/wfg/ - Writefag General - "REMOVE BARBARIAN" Edition

>>32063361

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

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

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

Guard
http://pastebin.com/FsAxH8e2

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

Anons
http://pastebin.com/CPUdepLW

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

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

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

http://pastebin.com/UNyH03x2

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

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

construct
http://pastebin.com/ReY90Yxk

AnonRhino (completed)
Lil'Chiappa
http://pastebin.com/JFGrpdjP

Diary anon
http://pastebin.com/wjHKSdZU

Tsuhna
Riikka (ongoing) (Updated)
untiled (ongoing) (suggest him a name)
http://pastebin.com/u/tsuhna

kragfag (ongoing)[give me a better subtile]
anon finds that a Mongolian knitting board was right
http://pastebin.com/UewkKShc

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

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

Serial-Anon
Serial 1: SHTF, /k/ommando must survive (ongoing)
http://pastebin.com/aMVuYEjc

Anon-kun
L1A1 Parts Kit+Arms of side+just another day+browning+sks
http://pastebin.com/u/anon_kun

PTRfag
Light My Fire (ongoing)
http://pastebin.com/36rGEX1Q

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

Txpoorfag
http://pastebin.com/UNyH03x2

/k/ommandos vs wild (ongoing)(updated)
http://pastebin.com/Sa6N0je7

dudebroguy
Some Untitled Stories
National Guard vs Jersey Devil
Requiem from the gods (ongoing)
http://pastebin.com/1cXMnvg4

>>32063381

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/u/Fortunate_Sons

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

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

Autist-kun
http://pastebin.com/9UmqrmuC

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sub-fag
http://pastebin.com/u/Subfag

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

Mining anon
http://pastebin.com/qUTkH2Gd

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

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

>>32063392

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

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

>know about a link to a story that isn't here? send it to either polybus or Archivefag
[email protected]
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>Lala is lying in bed
>She isn't focusing on the noises from the living room, discussing food, and some theoretical stuff for driving a car
>All her senses are filled with what is in front of her
>Lying on her left arm is Amanda
>Lala is firmly keeping her right arm around the ARs waist, making sure she isn't going anywhere
>Her hand is met by Amanda's left hand who is intertwining her fingers with Lala's making sure she isn't going anywhere
>None of them are moving at all
>Just staying silent next to each other, feeling each other breaths
>holding on tight
>wishing time could stop
>Lala reluctantly waited for that one creaking floorboard signalling the arrival of Anon or Annie that would lock them in the safe again
>But instead, the rumbling sound of a crossplane V8 leaving the property
>Lala angles her right ear to try to pick up any noise she can pick up
>But there is nothing apart from Amanda's breathing
"they left"
"whaaat?"
>Amanda frees herself out of Lalas grip, stretches out from her previous feral position, makes herself as long as possible and draws a long yawn
>Lala takes this opportunity to pounce the unaware AR, standing on all fours over her and slowly starts speaking
"they just left"
"but we were going to be put in the safe?"
"They did! But the big car just left, i could hear it i swear!"
>Amanda is confused for a few seconds before her eyes widen and stare at Lala
"We have the whole house to ourselves"
"What, do you want to leave the bed. Do you want to leave me here?"
>Lala is teasing
>She also seems to want to be in charge today, as she grabs Amanda's writs and places them firmly above her head
>She is much faster today, more eager
>And a little more clumsy
>Amanda offers no resistance as her mouth is opened up by the wasr's lips
>She is further filled with lust as a knee is forced up against her crotch and she starts rubbing herself against it
>Amanda starts moaning, but it is all muffled into Lala's relentless mouth

[re. also, fixed spelling]

If anyone who's interested hasn't answered yet, please take the poll.
Right now it's 50/50 and I don't want to have to write 2 separate stories at once until it's decided.
I'll probably call an end to voting this time tomorrow.

http://www.strawpoll.me/11683779

>>32063407
Y U TEASE

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you know the drill by know but most likely to be pic related

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>>32063507
Where can I vote for early 20's quirky-but-cute rifle- hold the yandere?

>>32063841
So...
Whichever route gets chosen, Anon is gonna get bit and have his blood sucked a bit.
So how much yandere is too much/what would you define as the yandere you don't want to see?

>>32063841
>hold the yandere

It's like you WANT a girl who doesn't really love you

>>32063909
Biting isn't yanderee, just small violence. Plus lovers bite each other all the time.

More like I don't want to see her killing other giests because she wants anon all to herself. That's yanderee.

>>32063935
I hadn't even considered that characterization until you explained it.
Don't worry, both options are sans yandere.
Jealousy maybe, but all out yandere? Naw.

>>32063984

Good. I've read enough of broken and murdered giests in these threads.

I forgot that Betty had seen extensive combat service in the Rhodesian war as the rifle of a soldier and then as his personal weapon as a PMC who traveled the world.

She was right I was pretty damn lucky to be alive.
" I-I I should have b-e-e-n m-ore careful." I slowly stammered out with a guttural gurgle.

At that time the nurse entered and was rather shocked to se me surrounded by three women.

Nurse Jill asked " excuse me who are you and why are you in this room?"

Betty responded " we are some of anons friends we heard he was injured and we were really worried about him. Sorry if we broke any protocol."

Jill looked at the group of women standing before her and said "well anon here is going to need all the help he can get, so if he has any other friends please have them sign in. Although seeing as he knows such lovely young ladies he shouldn't have any problems."

At that last part all three rifles blushed, but I was too high on morphine to notice it.

As I stared at the celling like a potato, the rifles and the nurse who was unaware of the rifles true nature were having a conversation about my caretaking.

Nurse Jill started off. "he is going to have facial surgery every three days. The issue is that since there is so much scare tissue it will tighten up the skin on his face so we are going to have to cut it in key locations around his jaw. not only that put we are going to have to surgically re-graft skin for his eye lids and lips."

Stubs responded first " Is there anything we can do we know he has insurance but we can cover the costs of any additional surgical procedures. Also I know a few specialist who can be flown in."

Now if I had been fully conscious knowing stubs history I would have been extremely weary at her bringing in "specialist" especially if they were from her 1940s phone book like memory.

The nurse asked for references and stubs rattled off some German names along with a few Hispanic ones.

A Small Zone of Comfort

Part 14 - High and A Winner Got A Hot Hand
(Alternate Title - Put On Your Favorite Chase Music)

The decision is immediate. You’re getting the hell out of here. There's only one way out of this building, one of you, and five of them. Maybe you’re starting to develop those instincts Mr. Green and Wolf yam on about, but it all screams to just leave.

You hastily don the backpack, and look over to Lucy.

Shit, she’s still sleeping. And you’re not sure how you should wake her up without scaring her, although those same instincts from earlier are telling you to. With one final glance out the window, you turn back and grab Lucy, now resting in your front arms. In one hand you tightly grip your pistol and she now lays in front of you. Good thing she still is very light, as you start to run down towards the stairs. Those ancient memories of bounding down the stairs christmas morning, three at a time, coming in handy right now as you fly downwards.

Lucy, still knocked out in your arms, can’t comment on this amazing feat of yours and you’re a bit sad she missed it. Oh well, you’ll have to brag about it later.

Running out of the bottom stairwell now, you’re relieved to see no one still in the lobby. Running a bit slower now, you jog up right to the broken front doors you entered through earlier. You can see across the road one man in a blue outfit gesturing angrily towards the man in green. You note the disparity between the outfits; the guy in the green sunrise suit looking very much worn whereas the blue stalker’s outfit was much more clean, organized, and had an air of professionalism about it.

>>32064131

No more time to speculate, they’re a bit busy so you decide now is the time to leg it. Practically sprinting out the front door garners the immediate attention of the two as you make an abrupt right and head towards the eastern exit.

You not sure which one of them gave the command, but you heard an angry “STOP, OR-” but you didn’t care as you your mind was now occupied by a third stalker in blue, very much the spitting image of his compatriot, pop around the corner of the entrance, leveling his gun at you.

“Fuck!” you exclaim, as you attempt to change course once again to your right. The bulk of Lucy in your arms not making the maneuver any easier.

Through dumb luck or your skill in turning, the man missed his opportunity to fire as you now accelerate yourself towards the back wall.

Desperately scanning for an out, you see it through a tree that was lodged through the wall, leaving a gap of broken bricks around it. You leg it up and over and find yourself out of the compound, the echo of footsteps emanating from the other side behind you. But there's another obstacle, a fence, and you decide to hook left along it, hoping for a break that would let you through.

You run for what seems an eternity before you dare look back, the sun casting long shadows of the complex you left behind in the distance. You didn’t notice anyone following you at the moment, but now was not the time to slow down. The now heavily fogged lenses of your mask and ragged breath a testament to how intense that escape just was.

You were done around the Agroprom Institute, their arrival told you. Whatever they wanted, they could have. You were leaving, and not the way they came.

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>>32064131
TIME FOR ZONE

>>32064143

You jogged on for a bit longer, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows of the trees, providing some nice shade.
It was about this time that Lucy finally stirred in your arms. Seeing as it had been long enough, you decide now would be a good time to break, and figure out where the hell you were.

You lay her down against a tree, and promptly dump your back and open your canteen. You hastily check the geiger counter for any dangers, and find none. Nearly ripping off your mask, you dump most of the water on your face as you greedily drink as much as you can; the run being absolutely exhausting.

The splashing of which seemed to finally rouse Lucy.

She stretches for a bit until she notices you leaning over a bit aways from her, a mixture of sweat and water dripping from your face.

She bolts upright and hurries over to you, but you wave her off.

“I’m fine, just had a bit of trouble.”

“What-”

“Sleep fine?” you ask earnestly, trying to deflect her worry.

“Sleep was… nice. Different than… usual?” she ponders out, seemingly struggling with the concept.

You’re honestly too tired to ask, but know you can’t collapse here as you still have some distance to go before you feel really safe.

The distraction to keep her from panicking working, you briefly explain what was going on, everything from the calm exploration of the complex to the panicked extraction from the same place.

“...and now the biggest issue-” you finish, pointing at your PDA, “is that we're in one of those blurred parts of the gps; where it’s not exactly sure where we’re at.”

Interference from The Zone was a real thing, and still not understood at all. If you were off the well documented parts on the PDA map, you might as well be halfway to Crimea.

Your breathing finally having calmed down, you slowly move to pick up your backpack again when Lucy approaches you.

>>32064162

Pausing you notice her look around for awhile, staring at some of the terrain around you.

“I… know?... where we are. I can get us south, to the swamps. It’s not far from here.”

You didn’t want to go back there again, not a fan of how long it’s been coupled with the likelihood for another blowout.

But you were familiar with the place, and once there, you could get back to the Cordon. From the Cordon, back North.

It was going to be a long trip, but you’re not sure you want to chance running into those stalkers again. The way the lead stalker pointed at you instead of shooting; were they after you?

Fuck, maybe the information broker turned over the wrong couple of rocks, and now they were after you?

Problems to sort out later. You still had some daylight left, and felt the need to move. At least until you could find some shelter in the swamps.

“Okay, let's get going.”

Her hesitation seems to imply you should rest longer, but you shake your head dismissively.

“I’m fine, we should really keep going. Plus it’d be easier with the weight off my shoulders.”

You wince prematurely, as any woman would hit you for commenting about her weight like that, but you forget Lucy isn’t exactly “normal” and she just shrugs, and starts walking.

>>32064172

You find in this little journey she has a knack for navigation. It’s like she’s been on this trail plenty of times before, and knows what to look out for.

Maybe she has? You’re not sure. She’s walking to you now, being more independent, offering suggestions. The stark contrast to this morning gives you hope that you’ll be able to reopen that conversation soon.

It’s a little before dusk when you are standing over the familiar golden reeds of the swamp, most of it laid out before you. As you cross the railroad embankment, Lucy simply points to a small collection of hovels to your left.

Half an hour later, you are there. You briefly manage to throw out your tarp in the old, dilapidated wooden structure before you collapse on it, exhaustion of all of the days activities setting in.

Lucy walks over and removes your backpack, and you promptly roll over, staring up into the darkness.

“Thank you Lucy, you saved me once again. “ you mutter, as you continue to gaze into the abyss above you.. She even kept her promised, your rifle did.

