204
Wait until you visit a Walmart, Fraulein.

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>>31973515
>rifle is an adorable shitlord.
oh god damn yes.

>>31976305
I type up a short review of the Stg 44, titled "dud machine the ultimate weapon of the Reich."

Now I had previously see anons talking about waffengiest and had brushed it off as anime silliness.
Everyone knew machines didn't have spirts, that's fucking stupid as fuck.
Sure enough some anon said "maybe the gun doesn't like you"

I stared at my computer screen, trying to suppress my laughter.
I fired back in text.
"guns don't have spirits what other anime inspired nonsense are you going to bring up next."
the anon replied in his infinite wisdom.
"its because your black."
Okay so he is a /pol/ack.
Wait how the fuck did he know I was black.
I grew up adopted at a young age by a well to do white family so I certainty, didn't have any speech mannerisms or colloquialisms of an inner city youth..
Intrigued by the posters correct guess I replied.
"So my gun is racist. I only thought the people holding them could be."
the anon replied very quickly.
"The gun you purchased was a new one probably never used, and had spent years in storage. I bet she doesn't even know the war is over. Watch some world war 2 documentaries with the rifle.."
Well why the fuck not I had the complete set of world war 2 in hd.
So I retrieved the rifle and sat down with it on the couch as inserted the blue ray disc and selected the portion on the Eastern front years 1942-1945.
Probably half way through the film when it got I started to doze off.
That was until I heard screaming in some really angry language and felt a fist hit my face.
I got up and talked my assailant to the ground.
she was around 5foot 6 blond hair blue eyed.
With a very stern looking face.
My first thought was what is this bitch doing here and where the fuck is my gun.
During my momentary distraction she kneed me in the groin and I rolled over in pain.
She got up.
Wait is she wearing a Wehrmacht uniform..

>>31976311
Ah,I see, there's no such thing as those in third world islands

>>31976430
I had to be dreaming, I thought. The pain in my reproductive organs said other wise.

The girl wearing the Wehrmacht uniform pulled out the stg 44 and pointed it at me.

Now it has always been a fantasy of mine to have an attractive women put a gun in my face, but apparently things are different in practice then they are in concept.
Despite the growing fear that this insane ww2 reenacting bitch was about to splatter my brains over my new houses walls, I put my hands up.

"Okay lets not commit any war crimes, against the darky here."
I said with as much sarcasm as I could muster in this absurd situation.
"Zis is a vie ve von the var ve couldn't have vost." She said, in the thickest German accent I have ever heard..
What the hell is wrong with this chick I thought...
Mabey some one at work paid a chick a shit ton of money to do this.
I mean it was well known that I am a world war 2 buff. Mabey one of the senior employs thought it would be funny to have some chick mess with me.
Or maybe they thought it was the only way I would ever have any hope of getting the pussy.
Either way this joke had gone to far.
I slowly got up and responded.
"Yes you lost the war."

I decided to focus on the model planes on my shelf in back of her as it was much less stressful to look at the Bf 109 and Spitfire mk4 then it was a loaded gun that was in my face.
"umm can you please get that gun out of my face...
You don't point guns at things you don't want to kill." I said trying not to sound like the very afraid man that I was at the time.
"nein vou ape" damn she really is fucking racist breaking into my house and calling me an ape while wearing a Wehrmacht uniform.

I mean she must have some real balls to do that. And to steal my gun and point it at me.
At that thought of her hands touching my gun I got very mad...

>>31976545
Didn't nazis actually have respect for races that held pride in themselves? Ergo they didn't hate black people all that much?

>>31976545
Fuck that was my 2k dollars I spent not hers.
So I did something brash I used my right hand to sweep the barrel up and to the left while side stepping, to avoid the line of fire.
I heard a loud crack.
Fuck the gun finally works.
Luckily the round went into the celling.
I proceeded to pull the gun out of her hands and kicked her in the stomach..

Knocking her to the ground with an audible smack as she hit the wood floor.

Now I had the gun and pointed it at her.
And as soon as that happened, she disappeared.
I blinked my eyes.
What the actual fuck. She just pulled a god damn fucking harry Houdini in front of me.
As I was left pointing my gun at the floor, at a person who apparently no longer existed I looked for any evidence of our fight.
Well there was the spent brass cartridge on the ground and the hole in the celling, but asides from that I had no proof , that I was assaulted by little miss Wehrmacht.

What the fuck would I tell the police I was assaulted by a cute chick who was dressed up as a Nazi soldier... I would get my ass laughed out of the station.
So I did the only reasonable thing I could do write on a Mongolian carton board about my experience.

>>31976562
nah they made a bunch of north African Arabs honorary Arians. The same with the Japanese, central and south Africans though I doubt. If you can find me a picture of a black person in the ww2 German army I will shit bricks.
I'm pretty sure they hated blacks desu.

>>31976545
>spitfire
>Mk IV

Out of all variants you could have picked, the IV didn't actually exist

>>31976619
are you saying warthunder is lying.. its the one with the 4 20mm and engine that had the float carb fixed.

>>31976630
wait apparently that's a car.. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triumph_Spitfire

>>31976619
whoops its the spitfire mk 5c lol...

>>31976630
>>31976656
Yeah, IV was a name "given" retroactively to recon variants of the Mk I. So, it's not a real designation. This is the RAF, so it is bound to make no sense

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>>31976078
>Dave's free hand slid along the bed until it reached Chris's, upon which he entwined his fingers with hers.

D-Delete this!

>>31976602
The anon replied in his infinite wisdom.

"They usually react like that when you pull them out of storage. I had a FAL that believed the Rhodesian bush war was still going on."
I typed back "look I don't care about your possibly fictitious encounters with anime gun spirits will the gun work."
The anon replied.
"not until you suck me off."
Such vague answers are common on Mongolian horse breeding websites.
Contemplating what had just happened I stepped out into the night with the stg44 and attempted to fire it once more.
"Click"
What the fuck.
Once again I went through the task of manually operating the bolt and then picking up all the dud rounds by hand.
Once again frustrated I entered my house.
"What the hell am I supposed to do with this gun"
I muttered aloud.
I sat it down on the work bench and disassembled the gun.
It was still moist from the lube I put on it earlier.

Why not dump the hole bottle in the thing and mess with every fucking part for 6 hours straight and observe every part under the magnifying glass as its freaking Friday and I have the whole weekend to burn.

At some point I pulled out my dermal tool and attached the canvas buffing wheel and gently polished the bolt an the rest of the operating mechanisms with out using any abrasives.

God damn this gun was turning into a 2k dollar work bench queen. I thought to myself as I finished polishing the spring... why was I polishing the spring...
So I once again reassembled the gun and stared at it.
It was a beautiful rifle, the wood stock and pistol grip had no nicks or scratches.
Oh I should polish that as well. I wearily thought .
I grabbed my orange glow wood polish and sprayed it on and started rubbing the stock of the rifle.
At least if it doesn't fire I can still have it look pretty.
"vop that its indecent" I heard some one mutter out loud.
I turned around and saw the same women who was wearing the Wehrmacht uniform earlier. For what ever reason she appeared to be rather flush.

>>31976430
>a 4channer saying black instead of nigger


My suspension of disbelief!

>>31976799
some how I was becoming rather accustomed to having this women pop into my house seemingly at random..
"God damn don't do that that's a great way to scare some one half to death." I said to her.

