/wfg/ - Writefag General - Good Luck Charm Edition

>>31994889
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

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)
>http://pastebin.com/sTAHndn5

>>31994926
556X51 stuff
>http://pastebin.com/u/556x51NATO

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Reposting what I've got for Part 3 of the Stalker Challenge story. If anyone can think of a better title, let me know.


The bridge wasn't much to look at, just worn concrete and rusting steel, but it looked stable enough, even though it's been atleast a quarter century without any sort of maintenance.

As we crossed, Katya let out a squeal of delight “ C'mon Anon hurry, I think I can see some of the buildings, c'mon c'mon c'mon”

“Ok ok” I replied “Hold your horses.”

“Huh?” Katya said, turning around with a look of confusion on her face.

“Man, I guess sitting in that crate didn't really do much for your language skills did it?” I said with a bit of a chuckle. “Just don't go running off”

She just stuck out her tongue. “Fine, just don't be too slow” she said skipping as she went.

The walk to the main camp was uneventful, other than Katya's protesting that I was too slow.

The first building on our right looked in good enough condition, it was built of corrugated sheet steel with a matching roof. The paint was chipped and peeling, but it seemed structurally sound.

Although the door was locked, all it took was a few minutes with the lockpicks to get it open. “Ready to see what's behind door number one?” I asked Katya in a mock announcers voice.

“Yeah, yeah, just hurry up” she replied taking a step towards the door.

The hinges creaked loudly, having not moved in a couple of decades. The small rectangle of light cast by the opening door revealed little more than dust, broken glass and empty and splintering crates.

“Looks like it was some sort of warehouse” I said, following Katya into the rather large single room.

“Yeah, but doesn't look like there's any cool shit” Katya said, looking disappointed at the barren dimly lit room.

“Oh?” I said “What happened to ‘I don't care what happens as long as I get to spend the weekend with you’”

>>31994998
“I don't sound like that” Katya said pouting a bit.

“Well anyway, I think we should try and find the management office. If there's any information on what went down, it'll probably be there.” I said, yawning and sitting down on the nearest crate. “Plus I think it wouldn't be a bad place to stay the night.”

~~stopped here~~

We check the building across what passes for a road, and don't find much more than more dust and discarded trash.

When we leave the building, the sun is quickly dipping behind the trees.

“Shit. We better get moving” I said to Katya, who running was a bit behind.

“What, you afraid of the dark?” she replied, only half joking.

>>31995003

“No, but I'd prefer to get set up while we still have a bit of light.”

“Ok, fine. But I doubt we can make it to the admin building before dark, but what about over there?” she said, pointing to a squat concrete building about a block away.

“Looks as good as any” I said, as I shrugged and started making my way over to the weathered and worn building, followed closely by my skipping waffegeist.

Even after I got the door unlocked, it took a good bit of work and a non trivial amount of cursing to get it opened. But once I did, Katya quickly ran inside without a second thought.

“Hey! Wait.” I called after her, not surprised when my words had little effect other than being told to ‘get my ass in gear’.

“Listen, we don't know what might be here.” I said to Katya, who just pulled out her flashlight and began looking around.

“Like anything is going to be here after being abandoned for so long” she said, a little dismissively. “Besides, that's what you've got me for.” she continued turning to me and grinning.

“Anyway, this place doesn't look too bad.” I said, taking stock of the room we were in. There was some steel piping poking out of the far wall, it led into a rather small sunken pit in the center of the floor. There were a few small windows high up on the walls left and right, about half were broken out and broken glass littered the floor below.

There was only one other room in what we now guessed was a pumphouse or maintenance building, judging by the pipes in the main room, and the still adequately stocked workbenches in the next, accompanied by matching shelves with rows of labeled boxes.

“Ok, good thing the windows are busted out.” I said to Katya who was busy messing with something on the workbench.

“Yeah, now we can build a fire without worrying about suffocating.”

“You got it.” I replied “How about I start gathering wood while you get dinner ready.”


Alright, thoughts? How's the pacing?

http://pastebin.com/3ZFbAGV5


The Thing in the Desert

>>31995008
And here's the updated pastebin
http://pastebin.com/F4CTpM5C

Sorry guys, I don't think I can keep it up anymore. I hate looking at everything I've written because it's all made up garbage. I'm just the only one doing it. There's better writers that can write what I write from experience, so I'll leave that to them.

>>31995084
>>31995152
Yes, please fuck off and remain that way.

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>>31995084

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>>31995084
Don't listen to the peanut gallery, Fortunate. Your stuff's good, even if it's very emotion inducing writing. If you wanna stop, then stop, but be aware that some of us still enjoy your work.

>>31995196
It's effortless muh feelz garbage. He can stay gone.

>>31995084
Eh, I am not fan of the stories you write my friend but you writing style is rather good. It keeps people reading so don't give up.

>>31995084
I really liked your story about that guy inheriting his grandfather's guns and cabin in Alaska. Those are a good kind of bad feel cause there was a good story and characterization with it.

Most of the other stuff, I must adnit, seems like stuff written for pure shock value.

>>31995084
(You)

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so, i left with unfinished buisniess earlier. but i'm kinda thinking it its maybe a little early for lewdery, no?

>>31995318
We could use it after this shitshow.

>>31995318
Never to early for lewd

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>>31995084

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>tfw my stories got posted in the OP

Also it's ongoing, so if in the next edition you guys could mark it as such, that'd be great.

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>>31995334
>>31995336
i have issues with pronouns. Its all "her". Makes it haard for reader to keep track on where things go. Also, i'm not drunk so this is a little harder. I might change Lala from "her" and "she" to "it" and "It's" just to make it easier

>>31995084
Can we have this whiny cuck's shit taken off the bin? Do we have to vote or something?

>>31995084
Dude, please stop. Step away from the computer for some time, take a break, and get your affairs in order. People like your stories, and you're being too hard on yourself.

>>31994889
Wheres the stalker story by garandfag?

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Finished part 4. If you are feeling impatient, I uploaded the story on my pastebin, but I do plan on posting the story here last today in parts.

you know the drill by know guys
>stories are on the process of being binned/updated

>>31995576
process of being 'binned brecause the archivist team has a life outside 4chan

>>31995391
>implyiing we wouldnt notice senpai

>>31995014
yo man are you gonna bin your stuff? so i can link to your profile on the updated sticky

>>31994889
http://nothotbutspicy.com/para/hm/

Ghost story set in a US army barracks in cold war Germany. The 50 Foot Ant stories are pretty good, too.

>>31995596
>if you're impatient
Yep that's me.
I liked it, but hopefully it isn't the end wit what happens to the MC, I hope we can get some 'Viveca smash' soon.

>>31995754
Nah, it's going to end with a lolnuke :^)

>>31995596
where the fuck is that image from

>>31995729
tell me how to put it on the sticky

>>31995826
Found it on a Hotline Miami thread on /v/

>>31995768
Ah, the 'fuck it I'm done' ending. Well chosen. :^)

http://pastebin.com/8etggrg1

>Lala is now flat on her back
>she doesn't move, apart from her breathing
>Her chest moving rhythmically up and down
>She is just wearing a hint of cloth on her upper body
>her eyes are fixed into Amandas, who is standing on all four over
>Amanda's face is about eight inches off the flattened russian, eyes fixed into hers

They like each other so much... But you know how i am when sober, so i will not have any of it in this house
>"and now you practically force them"
It's not like they don't want it!
>judging by their eyes...
>"alright, fair enough"
>Annie gets up from the couch, stumbles a little bit and then moves over to the flaming ball of lust
You need a drink too, little one
>Annie grabs her almost bare shoulder and forces her off Lala
>when the two girls gets forcefully separated, Lala makes a very strange keening sound
>it was a very sad sound, like some animal or small child would do, when having something valuable taken for them
>She kept doing this heart crushing crying sound for as long as Annie was feeding Amanda with the rest of the drink
>The longer the two are separated, the higher pitched the sound gets
>when Annie releases her grip, Amanda falls back down an all four and returns into Lala's glittering eyes
>She immediately goes quiet and return the gaze
>Looking happy
Okay, little ones, you can get a little closer now
>Amanda inches her legs forward, slowly so he can shift her weight to her legs, and off her arms
>She moves her hands over to meet Lala's placing her palms on top of hers
>One by one, their fingers are slowly intertwined, until their hands are completely connected
>Lala is flowing Amanda's lead entirely, and offers no resistance at all as her arms are moved up next to her head
>They have still not taken their eyes of each other

Should we let them loose?
>you don't really remember anything Annie wanted to prove with this
>"yeah, you've been teasing long enough"
Do what you want little ones. Forget that we are here. Go

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I have so many bad ideas. Yall fags are going for a ride

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>>31996765

A Small Zone of Comfot

Part 11 - Old Artifacts

Your boots crunch softly on the worn asphalt road. The get sky overhead setting a calm tone as you walk past the abandoned complex.

Weather here in The Zone, you’ve observed is a fickle thing. It could be overcast now and sunny in an hour. You’ve never seen it snow, but some stalkers say it can happen in a matter of minutes. And the sunny weather can give to random lightning storms. All of these freak changes are before you take into account the occasional Blowout which radically alters the landscape, or that it could be a blistering day even though the global calendar says it’s winter.

But as far as what you’re looking to accomplish today, the bizarre weather is the least of your worries.

The Barkeep had explained that a client of his needed a Gravi artifact; something that would occasionally occur in gravitational anomalies. Anomalies that were found around the research institute. Where they might be, however, he’s not sure. The two recent blowouts have scattered the common location of anomalies he had logged. Another reason he was going to pay you a bit more.

The rifle sways in your arms as you walk on, mindful of the area ahead. You’re PDA hasn’t beeped indicating there are others in the area, but you’re still a bit on the paranoid side.

And that’s when you think you see what you’re looking for. On the left side of the road, a bit higher on the hill, you think you saw the air shimmer, just for a bit. Cautiously approaching, but not leaving the road, you bring the scope up to your eye and try to get a closer look. A group of pulsating waves in the air, just maybe.

>>31996833

A larger group of them would make it more dangerous, sure. But also more likely to find what you’re looking for. Which has been described as an oddly stretched object with multiple ovular shapes.

Bringing the scope down, you mutter “wish me luck, Lucy,” as you steel your resolve and approach the hill.

Last time you encountered a gravitational anomaly, you had elected to go around. But you’re not sure how much your equipment would get in the way. You find a rock that is relatively close by, and set down your pack and rifle. The worst thing you want is for her lighter rifle weight to get sucked up into one of these things. Pulling out your trusty makarov from you pack, you pocket it as you set up the Bear detector in one hand and a bolt in the other.

Turning around to look at your rifle, you jokingly tell her to “watch out for any more of those bloodsuckers, okay?”

No response again, huh?

You take your first steps towards where you think the group of anomalies are. A gentle ping from the anomaly detector in your mask tells you you’re getting close. Stopping, you take a bolt out, and throw it out in front of you. It encounters no resistance as it flies straight and true. Nervously, you throw another one, slightly to the left now. That has the indicative effect of hitting “something” and flying off in another direction. No go. And a third bolt to the right tells you there's another whirligig there as well. So you have a path straight forward, at least.

You walk ever so slowly, as if a sudden move would cause one of these to pounce on you.

Wait, can anomalies move on their own? No one ever explained that to you.

And now you’re in the middle of them.

Circumstances hitting you like a bitch, once again.

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>>31996841

Great.

You proceed for the next couple of minutes further in. The Bear detector has lit up, a section of bright green LED’s pointing in a general direction to your right.