Hearing no response, you shift your head over as you are dragged into sleep. The pleasant sight of her sitting there, beautiful hair unrestrained now by mask and hood, small smile, and beautiful eyes comforting you as you slip into sleep.

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>>32064184

And were done. Song referenced in the title was Funky Dealer, I thought it fit the running shenanigans a bit.

I would appreciate any comments and critique; thanks again to everyone who reads and enjoys these!

>>32064081
My eyes started to burn so I used my foot to activate the alert system.
A little buzzer went off.

The nurse dutifully cut off the conversation and ran over to my bed side.

I managed to communicate that my eyes were dry.

She irrigated them with a saline solution and then covered them with a moist compress.

I was once again blind.

I heard the conversation start again, although I really wasn't paying attention. I was drifting through my thoughts..
Then the thought hit my drug addled brain. I am a skin walker
'I wouldn't worry about that" I murmured to no one in particular.

The nurse came back to me "what is it anon what's wrong."

Apparently the critical reasoning portion of my brain must have shut down from the drugs and the sudden lack of visuals any more.

"Is that a FAMAS?" I croaked out.

Nurse Jill looked at me quizzically and then realized my altered state of mind.

She replied in a tone you would use with a child who couldn't figure out that a square peg went in a square hole and not the triangle hole and said. " Yes dear it is a FAMAS."

I continued to spout memes for the next 10 straight minuets.

If some one had been recording it would have been cringe worthy indeed especially with the whole lack of lips and strange sounding consents on my part.

the verbal bile kept pouring from my mouth. "glock more like a glocknade. Hand holding is lewd. You purchased federal surplus ammo and shot it out of a 1k dollar rifle KYS."

The rifles bore with my meme related verbal assault.

>>32064226
moar

>>32064226
A concerned stubs looked over at me and then said to the nurse.

"Is there anyway we can change the drugs he is on so he is a little less delusional."

The nurse looked at her with a tired expression then said.

"honey if there were drugs that didn't send our patients to bat country we would be using them. It just comes with the territory, don't worry about him though he is probably on cloud 9 seeing as we are currently in a morphine shortage and are simulating it using Fentanyl cut with saline. The funny thing about pain medications that are opioids is that they actually don't stop pain they just flood you with so much dopamine that you just don't care."

Immediately I thought the most appropriate thing to shout out was "honey badger don't care."

It was at this point that nurse Jill consulted with the doctor and decided to raise the drip rate to result in what was termed as " suppression against verbal spasms."

Through out the days the rifles came in regularly and dutifully, checking on my progress.

Really for the first week there wasn't much to remember just sweet sweet fentanyl.

My memory kicked back in when my sweet fentanyl was taken away and replaced with some none opioid shit.

I thought I felt like crap when i first woke up boy was I wrong.
I was born again and I was born in a baptisim of fire. I'm not sure what was worse the lucid realization that I was grossly disfigured or the pain in my face after the first surgery where they cut slits around most of my face so the skin could grow and stretch.

As I soberly reflected on my current situation stubs walked up to me.
She was wearing brown car hart work pants and a brown car hart jacket.

I looked at her and said quietly " Always the brown shirt fascist right?"

she looked at me scornfully " Anon I really am worried about you. You almost died.." She paused at the last part of her sentence with a pained look painted on her face.

>>32064589
I decided at that moment that what we need was humor and decided to say
"Well I guess I can tell my ma look no hands."
As I motioned my little shoulder stubs around.

Stubs looked at me and gasped "anon."

I responded " Hey have you ever seen raiders of the lost ark , if you haven't there is a seen where the Germans open the ark of the covenant and their faces got melted off, can you put that scene as my status update on my social media account."

Stubs pouted " Mein Gott anon you almost die and spend the better part of 2 weeks in an ICU and now that you can talk all you do is crack bad jokes."

I looked her in the eyes and said dryly " yeah humor is all I have right now. I can chose to be a sad sack or get on with my life. I will chose the later."

Stubs momentarily looked away and then pondered my statement.

I took it as another opportunity to make a joke.
"you know what's the worst part about being a black Jew, you have to sit at the back of the furnace."

Stubs looked at me in confusion..
"you aren't Jewish."
The joke sailed miles above her head.

I sighed
"Its another joke stubs."

Her face contorted as if she were the Bismarck and that was the final torpedo blow that crippled her.
"anon we have some serious things to talk about finances and what you are going to do for work."

Finances I have been trying to avoid that word most of my adult life and now that I was weakened and couldn't defend myself in the hospital, the word reared its ugly head and lead its assault.

>>32064696
Now luckily I had always been a good saver. I started my first job when I was 16 years old and continued to work odd jobs all through out college.
I had managed to save up some where around 30k but that was all tied up in an investment portfolio, so that money would not be quick to access, I had apparently blown through most of my immediately available cash while I was incapacitated either through trauma or drugs in the hospital.

I asked the financial genius that is stubs for a solution." So what do you recommend stubs."
.

>>32064756
stubs paused..
"well I have two options I could take my funds and transfer them to you in installments but they would be taxed and we would lose a good deal of the money..."
She paused again.

I implored her to continue.
"Or I can use forged documents and have one of us "inherit" the money and enter a social contract that will allow you access to the money.."

She tried to quickly jump over the "Social contract" Part of the conversation.
Despite my state I Could still smell something fishy.

I asked her
"what do you mean by social contract, I watched enough madoka to know not to sign contracts without knowing what you are getting into."

She paused and blushed and looked at her feet.
"umm marriage I guess is what you would call it."
....
...
I wasn't sure if I should laugh or cry or what emotion I should feel...
Marriage wasn't a high priority on my list of things to do.
But marrying a rifle...
Dear god what strange alternative dimension have I entered.

I tried to hold my skepticism thinking this might be Germanys infamous shock humor, I replied
"stubs I am not quite sure the world is ready for a person to marry what is generally recognized as an inanimate object. I mean sure you are sentient by all meaning of the word but legally you are an unrecognized entity."

There was a look of frustration on her face.
"That's what the forged documents are for..
I have a list of papers for each of us."

god damn this is the craziest choice I had ever been faced with.

>>32064908
not again

>>32065011
what you wouldn't marry your rifle..

>>32065032
What if I have more than one rifle?

>>32065101
then you are a Mormon.

>>32065101
Just fug all of them on a rotating schedule, like HiPointHomie.

okay that's it for tonight what will happen. Will the rifles be able to nurse anon back to health. What shenanigans about marriage will ensue .

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>>32065202
Plz nurse him back i like the dark turn but damn having no arms would suck dick

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>>32063984

>all out yandere? Naw.

>>32065303
You know, it's been such a long time since 10/22-chan has threatened anyone
And now it's me
Fuck

>>32065303
why does that yandere have such thick thighs..
The better to chase you down with.
Oh shit niggah she is in the room.

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>>32065345

you know how to prevent this

>>32065461
pulls out Fairbairn–Sykes fighting knife and dons chain mail. Finally my knife gets some use..

>>32065477
worst comes to worst though I have the ultimate weapon. A squirt bottle and a roll of newspaper

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>>32065477

those sound like fun to chop up

>>32065535
even if you do some how defeat me there are more anons. We are infinite in number and shall be replenished with fresh blood. We cannot lose.

>>32065461
So let me get this straight:
I've got one person wanting no yandere
I've got one person wanting all out yandere
Well shit
Think I'm gonna face 10/22's wrath, I'm no good at writing yandere.

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>>32065477

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>>32065657
pic related

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>>32065570

but anooooooooon! writing yandere is so much fun~!

Here, come over here a second and I'll show you what I mean...

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>>32063984
>why not yandere?

>>32065847
N-no thanks, I'll be fine.
Actually, would you mind if I brought my new jacket along? It's made of plate mail.

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>>32066053
the best defense against a yandree is becoming more homicidal then they are .
Meglovania intensifies

>>32066243
So, I should bring my Nugget bayonet?
No armored jacket?
Cookies to placate the yandere?

>>32066278
no appeasement. Ask Nevil Chamberlin how that worked.
Bring what ever weapon and armor you have..
along with Viagra incase you don't get a fear boner.

Face the yandree.
Beat her at her own game.

>>32065896
>>32065847
>>32066243
So all this yandere shitposting aside, should I make another strawpoll on whether there needs to be yandere or not?
I can't guarantee the quality if it is in there.

>>32066597
if this is the rugger, just keep her cute vampire loli who tries to terrify the other guns but fails...

>>32066621
Well, it looks like it's leaning towards non-loli right now, but voting is open until tomorrow evening. It's 16 to 7 in favor of the non-loli route.

bumping for the night

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"Red Leader this is Red Two, you have a trail coming out of your drop-tank." Ron's voice crackles over the radio, causing Jerry to lean forward in his cockpit and attempt to get a visible angle on the tank. While not able to see the tank directly, Jerry does spot the trail that's visible a couple of feet behind the tank itself.

"Ah fuck me." Jerry groans to himself, the thought of having to turn back from patrol early snaking its way into his mind.

"Red Leader this is Red Four, just let us know if you're turning back and we'll follow." Henry, an older gentleman, says through the comms.

"Red Leader to Red Squadron, I reckon another twenty minutes before I need to head back." Jerry says and in return the entire squad replies 'Roger'.

Jerry's hand reaches to his headset and he taps the speakers of his comms repeatedly.

>What the hell is that noise?

The thought involuntarily appears as a higher-pitched whining seems to pierce through the roar of the P-47s' radial engines. It was an annoying and yet distinctly familiar noise that Jerry couldn't place his finger on, a noise that held great significance and that Jerry should be able to know by heart.

The mental gymnastics are cut short by a sudden repeated, "BRAT-BRAT-BRAT-BRAT!" followed by a burst of screams over the comms from all the squad members, one of the screams not being of commands and questions but instead of horror and dread.

Jerry's head swivels to his right side five-o'-clock and he spots a silver dot over five-thousand feet lower than him trailing smoke and flat-spinning uncontrollably.

>Red Three...

The thought comes after Jerry's instinct kicks in and he immediately pulls a Split-Ess, catching a green blur go by his plane as he comes out of the dive and pulls into the climb.

Jerry looks to his left side seven-o'-clock as he pulls into a left-hand bank and he quickly spots the green blur- now taking the shape of a FW-190 L/A model that's shooting back up.

Cont.

As these writing segments get longer and longer, I would personally advocate pastebinning them and leaving the thread for discussion.

>>32067847
That hasn't been the style of this thread since pretty much the beginning.

>>32067874
I know it hasn't, but I think it would work better especially for the serialized stories

>>32067895
in what manner though? we technically could roll out more stories per thread, but this has always been about introducing chunks of stories as they come and makes them more emotional/atmospheric. we do have some writers that do that though like halofag.

ususally its left up to the writer themself

>>32067895
kk, second part as well as the first will be uploaded in a pastebin. Sorry for any inconvenience.

>>32067895
Ever considered that some of us like having these stories presented to us in the episodic fashion?

>>32067953
My tripcode gives me no special authority (it merely indicates that I suck dicks in a Fourth Generation manner), you can take it or leave it. I'm just basing this from writefag threads I've seen on other boards.

>>32067965
I don't see why pastebinning new segments would change that.

http://pastebin.com/eu66feHm

First time writefagging online and I know my grammar is shit, but I hope those who find it interesting find it enjoyable.

>>32068044
Ah damn, missed a few mistakes I should have fixed. See what you get when you're short on time.
Anyways, gn anons.

>>32068044
just keep posting in thread man. its easier for archiving that way. assuming you want the title to be red squadron.

also don't start binning your own shit unless you want to keep binnign your own shit.

>>32067953
there is no incovinance, just ask for feedback and keep posting on the thread

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>>32068180

>>32068121
http://pastebin.com/9wBYgeUN red squadron by anon.

>>32068072
when you make pastebins, guest pastebins get deleted after 14 days. it is why polybus and i do what we do.

>>32068121
Ah, in that case;
Thoughts and any way I can improve my next story given its writing style is closely related to this one?

>>32063381
every time I see red flame lilly, I think to myself "The flaaame lilly of friendship is a friendly flame indeed"

>>32068269
Can you shoot me a link to the Discord?

>>32068316
shoot poly an email.

