/wfg/ WHERE IS PROOFS Edition

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

construct
http://pastebin.com/ReY90Yxk

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

Diary anon
http://pastebin.com/wjHKSdZU

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

Txpoorfag
http://pastebin.com/UNyH03x2

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Realfag
http://pastebin.com/5ndtABaC

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

Some Guides and tips

http://pastebin.com/gsYuFqb0

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

>know about a link to a story that isn't here? send it to either polybus or Archivefag
[email protected]
[email protected]

Why the fuck is PTRfag's pastebin all fucked up? It changes to some scifi bullshit partway through.

>>32116679
>the archiving team right now is fixing the fuck ups on 6 stories and re-uploading ones
>also the archiving team has lifes out of 4chan

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>>32116472
Hey man. I really feel your pain.
I don't know what your brother had, or how it happened, but I do know that you tried. I'm just an EMT, and I deal with more medical patients than trauma patients, but I know exactly how difficult it is to proper CPR for any amount of time....even on people I never knew.

I'll refrain from asking more about it, because I'm sure the coroner report will explain what exactly happened, but I want you to know that you did literally everything in your power, and to the best of your ability, to buy your brother more time.

You did good.

Now, take some time, do what you need to do, and pick up what pieces you can. It is a process. You will probably hate me for saying that, and I'm ok with being the recipient of that hate, but it is. You come back when you can.

Lastly, and this may sound bizarre/ironic/twisted/sick, but the proper speed for immediate rendering of CPR is supposed to be at the same tempo as "Stayin' Alive" by the BeeGees. Also, push deeper than you think you need to; ribs don't like to move when you need them to. 15:1 or 30:2, either work for initial treatment. Use your core muscles, not your arms. More weight from the upper torso makes compressions easier, but they're still draining as all fuck. Make sure someone dialed 911, and you need to BACK UP when the EMT takes over.

It may sound trite, condescending, or any myriad of other negative things...but if you already knew what I told you, then the message was not for you.

I'm sorry, Serial. I am. I have tears in my eyes and I should be finishing up homework for my paramedic classes, but I wanted you to know that at least one guy cares about you and your brother.

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>>32116679
>sci-fi bullshit
Hey, I read that story. Ease up a bit.

>>32116536
Nobody has binned my other shit yet.

I really don't want to lose my blood sweat and tears, guys.

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>>32116931
dude your stuff has been binned just it jsut hasnt been posted to the sticky because as i said it before archive and i have lifes outside of 4 chan

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>>32117014
>>32116998

dont worry m8

>>32116774
Thanks man.

I used 1-one thousand-2 counting, but as some knew around here, I am a 5'1" guy with little strength. I managed to hold CPR until the 911 guys arrived.

>same tempo as "Stayin' Alive" by the BeeGees

Which is ironically one of his favorite songs.
I actually read that "Another One Bites The Dust" works too.

Shit I forgot to update my paste bin going to have to do that later on my laptop currently on phone.

------
As I looked in aw at the fact that there was a lav200 that just waved at my me a newly made 3 level parking garage that was part of a newly built fortified compound on my property I only had one question.

What the fuck else had the guns done to my house.

Before I could protest I was quickly accosted by Stubs who led me by the shoulder out of the garage to my house.

"We need to get you some real clothes." She said as if she was the one with her ass exposed to the cold air.

It took me a bit to realize I was still wearing the surgical gown that I had grown so acustomed to wearing in my morphing induced haze.

Bellalika ran up behind me and gave my ass a resounding slap, that proabbly coiuld be heard around the world.

"What the fuck I just got out of surgery are you trying to send me back for a broken ass?"
I shouted in anger.

She laughed at me and then said
"Oh anon if that is breaking your ass I don't see how you could ever hold up in the bedroom."

Me and stubs both blushed at that lewd suggestion.
Ray had a rather unfitting smile , while Betty seemed rather unfazed by the comment."

I quickly replied "what the fuck is with you Russians and sexual assault , my asshole is going to stay an exit hole only."

Betty looked at me and said with her usual deadpan expression.
" For what ever reason Russians seem to regard sexual assault as the highest form of showing love."

"Is that a joke or are you serious about that?"

Betty looked at A smiling Bellalika and said, " From personal experience it's both a joke and the truth."