"And why the hell do you keep coming back to my fucking house wasn't almost shooting me once enough for you.." I exclaimed,
"Vell its nakt vike I vant to ve hearr, you are keeping me hearr ." She said definitely.
"wait what do you mean I am keeping you here? You are a person you can leave anytime you god damn well please." I said rather flustered.
"vou are soe stuvpid, I vam ve gun." she stated this as if it were completely normal sentence.
"well if you are then please tell my why this gun doesn't work."
"Verh is nothing vong vith me, I juvst don't vant you to shoot me." She said.
I paused momentarily to consider the absurdity of the situation. What happens if I was an undiagnosed schizophrenic and was having an episode.
That thought cause me to pause and put the gun down on the table...
I then quickly walked away from the women wearing the Wehrmacht uniform, despite my best efforts she followed me into the next room.
"vehy did vou stoop talking, vith ve."
I tried my best to ignore her.
"vehllo I am vight heer."
Still ignoring her.
She pokes me in my face.
I blink.
She pokes me again.
....
" yes I exist. the next time you poke me I'm going to bite off your god damn finger." I stated. That was the red line in the sand, if this strange women pokes me one more time I swear.
"poke"
"God damnit" I shouted
"vu are vust like the French, all talk and no vefnse." she chimed in.
okay I need to be a man about this I will not let this women bully me in my own house...
"vo you have any food I'm vearhy hungery." She said.
So I ended up cooking up empanadas for the both of us...
All in all this was ending up as a very surreal day and night.
"So you are the gun am I getting this right" I hesitantly asked.. It was an absurd question that I never thought I would ask.

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>qt aryan waffengeist
>trying to corrupt her with bbc

>>31976204
I got some more .30 Car bean for Ida. Planning on taking my M1 Garand, Carbine and M1903A1 out tomorrow for election celebration.

>>31976941

>"vu are vust like the French, all talk and no vefnse." she chimed in.

God damn my sides. Keep it up (and give her the d)

>>31976305
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Is this bait?

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>>31976999
I can't argue with trips like that, sorry STG-anon

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i leave for like two hours and you guys start to... idk what you are doing

>>31976941
"mien got vow vamy vimes vust I esplain it veys." She said with a slight hint of frustration.
"okay, okay, don't gas me captain von hess."
I said dryly.
"vi vidnt gas vany one." she said stubbornly.
Oh god why did I make that joke I could tell this was going to be a major sore point.
"ve ver protecting ve people of ve deustch libben ."
She exclaimed.
"yeah yeah that's why you invaded Poland.."
"it vas vefense vey attacked vus virst." She shouted.
" look when is the last time you saw a pole attack anything out side of a potato and a bottle of vodka." I said knowing full well that a good half of my adoptive family grew up in a polish town on the east coast.
She laughed a bit at that joke.
"vut is funny about Poland I said." trying to mimic her accent.
"vi am vsure there are no Germans in Poland, although then again they might just be very confused Germans." I said mocking her.
"var you mocking me?' she exclaimed.
"vaarrry vikely." I responded.
Her face turned red.
"Mein gott vuy are vuch a vavage." She exclaimed.
"yeah yeah that's why we beat your asses at the Berlin Olympics." I stated dryly.
"Vey veheated veh is no vay they could have von." she said.
"well I hate to break it to you but the one thing us tar babies are really good at is sports, we have taken over just about every sport possible." I snippily replied back at her.

>>31976990
I don't know anon is it bait... Nahh man its just going to be a funny story. All speculation about the d is purely conjecture on your part.

>>31977095
>"vi am vsure there are no Germans in Poland, although then again they might just be very confused Germans." I said mocking her.
>"var you mocking me?' she exclaimed.
>"vaarrry vikely." I responded.
>Her face turned red.
>"Mein gott vuy are vuch a vavage." She exclaimed.

What abortion of an accent is this?

>>31977095
>war crimes denial

Holy shit write one about an Arisaka with an intact mum next

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>>31977095
"vaht is a tar baby?" she asked..

"wait you don't know a racial slur for pavement apes, stoop monkeys, darkies, niggas, niggers, fuzzy wuzzy, woollies, nogs, spear chuckers , and jungle bunnies. ". I said slightly teasing her.

"Vhat you vmean Africans. Vahy I know about them."She replied seemingly unsure about the torrent of words the poured from my mouth.
"So vehey are you valled tar babies vou volk vore brown ven black." She said earnestly with out any intent to actually offend.

"well I mean some of us are darker, I don't know probably because of skin color.
Now if you really had one to be confused about I would understand being confused with jungle bunnies. First time I heard that one I thought it would be cute anime bunny girls in the jungle, I was sadly disappointed by the google image results." I told her.

>>31977169
I will be back with more later...

>>31977095
>"..we have taken over just about every sport possible."
>"Except swimmin'" my Smith & Wesson model 38 Highway Patrolman said with a smug smile.
>You can take the revolver out of the south, but you can't take the south out of the revolver..

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>>31977169
time for me to be more of an asshole.
I showed her my national geographic 100 years of flight poster. And pointed to the B2 stealth bomber.
"this is the first flying wing aircraft, the world has ever seen." Ignoring the fact that the Horton gliders were in fact flying wings and that they predated the b2 by a long shot.

She stared at it as if it was some device that could win the war...
"vat is ours... ve vought of it virst." She exclaimed her face turning bright red.
"Well I'm not so sure about that, we also were the first to make and design and orbital shuttle."
I smugly said.
"vat vas von Braun's idea. you vhameless vemerican vhen I get back to the reich I will have you."
"exterminated." I said cutting her off..
"vo. Vunished." she exclaimed making a striking motion.
I realized I had just dropped the beginnings of an information bomb. Sure she could deny a movie about world war 2, but she couldn't deny a picture I had..
"give me a second I said"
I went back to my room and got a picture of my late father.
He worked at Northrop as an aerospace engineer.
He managed to snag a picture with what he called the Reich's resistances. A group of older German gentleman, who came over to America after the war...
"vhait vhoo are vose men." she asked.
"well the one in the center is my adoptive dad.
The guy on the left worked on the v-2 design, and the one on the right actually helped design parts for the BMW jet engines if I remember correctly. " I replied.

"vey are vatiors, assisting the venemy." she shouted as if her statement could punish them.

"actually they were brought over.. Rescued from the soviets you could say." I replied.
her face crinkled a little as she went through the process of absorbing the information...

Slowly it dawned on her that I wasn't lying,
and I indeed was telling the truth about the down fall of her beloved 3 Reich.

" So Ve vost." she said looking like I had just shot her favorite undermench...
"yes you lost the war.."

the fuck is this accent

>>31977114
I am also wondering this.

>>31977169
I am appalled by both the english AND the accent in this story. I failed 5 semesters worth of English and did better on my shitty story.

Please let this be bait because I am out of alcohol.

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>>31977353
See, i'm all for racebaiting or whatever, just for the immense butthurt it created. Or anything that creates butthurt, because that is fun.

But... you kinda have to step your game up with the writing

i'm sure you meant something funny with this deep down there but this looks like poor bating right now

>>31977421
Disregard cucks, pay attention here.

Any chance you're going to continue sticks and stoners? I finally got around to reading it and I enjoyed it quite a bit. I've got a soft spot for obsolete, and all the "Fuck Alex Robinson/MUH XCR" really tickled my pickle.

>>31976035
Jitsu wa Watashi wa. Funny show that foes all those tropes I talked about earlier.

>>31975731
Did you get those headpats I wrote for ya? Hope they made you feel better.

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>>31977628
>obsolete
Them is fighting words.

I haven't really figured it out. Originally it was going to be a really sad story, but then I wrote What We Lost, and after that, I didn't want to go straight back to S&S without some sort of new game plan. Eventually I will, since no way in hell I'm gonna quit halfway through a story. I may come back to it after I finish or hit a wall with What We Found.

>>31977708
Also from now on, What We Found will be grouped with the ending it continues from, since Poly didn't bin it, because I told him to only bin the canon ending.