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>>32064081
>The nurse asked for references and stubs rattled off some German names along with a few Hispanic ones.
Questionably ethical and experimental procedures to make anon part machine ahoy!

>>32068368
>Anon wakes up
>Looks in mirror
>Is literally Hitler
Everything went better than expected.

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>>32068401
Mein nerger

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>>32065461
I know just what I have to do.

>>32068316
I think everyone is asleep.

>>32065168
I don't like that...

chapter one is just backstory leading to the start, I'll provide the link to my pastbin if you want. so we'll start at chapter two

chapter two: the old man's pieces.
>it was july 22 2019, an old man a few miles away from me asked for help clearing his garrage, which I happily agreed to give. he said he was moving out west, as we were finishing up clearing, he handed me a cardboard box
"What's this?"
>"well, I hear you can put this together, and if you can figure it out, you can keep it, as for me, I'm spending my retirement in california, I hear it's gotten much better since the big one."
"I never heard, how bad was the big one?"
>"13.5 on the richter scale, destroyed L.A. and much of the coastal region entirely, major damage as far as the valley. Figure I'll head to the new beachfront property in thousand oaks."
"damn! thousand oaks? that's a few miles inland from oxnard!"
>"oxnard? you mean atlantis?"
"hahaha, well, suppose I'll see you around if I ever find myself in southern california then, old top."
>"Reckon so. well, you have yourself a good time, maybe you'll go that way when you're old. I've been here a couple decades but this place is tough on old timers, figure I best head out while I can."
"Catch ya on the flipside!"
>and with that I went home, I looked in the box. it was a G-3 parts kit missing many of the components. the wheels in my head started turning and my obsession with long range shooting, and the potential this had started rolling faster and faster. I ordered steel billets and started drafting the techincal drawings the next day.

>>32068553
I set out after 7AM september 5th 2019. I had just finished making some doughnuts for breakfast and tucked the freshly fried pastries into my pack . Today I was going to earn my breakfast.
>I hiked my land with the newly completed 6.5 creedmoor rifle in hand. after months of load development, I had finally gotten it to shoot great, half moa or better groups were had. today, I was gonna stretch her legs.
>I began firing the rifle at six hundred yards and worked my way out to fourteen hundred and achieved accuracy in just a few shots. I was glad to see my ballistic data was accurate. After lunch I headed out into the wilderness and stalked a few deer for the season coming in the winter to hunt the few that fed on the farms.
>after an uneventful walk in the woods, I decided to head home, for some reason, I couldn't quite carry the rifle the way I normally do. for some reason the rifle didn't seem balanced over the center, and seemed more balanced on the left side, which wasn't all that notable, just one of those little things that I'd have to look into. So I carried it in my right hand with it leaning a little against my hip. Was comfy.
>I went out later during the night to patrol with my old guns from california. A del-ton AR-15 I got in 2011 when I was 14 a couple months before my birthday, and a sig 1911 I got in early 2016. they had mostly remained the same, save for the AR-15 now sporting an M-lok handguard and an ATPIAL-C laser, and the SiG having had its trigger replaced with one that had a smooth bow instead of the factory griping serrations.

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>>32063475
Please keep going.

>>32065345
Also, Rose demands yandere for:
>reasons
Judith is taking a more Mengele approach to it.

>>32068586

>I looked upon the woods with my PVS-14 and they were peaceful, not a living being in sight. I eventually got back to my house. it was in view, but not in focus when I thought I saw a movement near the porch running 'round the side and to the back door of my house. if there was movement, I deduced that it was too big to be a small animal, and the likelyhood of a large animal near my house was slim. I cleared the house quietly under darkness. I found nothing and decided to go to bed. Using my small basement workshop, I fortified my house just a little better and went to bed after a few hours on the mill.
>november 10 2019 I decided to go out of my way and arranged a skype conference with a few friends from my home town. We discussed our favorite guns, our best memories since we last talked together in early 2017, when we began work on the wall. Some of our best memories shooting at commies and putting down a fledgling civil war in california. let's just say there was no talk of cal-exit after march of 2017.
>Jameson tells me about his run in with some drug runners who claimed to be working with el chapo himself. their promises of vengence, which never came, however, not being sufficient to stop their impending death by bayoneting until their organs fell freely from their chests. Jameson was always a bit sadistic with the mexicans who ran out of ammo crossing the border.
>the chatter concluded and we mostly all went to bed for the next day's work. The others from California having almost all moved on to other states, we're harder to keep in touch with these days.

>>32068456
I'm dumping what I've written in the original story here today. maybe my story will be one that gets listed? btw, I love you /k/. you faggot are fun to read. after weitefaggin was introduced into my life, I have more stuff to do when I have down time... the consequences will never be the same.

>>32068609

>the chatter concluded and we mostly all went to bed for the next day's work. The others from California having almost all moved on to other states, we're harder to keep in touch with these days. I couldn't just go down to the college anymore. then again, it had probably fallen during "the big one" of 2017, I couldn't just drive to their now most likely non existent houses and check in, Jameson ended up in Tennessee, Paul in idaho, Micah in texas, my best friend from school materialized in oregon. my parents went to idaho, my sister moved to Nevada following the earthquake, and I ended up going to montana. Not that I'd complain. It was eight and I decided I could nap on the next weekend when I'd have little motivation to wake up. I grabbed my gear, my helmet with the NVG, My rifle and my sidearm, and headed out in a long patrol through the woods.
>Being november in montana, and night, it was cold. even more so with a polar vortex inbound that made it really fucking cold outside, unseasonably so. it wasn't uncommon for my part of montana to have snow in november, it was more uncommon however for the temperature to be negative in early november. and so with only my sweatshirt for a windbreaker, I headed out on a ran patrol. I was at the halfway when I remembered I'm a diabetic and it's cold as fuck, for the first time in a few days. I continued runnning forward as I knew that I hadn't brought anything to raise my blood sugar, and the longer I was out, the less chance I had of averting a loss of consciousness in the snow, which would almost certainly spell doom for me.

>>32068885

>As I rounded the last three hundred yards toward my house, I could have almost sworn I heard the sounds of someone playing music from Betty Hutton in the distance, a song sounding distictly like "Murder he says," which I decided had to be in my mind, since no one was around for miles, unless tresspassers with no intent of discretion were here and for some reason, it got louder as my blood sugar plummetted from what felt like an uncomfortable 64 to an almost incapacitating 35.As I approached the last 20 yard stretch to my house, I was unsure if I could stay conscious long enough to get to the sweets and eat about 70 carbs fast enough not to die in a horrible fit of numerous seizures. the only thing more certain beyond that was that the Betty Hutton music wasn't in my head. The music rang loud and clear and I struggled into my house, pausing at ten yards to enjoy the most probable soundtrack of my death, and then a second later moving on.
>I was about 5 yards from my door when I fell over and decided it was useless to try and get up after a good 20 seconds of attempting to lift myself to my feet
>I vaguely remember feeling something pull my arms and then something cradling me, I remember seeing a brown blob on top of a white blob that seemed to have the former wrapped around it, then I felt something not warm, but not cold, along with a push against my thigh.

>>32065202
can they get his arms back? I know some surgery exists to put arms on people and have the nerves grow into the new arms (WOULD BE FUCKING EPIC) imagine the most aryan guy ever, blonde hair, blue eyes, sharp german features... and arms that say "Hi, I'm Jamal."

>>32067895
I disagree.

Sometimes I'm out of coverage and won't be able to load the bin when I sit down at lunch to read.

Plus, for what gain? No, no go away namefag.

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Dear me has it been over a week? Well, as a reminder you should never comment about an article someone else is buying unless asked to do so.

http://pastebin.com/tDMZQpZ2

>>32063475
[I'm "working" right now, so updates will be slow]

>Amanda forces her hips towards the knee firmly planted between her legs
>She keeps a steady rhythm, grinding herself against Lala's leg
>even through two layers of cloth, the tingling sensation forces her to keep moving her hips up and down out in sheer pleasure
>Lala has found herself in a dominant position, but finds finds herself not really knowing what to do with it; she has never gotten this far before
>Instead, she keeps up her assault on the flattened ARs lips
>Not until many minutes, and when Lala is happy about the moisture of the cloth being smeared on her leg she lets go of Amanda's lips and starts exploring out her part of her
>With Kisses, nibbles and some light suctioning she looks for other sensitive spots on the poor ARs body
>ears?
>nose?
>throat?
>neck?
>Lala doesn't have the slightest idea on how this works
>But as long as Amanda keep moaning, and all the other exiting noises she is doing, Lala is not going to stop
>After a squeal and some shivering Lala needs her arms to support herself, leaving Amanda's arms free to explore Lala's body
>especially her feline features draws the attention of her hands
>the soft tail that reacts very pleasantly to being touched and strokes
>the ears almost leaning into her soft caress
>the next parts of Lala to get Amanda's attention is her bubbly chest, that she always had been little envious of
>Larger round? heavier rifle? Something else?
>Amanda has earlier wondered why the wasr was blessed with a larger bust, but right now she is just happy she can squeeze, pinch, grope and fondle all she wants
>even Lala has started making noises as this point
>from the soft, low, vibrating purring she knew Amanda loved, to the low but high pitched, almost whining noise she was making now
>the sound was however muffled to to the fact that Lala's face was buried in Amanda's neck, just below her jaw

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>>32068904
I didn't know why, but the push against my thigh felt a little like a prick. not at the time anyway.
>My blood sugar rose as I stared at nothing in particular, a cabinet fixture with something about it just so intriguing to my slight autism, as the feeling of hollowness and agitation in my body, and my light headedness began to subside.
>I realized that the spot that felt pushed on my thigh ached and looked at it to see near it on the floor, a syrringe. Six inches over, a red case long enough for a mechanical pencil and a small jar that looked like a powder had been mixed in it with some liquid.
>I slowly began to realize my position, the items on the floor were the glucogon case and its contents. there was a small pok on my pants over the spot that the syrringe had been forced through.
>I slowly became aware that I was in a cradled position, reclined, but with only my body supported, and the rest of me hanging limp.
>I began to realize I was hearing something. It sounded like a woman's voice.
"Whoever that woman talking is, she is FRANTIC.", I thought to myself.
>I gazed over to see what I now felt my body leaned against.
"Oh, that must be the woman. wait a moment, what's she doing out here? Who is she talking to?" I continued thinking as my trickle of consciousness broadened to a stream
>I watched her and she seemed to calm down a bit, I wondered if the intruder reacted this way because she knew I saw her, and was trying to slow my reaction of force.

Give me a break guys, I was fucked up from low blood sugar, cognitive functions don't work in the same order they normally do.

>she started talking again.
"such a soothing voice, a shame I'll have to shoot her and then dissmember her and bury her out back where no one will ever find her." I thought to myself as I started my mental search for my closest firearm, and tried to figure out who she was talking to.

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>>32069656
>scrolling through /k/
>pause and see this
>not sure how I feel

>>32069821
welcome to /wgf/ enjoy your stay

>>32069821
y-you don't like it?

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>>32069821
Just roll with it.

>>32069821
Shhhh.... Just read the y/u/ri between two rifles from a distance.

>>32069763
>As I started on "Where in my house am I" and "Do I have any visitors for today?" Possibilities flashed through my mind.
>I'm definitely in my own house
>any visitors for tonight? no.
>could the new receptionist be making a surprise visit? she does have acces to my employee file.
>wait a minute, she's white, and pale, in a cute way. I've MET the new receptionist, she's a latina or a southern asian, and it fucking shows. can't be HER.
>I started to be able to analyze my situation.
>With the sparks now flying as the neurons started firing at minigun speeds again, I put two and two together that the woman talking and whatever thing cradling me were the same thing. I realized I'd collapsed in the snow outside.
>I started to feel warm, as I was pressed up against the lightly clad body of this woman.
>as I realized that she was cradling I started realizing that she was speaking to me, and I saw her face for the first time, becoming more defined by the minute.
>"Anon. ANON. Can you hear me? can you follow my finger?"
I began to follow her hand as it moved. nothing was as well defined as normal, but the dark gray fog between me and what I saw had lifted. I looked into her face as it came into focus. she had freckles, not so prominant, not so subtle, but they were cute. her eyes were missmatched, one a vibrant blue, and the other a vibrant green, both eyes were bright and full of life.
>"are you okay? can you speak? come on boy! Speak!" she said, as though humoring me to demonstrate a far fetched notion that I hadn't been brain damaged
"Hi?" I muttered.
>"YOU'RE ALIVE!" she yelped, pulling me closer into her body
"thanks for the rescue... how long have I been out?"
>"about fourty minutes"
"how am I not dead?"
>"I gragged you in from the snow, hit you with the glucogon, and we've been cuddling for the thirty or so minutes since. speaking of, lets get you warmed up, your clothes are there, except your shorts, you'll want to get those off yourself.