Bellalika just stood there with an unnerving smile.. I made sure to make a mental note to not drink any drinks she gave me least she try and pull a bill Cosby.

>>32117669

As I was quickly whisked away by Stubs , to protect my asshole from any unwarranted aggression.
She quickly escorted me to my bed and tucked me in.
Despite the fact that it was mid day I was tired.

I quickly passed out in my cozy bed.

I awoke at 10 am the next day. I tried to use my arms to get me out of bed but I merley succeeded in punching a fist size hole through the mattress.

I soon gave up on that approach and rolled my self to the edge and swung my legs out.

"Damn eating food is going to be a real bitch." I said to no one in particular or at least I thought so.

Then stubs voice replied actually anon we are going to feed you."

I practically jumped out of my scar covered black hide , and succeeded in punching a hole stright through a stud in the wall.

"Holly shit stubs don't scare me like that."
I exclaimed .

"Sorry anon I was just monitoring you for any adverse reactions."
Stubs replied.

It took me a minute to realize be she was wearing a stereotypical anime nurses out fit hat and skirt included..

"Um stubs why are you wearing that?"
I asked as I stared at her strange costume.

"Anon I'm your nurse I even got myself registered." She proclaimed.

"Yeah but that doesn't mean you have to dress like that also aren't scrubs more practical?" I said confused over her choice of attire.

Stubs pouted and said. "This is an authentic 1944 Red Cross female nurses uniform."

I looked at her and said "scrubs are still more practical to wear."

I realized I had crossed some unspoken line as her pout increased to threatening levels.
I immediately responded with
" but scrubs wouldn't look as good right?"
That seemed to resolve the issue for now.
Until I realized I had a major issue.
I could not only not open the closet door but there was no way in hell I could get changed without mangling every one of my shirts and pants like the hulk.
I looked at The door for a solid 5 minuets before Stubs interjected " I can help you open the door and get changed.

>>32118128
I was having none of that silliness and replied "Stubs I have this."
I raised my right leg up high then extended my leg until the inside of my big toe touched the knob.
Then I closed my toes and jerked my leg back opening the door .
I pulled a pair of pants from the rack in a similar manner and a t shirt.
Then I walked to the dresser where my under ware was and proceeded to accomplish a similar feat retrieving my underwear.

Stubs looked in amazement as I deftly did each movement as if I had done it a thousand times.

She asked me "how did you become so good at opening things with your feet."

I proudly responded "while I was in highschool I frequently carried a lot of books or read while walking. So to avoid putting my books down I would open doors with my feet. Also I was a lazy asshole who didn't want to move off the couch to pick up the remote from the coffe table."

The tales of my terrible struggles left her unfazed.

She looked at me and said "well how are you going to get your clothes on."

I replied with a smirk well I can get the underwear on , but I all deffinitly stretch it out. So if you don't mind please turn away."

She turned away.
I quickly stood over both leg holes of the under ware and flicked my right foot under neeth it and hiked it up to my thighs. Then I got next to the bed and used the edge to slide it all the way up, and presto my underware was on.
Sadly I couldn't button my pants but I could toss the t shirt on to my head and insert my self using the friction of the bed.. sadly I couldn't get my arms through the holes.

"Okay stubs you can look now." I said out loud.

She turned around and looked in amazement as I had almost entirely dressed my self using my feet.

She gasped "how did you do that?"

I replied. "When I was in elementary school we had a teacher who lost both arms in a car crash. Any ways she gave us a project where we had to live like we had no arms. Most kids were lazy and just had their parents do every thing

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>>32115700
>we don't know what thumbhole stock panties look like
AHEM

>>32118288
I didn't want to raise the ire of that one anon that throws a shitfit about assless panties.

>>32118281
"but I was diffrent I actually figured out how to do shit. Suffice to say the teacher was impressed when I wrote my two page paper on my morning routine."

Stubs looked at me if I was some sort of lepper.
"Come on Stubs these pants ain't going to get themselves on. And I don't have any gym pants to wear so pull these up and get my arms through the holes."

She quickly ran over and got my pants on me and zipped them up.

"Thanks Stubs" I said sincerely.

She looked at me and said
"What's next you can eat with out arms too?"

