/wfg/ - Writefag General - "Welcome to Erf" Edition

>>31984953

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

Sub-fag
http://pastebin.com/us9M9dWt

Sierra 114
http://pastebin.com/u/Sierra114

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

>>31984957

EchoFiveSeven
Gun spirits
http://pastebin.com/PpjUvW5k

Not Enough War (ongoing)
http://pastebin.com/eX5whkzm

10/22 (ongoing)(updated)
anon gets a raifu and misc stories
http://pastebin.com/uH6v780b

DBW
Anon gets KSG, roll for sanity loss
http://pastebin.com/r6REt9Gt

It Ain't Me- Fortunate Sons
Sticks and Stoners(ongoing)
what we lost (feels)
What we found (even more feels)
http://pastebin.com/NKvM2Gcs

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

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

Autist-kun
http://pastebin.com/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)
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556X51 stuff
http://pastebin.com/u/556x51NATO

Ak 4OR (ongoing)
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Tacticalchucks (ongoing)
Chucks and Erica
Down the Road, Over the River
http://pastebin.com/u/Kolt1911

A. Shephard
Small zone of confort
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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

>>31984961

Some Guides and tips
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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

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Have fun, and happy writefagging.

>that's a big sticky
>4u

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reporting in, i have like 2.5 pages now. Gonna do a bit more and then post it all in a big heap. Soon!

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Etiquette rule with a new chapter of Red Flame Lilly: At the theater the gentleman should take the outer seat; but if this is the best for seeing or hearing, it belongs to the lady.

http://pastebin.com/EhZh6Y3h

>>31985067
10 tea and crumpets outta 10

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U-925

[Okay, brace yourselves, JT incoming]

“Going all seductive, are we?”
¤ Please don’t look at me like that. The tank needs a crew. And by the way he looked at the Jagdtiger…
“Hey, not saying what you did was wrong. And yeah, he did look kinda funny”
¤ If he wants to join, i can teach him. And maybe he won’t beat me
“Well, as long as Lily is around, no one will”


Natalya goes silent and lowers her head a little


“We got you. Don’t worry”
¤ That is comforting, yet i regret to have to say it is also uncomfortable. How can i take care of a crew and a tank if you have to care for me
“That should be a problem of the past. You pick your crew now”
¤ I just wish i had more time
“Well, everyone does. Time is the only real enemy. By the way, you’re the one who has been around since ‘45, not me”


>You two, i think you wanna hear this
“Wait a second, what is that in your hand?”
>Don’t look at me like that!
“You’re using a tablet. Wow”
>Oh shut up, you. Anyway, i looked up what the guy said, and it’s some state sponsored thing with the tank training. They have lots of people wanting to train, but the machines are often mismatched and too small, and there are not enough actual tanks to use....
“Wait a second now…”


Lily looks up as if she just realized what she said


“You mean to tell me there is a bunch of people that have done basic training for tanking and have no vehicles to use”
>not exactly, but… Yes


The three of you are silent for some time

¤ The depot…
>There was 20 or so vehicles almost fixed, including the MBT that just needed some software help, and another… 80 or so in repairable condition. It’s brilliant. They repair the vehicle, earn the trust of…


Lily stares towards you, one eye half closed


>...her, and then we have another 60 steel hulled tanks and about 30 Sheridans, and some odd ones
¤ yes, and i don’t think the people there are going to be much of a problem, after what you did to them!
>I only did what was necessary
“You two, calm down. I understand that this sounds like some 5th grade perfect matchups stuff, but how are you going to explain… well, what you are?”


Silence.


“I mean it is going to looks somewhat suspicious to others, isn’t it? Especially when there is up to a hundred vehicles, all with a girl in them”
¤ It was not all. I’d say maybe 70%
>Something like that, yes
“Anyway, uhh… times are different now and people have different interests for different reasons, and we might get away with…”
>If you say what i think you are about to say, i will punch you
“I didn’t even say anything”
>But you thought about it. Don’t try your luck
“Alright, miss mind reader, i’ll keep my mouth shut, you just come up with a better idea”


Lily looks troubled. On the one hand, those tanks needs to be put to work. On the other, there is a secret she is very keen on not revealing. Fair enough there was a little tank expert found in some, if not most old WWII and early cold war vehicles, and something could be lied up by the little protector of that tank at that time, but if there was 70 of them at once, someone is bound to get suspicious. And maybe someone will do what Lily did and tell the truth. And while it would be nice to have someone to discuss these girl with, it might be for the best if you don’t.


‘I think we’re finished here, care to give us a pull?’

A very muddy man stands at the back of the Jagdtiger with a shovel in his hand


“Yeah, sure, we were just talking here. We’ll be right along”


Three tanks were needed to pull the Sherman out of the hole. And if the M60 brought a lot of mud with it, the Sherman brought up an entire pit. You watch the crew tend to their vehicle, before deeming it satisfactory, hopping in and heading back to the base. On the way home, you thought about how easily you could see how long someone has been around tanks. The less experienced tend to sit inside the vehicle while traveling. Those who have been around for longer usually sits half or entirely outside the vehicle. A little like you do now. On the right hand side, at the front of the superstructure, with legs tangling inside through the commanders hatch. Lily say on top of her hatch, just to the left of you. Sometimes she would crawl over and lie down with her head in your lap, you you could give her a little more attention. And with those eyes staring back up at you, that warm smile… You couldn’t really say no. But right now, there were other people around, so Lily settled for just a little smile to you every few minutes.


>Hey Anon?
“yeah?”
>We have quite a lot of things to do when we get home…
“We do. And i think we have to head to the depot some day to see what happened there”
>Not just that. The Panzer IV in the woods is still bugging me. The whole thing was so off it was just silly. And why were the idler wheels missing? They are not light things or anything, you can’t walk away with them
“So they should be nearby the tank?”
>Should. But as i said, none of that makes sense. Also, we should see if Natalya needs a hand with her-
¤ I will do this on my own. You have things to tend to

Natalya has been sitting on the engine cover for the trip, leaning her back against the back of the superstructure, out of sight for the both of you. The conversation dies a little from there, and you resign to just thinking and Lily tries her best to fill in the gaps where the driver is too rough with the gearbox


When you arrive at the base, there is a lot of commotion there. Lots of army vehicles, but seemingly no combat vehicles. Thank god for the US army supply chain. There are so many trucks, carrying fuel, food, spare parts, and most importantly, ammunition. One of the trucks stands next to where the Jagdtiger is usually parked, near the end of the “parking lot”. A tired but clean shaven man in his mid 20s looks down in some papers until the engine is shut down and goes silent. The man looks up at you


‘I take you are the commander of the vehicle?’
“Yeah, i am. Name is Anon, pleased to meet you”
‘I’m priv- augh, just Bob, okay?’
“Sure, Bob. What do you have for me today?”
‘The army seems to be very keen on giving you every kind of ammunition it has. Come down here, i’ll show you”


Lily has sneaked up behind you, and her eyes are glowing like tracers in the night when the man reveals the contents of the truck.


‘So, i’ll just explain what kind of shells you have now. Since this thing has one of the biggest guns around, the brass was very keen on using it as a test bed, so i’ll start with AP, which you have like 5 or 6 types of’
>y-yes…

The man looks at Lily, looking somewhat concerned. But drooling girls are better than having to carry shit, so he keeps going


‘These are pretty much the same ones the gun fired in last great war. Pretty much same everything, but with a slightly bigger bursting charge, the have a single red stripe’


The man points at the tip of the shell


‘Twin red stripes means solid AP shot. Made out of “very hard metals”. It has no bursting charge, but will shatter after penetration, or before if you fire it against a mountain or something’


Lily nods and scribbles everything down in her notebook


‘Oh, forgot to say, all kinetic projectiles uses the heavier, light colored powder charge’
“So you have more kinetic projectiles”
‘yes, another… 4 types. Two kinds of discarding sabots, the one with white stripe is a little heavier, lower velocity. The one with black stripe is very light, same kind of penetrator that the NATO 120 mm guns use, or was it used… Anyway, you will get an insanely high muzzle velocity with that one’


Lilly giggles


‘And for reasons i don’t understand, they have also given you a small quantity of hollow points, and what appears to be two solid lead projectiles’


Lily is almost skipping now, her feet arm moving, even is she is standing still


‘That’s it for the kinetic rounds, you also have three kinds of chemical rounds, all firing the lighter powder charge that is a little darker in color. You have HE-Frag, HEAT and HESH’


>This is going to be sooo much fun!!


The man looks with a somewhat worried expression on lile


“Erm, you know, gunners…”


You try a stale chuckle as you begin unloading the truck

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and that's all for me right now!

hope you enjoyed and as always, leave a comment if you liked/ didn't like something

>HE frag

Oh god, this is going to be awesome.

It's really good fluff.

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[Joeseph Alder] I am meeting with RAF veteran Lieutenant Daniel Sykes, a Spitfire pilot during World War 2. He
has had some interesting claims about his service and I offered to do an interview to listen to his story, and
the story of his Squadron.


[Joeseph Alder] So, Lieutenant, tell me about yourself...


[Daniel Sykes] Not much to say honestly, I was uh...born in Bristol in 1917. My father was a pilot during the
first war, and that I feel got me very interested in aeroplanes and flying aeroplanes. I was a young man when the
second one started, and I remember hearing about how the nazis were doing dreadful business in Poland and other places,
and I thought that it was terrible, decided it was my turn to step up and serve, so I joined the Royal Air force on my 22nd
birthday.


[Joeseph Alder] So the war with Germany was on, and you were a young man that had just joined the RAF. Were you scared of going
and fighting the German air force?

>>31985335
[Daniel Sykes] (laughing) Actually I didnt think I would become a fighter pilot at all. Originally from what I understood, there
were already a great number of experienced lads that had flown an aircraft before, and I hadnt. It was disheartening but in war,
everybody has got to do their bit, so I bucked up and marched forth. Even If I couldnt do the job I wanted I could still at least
help my mates and brothers in arms that were pilots, and fight the Germans i..in that way.


[Joeseph Alder] So how did you become a fighter pilot?


[Daniel Sykes] It was uh...(he pauses, and looks out the window of the room we are conducting the interview in, over the sea)...It was
an awful time during that war, in the opening years. We had lost so many flyboys to the luftwaffe it was becoming a challenge to
keep putting men in the air because there were so few left, we were, throwing everything and the kitchen sink at the Germans, so to speak. (laughing)
Eventually the situation had gotten so bad, yanks had started showing up in droves to join the Royal Airforce, it was astonishing seeing all
these American guys tring to get their chance to fight. And I met a few, they were always bristling with a kind of ferocious energy. Anyway, I
had met an American whose job it was to fly aeroplanes and dust off crops with chemicals..a uh...a crop duster.


[Joeseph Alder] Yeah..


[Daniel Sykes] And I told him about how I wanted to be a pilot and how proud I had been of my father and all, and he grabbed my shoulders, and I was a
shorter man by a margin and a half (laughing) and he looked at me with such a fierce sort of determination in his eyes, and he told, me, and ill never
forget this, he told me, "You wont get a damn thing done by wanting something, If you want to be a fighter pilot, then you get out and you do it." So
I uh...I did (laughing)

>>31985221

so it's just one shell of each special type?

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Just started Chapter 2

Should the SPARTAN-IIs have Naval rank as part of ONI, or Army/Marines? I know Noble Team had Army rank but they were attached to the Army.

>>31985363
[Joeseph Alder] Was the training rigorous?


[Daniel Sykes] Not in the way that those poor bastard in the Infantry's training was rough, but it was taxing in a different sort of uh...different sort
of way. I tell you, when I had told my flight sergeant that I wanted to become a pilot, he looked at me as if I had walked in with an axe in my bloody hands
covered in gore, oh my, oh dear did he (laughing) did he look at me with such a shock. But, he submitted my name and I was accepted into RAF flight School
that very same month. And that was uh, that was in September, and we had already given the krauts a good spanking, and whether ot not I would make it in
time for the Battle of Britain, I would still be a pilot and thats really all I wanted to be.


[Joeseph Alder] Describe the training camp...


[Daniel Sykes] RAF Halton is a training base in Buckinghamshire and I had a marvelous time there, I really did. It was a strange feeling having such a right
enjoyable service when there were others who were really losing their lives in the thick of it. Inside, I felt as if I wasnt doing my part, or at least wasnt
doing enough. So when we arrived I was damned determined to get my wings and get to fighting the nazis wherever they were. It was my duty.

>>31985371
Nein. Several. Usually tanks have no where near this many types of ammo, but it was given to the jagdtiger to act as a test bed, to what works and what doesn't . There are a few of each

>>31985392
I really like the way you write, it reminds me of excerpts from a book I have about tank crews in WWII.

>>31985392
[Joeseph Alder] What kind of things would you do at the camp?


[Daniel Sykes] Other than plundering the local town of their women? (laughing) We did marching, we learned about air combat and tactics on how to really get behind
the Germans and give them a taste of our guns and all that. We uh...we learned that the German fighters those yellow nosed bastards, those ones, had some
weaknesses here and there, and how to exploit them. We memorized photos of various nazi aeroplanes and the like. Beautiful birds in the hands of absolute bastards,
it was a shame such pretty planes had to be destroyed but thats what the war was all about I guess.


[Joeseph Alder] Did you ever get to see one of these German fighters in person?


[Daniel Sykes] More times than I care to bloody mention! (laughing and coughing) But uh, yes, at Halton they did show usa captured German aircraft, not the yellow
nosed ones, but the Stuka, insidious little plane that one is. It would descend on you straight down with that godawful siren whooping and wailing making all sorts
of terrible racket. It looked rather goofy when I first laid eyes on it, and there was a battle to get into the pilots seat to gett he full experience. I was
small and had managed to make my way to the top when uh...I....(trailing off, looking out the window)


[Joeseph Alder] Sir?


[Daniel Sykes] I had gotten on the wing and had opened the canopy when I saw that the glass had been pierced by a bullet. And although the RAF boys had cleaned all
the horrible bits of skull and brain, there was still this ig red stain in the cracks of the windows and on the seat and on the controls. Just awful stuff. I sat there
like a goon looking at it for a while before I jumped off the wing and let the other blokes have a go.


[Joeseph Alder] Didnt like the sight of blood?

Alright, here's the beginning of part 3.

http://pastebin.com/F4CTpM5C

Let me know what you guys think.

>>31985442
[Daniel Sykes] No lad, that I can take, I could handle seeing death and such, but the sight of all that blood kind of uh, hit it home for me that a man had died inside
that thing, first time I had actually seen any death and killing in the whole damn conflict, was at Halton.


[Joeseph Alder] Any interesting stories from the camp?


[Daniel Sykes] Well, theres the story of how I was able to trick a woman into falling in love with my sorry arse (laughing)


[Joespeh Alder] Oh do tell sir!