Same process. Bolt left, bolt center, bolt right. If any of them fly normally, you follow that path. This field has turned more into an invisible maze, as you glance back at the small trail of undisturbed bolts you’ve left. Should be easy to find your way out, however.

Another bolt. Another careful series of steps.

Lucy doesn’t like showing her human form a lot, and even less when you try to touch her. The only times you actually had were when she was too emotionally worn after the Rusty incident, and that didn’t last for long.

Did she not like it? When she could walk and talk?

It’s kind of amusing. Here you are, surrounded by invisible spheres of infinitely compressible death, and your mind is already wandering. I guess you can get used to any routine, no matter how extreme.

Another bolt. A check of your Bear detector. Another thought.

She pretty well described she was a rifle, but how do I make her like being a “person?”

A sudden series of short pings brings you out of it, and you take a few quick steps backwards. You watch in fascination as a series of pulses in the air speed up for a moment, and then calm down again.

Your thoughts almost got you killed again. You look back. Yep, still your rifle, just leaning on your bag and a rock.

You had circled this artifact a few times now, the direction on the bear detector shifting as you had been moving. You were close now.

The bolt you just threw seemed to ping off something in the tall grass. The same direction the detector was indicating. You throw a few extra bolts to be sure, and move closer.

>>31996856

Reaching down, the Bear detector is going nuts. This must be the artifact. Grabbing it, your geiger counter suddenly spikes up, but then goes silent again as you pull it towards you. Must be the effect of the jellyfish artifact you have, pretty nifty little thing.

You don’t want to spend any more time then you have to, so you pocket the new artifact without examination and promptly follow your own path out of the field.

You were so eager to leave, you almost got caught up again, the shrill pings in your mask detector reminding you of your folly. Almost being out, however, you just continued to run, and could feel a gentle pull back from the direction you were fleeing from.

But you were free now, turning around to see the space you had just occupied suck air, some plants, and a few errant leaves into it; before it compressed it all with a sharp crack, scattering the contents everywhere.

Whew, you think. Lucky you weren’t in that.

You sit down now, leaning against the rock. Glad to have Lucy near again. Glad not to be so close to death. Your mind was distracted for a bit there, but thinking about it now, you let out a small laugh. Lucky to be alive, you guess.

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>>31996865

Taking the newly acquired artifact from your pouch, you examine it.

What lies in your hands is not what you expected at all.

It’s a melted shape of metal, the color of oxidized rust on one side and a sickly green on the other. You’re not sure what this artifact does, but it doesn’t seem like the gravi you’re looking for. Sighing, you stow it away. Hopefully it’s worth something?

You don your backpack once more, and grab your rifle.

“Sorry to make you wait. Turns out that artifact was a bust, so we’ll be looking around a bit more, okay?” you say to the rifle. If you talk to her enough, maybe she’ll overcome that theorized phobia of her body. You turn around, heading back the way you came.

On the other side of the train tunnel in the local area, is a bit more forested than the hills to your back. A distant growl you weren’t familiar with has you on your toes, but you press onward. It might be more difficult to see the spacial anomalies here, but it was worth a try.

>>31996581
MOAR

>>31996873

[_________________]

It was late afternoon. The haze that covered the day had lifted, and the sun could be seen peeking through the complex of buildings to the west. Most of the day had been spent on pins and needles; carefully treading your way through anomalies looking for artifacts. But other than the one you found this morning, there was no such luck. You head to the complex of concrete buildings and pipes, hoping to find shelter for the night. You’ll try again tomorrow, having noticed a smaller complex of buildings to the south you’d like to check out.

Now entering the complex that the railroad from earlier terminated at, you turn on your flashlight and ready your rifle. It wasn’t quite dark enough for the NVGs, but the dark corners that now grew from the sun's absence were of concern. As you walk into the walled complex, you are a bit curious as to what exactly this place was for. There are a few rail cars still sitting here, and the large 4ft diameter pipes that weave between the buildings confuses you. As you are about to round a corner, you back away and take it from a distance. Cutting small visual slices as you go, you eventually round the thing. Once again, there was nothing there.

There’s a particularly large building in the center, with a huge doorway. Adjacent to it is an exterior stairway. You decide to take the stairs, as you’ll have a better means of exit instead of throwing yourself into the large, dark room that lies behind those massive doors. You wince as the first step is taken upon the stairs, the loud groan seemingly breaking the evening calm. Stopping, you don’t hear a response. At this point, you are more concerned with local “wildlife” that may have taken residence than other stalkers. Animals you could deal with, but apparently you can’t deal with people.

>>31996886

Committing to the cacophony of metal groaning you were about to cause, you rapidly take the rest of the stairs to the third story. There was no door, so you take a peak inwards. The flashlight casting long shadows into the room, but that was all the movement you could ascertain.

Slowly entering, you peak around. There was some abandoned lockers up here, something you mentally noted you would sift through later. Some wood cabinets, and a cot, which the good condition suprised you. The room itself had two entrances, the exterior one which you had entered from the outside metal stairway, and another that lead to a lower hallway north and an interior stairway.

This would do.

After having looked over a bit more, you move to the lockers. Tall individual things, you’re not too surprised when you find they’ve been looted clean. You take one, and wincing at the loud metal scratch, drag it over to the interior entrance. You'll want some sort of security, but don’t want to lock yourself in here. You do the same to the exterior entrance.

The lockers sit now, not completely blocking the exits, but making a stealthy entrance a bit harder for anyone who wanted to try to pull a Rusty.

Feeling a bit more safe, you now remove your backpack and lean your rifle against it. Time to really take stock of the room.

The cot seems fine. A little stiff, but not rotted for bug ridden. If you had to guess, it had probably been brought in well after the exclusion order. But the layer of dust in the room implied whoever took the effort to bring it here hadn’t been back in some time.

>>31996896

The windows that surrounded the room on the north side were all missing their glass, and the water damage that had creeped through on that side of the room made for a smell that wasn’t too pleasant. Still, whoever set up here last made a good point of not leaving much of anything on the windows to rot, so it wasn’t terrible.

You still couldn’t tell what this place was originally for, though. The layout made little sense, and the looted lockers game no answers.

You sit on the edge of the cot, and reaching over to your backpack, decide to open the package of documents you were carrying north.

You weren’t in a hurry about these, as it had been made clear there was no timetable on this. Plus you would prefer to stick around the 100 rads bar, as it was probably the best place to find information about your brother. But you were curious as to why these documents were so valuable.

You flip through them for the 100th time when you notice some missed print on the backside of the page, which a small scribble underneath it.”

“New designation X-22: Disposal Site. Group has designated acceptable loss of valuable equipment in necessity of containment. High priority of reclamation advised after starvation. 5 Years. New priority as following: X-8 for project MONO. “

The hell?

>>31996901

The more legible, newer scribble underneath the faded print reads

“The facility is still unobtainable. The Group had underestimated what they were dealing with, but we will not. Our stalker friend Bearing from the north has brought some chemical nerve agent, and we hope to flood the place. These are your orders. Go to the southeast monitoring station in Limansk, as staying near the Seredniy
Field itself is extremely dangerous, and maintain occasional observation of X-22. It will take a few months, if not a year, for the cyclosarin to fully evaporate. This is the best we can do at the time. When levels drop to safe, do NOT enter. Immediately report back to HQ and we will move from there.

-Leb“

The hell?

Chemical weapons? There’s no way Sidorovich knew about this, and you’re damn sure you’re not getting paid to open up a vault full of death. But should you give this to someone else to have that shit unleashed upon The Zone?

This place is crazy enough already, without the sealed super secret and spooky labs this writing implied.

>>31996909

You sigh, as you put the documents back in their plastic container and stow it away. You’ll figure out that shit later, if- when you find your brother. Perhaps the two of you could butt your heads together and come up with a solution. Right now, you just wanted to sleep. It had been a long day of tension, and this revelation certainly didn’t help.

Laying out your blanket, you repeat what you’ve done for the last couple of nights as you lay your rifle down on it, using the backpack as a pillow to rest the end of the barrel on. Yourself climb onto the cot, and look over at the rifle. Heh, you’d be crazy a few weeks ago to make a “bed” for your rifle, but as long as she's comfortable you didn’t mind a bit of cold.

You turn around to look out the window as the moonlight streaks into the broken windows.

“Night Lucy. Thanks again for watching my back today.”

…

“It’s customary to say goodnight, a sort of positive charm others say as they send each other off to sleep,” you explain.

…

“Good night” you hear softly, as you drift to sleep.

>>31996919

Finished. Thank you once again for reading!

I would really like to her some comments or opinions about my writing. Is the style okay, any errors that need to be fixed, etc.

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>>31996765

>>31996805
>>31997011
$5 says ATannie finally continues Chippa-chan, but gets her raped again.

>>31997032
Sounds like fanart of atannie getting gangbanged by kebabs

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>>31997032
no. Not that

>>31997103
and you, don't worry. I think you are going to like where this is going

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>>31997103
Are you asking for trouble? Cuz that's how you ask for trouble

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>>31997103
Let's not go that far guard

>>31997103
>PTRS
>not surrounded by the broken bodies of removed kebab
I am disappoint

>>31996581
>Their faces are being brought closer to each other
>one of Lala's fingers is twitching slightly
>their noses touch
>just a little, just a little tap
>Some distance is created again
>Amanda very gently lowers her head until their foreheads meet
>Then and there, there was no going back
>Not any force on the world could stop them
>You can see Lala's eyes
>She blinks... slower and slower
>until she gives in completely, and closes her eyes
>Amanda has her face just out of touching range
>Lala is pouting out her lips, just a tiny bit
>After a few seconds of just sharing their warms, moist, anticipation filled, breaths with each other...
>They finally give in
>Their lips meet
>just a small touch at first
>Amanda shifts back just a little bit, creating some distance
>Amanda opens up her eyes
>Lala's are still closed
>that noise once again, like you have taken her soul away from her
>Or her love
>Amanda carefully bumps her nose against Lala's
>She open sup her eyes
>Soon they are both sunk into deep warm smiles
>Amanda takes control again, lowering her hed towards Lala
>Eyes close again, and a new kiss
>faster this time, there was so much eagerness
>And now, there was more noises
>The sound of heavy breathing is mixed up with shuffling of limbs, some very soft moaning and light smooching of lips as they were joined and then separated, just to be joined again
>their breathing got faster, and they dug deeper into each other by the second
>Lala starts tearing the bra of Amanda
>So eager...
>They get more exited, and have soon clumsily undressed themselves down to their panties
>their hands went to explore every little part of each other
>Hips, waist, legs, breasts faces, necks
>all were touched fondled or grouped

AAAND STOP!

>They jerk back, as if thrown into shock, away from each other

Lala, over there, Amanda in the corner!

>Lala sounds beyond heartbroken
>Amanda is shivering, eyes all empty

See what i mean, Anon? I can control them

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>>31997575
>Lala starts tearing the bra of Amanda
>So eager...
>They get more exited, and have soon clumsily undressed themselves down to their panties
>their hands went to explore every little part of each other
>Hips, waist, legs, breasts faces, necks
>all were touched fondled or grouped
oh my...

>>31995834
Man, I have no idea. The threads I usually frequent use gdocs for just this reason.

>>31997658
Glad I continue to hide ATannie then.

>>31997863
For what reason?

>>31997903
I don't like smut

>>31997921
So...you hide half the stories here, then?

>>31997575
Keep, writing, nigger.

You need to resolve this.

The raifus need attention.

>>31997935
Pretty much all of his stories, save Chippa. What, do you want me to incessantly whine the entire time? Because that's really all he writes.

>>31997921
... You do know you could just skip the story, right? Knowing Annie's previous works, this isn't going to be just smut. There's more entertaining twists in it that gives in to situational humor, story buildup and twists.