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>>32063381
>FAL
>Ongoing.

Did I miss something?

He's writing again?

Fucking sweeeeeeeeet

>>32069910
>"well, you're still cold, and-"
"who are you?"
>she looked like a rabbit being microwaved by a high powered ground radar at this question, I winced as I remembered my dad telling me that story from his army days in the 80's, waiting for her to explode like the rabbit did.
>"Uhhhh. I don't have a name. I'm your uh. I'm your rifle."
"Fuckit, I've heard more absurd, though I really can't remember when."
>"well, I clearly should explain this to you, but for now, how about we check your blood, make sure you don't go to the other extreme, and then we cuddle and talk about it tomorrow?"
"Well, I suppose that's about fair enough."
>after a quick blood check to make sure I wasn't walking on the fightin' side of a coma, we went to my bedroom, stipped bare and climbed into bed to warm up.
>"Don't leave me alone while I'm sleeping. please?" she said, while her limbs tangled onto mine
"I won't. I promise."

>>32069950
FAL has actually written more Pale King already, check the bin

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Would you anons be interested in another WW2 aviation story and
am I allowed to namefag?

>>32070078
Yes and yes

>>32069957
>fuckit, I've heard weirder

I have the strangest feeling this would be my response if my rifle started talking.

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>>32065168
Nigger who said I fug them? Raifus are for love, not lewd

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Due to popular demand:

Curses

The fifty-calibers rattle on even as the Bf-109 pulls up out of it's pass, trying desperately to damage any bit of the German aircraft, but falling too short as the distance between the B-17 and the 109 increases.

"Did we get hit in the last run?" The pilot, a stout man by the name of Tim, says with a hint of anxiety in his voice.

"We were, there's a hole the size of my dick in above the waist-gunners' position!" Exclaims Kaleb, the Flight Engineer, over the radio.

"Fuck, waist-gunners check in!" The pilot's voice rattles sternly over the comms. Thankfully it is met with the two gunners telling the pilot to calm down and assuring him they're OK.

The pilot lets out a sigh of relief, almost impressed that they has survived three passes from those damned G-models, ones that bear the new 30 MM gunpods.

As the pilot's eyes scan the sky for more Krauts, his eyes drift to the B-17 on his left, dubbed 'Smooth Betty' by her crew members. Tim's eyes widen as he suddenly spots the ball turret, facing partly in his direction and presenting a large hole towards Tim's plane.

"Patch me through to Smooth Betty right now!" Tim shouts through his headset, cuing the radio operator to begin getting on the right channel.

"-amn this machine I fly in!" Is the voice the crew is met with as they're finally put in through to Smooth Betty.

Cont.

I'll finish when I get back anons.

>>32070175
Your toasterstruddeling of wigger chan and the implication inputted in the story says otherwise

>>32069843
He's just confused, keep writing nigger.

(love it, seriously, keep going)

>>32070285
alright then

>>32069003
Sounded like his arms were not recoverable, else they may have saved his stumps

>>32070192
The toasterstruddeling was supposed to not be serious or canon. Story there, definitely, and especially at seedy motels.

>>32069957
I've really enjoyed it so far; only major complaint is the jump from >>32068553 to >>32068586


I know you're getting to the g3; but from the rest of your posts its like that first part didn't even exist.

>>32069636
>winter wonderland

This is uncharted comfy territory for waffegeisnt writings, and I love it.

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>>32070192
>>32070475
The toaster strudel bit was a one off I wrote for the discord that then got released for the laughs.

And how the hell does date night imply lewd? It's all love, man

>>32070674
Just teasing. Can't wait to hear what happens during date night with Bubba Nagant

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>>32070700
Lol all good nigga. I've already got a bit written out for it and I'm gonna try to have it cranked out later this evenin when I get off work. Expect much cuddling and honky tonkin.

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>>32070674
Deito pls senpai

>>32069656

[HEAVY BREATHING]

>>32069636
This story always makes me smile at how comfy it is. I love it.

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>>32069656
But ,can PTRfag see see why kids love cinnamon toast crunch? You bet your ass I can!
Top f/u/cking shit m8!

>>32064908
My brain stuttered around for a bit before I could manage to stammer out
"I don't think I'm ready for this lets get some of the surgeries finished and rehabilitation."

I quickly avoided eye contact with stubs and looked at the celling.

Stubs looked at me with a little bit of a blush and said
" Any ways one of the specialist I called up is going to be here in a few hours to see if you are fit for rehabilitation and prosthetic outfitting."

I looked at stubs, and thought to my self how lucky I was to have such a well connected person.. Well rifle in my life..

I looked at her and said " I'm not going to wake up with 4 arms or as a head in a jar right?"

She looked at me with a grin and replied
" no, we wouldn't do that, maybe a giant robot suit with a Gatling gun."

I had a hearty laugh at her Wolfenstein reference
" yeah as cool as that is what I really want is to be able to scratch my ass. You don't know what a pain it is being unable to itch it.."

She looked at me and then my butt and stated
"we could always remove the ass that way you wont have to itch it."

We both shared a laugh at the joke.

I sighed " stubs when did you get a sense of humor, generally you are pretty deadpan."

Stubs sat down on the right corner of the bed and said

"well its all I have now.. If I didn't laugh I would cry. That's what you said right."
A tear ran down her face.

I would have hugged her but since I was sans arms all I could do was lean forward towards her..

"come on stubs its all going to be alright. Don't you worry about little old me." I said softly.

>>32071632
Stubs and Stubs OTP

>>32071654
I went out to write a story about guns..
Now I'm writing a love story..

>>32071700
A good owner will take care of their rifle. A good rifle will take care of their owner. It's good to see Stubs doing her part now after all Stubby had done for her.

>>32071700
Is there a way to attach a rifle on his stubs a-la Planet Terror?

Imagine, permanent hand-holding.

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>>32071728

>>32071632

We just sat there for what felt like years.
We chit chatted about nothing in particular.

Despite the near 70 year difference between me and stubs ignoring a cultural gap as well.

Either that meant she was a very progressive person or I was very regressive...

Some how we ended up on the topic of ww2, tanks in particular, this was a source of pride for stubs.

Any time you could let her wax poetically about German manufacturing, and engineering she would jump on the chance.

She finished her long winded monologue with "And that is why the Stug was the best armored vehicle of the war."

She held her head high with a pride that only a true believer of nationalism could have when talking about tanks.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

An elderly gentle man who was escorted by 4 very stern looking men appeared.
They wore suits and ties, but there eyes held no lies, they were professional killers.

Stubs looked over at the man and proclaimed
"ahh Dr. Bernard, thank you for coming here." She said as she shook his hand .

Dr. Bernard looked at stubs and quizzically said "well I don't know how you found me or knew of my work but I cannot complain. It will be good to have some legitimate work to do."

He quickly looked at me, and made a tisking sound and said rhetorically " what has happened to this boy, I haven't seen anyone this beat up since berlin."

I looked at the geriatric German and said
"Electricity lots of it, I got cooked something brutal."

The old man looked at me and laughed out
"cooked well I cant help you with that but what I can do is help you with your situation with regards to your arms."

He produced a suit case which had a variety of wires coming form it and attached the electrodes to the little stubs of my arm that was left.

The doctor looked at me and said
"I am checking to see if any of your nerves still function you should feel a light tingling sensation on your stubs."

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I write science fiction and in my books there is more sexual tension between the main character and his star fighter than there is between him and girlfriend or jailbait sidekick. And some of their interactions remind me a lot of these stories so I'll be posting some excerpts when I get home from work.

>>32071852
Just as the doctor said I felt a tingling on my stubs.

I chuckled "Well now there doc don't tickle me too much."

He looked up from his machine "That's a good response."

Then I asked a question I probably shouldn't have asked " So doc how did you get into the business of being a doctor."

He paused. His face had a mixture of conflicted emotions and he said.
" Well I was a young and idealistic boy and a I simply declared I wanted to help make people better, I was very focused on the end goal, looking back probably a little too much, now I try to help more then I take."

He clutched a small band he had around his wrist that had a cross on it with a small inscription in German.

Sensing the sudden discomfort in the room stubs asked a question
" So Dr can he be outfitted with the prosthetics."

The doctor looked at his machine and replied
"Yes, this gentleman is very lucky to have not caused extensive damage to the nerves left in his arm."

The doctor then pulled out an envelope and withdrew some pictures from it, and then stated
" This is an early prototype of the prosthetic "

I looked at a sleek bit of metal that was fashioned into the form of a human arm.
It was a very sharp and minimalist design, and had a composite covering that was only interrupted by thin metal lines where the internal frame was exposed.

Curiously I inquired "So how many degrees of freedom does it have compared to a normal human arm."

The doctor looked at me and stated
" the same. Although if you ever wanted to rotate your hand 360 degrees while flipping some one off you can do it now."

That got me to chuckle.

the doctor looked at me and said

"now this wont come cheap all of the cash will have to be out of pocket as I don't accept insurance. "

Stubs intervened and produced some gold coins.

The doctor looked in amazement
"Well you are quite the well connected young women aren't you"

Stubs just had that smug ass grin on her face.

>>32072113
>Anon isn't given surgery to become Hitler
An anon can dream

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>>32069636
It was worth waiting for.

>>32072157
Pfft, why settle for Hitler when he could have been MECHA-HITLER.

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>>32072193
>Literally mecha black Hitler

>>32071632
>WWII era rifle who thinks imageboard is degeneracy
>making vidya reference
>even knowing the vidya to reference
So is there going to be consistent characterization or...?

>>32072238
it was a one off thing..

within the day updates of annie and shep stuff will arrive
>also could someone link me to the last parts of casefile by Kommandos vs Wild?

>>32072113
The doctor looked at me and said
"you can have your surgery started tomorrow."

I looked the doctor in the eye and said
"Thank you so much for this opportunity."

He looked at me and said
"don't thank me thank that women over there. She is the one who tracked me down.. Which I thought was an impossible task."

I looked at the photo of the arm, and inquired
"so how long will the recovery period be?"

The doctor looked at me and then replied
" Probably 4 days or so rehabilitation until you can usefully use the arms some where around 2 weeks."

Well with that said my prognosis sounded pretty good.

The doctor proceeded to disconnect the electrodes and stand up.

Then he said
"alright I will be here tomorrow at 8am."

I looked at the doctor with a hopeful grin.. Well the best I could manage with out lips nose and most of my eyelids.

>>32071995
How about no

>>32069656
>If Lala was just starting to make noises, Amanda is starting to go mad
>At first, it was happy and exited noises, but they are now at "pleasured" and were slowly and surely heading towards "desperate"
>Amanda's hands have explored all parts of Lala and has decided that she liked her bubbly chest the most
>She is giving it all the attention and love her shaky hands can manage
>Its not done in a very skilled or refined way, but it is being fueled by nothing but love, and Lala is giving out rewarding yelps and squeaks encouraging Amanda to keep going
>They both knew they were going to get a lot of shit thrown their way when they were found like this
>But the moments of doubt, hesitation and restraint is now long past
>Nothing short of physically tearing them apart was going to stop this
>The act goes of for hours
>But despite their best and most desperate efforts, the cant finish
>The reach exhaustion before ecstasy, and it all ends with a warm, sweaty, moaning, heavily breathing and very sexually frustrated mess on the bed
>Lala and Amanda just lies in each others arm
>They can't speak or move at all, they just lie there
>The bed look like the 8th air force has used it for target practice
>So do they as well. Hair tangled up, clothes wet and ill fitting and several suction marks on necks, and scratch marks on their backs.
>Especially Amanda's back looked roughed up
>They had never done anything like that, but contrary to what they though, they are not... happy
>even after hours did they manage to finish, and they did get exhausted eventually, so the resorted to changing into each others clothes and just holding on to each other
>They fell asleep that way. Maybe they thought the frustration would go away if they fell asleep in each others arms

They were wrong

>>32072393
With that hopeful prognosis Doctor. Bernard walked out the door escorted by his 4 guards.