[Daniel Sykes] In town there was this bang on bar called the Old Tumble, and this place I tell you it really was a dive. A place mostly occupied by the RAF for all the
time it was open. Not that we were keen on it closing either. the lads had stolen the bar bell so many times that they eventually bolted it to the bloody cieling so
we would stop making off with it so they couldnt call it a night! Anyway, there was a girl that worked there, came up to about the base of my neck, brown hair that was all
frizzy and the best set of green eyes anyone could see or will see, and I swear by that son


[Joeseph Alder] She sounds beautiful...


[Daniel Sykes] Oh she was, had me melted and in pooling up in the palm of her hands. I was dead set on making this woman my bride, and I remembered what that American
bloke told me all that while ago. So I had to figure out how to make this absolute bloody bombshell want to talk to me, in a room full of strapping young fighters.
So I figured, the best way to start a conversation with someone in England in a bar, is to start an argument.

>>31985502
Let me know when you're done posting, mate. Don't wanna startin my shit in the midst of yours.

>>31985502

[Daniel Sykes] I had said uh, I had gotten her attention and pointed to the wallpaper behind her which was a sort of...wheatish yellow color, dreadful, and said something
along the lines of uh "Yellow is a bit shit of a color for wallpaper isnt it?" And oh, oh boy, I was not prepared for what I had just started. In that moment I realized that
I would have been more comfortable, taking on the whole bloody luftwaffe by my self because I do tell you son she lit my arse up like a bloody German fighter pilot. She, oh
god, she wrinkled her little nose and glared at me, and snapped something along the lines of uh "I guess you graduated from fucking art school did you, you snot nose little
prick, regular Leonardo are you? What color would you have it then, you maestro?"


[Joeseph Alder] Jesus


[Daniel Sykes] I uh..I had not heard something that fierce before, even my mates were absolutely dumbfounded by her hold on the profane. I had not even gotten the response
out of my mouth before she tore into me again, and That was when I knew that I had found the one. She was absolutely bar none perfect in every way. I asked where she got her
shitey mouth from, and he hit me with this line, and I wont forget it, as long as I live, "Me father was in the Navy being a real man unlike you, you hoighty flying
poofter with your cunty scarf and your cunty goggles"


(both laughing)


[Joeseph Sykes] So how did you salvage this whole thing, how did you spin it your way?

>>31985513
This will be a longer story so you can go ahead mate, I wont mind.

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>>31985550
Thanks broseph.
Chapter 1 of Kompanions

"Thank God it's Friday," you groan, climbing out of your truck. Suit jacket slung over your shoulder, you kick the door shut before walking around to the passenger side, opening the door for your passenger and offering her a hand. A chestnut haired Russian maiden accepts your assistance as she slides from the leather seat and onto the pavement, smoothing out her own business attire.

“Such a flatterer,” she says with a smile, Russian accent as thick as molasses.

“You know me, Sachi, always the Southern gentleman,” you tease with a wink and chaste kiss upon her hand. The Waffegeist of your Mosin Nagant giggles and playfully swats you on the cheek before heading up the stairs to your shared apartment. She pauses at the door, allowing you the honor of stepping into the abyss before her.

You follow not too far behind her, standing next to your comrade and staring at the door when you reach her. Your hand reaches for and rests on the knob, and you mutter a quick prayer to the Lord, asking for Him to give you strength. Taking a deep breath and turning the knob, you step across the threshold and brace yourself

“ANON’S HOME!”

Not even a foot in the door, you’re hit with a barrage of welcomes, ranging from the more traditional “welcome home,” to “my nigga,” and even a few consisting of “oniichan.” The last one spawns a mental note to restrict the amount of anime the smaller ones are watching, but before it can be mentally filed, no less than eight pairs of arms are wrapped around your midsection as you’re hugged by the Waffengeists of your pistols.

“Eloise, Penny, Sarah, Susan.” You greet each of them with a pat on the head as you try to untangle yourself from the gaggle of lolis trapping you. “I can’t hug y’all back if you’ve got me stuck here,” you chuckle. They release you, lining up with their arms outstretched towards you. You start with Eloise, your Glock 19.

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>>31985567
“Hallo, meine kleine Liebe,” you tease, picking her up for a hug and kiss on the cheek. She rolls her eyes and giggles at your attempt of appealing to her Austrian heritage. She returns the kiss and hug before you set her down, moving to the next in line.

“Have you been behavin yourself, Penny?” The LC9s in your arms huffs and crosses her arms over her chest, brow furrowed at the question.

“I wouldn’t misbehave if you stopped leaving me at home when you go to work, baka!”

“You know I can’t carry at work, Penny, otherwise I’d take you and Eloise every day.” You rub noses with the compact pistol and peck her on the forehead. “And I know you don’t want to sit in the glovebox all day.”

“But Sachi gets to go to work with you and she’s a rifle!” protests the sidearm.

“That’s because I’m his secretary,” the Mosin calls from the kitchen, where she’s standing with the other rifles while making coffee. The pistol harrumphs at this, but you know she’s just jealous because it’s not her turn tonight. You set Penny back down and tussle her hair before turning your attention to Sarah and Susan, your Smith and Wesson Models 67 and 10. While not actual sisters, the two were inseparable as if they were.

“And how’re my two lil’ cowgirls?” you ask, grunting as you scoop one into each arm. The two revolvers both kiss you on the cheek simultaneously, the brims of their Stetsons bumping into one another above your head.

“We’ve been practicing our spinning routine, Anon!” declares Sarah, a proud smile painted across her freckled face.

“We finally got the tag team part of it polished, we gotta show you,” adds Susan, enthusiastically nodding.

“Hell yeah, y’all definitely gonna have to show me.” You bounce the two up and down a little bit to emphasize your eagerness to see what they’ve accomplished in their free time. “How bout tomorrow, hm?”

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>>31985576
“Awww, not now?” Susan pouts.

“C’mon Anon, please?” Sarah begs.

The two put on their best puppy dog expressions in an attempt to guilt you into watching their routine right then and there. You’re having none of that, though, and promptly threaten no ice cream after dinner. Before either can protest, Eloise pipes up.

“Schließen sie der Mund, bitte!” pleads your Glock. She is especially eager for the frozen desert, as it’s German chocolate. The revolvers sigh in defeat, accepting that they will have to wait until tomorrow to show you what they have come up with.

“Good girls,” you say, kissing both on the cheek. You then set them down with the other two pistols, the quartet of lolis then running off to their shared bedroom to play. You hope they find something not too destructive to pass the time, but you know well enough that’s a pipedream. Chuckling to yourself, you walk into the kitchen and lay your suit jacket over the back of a chair. Sachi, now leaning on the counter, offers you a cup of fresh coffee.

“And how’re my ladies?” you ask, accepting the cup and sipping on the steaming black gold. The bitter warmth of it livens your weary body from the long day at the office.

“Pretty good, homie,” answers Sam, your Hi-Point carbine. She walks over and raises her fist, which you instinctively bump with your own, beginning your simple yet above-average handshake that she had insisted on teaching you. Something about being “a real MvP, nigga.” The greeting ends with the two of you gently bumping foreheads, at which time you take the opportunity to quickly plant a light kiss on her nose.

“Damn honkey,” she grumbles, a faint blush playing across her face. She quickly pulls the hood of her Hi-Point hoodie over her head in an effort to hide her reddened complexion as she goes back to sitting at the table.

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>>31985581
“Hush, you know you like it,” you tease. She mumbles something along the lines of a reluctant agreement, but you don’t really catch it as another of your rifles approaches you.

“Welcome home, Anon,” purrs Lili. The AMD-65’s rabbit ears flatten as she leans forward to gently kiss your cheek, one hand lightly resting upon your chest.

“Evening, Lili.” You place your hands on the Hungarian’s slim waist as you pull her into a hug, returning the loving kiss to both of her cheeks. One of your hands slides up her back to her head, gently petting her lapin ears. A content sigh escapes her, urging you to continue the petting. “They give you much trouble today?”

“Not any more than usual, no,” she says, leaning into the petting. “The little ones kept occupied with either their Japanese cartoons, reading, or practice in the case of Sarah and Susan. Sascha has been watching Remi and Rouge most of the day, playing board games and such.”

“And Sam?” you inquire, glancing over to your wigger of a Waffegeist.

“She did her share, as always,” Lili states matter-of-factly. Sam sticks her tongue out at you in triumph, to which you respond with a raspberry. “Stop acting like a child,” Lili says with a laugh, placing a finger against your lips to stop your immature behavior.

“What’re y’all havin for dinner tonight?” You release your velveteen rifle as she moves to check the pots sitting atop the stove. You move to stand next to Sachi and begin running your fingers through her back length hair.

“Since it’s Friday and you won’t be here, I decided chicken tenders, mac and cheese, and some green beans.” She notices your raised eyebrow at her mention of the vegetable. “We may be firearms, but that’s no excuse to not enjoy some food that’s actually healthy.”

“Ever the loving housewife and mother of the group,” quips Sachi, grinning at her Eastern European compatriot.

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>>31985584
“Well, it only makes sense for me to do so, as you fill the role of the working spouse,” she says with a shrug and delicate smile.

“This is true. Anon sure is lucky he gets the best of both worlds, huh?” the Russian asks, playfully elbowing you in the side.

“So, my nigga, who’s turn is it tonight?” Sam slides back into the conversation from her spot at the table. Her voice carries a hint of hope that it will be her turn.

“Sascha’s, if I remember correctly,” you reply, finishing your coffee. “She’s given up her turn each time the rotation’s come back to her, so I’m hopin’ she’s had enough time to adjust. Besides, you just had your turn two weeks ago, dawg, don’t be so greedy.” Her face seems to falter a bit at your response, but she does her best to seem unfazed by it.

You walk over to the now disappointed looking Geist and wrap your arms around her from behind, prompting her to lean her head back. Her hazel eyes stare back into your own, unblinking as the blush from earlier slowly creeps back across her face. You lean down and plant a quick kiss on her lips, her face now a dark crimson.

“Doesn’t mean I love you any less, you little wigger.”

“Sh-Shut up, fuckin’ cracker,” she grumbles, again hiding inside of her hoodie. A muffled response of “Not like I was wantin it to be my turn, I was just wantin to know” comes from inside the pink pullover.

Sachi and Lili quietly chuckle at their fellow Geist’s reaction to your affection, but soon begin chatting with one another while the Hungarian tends to the food preparation. Not one for small talk, you excuse yourself and make your way to the rifles’ bedroom, where you find Sachi, your other Mosin, lying on her bed. She’s reading Antony Beevor’s Stalingrad for the umpteenth time while Remi and Rouge, your Nylon 66 and 10/22, play checkers on the floor. You lightly knock on the wooden doorframe, grabbing their attention.

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>>31985586
“Anon!” the two .22 rifles cry in unison.

They leap to their feet, board game forgotten as they both tackle hug you. While larger than the pistol Geists, they’re still only about the size of girls in their mid-teens, so you’re able to easily pick them up. One at a time, similar to the ritual earlier, you pull them into a hug and pick them up, kissing them on the cheek before. As you finish with them, you notice Sascha quietly standing off to the side, waiting to greet you. Hands behind her back, she’s staring down at her booted feet, the tip of her right one rubbing at a spot in the carpet.

“Rouge, Remi, give us a moment?” you ask the small bore rifles. The two nod and leave the room, giggling as they do so, knowing the reasoning behind the request for privacy. You shut the door behind them with before turning your attention to the shy, bubba’d 91/30 standing before you.

Well-worn blue jeans and camo hunting boots complement her tied-up t-shirt, her exposed midriff filling your eyes with the sight of her sun-tanned skin. As you approach her, she meekly looks up from the floor, the bill of her camouflage mesh hat pulled low enough to still hide those beautiful eyes that you long to look into. You reach up and pull the hat away, careful to not catch your finger on the large fishhook stuck to the bill.

“Hi, Anon,” she quietly drawls, her voice carrying a velvety fusion of the cotton fields of Dixieland and the harsh tundra of Siberia. You know her accent is a byproduct of her having been cut down into a hunting rifle, but you liken it to warm sunshine on a cool day in autumn.
“Evenin, Sascha,” you drawl, allowing your own Southern accent to flow as thick as cane syrup.

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>>31985598
You gently lay a hand on her cheek, holding her there as you stare into her dual-colored eyes. One, a deep, dark blue like that of the ocean, the other a shimmering amber comparable only to fresh summer honey. You feel like you could lose yourself in those pools mesmerizing colors, despite their being a side-effect from having her front sight post replaced, a new one welded on in place fallowing the cutting down of her barrel and stock. While her straw colored hair and she herself are shorter than her fellow Mosin, Sachi, due to her having been cut down, you can’t help but find beauty in what she considers to be imperfections.

“You know that tonight’s your turn for date-night, right?” you ask, leading her to sit on the edge of the bed. You sit next to her, laying a loving arm around her shoulders. She looks down to the floor, not meeting your gaze as she nods.

“Are you still not toon keen on the whole matter?”

She shrugs, an incoherent response just escaping her lips.

“I won’t force you, you know that,” you assure her, rubbing her shoulder. “I know you’re still getting used to being in a family that you don’t have to hide your non-weapon form, but know that we’re all here for you and love you like one of our own because you are part of the family.”

You stand, a little disappointed but understanding, and begin to move towards the door when your hand is caught in her grip. You stop, not even two steps from the bed, looking over your shoulder to find her looking up at you, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. You immediately turn to face her, but before you can ask what’s wrong she springs to her feet and latched onto you, quietly sobbing into your chest.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, Sascha, it’s okay,” you coo, slowly petting her back. “What’s wrong, darlin’?”

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>>31985605
She takes a few deep, ragged breaths as she attempts to calm herself while still clinging to you as if her life depended on it. You continue to rub her back, doing what little you can to console the weepy Waffegeist. After a few minutes, she finally is able to choke out what has her upset.

“W-Why are you so nice to m-me?” she whines, tears streaked down her cheeks.

“Why am I nice to you? Sascha, you’re one of my guns and I love my guns, y’all are my family.” You reach up to gently wipe her cheeks with your thumb.

“But I-I’m just a b-butchered piece of surplus,” she coughs. “Y-You’ve got S-Sachi, sh-she’s a perfect Mosin and I’m… I’m… “

You silence her before she can continue, your finger lightly pressed to her lips. You shake your head, sighing. “Sascha, sweetie, come here.” You lead her back to sitting on the bed, this time pulled into your laps. Her arms quickly lock in place around your neck, your own holding her close. She buries her face into the crook of your neck.

“Sascha, when Penny pointed you out to me at the gun show two months ago, three things caught my attention. The good price, the modifications made to you, and you know what else?”

She shakes her head, face not leaving your shoulder.

“How amazing you looked, despite having been bubba’d.”