>>31997952
Everyone is welcome to their own taste, but I mean it's mostly implied lewd. You read 10/22's stuff?

>>31997952
I meant half the stories in these threads, not just Annie.

There hasn't even been THAT much lewd in Annie's stories, either. What, three counts? One simply implied?

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>>31997921

>>31997964
Until it got lewd. I just don't like it.

>>31998117
Someone sounds like a prude.

>>31998117
Construct's stuff hasn't been lewd, at least so far if you are looking for more stories.

>>31998117
>until it got lewd
Yeah, so like half of all the stories that have been archived.

>>31998150
>>31998167

Why are you attacking the guy? Yes it seems odd that he hangs around a place that's half lewd, but he clearly enjoyed the other stuff.

He's already stated that he usually just ignores content he doesn't like, say for what he posted today. Just let him be.

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>>31995084
Don't quit, you fuck. Your writing is great. Not everything has to be cute and comfy.

Besides, you aren't going to prove this smug fuck right, are you?

>>31998117
fair enough. everyones open to there own tastes here. serial one also hasnt been lewded from my memory.

>>31995084
keep writing or will not be gentle on your anus and i will steal your gainz.

construct is up to date

http://pastebin.com/u25kJLGd

>>31996926
Kawaii

I like what I'm seeing, writefag. More.

More viktoria!

>Pulling up to the house, I notice a package sitting on the front porch.

>"Yo V. See that?" I say, pointing at it

>She gasps and flings the door wide. Running to the door she scoops it up.

>In her enthusiasm, she underestimates the weight of the package, and her momentum slings her around and into the wall with a loud crack

>This fucking retard

>She lays there on her back, not moving a muscle

>I climb out of the car and walk over to her.

>"You good?"

>[Pained moaning noises]

>"Come on, get up." I say, prodding her with my foot

>[Pained moaning noises intensify]

>"If you don't get up I'm going to trade in all the stuff I just bought you for five round chinese magazines. You'll never know the pleasure of a fully loaded drum."

>Her right eye opens, maliciously squinting at me

>"You wouldn't fucking dare."

>"Try me."

>Apparently she didn't feel like risking it. She sits up, brushes herself off, and starts to head inside.

>"Door's locked, fucktard." She grumbles

>"Yeah yeah yeah I know. Here." I say, tossing her the key.

>"Thanks love" she says as she walks in, badly feigning a british accent

>She plops down on the couch

>"Hey dickhead!"

>"Dammit I just sat down"

>"Come get your shit."

>"Oh for fuck's sake. You get it!"

>"I BOUGHT IT FOR YOU!"

>"So it's yours! Go get it!"

>"I swear to god I will confiscate and hide every rag you own."

>"Go ahead. Give me an excuse to run around naked!"

>"Is that seriously what you want?"

>"Not quite, but you know how I love to get you all worked up~"

>"Fuckingbullshitlazyassgun" I grumble as I walk outside to fetch her new clothes

>"I heard that"

>>31995084
From one writefag to another, dont quit. Just breathe and relax.

>>31995008
It's nice, I look forward to more comfy/interesting things.

Also I always love SKS girls.

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Back from class. Gonna start uploading ~1/3 of Part 4.

And a special shout out to StupidDrawFag for making this picture for me. I fucking love it!!!
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July 2nd 10:00pm, L.A., California, the apartment
>You’re sitting at the table alone while Viveca was sleeping in the bed room.
>The sleepless nights have been returning once again.
>Viveca has also been acting more aggressive and moody lately.
>An hour before you got into a shouting match with her, and you didn’t really feel like being in the same room as her.
>The couch is always comfortable.
>But why the fuck should she get the bed and you the couch?
>You were halfway through a beer and finished your cigarette when the phone rang.
>”Hey this is Bill from the film studio. We need you to come do some editing at 654 Holly Road. Be sure to wear your usual attire.”
>You hung up the phone and looked towards your bed room
>Looking away, you grabbed a pen and paper, wrote a note on the kitchen table, and left the apartment.

654 Holly Road
>The destination was a ways away from the city proper.
>From what you could tell, there was a basic single floor brick building that looked as though it had seen better days, along with shed off to the side.
>For such a building, the property around it looked larger than it should have warranted.
>Not to mention a fence around.
>Parking some distance away, you prepare yourself as usual.
>Plate carrier, mask, gloves, and now a pissy attitude.
>You get out of the van, and make your way to fence.
>You keep an eye out for any cameras, none of which you can see.
>Jumping over, you make a B-line to the shed.
>Inside were various lawn supplies.
>Not much around, save for some garden supplies.
>You grab a hedge shears, and a lawnmower blade, which you sheathed it behind your back.
>At the site of the building, you get to the door.
>You check to see if it’s locked.
>It is.
“Knock knock”

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>No one answered
>You then knocked ‘shave and a hair cut’
>Still silence
>Well it was worth a shot
>’two bits’
>The door began to open.
>Immediately you kicked the door, knocking the person onto the ground.
>Straddling the guard, you drove the shears into his neck, and with great force opened them up, severing his neck.
>You get up, grab the shears, and continue on through the hall and into an open room.
>Two guards are hanging around with what you could assume to be AR-pattern rifles.
>You throw the shears at one of the guards, hitting him in the face, leaving a nasty gash.
>The other guard begins to take aim and move towards you.
>You move to cut off his line of sight, forcing him to move through the door into the hall.
>Once he crossed the threshold, you charge and throw yourself at him slamming him against the doorway.
>You then kick his head into the doorway, leaving a mess of gore behind, and grabbed his rifle.
>You then take aim at the now recovering guard at the other end
>*click* gun jammed
>You throw the rifle at the guard, hitting and distracting him long enough for you to pull out the lawnmower blade.
>You swipe at one of his knees, causing him to buckle downwards in severe pain.
>Grabbing the guard by his hair, you then began to hack away at his neck until his head was removed from his body.
>You take his rifle, quickly inspect it to see it has a full auto-mode, flip it to that setting, and that its magazine is fully loaded.
>You sheathe your lawnmower blade back, and move on to the door in front of where you came from.

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>>31998505
>You move down the hallway at the ready for another guard to appear.
>You see a guard briskly moving towards you from the bend.
>*click* *click* *click*
>What the living shit is it with these guns?
>The guard took aim.
>You quickly threw the gun at him, trying to buy yourself a precious second.
>You charge the guard as the force of three rubber mallets hits you on the chest.
>Ignoring the pain, you grab the guard by the head, and slam it against the corner of the wall repeatedly.
>After caving in his skull, the pain of the shots came back with a vengeance.
>You drop to a knee and try to recover for a bit.
>You took this opportunity to inspect your gun further.
>Despite the outward appearance having some signs of neglect, its internals looked like it should be in working order.
>You left the rifle on the ground and continued.

>You arrive at the door, with only the blade in your hand.
>You knock, and wait behind.
>A guard opens the door, and you take a swipe at this neck.
>The blade becomes lodged in his neck, severing a carotid artery, but still not quite killing him.
>Grabbing him, you take control on his arm, and move inside the room.
>Inside you see four other guards around in what appears to be a break room.
>You force the now dying guard’s hand to squeeze the trigger of what you now assume to be an M4 at the other guards.
>The gun begins to spray bullets at full auto.
>Using this opportunity to finally get a gun that worked, you mow down the four guards.
>Once they were all on the ground, you quickly broke the neck of the guard you were holding, and retrieved your blade.
>Moving towards those you just shot, you check to make sure they were indeed dead.
>One was trying to crawl away.
>Instead of letting him continue, you grab the back of his head and continued to bash it on the ground.
>On his persons, you found and grabbed a knife.

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>>31998568
>Moving back to the main room you appeared in, you moved towards the door you last ignored.
>You open the door to find a large lounge area.
>Inside are 4 guards either patrolling or sitting around.
>They look over and see you.
>Taking a tactical retreat, you move back to the other side of the door, slam it shut.
>One of them kicks open the door, hoping to hit you.
>Instead, jab his neck with your new knife, causing a spray of blood to shoot out.
>The other guards move towards you.
>You kick the guard bleeding out towards the 3 others, and charge towards them.
>In a haze of anger, you stab one of the guards in his abdomen and gut him like a fish.
>To another guard, you throw your knife into his forehead, dropping him before he could manage to fire a single shot.
>And for the last guard, you grabbed him by his face, forcing your thumbs into his eye sockets until they started to bleed, and then ripped out his throat.
>After drinking in some of your anger and slowing your breath down a bit, you see a set in stairs going down.
>Looking around the area, you found yourself a hammer and take it downstairs with you.

And with that, I'm gonna put it on hold for a bit, unless some time goes by and no one posts anything else. And looking at where I am, I'm ~ halfway through with posting everything

>>31998449

seems a bad tactical decision to go it alone.

>>31998749
He wasn't in the best state of mind, which was further augmented by the fact his first mission was a lone one and thought he could do it himself

>>31995084
DON'T YOU QUIT ON ME

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>tfw too tired to write more halo
f-fuck

>>31995084
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lxQDa-HMxKo

>"that's a little mean"
Yes, but it proves my point
>"what"
You want to see, they want to do. I want to see, i want you to see, and i want them to do. Everyone wants to happen. But i stop it to prove i can
>"maybe you went a little too far, i mean look at them"
>they both stand at the spot the was given by Annie, not being able to move
>but they both look... hurt
>Lala is keening and crushing hearts as she does, looking absolutely devastated
>Amanda is sort of hugging herself, shifting her weight from foot to foot and eyes looking dead
>Annie Gets up from the couch, picks up the discarded clothes from the ground and hands them out
>She is so drunk what she swaps their shirts around
>Amanda doesn't realize that the Shirt belongs to Lala, but shoves the front of it into her own face as she does, drowning her sense of smell with Lala's scent
>Her legs starts giving in, and she falls to her knees, her face buried in her hands, still with Lala's shirt in them
Rifle, now.
>Annie had picked up the wasr, who is now sporting... a black plastic handguard?
>if you would have been sober you would have started to investigate it, but you were much to fucked up to do anything coherently at this point
>Annie orders Amanda to change, who now has a wooden handguard
Now, none of you change until tomorrow, okay?
>The rifles do nothing
Well, look at that, you do like them
>Annie is staring at your crotch
>"huh... yeah, suppose i do"
But t is our time. I've still not made things right after hurting you
>you are dragged up in the bedroom and have not even undressed you before Annie has put the rifles in the safe and pinned you to your bed

>That fucking noise again
>your head hurts
>most of your head hurts
>what happened last night?
>stop making that fucking noise
>you realize it's your phone

>"hello, Anon speaking"
>"Oh, no i just didn't expect you to call"
>"What, to me?
>Okay.... So when are you here?"
>"oh... Well, see you soon"

who was that, Anon?
>"Grandpa..."

>>31998978
>"Grandpa..."
Oh damn, something tells me he's not gonna like Russian raifu.

>>31998449
Wow, if he doesn't die from this, Viveca will kill probably finish the job and kill him.

>>31998961
It takes me a little over a week to write and finish something. Don't worry yourself, people who like it will still read it, even if it takes some time.

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>>31998978
Really good writing, but I don't like the outcome. It's cruel. Then again, my love scenes are more tender and intimate. You really did have me going until Annie started being mean. Boner killer for me, but I could clearly see it all in my mind. Fantastic job.
>no Light My Fire tonight
sorry guys. I've got work to do.

>>31998421
Thanks, feedback is always appreciated. And I've got a lot more comfy things planned after this :)

>>31999426
don't worry
everything will be okay. Promise. You will see soon

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>>31999426
>no Light My Fire tonight

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>>31999428
Yeah, liking your stuff so far. Keep at it, SKS

after stubs had finished giving me the standardized tests she decided to occupy my workshop for 10 days...
Doing what I had no clue as she had roped both Bellalika and Betty into this , and had them guarding the door..