>>31977726
Fucking link because I'm retarded.

http://pastebin.com/44q2F132

>>31977178
This is hilarious, keep going.

>>31977708
This is so funny that a gun as badass and imposing as the stoner turns out to be 5.56mm

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>>31976430
>>31976545
>hurr German rifle hates darkies because they're black
Kill yourself.

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>>31973631
>Dude shes about to ra-
>"Ssssshhh, let it happen"

>>31977835
sure as hell convinced me with that not at all cherrypicked image

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>>31977943
>cherrypicked

Oh, you <3

>>31977771
>turns out to be
You say this like it's not a benefit. Nothing cooler than a rifle with a stainless steel stamped receiver gun with a QD barrel and shooting 5.56

Don't know if the Stoner 63 had a stainless receiver though. Might be a Robinson Arms M96 thing.

>>31977943
Not that guy, and not a stormfag, but it's true.

Nazis didn't give a shit about Africans, because there were no Africans near Germany.

It's the same reason they hated Poles and gassed Jews, but thought of Japanese as "East Aryans."

>>31976078

"Dave, come on, you know I hate the romantic crap..."

He chuckled. "Alright, fine. Let's get to the stuff you do like." He slowly propped himself up, giving her time to sit up on his lap, straddling him. He unzipped her jacket and slid it down her shoulders, letting it tumble off of the bed. He did the same with his own jacket, tossing off to the side.

She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and pulled him in close for another kiss, longer this time. Her lips parted slightly, and soon their tongues were intertwined. She pushed deeper into the kiss, her breasts flattening up against Dave's chest. After a few more moments, she pulled away to catch her breath. Her heavy breathing and rosy cheeks told him all he needed to know.

He pulled her shirt off with little difficulty, as she accommodated him lifting her arms over her head. The shirt went the way of their jackets, straight onto the floor.

"I see you switched the multicam for tiger stripe," he said, smirking and looking at her bra.

"Yep. But don't get too used to looking at it. It's going on the floor too." She reached around and undid the clasp, letting the straps slide down her shoulders, exposing her chest to him for the first time. She turned slightly to toss the garment off to the side, but when she turned her head back to him, she found him frozen up, eyes locked on her breasts.

She chuffed. "Am I really that hot or is this the first time you've ever seen tits in person?"

"W-well..."

"You're kidding, aren't you? You can't be serious?"

"I... w-well... uh..."

"Oh god, you're fucking serious... am I the first woman you've been with?"

"...y-you too..."

Chris pinched her nose, took a deep breath, and let it out very slowly. "You know what... that's fine. I'll just take the lead then, alright?"

"O-o-okay..." he managed to squeak out, nodding weakly.

>>31977955
are you trying to convince me or yourself right now?

>>31977835
>>31977943
>>31977955
shut up all of you

>>31977958
>Might be a Robinson Arms M96 thing

Not anymore. :^)

>>31977980
#triggered

>>>/reddit/

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>>31977984
TAKE THAT BACK YOU SON OF A BITCH. TAKE RESPONSIBILITY AND APOLOGIZE.

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>>31977969

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>>31977734
i'll add it on a while
>>31977969
>inb4 Dave spills stanag mags out of his pockets

>>31977980
Aww, you gonna cry? Why not yell at me with that shitty accent that makes StG sound like an actual retard.

Also
>she knows about the Ho 229, a prototype
>and von Braun's work, something you want to keep secret
Mmmm, delicious plot holes.

>>31977969
Dave is pure, too pure for Chris

>>31978084
>tfw no mid war german rifle-wife who's seen a lot of secret shit and is reluctant to tell you because she's relatively fresh from the crate and still feels honor-bound to keep certain things secret

>>31977969

>then she pulls out the strap on

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>>31976366
"You know you love it~"
-<3 Judith

>>31976970
One day, I'll have a Garand and 1903... Preferably something more common so I would feel obligated to be a hover-dad.

>>31977969
It's okay Dave. You can do it. Do it for all of us...
>we're all counting on you

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is that train long gone or can i still into discord?
someone mentioned i could get in if i wanted to

>>31978201
send either archive or me a mail

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Hey all, just posting to let you nerds know I'm getting back to work on writing.

I'm overflowing with ideas for 'Nam, but I'm bound to Pale King until that's finished.

Stay tuned, I'll be posting again sometime soon.

>>31978238
Hnnngh, can't wait.

>>31978238
...just in time for finals week.
I await the distraction.

>>31978155
>That pic
Let me tell you about that HK slap... >>31976366
Son of a bitch Archive posted it first.

>>31977353
I shall. Be making more.. don't worry storm fags I'm going to do a moist nugget , and a jap rifle .

>>31978525
You're on the wrong motherfucking board if you think you're surrounded by stormfaggots.

>>31978626
Idk man some fags were pretty but hurt over imaginary black guy getting witg imaginary riafu... and I fail to see how the story is race baiting. Lol
Literally following standard anime tropes. Nothing was particularly incindiary, by 4 chan standards. Nor by American culture.

>>31978821
>Nothing was particularly incindiary, by 4chan standards
tell that to /pol/ or /gif/ which are parts of 4chan.

>>31978155
i mean i'm dating a shitlord for such a purpose!


>>31978201
we dont bite, [email protected]

>>31978238
and now fal spoops tonight. scratch tied for first, this is best day of life so far.

>>31977353
its not that we think your being an asshole, its that the accent, dialogue and structuring is painful to the reader, though i'm starting to think the accent and dialogue pain is intentional, and if so, you are doing an excellent job.

>>31977353
>> never thought it would cause so much but hurt...
And with those words, she was gone..
"come on it isn't that bad..." I said to my Stg 44..
no response.

"every one loses some wars.." I said trying to coax her out..
"Damn despite only being together for a few hours that was probably the most human contact I have out side of work.. " I thought to myself..

" come on there has to be something I can show her a top ten video of world war 2 tanks... No they always make an American tank or Russian tank no 1.. " As my brain chugged along my eyes fell on an old book my father gave me.

Starship troopers, a novel that any fascist would enjoy.
So I began reading out loud the novel to my rifle..
For the first 10 pages no response.
By page 15 she appeared with a pout on her face.
By page 20 she was actively engaged imagining the story.
By page 30 she took the book from my hand and started reading it..
"Well that was a quick recovery." I stated.
"ve Germans vare stoic." She said in her silly little accent...

She was enwrapped in the book all night.
The last I checked on her it was 12:00am and she was still reading it..
So after checking on her I went to bed..
I was awoken by a faint clicking noise...

"click, clack,"

Wait that's my mechanical key board..
She is on my computer.
Wait do I have porn on there..
No no I do not..
Wait I have guns... Some of my friends do say my computer is filled with gun porn.
Oh god I have to stop her..
I raced to the room across from my bedroom where my computer was to see my Stg 44 typing furiously away at the keyboard..
I looked at the screen, oh shit she is on 4 chan...
Dear god I have taken someone with a 1940s fascist German ideology and given them access to the internet. I thought to my self...
"umm are you okay" I hesitantly asked.
"vo, I vam, not." She growled..
"vo vare vis degenerates, vid you vee vhat they did to HK.."

>>31971105
Denmark.

>>31979046
>vid you vee

Does this STG have a cleft pallet?

>>31979046
>>ill drop the accent it makes writing easier. Sorry all German accents sound like to me is lots of v and sharp consonants.. And huge compound words..
Oh boy she is talking about the HK that anon either stuck his dick in or the HK with the bad dragon dildo attached to it..
"ummm yeah I have no explanation." I replied..

"vand vis vaggot ve stuck a vemmington up vis ass." she said with a tone of genuine concern..
"obviously ve vorld has vallen into chaos vithout strong leaders.." she declared triumphantly as if she could usher in the zeitgeists of the 1940s and fix all of Americas moral issues.