“Don’t lie,” she whines. “I’m not worth anything like this.”

“Then why did I burn the cash on you, hm? I saw you in rifle form, and knowing you were a Geist, my mind was racing with the image of how you would look in human form.” You lean back, just enough to make her look you in the eye. “And honey, my imagination was nowhere near close to how wonderful you actually look.”

“Really?” Her eyes stare into your own, searching for any sign that you may be lying. The gleam of sincerity as you speak, however, reveals that you are indeed telling the truth.

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>>31985620
“Mhmm, really. You forget, Sascha, that even though we’re not in Dixie anymore, I’m still a Georgia boy.” You lean in, causing her to flinch out of fear, but she’s surprised when you instead kiss her cheek. “So to me, you’re my pretty lil’ country queen who brings me back home to the backroads that I grew up on.”

“I’m, um… flattered, Anon, I really am,” she breathes quietly, a faint blush playing across her face.

“With that being said, I wish you’d allow me to treat you as such. So, will you let me take you out tonight and treat you like my redneck Juliet?”

She’s red in the face at this point, she’s blushing so hard, but this doesn’t keep her from laughing at your words. You flash a goofy smile at her, happy to see her livening up.

“You’re so cheesy, Anon,” she laughs, shaking her head. “Fine, I’ll go tonight, so long as you promise to treat me like one of your Georgia peaches from back home. Deal?”

“Y’all ain’t got nothin to worry bout, sugar.” You give her your best copenhagen smile before leaning in to plant a quick kiss on her lips. As you go to pull back, though, she leans in for one more, kissing you back.

“Let’s go, then,” she says, jumping to her feet. “Let’s go burn it down!”


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End chapter 1

>>31985539
[Joeseph Alder] So how did you salvage this whole thing, how did you spin it your way?


[Daniel Sykes] I said... I had said "You can insult me but you wont insult my scarf you fleet brat! Ill have you know that this here scarf if a guaranteed night in the sack with
any woman I so choose!". This didnt blow over well, as she said "well you look like an absolute bloody goon about to get up to some buggery ta' me!". So I retaliated by telling
her that I could charm any woman into the bed, and she was no exception. Naturally she challenged me on this, so I made a wager, that if I could manage this, she would remain
mine, but if she won, I had to get a tattoo across my arse that said that the Navy was the best with a little battleship.


[Joeseph Alder] So were you confident?


[Daniel Sykes] Christ no, I was buggered. I had never even spoken to a girl before then.

uhm to polybus or whoever is doing archiving stuff, the chiappa stuff is gone

can't really remember where i left of...

>>31985685
I think the last thing you posted was a dinner scene and you told Anne not to clean the table I think?

>>31985685
the chiappa you did or the one anon chiappa did?

>>31985709
no, i remember that, but i was planning on taking up the chiappa stuff again. But it says this bin is gone for me

>>31985715
the one i did. Pastebin says it's gone

>>31985735
it still exists

http://pastebin.com/PWUHWj8K

>>31985637
Welp, you were right.
I have the diabeetus now.
Good work.

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For rape: child soldier. Never cannibalized.

>>31985642

[Joeseph Alder] So what did you do?


[Daniel Sykes] Well lad, I had chosen what battleship I wanted on my arse and went forth honestly. I met her two nights from that one, and we went out on a date. We had gone
to see a movie at the local cinema, all about the war going on, and by that time the Battle of Britain had ended but the war kept churning on. I did all the typical moves
and tricks and I completely bombed the whole thing, I was a clumsy mess.


[Joeseph Alder] Oh no, what happened then?


[Daniel Sykes] Well, before I dropped her off at her place, she had stopped me and asked why I got up to the whole stupid wager, and I told her, honestly of course, that I
thought she was pretty and wanted her to be mine, and, she uh, she laughed right in my face, dug the nail right in. I was almost out of training at that time, about to be
a full on fighter pilot so I had figured maybe it was for the best.


[Joeseph Alder] Oh...Im sorry sir.


[Daniel Sykes] She told me that I got an A for effort, and I didnt have to get anything tattooed on my arse if I didnt want to, and I made my wa back to RAF Halton a
defeated man.

Next installments of Damaged Goods incoming

Damaged Goods: Chapter 2 (cont.)

>The rest of the day was not the most productive, barely completing even half of your work
>Sleep deprivation chased by thoughts of Sophie’s meltdown proved to be far too distracting
>Yet somehow you managed to pull through until 5

>Normally, leaving work to go to the gun store would be something to be excited about, but this was not one of those times
>Your mind is filled with questions, but you know you can’t run in there and interrogate the guys; you’re going to have to select your questions carefully
>After a short drive you arrive

>Entering the store, you see Andy, the manager who sold you Sophie, busy with another customer, so you wander about for a bit
>Damn...of course there is no M2 AP…
>Browsing the displays a bit more, you come across the Wilson Combat springs
Beretta M9/92F/FS Duty Spring Kit
“These should help perk her up a bit…”

>Eventually Andy rings the man up and sends him on his merry way
>”Well you came back awful quick, hope everything is going well with your new Beretta, Anon”
“Ha, yeah things are going well, just thought I’d freshen up her springs a bit”
>Andy nods in agreement and starts to ring you up
“So, uh hey, you said those Beretta’s were all police trade-ins, right?”
>He gives you a mildly concerned glance
>”Er, yes...yes I did. We discussed it for a while, remember?”
“Ah, yeah…”
>This is not going at all like you saw it in your head
>momsspaghetti.png

>>31985783

Damaged Goods: Chapter 2 (cont.)

>Andy finishes ringing you up
>”Alrighty, anything else I can do for you bud?”
“Actually… Yeah. Those Beretta’s, what jurisdiction did you say they came from?”
>Another concerned, but now somewhat agitated glance is shot your way
>”I didn’t.”
“...Well do you know?”
>He make a quick visual sweep of the store, confirming it is only you two
>”I was only told they were police trade-ins, that's all I know.”
“Well if tha- Wait… what do you mean “That's what you were told”?”
“So some random guy came in and sold you a load of Beretta’s calling them police trade-ins and you take his word for it?”
>Now obviously upset, “Yes, that’s what the guy said, and I ain’t asking many questions when they were only $50 a pop. You want to know what I had for breakfast too Anon?”
“You weren’t afraid they were stolen?”
>”It was a LEGAL transaction. Don’t you think one of them would have said something if they were stolen? Who the Hell would even sell stolen guns to a shop anyway?”

>An awkward silence hangs in the air

>His expression now softened, “You feeling okay Anon… you’re looking like crap to be honest.”
“Yeah Andy, I’m good… sorry about all of the questions. I’ll probably see you next week.”
>”Alright, uh and Anon… I would appreciate it if we kept this conversation between us.”

>>31985794

Damaged Goods: Chapter 2 (cont.)

>With more questions than before now swirling in your head, your drive home begins
>Who would sell a shop used guns as police trade-ins
>Why for so cheap?
>Better yet, where did he get them from?

>Finally home…
>Shuffling your way through the front door, you make straight for your bedroom
>Just 10 minutes… that's all I need…
>Eyes barely staying open, you manage you make it to your room, closing the door behind you, shoes quickly kicked off.

>Phone alarm set, 10 minutes
>Bed…

>Your back to your bed, you allow yourself to fall back first into its’ sweet, National Sleep Foundation certified comfort

*POMF*

>You love all of your guns, but even you need these times alone sometimes.
“...”
>Your right arm seems to be draped over something soft and...squishy?

>”Gee Anon, I never knew you felt that way”, Shelly said rolling over, straddling you.
>You’re far too tired to even fight it
>”Ya know if you ever wanted to cop a feel you only need to ask.”, Her voice rich with sarcasm

>You crack an eye open just enough to see her face inches from yours, a few strands of her short sandy blonde hair brushing your cheeks, blue yellow eyes locked in on their target

“Michelle… why are you in my bed…”
>”What, forget about your little scare last night? It isn’t exactly easy to materialize to you like that. I’ve been wiped out all day. Being so badass takes some work.”

>She’s not wrong, materializing even only a few feet takes a huge amount of effort for a geist, and is a testament to the mastery of one's spirit

“Right, sorry about that.”

>Seems she didn’t expect an apology so quickly, you’re just not in any condition for playful banter

>”Soooo I can stay?”

>>31985799

Damaged Goods: Chapter 2 (cont.)

“This time yes.”

>Shelly is still hanging just over your face, no response

>”...”

“...yes Michelle?”

>”Erm...Anon? I know you don’t like to play favorites, or do anything that might make each other jealous...but could we just…”
>She lowers herself slowly, resting her body over yours.
>Her face nestled in the side of your neck
>”Just let me have this for once...it’s such a tease being your bedside gun every night…” she whispers in your ear

“...”

>”Please…”

“...”

“10 minutes, deal?”

>”Deal”

>Wrapping your arms around her lower back it’s only now that you realize she is wearing only a sports bra and…a pair of your athletic shorts

>Guilt begins to washes over you. You can’t remember the last time you took her out for a serious range day.
>Hell you can count how many times you have taken her out on one hand.
>No local ranges allow the use of anything but slugs for shotguns, and you’d go bankrupt trying to run that many through her, not to mention the consequences for your shoulder.
>This is what happens when you have more than a few guns. Some tend to get left behind sometimes.
>It’s a miracle that this is only starting to act out now.

“Michelle?”
>”Hmm?”
“I’d imagine leaning against the headboard all night must kept uncomfortable, right?”
>”Yes…?”
“...”
>”What?”
“If you ever want to sleep somewhere more comfortable at night… well my bed has plenty of room…”

>There is a momentary pause before you feel her squeeze a bit tighter against you.

>”Okay...”

“Just make sure to keep your hands to yourself”, you say, giving a playful nudge
>Ha, please, you couldn’t handle this anyway”

>>31985812
All I have for now. Writers Block was wicked last night. Hope to have more in the near future.

>>31985743
okay thanks. problem is chiappa is much harder to write, and it's also very dependent on me getting the comfy feelies. and... i don't really have 'em now

i'd rather do some of the other stuff right now, i take it that's okay with you guys?

either:
>meeting grandparents
>combat stuff
>finish up the lewdery

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Just finished up the first part of Chapter 2. I'll finish it after I eat and post it here.

>>31985376

Responding a little late, but from what I remember the ranks were mostly for show. Something about it making integration with regular forces easier. Don't quote me though.

>>31985855
Finish lewd, you were always good with that.

>>31985773
[Joeseph Alder] So sir, if you dont mind, what happened after that, with the war?


[Daniel Sykes] After my training was complete, we were shipped to Africa to join in the war effort against the Desert Fox. I was placed with Harpy Squadron, 7 Spitfire Mk.Ia
fighter planes done up in this desert camouflage. Our job was to provide air support to our boys on the ground, and at the time we were getting a right thrashing from the
Germans. When we arrived, we found out one thing about the African sun, It will either melt you, or it will make you stronger.


[Joeseph Alder] So what happened to you?


[Daniel Sykes] Well, our first combat action came rather quickly, we were scrambled into the air maybe a month after we arrived to provide ground support for a bunch of tanker
boys taht were pinned down by the Germans. So we loaded up into our airplanes and we took off towards the sky. We were being led by Captain Ian Spalding, who had been in Africa
for a while before us, and knew the enemy rather well. We looked sleek, I tell you, we were proper sharp. We could have taken on the entire Afrikacorps at that point.


[Joeseph Alder] So how was your first combat action?

>>31985855
Finish lewd, then go see the grandparents

>>31985992
>>31986003
alright, fuck it, i'm doing smut now

you asked for this

>>31985637
This is good.

This is how raifus should be treated.

>>31986001

[Daniel Sykes] It took a while for us to arrive on the scene of the attack, but when we did, we had seen a bunch of little tan shapes on the ground kicking up a load of dust,
the Captain identified these guys as our tanks, and there were little plooms of exploding sand and smoke all around them, there were a few uh, burning tanks behind them,
and we saw all the zig zags they were doing. About a half a kilometere from them was a small raised cliff with a German position there, artillery was being fired down onto
the tanks trying to move through the little uh, the little valley. There was one line of German anti tank guns, and a small bed of flak, it was just a scrappy outpost, but
the tankies ran right into it, and we had a job to do. The Captain gave the orders that we had to suppress the base so the tanks could get through, we started recieving this
big screen of flak fire that made a bunch of small black clouds pop up all around us, and every time one would appear, you would hear this loud cannon blast that would shake
you up. We dove down, below the flak fire, so low they couldnt actually see us, so low that if you looked behind you, you could see your plane was churning up a big blanket of
opaque sand. We flew right over the tank lad's turrets, and I could see one commander cheering us on, pumping his fist as his tank rolled forward. They depended on us and
we were not about to let him and his boys down. No sir.

>>31985389
They're Navy. Chief's nickname comes from his rank.

>Master Chief Petty Officer

"so when can we go some where?'
asked Bellalika

"What like a shooting range that isn't in my back yard" I said as I took a swig from my hard cider.

Stubs cut into the conversation "I was more thinking about seeing the town."

They both got together and stared at me much like their respective governments did at Poland in 1939.
"well I guess we can go out tomorrow night."
I stated wearily.
"but we will need to buy stubs some new clothes we cant have her walking around like a world war 2 reenactor."

"oh don't worry I already did that." stubs quickly responded.

"wait how did you buy clothes. where did you get the money" I said frantically as I imagined the bills from Hugo boss pilling up at my door.

Stubs responded "oh I used a bank account I knew about."
Wait you know about the Swiss bank accounts the Germans kept....

My thoughts of the untold stolen riches flooded my mind..

"and no you cannot use the money." stubs quickly responded.
"its for Geist only, think of it as a trust fund.."

"nyet, that money belongs to the Geist of the soviet union, you stole it."
Bellalika retorted.

"I thought you communist didn't believe in money." Stubs replied as she finished off her second Austrian beer.

Bellalika explained her reasoning " You don't know the first part about communism. You let the capitalist build the worlds info structure until it can support the proletarian revolution."

Then stubs interjected "so then you steal that info structure from the capitalist right, god damn commie thief watch out anon she might steal your equipment and money while forcing you into the gulag."

Bellalika glared at stubs then she grandly exclaimed " Anon and his country doesn't know what's best for them, only communism can save them."

Stubs gave a short chuckle and then said " No what anon and his country needs is a powerful leader, and a guiding ideology of national fascism, not some whishy washy communist ideology."

>>31986044
>you asked for this
Damn straight I did.

>>31986226
I am becoming increasingly concerned for my black ass as this conversation continues..

Then I decide to make a bold declaration.

I believe in the power of American Democracy and all her governing institutions.."

Both of the rifles looked at me with their choice alcohol in hand, and laughed..

"you Americans couldn't lead your way out of a paper bag since Kennedy died." Bellalika exhorted.
"if anything after Kennedy died we should have liberated the proletarian of this nation." She extoled with a look in her eyes that burned with the furry of Karl Marx.