"Actually yeah I pop the top of the cereal box open with my mouth grab a paper bowl with my mouth and then pour the cereal box with my mouth. Sure I can't add milk but I can turn the sink on and off using my nose and drink from the water like a dog and eat by shoving my face in my food." I stated.

Stubs looked at me with a look of frustration. "No anon you will have some dignity and I will feed you ."

I was rather confused as always thought self dependence was the best type of dignity there was, but I wasn't about to argue with stubs.

"Okay I have no issue with that ." I lied

Stubs looked like she won the jackpot.
As we walked out the door I was greeted by Betty who was sporting a pair of surgical scrubs..
"Hi Betty , why are you wearing that?" I said.
She replied quickly" because we are taking care of you."

This was making as much sense as the central banking agencies fiscal policy. I just figured it was better not to question it. As all three of us walked down to the kitchen our path was blocked by Bellalika who was wearing, what could only be described as a sexy nurse costume.

All three of us said out loud "what the hell are you wearing."

She looked at us flashing that Russian grin of hers.

"Well I want anon to get better so I thought he might like this." She said while swaying her hips.

I sighed and said "first off where is Ray second off all that will do is give me blue balls."

>>32118621
>>32118281


She sighed and said " to your first question Ray ran off somewhere when I got showed her, the outfit I got for her.
As for that second one I can always be your arms." She said that last part with a shit eating grin.

Me and stubs both shouted "that's lewd and in -decent."

As soon as she was about to respond Betty quickly ran up and grappled her grabbing her by the neck and then smashing her to the floor.
Bellalika was unconscious in mere seconds.

I stared in amazement at the sheer brutality of what had occurred.

The words stumbled out of my mouth.
"Um Betty why did you do that."

She responded " my task is to ensure you get down the hall and get your food safely there was an obstacle and I have removed said obstacle."

She then picked up Bellilika's unconscious frame and fire man carried her to the work shop.

I looked at stubs and pronounced "that was bizarre."

We proceeded to walk down the hall way unmolested and reached the table.

Stubs quickly grabbed the cereal container and milk along with a bowl and filled it.
As I looked at the cereal she grabbed a spoon.

She looked me in the eyes the softly said " just tell me if I'm feeding you too fast alright."
I nodded my head showing I had understood her statement.

The amount of embarrassment I felt as she fed me reached lethal levels but I couldn't tell her to stop as she looked so happy..
She started humming an old German marching song.

God damn my honor and pride as a man has been utterly destroyed. But I couldn't say no she was just so happy.

When she finished feeding me she wiped my face off with a napkin.

After this I felt a relief of tension as she was no longer babying me.

Then she proclaimed "next up is brushing your teeth."

I wasn't sure how much more loving care I could last through.
But much like a man getting fucked in the ass by a horse I gritted my teeth and let it happen.

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>>32118675
Mosins are lewd. LEWD!

>>32118760
You bet your sweet ass they are. Cries one almost made me hold her hand in public at the shooting range. The Nightmares still haunt me, I was almost soiled.

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>>32118675
>As soon as she was about to respond Betty quickly ran up and grappled her grabbing her by the neck and then smashing her to the floor.
>Bellalika was unconscious in mere seconds.
>I stared in amazement at the sheer brutality of what had occurred.
>The words stumbled out of my mouth.

>Anon-What the hell Betty, you can't just body slam people.
>Betty-pic related

>>32118861
>Suffer not the communist

Why is this thread here?

>>32118970
why are you here?

>>32118970
Why shouldn't it be?

>>32118970
Why do you give a shit?

>>32118970
Why are boobs good?
How are rainbows made?
Hows the positraction in the rear end of a Plymouth work?

I feel like we're all asking the serious questions.

I suppose a bit of lewdity never killed anyone.
Cont. from earlier.

>"Uh...V? Let's not do this right now"

>"Oh come on. At least let me see what you're packing." She says with her devious little grin

>She slides her hand down to my crotch and begins to slowly massage me through my underwear

>"Come on Anon...I need you to get nice and big for me." She coos

>"Oh god... do I just go with it?" I think to myself. "Not before the funeral. This isn't right..."