I stared at her blankly and then looked at the clock which showed it to be 3am.

"look just try not to get too worked up alright.. its early in the morning and its the weekend. " I weakly replied..

"vut vill ve do with vese degenerates?" She exclaimed, as if Mongolian cartoon boards are most pressing issue in the world.

I tried to avoid looking her in the eye like a father who has to tell his paraplegic son that he will never become a tap dancer like Fred Astaire.
"umm you do nothing"
"but why do you do nothing." she said in her peculiar accent..

"umm life liberty and the purist of happiness." I said as I shrugged my shoulders..

"well I forbid you from going on this horrid site it could corrupt your easily influenced brain." She exclaimed as if she was saving me from the devil its self.

"hey I am not easily influenced.." I hastily replied.. Upon further inspection of my past I realized that was probably an incorrect statement on my part.

"This site is morally unfit for any human." My Stg 44 declared.

"look at this tell me you haven't partaken in any of this smut she said as she pointed towards a picture from uppote."

"I can neither confirm nor deny that accusation." The words sprang from my lips like that of a well seasoned politician.

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>>31979193
>"well I forbid you from going on this horrid site it could corrupt your easily influenced brain." She exclaimed as if she was saving me from the devil its self.

White Rifle's burden

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>>31977969

>>31978238
>more Vietnam
Yes! I know its a good story, but Pale King really wasn't for me. Vietnam, however, was absolutely fantastic in its depictions of combat and I want to see where they go from the absolute madness they've survived.

>>31978238
>>31979377
Yeah, I've been hoping that you'd pick Vietnam up again. I'd very much like to see what happens to that m16 and the other 'geist.

>>31979193
"well still I must protect the children from the influence of such such.. Depravity. They have no respect or dignity." She stated.

"umm you should probably just chill.. I meekly protested against this Germanic women who grew more and more agitated with each lewd post about guns...

How could I switch the topic.. Oh I haven't asked about her name..

"so what's your name? " I said hoping it would deflect her focus away from the Mongolian carton board.

"its 23494." 23494 stated.

"um that's not a name that's a serial number.." I pointed out..

"no 23494 is a perfectly good name and is my given name as by my creator.." She looked gravely insulted as the words came off her lips.

"okay well how about a nickname."
I proposed.

"rifles don't need nicknames our Serial number is good enough." 23494 said..

"well I'm going to call you stub for stubborn from now on." I said, having felt some pride in having devised such witty name in such a short period of time.

"uhh fine if its easier for your small brain to remember." She sighed..

"Okay stub I'm going to bed, if you want to feel free to play warthunder." I said as I opened up the application and logged in.

"what is this." she exclaimed.

"its a video game.. you play as vehicles from ww2." I told her.

"do they have German vehicles."
She inquired excitedly.

"yes yes they do." I said.. There was some alarm going off in my head but I couldn't identify it.

So I walked away back to my bed after showing her how to play..

I was awoken by shouting not 20 minuets later "this is outrageous." I heard stub shout. " The allies get later production vehicles at an earlier tier then the Germans."

Oh god I forgot about the Russian bias...
Better let this take care of its self I thought at first.

Then I heard typing lots of typing and clicking lots of clicking..

I wearily dragged myself out of the comfort and warmth of my bed to confront the angry hun next door.

"umm what are you doing." I asked her.

>>31979388
>>31979377

Ah, I always intended to. I think it was a mistake to start a second story. It made a fissure in my readers, for those that like both, I can't not finish one or the other you know.

Vietnam is being continued and always was going to be.

Pale King isn't too far from the end, so don't worry.

>>31979404
>it was a mistake to start a second story

First guy here, I don't think it was. It's what you were inspired to do, and you clearly enjoyed it. As far as taking time off of Vietnam, its okay. I've patiently waited three weeks, I can wait a while more until you write what you need to write. It would be a shame to rush the end of a story so many others enjoy just to bring my favorite story back.

>>31979451
First post, but the second quote in your post*

>>31979404
>mistake
Na, I wouldn't call it a mistake. Don't get me wrong, I like both, and I'm sure a lot of people would agree with me there.

Unfortunately for me I just can't help but find vietnam frank-castle-origin-mixed-with-feels to trump occult. Appeals to my autism more.

>>31979478
Holy fuck yes, it really reminded me of the Punisher BORN series.

>>31979400
>oh God I forgot about the Russian bias
And it was then, in that moment, that he knew; He. Fucked. Up.

>>31979400
" I am typing up the technical documents and references for the German equipment.
they are off by 4mmm on the frontal thickness of the panthers upper front plate.." She exclaimed as if this is some offense that could be punished by death.

"look I get it you are a Nazi gun just try to chill and don't get me banned from the game." I sighed.

"Well I wont behave in a manner that is unbecoming but I shall not let such misinformation about German equipment continue." stub shouted.

So I went back to sleep..

When I woke up and checked my computer I saw that I had a 400 page long dissertation about German equipment and its production methods along with numerous PDF files from berlin university and surprisingly enough the us government regarding German equipment.

I looked around for stub.. She wasn't in my office anymore.
Where was she.. I thought to myself.

Then I smelled something..
Is that waffles??
I walked towards the source of the delectable odor, only to find stub preparing two plates of waffles..

"those don't contain cyanide in them right?"
I said with a laugh..

"nein, why would I put cyanide in perfectly good waffles." stub exclaimed with genuine confusion.

I sat down at the table and saw that she was reading guns and ammo, monthly..

"see anything" I said as I bit into my waffle.
it was very fluffy, but it had little chunks in it that were bitter...

"umm what are these chunks in the waffle?"
I asked with a sudden fear that I was eating a waffle prepared by a Nazi, and the fact that I was a sub human was suddenly very unnerving..

"vitamins, I crushed up the pills and put them in the waffles.. Its healthier that way right.." She exclaimed.

With that sentence my tension eased and I swallowed the waffle. Oh well I figured. If she did poison me it wouldn't matter that much.

"so back to the magazine anything you want." I said..

" I want to get a younger sister." She said while looking down at her waffles..

>>31979637
"umm I'm not about to marry some one and have children.." I said trying to evade answering her question.

"no a rifle a G-3 rifle.." She exclaimed while almost choking on part of the waffle she was eating..

oh, well considering there was no other guns in my house I could assume it would get lonely, I think one of my co workers said they were trying to get rid of an old mauser rifles.
"Well it might not be a G-3 but I can get an old mauser I said.."

"really" she exclaimed as her eyes lit up like gas lamps..

"yes I will give him a call right now and see if he cant drop it off." I told her.

So one cell phone call later and 2 hours, my coworker showed up and dropped off the old rifle.

As soon as he droped off the rifle I realized there would be an issue.
firstly it was beat to hell, the but stock was cracked and the barrel was rusted..
Secondly it wasn't a mauser..
It was a mossin naggat.
Although I couldn't turn down the gun at this point so I just exchanged the money for the gun..

I walked in the house bracing for the coming shit storm..
"umm don't come over here." I shouted as I clutched the mossin naggat to my chest. Hoping it could save me from the on coming shit storm..
to late
She already rounded the corner and stopped in front of me.
"Is this a joke." she yelled as she got into a fighting stance.

The mossin naggat was no longer a rifle and instead was a 6ft tall Slavic women with brunet hair and lots of facial scars.

"you fucking fascist whore I'm going to kill you" the mossin exclaimed as I watched helplessly from the side line..

Dear god this was not going how I wanted it to go at all..

I stepped in between them. Now I'm a large man at 6foot 2 inches and 200 pounds of muscle but dear god these chicks were going at it hard.
I exited with a black eye and a chipped tooth.
Who was the offender I will never know..
"okay did you get that out of your system" I asked the two rifles.