"nein If we Germans had gotten our hands on America..."
Stubs paused mid sentence then spoke again.
"actually we had no plans for America, but I will assure you that if we did it would be better then what ever silly plans you communist had for it."

It was right then that my phone decided to ring.
I looked down at the number and realized it was my parents and stepped out of the room.
Leaving the two rifles to hypostasize about what their governments would have done if they had been able to take America over..

"hi its anon what's up?"
I said in a rather chipper tone trying to hide the fact that I had two rifles who apparently didn't believe in American democracy arguing in the room behind me.

Mother anon stated "apparently one of your dads friends past away.. Bill, remember him?"

I thought back oh yeah bill was the head of security at my dads job. he spoke with a funny accent. I think he was from south Africa I am not entirely sure about his backstory I vaguely remember hearing that he served in the military..

my mother replied
"Well any way apparently he left a rifle for your father but you know he cant shoot anymore after his shoulder surgery so he mailed it to you it should be arriving at your house tomorrow."

Slowly but surly it seemed guns were arriving at my door step..

" Tell dad I say thanks." I replied on my phone.

"okay anon stay safe." She replied and hung up the phone.

>>31986154
(Lt. Sykes clears his throat and continues)


[Daniel Sykes] We rose and descended on that German base like a tidal wave, we really tore them up. I was not thinking about killing men, but rather I was just trying to help
those poor soldiers in the tanks. When I got into position, I pressed the trigger button on my control stick and watched those machineguns light up, I felt the vibration and
heard the old din of the guns in my wings when they went off, it was quite a feeling. I practiced before, but this was for real. I looked down on the ground and watched my
tracers disappear into kicked up sand and dust, any car or piece of equipment, or uh...or man that got in the way disappeared into the kicked up sand screen.
It was...It was like the desert just swallowed them up.


(he takes a moment to collect himself)


[Daniel Sykes] We banked around and went in for another pass. The Germans couldnt even squeeze off a single flak shell at us, we attacked so quickly. On the second go, we
buzzed the base from a different angle and continued doing our work. I saw...I saw one group of Germans running away, but one tripped right in front of my line of fire,
the last I saw of him, he was trying to get up and reached out towards his comrade, who had stopped and looked like he was about to make a go. The bullets and sand swallowed
them both.

>>31986385

[Daniel Sykes] The third pass, one of the mates in my squadron, a man my age named Nicholas Gallivant, must have hit something important, because when he had completed his pass,
the ground underneath him swelled up like a balloon and exploded outwards, blasting man and metal everywhere. I was at his 8, and saw the whole thing. It was a fantastic
explosion, I could swear I felt the heat, and I saw the fragments from the whole thing tear through the German camp, flipping cars, tearing up tents, rendering men and horse.
At the time it was a fantastic sight, but now I feel sorry for those poor bastards. But it was a war, people die in war.


[Joseph Alder] An ammunition bunker?


[Daniel Sykes] Must have been, with so much fire and shrapnel and all...

>>31986342
"please let this rifle be American, or at least believe in democracy.." I quietly prayed..

So I went back to the room apparently the rifles had decided to build a pillow wall in between each other and had their backs up against it.

"what is going on now?"
I asked curiously.

"I am holding the line against this drunken German brute." Bellalika responded.

Then stubs replied
" No you are not sharing enough space on the sofa so I had to acquire more space."

It seemed as long as these two were alive world war 2 would never truly end..

"so apparently we have a new rifle coming to our house tomorrow, I want you two on best behavior alright."
I said this as I looked them both in the eyes.

Stubs replied immediately " Is it G-3 I really want it to be G-3." She said eagerly.

"no obviously anon has chosen something good and Russian its probably an AK of some type.." Bellalika replied..

"Actually I have no clue what it is I'm getting it for free." I responded.

As soon as those words left my mouth their jaws literally hit the floor.

"Anon you cant just let strange rifles into the house, I mean look what happened the last."
She looked glaringly at the Russian rifle.

The Russian stared back and replied to stubs " I for one support anon and his decision to have another rifle."

Oh god I see where this is going to go stubs is going to be the protectionist while Bellalika will be the globalist telling me to purchase rifles from every communist nation.

I quickly extracted my self from the situation by saying "well anyways I'm going to bed girls."

As I quickly walked out of the hot zone and into the safety of my bed. I realized that I would be taking both of them out tomorrow along with an unidentified third rifle..

So tomorrow came sooner then expected., as I was rudely awakened by Bellalika shoving a box in my face.

"Jesus Christ don't startle me like that" I groggily replied.

With a face of eager anticipation she stated"open the box"

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>>31985818
Watching this story very closely. If Sophie's recovery doesn't go just right, I'll have to increase my alcohol consumption.
You're doing great! The gun counter encounter felt rushed though. I would've grilled the gun counter guy for another 15-20 minutes.

I think I'm gonna make Annie more dom proportional to her alcohol consumption...

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Lovely Sunday morning we're having. Or afternoon. Hope you guys don't mind if I make it awful!

I'll be back in an hour or so.

>>31986626
I would have to agree on the gun counter part. That was where I had serious writers block. Should be a bit smoother sailing from here.

>>31986719
BRING IT.

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Halo: Man and Machine - Chapter 2

Chapter 3 will mostly be combat. Expect it tonight or tommorow night.

>>31986429
[Daniel Sykes] Soon enough, the tanks had climbed the hill around the cliff and starting really laying into the surviving Germans with a vengeance. Taking out artillery and
machinegunning survivors that were trying to get away. The Captain had said we did our bit, and it was time to return home. That uh...that was the end of my first combat
engagement in the whole war. I was on a sort of high for the rest of the day, all of us were really. We sat for hours giving our accounts of the fight, and the boys in the
squadron called it "The Battle of Buggery Hill". (laughing) we were all kids at the time, so, we thought it was funny.

>>31986764
Is there supposed to be a link with your post?

>>31986573
With this prompt I assumed my role and opened the box..

well it wasn't an American rifle but it was the right arm or democracy..

Wait there was a letter attached to it.
" Dear anon this rifle was Bills personal service weapon during his military service in Africa and his time as a PMC take care of it. love father anon."

It seemed I kept collecting rifles from totalitarian states.
"Well stubs will be happy to hear about this" I muttered as I took out yet another gun from a right leaning government..

As soon as I took out the gun a tall women roughly 5foot ten with a heavy tan wearing a Rhodesian uniform appeared before me..

"umm hi my name is anon." I stated as I put my hand out to shake hers. with a stupid smile on my face..

"you aren't a rebel are you?" she asked me while patting me down for weapons..

"umm the Rhodesian war ended a long time ago, and we are in America."

After she was done checking me for weapons she seemed satisfied.

"alright I am going to familiarize myself with this house and its layout."
She stated as she walked off to the other room..

I had a bit of inspiration for a one off after watching this

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

Posting it now

This is separate from KvsW because waffengeists don't exist in that universe

>>31986799
>>31986764

Oh fuck I'm retarded

http://pastebin.com/FUQmHcu3

>>31986808

In a solitary little workshop in the countryside, an old man practiced his time-honored craft. His old hands were calloused, but retained a dexterity unmarred by his advanced age. The skill his fingers displayed was one honed over the course of decades of experience, and when he picked up his tools, they became extensions of his own body, working in perfect harmony as he went about his work.

Boring and filing out metal.. bluing and polishing it to a mirror sheen... etching intricate designs by hand... carving expertly selected cuts of wood... sanding them down until they were smooth to the touch... staining and finishing it all... every action was deliberate, tantalizingly slow, but made without error, and with the utmost care and love. The old man treated each piece he worked on as its own little work of art, each one given the care and attention one would give their magnum opus. This was the trade and craft that belonged to his father, and his grandfather, and their forefathers that preceded. The old man took great pride in it, and it very much showed.

As each part was completed, he took a few momments to sit back and admire the work, the sheer beauty each one held. He ran his fingers along each part, already envisioning the final product. And then he would gently set it aside, and set to work on the next piece.

Eventually, after many days of laboring and toiling, all of the components were crafted and complete, and all that was left to do was assemble them. With a steady hand and careful pace, he pushed in bolts and secured every bit into its rightful place. Twisting and locking, sliding and squeezing, hammering and tamping... ever so slowly it all came together.

When it was all done, he sat back in his chair, with his work of art laying on the desk before him. He cracked open a bottle of fine brandy, and poured two fingers into a glass, which he slowly sipped in silent celebration.

>>31986814

He ran his old hands over the length of the weapon he had forged with is own two hands. From the dark oak wood of the stock, to the polished breech with all its etchings and carvings, all the way down to the ends of the two barrels, perfectly smooth.

On one side, in elegant script, there was a name etched into the metal, the name the old man had given her before he'd even begun his work.

Aurora.

"Aurora," he said under his breath, almost inaudible.

In an instant, the weapon disappeared, a young woman now sitting upright in its place.

Curly flaxen hair that hung loosely around her shoulders. Pale skin untouched by harsh sunlight. Rosy cheeks free from any hints of marks or defects. Deep blue eyes, like staring into the depths of a placid sea. Lips that were full, light pink and a bit glossy, pursed in conservative manner. A button nose, perfectly proportioned among the rest of her features.

She wore an airy yellow sundress that fluttered with the breeze coming in through an open window, and her head was topped with a felt beret, with a flower pinned to it. A pair of dark wool socks covered her ankles, and she wore a pair of black Mary Janes for her footwear.

She looked slightly confused, but the old man was not confused or surprised in the slightest. He took in and admired her beauty while she looked about, trying to gain her bearings.

"Aurora," he repeated a bit louder, causing her to cease looking about his work shop and focus on him.

He set his glass down to the side and cupped her cheeks in his old, weather hands. He leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"My daughter," he said, his eyes and smile kind and warm as he regarded her. "Welcome."

so what is the popular opinion on the writing about the anon with the Stg 44 and friends.
Recommended improvements.
Originally it was supposed to be a one off joke..

>>31986824
Popular opinion seems to be that the dialogue is clunky, the characters are not immersive and overall the story is lacking in any kind of hook.

>>31986824
It's getting better. Once you dropped the accent writing it improved greatly.
I know it's necessary for some of the interactions, but if you hadn't said Anon's race, then there wouldn't have been that much of a shitshow.

>>31986853
yeah I was intending to use it for humor...
I mean I have a hole host of black jokes and humors situations regarding the rifles and their respective origins....
Also to I know a person who actually fits this description.. Its kind of funny.. Despite their skin color they have a rather strong fascination with fascist. In particular Rhodesia and the 3 Reich of Germany.

>>31986878
Yeah, I think it just kinda fell flat. I can agree with this guy >>31986850 on the clunky dialogue; at some point it sounded like you were making a political statement through your story (to me at least).

>>31986898
This

The entire thing seems like a bad joke that's just drawn out for far too long

>>31986779
[Joseph Alder] There was a retaliatory strike after that, wasnt there?


[Daniel Sykes] Yes, a few weeks after the 'battle', luftwaffe planes began ferociously attacking our bases and battle lines, and they were racking up quite a large amount
of kills. So this couldnt continue, and we were scrambled on a combat mission after a convoy had come under attack. Harpy Squadron and Vampire Squadron, 14 spitfires, flew
over the desert like those crusader knights of old, charging forward swinging swords and jeering insults at our enemies. When we found the convoy, it was....god...it was a
killing field, and there was so much smoke and fire it was hard to see anything on the ground. We could see dead, burnt, bodies everywhere. It was terrible, I wont
be able to forget it. The Captain had called our targets, and we saw them, 12 or so German fighters shooting up and attacking trucks that were trying to get away. The
krauts had spent all their energy on their dive when we arrived, so this was a prime time to go ahead and lay into the rotten bastards with everything we had. My wingman,
a Lieutenant like me, George Bradford was his name, we followed the Captain in and picked our targets, two German fighters that were desperately trying to climb up and
away from us, but it was a hopeless gesture, we had them. Boy did we have them then...


(Daniel calms down, and looks out the window at the sea again, and then back to me)


[Daniel Sykes] We dropped in behind them, with Georgey at my 6, and I lit up one of the fighters as he got into my crosshairs and drifted right to clip his buddy as well in one swoop,
then old George would come in behind me and hit them right after me, a double whammy. I pressed my trigger button and felt my plane shake as my guns erupted, spitting
bullets downrange at the German fighter, the first one, I didnt hit so good, I had misjudged the angle, but the second one...the...the second one well...


(Daniel stops, and takes a moment to think)

>>31985812
D'aw.
>10/22 Anon

I sent you a message on tumblr about what you asked mate

>>31986898
What political statements did it make. Is every one that but hurt over the election and identity politics..

Give me one thing related to politics I said that wasn't a joke..
I'm just trying to go for an absurd feeling.

>>31987086
Just the whole idea about the fascism/communism back and forth, both saying america is shit in it's current state.
If anything, the way you wrote made it seem like YOU were butthurt about the outcome.

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Let me try not fucking this up

Halo: Man and Machine - Chapter 2

Chapter 3 will mostly be combat. Expect it tonight or tommorow night.

http://pastebin.com/FUQmHcu3

>>31987119
Nah mate...
Also you don't expect a stag 44. And a mossin to fight..
As for the current state of America I haven't said it was shit... I made a commentary on MTV ..
hardly a damning social commentary .
I mean come on who isn't depressed by our tv.
As for the rifles opinions, well it's representative of their former countries.

I'll be dumping a bit more Viktoria today now that I actually have some free time to write.

>"Is something the matter Anon?"

>"Nah. Everything's great. Looks like we have a surprise waiting on you once we get home."

>"Is it...no...it can't be. Is it the bullets?"

>"Even if it was I wouldn't tell you." I say with a grin

>"I'm gonna hit you..." she says, posturing herself to appear bigger than me

>"Tell me!" She snaps, beginning to crawl over the table

>I stand up, leaning over the table, my face barely an inch from hers

>"I'm gonna kick you in the dick if you don't tell me!"

>I break into a grin and kiss her on the forehead, catching her completely off guard.

>"Y-you can't just kiss me and expect me to calm down!" She says as I ease back into the chair

>"Yes I can."

>She plops back down into her chair and folds her arms. "You're no fun" she says with a pout.

>A man with a tray materializes to my right. He sets it down, telling us to enjoy our meal before walking away.

>She reaches immediately for her burger as I check my phone again.

>There's a sound of tearing paper and violent gnashing, followed by heavy breathing.

>When I look up, she's looking me dead in the eyes, cheeks stuffed with food. Crumbs and condiments adorning her mouth.

>"Jesus. Did you just inhale the whole fucking burger?"

>She nods rapidly

>"For god's sa-...whatever. Just try not to choke.

>She chews a few times and uncomfortably swallows it before perking up

>"That was good!"