>I try to sit up. "V, I can't do thi-URK" She roughly forces me back against the bed by the throat and hovers over me

>"You've been neglecting me Anon." She says as she traces her finger down my chest. "Perhaps if you let me have my fun earlier I wouldn't have to do this~"

>She slips her hand down the front of my underwear and immediately wraps her hand around the base of my shaft and runs her thumb down its length.

>"Ohoho...that's pretty thick~" she says with a smug little laugh before releasing her grasp

>She throws back the covers, allowing herself some room to move. "Now stay still." She says, crawling to the end of the bed, her tail flicking excitedly

>She hovers over my hips and begins to slide my underwear down. "Mmmm...what do we have here?" She purrs as she grabs hold of my member

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>"Oh wow. Anon...you better not hurt me with this~ You know my magwell is quite shallow." she says, stifling a giggle

>>32119282
Ignore the equals signs. I use them to break up sections of text when drafting.

Cont.

>She holds it at the base of the shaft and amusedly plays with it, wiggling it slightly before reaching her hand between her own legs.

>She begins to slowly massage my glans while she toys with herself. "Are you enjoying yourself Anon? I hope I'm doing a good job..." she says before placing a wet sloppy kiss on the tip.

>She giggles again as her handiwork elicits a groan from me. "Anon. Open your mouth." she says as she pulls her hands from between her legs. Slowly she climbs up my body.

>I crack my mouth and she immediately places two moist fingers inside, probing around with them. "Good, right?" She says with a smirk

>I prop up on my elbow as she backs off. "Yeah, you uh...you taste nice?" I say with a slightly worried chuckle.

>She looks at me like I'm an idiot and laughs, rolling her eyes as if to punctuate it. "Just shut up and lay down."

>I oblige and the blink of an eye she's straddling me. She uses herself to press my now rock solid member against my stomach. Forcing against it she begins to stroke it with her magwell.

>I squirm a bit, halfheartedly trying to escape from her

>>32119296
>"Come on Anon." She says, lightly panting "There's...hah...no use fighting it".

>She continues grinding on me harder and faster, leaving my groin practically soaked in her lubricant as well as some fluids of my own

>She suddenly gulps for air and her thighs are forced together, as if they were immediately bound by some unseen force. She collapses on top of me, lightly quivering and completely red in the face

>After what feels like an eternity, she lifts off of me, allowing my member to spring up once again. I watch as she hovers over it, arches her back and slowly presses herself against it with a shiver.

>Before the head could make it past the initial pressure, she abruptly stops. "Actually...I think that's enough." She says with a pout.

>"Wait, is that it? It didnt even go in!" I exclaim, mildly shocked by the sudden stop

>She hunches over and furrows her brow slightly. "I know... but I saw what I wanted. Plus I managed to get off."

>"So that's all you wanted to do?" I say with a light grimace as she slides forward, pinning it back against my stomach

>"No...this was just foreplay. And I did want more...just our schedule wouldn't give me enough time to properly clean out my chamber afterwards." She says, climbing off of me.

>"So I guess it's time to get cleaned up then?" I say, a hint of disappointment in my voice.

>"Yes. But but you're showering with me. Now come on." She says, motioning for me to follow her with her pointer finger before strutting off to the bathroom, her hips and tail swaying side to side.

Aaaand that's all I've got. Feel free to let me know what you guys think about it.

Expect more soon too. Just not too soon. I'm dealing with a lot of irl shit at the moment and I feel it's affecting my writing.

>>32118675
I know you're posting from a phone, but I noticed this a lot in your other posts. I also don't know if you're looking for constructive criticism to become a better writer (because I haven't seen anyone else do it), BUT....here goes.

Proofreading is key
You have hanging and disconnected quotation marks often enough to notice them
Your sense of flow is disjointed. Case in point, bellalikabamajama out of nowhere, and then gone like it didn't happen.
Improper personal pronoun usage (me and stubs...should be stubs and I, in that instance)

On a much lighter note, I do enjoy the process of the story and that it sounds like he's going to learn to use the shit out of his arms here in the next weeks.

Something that I'm definitely looking forward to.

>>32119349
10/10 I have a boner now

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>>32119349
At first, I was like pice related, but then I was like:
>record scratch
I had to read it twice. Nice job, RPK.
Lord knows what you're planning to do with Rose... I can't wait to see!

>>32119312
stop giving me a hard on for inanimate objects...
Also I am trying really hard not to lewd the rifles in my story but it just gets harder and harder..