I decided that it would be relatively harmless. I mean its not like they could do anything crazy right?
Thought to myself..
As I sat there pondering my thoughts my phone rang.
"hello this is anon talking" I said cheerfully.

"hello dear its mother anon." She said with a concerned sound in her voice..
"its your father he fell when he was cleaning the gutters and shattered his pelvis and a few of his vertebra."

" damn it didn't I tell him to get a contractor the last time."
I said with a feeling of exasperation.

" dear you know how stubborn he can be."
She replied. "any way if its not to much of an issue could you help me for a few days I have been finding it very difficult to manage the house because of my arthritis."

I quickly told her."ill check in with my boss and see how much I time I can get off."

After finishing the conversation with her and then calling up my supervisor and pleading for 3 days off. I packed my bags and ran out the door. and put them in my truck..

I saw betty standing in the main hallway. And told her the situation.
She responded with affirmative nod.

So there I was gone for three days off assisting my elderly parents.

As I drove up to my small cute house I noticed a huge difference.
Connected to the workshop was a large prefabricated structure made out of prefab concrete that had been covered with a façade to help it blend into the style of the adjoining home..
It didn't help it blend into the house..

"what the hell I" I shouted angrily in the car.

Okay they had passed the line now..
This called for some serious disciplinary actions.

I pondered what I could do as I opened the front door.
Clearly I couldn't have the guns destroyed that would be to cruel..
"How do you punish a gun?" I thought to myself..

>>31999472
That's pretty quick construction for just 3 days. I take it Stubs really knows how to keep herself busy.

>>31995084
It's obvious your personal life is leaking into this. Your old writing was good, but now all iv seen is garage posted for angry anon's (you)s. Take a fucking break.

>>31999472
As I opened the door I found myself facing Stubs.

"just what in the hell do you think you are doing?" I shouted angrily.

She paused for a second and then sated with a triumphant smile." The final solution to your degeneracy and the end of that shameful image board."

"wait so you are going to gas us." I said in horror.

" no cure." She replied..
Before I knew it she grabbed me by the arm and brought me into the newly added section of the house.

Before my eyes I saw a mass of cables and wires, along with two machines.
One a donut shaped object that had the soviet hammer and sickle on it.
The other one looked like an over sized MRI machine..
I also saw what appeared to be 3 small women the first was maybe 4 foot 9 at best the others were fairly pixie like in size and height..

"please tell me you didn't abduct children for this." I said with a growing feeling of dread.

She frowned at me and said."children there are no children here. only guns."

"Okay so who are they". I said pointing the three mysterious people.

"they are MP5, CZ 75 , and TT-30 respectfully." She said with a smug look of satisfaction..

I hesitantly said " Where did you acquire them from."
At that moment Bellalika stepped out from behind a series of wires carrying a tool box and said.
"ahh yess after you left we realized we would need some additional help so I led the daring raid on the center of fire arm oppression and freed them from their shackles of enslavement to the system." She looked rather proud of her accomplishment.

" wait you stole them from the police station." I blurted out.

Bellalika replied "liberated anon liberated.."

" dear god I leave you alone for 3 days and you construct a god damn fusion generator and some brain alteration machine in my house and raid the local police station." I said exasperatedly.
" yes, yes we did." Stubs replied honestly..
"now get in the machine..." Stubs said as she prodded me towards the ominous looking device.

>>31999648
Why is the German gun acting like a fucking Bolshevik?

>>31999673
Probably because the Bolshevik was helping her in her mission to make black anon a super prude.

>>31998978
I was wondering when you would introduce me to your family
>Aww fuck this is really bad, he has grandma with him as well
I am confused. And hangover, but please explain this
>"Well, Grandpa wants to give away with a warm hand instead of a cold one, and he knows that he doen't have long left, so he is distributing all his cool shit among his children and grandchildren, of which there are many"
...yes, and?
>"he is not fond of the idea of giving things to a single man, and he hates anything vaguely east block. And grandma hates weapons"
which means you think i should play your wife in this?
>"Augh, Annie, it's too early for this..."
I can stay in safe as well. You are the master here, is is up yo you
>To your slight irritation, there is no sign of teasing at all in her voice
>"noo, if i live alone here i'll look like a retard". Okay, fine you are my wi... no, fiance for today"
>Annie looks very happy with herself
Anyway, what is so important that you have to make him happy against your will?
>you spend some seconds on your phone and then hand it over to Annie
Ohh, it looks nice. What is it?
>"A 1966 Pontiac GTO. I've wanted one of those since i was nine. And if i dont look like a pathetic looser for a day, i might get it"
>Sober Annie understands the gravity of the situation
I will do what i can to aid you. I promise
>"we have like half an hour to americanize you. First of, no Russian words. At all, no cute accent either. And no... being a gun either, grandma is gonna flip, and i'm out"
I understand
>"Now, clothes, do you have, like any skinny jeans"
In my size?
>"just answer me, please"
Y-yes. I have guilty pleasures as well, you know
>"I love you Annie. Get those on, one of my hoodies, preferably the red one, and uh... get my old glasses. Oh, and take the headset from my PC, plug it into your phone and then hand them around your neck without actually listening to any music, and BANG, you're a hipster"

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>>31999751
i Heard these are not very popular...
>"Better than a Russian in his eyes"
>Annie looks sad
>"please Annie. Just today. Please"
If that is what you want, i will do it for you Anon, I love you
>"thank you Annie, i'll make it up to you. Oh, and one thing, go easy on the drinking this evening, please?"
Okay, i know i can get a little carried away
>"Yeah, speaking of that... We have to let those two out. Unless you want to deal with their puppy eyes after being in there for another ten hours
i could have done better things last night
>"Yeah... that wasn't optimal. Anyway, we have to hide away all guns, go down and bring out the bad news, i'll speak with these two
>You open up the safe, picking up the two rifles, Annie tells them to do as they please in form and they both change and stare at each other
>And then they assault you with puppy dog eyes
>"I knew what Annie did last night was bad, and you have some unfinished buisniess, but you really have to wait, okay? Me and Annie has a long day in front of us, And you have to go in the safe again, or somewhere where no one can see you. Point being... No noises, of any kind, okay?"
>They look sad, and longing. Into each others eyes, and then to you
>"aww, fuck, don't give me that... Augh, you cuddle here while me and Annie prepares, and i'll lock you in last thing, okay
>They fly into each others arms
>"hey, now. On top of the covers, clothes on, okay?"
>the both nod and hop on the bed
>you head down, properly hungover
>today is going to be a long day
>but if it could possibly end in a 1966 GTO, you have to soldier through it

>>31999648
"what happens if I resist." I said hesitantly.

Stubs responded "we will get you in there one way or another if you like it or not.."

I quickly ran to the exit only to receive a swift kick in the gut from betty, that knocked the wind out of my lungs and left me gasping for air..

I head Stubs voice as my vision faded temporarily.
" Quick get him into the machine.."

before I knew it I was strapped into the table that led into the machine..

apparently electrodes had been strapped to both my chest and head during this short period of time..

" I take it there is no weaseling my way out of this one" I said hesitantly.
"nein" Stubs said as she pushed a button, and the table I was on was slowly inserted into the tube.
I heard a slow electrical hum of motors and the movement of large magnets.

"well I better face this like a man." I thought to myself..

There was a bright flash of white then nothing..

"wait I can hear my own thoughts"
I thought to my self in this blank void..
"wait am I dead?"
" Dear god did stubs kill me that god damn kraut."
I cursed her inside my own head..

slowly I became aware of a noise..
It sounded like two people arguing.

Slowly my vision returned..
I was on the sofa.
The two voices I heard were Bellalika and Stubs.
"you god damn German you killed anon."

"he isn't dead I told you he would be in a state of reduced metabolic process you ignorant slav."

" well I didn't think it would mean his heart would stop."

As my vision came into focus I realized there was a face hovering a few mere inches from mine..

She had golden eyes and cat ears. it was TT33.
"he is awake." She shouted.

I wearily got up and tried to shake off my dizziness.

"okay they screwed with me now I'm going to screw with them" I thought to myself.
then I began screaming while flailing around

"the light the light it is so bright that it burns..
The agony oh the agony."

I heard the guns gasp in horror.

"This shouldn't be happening" Stubs replied.

>>31999673
no she is acting perfectly German.. She has constructed a facility for human experimentation of dubious ethical standing.
She has just acquired Russian material..

>>31999781
>hipster
>better than a russian
Ouch that's gotta sting

>>31999789
"look your machine is causing him to suffer."
Bellalika said.

"don't worry I can solve this." stubs said as she produced a syringe and stuck it in two bottles labeled in German."

I decided I had been enough of a human Guinea pig today and stopped with my award winning theatrics..

"wait wait I'm fine" I quickly declared..

Bellalika's concerned face turned to one of anger.
"you had me worried sick anon, at first I though we killed you then I thought we condemned you to a life of pain and suffering."

"yeah well I'm fine please don't inject me with that syringe.." I said pleadingly.

"ahh its good to see you made such a rapid recovery now its time for the tests." Stubs said.

"are you sure we can't let anon rest for a bit ."
Bellalika replied.

Stubs grumbled 'you communist are always so emotional... Fine I guess I can let him have a nights rest although the night afterwards we are testing him."

"so can I sleep in my bed, or are you going to lock me up?"
I asked fearing the reply.

"Yes you can sleep in your bed you will be under constant supervision though." Stubs said..
"even when I shit?"

"yes especially when you shit 95 percent of all test subject escapes happen when they use the bathroom." Stubs quickly responded.

I stood in awe of her strange knowledge regarding the matter of test subjects..
All I could do is sigh at the loss of my freedoms and accept my new rifle overlords..

"well what happens if I need to you know."
I said.

"what?" stubs replied.

"things..." I vaguely replied.

"what type of things.." she responded..

"dear god do I have to spell it out for you do you know nothing about men.."
.." I responded.

Feeling defeated and embarrassed I said the forbidden words out loud. "jerking off, where will I do that."
Stubs face turned bright red... "well, I have thought of that so I purchased this.."
She replied as she produced a bag that was labeled masturbation hutch..
"wait I thought that was a meme" I said.

>>31999789
>>31999981

unethical experimentation on anon is weird... but much better than unethical things done to raifu

>>31999981
Poor anon, being bullied by his own guns.

>>31999981
I'm going to be disappointed if this story doesn't end with a bunch of WW2 U.S. service weapons driving a Sherman through the wall to liberate anon.

>>31999981
Thinking about the idea of jerking off in that stupid little tent thing killed off any thoughts of ever being able to release my sexual angst..

"no thanks I think I would rather have my balls chopped off." I stated as I headed to the door..

"wait." I heard stubs declare.

"what is it now" I replied to her.

she held up an iPad, it was on every ones favorite Philippian knitting website on a thread tilted BRG..
I promptly vomited..

I heard excited shouting in German and Russian...
"we have finally cured anon... "
I felt 4 hands pull me up.
It was Bellalika and Betty..
They both had big smiles..

"what are you smiling about I just threw up."
I said..

"It means we don't have to worry about anon doing disgusting degenerate things or looking at other people do them to rifles.."
Wait are you going to cure other people to.
"yes we have already identified the worst trips and are going to collect them." she said as she produced a list from her pocket..

For some reason I felt no need to stop them from continuing their morally dubious activity, or inform them that kidnapping people is in fact a crime..

"Well I am going to take a shower." I declared seeing as I was covered in my own stomach contents..