>"That was fucking terrifying."

>"What? I've hardly eaten since I was in the balkans."

>"Fair enough. You think that'll be enough food?"

>"For now~"

>In just a few minutes I'm done with my burger and she's made short work of both of our fries.

>"You ready to go?"

>"Yeah yeah yeah. Let's get out of here." She says, grabbing her smaller bag of goodies and leaving me to the rest.

>>31987179
Also as representatives of their country they, they feel that their system is superior. Despite the fact that both of their countries have collapsed well before America.
If you didn't notice MC loves America.

>>31987004

[Daniel Sykes] The second fighter, I had hit him just in front of the cockpit, I was aiming for his yellow nose and I hit my mark. As I was hitting him, his nose exploded and
erupted in fire, I kept shooting and he tried to turn away, ripping his wing off. I watched him turn through the air, on fire, falling towards the ground. A few seconds before
he hit the sand, his plane erupted into a big fireball, and kept burning after it hit the ground. Captain Spalding hailed me on the radio and congratulated me on my kill, but
I was turning my head like a madman trying to find ol' George. I found that he had managed to clip the wing of the other German and was positioning to finish him off as we
were turning.

>>31987186

>"So is that it Anon?"

>"Yeah, I think. Wait...didn't you mention something about wanting to go to Sears?"

>"Oh yes! Let's go!" She says before bolting ahead of me

>I will never understand where her energy comes from.

>By the time I make it past the entrance of the store she's already waiting at the register, box in hand.

>"What took you so long?"

>"I'm kinda carrying all of your shit."

>"Riiiight." She says with a wince.

>The man at the register continues his work, ripping a receipt off the roll and handing it to her.

>She turns to me smiling. "I got it! Come on! Let's go!"

>"Alright. Let's get out of here."

>I begin to follow her out, watching her hips sway to and fro

>"So what did you get back there?"

>"Oh, it's one of those removable shower heads. For uh...cleaning."

>"Uh huh. Yeah, sure."

>"Don't judge."

>"I'm totally judging."

>She punches me in the arm. "You could have prevented this you know."

>"Yeah yeah yeah."

>Soon we're in the car and heading back home.

>>31987179
>>31987205
Ok, makes more sense you explain it.
I don't watch MTV, (I don't even have a TV), so that just flew right over my head.
Also unless it's from an obviously satirical source, I'm not sure what is and isn't satire anymore listening to my "friends" on normiebook.
My bad.

>>31987293
>Removable shower head
Dis gon be gud

>>31987309
Yeah , don't worry about it I have the same issue some times.. Autism for the win.

update:

still not forgetting you guys, but i'm kinda heading into uncharted territory here

also, no one is going to get angry if this may go a litttle yuri when drunk. I am drunk too...

>>31987416
Yuri is best... at Annie every ones favorite lewd writing.

>>31987270
[Daniel Sykes] The scuff got a little more intense, one of the Germans had managed to shoot down one of our men, from Harpy squadron, he was able to parachute out before his
plane hit the ground. Although it looked like he hit the ground rather hard, properly broken legs for him I had guessed. But there was more to focus on. the rest of the engagement
was rather short. The men from Vampire squadron had given the germans a right bollocking after us, and they turned tail and retreated, rather like a bunch of poofs.


[Joseph Alder] And this was the end of that engagement?


[Daniel Sykes] We stuck around for a bit, making sure the survivors got out okay. We spotted our boy, Michael McMullin, the most sour man in the world he was, we watched him
get plucked from the sand like a bloody mushroom, it was terrible for him but it ah..it (laughing)..it was so funny to the rest of his, I slowed down and waved to him, and
he looked at my cockpit, and shot up his two fingers in a V sign, telling us to piss off in the only way he could, and we had a rip roaring laugh on the way back.

>>31985637
damn you and your cute story. will get bin up eventually.

>>31985685
http://pastebin.com/PWUHWj8K heres what i have from bin man.

>>31985576
>the brims of their Stetsons bumping into one another above your head.
Too cute

>>31987416
Get in the discord faggot.

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>>31987416
>yuri
I'm okay with this.

I should not clean up in the kitchen? If the kitchen is dirty it is a sign the wife is not doing her duties properly
>Annie is grinning
>"So, you're my wife now, uh?"
As if i was ever not
>" i don't remember proposing"
Don't be mean, i want to be able to work, and do people things as well, but as long as i am only rifle. So you will make me beautiful import wife
>Annie opens up a bottle of wine
>This is going to take a while...
>"what really?"
Drink
>you empty half the glass, not much caring about what it tastes like
>Annie is doing her disappointed face
>you sigh heavily, and then down the rest of the glass
>Annie smiles, pours you another as she takes a chug from the bottle herself
Now, i will become your beautiful found-on-a-holiday housewife. But i don't want to just be here at home, i want to contribute to household budget as well. But it is difficult without having a real name
>"b-but..."
I am rifle, yes. But you still love me! you said so!
>Annie has had a bit to drink
>You have to come up with something derailing this, and quick
>"But they have gesists there, making sure stuff like this doesn't happen, so it won't work"
>Annie looks disappointing again
I've been wanting to explain things, but it was hard. But then, i found this
>Annie brings up a... white iphone
>"when did you get that one. Did you buy it with my-"
No, i earn money by myself, just not legally
>"..."
Only as a waitress, worry not. But the point i'm trying to make here is this!
>Annie hands you the phone, and it has in proper white-iPhone-4 fashion a cracked screen
>On the display is a wikipedia page on "Law of the jungle"
>"sorry, i just don't understand what you mean here"
I am about as big as we get. Even more so than my sisters. So i have certain power over them
>"what"
I can tell a gun not to fire, and it won't. And i can, without even using physical strength, or even threats, make others do what i want!
"Uhm..."
Stay here, i'll get some company. Which do you like the most? pick two!

>>31987596
Sorry, I'll post after you are finished.

>>31987465

[Joseph Alder] During your deployment in Africa, sir, when was the erm...the incident?


(Daniel's smile disappeared, he looked a lot more serious this time, and he leaned in)


[Daniel Sykes] That is a discussion for tomorrow son, and you will need to come in with an open mind, Im plum wore out.

>>31987606
nah, i type as i go, it takes me 30-40 minutes per post depending on flow. you go

>>31987622
Ah okay, I'll start back up then.

Posting this without a name. You all know who I am.

http://pastebin.com/rigPr5tr (embed) This is a continuation of Hasty Business, and both stories are in this bin. Warning though, this is not a love song. It made me a little sick to write it.


Broken

>The abandoned PTR finds herself alone in the bedroom of her new owner.
>A man she isn't particularly fond of.
>His mannerisms creep her out.
>The physical shape he keeps himself and similarly his house in are lacking in care.
>Dirtied and crumpled posters of unfamiliar cartoons line the walls of the bedroom.
>The desk is covered in miscellaneous drawing tools and paint brushes with frayed ends from improper cleaning.
>Trash littered and scraps of food littered the floor, and there seemed to be an odd mess here and there.
>Much like the stains on the tent of a shirt he wore when he received her from her old owner.
>She misses him.
>When he wasn't mad at her for being so clumsy and useless, he was very kind and accepting.
>He was always so patient when trying to diagnose and fix her.
>Delicately picking up each piece and going over every detail.
>Why couldn't she just work properly?
>Why did he give her up?
>She curls her knees into her chest as the tears return once more.
>At least the new owner seemed to want her.
>He didn't even mind that she frequently jammed when he tested her at the range.
>Maybe he would even find a way to fix her unlike that jerk!
>Even with the twist of thoughts, the PTR can't get over how filthy the atmosphere is.
>The door opens rather too enthusiastically and the bang against the doorstop startles the PTR.
>"My apologies, m'lady. I didn't mean to scare you. I have come simply to clean you after our range trip, as I have finally learned the proper procedure to disassemble and clean you. I found it an easy task, as you are simply elegant in design."

>>31985812
FastErectionSwitch.jpg

I think ill try my hand at doing a more happy feels romantic story next...

>>31987633

>The plump post-adolescent man says as he produces the PTR manual.
>Minus the cheap pleather coat, he is wearing the same outfit as when they went to the range.
>A stained off-white T-shirt with a cartoon horse graphic, tan cargo shorts in similarly poor condition.
>Old, white sneakers filthy with various streaks and white socks that seemingly have never been cleaned with bleach of any kind.
>Or maybe haven't been cleaned at all.
>To top it all off, he has a simply black hat covering his unkempt and greasy black, curly hair.

>The sight of him banishes any and all positive thoughts she had tried to have of him.
>His very presence feels unclean, and the thought of him performing maintenance and cleaning her only made her shudder in disgust.
"Th-that is unnecessary. You haven't fired enough to foul me up."
>The rifle tightens her grip on her knees to bring them closer.
>He chuckles with the pretense of experience and knowing.
>"Now, now. No firearm, or flower such as you, shall go uncared for with the most gentle of... care."
>His falsely wise smile falters slightly.
>The stumble in speech is quickly forgotten and the smile returns as he approaches the bed.
>"Let us proceed with the disassembly, shall we?"
>He climbs onto the bed by her feet.
>The rifle tenses further in fear.
"P-Please, no."
>There is no response as he wraps his chubby fingers around her ankles and pulls them apart and towards him.
>This causes the rifle to roll onto her back.
>She covers her face, trying to hide the tear streaks.
>"We only need to get access to your chamber, m'lady. Allow me to take care of you. I will be very gentle as you will soon see.
>His hands slide along her legs and up her skirt.
>They rest on her hips for a moment before receding, dragging her leggings and undergarments with them.
>After having "field stripped" her, he climbs further, now looming over the dainty figure of the PTR.

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>>31987642

>He discards his lower half's clothing with ungraceful wiggles and kicks with some assistance with a hand.
>In the instances where he removed his hand from the bed beside her, he rested his large gut on top of the disgusted rifle.
>It made her realize just what kind of experience she was about to have.
>The sobs weren't suppressed any longer.
>He finally gets into a comfortable postion.
>Legs reminiscent of tree trunks resting on his knees between her slender pale thighs.
>Arms pressed against the sides of her ribcage supporting his mass above her.
>She tries to plead once more for him to stop, but he only takes the opportunity to silence her with a sloppy kiss, forcing his tongue against hers.
>Her will to resist crushed as he once again rests his torso on her to lift her skirt.
>Despite his promises, he is not gentle.
>He isn't capable of it.
>She feels claustrophobic with every thrust.
>The bed creaking in protest are the only thing breaking the silence.
>That is until he breaks the unwanted kiss to grunt and pant along with the motions.
>Soon after, her squeaks and sobs mix in with the animalistic grunts.
>He lets out a howl as he fouls up her chamber before collapsing on her side.
>She curls up away from him, unable to flee as he pulls her against his girth.
>His snoring adding to the discomfort she feels as his mess leaks out along her thighs.
>She sobs as she thinks to herself.
>"Why did he give me up?"

You fucking piece of shit.

>>31987503
ATannie does enough lewds as is. But, guess I can see why you'd all want him to push it even further

>>31987649
Moral of the story, don't sell your guns.

>>31987677
You're overimagining what goes in in the discord. It's 99% autism and we just want to shitpost with him.

>>31986824
I like the idea and appreciate the humor.

The Father from my cache story was black, but I decided to leave it unmentioned because it wouldn't add anything.

It adds a 'lil in your story, but could've been done much better.

Facism vs Bolshevism is pretty funny, especially when it's cute

>>31987119
I disagree with your perception

>>31987649
>>31987642
>>31987633
why do you even writet hings like this. What manner of awful things happened to you as a child

>>31987748
Nothing at all. I'm just really good at writing horrible stories. As for why? Because I'm a horrible person.

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>>31987649

i hope you're fucking happy, you sick sonofabitch

>>31987649
i mean now i get why you never did lewds before man. this is gonna be a what we lost/found all over again, but with rape, isnt it?

>>31987748
assuming you got the bin i posted and continued rhino from there?

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>>31987720
>>31987768
Never selling my guns, never selling my guns, never selling my guns...

>>31987793
i did, but chiappa is hard to write. I have to be happy to do it

it might take a while

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>>31987633
>>31987642
>>31987649
Why

>>31987811
im roughly two threads behind on bins, so your doing me a favor. if anything, just put that its for the chiappa story at the top.

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>>31987720
Mfw I recently traded away one of my first guns, but know it went to a very good home

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>>31987816

>>31987793
Lewds aren't my strongpoint, and I'm not a huge fan of writing them in general. I don't know if I'll continue from this point, but maybe an alternative ending is in order. For now this is just a short addition to a short story to hopefully shorten my lifespan.

>>31987615
(The next day, Daniel and I meet, and I could tell that Daniel had been driking moderately, we were doing the next segment of this interview outside.)


[Daniel Sykes] Fancy a spot of whiskey son? Or are you old enough?


[Joseph Alder] Oh, thank you sir, yes, Im 18.


[Daniel Sykes] Now, as for your question yesterday. By the time that happened I was two years into the war. Monty and Patton had given the krauts and italian a proper
buggering. Pushing them all the way back beyond Tobruk. Loss was inevitable for them, and I had been able to rack up quite a substantial amount of victories, 8 Germans
and 4 Italians.


[Joseph Alder] 12 planes shot down? That would have made you twice the ace.


[Daniel Sykes] Aye, it did, and I was proud of it too. I had gotten over the killing part of the war at that point, and I had become quite adept at hunting the enemy down and
doing away with him like a sort of, sort of uh, sort of great big game hunter.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mx94WAeO2n4

I have been enlightened, and will now be taking the story in a new direction.

/s

In all serious, Zone of Comfort soon.

>>31987846
keep writing you melodramatic shit or i will find you.

>>31987855
Like, full 180 into dangerous weeb territory or just doing something else with it? I really liked it the way it was, but you're the writer.

>>31987846
It makes me feel, but it's top level writing that is required in order to make the readers so passionate. Keep it up, mate.

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>>31987890
The /s is indicative of sarcasm.

Don't worry, nothings changing. Still gonna be the same old somber satalkin' and raifu talkin'

>>31987846
>I'm not a huge fan of writing them in general.
Then why did you fucking write it in the first place, you dramatic attention whore? Are you thirsty for (You)'s? Did Mommy and Daddy haven't given you enough attention?

>>31987926
Mostly to see if I could do it, which I clearly can't.

A Small Zone of Comfort

Part 10 - Cans and Confusion

Every mistake was a lesson to learn, you felt. There just needed to be some time to process it. It should have been obvious what Rusty was after. What stalker worth his rads would not want artifacts? How he asked a few too many questions about everything you were carrying? He even said that there was only bandits in the area. How naive could you have been? Even Wolf and Sid have been saying from the beginning that trust is not something to be given lightly. And the worst of it all is that you had once again upset Lucy, although you didn’t quite understand what she was all about yet.