"nyet I need to kick her ass more the nagant" declared.

>>31979783
>white girl leaves a black man with a black eye and chipped tooth after domestic dispute

Is it opposite day

>>31977969
She sighed heavily and took his wrists, placing his hands over on her breasts and closing his fingers around her supple flesh. Dave gulped heavily as Chris trailed her fingers along the length of his arms.

"Come on, it's alright," she said, looking at him lovingly. "Enjoy it."

Slowly, ever so slowly, he came back to his senses, and gently squeezed her breasts. She closed her eyes and exhaled at the sensation. He felt her nipples stiffening up under his palms. They weren't the only things getting stiff. On her left breast he moved his hand to have a better look, and brushed his thumb over it. Chris felt a shiver run down her spine.

He took the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and started to squeeze it. She reciprocated with a soft moan. Encouraged, he did the same with the other nipple, and she moaned again.

"Now you're getting it," she said, biting her lower lip.

Dave got to work squeezing and kneading her breasts with renewed vigor, pushing them together and pulling on her nipples.

She leaned forward by degrees, until she was pressing her breasts into his face.

"Mmmmf," he said, finding himself smothered.

Chris giggled, feeling the vibration. "Do you like that?" He nodded and vocalized again, and she stifled another giggle. He tapped her on the side rather urgently. "What's wrong?" she asked, slightly confused. Grabbing her breasts again, he pushed her up off of his face, gasping for breath.

"Oh, right. You need to breathe."

"J-jesus... f-fuckin'... christ..."

Chris just chuckled as she let him catch his breath. "Ready to keep going?"

"Yeah... I... I am..."

"Good. Because we're just getting started." With an evil smirk, she unbuttoned her pants and slipped out of them, kicking them off onto the floor with the rest of her garments. Dave whimpered as she did the same to his pants as well, pulling them down to his ankles. In a flash, she pinned his arms to the bed and started grinding against his rock solid member.

>>31979783
"nein I'm going to finish what we started on the eastern front and beat your POS ass." stub stubbornly declared.

As the sole man in between the two very angry rifles. I had to make an executive choice.
How to solve this cluster fuck of a problem.

"Hey you guys know the war ended around 70 years ago. why don't you try to burry the hatchet?"

"Perfect idea I will bury the hatchet in her skull, the mossin" triumphantly stated, as she went to search for the hatchet.
Only my strong arms prevented her from finding the hatchet or other blunt object.

"no one is killing anyone I'm my house or property." I exclaimed..

"now both of you will behave or I will have you melted down for scrap." I declared harshly..

"ahh you hear that mossin he will have you melted down like the scrap you are.' stub shouted triumphantly.

"the same goes for you stub. If either one of you decides to go ghetto and bump one another off you are going to the scrap yard." I tried to say as convincingly as possible..

Now that I had both of their attention focused on me I went on to lay down the house rules.

"no discharge of firearms in the house or towards the house or road, secondly, no murdering of each other or any other rifle that shows up at the house.

"only two rules.. There is room for so much more." they both exclaimed as if two rules was too few and the amount of freedom that I gave them represented a threat that must be crushed

Captain Hellmut Knoke, U-925[24 August 1944]

The men and I are excited for our first war patrol. The younger sailors still believe the Royal Navy
can be defeated, I do not have the heart to crush their enthusiasm. Our current standing orders are to shove off soon and
head for the Iceland Passage and head for the Atlantic to report on the weather conditions of the area. Personally, I do not
believe we can win this war with Britain and America.

[25 August 1944] Of course there are always problems with ships or really anything with more than 2 moving parts in this
cold weather. The oil we use for our diesel engines and pumps are forming frozen crystals and pipes are warping due to the sheer cold.
Luckily, the warmth of the engines running at full pace is somewhat of a comfort and it keeps the engineers glued to their
stations. The younger boys are singing and going on about growing large viking beards. It is on my shoulders to bring them
home safely. I will not engage hastily and will be careful with the lives the Kreigsmarine have entrusted to me.

[26 August 1944] On a U-Boat there is precious little space, and in these trying times, one must be especially creative with what
has been given. Sacrificing comfort for more vittles, I found that my command room crew have replaced the stuffing in their seats with
candies and smoked sausages instead. Typical German boys, I cannot be cross with them for such a decision. Besides, I did bring my casting
net for some fishing...

>>31980115


[27 August 1944] It turns out my cook has a penchant for ghost stories, and has been entertaining the younger crewmen with his tall tales
of horror, they will need the entertainment. In the torpedo rooms, my loaders have reported that they are having issues with the torpedo
batteries and the grease freezing. We are almost to the North Atlantic so we may begin our mission. Perhaps I should run a gunnery drill
to jolt the men back into fighting spirit, as some have become bored already after just 4 days underway. Restless boys.

[28 August 1944] The first taste of the reality of this war, a British Supermarine Walrus spotted the boat and shot at us with its Vickers,
doing little but startling the deck crew and the men on the smoking deck. We immediately battened down the hatches and dove to a safe depth
and waited for the boat plane to disengage. Given that it was out so far, the aircraft was probably launched by a cruiser, meaning that
we must now practice extreme caution.

[29 August 1944] We travel underwater during the day, and surface only at night to avoid being spotted by what could possibly be a larger group of Royal Navy destroyers and cruisers. Although it seems likely they would only spare one vessel to hunt for us, I dont want to take the risk. A few of the boys are still rattled by the brush with the plane yesterday but they will shake it off. This kind of thing doesnt compare to other engagements my fellow sub captains have endured, god rest their souls.

>>31979993
"Oh god, Chris..."

"No talking. Just enjoy it." She went at it harder, grinding through the two thin layers of fabric separating their organs. Her breathing picked up and sweat started to form on her brow and chest. "Yeah, you fucking like it, don't you..."

Dave could only whimper in response.

She reached down to touch herself, finding her panties to be somewhat soaked. "Yeah, if you like this, you're really going to fucking love what comes next..." She let go of his arms and pulled his boxers down to his hips, freeing his member. Taking a good look at it for the first time... she deemed it to be... well, she'd seen smaller. It would suffice.

She grasped it in one hand and moved down his body until her face was level with his groin. Stroking him a few times, she grinned and kissed near the base, eliciting a groan from Dave. "Yeah, I can tell, you're going to absolutely fucking love-"

She found herself blinded as a warm sticky fluid splattered onto her face, punctuated with a loud, long groan from Dave.

"God... fucking... damn it..." she growled, wiping his seed from her eyes.

Dave propped himself and looked at her, fear and embarrassment etched on his face. "Chris, I'm... so, so sorry... please... I... I can make this up to-"

"Stop. Talking."

He promptly shut up.

She got up from the bed and made her way over to the bathroom to wash off her face. Dave quietly pulled his boxers and pants back up and put his shirt back on. He sat on the side of the bed, nervously twiddling his thumbs as he waited for her to reemerge.

When she came out, he stared at the floor while she retrieved her clothing and redressed. Then she sat down beside him. He looked over, expecting to see an expression of anger or rage. But she looked calm, which took him off his guard.

"Listen," she started, taking a deep breath. "Let's just forget this happened. It was your first time... I should have been expecting that. My fault, I apologize for it."

"So... you're not mad?"

>>31980183
[30 August 1944] Our worst fears have been confirmed, this morning a smoke trail was spotted 158 degrees stern, and from the looks of it,
the trail belongs to a destroyer type of vessel. It is still far away enough for us to maneuver but they can steam ahead a lot quicker than
even the fastest U-Boat. I have trained for this, and I am ready. I share a cup of beer with my sailors, one of the benefits of a duty like
this is that the beer is always ice cold and refreshing. It warmed our spirits and reminded us of a time before the war, where, if conditions
were different, we would be huddled into a warm bar, crackling fire, instead of a freezing metal tube, singing songs and recounting probably
false stories of previous conquests...