As soon as they left stubs went back to sitting on the bed with me, twiddling her fingers.

There was obviously some sort of tension.

So I decided to ask her " Hey stubs what's up with you? You look tense."

She paused tensed momentarily and then exhaled.
"nothing I just have a lot of papers to work on, any way I have to get back to the work."

She bent over and gave me a hug and quickly walked out the door.

And with that I was alone again..

I counted celling tiles until I fell asleep.

My slumber was sound, once again I was enraptured in my sweet dreams of nothingness.

I was awoken by a gentle tap on my shoulder.

I wearily looked up, at the person who had disturbed my slumber.

It was stubs.

"Hey anon how are you " She asked as she propped me up on the pillow..

"I wearily thought through a list of appropriate responses.
"Hi stubs, hope you don't mind old leather face."

She looked at me and then patted my head.
"anon no mater what you look like I will always like you."
This was an unexpected display of affection..
She rested her hand on my head.

She looked at me and said,
" well you are undergoing a large surgery I am just concerned."

"alright lets get ready " I said as I was wheeled in to the operating room.


There I saw the doctor, he was holding a thin metal device to his face that had a stainless steel tank, and a glass bottle near the upper section. A dull glow was emitted from the lower portion, I could hear a faint whistle from its mechanical air intake system.

I looked at the doctor as if he had 2 heads.
"you vape?" I said as if this was a deeply startling development.

The doctor looked at me and said.
"Vape no, one of my friends invented this years ago its called smokeless Tabaco, although this one is a mixture of chamomile, eucalyptus and nicotine, along with some other compounds to help put the user at ease."

>>32073090
The doctor looked at me and said
"Do you want to try it, you are the one under going surgery."

I looked at the strange device. Sure why not I thought to my self, as the doctor held the device with in reach of my mouth.

I moved forward and inhaled off the device.
A sweet mixture of Tabaco and chamomile hit my mouth..

The nurse looked at me disapprovingly.

Doctor Bernard responded to her gaze by stating
"oh let him relax, he is going to be undergoing surgery."

As I finished inhaling it I felt very relaxed. With that done, the situation in the operating room became hurried ,but orderly.

IV lines containing anesthetics were hooked up as were monitors to my chest.


The doctor looked at me and said with a hopeful smile.
"Okay count to 5 and when you are done you will wake up a new man."

I replied " Okay doctor.1,2,3,4,--"
My eyes shut as the world went dark.

Despite being enveloped by darkness once more I felt tingles and jolts every now and again, out of the black.

Suddenly I heard a voice. "Anon I need you to imagine moving your right hand ."
I imagined moving my right hand.
The voice responded "good now imagine moving your left."

I once again complied.

The voice disappeared into the void, but then came back.

"okay anon, that's all we needed you to do."
I was once again alone in the void.

As I was alone in the void I heard someone humming an old marching tune.

"da dum da dum da dum da dum dum dum dum do do do do do"

Slowly my vison came back to me.

I heard the doctors voice once more, "Okay anon you will be conscious for the next part for a bit now, don't move your head.

The doctor held up a board with a grid pattern on it.

The doctor then announced " I will need you to touch the areas that light up."

I groggily responded with a muted "yes"

The first area to light up was in the upper right hand corner. I pressed it. Then the left side lit up. So on and so forth roughly 300 times.

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>>32072863
>>32069656

>>32073270
Doctor Bernard then said
"Okay now some letters and words will flash up I want you to say them out loud."

Suddenly I was reciting words much like a toddler.

Doctor Bernard then stated " Okay anon that's good."
I felt an electric tingle run down my back.

Once again I was enveloped by darkness.

My vision came back to me.

I was greeted by the now familiar celling tiles that I had become so accustomed to.

Then I realized something was different there was a box in the lower left hand corner of my vision, it read "energy left 100% 40 days"

There was another box which was empty, as well as what could only be described as a targeting reticle.

I motioned my right hand to grab it.

Suddenly a black metal arm quickly jolted in front of me grasping at air.

This sudden movement caused me to lurch forward in my bed.

This had apparently awoken a sleeping Stubs, Bellalika and Betty.

asi oriented my self I looked down at my new hands.
I fumbled clumsily around like a new born unable to grasp anything.

>>32070136
some of this shit is actually my life experiences, specifically my dad telling me about the rabbit and the high powered radar camera, where I grew up...maybe when I might intend to leave. if dubs, the big one happens on july 29 2017 and wipes san francisco and LA off the fucking map.

>>32073961
What a shame

>>32073349
love this story m8

>>32073961
>No dubs
I'm depressed now.

>>32073349
As my metal arms fumbled in the air.
the rifles stared at me..

"umm hi." I said as the arms limply fell to the side of my body after I had given up trying to control the spamming limbs.

I looked around the room. so far my newly installed heads up display followed every where I looked.

As I looked at the congregation of the rifles I asked
"do you know where the doctor is?"

Stubs replied "He left for south America as soon as the procedure was done. Apparently he has been running a clinic in south America for the developmentally disabled, specializing in people with CNS damage."

Well his knowledge of the human nervous system was definitely apparent in his handy work.
Suddenly a small text box opened up in the lower left hand corner of my eyesight and then moved to the center of my field of view.

It read "The prosthetic limbs you are equipped with will slowly increase your sensitivity of touch in the replaced areas over the given days to avoid any unexpected discomfort."

>>32074196
As I read the text I asked stubs, so what did the surgery entail.

Her face slightly contorted as she tried to recall every thing and then stated.

"Well the biggest part was cutting open your head and installing the neural interface for the operation of the limbs. After that the doctor installed a separate language and visual interface system that is also hooked up to your brain along with a corresponding plug that can be accessed on the back of your head.
Then there was the surgery where you had to install the arms themselves they are anchored to a titanium bolt that has a small shock absorption and compression system, that connects to your bone."

After she said that I inquired
"anything else done to me."

Stubs paused "oh and he did some repair work with regard to your lips and nose using a flesh grafts.."

"Okay that's good to hear."
I responded.

Bellalika then spoke
"any way we are able to get you out of the hospital early because we have recently become certified nurses and care takers.."

As soon as she said that my jaw almost hit the floor.

"wait you became certified nurses within 4 days... That's not possible."
Then Bellalika replied with a grin.
"well only stubs has an associates in nursing ours are forgeries."

Oh dear god when will the ride end I thought to myself.

And so I was discharged into the care of my rifles and taken out and into the care which was driven by Betty.

"umm so you guys aren't going to do anything to me right."
I said some what nervously.

Bellalika turned from facing the window to me and then put her hand on my upper thigh.

Then she said with a devilish grin "What kinds of things would we do anon."

I would have brushed aside her searching limb but since my arms were marginally functional I could do nothing.
Then stubs slapped her hand and said,
"no touch."

Bellalika then pouted and said " Just because you are a prude doesn't mean we have to be.."
She then winked at me..

>>32074406
suddenly I felt very very afraid .

Then stubs replied "anon is not a communal farm, nor is he a rental property or public use item. He chooses what happens."

Bellalika sighed in disappointment, and then whispered in my ear .
" you will always be the property of the USSR," And snuggled up to my arm..
Shocked I sat still.
Then stubs interrupted
"let go of anon"
Bellalika grinned, and replied.
"nope I'm not letting go of anon."

Then I felt a clinging on my opposite arm.
Stubs was holding on to my arm while looking away blushing..

Suddenly I felt a pair of arms on my shoulder and as quick as a cat ray was on my lap...
"who let the pistol into the car"
stubs decried as the cat eared girl sat in my lap and said
"Oh are we fighting over anon I like his waist its soft.."
Dear god I'm back barely 10 minuets and the chaos has already begun dear lord give me strength to make it through the day.

I was beginning to feel claustrophobic in the back of my truck when I asked "Betty how many hours is this hospital from our house.
She replied
"oh its a good 7 hour drive they stabilized you at the local clinic and then flew you out by chopper."

Dear god I would have to endure 7 hours of stubs Bellalika and ray fighting over me this would be one very long road trip indeed.

apparently fukishima has been hit by a tsunami and the cooling system has failed https://www.rt.com/on-air/367701-japan-earthquake-tsunami-fukushima/

God damn k pray for nippon

>>32074617

IT'S HAPPENING

FUGGGG!!

>>32074617
Again?

>>32074656
yea a 7.3 earthquake

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>>32070190
Alright anons, back from a long day.
What did I miss?

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>>32074538
>Guns as nurses
Aww yeah

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>hey there stalker, how are you?
>read this storie of a fellow stalker
http://pastebin.com/FDDtqU29

>>32074826
feeding Japanese ships American beef burgers.. I approve

>>32074538
moar

Alright guys, this is the Ruger Vampire anon here, I'm calling the poll that was earlier in the thread over, looks like I'll be doing the mid-twenties rifle vampire story line first. No idea when it's going to show up, but I can say I'm almost done with the first kinda intro section.
Plus I've gotta come up with a name that isn't edgy as bismuth to use.

>>32074964
Oh, and yandere is still up in the air, but I'm not planning on including it right now.

our favorite pair of kommandos and our lovely AT amazonian are up to date

>http://pastebin.com/uE9QQ5CK
>http://pastebin.com/TMStC5Gs

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>>32070190
The crew of Tim's '17 watches Smooth Betty in shock, the pilot's voice giving them all a sudden jolt.

"Damn it all! Damn this war! Damn this life!" The pilot screams beckon Tim's mouth to slowly open in an attempt to reach out to the raging man.

"This is Three-Oh-Five to Smooth Betty, check in with your ball turret to confirm if he's alright." Tim says, Smooth Betty's pilot stopping for a good ten seconds before he finally speaks.

"He's dead. My entire crew is dead apart from me and my bombardier." The pilot says, voice sounding dazed.

"Pilot, how badly are you and the bombardier hurt?" Tim says, eyeing the cockpit with utmost intensity.

"I got a good bit of shrapnel in my back, bombardier is probably faring just as well as me." The pilot's voice causes Tim to grip the yaw even tighter with dread.

"Smooth Betty how is your craft? Can you make it to target?" Tim tries desperately to get some hope from this entire situation, but the slivers of hope are quickly fading.

The pilot doesn't respond for another twenty seconds, the pilot appears to look around, probably checking for any visible damage on the B-17. Tim's eyes begin to scan the B-17 again, this time he notices the motionless co-pilot, the large tears in the fuselage where the waist-gunners were supposed to be, and the now-noticeable arm hanging and bouncing from the blown-open ball turret.

"Damn this all." The pilot starts back up, visibly swaying back and forth in the seat as he loses more and more blood.

All the sudden, a high-pitched wail comes from above as a 109 comes zooming in from Smooth Betty's six-o'-clock. Green and white tracers, some the size of tennis balls, slam into the bomber with supreme force.

Smooth Betty shudders and begins to roll over as 30 MM HE shells slice through the wing and fuselage, cuing a bright flash to erupt from the left wing, opposite side from Tim's plane.

cont.

>>32075152
are you the red squadron anon?

>>32075231
Yep, decided to change name from Innen Tot

>>32075265
works for me man. thanks fr the heads up.

>>32074538
As the rifles fought over me a little text box appeared.
Stating "applications installed on this device and had them listed under categories,
1.Academic

2.Entertainment

3.Special purpose"

Being the inquisitive mind I opened up academic. The rifles continued fighting over me despite my rather comatose state.

There I was presented with a list that ranged from a graphic calculator to formulas for Boyle's law.

That's pretty cool.

Then I checked out entertainment. Apparently I had some music that the old man decided to upload most of it was Wagner although interestingly enough there was sabotage by the Bestie boys and along with a large volume of Bob Dylan.

there was another categories called games which contained mine sweeper, zork and one labeled experimental text generated universe.

I exited out of entertainment and went into special purpose.

There was one category titled experimental assistive programing.

I entered the application a warning popped up.

Stating
Dear user this is an assistive artificial intelligence program do you want to boot. (y/n)
I clicked no as I felt there was no reason to unleash this genie.