It had now been a week since the incident in The Garbage. You had finished the trip to the bar, finding it not quite as populated as you expected. Trading in one of the two artifacts you had found on Rusty netted you quite a bit of cash, although you elected to keep the most valuable one, the Jellyfish.

While there, you found an information broker. Well, more like he found you, but you now had cash to spare and still questions about your brother. Explaining that it would take a couple of weeks for his information net to dig up anything. Not exactly trusting the man, but with no better alternative, you agreed. The cost almost draining you of what you had just earned.

The barkeep, a large man in stature almost matching Sidorovich, save for a full head of hair, suggested that you head to the old agroprom research institute. He was looking for a specific artifact that occasionally popped up there, and would pay handsomely if you could find it.

>>31987957

And that’s where you find yourself now, heading through the garbage west to the area he had marked on your pda.

The only issue so far was a sighting of a few stalkers in the distance. Learning your lesson, you hunkered down for a few hours to let them pass. Didn’t want a repeat of Rusty. You still are pretty uncomfortable that you had killed four people in one week, and would like to avoid the experience for the foreseeable future.

During the week, you had paid extra special attention to your rifle, er, Lucy. You noted that it had stopped moving around at night, and no occasional sightings of her in her uniform. You’ve been talking to her, trying to coax her out, or alleviate boredom as you make the long trek to the derelict agroprom institute.

And today you had a new approach. Sitting down in the mouth of an old train tunnel, you break out your small heater and a can of food. Well, an extra can. You’re not sure if these things eat, but it does have a human form. Maybe you can temp the thing with the aroma of cooked food?

You set your svd down opposite of your small fire, laying down your extra jacket underneath it.

The first can being sufficiently heated, you open it up the rest of the way, blowing on the warm contents.

“Mmmm, this is really good!”

And

“Shame I don’t have an extra someone to give this can to!” You pause, spoon full of what is the equivalent of human catfood in your mouth, one eye closed, and the other peaking at your rifle.

>>31987968

You swallow what you have, and start laughing at yourself. What the hell were you thinking, talking to your rifle? Tempting it with some food like it was some sort of cat? Why would you ever think that would-

And next thing you know, looking up pleadingly at you on all fours, is Lucy.

“Uh, hello” is all you can manage from your surprise. Oh shit, the food. The whole reason you were doing this.

You hastily open the second can and thrust it out to her.

“I really don’t mind, please, have some!”

She takes the can and spare utensil from your hands, and slowly backs away back onto your laid down jacket. She's just staring at you now.

You take another spoonful out of your can and bite down. Then she slowly does the same. You take another bite. And she once again mimics you.

This goes on for a while until your can was exhausted, but by then you figure from her vicarious consumption of the rest of her can that she has it figured out.

“So.” You start, not really sure where to begin. As she looks back up at you with those blue and white eyes, you swear you see something twitch underneath the hood. Not gonna try to touch that one again.

“You eat food, huh?”

Looking surprised, she responds with a short “Yes, I guess.”

“So when's the last time you ate?” You respond. You guess it hasn’t been a while, unless those nightly outings got her something.

“I think… this is the first time. Food is really delicious!” She says, perking up for a moment.

>>31987978

You mentally slap yourself. The first meal you ever feed her, and it's a can of Tourists Delight. God damn it stalker.

“So you don’t need to eat?” You ask worryingly. If you had to pay for both food ammunition and a second set of real food for her, you’re not sure you’d have much money left.

“I don’t think so. It feels good, but I was not... hungry? Until you offered.”

She's at least pretty clear about things. Believing you’ve made some headway, you move onto the question portion of tonights show.

“So, I’m not the best at these things, but I need to ask. Sorry if it's a bit personal or rude, but…”

She looks at you, plain expression with a spoon still hanging out of her mouth.

“What are you, exactly?”

She continues to look. A bit more sad, she tries her best to explain: “I’m your rifle.”

“Okay, that's still a bit hard for me to believe, but I got that. But what are you?”

“Soviet Production Snayperskaya Vintovka Dragunova. Year 1972, number T-527. I can fire at a rate of-”

>>31987846
The writing is good and all, but I'm just not able to handle these feels.

>>31987989

“Woah woah woah, that's quite alright. I understand what type of rifle you are.” You pause “but what are YOU” you state, looking at her intensely.

She shirks away from your gaze for a bit. Aww jeez, you didn’t mean to scare her. You relax a bit and let her continue when she wants.

“I don’t know.” She says sadly, as she examines herself. Shame coming across her expression.

“I am just rifle. I shoot, is my purpose..”

You open your mouth, about to explain that she's not just a rifle anymore, but she interrupts by mumbling “Thanks for the meal,” as the next moment your rifle lays back on the jacket where she once was sitting.

Damn it, how are you ever going to sort this gigantic car pileup in your head if she keeps throwing more cars into the wreck?

How does she even do that transformation thing?

You cry out comically:

You just want some answers damn it!

>>31988001

And that's it. Next part might be a while coming, we'll see if I can have it in time for next thread.


As always, comments and critique are most appreciated!

>>31987846
well is well writen at least

>>31987947
>Mostly to see if I could do it, which I clearly can't.
>This is what he believes
Nigga please, we know why you wrote it.

>>31987902
Yeah, not my best work. It was just a short that was supposed to give a little practice.

>>31987999
>>31988024
Doesn't really seem that way right now. I may just suck really bad at writing shorter stories.

>>31988030
I write what I want because I want to write it. If I were any good at just forcing out stories on command, there'd be a lot less garbage feels stories in my bin.

>>31988046
Still feels central

>>31987006

Hi Guard, reply sent. Thank you so much!

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>>31987854

[Daniel Sykes] Anyway, I was involved in a pretty severe dogfight in Libya between me and uh, a Focke Wulf pilot, you know those fighters with the swirly noses. We had done our
tangle in the air for what seemed to be hours. And we had long since drifted away from our respective squadrons, combating each other to see who was best. I was youthful and
arrogant. I was a warrior then, and I couldnt disengage, by the time one of us broke the stalemate, our planes were thoroughly ravaged by gunfire, and I myself had
numerous problems controlling the aircraft. I avoided another dive of his by aileron rolling out of the way, then rolling on my back and diving after him. This was a mistake,
after I did this, my engine burst into bloody flames like a 5th of November celebration and I lost all thrust. I was crestfallen, my plane was on fire, and the German had
beaten me because of my maneuver.


[Joseph Alder] What did you do? What did the German do?


[Daniel Sykes] I had to bail out of my plane, and I watched the hun do a turn off to the left to observe my aircraft hitting the sand and I fell with a particular style
struggling with my parachute. The German could have killed me at that moment, but he disengaged and flew away. When I watched my plane hit the side of a sand dune and explode
into a million bloody pieces, I knew that the radio wouldnt have survived, and I was buggered with only the items on me at the time. Which were a canteen, a map, a couple
ration tins, and my Webley revolver.

>>31985067
>"That dance made me plum tired, Won't you join me in bed Anon?"


YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAA

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Guess I'm gonna have to post an update to Light My Fire tonight considering the horror show I just read. Bring the general vibe back to comfy... like it's snowing innawoods outside, but you're inside the cabin with your raifu. A fire is going and the two of you are sipping hot cocoa while wrapped together in a flannel blanket. Yeah...
>Light My Fire update tonight
Feels good, man.

>>31987596
>"what do you mean who do i like most?"
I have to do everything the hard way...
>Annie angrily gets out of her chair and heads of to a shelf, taking a unmarked bottle with a clear liquid inside it, shoves it down the front of her cleavage and heads over to you
>she stands up behind you, bend her knees and grabs you just underneath your shoulders, locking up your arms
>you feel two soft breasts and a cold bottle being pushed against your back
>"uhm, Annie, what are you doing"
>Annie lifts you up and heads over to the couch
>you try to resist a little but against Annie it's completely futile
>You are now in the couch, arms folded along your sides, and Annie straddling you
I do this because i love you Anon
>Annie leans over and start to drunkenly kiss you
>you are pretty fucked up as well, so you don't mind
>Even if the top of the bottle is getting uncomfortably close to your face
>"mmmmmpfffff"
Okay, breathe a little...
>Annie sits up and opens up the bottle
>"But you opened the wine..."
Too slow. Now, will you resist or not?
>You sigh heavily and open you mouth
>Anne giggles, takes a gulp herself and then starts pouring it into your mouth
>just as you are about to suffocate, Annie stops force feeding you, and drinks herself
Now, apart from me of course, who here do you like the most?
>"What do you mean Annie?"
I want you to take me to an authority, so i can officially become Annie Simonov, and i can get a work. But to do that, we have to get past the defense of government waffengeists, so now i will prove i can... control them. Like make them do out of character actions. So i will prove to you i can do that, by putting on a show for you
>"you are fucking hammered"
You're not? Then i will have to-
>"nonono, Annie calm down
>Once again the bottle is forced into your mouth
I have to prove my worth! Who do you want?
>"isn't this going to make you jealous or something?"
You think i don't like it? it will be like watching a romantic movie together! But answer!

>>31988189
so annie becomes ultimate dominating wife? where are you heading with this and why am i so excited?

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>>31988186
Do you hate me, senpai?

>>31988010
Interesting to see a rifle in geist form figure out how to do basic human things like eating, not something I'd have thought of.

Good as usual.

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>>31988312
Of course not.

>>31988370
Good, because I hate me. Good news is it'll be a while before I try that again. Gonna work more on What We Found later on.

>>31988127
[Joseph Alder] What happened when you hit the ground?


[Daniel Sykes] Apart from the feeling of having my knees pushed up through my bloody ribs, I had come down off my combat high and started being a kid again And I panicked.
I was alone in the middle of the desert with a pistol, some ration tins, and a quart of water. I had though, alright, what is my next move? I had to get moving you know, or
I would be spotted and then who knows what the Germans would do.


[Daniel Sykes] I gathered myself, and everything I said. I was on the top of a sort of rocky sort of uh...rocky sort of hill about 300 meteres from my downed aircraft. I had
been able to recover rather well. and thats when I heard an engine on the ground revving up. I looked further away and saw a small dust cloud was kicked up. I thought, you
know, Bloody hell, there they are, they are probably hunting for me, I need to get going.


[Joseph Alder] Did you see your pursuers?


[Daniel Sykes] Aye, bunch of nazis on one of those...uh...halftrack bikes, a kettenkrad. There were 3 of them, one in the drivers seat and 2 in the back. They dismounted their
vehicle to inspect my downed plane and search for me, so I wasted no time in legging it out of there.

>>31985637
Is anon Mormon by any chance? Because it's playing out as though he's married to multiple gun-wives.

>>31988189
MY BODY IS READY!
BRING IT ON!

>>31988433
>A mormon who doesn't have a 1911

Come on Anon, it's elementary

>>31985637
You didn't lie, this was diabetically sweet!

>>31988433
And as long as everyone's happy, what's wrong?

fuck, i cant pick a second grill for this. Why is this so hard

>>31988453
How's Utah right now?

>>31986811
Little inconsistency. This seems to take place right after Reach, but you mention that information about Spartans had been made public. It wasn't until after the war ended that information about the Spartan II's were made public. Hence all the tension in halo 4/5.

>>31988421
[Daniel Sykes] That was when one of the more uh...unpleasant parts of the war, even more than getting shot down.


[Joseph Alder] What...what happened?


(Daniel takes some time to consider)


[Daniel Sykes] I was sneaking away, and had sat down to rest behind a rock. Try to uh, collect myself, because my legs were right screaming. Thats when I heard boot steps
crunching rocks and twigs. right next to me, walking on a patrol, was a nazi with a rifle, looking in the complete opposite direction of me. I knew that if he spotted me,
he would pop me with that rifle of his, So I...I crept up behind him and he must have heard me a little bit, because he was turning around when I grabbed him and wrestled
him to the ground. He was going to holler out so I headbutted him right in his gob to shut him up while grappling with him. He had managed to roll me over and pushed his
weapon on onto my throat to try and strangle me, but he left his right side open, so I gave him a good wallop right to his ribs. He fell over, and found my chance, I took
a rock, and I smashed him in the head with it. He tensed up and I...I hit him again, and again in the head with this rock. I hit him so much that the skin on his skull had
been peeled away and I had managed to...managed to break it. I sat there, with the rock, and I was just...covered in his blood and the...the rock...it had little bits of
skin and h...Jesus Christ....


[Joseph Alder] You dont have to share that part sir, if it would make you uncomfortable...

>>31988532
cuz its not like you dont have a fuck load of options. go for ar, make the iron curtain fall on america like they wish it had.

>>31986808
>>31986814
>>31986819

This was great. I opened the webm in another tab and set it to loop as I read. The perfect compliment to the story.

Thank you so much for the wonderful treat.

>>31986803
Remembering my earlier promise to both, Bellalika, and stubs, to take them out to the town, for a day trip to the town
I left my room and gathered all three rifles in the living room.

""Okay so the plan was for me stubs and Bellalika to go to the town, umm FAL do you want to aaccompany us?"
I asked hesitantly. I doubted any one in the town would recognize her Rhodesian uniform.
At the most they might think she was an attractive young women wearing camouflage short shorts...

Stubs had some how managed to slip away and come back dressed in jeans and a striped flannel shirt..

Bellalika on the other hand was a different story.. she wore an old USSR enlisted uniform..
I had to think of a solution quickly...

"Hey Bellalika do you think you could wear some of my clothes instead of your uniform?"

"Why should I change my clothes they are as good as the day they were issued." She retorted.

I quickly generated a response."Well it's just that people might think it's odd that you are dressed as a USSR soldier. And I don't want to attract any unwanted attention."

She paused for a bit. Thinking about a response.

"Alright, give me a second and I'll change." After she said that she left to go into my room to change.

So there I was left with subs and G
FAL.
"FAL do you have a name that bill gave you?" I inquired.

"He called me Betty." She stated.

"Okay Betty , welcome to your new dysfunctional house hold."

I exclaimed as I moved my arms in a sweeping motion to show that not a single part of this house was normal in any way possible."

She gave me a slight frown at my silly antics... she is going to be a tough one to please...
"Well any way I want you too feel at home here." I replied .

I looked at stubs and said with a shit eating grin.
"I hope you two aren't conspiring to over throw me as the local power."

Stubs replied with an exasperated look of frustration.
" anon I would never do such a thing. Unless there is a Beer hall"

>>31988532

10/22 a pure. Pure!

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>>31988622
>10/22
>pure

>>31988636

I meant Annie's 10/22

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>>31988622
That's bullshit and you know it.

>>31988622
Oh you, haven't seen the latest Guard drawing have you?

>>31988321
I'm going to get to it latter, but Lucy probably doesn't have the best ideas of what it even means to be her.

You have to remember the first couple months of her ability to have a human existence were some brainwashed monolith beating the ever living shit out of her. She's not really comfortable projecting herself, probably.