[31 August 1944] To throw off our enemy I have decided to do a radical course change to 60 degrees north at a fast speed. Moving erratically
while still avoided the hunter is key to our survival. The men hold their breath and so do I. Like a dolphin, we have gotten used to an
endless cycle of diving and surfacing, over and over again bobbing up and down. The smoke trail remains ever on the horizon and we remain ever
more elusive. Eventually they will have to break off and rejoin their group, they cant pursue us forever.


[1 September 1944] Success! We have managed to elude the enemy destroyer and we are continuing on our way to observe the weather patterns of the North Atlantic!
my men shout about their glorious run-in with death, and how they are ghosts, how they can never be spotted! Never beaten or cornered by an English
tin can any day of the month. I am pleased they are so revived by a dangerous occasion, I can rely on them when things get tough to pull through.
They expect the same of me after all.

>>31980338
[2 September 1944] I dont think my men had this kind of assignment in mind when they signed on for the sub service but it keeps them out of harms way and
allows them to go back into the arms of their mothers and sweethearts. This afternoon we ran into trouble when the radio we use to communicate with
headquarters stopped functioning, probably an effect of ice forming and melting constantly. I have ordered them to get it fixed immediately, but
for now, ill continue to keep all my observations down in my notebook.


[3 September 1944] A thick fog has rolled in over the ocean, this is excellent, as it gives me the opportunity to remain surfaced for as long as the fog
remains, and keep on my patrol path. The radio is more severely damaged than previously thought, and will require dedicated maintenance. Later today, the
radar operator spotted a ship, not moving or at least moving very slowly to our 340 degrees. While this was a prime target, our orders are to be weathermen
for now. My men crave the chance to break the back of a ship, their willingness to get into the thick of it makes me proud.


[4 September 1944] Still no luck with the radio. My men are going to be scouring the ship for parts to fix it, but for the mean time it is worth noting that
the radar operator reported the ship from yesterday remains in the same position since it was spotted. I observed the plotting table, mostly blank except with a
mark where the ship was spotted. Against my better judgement and to let the men see some real action, I have the order to steam to the odd ship, and for
everyone to get ready for some real combat.

>>31980269
"Oh, don't think that. I'm actually fucking livid," she said, with a saccharine smile, "but on the inside."

"O-okay..."

She let out a laugh she'd been stifling. "No, I'm not mad. Stop being like that. Again. My own fault." She kissed him on the cheek. "I mean, normally I'd have just punched you in the nuts right there. But you know, the anger management and all that." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

He still seemed somewhat unconvinced that she wasn't going to hit him in some manner, so she wrapped her arms around him and lay back down on the bed, pulling him down with her. "Let's just cuddle for now," she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I'll help you work on that stamina of yours. You'll get there eventually."

He nodded slightly and put his arms around her as well, and they settled in together.

"Remember, I still love you," she said, giving him a light kiss.

"I love you too," he responded, hugging her just a bit tighter.

And so, they rested.

>will do more tomorrow hopefully, for now the lewding is done

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>>31980115
>>31980183
>>31980338
>>31980440


This is fantastic so far, please keep going!

>>31980637
I tired to upload this uboat layout I had, but it was too large.

Here, if anyone's interested
https://my.mixtape.moe/mjyydy.jpg

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>>31980269
Dave... bruh...

>>31980511
Dave...

I can't even post tonight. Blame Dave. He has failed us all.
>for the last time
"Ahww.. Dave ist a pure! It vas his first time~"

>>31980440
[5 September 1944] We moved in at decks awash, slowly creeping up to the contact, ready to pounce. It was impossible to see in the current fog, but we had its
heading and we continued on course. Eventually I was notifies that the watchmen had spotted the ship, and I immediately sounded the alarm for the boys to
get to action stations. The submarine exploded with activity, of sailors barking and recieving orders, of men donning their gear, the deck crew burst from
the hatch like hungry dogs being set free from a cage to attack a wounded animal. I ordered the boat be surfaced, and the eager deck crew descended from the conning
tower and onto the deck to man the deck gun and the flak cannons. We surged forth, ready to attack, I had my helmet on and was ready myself to see what this
submarine could do. As we neared the ship, the flag of the United States could be seen wafting on the back, but something was obviously amiss. The lights were
off, there was no yankee deck crew, no alarms, nothing. It was just a ship, dead in the water. Silent. It will take me a while to decide what to do...


[6 September 1944] We fired on the ship, after having moved away to a safe distance, one shot was fired over the deck as a warning, and after 15 minutes of
silence, the next shot was fired into her side, exploding and ripping apart the thin, bolted steel. I watched as fragments of metal were blasted into the
sea, but still no reaction. It was obvious that this vessel was abandoned, but why? Either way, it is not strictly my duty to find out, but my first mate
is insisting we board the vessel to plunder it for supplies or indeed, a replacement radio. Admittedly it was not a bad idea, and getting a radio operational
was of critical mission importance.

>>31980511
Be me be a social retard..
Will never score with girl.
But that doesn't matter anyway..
Have CNS issue with sensation.
I have cut my hand around .5 inches deep while cutting tubing. Barley felt it.
Issue getting off takes more energy then any women could hope to supply...

>>31980659
[7 September 1944] The boarding party was formed and ready to board. There were crew nets on either side of the ship, which was identified as an American Liberty-
class cargo vessel. 134.5 meteres long, moved at 11.5 knots at the very highest, capable of transporting over 10,500 tons of cargo. It also had a crew of about 60.
So where did all the crewmembers go? Perhaps another submarine offered for them to surrender but for some reason never sank it after they did. Very strange. The
top order is to seize a radio first and foremost, anything else comes secondary, and no trophy hunting, we are proud Kreigsmarine Sailors, not barbarians.


[8 September 1944] During the events of the boarding, the following was found: A radio, the parts of which could be compatible if not, wholly able to replace our broken
one, several tins of sweets and cookies from America, including personal food items the sailors owned, maps and charts depicting the routes of yankee merchant vessels
and some destroyer patrols, and the Captains log. What an excellent haul, I am most pleased with my men's ability to scrouge all of this up. I shall take a crack at
the American captain's notebook while updating my own. I have also decided to allow my men to enjoy and tour the American vessel, but not to wander off.

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>>31980659
>expected uboat story
>got spooky instead
>mfw

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>>31980511
>tfw my name is also Dave
>I have the opposite problem of fictional Dave.
I want to laugh, but I got far more looks of disappointment from the last two girls I dated.

>>31980779
[9 September 1944] A truly disturbing account. The American vessel, named the "Pepper", had been heading back to the United States after dropping off its load of war
materials to the British. After a dinner service on the 14th day of leaving, crewmen had begun acting irrationally and violently to other crewmembers, there is even
an account of an officer fatally stabbing another with a marlin spike. These acts of random violence continued to intensify ten fold as it had spread throughout the yankee ship.
What in the world could have inspired such a horrible thing? In the last parts of the American's notebook, he simply wrote: "To my wife, Delores, and my wonderful Son
Nathaniel, I am sorry I am leaving you now, but the cold waters of this sea are a better fate for me than being on this ship a day more." God in heaven, what a terrible
fate...


[10 September 1944] Feeling that we had just about scavenged everything useful off the American husk, and my mounting discomfort with the ghost vessel, I logged the sighting
in my combat journal and sailed away. I told my boys the fate of the ship and her crew, and an air of somber darkness settled on their faces. I ordered tube 1 to be flooded,
and gave the command to fire. After a breif minute, the American hell ship lifted up amidsips and exploded outwards like a rose made of fire and metal. It was beautiful
in a twisted pyrotechnical way, and a way of denying the enemy re-use of their ship should they manage to find it. The diary of the enemy captain, god rest his soul, I shall
hold onto as a keepsake.