>>32119396
yeah the phone brings out the worst of it...
Generally with regards to proof reading a lot of the time I don't have access to Microsoft word although if I took a careful look at the writing a second time I would probably catch the mistakes.

A big part of my issue is that I get way to excited when I write and I feel like I have to immediately post it.....

I am finally on the computer.

Anyways should I keep the relationship pure or should I lewd it up??
Its getting hard to avoid hand holding...
Then again. That's probably my own personal desperation for a love life infiltrating my writing so I will probably avoid it...

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(Shorty before I continue wit Korea.)
(Also who here likes Marty Robins too?)


Big Iron

The bartender glances upwards for about the fourth time since the man came in; about six-foot, black hair, black hat, black clothing, black boots, a .45-Colt hanging from his waist, and a long face. The man had only been in town for a day and a half and people already had a name for him, "Honcho", for he walked around and talked with a remorseful sternness that showed a distinctly strong will within Honcho. However, it was unknown as to what Honcho was remorseful about, probably something having to do with that pistol on his hip.

The door suddenly swings open, directing the bartender's view to the kid who stands at the door; his small, form-fitting clothes telling the bartender that the kid was poor, a pretty common sight for a business-owner like himself. The kid's scruffy appearance and worn boots also tells the bartender that he'd been travelling for a while, the reason soon to be clear.

"Is there a Joel Armistin here?" The kid asks, voice dry but powerful. Honcho turns in his chair, face resting upon the kid with a sad look.

"That'd be me, and I'd reckon I know why you're here. You're Tomlin's boy, aren't you?" Honcho- Joel- says to the kid.

"Yeah, that's me. And if you reckon I'm here to kill you, you'd be right you fucking dog." Tomlin's son says, face remaining straight while his right fist clenches tightly.

>>32119607
I'd say try to not go too self-inserting. But I'm a prude, so there's that.

Personally, I prefer the angle of anon trying to live, more or less, "normal" but circumstance messes with it. Also, no one has had any real range time in a while, and given anon's injuries and recuperation, I'd personally be interested in seeing him try to shoot again. Also, despite all of the silliness going on, my suggestion would be to try not to over expand, as parts of the story may suffer, unless you're able to cover it well.

But that's just my take, and you're perfectly free to disregard what I said.

>>32119712
Cool, a western! Though, gotta head to sleep, but at least I'll have something to read in the morning

>>32119740
I thought so too..

>>32119587

There's several free, full-featured alternatives to Word out there like OpenOffice, WPS Writer, and so forth, including some that work on Android. Give some of them a look if you want.

That said, I haven't heard from most of my readers in quite some time. Anybody still reading DT? Just curious.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUhBykAA0D8

Some musical inspiration if anyone would like some

Batushka combines black metal with orthodox chanting for a really unique of harmony. Probably works for any slav-inspired scenes of warfare.

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>>32119712

Several of the bar attendees shift in their chairs, two getting up and walking over to the kid, seeing a fight about to break out as the kid takes a step forward after his initial threat.

"Turn around now." Joel says, taking a swig from his mug.

"Get back home and kiss your mama, there ain't no reason in coming all this way to get your life taken." Honcho says, brows furrowing as he bows his head and closes his eyes, obviously bothered by something.

"My father would've done the same thing I'm doing right now if he were me!" Tomlin's boy yells across the bar, pointing a finger towards Joel.

"That's why your father is where he is. I suggest you turn tail and go home before you make the same mistake." Joel rubs the back of his head, still troubled, but still managing to get in another swig from the alcohol.

"Which is why I'm here, you god-damn bastard! Come on, let's go outside right now!" The kid says, pointing to the saloon doors behind himself.

"What the hell is going on here?!" One of the bar patrons finally pipes up, unaware of why the kid is wanting to kill Joel.

"He killed my papa and I'm here to gun this slimy-dog down because of his heinous deeds!" Tomlin's son continues to shout, now having to be held back only a little by the two patrons that got up.

"I'm not going to tell you again, go home." Honcho says, lifting his head with that same sad expression on his face.

"I'll kill you first before I do anything else!" The kid shouts, reaching for his belt and causing the two patrons who were holding him to stumble back out of fear.