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>>32075152

"Damn these Germans! Damn my death! Damn it all! Damn the heavens! Damn the he-" The pilot's voice cuts out as the B-17 visibly tears apart due to the high speed, sending smoking engines and large chunks of aluminum soaring over the German countryside.

Tim leans back in his seat, trying his best to forget everything he just saw and heard. His meditation is cut short, however, by Kaleb's voice coming over the comms.

"109 five-o'-clock!" The Flight Engineer calls out before the Boeing is suddenly lit up by the same tracers that took down Smooth Betty. Tim sits up quickly after bracing for the run on the bomber and immediately taps into his comms.

"Hello! Who's alright?" The only voice that responds back is the tail gunner's voice, however it was labored and presented little more than a few uncomfortable groans and grunts, clearly showing that he's probably not going to last the next fifty minutes there and back to the base.

Tim grips the yoke tighter than ever now as he begins to notices that he's lost all rudder control, no matter how hard he presses the rudder he still can't seem to force the bomber to turn.

Tim looks down, trying to find a reason as to why the rudders are jammed, but only finding his right leg blasted open, from a 30-MM no doubt.

Tim looks up, beginning to feel like passing out any second, and leans his head against the window on his left. And as his eyes begin to shut on their own and it gets harder and harder to breathe, he speaks one last time.

"Damn my legs."

>End

>>32075319
Forgot to ask anons:
Feedback on story?

>>32075303
The rifles had apparently noticed my rather placid state.

Bellalika was the first to respond.
"umm I think we fried anon's brain ."
Ray hugged my chest, saying
"anon come back."

I rapidly respond with a
"Das Blinken lights."

Stubs looked at me as if I had said something strange.

"what its an old meme from the 1950s." I replied.

Ray was rather happy with my sudden reemergence from my mind.
"yeaa anons okay." She shouted excitedly as she waged her tail..

I responded with a little bit of gusto,
"okay can anon have some room he doesn't like being crushed by all 3 of you."

Ray looked at me and said
"but anon I am a side arm, I'm supposed to be by your side."

Well I guess she gets a pass.
I looked at Stubs and Bellalika, and said
"what's your excuse?"

>>32075619
Phew, intense. Being in those bombers must have been a harrowing experience.

>>32075619
I liked it, although it was a bit short. Not that that's always a bad thing.

>>32075619
It's some characters the reader barely knows dying. It doesn't evoke much of an emotional response in my opinion. The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner, in contrast, makes use of imagery and symbolism which evoke an emotional response. While that might be a poem, its lessons are still broadly applicable to prose.

>>32074834
when I first saw the image I just thought it was a guy and girl eating a burger until I noticed the small pagoda tower sticking over her head.

>construct is up to date

>http://pastebin.com/u25kJLGd

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>>32075732
>>32075678
>>32075674
Thank you for the feedback, I'll take >>32075732 into account on my next story.

Be prepared, anons, we're going towards the East!

All of my bins should be up to date with this post

WRITERS, if i am missing anything, let me know where i fucked up.

also over the coming days i wont be here much but i will try to get my bins done with the end of each day.

>>32074160
so am I now. my 21st birthday won't be kicked off with a massive earthquake killing millions. of beaners who vote democrat.

>>32071995
>more sexual tension between the main character and his starfighter

you'll fit right in

>>32071995
You better not pussy out on this.

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>>32070553
I understand the desire for the authenticity to the original story, however, I'd like to remind you I wrote this a month back and am missing a couple posts due to them not being archived or screencapped. also, many expositional elements were streamlined, and now that I have the pastebin, I'm not streamlining the exposition anymore, if it's in the story, it's in for the whole extent it's intended. not displaced, not lightly touched upon where it's meant to be explained.

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>>32074830
Thanks Poly!

>>32076075
>>32076149
Thanks guys

>>32076663
sexual tension between man and machinery is a mainstay of k and machine operators every where

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Hotel Ivan

Fritzhelm jolts awake as he hears a building collapse just across the street from him and his squad's position within the Russian hotel. The hotel is referred to as Hotel Ivan by Fritz and his squad-mates, in fact it was him who coined the name as a joke shortly after they arrived at their then-new position.

The MG-42 gunner sits up slowly, dirt and little splinters of wood from bombardments from the night fall off of him as he raises himself into a crouching position just a couple of feet from a window.

Although Fritzhelm is very content with being a support gunner, he can't help but wonder what it would be like to be in a different branch of the Wehrmacht.

As the thought of being in a different branch tumbles through his mind, another thought slowly makes it way to the forefront of Fritzhelm's focus:

What if he wasn't in the Wehrmacht at all?

Fritzhelm's eyes drift all around the room as he thinks of a peaceful civilian life. Maybe he'd be a rifle craftsman; Fritz's father was a smart man and made sure to teach his son the ins and outs of guns, specifically sporting rifles, at a young age. So, needless to say, being a rifle maker would be a rather enjoyable profession for the tall German.

Fritz smiles as he imagines a normal life: Being able to go to sleep whenever he wants, being able to say whatever the hell he pleases, having a wife, hell- even getting up to the sounds of birds chirping instead of buildings collapsing. The thought of a normal life nearly brought Fritz to tears.

The German slowly scoots his way up to the window he was closest to which also faces towards the building that collapsed just a minute or two ago. Fritzhelm comes to stop just to the left of the window and positions himself to where he has a small vantage of the newly-collapsed building, dust still floating and dispersing.

A sound shoots to the German's ears just out of visible range of Fritz, causing him to lean farther out while crouching.

Cont.

>>32077187
>Spend whatever cash you have on ammo and long shelf life food right fucking now.
...this is /k/, everyone here already does that

>>32077187
Well that is a distinct possibility, I doubt anyone in power would push for such a venture if only due to the sheer amount of weaponry available to the average citizen of either political persuasion. Considering that are almost a 1to 1 gun to human ratio and the large federal reserves of weaponry and ammunition it doesn't take a genius to figure out that any sort of insurgency will be long winded and hard to remove.

Not to mention I don't think that a vast majority of americans have the proper mind set for warfare especially something as bloody and violent as a civil war, I would recommend looking up south American civil wars and conflicts to get an idea for the amount of brutality that such a conflict entails.

WE are talking about neighbors informing on each other and having families taken out of their homes at night and brutally murdered.

We are talking about levels of blood shed and pure unadulterated violence that would bother even the most hardened inner city youth.

Any ways if I see anyone in the east coast in needs of help and assistance and a safe place I will assist.
Remember act locally think globally, or at least American wide.

>>32077187
Did you really come to this thread for writing to make this kind of warning?

Are we in some kind of ARG for writing?

>>32077336
Also to help prevent a civil war I would highly recommend to people on both sides of the Isle both Trump and Hillary supporters too try and get out side their comfort zone and actually talk to each other as human beings hell not even politically. Go out side talk to your neighbor,
get them to know you as a good person.

Things like that do wonders for communities nation wide.
and before I get accused of being called a government shill for reasons, I will say this I personally believe that prepping is an individuals personal responsibility and that we really should have a well coordinated civil defense program. Even being able to feed your self for a week can make for a life and death difference.

I would recommend buying spam and other non perishables rather then MRE as they are cheaper and store longer.

>"gray fox, this is wood squirrel, come in Gray fox." the radio sang out in the truck. I remembered this vividly, the setting, though vague, was out in the hills in east california.
>I keyed the radio
"wood squirrel, gray fox copies, send traffic."
>"we're almost to the ca-*static* minutes."
"say again?
>silence
>I looked to those in the truck with me. I realized that I was back in time... when was this?????
I remembered the date. I looked at my cellphone, a razor that I didn't use much. the date was 10-15-08.
>"That's a nice rifle you got there, anon, should be good for some deer. oh, well, Mine now."
>I felt myself thrown out of the truck. I had no idea where I was, save for that I was a few hundred yards down the road from a pissant little town called sattley. population:25. My Remington model 700 was gone. but that couldn't be right. I'm dreaming. has to be. that didn't happen for another 4 years.
>then he appeared.
"Edgar? the fuck?! how can you be here in sattley? You're dead! I haven't talked to those fuckers in that truck in seven years! WHAT IS GOING ON?"
>"they're coming back. Anon."
"THEM? They can't POSSIBLY be coming back, not in any way that effects me, can they? They have NO way of knowing my location, They couldn't squeeze a word out of anyone in my family besides themselves, HOW are they coming?"
>"Your eyes don't decieve you, but they don't show everything. They're coming, Anon."
>and with that he walked though a door that seemingly appeared without notice, the glance I got through the door appeared as though the bay was on the other side. I opened it trying to chase after him. there was only the field behind the door. I wasn't sure what I expected. this was afterall a REALLY surreal and unfortunate dream. I sat down and stared at my lap. now bare, yet warm despite being in the snow.
>I looked up to see her. the brunette with the green and blue eye physically manipulating my head. her face said it all. was I awake or would i wake in the snow?

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>>32077336
>>32077375
>responding to bait
But yeah, pretty much it's always local.

>>32077462
The two rifles searched for a plausible reason to be at my side.

Bellalika blurted out
" to protect you from unchecked German aggression."

Stubs was dumbfounded for a moment and then replied .
I am acting in response to unwarranted actions being made by Bellalika .

Betty stared forward and kept her eyes on the road avoiding the immediate shit show behind her.

I muttered loudly. "Dear god can you two try to keep the rivalry down."

They both looked at me apologetically and said
"Sorry anon."

I looked at them and said ."look if you are going to fight over me can I at least have a few days to get better."
They both replied with a quick "yes".

" Anyways I'm going to play some zork on my newly installed." I paused for a second looking for a term to describe the computer hooked up to my brain. Slowly I came up with a term and finished the sentence "Computer brain interface system."

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>>32077169
Three figures take long strides as they carefully maneuver through the collapsed building, trying their best to not slip on any of the rubble. Fritzhelm immediately freezes, trying to contemplate on how to handle the situation.

The German gets on his knees and turns to face the other window before leaning towards it and grabbing his MG-42 from the floor under the window. As Fritz sets the barrel on the windowsill, he notices the figures were beginning to retreat into the buildings that lay behind the rubble, one of them has already gotten behind a wall.

Fritz opens up on the two remaining figures with a long burst and quickly swipes his gun across the area the two soldiers are in, effectively hosing both down.

The first soldier tenses, his shoulders coming up as far as they can while he reaches out for the wall in front of him. Fritz watches keenly as the soldier turns to his left, arm dropping to his side and rifle falling to the ground as the Russian drops suddenly. It was almost as if a boy was finally done playing with a toy and dropped it on the ground, never to pick it up again.

The second soldier, however, immediately turns away from the wall and sprints towards the road between the collapsed building and the hotel, obviously in utter confusion. His arms flail about him as he desperately tries to wave off the bullets or maybe pull the air behind him in an attempt to go faster, but his efforts are in total vein as his injuries quickly catch up to him and he stumbles in the street, rolling several times before coming to a stop in a spread-eagle pose.

Fritz begins to dismount the MG-42 from the sill but stops dead in his tracks as he sees the third Russian in a prone position peaking from behind the door frame. Almost as if it is Fritz's instinct, he automatically pulls the trigger, sending dust flying up around the Russian and forcing the Russian to try and retreat.

cont.

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>>32077669
We Deus Ex now, but with cute gun girls

>>32077669
>Zork
Mah nigga.

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>>32077683
The third Russian stands suddenly in a jagged manner, jerking in an almost robot-like fashion, and immediately stumbles behind the wall, out of sight of Fritzhelm.

The gunner stares for what feels like half an hour but is really just a minute before he even thinks about moving. Fritz slowly lifts the MG and lowers it to the ground under the window before turning and pressing his back against the wall, letting out a long sigh as what just happened really sinks it.

Fritz's other German squad-mates in the room stare at the gunner with terrified looks, almost as if he had just burned their mothers in front of their eyes. It's obvious that they were woken up by Fritz's 42 when he opened fire on the Russians, but adrenaline flowed through their veins nevertheless, albeit wasted fighting power seeing as Frtiz killed the three Ivan already.

Fritz looks at Gunther, the second-in-command of Frtiz's squad, and nods at him.

"Time?" The words were dry and hoarse from the cold temperature.