"that's fine we will be escorting you." Both Betty and Bellalika said.

"but but that's indecent." I protested to them..
"Sorry anon but we cant have your running away." Betty replied. "Oh also you have to wear this.."
It appeared to be a watch..
"what is it." I asked.

Betty looked me in the eyes and said. " Its a tracking device anon.. Its to make sure you don't run away while your at work."

By this point I was too worn out to appreciate the irony of a black man being forced to wear a tracking device in this day and age to make sure he wouldn't run away..

"Okay fine. Do I have to wear it in the shower."
I questioned.
Yes yes you do.
"alright." I said.

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May or may not be an update on Damaged Good's tonight. Realized I didn't have a good layout of all of Anon's geists. Currently building a character list.

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>>32000344
Gonna need moar of that Tsundere Krink, mang.

>>32000204
Well this got strange quickly...

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>>32000204
Poor anon...

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>>32000407
More is coming, don't worry.

Have a sneak peak at the character list in progress. This is only of the ones you have met (some).

>>32000204
As I showered I suddenly realized that despite owning at least three guns I hadn't even fired them once.Well asides from stubs who refused to fire.

"umm hey I know this will interrupt stubs study and all but do any of you guys want to go shooting tomorrow?"

"Wait do guns go shooting with you or do you shoot them?" I suddenly thought

Betty replied first " I don't see why not.."
Provided you have ammo for all of us..

Suddenly I felt very aware of the two rifles who were watching me shower, through the shower curtain.
I finished showering as fast as I could possibly.

"can you guys close your eyes or turn around."
I said peering around the shower curtain.
"fine anon." Betty said as she turned around.
Bellalika stayed facing me.
"I want to see what type of man anon is"
She replied looking at me.
"that's that's lewd." I shouted..

Betty faced Bellalika and said
"give the boy his privacy."

With some grumbling Bellalika turned around..

With their gazes currently at the wall I quickly put on my pajamas.

"its okay you can look back now." I said awkwardly.

They both returned their focus on me..

"come on anon, I wanted to see what type of man you are.." Bellalika said with a suggestive grin..

Betty replied. "stop teasing him, give him a break."

I felt distinctly uneasy with the way Bellalika was looking at me.

I quickly thought of a way to get her eyes off me and said " Umm Bellalika what ammo do you use? And is Russian ammunition as bad as I hear it is." Now I already new that she fired 7.62x54. I just really wanted to get back at her.

"who said Russian ammunition was bad?" She asked as if some one had insulted her mother.

"well I don't know just some guy on the internet he said it was so corrosive it rotted the barrel out.." I said continuing my lie.

"that is nothing but lies Russia and the soviet union only produce the finest ammo available." She ranted.
Oh boy I shouldn't have poked the bear.

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Alright, gonna continue on with Hotline Waffegeist, Part 4.

Continuing from where we left off at >>31998628

>Down the stairs, you notice the smell of the area is similar to that of alcohol, vinegar, solvent, and bananas.
>You move through the door, you see an odd assortment of thugs and guards sitting on a couch watching some movie.
>To your right, a thug noticed you.
>Breaking into action, threw the hammer at his head, leaving a very audible crack.
>the three on the couch heard you, causing them to quickly get up.
>Before they could fully get up, you grab the couch and flip it on them.
>Not breaking your momentum, you jump over the couch, stop one of them in the head, and kick the other.
>The guard managed to get on his feet, and looked ready to attack.
>You grabbed the TV, which continued to play some degenerate looking film, and hit him over the head with it. Repeatedly. Too much even. Both the TV and the guard’s head became nothing but pulp.
>The one you kicked started coming too.
>Heading over you continued to slam his face into the ground, leaving a pool of blood and tissue to collect.
>Your anger continues to simmer.
>Your gun threw a shitfit. Every gun around here doesn’t seem to work. You got shot. And you suspect you were sent to just kill some drug dealers you can give less than two shits about.

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>>32000920
>Without anything on hand, you kick open the next door and charge in.
>The first person you see is some thug, and you tackle him.
>You grab the AK-pistol he held, and tried to fire it at the two other guards.
>Gun sounded as though it was dry firing the entire time.
>In a fit of rage, you slammed your fist hard on his throat, got up, and ran towards the wall.
>The two thugs hearing the clicks and you tackling the thug move towards now, now firing.
>You smacked one of them with the pistol, dropped the gun, and punched the other hard.
>You grabbed the rifle the one who was shooting you and tried to fire it on him.
>Again, it kept firing as though it were out of ammo, further enraging you.
>You took the gun and began to beat one of the thugs over the head with it using the butt of the stock.
>The other thug tried to get up, but instead you grabbed the rifle by the stock like a bat and smacked him over the side of the head and beat him over as though the gun were a baseball bat.
>After smearing skull fragments across the ground, you released the magazine from the rifle, and saw was still filled with bullets.
>You stand up, drop the gun, and move on towards the door where the guards once stood.
>Door was locked
>You tried kicking it open, but it was reinforced and made of steel, leaving you no chance of knocking it open.
>You found a bag of white powder on the floor and picked it up.

>>32000777
Damn, lucky trips and then some other pretty respectable trips.


Also stop making me want to fuck my mossberg 500

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>>32000988
>You move into the next room, which housed a bunch of cages with girls that looked to be pre-teen to teen.
>Now you see why you were sent here.
>Looking to your right, you see someone come out of a room along the wall.
>You throw the bag at this face, with it exploding in a cloud of dust.
>Being blinded by the powder, the guard was momentarily dazed, buying you time to beat his limp face in.
>You tried to open up the cages, but to no avail.
>You entered the room where the guard came from to find the source of the smell; bags of heroin and solvent.
>Along the wall, you see a set of keys.
>You grab them, and then made your way to the cages
>You unlocked and opened each cage, yet the girls were too scared to leave.
>You didn’t feel like dealing with them right at this moment, and made your way to the door in front of you.

>when you want to write your romance story but
it would get flushed out

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>>32001049
>You find it was reinforced similarly to the one door before.
>You used the keys you picked up and unlocked the door.
>There in the room was a lone man at a set of computer screens.
>He turns to greet you, and you greeted him with your fist in his face.
>With a blow to the face, the man fall down, with his nose bleeding.
>Looking at him, you recognize who he is.
>He’s one of Hollywood’s notable anti-gun and anti-waffengeist film producers and directors.
>Yet, in the face of his impending, doom, he beings to smile.
>Moving downward yours him, you grab his collar, and wind up to give him the biggest beating you’ve ever given someone.
>*THWACK!*
>Suddenly you’re on the ground, feeling numb.
>The world begins to go black.
>Before darkness completely enveloped you, Viveca’s face flashed in your mind.

And that's Part 4 of Hotline Waffegeist. Is our main character dead? Will Viveca save him? Or will I launch the lolnuke and end this story very unsatisfactory just like in Hotline Miami 2? Stay tuned until next time.

>>32001044
>Also stop making me want to fuck my mossberg 500

No

>>32001076
Do it.

>>32001106
>cliffhanger
YOU SON OF A BITCH

>>32000914
Bellalika continued ranting for 10 minuets about how superior soviet ammunition was.
Only after she had covered every aspect of why it was better then every other ammunition was allowed to walk to the computer to order ammunition.

Sadly Russian ammunition was banned from import Ukrainian ammunition would have to be used for her..


All in all I purchased each gun 300 rounds of ammunition even for the "liberated" guns..

With that done it was off to bed.

As I got into bed I realized that Stubs had set up a chair straight across from my bed and had a pad of paper and a note book.

I slowly asked "uhh Stubs I thought you weren't going to test me for the rest of the night?"

She quickly replied " no I'm not testing you I'm just observing your sleep patterns."

"alright what ever" I said lazily as I turned out the lights and went to bed.

When I was in the twilight realm of falling asleep i could have swore I heard stubs mutter " he looks so cute when he is sleeping."

And with that last sound I was embraced by the sweet darkness of sleep.

>>32000067
ohh anon you might be on to something...

>>32001106
>Or will I launch the lolnuke and end this story very unsatisfactory just like in Hotline Miami2?
Welp, time to never buy that game.
Also please don't end it like that.

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>>32001139
If it makes you feel better, I have no intention of dropping a lolnuke.

Though I am juggling between two different endings.

>>32001239
Despite the shitty ending, I ended up liking HM2 a lot. The Fans levels were some of my favorite, and the soundtrack was far better than HM1

>>32001195
>>32000914
I stop Stubs finally relents and allows anon to finally shoot her. Anon has to have the blue balls version of having a gun fail on you that badly.

>>32001208
also I figured enough bad things have happened to rifles here.

Yeah he went through 120 rounds of fail in total.

Of which 60 were after he spent hours carefully cleaning his rifle..

>>32001319
oh yeah and he had to manually cycle each round.

>>32001319
>>32001344
>rifle constantly fails to cycle and eject

Just pawn it off on some neckbeard. :^)

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>>32001389
no >:(

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Man and Machine: Part 5
http://pastebin.com/egv1BA7v

Part 1/?

I heard the pilot's voice over the intercom. “We've got Seraphs inbound! 5 marks at 11 o'clock!” I could hear the fear in her voice. “We're gonna die!” one of the Marines wailed. “Pull yourself together Leatherneck! We're gonna make it, just you wait and see!” I moved past the crew chief and up to the cockpit. “Give me a status report pilot! How long till we're topside?” The pilot gave me a quick glance and read her instrument panel. “About 6 minutes sir!” Shit. 6 long, vulnerable minutes. Does the UNSC even have a presence on Charon? “Fuck. Try getting any planet-side UNSC forces on comms. I'd prefer not to get shot out of space today.” “Yes sir!” she replied with purpose. “All UNSC forces, this is Pelican Delta 308 from the UNSC Vienna, requesting immediate assistance! We've got contact all over us!” I felt the ship shake. “Goddamit! We've been hit!” the co-pilot said. A Seraph zoomed past us. “Pilot, can you take that fucker out with the chaingun? We won't last long if we don't knock down a few of their fighters!” “Negative sir, they're moving too fast! Cannon can't get a good lock on.” I swore under my breath. We were sitting ducks here, and everyone knew it. The Marines had a panicked look on their face. They knew they were about to die, and I couldn't help them. I glanced back to the cockpit. A red light on the console started flashing, and a warning siren began to blare. “Fuck! We're in his sights! I'm going to try and shake him. Hang on!” The artificial gravity projectors had a hard time keeping up with the sudden movement, and I went off balance as the ship lurched to the left. I heard someone throw up, and saw blue plasma bolts overshoot as as we dove down.

>>32001425
“This is Pelican Delta 308! We're about to get fucked over here. We need support NOW!” As the pilot had finished her hail, her co-pilot pointed to an object ahead of us and cursed. I looked up, and saw a Seraph with a glowing green light, unmistakably a fuel rod cannon being charged up. I prepared to meet my maker.
The Seraph was engulfed in a blue explosion. Coming up from the bottom of the now wrecked fighter were two Longswords. The co-pilot sighed in relief and I heard the pilot say “Oh thank fuck”. I saw the two black ships pull along side us from the cockpit window. “Malevolence-1 and Malevolence-2 at your service ma'am. How can we help the Corps today?” a male voice with a Southern accent said.