>>32119835
Does it matter if any one reads any of our work no.. what maters is that you write it and you are happy with it.

Writing is probably the best damn thing asides from shooting ..
Keep writing my man and I can assure you people are reading they might not be commenting.
You are doing fine.

>>32119396
Literally had to look up the difference between me and I.

Why does the English language have so many unimportant rules. They rarely tend to be rules that if you break them your writing would become uniteligable.

Rather they are all petty small rules that exist like speed traps waiting for some unfortunate soul to trip them and then, be fined, or in this case penalized on an exam grade...
I do find it interisting though because most of the rules are relatively recent and were made with in the last 300 years by academic clowns in their ivory towers sneering at the common people.

From what I have gathered on the subject matter was that most of the grammatical rules like that were made so you could distinguish between upper class educated individuals and the ... common man or at least that is the story my highschool English teacher gave who knows he could have been full of bullshit, but it makes sense.

>>32120107
But enough of my hatred for the finer points of my language. Back to WFG

>>32119571
You too?

>>32119891

I don't post my DT work in /wfg/ anymore, or anywhere else publicly available for that matter, for a variety of reasons. What I do have is a private reading circle (with several members from the /k/ /wfg/ thread) that reads it, but I haven't been able to get in touch with them via the usual methods recently. Just wondering if they're even still around.

>>32120154
Oh im sorry to hear that.

That sucks.

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Ah, man... Is it that time again?

Light My Fire cont.
>despite the labored upbeat tone I put on for my dark angel, I am now exhausted and want to go home
>I just want to get out of here
>I pay, and grab the plastic bags filled with Judith's fatigues
>We walk in silence back to the car and load up
>Judith tags helplessly behind
>"please slow down," she says
>It's like hearing in a tunnel
>On auto-pilot, I just ignore her and take my position in the driver's seat
>when Judith finally takes her seat, I turn over the ignition and drive out of outlet parking lot
>no radio
>no conversation
>just the hum of a 1.6L
>Blackness and questions, fear and doubt, and paranoia and uncertainty fill my brain
>I can feel Judith staring at me with concern
>she's afraid this is all her fault and what I might do
>the shakes set in as my adrenaline drops completely off the map and allows me to be human again
>with as much concentration as I can spare, I pull the car off to the side of the road
>I bring it to a drama-free stop and allow the stirred up dust following to breeze past
>can't hold it in anymore
>it's a dry cry, more alike to a panic attack
>Judith unbuckles her seatbelt to lean on and hold my shoulder
>cascading black hair covers our hands
>she says nothing, just allowing it come out
>what feels like an hour takes only five and a half minutes according to the clock
>as it slows, I can take deeper and deeper breaths to calm down
>"I yam... very sorry, Master..."
>I take a firm hold of her hand
>with a low growl, I relax and let my natural slur affect my speech, "S'not chur fault. I've lost so many... friends... like 'iss. T'think I had lost you..." I hang and shake my head, "ya mean so much more t'me. I just don't think I can take it."
>it feels good to say it
>I make an effort to smile at Judith
>Her sparkling eyes are fixed contently back on mine, "Are you trying to say, you love me?"
>... "Yes, I am..."
>Judith smiles, "you sound like a cowboy."

Castro is dead . I repeat Fidel Castro is dead.

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>>32120243
Light My Fire cont.