There's gonna need to be a lot of healing, eventually.

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>>31988537
>trying to deny a loving raifu harem

What is wrong with you?

>>31988189
now, who should i bring?
>"i'm really not sure how i should respond to this"
I will get, Maybe Lala... do you like Lala?
>Annie giggles
>how someone who is likely 6'4 and her weight manages to be really cute is beyond you
>But right now, she does look cute
>And now the alcohol is getting to you
>things that an hour was unthinkable an hour ago seems just a little uncomfortable now
>And they will in five minutes be desirable
>you can't fight Annie
>she is too strong
>but...
>do you want to fight this?
>What other chances are you going to get to see this?
>...damn you alcohol
Sure, i like Lala
>Annie sets the bottle aside, and leans down to kiss you again
>it's deep and wet
good, now were are getting somewhere
>as time moves on, your mental barriers are getting smashed
>This is normally something someones spouse would be irritated with
>But now Annie is practically forcing you
Okay, but we can have her at it alone you know, she needs someone else, just like i need you
>The very large woman on top of you is just inches off your face
>And now you have to make another choice
>"uhm..."
Don't worry Anon, maybe no one will remember this tomorrow, so just pick someone pretty, or cute... or interesting and we can start
>Lala likes amanda...
Do you... do this without me here? Or you telling them
>Annie blushes even more
>"Lala... likes Amanda, right"
>Annies eyes light up
Yes she does. And you are drunk enough to be curious now. So don't go anywhere
>Annie was right
>You didn't want to do this at all when you were still at the kitchen table
>but now...
>you want this
>you want to see where this is going
>Annie has been corrupting you
>and judging by the tent you are pitching, you are enjoying it
>you sigh heavily
>And then grin in anticipation
>Annie comes back with a A2-ish looking AR-15 and a WASR-10
>She moves the living room table away, putting the two rifles on the carpet, between the couch and the TV
Anon, we are about to start now!

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>>31988685
Lots of things, yet I manage to keep chugging by. Also frustrated with a high amount of SoL/SoL-like stories being nothing than a front for lewds.

>me pic related

>>31988433
Dude, when firearms are capable of assuming human form and behaviors, I don't think the laws and conventions regarding marriage apply anymore.

>>31988581

[Daniel Sykes] Its quite alright lad. I had never spoken about that part before so I took some...some uh, some "nutting up' to say it. Anyway, this nazi was...different.


[Joseph Alder] Different? How so?


[Daniel Sykes] He wore these black, black colalr tabs with a weird device on them. Looked like two V shapes with a line joining one side. The top chevron was smaller
than the bottom one, and all the angles were sharp. The symbol was askew too, and we had briefings on the SS and seen all their symbology and runes but I had never seen
the symbol in any intelligence book. So I figured he was part of a new Afrika Korps unit.


[Joseph Alder] What did you do?


[Daniel Sykes] I nicked his binoculars and his water I also took some german chocolate tins off him, and I started going North. In Libya, if you get lost, you
need to get stepping North, I figured if I headed that way, I could maybe get to Tobruk or another village where I could find some help. So I set off.

>>31988613
I dryly responded "Well there is a bar, so I'm keeping my eyes on you. There will be no Putsch on my watch."

She flashed a quick smile at me and Betty before responding.
"Only if you keep buying that Austrian beer every Wednesday."

I had a short laugh at her comment.

Then Betty unexpectedly cut in .
" just for reference I prefer Guinness lager ."
My wallet let out a faint cry only I could hear.. these drinking nights were going to be getting expensive fast.

We waited for 10 minuets before stubs declared we should leave Bellalika behind for taking so long.
I suggested that Betty should check on her as I didn't trust that stubs wouldn't get into some type of mischief with Bellalika.

Not 5 seconds after Betty walked through the door I heard her laughing.

Followed by her saying
" no mining uniforms are not casual clothes , and you don't need the flame resistant under garments."

Around two minuets passed before they emerged from my room.

Bellalika was wearing a baggy grey t shirt of mine and some jeans with a webbed canvas belt.

She looked me in the eyes and asked pleadingly "can you please buy me a uniform like yours, the design is perfect and functional. It has tons of large pockets and is made out of sturdy materials."
She said this with the excitement of a teenage girl who just saw her dream prom dress.
I couldn't say no to her with those pleading eyes..
"Possibly, in the future, we are trying to keep our spending low for now." I said.

So after getting them in the old bronco we headed in to town.

Now this town was called silver creek and was the very definition of a working mans town. The buildings were worn the streets were rough, time had not been kind to the town or the people.

Yet they continued, with pride and determination. Knowing in their hearts that what mattered most was community.
The towns main attraction was the bar which was a moderately sized single story establishment with walls made of red brick,

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>>31988551
It's always seemed like there was some confusion regarding the program. It seems to be a top secret program during Forward Unto Dawn but Spartans and their deeds would probably have been well known at that tine. But he also notes that some of his information remains classified, and implies to Pulowski that he joined the program voluntarily instead of being kidnapped and then being essentially a slave on top of that. Also, it seems it's not uncommon for close friends to "leak" parts of classified information anyways. I see where you're coming from though. Do you have a better way to resolve that little issue? I kind of hit a brick wall in regards to dealing with it.

>>31988749
That's what we have Fortunate Sons for. Him being a scumbag balances out the waifu happiness.

>>31988844
I like happy raifus, but I'm annoyed that it's just some front to write lewds.

>>31988830
>Do you have a better way to resolve that little issue? I kind of hit a brick wall in regards to dealing with it.

I understand where you were coming from. I feel you were trying to both give a bit more comradery between spartan and regular enlisted, and dump a part of his backstory for the readers.

Since it's already out there, you might as well roll with it. As far as I understood in the books, most spartans just refrained from talking about the training. He could have still mentioned his childhood and left out details that were classified.

Everything else is good, though, keep going.

>>31988818
With small windows in the front that gave a glimps into it's money interior.
After that there was the small family owned shopping area.
Sure the prices were higher the the outlets but the locals had a rightful sense of pride of keeping their own in buissness, the shop was a simple building, timber framed with cedar shingles and large windows in front showing the clothes they were selling.
An American flag was prominently displayed behind their merchandise and many of their products were made in the good old USA.

Asides from that there was the local fire station and police department, which looked like every other government building that was built by the government in a small town and could be summed up in two words "lowest bidder."

While the town might have looked rough and seen better days the local enviornment and flora promised other wise, the large pine trees lining the creek gave shade from the summer sun and would provide a nice area to rest after our shipping expedition.

As I pulled into the parking lot near the clothing store I found my self lost in my thoughts.
It took stubs poking me in my face to get me to snap back to reality.

"Are you brain damaged?" She asked with a genuine measure of concern.

"Nah just defective" I replied as I let the rifles out of my car.

As we walked into the shop which was titled " Bess's clothing store"
They walked around the store picking out clothes and and under garments.

Stubs, seemed to prefer the clothing colored brown. I can't blame her brown is one of my favtoite clothing colors as stains wash out easily.

Bellalika was for what ever reason in the military surplus isle and examining the cut of the fabric.

Betty was well she was in the women's underwear section looking at unmentionables .

I used this time to go to the ATM and pull out 200 dollars for each of them and then gave it to each of them.

Suffice to say they seemed very excited about shopping.

>>31988797
Im going to give it a bit until I finish the story to continue.

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>>31988911
Thanks. I basically wanted to make a SPARTAN that wasn't a complete autist so we can actually get a sense of his inner feelings and how he reacts to what's going on around him. I don't plan on him actually revealing anything about the real recruitment process, training, or action against Innies or Covvies that would not have been already publicized.

>>31988741
>Annie looks all exited and does her best to curl up in your lap
>She realizes this isn't really working, and sits next to you instead, wrapping her hand around your waist
>you do the same to her
No, wait...
>You think Annie is going to stop all this
>you are half pleased
>half sad
>but this was likely for the best
Who should we have take the lead?
>"Annie, of all things i have no idea on how to respond to, this has to take the cake"
You have to answer you know
>"i don't even know what to say here"
Think we should just leave them to it?
>"you said you wanted to prove your point"
Okay, i will take the lead here, thank you Anon

Ehem, Lala, show yourself
>And just like that, Lala is standing in front of you, looking confused
Don' care about us, here. We are not the focus of tonight
>Lala looks away, just like she is told
Now, have this!
>Annie stretches out a big bottle to Lala, and she takes it as if it appeared out of thin air
Drink half, little one
>Lala does as she is told
Now, little one, you cannot leave the carpet you are standing on
>Lala nods
Lala, is there anything within your reach that your heart truly desires?
>She picks up the AR lying in front of her
Hug her
>Lala embraces the metal and plastic rifle, holding it tightly
>Annie tightens the grip on you
Amanda, show yourself
>Lala now sits with her legs folded in front of her, and Amanda on her lap with her legs wrapped around the confused looking wasr
Now, Lala, you've never been one for having too much clothes. Maybe your friend will help you out of your shirt
>without breaking eye contact for as much as a second, Amanda grabs Lala shirt and pulls it over her head
>they are like robots. when not given orders, the just sit and stare into each others eyes
Lala, you should help amanda
>Her tail has slowly started sweeping the floor behind her
Amanda, push her over
>The AR shifts her weight a little and pushes Lala over on her back
>All while maintaining eye contact

and that is all i have now. I really had fun doing this. I just need to know if its cringey as fuck or not

Now, i'm gonna sleep and then go back to being a wagie...

>>31989183
this is both arousing and minorly creepy with annies power. where you going here with this?

>>31989227
I don't know where he is going I'm afraid to find Annie becoming a cult leader who enslaves her followers and has them drink kill aid...

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>>31989183
I really don't know how to react to this... maybe if I was drunk, I would enjoy it more. Sadly, I'm at work.

>>31989183
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I'm loving this right now.

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>>31985586
It's supposed to be Sasha lying on the bed, not Sachi. Sachi still inna kitchen. Thanks Fortunate for pointing that out.

>>31988433
Not mormon, just loving of his raifus

Congrats ATAnnie, you massive faggot. You gave me a bit of a boner.
Good stuff. Gib more.

I'd put my shit on here but I'd feel like I'm shilling for my own work.

It's a visual novel about MC learning about himself as he travels through an alternate history WWI/Interwar period. I've actually been working on it for almost 7 months and just got signed by a publisher. Just have to get funded via kickstarter and I'll be good to go.

If you guys are interested I'll post more about it along with some assets I have. I had to pander a bit, hence the VN format rather than novel.

So the idea of drunk housewife forcing grill-rifle to lewd neko-grill-rifle in front of owner is something that people like

...what a sentence. What an absolutely lovely time to be alive! I will keep doing this.

>>31989403
If it's /k/ related, it's pretty welcome.

>>31989459
Hey, welcome back

>>31989502
>Hey, welcome back

You missed the little thing I posted without a name, didn't you?

>>31989403
Shill away.

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We need more "(X) VS. the Martians" stories.

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>>31989183
That...that ticked off most of my check boxes.
Thanks, I guess.

I also just realized that I haven't written anything for three days.

>>31989893
stay lazy. i have less work to catch up on then. formulate and brainstorm.

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"Hallo! It ist me, Judith!"
>"And Rose!"
"Ve hope you enjoy zhe update tonight!"
>"We thank you for all of your support."
Enjoy, fellow /k/ommandos.

Light My Fire cont.

>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
>Then, I remember that I'm in command of this ship
>I roll her window up and lock it
>Judith still laughing, "h-hey!"
>I pull into the empty space and park the car
>I take a deep breath and use my hands for emphasis, "You're going to have trust me on this, okay?"
>The pale, fallen angel cocks her head, apparently lost, "okay?"
>"As funny as it is to say, people these days can't take a joke. If you want to say something funny about someone, just whisper it in my ear, 'kay?"
>you'd think I just told Judith that she received nothing for Christmas, "okay."
>"You say shit like that out loud, these social justice warriors come out the woodwork; they'll tear you apart like zombies. fun police."
>her eyes slowly fall away
>"the world we live in, right?"
>"zombies..."
>we step out of the car and head inside the outlet
>it's outdoors with extensive colorful overhangs linking the various stores together
>there are seating areas next planters for tired parents to take breathers while their loudass children run amok
>I feel a tiny pinky finger grabbing at the knuckles of my hand
>even though her height comes in at about 5' 8", I still stand a full head above little Judith
>I look down at her smiling face as she tries to enclose her hand with mine
>I concede, and our fingers interlock
>her smile gets even warmer
>I return her warmth with my own
>the back of my mind finds it curiously funny how such a small gesture can mean so much
>walking on her toes, Judith tip-toes up close
>her supple body presses against my arm
>in my ear, she whispers, "zhese little humans are so cute!... I vant one."
>this kills the gun owner

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>>31990172
Light My Fire cont.

>this kills the gun owner
>"naw... they're loud and cantankerous..."
>"ve can not buy vone?..." she wears a pouty face
>I can't tell if she's joking or seriously believes these smaller humans are just pets
>I guess they can be
>asian makes and models tend to undocumented and fairly cheap
>I continue, "they also smell... they eat your food..." trying to find a way to convince Judith to drop the subject, "we wouldn't be able to go out to the range like we do if we bought a kid..."
>bingo, I can see it in her eyes
>she likes the range
>Judith recants her statement, "I did not know little humans would be such a burden. You would zhink because zhey are half zhe size of a regular human..."
>"nope, kids are like little parasites."
>"Ew." Judith clings to my hand a little tighter, "vhy do normal humans keep zhem, zhen?"
>"I'm sure I don't know..."
>we continue to hold hands while walk, savoring the aroma coming from the sweets in the bakery
>but before we know it, in holding hands, our thumbs become locked in epic gladiator combat
>Judith cheats but my thumb is larger and more flexible
>I crush her much smaller thumb as she giggles and tries to use her other hand to pry at mine and turn the tide of her inevitable destruction
>all the way the converse store, nothing is said between the two of us besides profane name-calling and childish laughter
>half of the words she spits forth, I don't understand, but they do draw looks from others
>"woah!" suddenly we're both cut off by another kid
>I stop on my toes so I don't step on the poor thing
>slate gray eyes lit up white with excitement from her new converses, she runs cheering out of the store wearing them
>brand new soles pitter-pattering on the pavement
>black shoulder length hair flowing behind her

>>31990172
>geist wants babies
>geist is a shitlord
shitlord half german babies with accents potentially capable of full auto fire,


fund it.

>>31990461
I swear if that's an MP5 pistol running around I'm gonna call the ATF and Brady Campaign.

So, who wants a STALKER/Uppote story?

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>>31990466
Don't give away my irl plan!

>>31990488
I'd give you a gold star for perceptiveness but you had to be a killjoy about it.

>>31990461
Light My Fire cont.