>>32001436
I heard a Marine in the back say “Damned flyboys! Always wanting to put on a show. I think I'll have to change my pants after that one!” The comment got a few nervous laughs, myself included. I spoke up. “We're grateful for the assist Malevolence. Our ass would have been toast if you guys didn't show up when you did. Is the rest of your squadron dealing with the Covenant?” “Yessir! We got 20 Longswords up here engaging the measly force those Covvie bastards sent up to deal with you. I guess they wasn't expecting Charon's finest now was they?” I heard a chuckle on my comms. These pilots were a bit bombastic but I owed them my ass. Maybe I'd get them a case once we we landed. “Status report, pilot. Did that Seraph do any damage?” “Sensors say that some of the shielding above the troop compartment is gone, but all my flight controls are still functional. We'll be alright.” I took a deep breath and sighed. I guess we're not toast after all. We entered the atmosphere shortly thereafter.

>>32001448
. . .

ATC had us redirected to the only city on the planet, Berlin. I took the extra time to ask Jennifer about the destruction of the Vienna. Not wanting to potentially ruin morale, I turned the microphone off so that only she could hear what I said, and vice versa. “So what exactly destroyed the ship?” I inquired of her. “It looks like the Covenant brought a series of anti-matter charges with them.” She responded. They probably placed one on each of the major levels in order to blast it in two.” “Don't you know for certain Jenn?” “Honey, I lost control of the ship when you yanked me, remember? Did she just call me “honey”? “I was in communication wirelessly with the ship's sub-routines, but I couldn't view everywhere at once like normal. So no.” I remained silent for a few seconds. “Did anyone else make it?” “From when we left, it seems only a team of ODSTs were able escape. I lost total communication with the ship about 5 minutes later.” “What about the Captain?” She sighed. “I'm getting nothing back from the Neural Implant. He's probably...” She didn't finish the sentence. “Dead,” I said. My tone of voice had a certain finality to it. I stood their standing for a few seconds more, thinking about what just happened.

>>32001319
I think the rifles treating the owner bad is kinda an interesting concept. But the psychological experiments are just too much, it's like a new level of sick.

I want to hope that he can get the guns to come back around, but I feel that by writing this, it's never gonna happen.

>>32001458
Another ship gone. Another irreplaceable capital ship, and all the materiel inside it. Tanks, guns, planes; everything. What's worse, we lost a lot of good soldiers. We need men just as much as bullets in this war, and our numbers are already dwindling. A lot of wives, daughters, sons, and husbands will grieve today. We lost a brilliant Captain today too. How can we possibly win this war? It'd take a miracle to happen.
I switched my microphone back on and went up to the pilot. “Hey,” I said solemnly to her. “Do you think you could open the ramp up? I'd like to see the planet we'll most likely be defending.” “No problem, sir. Enjoy the view.” The ramp lowered and locked in place with a satisfying metallic thud. Down below, I could see strip-mines pockmarked along the earth like bomb craters. “Damn, that's a lot of mining!” I heard Pulowski shout over the engines and wind. “Yeah. Jenn says it's 10% of the titanium alone.” “BXR Corporation?” “Probably”. The young marine gazed out onto the ground below. Perhaps he was wondering if he was going to die there.

>>32001472
. . .

We finally reached the city about half an hour later. It reminded me a bit of New Alexandria. The city park had been converted into a makeshift landing zone, and we began to lower our altitude. As we landed, I could see Army troops mulling about, moving to and fro on their orders. I saw a burly black Lieutenant waiting for us as well. As the Marines took their harness off and got out of their seats, I stepped off the Pelican. The LT made his way towards me, and I gave him a casual salute, which he returned and dropped. I did the same. “Are you Sierra One-One-Four?” He spoke with an English accent. “Yes sir, that's me.” “You can call me Lieutenant Morrison. You and your Marines are to come with me. Major General Andropova needs to see you.” Not the bullshitting type huh I thought to myself. He led us to a pair of transport Warthogs, and we filed in. I took shotgun in his vehicle, and we took lead. “So tell me about this Major General of yours. Andropova was her name, right sir?” “Yes. She's head of the Army detachment here on Charon II. She has some urgent orders for you and your squad.” “So tell me about yourself sir. Where do you come from?” “I'm not one to give out personal details, Spartan. It distracts me from my job, and that can cost lives.” Damn dude, lighten up a little. We're not exactly in the middle of a battlefield.

>>32001486
ot exactly in the middle of a battlefield.
We arrived at a massive skyscraper. The front had two spires going up, one longer than the other; it reminded me of the Vienna's cannons in a sense. “Alright, we're here.” said Morrison. “Everyone out.” We all disembarked and made it to a humongous elevator. “The General should be waiting for you on the 77th floor. Her office will be right in front of you. Don't be late,” Morrison said flatly. The glass doors closed and Morrison went off to another objective, wasting no time in doing so.
The view on the way up was magnificent. Save for the floor and the ceiling, the entire elevator was made of glass. We could see the expanses of the city around us; from her gasp, even the AI in my helmet seemed impressed. I wondered though, Why hadn't the Covenant started glassing the city yet, or even attacked us yet? Did the Captain manage to disable the third vessel as well?

>>32001493
The elevator began to slow down, and the Marines all looked at each other nervously. A call like this always meant a new assignment, which meant more combat. I shared their anxiety. The elevator finally stopped, and a pleasant “bing” sounded as the doors whooshed open. Various Army personnel were running around in a state of near-panic. I saw some kitted-up troops but most of them seemed like paper pushers. Pulowski rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath. We made our way forward. Pleasantly, I saw three ODSTs with their helmets off just ahead of Andropova's office. I recognized one of them as Barnes, and took my helmet off as well. I ran over to him. “Barnes!” He stopped talking to his squaddie and a shit-eating grin appeared on his face. “How the fuck you doing? I thought we lost you back there. How'd you get off?” I inquired. I outstretched my arm and he grasped it, our elbows bent downward. I gave him a quick pat on the arm and saw him wince a little. “It was just pure fuckin' luck man. Cap'n ordered us to our drop pods just in case something fucky happened. We got there just as some big explosion shook the ship. We realized it was fucked and dropped manually...Say, what happened to Captain?”

>>32001509
The smile faded from his face. “His neural implant went offline. He's probably-” “Don't finish the sentence” he said, and gestured for me to turn around. The Marines caught up to me, and I could tell they were glad someone else made it off. “You sure brought quite the party. Well, I shouldn't keep you. She already briefed us, so we'll meet you when that's over. Damn good to see you Jake.” The smile reappeared on his face. “You too Barnes, see you in a few.” I held the door open for the Marines and gestured them inside.

>>32001518
I made my way to the front of the group and caught my first look at Major General Andropova. She had a wrinkled face, with distinctly Slavic features. I assumed she was either from one of the Slavic countries on Earth, Reach, or New Harmony. I gave her a rigid salute. “Chief Petty Officer Sierra One-One-Four reporting for Duty ma'am”. “Ah, Petty Officer. I've been expecting you. Please, have a seat.” She gestured to a mahogany seat in front of her desk. Her accent was thick and rough, not gentle enough to be from New Harmony. “No thank you ma'am, I'd like to stand with the rest of my troops if that's alright with you.” She looked away to her window overlooking the city. The sun bathed her face in rays of golden light. “As you wish.” She looked back to me. “So, Spartan. Jake is it? I have a special task for you and your Marines.” She booted up a holographic display of the city. “So far, the Covenant have not attacked us yet. We're not sure why. Right now, we're taking this time to evacuate the civilian population of the city. Standard procedure, as I'm sure you know. There is one person that I want to be sure gets off this planet safely.”

>>32001529
The projector switched to show a young girl's face. She was probably no older than 15. “An HVI ma'am?” “Yes. Her name is Danielle Silverman. Her father is the CEO of BXR Mining. It would be detrimental to the war effort if he were to become...distracted by such a loss as grievous as his own daughter. Do you understand?” “Yes ma'am.” “I'll have her location shared with your AI. I'm putting at your disposal a troop and recce Warthog. Try to return them the way you received them. I know that can be rough for you Marines sometimes.” The centuries old Army-Marine rivalry making it's way known. I had expected a bit more professionalism from such a high-ranking officer. She looked back at the window. A few seconds passed by. “That will be all Petty Officer. You are dismissed.” She didn't even turn to face me. We saluted her once more and left the office.

End chapter

>>32001195
As I was awoken by my work alarm I was greeted to the sight of stubs staring at me intensely.

"Do you ever sleep" I asked her as I moved the sleep dust out of my eyes..
"nein its a waste of time" She replied.

With out thinking I took off my pajamas and changed only to realize that in the process of getting my clothes on I accidentally mooned stubs..

I turned around to apologize, and saw stubs face cherry red..

"oh sorry I should have given you a heads up I'm really sorry about that."
I said as apologetically as I could at 5 am in the morning.

Stubs stammered " I I I will be in the work room I have tons of data to analyze."

She quickly ran off.

"Hmm that's odd". I thought to myself. "Then again she is quite the prude."

So I walked into the kitchen and made my self a quick meal consisting of bran cereal and milk..

It was then I noticed the golden eyes staring at me from on top of my fridge along with the cat ears and tail.
"Oh hi TT-33" I replied as I brainlessly munched into my tasteless morning food.

She jumped down from the fridge in a second and got in the chair directly across from me.

"Hi anon.. My name is Rachel. you can call me ray for short." She said with a strange mixture of a Russian accent and an anime cat girl, it was utterly adorable..

"okay ray." I said as I mindlessly ate my food..

"anon can I be your concealed carry for the day.."

"no I work in a mine. You would get dirty and hurt.." I replied.

"but anon what happens if there are monsters in that mine." She replied to me with fear in her eyes..

"don't worry the biggest monster in that mine is Mike and that's because when he farts you need to put your rescue respirator on."
I said jokingly to her.

Her ears twitched.
"Alright can I at least ride in the truck with you to your job site?" She said tilting her head at a 35 degree angle of adorableness., which I couldn't resist.

"ohh alright I." I replied.
looking at this adorable little fluff ball.

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>>32001563
>Stubs likely sneaked a peak while anon was sleeping.

>>32001630
That gif is still highly unsettling

>>32001563
I patted her on the head, it was addictively soft and hear ears were fluffy..

"anon what are you doing?"

She asked with a mild amount of concern.

I didn't realize it but I was petting her head for 2 minuets straight.

"sorry I kind of dozed off there." I replied as I quickly removed my hand from the dangerously soft and fluffy Ray.

She quickly followed me out to my truck.
When I opened the drivers side door and sat down she jumped right on my lap..
...
"ray I cant drive with you on my lap." I said tiredly.

"but anon I'm a side arm." she protested.

"exactly a side arm."
I said as I picked her up and put her in the passenger seat.

she put on a pouty face.
"Its safer for you this way." I said as I secured her seat belt.
I ruffled her hair..
"okay lets get to my job site." I said as I gently drove the car down my drive way.

I put on an old casset tape I found in my truck when I first purchased it.
It seemed to be a compilation of 70s era music the first song was "it aint me." followed by "sympathy for the devil.", " and some of the old yardbirds songs..

Me and ray listened to the music as we went on our 30 minuet ride to the worksite..

"well here we are " I said as we reached the mining site.

>>32001630
I shall not put lewdness in this story until much much later if ever... For now head pats and hugs..

>>32001711
Which is why I love it.

>>32001726
I figured as much. Just my crazy sleep deprived brain seeing things there isn't for the silliness of it

>>32001809
its okay anon it can get as lewd in your personal head cannon as you want it too...

How do you guys usually determine what clothes a Waffengeist has by default?

>>31999781
I'm half expecting a 4 U joke

so which waffengiest do you think will be the first to molest anon.. I'm betting on stubs.

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>>32001840
Nah, I just make things more perverted than they really are when I get silly in the head. Love what you wrote so far, so keep up the great work! Can't wait to read all of the mischief TT-33 will cause to that poor anon.

>>32002021
I wouldn't know. I'm not reading it.