"Three-O'-Clock. Get some fucking rest and wake us up next time." Gunther says, tired and angry at missing out on getting to fire his weapon.

Fritz doesn't respond to Gunther's boldness with him but instead lies with his back to the wall and drifts to sleep.

Final part up next.

>>32077669
As we drive along I play zork in my CBIS.

The infamous you were eaten by a grue text flashed across the screen.

I decide I should take a break from my virtual reprieve and actually interact with the rifles as it had been 2 hours.
Ray was sleeping on my lap curled up like a cat with her tail tucked under her head.

I looked to stubs, and said "what has been going on at home since I have been gone?"

Stubs paused and her face froze, her eyes drifted to Bellalika she then said "will you promise not to be mad..."

oh boy here comes a story.
"what happened?" I said hesitantly.

Bellalika then boldly declared " The glorious waffengiest protection group discovered a group of neglected tanks and armored vehicles and rescued them from firing practice. We also rescued some more small arms from the oppressive imprisonment centers."

Parts of my brain shut down upon hearing these statements.
I managed to stammer out "wait did you raid the national guard depot, dear god and wait you didn't raid the police station again oh my god please tell me you didn't."

Bellalika puffed up her chest and then said
"While me and the little ones were on a hike we stumbled into a field where there were tanks and armored trucks waiting to be towed to the firing line for the last time. We boldly freed them from their fate, as for the small arms we rescued them from an evil agency known as the ATF."

Upon hearing the words ATF my mind melted like the reactor at Chernobyl.

My hope was gone " Do you realize who the ATF is dear freaking god... Out of any one in the united states of America you decide to steal tanks from the national guard and guns from the ATF. Oh god this cant be happening please tell me this isn't true stubs."

Stubs only shrugged her shoulders in response.

"what else did you do while I was gone." I asked hopeful that there was not much more breaking of the only 2 rules I gave them.

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>>32077934
>Guns raiding the ATF
irony at its finest

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>>32077934
>A much more whimsical take on saving guns from the ATF
Guess you don't like to hurt people.

>>32077431
>"Anon, look at me!" she said as she pointed a flashlight into my retinas."Maybe you WERE brain damaged."
"what happened.. wait, I'm not in the cornfield."
>"you were groaning out something about something about someone named Edgar... apperantly dead, something about kailey being taken from you, Sattley. some shit? fever dream?"
"yeah, something like that. though I've never HAD a kailey to be taken away from me. Edgar jumped off a bridge five years ago."
>"something about a rifle being gone."
"I used to have a dead on accurate remington 700 in .270 that my uncle took from me. people talk about nail drivers, well, it was an atom smasher, pre-freedom group and everything."
>"what the fuck goes on in that head of yours? I've never seen you talking in your sleep before."
"you've seen me sleep before?"
>"duh, you always put me in the corner by the bed."
"oh, right, I forgot you allege to be my rifle."
> at this remark she looked at me with an expression that said I was stupid to fail to see that her intimate knowledge of my house and where I kept things, as well as my physical conditions, lifestyle, and general attitudes towards most things confirmed what she said. I realized a few seconds later that she was right to give me that expression.
"so have you thought of a name for yourself yet?"
>"no, maybe you can think one up at work."


btw, maybe I need to lurk moar, but what the fuck is yandere?

>>32077934
Bellalika replied
"well construction on the underground facility is going well, not only that but the Tokomak reactor is performing above expectations as are repairs on the tanks."

Dear god I could already imagine all the 3 letter agencies lining up to kick in my door.

I then asked Bellalika 2 important questions " Um Bellalika how many small arms did you acquire and were there any injuries and or deaths in these raids."

She flashed me a toothy smile and then said.
"during our fight against the vilanous forces of evil we took no injuries although we did tie up and gag quite a few men"
As she said that she had a dreamy expression on her face, then she continued her speech
" We also incapacitated a few using barbiturates and chemical agents."

all I could see were the various criminal charges that could be leveled at us. Assaulting federal agents, use of prohibited substances , breaking and entering secure facilities, the list went on .

Then Bellalika stated the number of guns rescued
"we saved 500 souls."

My mind reached its breaking point, I temporarily lost consciousness and then blurted out
"so you are telling me we have over 500 guns at my house.."

Bellalika nodded her head.

Dear god help me I thought frantically.

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>>32078133
>500 guns
Welp, I have an idea of what to do after this now.

>>32078040
Girl likes guy
Girl likes guy so much that she wants him to herself
Girl decides that all other women are trying to steal guy away from her
Girl gets into a threatening/blackmailing/violent mode towards these "other girls in my guy's life", driving them away from him
In turn, as they're getting driven away from him, he's getting driven closer to the yandere girl
She also tries to monopolize his time and thoughts

There's also the variant that she hurts him on purpose because she suspects him of trying to even talk to other girls

Crazy eyes are a given, no yandere doesn't have them.

Textbook example in anime: Mirai Nikki

>>32077934
>>32078133
So a black Mecha-Hitler accidentally did a Battle of Athens, but for more guns instead of votes?

>>32078133
Then she dropped the bomb
" We also re educated 5 agents and now have them working as insiders."

Lovely they were using that machine to brain wash people.. Dear god what monsters have I unleashed upon the world..
Then she continued her sentence "Stubs helped with that one."
Stubs tried to hide her face by looking down. but it was relatively ineffective.

I didn't know what to feel I knew that morally since they were rescuing Geist it would be the equivalent of freeing humans but legally dear god the implications were horrifying , not to mention the morally grey area of "re-education."

All I could do was laugh at the absurdity of the situation before me.

All I wanted in life was to own a few guns and work a quite job. Apparently the universe had a different idea in store for me.

"Is there anything else you guys did well I wasn't around I asked hesitantly."

Bellalika paused momentarily thinking then she said
" Oh we made your ultrasonic tool/ gun cleaning tub bigger its now the size of a standard swimming pool.."

Finally something that wasn't completely bat shit crazy wait did she say my ultrasonic tool cleaner and did she say the size of a swimming pool.
yes yes she did.
That means there is thousands of gallons of metal cleaner in my house.. I quietly thought to myself.

I quietly asked "So what is the end goal Waffengiest protection group or peoples republic or what ever the hell you call it."

Bellalika replied happily " To free the oppressed Geist of the world. And to allow them to live happily with humans."

>>32077187
They've already lost. They're doing damage control. They put everything on clinton and it failed.

>>32078185
ok, thanks. don't watch anime, but I get the concept now.

>>32078180
yeah at this point anon no longer has control over the situation. You know what happens when you get a gun.. You get more..

https://discord.gg/zP8UrTb

join the /k/ discord :D

>>32078343
Meant in terms of what I plan to do after I finish with Hotline Waffegeist Part 5; heading to a disposal site

>>32078376
for part 6.

Also, expect to see part 5 this week, as I finally have some time off

>>32078358

>its not to the wfg discord
aw come on

>>32078403
yeah I try to alternate between light and heavy story wise.. There is enough grim dark out there sometimes you need a laugh or something absurd.

>>32078321
No problem
However, I can't say that I can think of any examples in movies or TV, I haven't watched anything recently, only books, vidya, and school work.

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>>32077863
Fritz's eyes flutter as Gunther gives him a stern kick to his side to wake the gunner up. The tall German rolls onto his stomach and rolls a second time onto his back in an attempt to get his blood flowing and wake himself up.

The German scans the ground once him and his squad have left their third-floor home, his eyes coming to rest on the two Russian men which he killed last night. Fritz slowly approaches, moving his MG-42 to the side to search the Russian man that lay in the road closest to the hotel.

Fritz's fingers tremble as he retrieves a leather booklet from the man's left trouser pocket, fearing what may wait on the inside of it.

And just as he thought, a young girl's face peers out from inside the leather booklet. Fritz stares at the woman who he has widowed for a solid minute before he finally drops the booklet in the snow and marches onward, holding back any sob or mournful wail that builds inside him.

The second man lies with both arms frozen by his side in a stiff manner, his face swollen on one side from where he was hit by the MG. Fritz does another search, this time retrieving a crumpled letter in a torn-open, dirty envelope. The gunner is reluctant to read it, fearing the exact same thing he did when searching the first man, but eventually decides to read it, much to his despair.

From what little Russian he learned form the translator in the month prior to his squad moving into Stalingrad, Fritz could make out several small words like "Mama," "Father," and "Little one,"- Possibly referring to a little sister of the Russian.

Fritz tightens his grip on the letter in both hands,causing a small tear to make it's way down the middle of the paper before the gunner drops it and moves onward.

The third Russian was not hard to find, he simply positioned himself directly to the left of the doorway after being fatally wounded, making the job much easier for Fritz to figure out where the last Ivan was.

Final (1/2)

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PTRfag here. I was checking the bin to see where I left off and noticed Diary anons story made it's way into the tail end of my story. It's Day 108, so if it's missing, I found it lol.

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>>32078645
Final (2/2)

Immediately after laying eyes upon the dead Russian, tears run down Fritz's dry and cracked skin, leaving visible brown trails as they run over the caked dirt that stains the German as deeps as his actions have.

The Russian must not have been older than sixteen. This soldier- no- this boy's life was taken from him by Fritz. The gunner closes his eyes while facing the body, trying to come up with a story to convince himself he didn't just kill a young child, but ultimately failing to convince himself that he took the life of a child.

Fritz immediately turns and stomps back towards the hotel, MG-42 slung over his back and head low as he enters the hotel. Gunther looks up from a small map after noticing the obvious tear streams on Fritz.

"Fritzhelm, are you OK?" Gunther asks, brows furrowing in concern.

Fritz looks up at him with empty eyes and a slight frown as the recent memories run through his mind's eye at a rapid pace.

"Why can't I have a normal life?"

>End

OK Anons! Thoughts?

story where rifle has to put up with Guard when

>rifle tries putting on the moves
>guard just stiff arms her and reads his dirty manga books

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I've been dicking around with the idea of that isekai story I mentioned before (generic LN highschool protagonist gets transported to a fantasy world) where the world is a post-apocalyptic desert with two nations locked in struggle.

My idea, which changed from the initial concept where LN Guy would end up in a tank crew, is that he ends up in an infantry platoon at a (late) WW2/Korean War tech level.

I'm just trying to figure out an interesting way to start it. One idea was having him an abandoned village watching something like El Alamein which concludes with an assault on the village and it's rail station. However, this has a long stretch of watching this battle with no particular insight with no particular stakes involved.

Also, a worldbuilding question:

>tech level (bolt actions vs early assault rifles)

Would you guys like an update to the adventures of a Vaquero and her headpat slave?

http://pastebin.com/wjNm6a3P

>>32078759
Pretty damn good, but your mic is shit

>>32078899
Friend fiction is just fucking creepy.

So I had a pretty distressing thought.

Geists would be rejected by the left for being weapons, right?
Would geists be rejected by the right for being essentially unnatural, even magic?

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>>32079170
Hell yes

>That sp2022 cameo

I'm really liking this story. Awesome job.

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>>32079521
it's ok, we'd fuck a gun. so they'd always have a home.

>>32079521
Not really, unless its an antigun right winger (Since those exist too) using that as an excuse. The right tend to be less hostile on firearms for the most part, considering its also essential to them throighout their culture. The only ones I see doing that would be the anti gunner right wingers there

>>32079541
You're missing what I'm saying. It's not about them being weapons, it's about being inanimate objects that are now sapient.

There would surely be at least one pastor declaring them as witchcraft.

Just tentatively finished v0 of DTHW ES4. I know none of my /k/ readers are anywhere near that point in DT, but I wanted to give a status update since I haven't seen many of them in the usual place lately. I also tweaked something minor in earlier DTHW to reflect the most up-to-date research in that field. I'll post new copies for my readers when they get there.

>when your massive crazy internal fiction crossover project is a living document

>>32079521
If anything, it'd just be a bunch of the religious right arguing over whether or not a waffengeist has a soul and if a weapon can even be capable of sin.

>>32078645
>>32077863
>>32077683
>>32077169
>>32078759

Will someone bin this pls?

>>32079521
Pretty sure we've been over this with libtard mentality, but I don't think we've covered the right wing bible beater types.

>>32079552
>It's not about them being weapons, it's about being inanimate objects that are now sapient. There would surely be at least one pastor declaring them as witchcraft
That's exactly my point with right wing anti gunners.