>Judith smiles, "you sound like a cowboy."
>I grimace back but continue, "At thuh risk of sounding selfish, I'm awful glad I awakened you... d'spite yer uh..."
>"mein handicap."
>... "yeah..."
>her slender hand falls down to my knee as she leans in closer, "I yam too."
>raven locks of hair now rest on my shoulder
>and Judith kisses my cheek
>the weight in my chest evaporates instantly, and a smile is brought back to my face
>"I yam not going anywhere, Master. Ja? Now, I vill bet you are hungry."
>just the words alone make my empty stomach grumble
>"Yeah, I think you're right." sans my "cowboy" accent, "let's go to the mall and eat."
>Judith lights up, "okay!"
>I plug in my phone to the USB port
>croak the words, "let's put on some music... what do you wanna hear?"
>Judith buckles up hugs her knees to her chest, "I can pick?"
>I put the car in first and putt back onto the road, "Yeah, you pick."
>"Black Sabbath!"
>"War Pigs" begins to play as we begin our journey to the mall
>Traffic is heavy but moving
>working the clutch is still a bit painful
>my ribs ache
>arms are tired
>throbbing pain fills my skull
>but I was very hungry
>I think a good meal will solve that
>aside from drumming her hands on her leg and window sill, Judith remained quiet for the length the song
>putting down the road, the music transitions to "Walk on Water"
>not exactly Sabbath, but in the same folder
>Judith's ears pick up on the hypnotic riffs instantly
>From the corner of my eye, I see her spine straighten
>"you alright, there?" I turn to glance at her
>eyes wide, face blushing red, she shoves her hands into her lap, locking her elbows
>the young german then crosses her legs over them
>black jeans now covering those slender hands, "Ja, I yam fine!"
>yeah, I bet...
>smile on the inside
>the music then plays through "Paranoid" and "Iron Man" as we both jam out
>volume cranked, we look like Wayne and Garth
>life is good
>we're nearing the mall's entrance

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>>32120305
Gonna go /o/ here for a bit. Apologies in advance. This is all for the sake of "plot."

Light My Fire cont.

>whoa!
>up ahead, I spot an old classic
>I press down a little harder on the gas just to catch up
>As I near, I can read the letters "PONTIAC" on the trunk
>"Little GTO" plays in my head
>I point over the dashboard, "Hey Judith."
>"Ja?"
>"What do you think about that bad-boy?"
>she looks skeptical, "vhat? Zhe old car?"
>"Do you know what that is?! It's a sixty six GTO!"
>my enthusiasm is not matched by hers
>"So? It ist juss an old car. Vhy does he not juss buy a new vone?"
>Looks like I'm going to have to convert her
>"It's more than just an old car. This is one of the greatest cars of all time!"
>Judith is unimpressed, "looks like an old piece of junk to me."
>"It might be old, but the lines are beautiful... and boy, are they fast!"
>"zhat zhing ist fast?! Ha!"
>"Hell yeah, it's fast! I bet it'll do a quarter in thirteen flat!"
>Her eyes are wide
>I think what I just said went right over her head
>"I do not know vhat zhat means, but zhat zhing vould not lass a single lap on our Nürburgring."
>smug as fuck
>time to knock her down a peg or two
>... at my own risk
>"Judith," patronizing as fuck, "these cars were built in the heart of America-"
>with the cutest smile and crossed eyes, Judith makes with her hand like it's talking, "bleh, bleh, bleh..."
>I have to shout out over her, "with absolutely no interest in your little winding racetracks..."
>chestnut eyes still crossed, Judith continues to mock me with her hand, "doody-doo..."
>"These... beasts were built with one thing in mind: leaving a two black patches of rubber thirteen hundred and twenty feet long."
>a fake gasp
>"It'll kick a beamer's ass all day, everyday including Sunday"
>I can tell her pale lips are already pursed
>Judith waves her hand dismissively, "psh!"
>"uh-huh"
>It's time we turn right, up ahead at the next intersection

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>>32120370
Light My Fire cont.

>It's time we turn right, up ahead at the next intersection
>sure enough, the old stack-light is turning the same way
>the light ahead turns red, so I'm able to pull up behind it
>I cut the music to the protests of Judith and crack the windows
>"Shhh... Listen."
>the young German groans, but obeys
>a grin spreads across my face as I hear the distinctive chopping of the General Motors V8
>the rhythmic sound of thunder is intoxicating for me
>Judith will never admit it, but I know she likes what she hears
>she's actually listening to it
>My eyes pour over the rear of car like the captain's map I'm not supposed to look at.
>boy, those tags are from way out of state
>"Boy, you're a long way from home..." I say to myself
>I wonder how he got way out here without taking out a second mortgage to pay for the gas
>as he pulls right into the parking lot road, Judith and I follow behind
>several car-lengths back, I watch as another head appears in the front seat
>"this guy's got it goin' on... "
>"vhat do you mean?"
>I don't think Judith understands, "Nothing. Don't worry about it."
>we follow them a bit further until the two park way out at the end of the lot in front of the food court
>I decide to park closer because fuck walking a mile and a half when I don't drive a collector car
>As I drive up and down the isles, I notice just how many people come here on weekends
>"Damn Judith, you think there're enough people here?"
>my little fallen angel is hugging her knees to her chest again, "I yam actually nervous."
>"Nah! You'll be fine. Just act like you did in that Converse store."
>after some minutes of searching in vain for a convenient parking space, I figure that the couple in the GTO could've made it inside by now
>I decide to cave and park at the end of an adjacent row
>a few minutes after I park, Judith and I make it inside the large building
>Still nervous, Judith hugs herself to my right arm
>not complaining