>>31980832

This seems awfully familiar. Wasn't there a horror movie very much like this story?

>>31980832
[11 September 1944] Finally! The radio has been made operational by splicing parts from the captured American equipment into ours. The man who did it, a young lad by the name
of Hans Ulrich, has been granted the title "Frankenstein" by the crewmembers, and he has taken it to heart. It is back to the typical jovial antics of the crew as we continue
on our mission, which was admittedly going far better than I had planned. Sent to go look at clouds, rack a "kill" on our belts! Jokes aside, my dreams after the sinking were
plagued with a collection of nightmares about the American crew. I decided to pray for their souls, hoping they found peace in heaven. After all, what point is there in
wishing suffering and damnation on your enemy? None, I say.


[12 September 1944] My decision to sink the cargo vessel may get us all killed. As I write, our friend from before has shown up again. Damn my rash action, I am ordering
my boys to prepare for another round with this destroyer, and we go through the motions. Cat and mouse, except the mouse has a trick or two up his sleeve. The situation at
hand demands my full attention, I will make an entry when I can.


[13 September 1944] Destroyers are a submarines worst enemy, armed to the teeth with any number of devices designed to kill you, drown you to the depths of the sea where
recovery is impossible. The single greatest threat to any submariner is the light and fast "tin can" and their often tenacious and saber swinging captains. This boat is no
exception, as the captain of this particular vessel has been chasing us through the day, into the night, and in the morning he is still in hot pursuit of my ship and my
boys. If only I could find a way to fool him long enough to put a stern torpedo into his sides or his stern...

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>Old gentleman orders in a Henry Repeater Golden Boy
>Picking it up
>"Oh lord no, im never going to shoot this."
>"Probably going to stay in the safe till I pass it down."
>mfw

There is no greater hell. Writefagging about WG trapped in safe for 20 years when

>>31980511
Man, Chris creeps me out a little.

Too rage-y.

Without going into too much detail, I was raised by a combat vet who had huge rage issues, and this reminds me of those a little.

>>31981006
that's the reason she's been alone for such a long time

>>31980985
Guard pls

>>31980985
The hope is what would make that one bad. There's an end, so they don't end up just zoning out or accepting their situation. Makes it more real.

>>31980939
[14 September 1944] Like an intricate ballet to the death between two knights of old, our ship and the destroyer fought fantastically for hours and hours, stretching the whole
day. Failed depth charge attack after failed attack, missed torpedo after another, we battled and scrapped with the enemy like ferocious beasts, a sneaking, silent serpent
lshing out at a rabid fox for what seemed like a century. We had managed some incredible manouvers and escaped by none but the skin of our teeth, but my boys, my boys did
me so proud, we escaped the enemy once more, and are on our way back home to port after completing our patrol. I shall give him the time to stamp his feet and curse, in the
mean time, we will remain submerged moving slow for 24 hours to remain unseen.


[15 September] A combat submarine is a lot like a factory floor. cramped, compact machinery and men moving and shifting in between it all. Every man with an important job
that keeps the machine running, keeps us alive. There is a major difference between a combat submarine and a factory though. At this moment, the combat submarine is dead quiet.
Like a graveyard or the inside of a church. Not a peep, not a squeak, even footsteps are taken softly and the men move like mice across a kitchen floor. We were found, once
more, and the maddening pinging of enemy sonar was grasping down into the inky depths, trying to find us, violently searching, feeling...

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>>31980985
Why not just have them go into some form of stasis until their woken up?

>>31981006
>>31981023
So then is it bad if I kinda like Chris's personality? Should I seek actual help?

>>31980985
I would think she'd sleep most of that time away. However, falling asleep does take time...

>>31981055
I always think that's what cosmoline is for.

They eat a bunch of it, or get slathered in it, they go into a food-coma, and bam.


Except in that one story I wrote about the AK pistol. In that universe that's not something that happens.

>>31981110
Yeah, a girl who takes a little initiative in general, and in the bedroom, can be fun.

A girl who's abusive is another story.

>>31981110
>anon seeking tsundere for LTR, bully, mad occasional gut shot

>>31981051
I like this.
I like this a lot.

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>>31981120
>I'll just take a nap
>I'll get brought out some day
>Just... a short nap...

>>31981051
[16 September 1944] This has gone on long enough, it is time for action. My plotter and weapons officers have poured over what was once a blank sheet of paper, filling it with
numerous scribbles and sketches, mathmatical equations and calculations made off the top of their head, fast as a bullet. Eventually they came to me with their compliation
of numbers and figures that confirmed my theory. We are going to move in a straight line, let the destroyer follow our course, then we will dive to a lower depth and after
it has passed over us, we will conduct an emergency surface and fire a full volley of torpedos with multiple random solutions at an angle to try to hit the bastard.
This requires my full attention, and I will make another entry when I can...


[17 September 1944] As I write this, U-925 is settling on the ocean floor. I have failed my boys and I have failed my country. My anguish has yet to subside, I will elaborate
in time on the events of the previous day. God help us.

>>31981110
Just gonna put it out there that you probably like the idea of a girl with Chris's personality. In reality, she'd probably come across as extremely difficult to be around with.

>>31981051
Loving this so far, subfag

>>31980654
How many men were usually stationed on a U-boat? That seems quite a bit smaller than I had imagined they would be.

I feel kinda retarded now, but I didn't know U-boats were subs until now.

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Would anyone be interested in a /k/ Halo fanfic? I've recently got back into it and kind of want to write some.

>>31980511
How long until Chris gets cucked and dave gets laid by a QT monstergrill?

>>31981277
Not really a fan of the setting.

>>31981278
Well he did almost get his ass destroyed by a sasquatch...
>>31981236
>like the *idea* of a girl with Chris's personality.
You're probably right, doesn't help that the girls I've dated have been the straight laced church girls, and i didn't know how to corrupt them.

>>31981277
maybe. you have the benefit of an existing world and universe so no wroldbuilding is needed, but its not the most k of video game franchises.

would you d something like with doom anon, (who fucking disappeared), where you follow a known story but narrate the guns?

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>>31981315
The thing with Halo is that it could be made /k. Especially fighting against Innies and stuff. Personally I'd prefer fighting against the Covenant but you'd probably prefer reading about human vs. human shit.

>>31981277
I'm down as long as the setting is halo 1-3 and/or Fall of Reach/First Contact.

>>31981315
I know it's not thought of often, but the games, and especially the book, and /k/ as fuck. Hard military sci-fi. It's some great ship.

>>31981226

[18 September 1944] The angle was just right, everything had been so carefully planned. We thought that this was the last kick that would end this duel so we could just go home.
I had anticipated the use of depth charges by our enemy, but we were in their baffles so there was no way thy could have spotted is. It was just blind luck for them, although
what does it matter now? The torpedoes failed to make their mark, and before too long we were thrown about by the explosions of depth charges, blasting the black waters
around us and shaking the sub like mad. The first compartment to go was our engine rooms, saltwater blasted through the seams of the interior hull torn open
by the blasts. The water filled up the diesel rooms, causing a number of bursts and exploded gauges, knocking the engineers down and what I hope was quick, drowning them.
The electrics came after, water gushing into the battery room and flooding it completely. Aft torpedo compartments are cut off from us, and we hear the desperate knocking
from them, and their muffled pleas for help. Every hour is a test of my soul. My boys, my bright German boys are dying so horribly and I cannot save them.