More tanks when?

>>32080090
you mean my story?

>>32080098
YES

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>>32080132
i've had a little other things to deal with, but i have been writing. Some more stuff to do today, and then i will be able to put more work into it

And taking a break and reflecting over things can work aswell. Still happy to see people still care about it

>>32080147
Can't wait for more!

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>>32079844
The animatrix comes to mind.

>>32079592
will bin on a jiffy

>>32079000
The time spent in the village waiting could be used as a bit of world building as he sifts through abandoned items in the houses.

One thing that I'm not clear; is this another world just low tech level, or post-apocalyptic fantasy world that's now using ww2/korea tech?

Because if it's the latter you could introduce some of the basic concepts of low level magic; stuff like light stones and magical knick-nacks that people use in their house.

As far as tech level, I would say keep it at bolt action.

>>32079170
WOULD I EVER!

Thanks!

>>32079170
>that ending

So did the person behind the counter see him making out with the physical pistol?

Oh god, he can never go back to that store.

>>32081592
>One thing that I'm not clear; is this another world just low tech level

That's what I'm going for. I'm not totally opposed to more gonzo, pulpy elements; I'm just not sure how to incorporate them.

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>>32080897
>I'm real!
Everytime...

>>32081696
That's probably what happened
Sounds pretty damn amusing.

Where is story with old german pistol?

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>>32069656

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>>32079170
God, poor anon... I don't pity him.

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>>32083511
Look what I found!

Why is there no stories about AK47 raifus?

>>32078258

Oh great an organization that actively breaks my second rule.. Don't over throw the local governments..

I only gave them two freaking rules.. And they have broken both of them.

And I cant do shit about it.
Or at least I'm not willing to. I mean melting them down would be akin to killing a person and that isn't really my MO.

I looked at Bellalika and said pleadingly
"can you please try to keep the whole overthrowing of authority thing to a minimum.."

She flashed me a toothy grin and said

" I'm sorry anon I cannot let you do that."
and then stared at me for 5 seconds before bursting into laughter.

I replied hopefully "So no more raids right?"

She looked me in the eyes and said
"nyet I cannot promise that which I cannot do, if I see Giest being oppressed I will free them."

I didn't know this but I was about to be roped into an absolute shit storm..

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good evening people of /wfg/

I inquire if you are interested in the continuation of the tale of Jagdtiger 331

>>32084216
Bellalika thought she could assuage my fears by telling me all of the new interesting guns I could meet.
I sat in the back of my truck as she rattled off the names.

"well there is AK47, and AK74 not to mention the multiple modification, we have RPK, and RPD, we have AR10, AR15 with multiple variants we also have browning M2 , along with Gallia and a few Vectors."

She continued this for 60 minuets.

I looked at her and said
"So we pretty much have 1 of each production fire arm produced after ww2 ."

She looked at me smiled and said
"yes anon."

I sighed to my self, and then said
Betty how far are we from the house.

Betty responded quickly
"just 1 hour."

Alright 1 more hour of sitting before I can get home

At that moment ray who was sitting on my lap began engaging in cat like behavior kneading my legs, and rolled over.

There was an audiable "Awww"
Throughout the back row, Ray was absolutely adorable..

Stubs looked at her and said
"Can I hold her next."

I looked at her in confusion ray was a TT-33 which was a soviet gun, I then said

"Stubs you do realize she is a soviet gun from your time. Don't you hate them??"

Stubs paused and thought for a few seconds and then said "Well I don't hate them its more of a rivalry thing but she is so adorable."

With that said she gently scooped Ray off my lap and on too hers and started rubbing her head.

>>32084324
Do it.
It was/is good.

>>32084324
continue..

[Well, here goes. Gonna be a bit thin on dialogue this time, hope you can live with that]

The process of discussing loading the shells into the vehicles is heavy work, but is somewhat aided by the large door at the back of the superstructure. And while it looks like Lily is having issues with carrying the heavy projectiles, her grip around it suggests that she is having an easier time than it looks. Maybe this has something to do with her connection. But these shells are not original or anything. They are factory new, and has really no connection between these parts of metal and the Jagdtiger, apart from happening to fit inside the gun breech. Strange


True to her German nature, she spends a good hour just reading through the specifics of the rounds. Muzzle velocity, shell weight, propellant weight and burn speed, drag coefficient, adjustable fuze times. She studies ballistic charts, as well as estimated penetration charts for the AP rounds at ranges up to 3000 meters. She reads up on the explosive type of the chemical rounds. She reads and memorizes any and all numbers she can get a hold of. It’s absolutely fascinating seeing her reading. She said something about drawing a picture in your head when you read, and how it helps you remember.

This does however mean using any and all concentration her brain can muster and she looks like she is sucking in information through her eyes. Despite only knowing her for a few months, you know she will know every number in those papers, and will be able to recite them in her sleep, but she will still keep the papers in case anyone tries to say she is wrong, to which she will happily shove the papers in their face.

>>32084410
Lily isn’t much company is she is right now, and while the Jagdtiger isn’t loaded up just yet, the loaders can handle that. You climb up on the vehicle, fold open a camping chair, open up a cola and ponder the mysteries of life


You were sent to this base, away from your own to hold of an attack, that just isn’t coming. There is a Panzer IV stranded in the woods, that was sabotaged in a very strange way, and you feel some kind of obligation to fix it. Why? Because it was german? Lily felt some connection to… it? Or her? Then again, Lily didn’t seem to like her very much. Then again, this still has to be a question concerning a tank more than anything else. It may inferior to many tanks in many aspects. Reliability and mobility, most importantly. The gun had performance similar to the American 76mm, so it was a solid performer up until the second world war ended but it was easily capable of dealing with any class 3, and soft spots on class 4s from short ranges, even if that with a high risk


The autumn sun hangs low over the horizon, and is you find things very pleasant. There isn’t any wind, so even if your hoodie isn’t very wind resistant, the sun warms you up. The lukewarm can of cola has just run dry, and you set it down next to the rear part of the Lathi

You take a moment to think about what you just did. You are sitting on top of a WWII heavy tank destroyer. In full working condition. Just below you is a young woman, who has apparently been supposed to take care of the vehicle since it rolled out of the factory in october 1944. And she looks like she is around 20. Little over maybe. And you have been inseparable pretty much since they day you met. This was all very surprising when it first happened but it just wasn’t anymore. You never imagined you would find anything like a Jagdtiger to be part of your daily life, but it was.


That is the foremost strength of the human. The power to adapt. A human can get used to almost any condition i is faced with, as long as it get the minimum physical requirements for life. Sleeping to the sound of gunfire, living in horrible environments, eating food that one would think inedible earlier. But it’s not just adjusting to bad things. Pretty much all things that you take care of every day, almost all things that goes into your daily routine becomes mundane.


And the 75 ton steel monster you just set down you can of coke on might just become mundane one day. Stop being exciting. It sure as hell isn’t right now, but one day, it might be. Maybe not, the pure gut punch from the PaK 44, the absolute furious scream of the V12 at full rpm, the feeling of safety behind all that steel, and the awesome presence of the vehicle itself, the looks and attention it draws to itself… Okay, maybe the Jagdtiger is a bad example

But Lily… Every time you see her it’s the the little tingling sensation in you. Every time you touch her you feel warm, and with every kiss you feel that fire in you. You doubt Lily will ever become something ordinary or something mundane. But she is something you would love to get used to. You were a bit afraid that you would somehow end up taking her for granted, but she seems to fix that for you. There is no hidden agenda about her, a very welcome honesty. If she wants to be carried around all day, she will tell you that. If she wants your attention, she will sit in your lap and indirectly force you to hug her. If you asked her if something was wrong, she was going to tell you exactly how she felt. Because that is how problems are solved


Your philosophy session comes to an end as the sun touches the horizon. It will be cold within 10 minutes now. You leave the chair and head backwards, to the engine deck. But on engine deck is occupied, or at least parts of it is. On the frontmost part, leaning her back against the rear of the superstructure, you see a familiar figure


“Hey Lily”


She bends her head backwards, looking straight up into you. She is smiling.


>Hey there


This angle gave you a very nice view of her


“Wanna grab some dinner? There is a small kitchen connected to the workshop, it should be abandoned at this hour. I can makes us something, just the two of us. Interested?”
>Of course i am


Lily stuffs away her papers, and you collect the necessary ingredients from one of the many boxes that hangs of the large vehicle. You stuff it all in a backpack and when you hop down from the vehicle, Lily is waiting with a smile in her face and her left arm extended towards you. Her hand is open and without any hesitation you gently take it in your and head of to the workshop

While walking, you consider what you thought about earlier. Will Lily ever stop being exciting? You decide to make a little test.


“Lily…”
>Yes?”
“I love you”


The grip around your hand tightens, and she does something a little funny. While exhaling, she sort of draws her chest inwards which makes her collar bones stand out a little more, while pushing her shoulder forwards and a little down.


>I love you too


You feel the way your body reacts to those three simple words. One could argue that just three words would never change anything, never mean very much. But what you feel when hearing that… No, Lily was never going to be mundane, boring, beige or anything like that. You were never going to get tired of Lily.


This point is proven many times over the night. The conversation is flowing, she is laughing, you are laughing. You spoke about all manner of things, serious or silly, fun or sad. It didn’t matter if it all went quiet for a minute, because it was never an awkward silence. There may have been some feet brushing against each other, and some semi-drunk giggling from the bottle of white wine you paid way too much for. But to give Lily something special, to make her feel special, to make her feel loved. You will happily do it again. It ends up with you sitting with your back against the oven, with a slightly drunk Lily in your arms. It is the first time you have seen her like this. She is giggling like a retard, burbling a little. And while she genuinely is happy, her legs aren’t very stable

This does however present you with a very pleasant opportunity to play the white knight. Cleaning up the kitchen goes kinda quickly with Lily mostly sitting on the side giggling at things you say or do. And it just warms your heart. You know she is a little drunk, but she has really gotten herself become very childish now. You are left with no choice but to pick her up. Her body offers no resistance as you cradle and carry it off to your room. She has completely surrendered to you. You manage to open up the door without really using you hands and set her down on the bed and get her out of her clothes


She is so beautiful. You take a minute just to look at her from the yellow light of the lightbulb over you. You take a quick dash into the shared bathroom and then back to Lily. You decide that something that beautiful and seemingly defenseless shouldn’t lie on top of a bed alone, so you tear off your clothes, scattering them all around the floor and diving in under the covers as soon as as you have placed Lily under them as well. She turns her arms around her back, and after a little fiddling, removes her second to last piece of clothing and then crawls up next to you, burying her face in your shoulder. You adjust her position slightly, making sure she has your arm to rest on.


“Good night Lily”


Lily mumbles something you don’t quite pick up and tightens her grip around you. You fall asleep shortly afterwards. Smiling


[so, i'm done flooding the thread now. I tried to give ya some more feeling this time. Tell me what you think! or don't, im not your mom]

>>32084473
Cute~

>>32084473
Absolutely adorable
I did like the comfy feels, but am anticipating the return to the more technical/combat stuff.

Okay so I had an idea for a WFG strip club, we would dress up the girls as ship girls from kanti collection and as various tank and plane Geist.
Not only that but there will be guns on the walls, and the booths will be repurposed troop transports and apc's

Not only that but there will be an indoor firing range..

More likely then not though its just going to be some anons dressed up as ship girls though

>>32084592
Who, exactly, will be willing to work in such an establishment?

>>32084324
very much so been waiting 5ever

>>32084592
And here I thought you were going to say something crazy like having an establishment where you could pay for hand-holding

>>32083542
Anon_kun pls... muh dick...

>>32084410
>this whole post
>How to describe an Aspie.jpg
I am disturbed and interested in how you manage to describe an aspie like me when it comes to reading

>>32084592
I mean, if we take out the strip club part, replace it with a restaurant, and just make it an indoor firing range where I could dress up as a ship girl and not be ostracized, then I'd be all for it.

Also how drunk are you? This sounds like a drunk man's idea.

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>>32082027
>>32080897

I'm no robosexual, but why you gotta make me feel that feel again?

>>32084955
DELET THIS

>>32084837
b-but Lily isn't an aspie...

>>32084473
Good to have ya back m8. Always love your stories