>black shoulder length hair flowing behind her
>then, her older brother maybe? younger dad? steps out, just on her heals, and calls out, "Sorry guys! Didn't mean to get in the way..." hands cupped around his mouth, "Hey, Sophie! Wait up! We still have plenty of time to see Graceland!" before running after her
>we both turn and watch as he eventually catches her, their laughter in the distance
>My smile fades when I see Judith looking on at the two of them with a cold, analytical expression
>"what? You look like you saw a ghost."
>"did zhat one -little- human seem a bit... strange to you?"
>"the tourists? No. Kids always behave like that. C'mon."
>"okay. Maybe it ist juss me who ist going crazy."
>"I wouldn't have you any other way." I say as I clasp both of her hands in mine
>her chestnut eyes meet mine, and she lets a small amount of her white teeth show, forgetting about everything else
>I steer her inside where the floor associate greets us, but not before she sneaks one last double take at the two that just left
>Judith has never seen so many different shoes in her life
>before I know it, she's behaving just like the children
>her eyes light up with streaks of amber as she takes it all in
>up and down the isles we go, as the little angel inspects each display against mine
>"You know, you can have any pair you want, right?"
>on a mission, Judith replies, "Ja... ja... I vant zhem black!"
>i swear she may be an angel, but a dark angel
>a fallen angel, indeed
>her eyes are on fire and I'm just along for the ride
>two isles later, and she finally finds the classic black and white Chuck Taylors
>"Oh mein gott..." she grabs up the display shoe, holds it in front of her face, and peeps up and over them, "I-I can have zhese?"

>>31990466
Only time I ever thought of making a story with that is from during the times I was raving a little from the stress of everything and it being 3am. Along with no quality control at all, just full loon mode.

/tg/ Writefag here. How much /k/ does a story need to be posted here? I've got an idea, but I don't want to start if I've got nowhere to post.

>>31990573
There needs to be an appreciable amount of /k/, however there's always room for comfy or things tangentially related so as long as there is some /k/ there feel free to write and share it here!

>>31990573
>>31990573
does it contain a rifle? are there possibly war/k scenarios? does he fuck the rifle?

if yes to any, then post, but we prefer well written and thought out over just random thoughts, but we dont deny writers.

>>31990564
write it.

>>31990553
.... he's gonna do it. oh lawd.

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>>31990553
You can't hide small details from me, I grew up on Resident Evil.

>>31990573
We welcome most war/weapon related stories, even if the threads are kind of flooded with upotte style stories.

>>31990550
Sure, why not.
>>31990573
As long as there is enough, and the writing is good .

>>31990594
>>31990605
>>31990606
>>31990640

Neat. I hope you guys like weird, because it's heading that direction fast.

>>31990653
Weird is the only thing going on in this place.

>>31990653
I just wrote a story about a neckbeard raping a PTR91 after having wrote a depressing story about a M1 carbine. I can handle weird.

>>31990653
we have stories about talking rifles fucking owners and we have fortunate sons. there is nothing new you can do to us.

>>31988981
I walked out of the store and went into my car and reclined the seat .
I stared up at the blue sky and shut my eyes. I slowly drifted to sleep.

I was awoken by a polite but intense knock on the door..
I saw the three rifles carrying their newly purchased clothes .
Unlocked the doors and they pilled on into the truck.

"So what did you think about the town" I asked the trio,

Stubs was the first to respond.
" it's good. The bar has lots of different types of beer and has a good atmosphere."
Bellalika responded after her " yeah the bar looks pretty good , but I liked the liquor store better as it had imported vodka."

Please tell me that Betty wasnt only interested at the distribution point for alcohol.

Looking desperately at Betty to shift the conversation away from alcohol I said "So what did you think Betty ? "

She looked up and gave the question a thought for a good few seconds and then said
"I think that the police force needs to invest in MRAPS, and that they need to better secure critical infostructure."

Every one in the car looked at her oddly.

"Well that's an unexpected answer."
I said as I put the truck into reverse and pulled out of the parking lot and headed home.

The ride back was fairly quite.

The rifles talked about their day out amongst them selfs.
Leaving me to contomplate the next day.

I was fast becoming used to their company and no longer saw it as an odd thing to converse with them.

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>>31990606
Some credit for a partial answer. You knew the little girl a geist, but she wasn't an MP5. She was Construct's very own Sophie, the 92FS. This is not the first /wfg/ easter egg I've dropped, amd there will be more.
>>31990666
Also, you're confirmed to be satan.

>>31990605
Well, half of it anyway.

>>31990553
Light My Fire cont.

>"Oh mein gott..." she grabs up the display shoe, holds it in front of her face, and peeps up and over them, "I-I can have zhese?"
>"I don't know... They are full price..."
>those vivid eyes of hers narrow, "oh, quit being a jew!"
>I chuckle at her little quip, "alright, fine. If that's what you want..."
>Judith squeaks and begins searching for a box in her size, sitting on her knees
>"They run large, so find the next size under."
>"okay!" she doesn't even turn around
>she just wants shoes like mine
>"I vear a size 38 point 5, so..."
>Quickly, my eyes find a box that says 38.5
>size 7 women's
>"okay, you'll need a size 6 in women's, then... here!"
>I point to the black and tan cardboard box with the correct size inside-
>"Gimme!" raven hair flowing about, Judith snatches the box from its once peaceful resting place
>I laugh, "hold on there, Grease-Lightning. Let's try them on, and then you can wear them out of the store."
>Those youthful chestnut eyes widen and all is silent
>the novel idea of wearing out of the store!
>Suddenly forced to slow down, her mind is allowed to catch up, "oh, okay."
>the young german girl takes her seat on the bench behind us and begins to remove her boots
>her lengthy black hair drapes all of the way around her back, encasing her like the wings of the demon atop Bald Mountain
>the fluorescent light shines off of Judith's hair as it gracefully drapes around the contours of her body

>The Chernobyl Exclusion Zone is a merciless place to those who inhabit it.
>I'm one of the dumbasses who had delusions of grandeur and willingly came to the Zone.
>I came here 3 months ago with nothing but a handgun I bought off the streets, a backpack filled with food and water, and the clothes on my back.
>I came here to get rich and.get the hell out of here, but it's easier said than done.
>All my experience has taught me is that you can't trust anyone in this horrible place.
>All you can trust is yourself and the rifle at your side.
>In my case, that rifle was an AKS-74U.
>I found her in a trading depot inside a beached boat called the Skadovsk, run by a guy named Beard.
>I got her much cheaper than they usually went for, and I could see why.
>All the furniture was stripped from the rifle, sans the pistol grip, the dust cover was gone, but other than that, it was in good shape.
>I couldn't pass up the opportunity, so I bought it to replace my inadequate Makarov as my go-to weapon.
>And so begins the story.

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>>31990773
"Okay! zhat ist all for you this evening! Again, we vould like to zhank you for your support. Also, we vant to leave eh... shout out? ja! a shout out for Construct. He has a sad but comfy story about an adorable little ginny pistol named Sophie.
"PTRfag has made Lasagna, but we vill hang around for zhe autosage tonight, maybe? There, you may ask us anything you want!"

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Another Mini-Story.

Our Beautiful Clementine


>You're a Cadet at Wingham military academy.
>Your dad's an officer in the Navy, sent you here to be "groomed" before being sent to officer school too.
>Wants you to be a general or some shit.
>That'd be fine for you, except for the fact that you're sort of a fuck up, generally.
>One of those fuckups got you stuck pulling "sentry" duty, which is just this schools way of making you get even less sleep before morning PT.
>You walk around the halls, looking at old decorations and shitty, crumbling paint flaking off the wall.
>Boring. The only high point of your night is coming through the main entrance, there's a black powder rifle there, 160 years old, at least.
>It was used in the civil war, and has been on the walls of this academy since the 20's, apparently.
>All they do with it these days is take it down for holidays and have the old groundskeeper fire off a shot before speeches and stuff.
No one's going to be around for five hours, fuck it.
>You stand on a small stool and take it off it's rack, running your hands over it.
>No rust, no cracks, good condition. The rifling's even clean.
>Your inner /k/ommando comes out and you start clearing hallways and slicing the pie with the gun, doing breaching drills, and generally having fun.
>You end your festivities by posing in front of a mirror at attention with the gun, taking in the image.
"Beautiful.."
>You whisper to yourself, running your hands down the shiny wood and worn, but still presentable steel.
>You pull the hammer back, trying to feel the inner mechanism through the cocking action.
>Clean click, pristine lockup, no wobble.
>You run your thumb across the nipple, the piece one would slip on a percussion cap, trying to see if any bits of carbon or unburnt gunpowder might be stuck inside the hole, when you hear a woman gasp.
>Suddenly you're not holding the rifle. Not holding anything, infact.
>Instead you're staring into a mess of dark chestnut hair.

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>>31990773
>Also, you're confirmed to be satan.
Well my cover has been blown.

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What if i told you....

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>>31990885
>There's a woman. A tall woman. Holding onto you, running her hands across your body.
>You feel a hand run down your back and squeeze your ass, and you shout out before you realize what you're doing, and feel her other hand clamp down on your mouth.
>She whispers a sweet, quiet "shhh", and lets that hand sink down to your chest.
>You see now that she's naked, a coy expression on her face.
>She speaks in a sweet, almost stately Southern accent "What's wrong soldier boy, not used to your guns feeling you back?"
"I- Who are you"
>She just smiles, and says "Call me Clementine."
>Despite everything, you're still a dude. A young dude at that, and you feel a little stirring down there, and so does she.
>She starts feeling and squeezing around your body with her curious hands.
>She says "You know, I haven't even been held by a man under 50 since 1900.", and her curious hand makes it's way up to your face, and gently cups your jaw and cheek "It's rude to rile a girl up like that and not.." she slowly starts running her other hand down your stomach, toward your crotch "finish what you started"
>She kisses you hard on the lips and your head spins, and then parts with a forceful shove and playful grin. "What do you say, soldier boy?"
>You sputter some words of agreement, walk her to your room, and on the way there she compliments your physique. You're not sure what words she used to do that exactly, your attentions were more focused on her hands and the wonderful sensations they were bringing to your bare skin, but you're still sure it was a compliment.
>Some part of your mind fist pumps, now convinced that buying that bowflex off of craigslist was a great idea.
>You take her to the last room down the hall, the dead end.
>You were lucky, the last one on the list of names, the last one to be assigned, so you got your room to yourself.
>You two slip through your door, and she helps relieve you of your clothes on the way to your bed.

>>31990896
Have fun~

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>>31990905
>She pushes you down on it, and dips down between your knees, stroking you with one hand and taking a fistful of your pectorals with the other.
>In time, you finish and lay back, and it takes a moment to realize with some shock and embarassment that you didn't actually warn her. She pokes her head up into your vision, and stradles you, a look of accomplishment on her face, as well as strings of .. you.
>Her excited, flushed face turns to one of ruddy confusion as she sees your expression, then she notices the bit of white seeping down the bridge of her nose, and tries to cover up her honest-faced laughter with her hand.
>"Baby, I'm a black powder musket.." she says smoothly, laying herself down along your chest, her hand softly caressing your dick as she does so.
>She kisses your jaw line and then whispers into your ear "We're used to getting dirty"
>She feels you harden up right away, and laughs her cute, genuine southern laugh "This is why I love you soldiers"
"I-I'm not actually a soldier ye-"
>She shushes you, and gets down to taking you for a ride.
>A few minutes later, and what a ride it's been, and you think she's getting close judging by how hard her finger nails are digging into your chest.
>You're about to finish yourself, and sit up and hold her, "Clementine, I'm-"
>That's when the door handle makes a loud click
>You freeze. Clementine turns and yelps.
>The door flies open, slamming into the wall. It's 'Officer' Andrews, and his face goes from intense anger, to blank.

>>31990773
Also wouldn't a size down be 6.5? I run by a system of "buy what's on sale and hope it fits in like 2 years after falling apart."

>>31990797
>I bought a couple magazines and boxes of ammunition to go with it, until I realized I would either have to hold my rifle like a pistol, or burn my hand by holding the barrel.
>Neither option was acceptable to me.
>So, with some duct tape and a carved out table leg, I fashioned my own handguard to use with my new rifle.
>Well, that's all fine and good, but full auto fire is uncontrollable without a stock, and many things in the Zone need more than a couple precise shots to kill.
>So, to again fix the problem, I bought an AKM under folder stock.
>Little did I know, it didn't fit with my rifle's attachment point.
>Señor Duct Tape is once more ever useful.
>Now I had a horrific mass of duct tape, shittily carved wood, and exposed rifle internals.
>Perfect.

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>>31990918
>You're John L. Andrews, you spent 12 years in the Army, one year playing golf in Florida, and the last few keeping these snivvling kids in line.
>They're the sons of rich men with more money than parenting skill and feel like this'll build 'character', or little shits born to middle-class parents who can't stop smoking dope and getting caught doing it.
>One such little shit is Cadet Hilton.
>He's failed at every task you've given him, and apparently he's even failed at his punishment, one of the simplest fucking tasks a human being could be assigned: Standing up in a fucking hallway without falling asleep.
>You stomp down his section's hallway, not caring if you wake the others. You're about to chew Hilton's ass out so loud and long, you doubt they'll get to sleep for the rest of the night.
>You come to his door, grip it firmly, and then slam it open, expecting to see him asleep and drooling on his pillow.
>Instead you see him sitting up in his bed, completely naked, panting, and cradling the 1863 Springfield that the school has had on it's grounds since 1922, his dick through the trigger guard, the gun itself covered in cum.
>You stare him down so hard you think he lost two pounds in water-weight from sweating so much, before going to phone this in to your superiors.

09:30, the next morning.
>You sit in your office, looking over the parade ground. The cadets are hustle and bustling around, a large mass of them running in formation, and a lone young man in a mix match of civilian clothes and school uniform carrying a large duffle bag to a waiting car beyond the gates.
>You called all the official people you needed to call, and got the boy expelled. He won't see the inside of another formal military academy this side of the Mississippi for the rest of his life.

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>>31990930
>You're expecting an angry letter from his father, but he's Navy, so who gives a shit.
>The ice cubes in your glass shift, and you pour more bourbon in the glass to silence them, looking back up to the distant figure climbing into the car.
>You down some of the contents of your glass, letting the alcohol warm you and try to fight back the ice in your veins. It warms your body, but it does nothing to clear your mind. Your confusion.
>How this is the third time this has happened in the five years you've been here?

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>>31989564
>>31989459

So I'm writing a bildungsroman about a main character that leave his beloved home to serve in an alternate world WWI/interwar. From there, he experiences war and learns about an enemy that he really knew nothing about when he signed up

I threw in some of the concept art that has some of the characters , looking for kickstarter in Jan/Dec timeframe. Let me know what you /k/unts want to know about it and I'll be happy to oblige.