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>>31994889
>/k/ wants to fuck their guns

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>>32002131
>insert pictures of people making love to a galil and moist nugget.

I prefer to treat them as children I do not have...
>tfw will never have a gun call me papa

>>32002021
Stubs is to much of a prude, I'm going with Bellalika.

>>31994889

If this image is OC, how did you manage to get IL-2 running on Windows 8.1/10 @64b?

Also, is there still an online community?

Updates?

HD support?

Multicore support?

>>32002229
Going wild card and say Betty, because she's a Rhodie nationalist and anon is black. Yes, I am aware that the majority of the security force of those who fought for Rhodesia were also black, but still

>>32002260

That's actually War Thunder.

>>32001714
As I closed the truck door I looked her in the eyes and told her to stay put..

Then I went about my work day, inspecting miles and miles of electrical wires pure fun, that is till we get a call on the radio.
"we have a report of a small child running around on the premise. we want all operators of heavy machinery to be aware of their surroundings." The announcer said.

"God damn it I told her to stay put" I thought to my self.

Its not like I could stop doing what I was doing to go get her..

So for the last 4 hours of my job I was worried sick about her getting crushed or run over..

I got back to my truck in the parking lot
and opened the door.

the TT-33 pistol was covered in mud on the passenger side floor.

"Ray." I said with a slight hint of annoyance in my voice as I put the car in reverse and drove out of the parking lot.

She appeared suddenly in the passenger seat.

She was covered in mud..

"ray didn't I tell you to stay in the truck." I said while keeping my eyes on the road.

"yes anon." She said guiltily

"Why did you leave the truck?"

She spoke with a hint of anger"Well there was this bird that kept landing on the front of your truck and crowing at me and it kept taunting me.."

"ray you cant chase birds at an active mining site." I sighed wearily as I realized I should have expected such cat like behavior from her.

"oh well I'm going to have to clean you up now." I said.

We arrived at our house 30 minuets later, we both exited the truck and closed its doors.

" Can you bring me as a conceald carry next time." She asked wagging her muddy tail..

"I guess I will have to get it cleared with the boss first." I replied thoroughly defeated.

As I walked into the house I was greated by stubs in the kitchen cooking something.

I jokingly said to her "stubs I hope you aren't using mustard gas, its not actually mustard."

"no I'm making steak, and a turkey." She replied softly as if I had offended her.

>>32001462
This

>>32002131
You bet your fucking ass I do.

Continuation of the STALKER AK story I started yesterday.

>I open my eyes slightly as I come to, taking in my surroundings.
>I get ready to sit up, but I see the sleeping form of the fox girl beside me.
>I choose to enjoy the contact with her for at least a little bit. I haven't felt a real woman snuggle up to me in years.
>She eventually opens her eyes, her tail flicking s bit around my waist.
Morning.
>She yawns, and I can see her small canines.
Hey... how'd you sleep?
>I sit up and run my fingers through my short hair.
Good. I slept better than usual, actually.
>She nods and slides out of the sleeping bag, grabbing her jacket and putting it on, facing away from me as she does it.
>I grab my boots and lace them up, walking out of my tent with my pack. I drag a log over and sit on it, taking out a knife and a small hand mirror.
>I run the sharp blade over my stiff whiskers, using the mirror to watch what I was doing.
You're taking the time to shave out here?
>I shrug and continue to shave frontier-style.
Gasmasks don't seal with facial hair. Besides, helps pass the time.
>Eventually I finish up, and rub my face to clear loose hair. I then gather some kindling and use my flip lighter to ignite some of it, the fire starting back up.
>I take out a small tin of franks and beans, grabbing my knife and cutting the top off. I wipe my bean covered blade on the grass to clean it, setting up my cooking kit over the fire.
>I pour the bean and pork mixture into the cooking pan, watching it level off at the bottom.

>>32001537
Haven't played Halo since the 3rd game, but this is some pretty good stuff, Halofag. Good work!

>>32002294
Betty was getting the table ready while Bellalika and CZ 75 along with MP5 were no where to be seen.

"umm where are the other guns?" I asked Betty.

"they left for a hiking trip they will be back in an hour."

"oh okay I replied to her." I wasn't worried about anyone finding them on my property considering I was well away from the town and that my property extended to 50 acres..

"so what tests do you have me doing tonight." I said to stubs
" nothing much just some memory puzzles.."

"really that's it." I exclaimed after hearing that.

"geez you seem to be loosing your touch mien fuhrer." I said jokingly.

Her face turned red as she said " I could always give you more work, there is never not enough work." She said with a determined gleam in her eye.

I came up from behind and hugged her making sure to get the grit and grim from my work uniform on to her clothes.

"ahh anon what are you doing?" She shouted.

"I'm giving you a hug." I cheerfully said with a shit eating grin..

"anon put me down this instant,." She angrily declared.

"not until my little waffengeist calms down." I said in a patronizing tone.

She struggled to get away but couldn't break my bear hug until i put her down..

Her face was as red as a cherry tomato.

"I'm going to serve the food and then I will get changed." She said with a wavering voice..

"alright my little fascist I." said after I tussled her hair.

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>>32002388
OH BOY OH MAN
I'm loving these STALKER/Upotte crossovers

>>32002444
same.. Loving it.

>>32002429
Minor nitpick, but I think someone noted that the singular version of geists is "waffegeist" and the plural is "waffengeist"

and...CUTE!!!

>>32002217
>tfw will never have a gun call me papa
Ow. My soul.

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>>32002463
Cheeki girls doing Breeki things is what it's all about.

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

>>32002388

>As I use a ladle with the cooking kit to stir the pork n' beans, I strike up a conversation with my rifle.
Having trouble deciding what faction you are yet?
>I can see her smile as she shakes her head.
It's all the parts you gave me. Duty stock, Freedom foregrip and dust cover. Makes me look different.
>I nod and see the beans begin to steam up a bit.
You hungry?
>She nods, and I can hear her stomach growl a little bit. She curses a bit and begins to speak in rapid fire Russian. I don't understand it too much, since I'm what you'd call Ukrainian city trash.
>I take the cooking pot off the fire and set it down on the ground, taking out an MRE spoon and a decent fork with rust at the end of the handle. I hold out the fork to her.
Dig in.
>I grab my spoon and dip it into the beans, blowing on it and shoveling it into my awaiting mouth. Canned food is some of the best stuff in the Zone, since they're nonperishable, have a sturdy container, and most of all, doesn't give you brick shits like MRE's do.
>I can see her prod the beans with her fork.
What the hell is this?
>I swallow another mouthful of beans, wiping off my mouth.
Baked beans with hot dog prices inside.
>She furrows her eyebrows.
Hot dogs?
>How the fuck does she not know what hot dogs are?
>I guess she's just really Russian.
Kinda like sausage, except pork and softer.
>She nods slowly and spears a hot dog peice, bringing it up to eye level.
Go on, try it.
>She shrugs and takes a bite out of it, and I can immediately see the pain on her face.
Cyka, that's hot!
>I struggle to contain my laughter as she commits a mistake a child makes.
Blow on it first.
>She glares at me and gently blows on the rest of the hot dog, cooling it down at shoving it in her mouth.

>>32002579
sure she is shoving hot dogs in her mouth...

>>32002615
/r/ing that gif. You know the one

>>32002288

gay.

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>>32002615
And blowing them

>>32002720
lewd. Awoo.

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>>32002399
Thanks! If you haven't read all the other chapters, you can find them on my pastebin as well. I'll drop Chapter 5 tommorow.

>>31995084
don't let haters get you down my man..

>>32002444
>>32002463
>>32002485

Glad you guys are liking it!

>>32002579

>She begins to chew, and she nods.
Processed, but good.
>I take another spoonful, blowing on it and putting it in my mouth. Living off of shitty food has made me really appreciate a decent meal, but this would suffice.
>After a while of eating, we scrape the last beans out of the pan and clean it with a rag and as little water as possible.
>Then, I pack up the cooking kit, tent, and sleeping bag, letting the fire burn for use by other Stalkers.
>I put on my Sunrise suit, and realise it has a tear in the sleeve. I curse and hope that it isn't too cold today, putting on my ALICE frame pack.
>I find my Kalash leaning against the log, and I pick her up. I grab my sling and attach her to the two mounts. I then take a full magazine, rocking it into the receiver. I hear a muffled moan as I pull the charging handle back and flick the safety off.
>wut.jpg
>Anyway, I take out my PDA, looking at the map to figure out where to go next.
>It looks like there's an abandoned building close by. I remember hearing that it has a couple artifacts through the grapevine, but it apparently has more anomalies than your mom has dicks inside of her, which is no easy feat.
>I begin to make my way out of the forest due East, clutching my rifle like it was my lifeline.
>Which it was.

Alright, I'll pick this up tomorrow. I'd love to stay and write more, but I'm gonna be busy tomorrow. I hope you guys enjoyed some character development.

>>32001859
I think color of clothes has to do with the type of material/furniture they have, i.e. wood=brown, polymer/plastic = whatever color of poly/plas the gun has. As for what type of clothes, not sure.

If the gun saw military service, it seems like they retain that uniform for most writers.

Seems about right, not sure how close to the mark I am.

>>32002260
OP image is actually War Thunder.

To make IL-2 1946 run on Windows 8.1, set it to run at compatibility mode on Windows 7. Menu might appear buggy, but game runs smoothly otherwise.

it's been a little while, but prepare for comfy. 10/22, day 7.

>wake up to your phone alarm vibrating
>you work a late shift today but have plans for the day
>you ease your way out of Ruby's grasp
>she's getting more insistent – you ended up sacrificing your shirt to escape
>she wraps it in her arms and buries her face in it as you get up off the floor
>do the usual bathroom stuff, then start breakfast going
>the smell of eggs, bacon, and coffee draws the sleepy Ruger out of bed
>she's still carrying your shirt
>you trade her a plate of food for it and she wanders off to the dining room, grumbling about something
>you make yourself a plate of food and join her
>once she has some caffeine and food in her, Ruby is more pleasant
>”Good morning, anon.”
“Is it? It didn't sound like one earlier.”
>”C'mon, no teasing. You know I don't like mornings.”
“Well, you're going to like this one, I think.”
>”Oh? What are you plotting?”
“Remember last nigh, the guy I have to talk to? We're going to meet him after breakfast.”
>her eyes get wide as she remembers what that meant
>”Okay!”
>she bolts the rest of her food down and then runs off to get ready
>you finish your food and stick the plate in the dishwasher
>as if prompted by the noise of it, Ruby yells to hurry up
>you go into the bedroom to get dressed
>Ruby's in the bathroom doing hair and makeup
>as you're pulling on a shirt, you hear an unholy scream from the bathroom
>after you pull your heart back down from the ceiling, you peek in the bathroom

>Ruby was trying to put on mascara, and left a black stripe on the bridge of her nose
>”Damnit, now I have to clean this off...” she mutters to herself
“Can you not scare me to death next time that happens?”
>she jumps as you talk, not expecting you
>”Eh-hehe, sorry...”
>you take a deep breath to try to calm yourself as you finish getting dressed
>because of the makeup incident you beat her out to the car
>you lean against the passenger front door as you wait for her
>as she comes out to the car, you can't help but notice how pretty she is
>she's beautiful to you normally, but when she puts the effort in she shines up like a brand-new penny
“Shall we?”
>”Yes, of course! But...”
>she trails off as she looks at you, then the car, then back at you
>you turn and offer an arm out to her to hold onto
>she quickly wraps her arms around yours as you start walking down the driveway
“It's not too far to where we're going, so I thought a walk would be nice.”
>”Anything's nice when it's with you,” she says with a smile
>she slides a hand down your arm and wraps your fingers in hers
>the two of you walk about 15 minutes until you are finally in town
>in town is a big True Value Hardware that takes up two storefronts
>one is for hardware and sells firearms and ammo
>the other is for appliance sales, both new and used
>you hold the door for Ruby as she enters
>”Hey Anon, how's it going?” says the cashier
“Pretty good, Steve. Hey, is Bill in today? I needed to talk to him.”
>”Oh, yeah, he's in back receiving inventory. You know where?”
“Yep, I do.”
>you turn to Ruby
“Look around for a bit, I have to talk to the owner for a few minutes for ya, OK?”
>”OK!” she says with a big smile
>Ruby stars looking around the store, starting with the firearms because they're most familiar to her
>she spots a shelf of Quiet-22 and sticks her tongue out at it
>then her eyes alight on something in the display case
>”Can I see that one, please?”