[19 September 1944] It was evening this day when the knocking faded and the pleas quieted down to silence. God, please help my men, if it it is our time, welcome them all
to your kingdom, even Ensign Hummel, who doubted and spoke ill of you, you may send me to hell in his stead, amen.

>>31981329
dont personally give a shit really who mc is fighting, was mainly wondering about execution of storyline.

hearing about things from mc's point of view but narrated weapons could be intriguing, but given that ai's exist, would they converse with cortana?

or how would they be accepted by society/the mc? as a single incident? something 117 sees from years of neural implant abuse with a rampant ai?

just wondering how you; flesh it out is all.

>>31981347
i dont deny that the writing and games can be k, just not a commonly thought of thing and trying to figure out how geists would fit in. not shitting on the idea, just trying to help flesh it out a bit more.

i mean when shit runs rampant we get some odd stories that could've been better easily with minor critique.

>>31981277
I would read and more than likely enjoy it. I think a halo waffegeist story would pretty interesting.

>>31981329
>>31981387
Halo: Contact Harvest style where a poor planetary conscript bonds with his raifu while fending off the unbeatable hordes of aliens as the planet is slowly glassed when?

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WRITERS.BLOCK.

>>31981431
Sounds like you might need some strong alcohol?

>>31981381
not the halo anon, but I feel like some waffengiests could be products of forerunner mcguffin technology.

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>>31981381
Not really looking for a geist thing. I do want to explore general themes of how even a well adjusted SPARTAN is viewed by society, his views on the war, on interacting with people, basically being a guinea pig, etc. Good /k/ combat though when it does come in though.

>>31981441
DAMN IT /WFG/, ALCOHOL WILL NOT SOLVE ALL YOUR PROBLEMS.

At this point, I'm surprised any of the other writefags are sober.

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GF feels will mostly be provided by an AI for Halo btw. I've always wanted to explore that after watching Ex Machina and Her.

>>31981454
>I'm surprised any of the other writers are sober.

Is anyone here sober?

>>31981454

I don't drink when I write.

>>31981482
I am, but then again, I'm not writing and I'm poor.

>>31981454
ALCOHOL SOLVES EVERYTHING. IF ITS NOT SOLVED GET MORE LIQUOR.

>>31981430
honestly i think that could go well but has room for failure.

>>31981443
i had a similar thought too.

>>31981448
so similar to what diary anon has done with the organization except, im gonna assume, more human feeling characters and some sort of third person and self relfection?

>>31981486
if you did maybe we could get more lewds.

>>31981482
dont plan to be for much longer.

>>31981372
subfag here, ill be back soon

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>>31981482
im soviet tier drunk

>also as of this post all of sheps stuff is up to date

>>31981472
Aw yiss, I love me AIs.

>>31981492
>I'm poor.
I feel ya friend, I've learned to love the taste of $10 half gallon vodkas.

>>31981567
Well, given bills coming up, I don't even think I could afford me some $10 anything.
And I don't get paid for a week.

>>31981512
Subfag here, im back again, if yall want, I could write a series that involves more ships and more romance, after this is over.

>>31981648
Shit man, I feel ya. After rent, a shake, and some supplies to refinish my mosin stock, I have $15 until Friday.

I'm poor, and make bad financial decisions.

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>>31981431
You can do it Construct, just think. Or try thinking from a different direction.


It's like a house of cards, just walk around it and look at it from different angles until you come up with your solution.

>>31981482
I-I don't d-drink

>>31981691
beans and rice.

>>31981372
[20 September 1944] The situation is bleak. There is no possible way to access the engine room to get them operational again, as well, we are running out of supplies, and
the diesel food was all in the engine room, so thats no good. we do have the spoils taken from the American ship, candies, chocolate, cakes and bread. I suppose it would be cruel
to deny the survivors a sweet escape from the reality of our situation, as well, the bread looks rather appealing.


[21 September 1944] The survivors, 34 men exactly, gorge themselves on the food left by our American foe. it did not take much to fill their shrinking bellies. I myself
had greatly enjoyed their chocolate, lemon cakes, and hard fruit candies. I let my boys have the run of the baked goods, as they deserve it, for all their hard work. Im fading
a little, but I must keep strong, for the men.

>>31981670
I mean, I wouldn't be opposed to reading a story about a submarine that falls in love with it's captain or something

>>31981783
n...not what I meant

>>31981431
I know that feeling. I hate trying to set up the environment of an area.

>>31981724
Believe me, I eat plenty of rice. A grandmother of a friend occasionally gives me cans of corn, or green beans, and a box of macaroni I always look forward to a feast of Mac n cheese with veggies.

>>31981670
>>31981763
I was worried that last post was the end. I'm really liking this story, it's giving me some mysterious vibes.

>>31981796
Don't play coy with us subfag, you can be honest here about your U-Boat lust.

>>31981763
Pretty sure I know what's happening, but we'll see.

>>31981763

[22 September 1944] There is nothing to report. There is no hope of getting out of this submarine and onto shore. I dont know why we are holding on for our last seconds on earth.
Some of my boys are having cramps, probably from gorging themselves so much last night, but I cant and dont blame them for doing so.


[23 September 1944] The problems with the men continue, along with cramps, some are feeling sick and have been vomiting constantly. I think there must have been something in the food,
who knows how long that American ship was adrift? That food could have been months old...

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>tfw having to fill out the main characters instead of getting to the /k/ bits

I mean, the characters will be much more relatable and fleshed out then if I don't, but still...

>>31981976
That's why I try to keep it like in Hotline Miami; there is the plot parts and then there's the kill everything parts. Keeps things nice and easy for me to structure everything.

>>31981694
>doesn't drink
What are you a mormon?

>>31982020
No, I just save it for only special occasions.

Killed a lot of my family back in the day, over time.

>>31982020
Stomach hurts too much to drink right now.

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It's too big to post here. Should I split it into parts or post it somewhere else? This is also only the beggining btw. More will come later but it's getting late here. I just wanted to set up the protaganist and to a lesser extent the AI right now.

>>31982066
Pastebin + splitting it into parts is what most of us do.

>>31982020
studying and depression are the killers for me tonight. not alcoholism. drink for me in my stead.

>>31982066
so we doing a spartan, a civvie? this pre harvest? pre reach? post halo 3?

>>31981966
[24 September 1944] The ships chaplain is doing a good job at keeping the boy's spirits up, throughout the vessel guitar music and singing can be heard as the men live
their lives in vain of the situation at hand. I admire their bravery. Meanwhile, the sickness is taking its toll on the boys. 12 of them are laid up, and a section of the
enlisted quarters has been converted into a hospital of sorts. Doctor Keitel is working overtime trying to make the men comfortable, although that was hard enough without
the looming impending death that we are condemned to. I gave up my quarters to comfort a younger sailor who is suffering tremendously from the bug, and will be sleeping in
the fore torpedo room with the other officers that survived.

[25 September 1944] A fight broke out between two men in the sick bay. Matrose Tannenberg and Matrosengefreiter Klebbel had an argument over one apaprently "stealing the other's girlfreind".
In the insuing argument and scuffle, Klebbel had bitten and punched Tannenberg so badly the area was spackled in blood. Tannenberg was moved as far stern as we could
manage and Klebbel is being interred in a makeshift brig until we can figure out what the hell is going on. This is not the time to be turning on eachother.

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>>31981431
Sounds like you could use a drink.

>>31981454
Wrong.

>>31981486
[stares in southern]

>>31980985
My favorite is when customers say, "oh no, I only need one box of ammo. Hopefully I'll never shoot it."
>blue cartridged

>>31981537
>soviet teir drunk
Good man. Let me catch up.

Debating whether or not to update Light My Fire tonight or tomorrow night...

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>>31982082
Spartan, post-harvest.

>>31982079
10-4