>>32001462
Have you read Falfag's Pale King?

She sort of plays with that idea, just a little bit.

But It's not explicit.

>>32003568

>”Well, if she's as good as you say she is, I'd be interested.” Bill says
“Okay, great, I'll call her over!”
>you stick your head out of the back stockroom
“Ruby! Come here.”
>”I'm over here!”
“I'll be right back, Bill.”
>”Sure thing, I'll be here.”
>you follow the sound of Ruby's voice to the firearms counter
>she appears to be cradling something like a baby
“Ruby, Bill wants to-”
>”Anon, it's so cute! Can we get one?”
>she turns to you and she's cradling in her arms a Ruger Charger
>it's upside down in her arms, magwell pointed at the ceiling
>it's the exact same action as hers, just in a smaller form
>just... a little version of herself...
>oh no
>no no no
>nonononononononono
>you feel your face turning red at the implication
>you try to hold yourself together
“Not right now, you have to put that back so we can talk to Bill.”
>she hands the Charger back to the clerk, who shakes his head bemusedly as he puts it away
>as she comes back to you she notices your red face and gets a concerned look
>”Did I go too fast again?”
>you only nod as you close your eyes and take a deep breath to try and get back under control
>when you look back at her she's making puppy dog eyes at you
>no
>this isn't working this time
>no
>sigh
“I'm not saying no forever, just not right now.”
>her face lights up in a smile
”But if you don't slow down I'm going to start getting you only that low-speed quiet ammo.”
>”Y-you wouldn't dare.”
“Try me.”
>she sticks her tongue out at you
“Yeah yeah, just don't do that to Bill.”
>”Where is he?” she asks, suddenly a bit nervous
“He's in the back room doing inventory stuff, come on.”
>you lead the increasingly-nervous Ruger to the back of the store
>when you get to the stock room doors, she tugs on your sleeve
>you turn to her, and she looks like she's trying to make herself as small as that Charger she had earlier
“What's wrong?”

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>>32003554
Stop seducing guard for free art

>>32003582

>”I-I-I can't do this! I'm so nervous! I've never had a job before! What if I screw up?”
>you gently pat her head and run your hand down the side of her face
>she almost melts into your touch and visibly calms down
“You'll be fine. I've know Bill since junior high. Just go talk to him a bit, that's all. I did most of it for you. And if you don't get it, oh well. We can do something else. OK?”
>she nods, her cheek rubbing against your palm
>she reluctantly pulls away from you, steels herself, and walks in the back room
>you wander back up to the firearms counter and start talking to the clerk there
>just idle talk to fill the time, really
>you're a bit nervous, but you know she'll do well
>15 minutes later, you feel a tap on the shoulder
>you turn around and Bill and Ruby are there
>Bill has a straight face, but Ruby is trying and failing to keep the smile off hers
>you decide to play along
“Well, how'd it go?”
>like a thousand watt lightbulb turning on, her smile breaks through
>”I got the job!”
>she pounces on you, laughing
>you look over her shoulder at Bill while she hugs you
>he nods his head
>”I'll have her start next week. Take care, you two.”
>with that, Bill walks back in the stockroom
>the two of you leave the store, arm in arm
>her smile is radiant
>as you walk back to the house, you talk about her new job
>she was hired on to help refurbish appliances to start out with
>Bill said she could move up if she does well
>you have no doubt she will
>when you get home, you have just enough time for a quick lunch before you have to go to work
>microwave leftovers it is then
>you change into work clothes and come out to the kitchen
>Ruby has another bag lunch for you, and her glowing smile too
>”Have a good day at work, sweetie!”
>she pulls you in for a kiss
>you jump a little bit as you feel a hand squeeze your backside

>>32003584
no

>>32003597

“Someone's feeling a little fresh today,” you say after the kiss
>”Wellll... I'm just in a good mood.”
“That's an understatement. I'll be home as soon as I can.”
>the work day goes by rather quickly
>it's nice to have an actual lunch instead of having to get fast food all the time
>you could get used to this
>you drive home and park the car
>you barely get inside and set your keys down before you're pounced on and kissed passionately
>”Mmm, I missed you.”
“I noticed.”
>she smiles at this before diving into another kiss
>ten minutes later the makeout session is rudely interrupted by the timer going off on the oven
>she growls under her breath before walking over and shutting the oven and timer off
>she walks back to you
“Well, dinner's ready right now. We could do that first, or...”
>she reaches a hand down and grabs you through your pants
>”... we could skip right to dessert.”
>the answer you give is to kiss her deeply

>dinner was a little cold this evening, but still delicious
>afterwards, the two of you snuggle under a throw blanket on the couch for awhile
>she ends up falling asleep lying on you, and you don't have the heart to wake her up
>you're comfortable enough as it is
>sleep gently carries you away

>>32003617

and that's the last of the sequentially numbered days. If you folks still want me to keep writing this, I do have more days planned, but it'll jump around a bit. (Specifically, days 29, 37, 53, 54, 83, 84, 90, 91, and 135 right now.)

If you'd rather see me write about something else, let me know too.

>>32003663
I'm loving it, and can't wait to read more

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>>32002735
This is some good shit, man. Can't wait for more.

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>>32003617
I hear hes sweet on construct and fal

>>32003617
>>32003908
How 10/22 must feel knowing he will never have Guard's heart

>>32003663
I'd like to see you continue, those days are oddly specific. Did you have anything you wanted to do after this?

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>>32003965

I got a small sketch from Guard once. I'm content.

>>32003967

The days are very specific indeed. The clues are there to figure out what they are.

I didn't have anything specific in mind, but I always have ideas.

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>>32004033
... you got two, technically

>>32004040

I figured that was for someone else. Ruby's .22LR, not .22 Magnum.

>>32004067
Its the same design. Just tittier

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>>32000777
>more is coming
Lurking.

>>31999781
This is gonna be fun on the bun! Also, great car choice!

>>32000777
Aaahh... how descriptive

It seems I have caused some displeasure with the latest direction my story has taken...

Not really sure whare I was going with this, but I might keep going later if all goes well

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>>32000777
>All these girls 5'8" and taller
>I'm 5'7"
Fuck I'm sort as hell

>>32004185
I feel ya, atleast I fit in my aw11 and other small spaces comfortably.

Hey guys, I had a bit of a block with the Ruger Vaquero story as of late, so here's a quick story that struck me while I was in the shower.

Just a comfy tale of a sig sp2022

http://pastebin.com/GxjyUq2B

>>32004580
>The feels
Y-you better get over that block with Vaquero quick to make up for this, alright?
These were Fortunate levels of feels.

>>32004666
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=40JmEj0_aVM

Okay Satan

>>32004580
>comfy
You lied to me.

I haven't seen these threads before but my interest is piqued. Is there any FAQ or anything about format or is it just use a fagname and post it in the thread?
Last thing I really worked on was an MGS fanfic right before V came out. I could post it but honestly the only thing I like of it anymore is the freakshow bad guys I came up with. I was thinking about rewriting it and basically filing off the MGS so I can turn it into a setting I can play with it more.

>>32001537

Keep up the good work.

>>31999470
Thanks man, I definitely will.

Did you draw that? It's great.

>>32004185
>He doesn't want to get pushed up against a wall by a slightly-taller home defense shotgun
What are you, gay?

>>32004580
That was a slow kind of sadness I really enjoyed. Looking forward to the next Vaquero installment whenever inspiration hits you. No need to rush it.

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>>32004745

Check out the first few posts, there's one pastebin that says guides and tips. Or you can just namefag it up, post chunks, and let the readers smooth it out with reply posts.

>mfw I no longer post my own series here
>mfw this is because of my own personal restrictions on it, among other things
>mfw I'm no longer considered an active /k/ writefag because of it

>>32004782
That's a picture of Guard's, he drew it a week or four ago, I think.

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Any Yandere fans here? Because I've got this idea for a story...

>>32004871
Is this Chris.jpg I'm looking at?

I hope to have a short story/perhaps novella size already set in the Mojave ala Fallout: New Vegas, if anyone's interested. It's based on an idea I thought up of covering six characters in the Mojave, and how these different people eventually cross paths.

It'll probably take a few more days to finish and proof, but if anyone's interested in reading it I'll post it when it's done.

>>32005062
Sure, do it up. We'll be here.

>>32005062
Yeah, it sounds interesting. I'm looking forward to it man.

>>32004168
Well I like it.

>>32004871
>>32004881
That's not yandere. That's sadism.

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Etiquette tip number 7: No gentleman will smoke when walking with or standing in the presence of a lady standing in the street.

http://pastebin.com/3zRx9A8t

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>>32004580
Now this is feels.

What would be considered, say the three least reliable weapons made inat least somewhat large numbers?

I'm... Asking for a friend

>>32004871

I've been accused of being yandere...

>>32005925

INSAS is #1

>>32005925
Jimenez pistols
TEC 9
Some Rossi firearms

>>32005925
Calico

>>32004666
Sup, Satan. That blew FS out of the water when it comes to sad stories.

>>32004794
Didn't mean to imply that, just that I'm really fucking short.

>>32004782
Picture Guard made in August. Posted it because it's relevant enough and to show appreciation. I wish I could draw, but I just don't possess that kind of artistic talent.

>>32001106
plz no lolnuke

>>32006214
>that moment when even Satan is hit by the feels.
Damnit construct

>>32005771
Nice.
That was pretty scandalous.

>>32004185
Don't worry, I'm 5'1" myself.
Literal manlet tier.

>>32004794
I didn't know I would like that idea.

Hey guys. What's an assault rifle I could use that's effective, modern, but also would indicate no affiliation.

So say if a black-ops team were to turn up in a story, we'd be unable to discern anything about where these guys are from?

>>32004745
the namefagging is not necesary, just link up your posts and tell us if you gonna bin your stuff so we can link it on the sticky

>>32006512
Just make something up, like something chambered in proprietary 5.65x40mm which is an example of a completely fictional intermediate rifle round.

Is it about a rifle with an identity crisis?

>>32006512
You'd probably pick something designed for military contracts, which is honestly any rifle. Many countries use AR platforms, even if it isn't standard issue. Otherwise you're looking at experimental and supplemental rifles like XM8s, SCAR Ls, or even less probable choices like the Kel-Tec RDB or Robinson Arms XCR.

>>32006512
M4, M16, FN FAL, and AKM seem to be the most ubiquitous rifles around the world, but so many countries have their own specific snowflake version of the AK-pattern or AR-pattern

>>32004580

I don't just know this feel.

I live this feel.

Looks like I need to pick up some liquor on the way home again.

>>32006557
it's for a screenplay, So it has to actually exist. I could mention that these are made up futuristic rifles, but that would blow up the budget.

>>32006512
>>32006611

FN F2000

>>32006512
Just go the Battlestar Galactica route and use the Beretta CX4

>>32006489
Major lollage