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>>32120424
That's all I've got for y'all tonight. Tune in next week to see the crusty, old line chef say:
>"hey, big man! Lemme hold a dollar!"
Maybe a few of you will get that. 15 internetz to those who do.
As always, I love to read your feedback. Sometimes, it can even affect how the story is told.
Do y'all miss Rose? I miss writing about her.

>>32120216

Yeah that's why I'm asking in /wfg/ if they're still around. Figured I should try and reach out somewhere I know most of them frequent, see if they're still interested, want to let it go/leave, are too busy, or just plain forgot about it.

>>32120424
s-senpai noticed m-me? Or did this happen to be a a completely unrelated '66 GTO?

>>32120424
The cowboy/southern accent seems out of place unless I missed the location waaaaaay early on in the story.

I did like how Judith handles his... breakdown, we'll say.

And yes, as much as I love this Anon and Fallen Angel date, I do miss Rose.

Keep it up.

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http://pastebin.com/u/Keksodus I'm feeling like starting a new story, so tell me how you think I'm doing as I go. I've wanted to write about my true Raifu, the FAL for a while now, but haven't been satsified that the market isn't saturated as fuck with those, so I've held off. any thoughts on NAMING the Anon in the story?

anyone willing to be a beta reader for me and give me some feedback?

>>32121499
Just name him Anon for the reader's saturation.


On another note, it damn hurts looking in the casket.

>>32116511
>I woke with a start, the dust falling around me would have filled my eyes had I not been sleeping with my goggles on. I grabbed my rifle and slinked my eyes about three inches above the dirt to look in the other graves.
>I saw on my 9 o'clock that the other's not on sentry duty had awakened and were pointing their weapons to the north-east.
>it was clear the big one was coming, a nice offensive, a pretty well conceived plan to draw them in. It all had to go to plan.
>mortars began ringing off in the distance.
>I soon found myself on the bottom of the grave again. I slincked above and brought my rifle to bare on the direction the attack came from and began shooting, four hundred yards out, I was using the Irons to bracket enemies with 7.62mm bullets.
>as I counted that I had dropped twelve I heard the order to retreat and sprinted back fifty yards, then turned to shoot a few more rounds and delay their advance as a fellow volunteer ran past me, I was more likely drawing fire to him than covering his retreat, but I was gonna get to the next phase line. I began my run back as the thunder started again. I didn't know what it was, but I knew if had to be directed at me and the rest of the volunteer force.
>as I made it to the next phase line, I dropped into the trench and began firing, I saw the youngin' who passed me early and he started talking
>"SERGEANT! WHERE ARE THEY COMING FROM?"
"The blacks?"
>"NO, THAT'S PRETTY FUCKING OBVIOUS, I MEAN THE MORTARS!"
"What mortars"
>all at once his gaze turned from inquisitive to "You've got a dick growing out of your forehead!" I suddenly realized what the thunder was at his facial cue.
"OH THOSE MORTARS! YEAH, FROM THE EAST, MAYBE A LITTLE SOUTH OF US!"
>"FALL BACK!" he screamed.
>as I hit the next phase, the young man fell into the trench too mangled to be alive. I stared at the corpse and thought, "Here I am. Rhodesia. removing commies. Seems outta place. I mean, this isn't 1967, and HE isn't Anthony Brading.

>>32121812
what casket?

All right you know the drill by now, archive and i have reparted the new writefags and updates will come during the day

>>32121835
yo, you posted link to your pastebin yet?

>>32121835
>As the armored vehicles from the ZNA began to appear, so to, did the vapor trails from ascending Javelin missiles.
>I saw out of the corner of my eye, a man wearing what appeared to be our uniform, but brown. He seemed to fit in. I soon saw his distinct haircut and felt his general vibe, which more or less said that any ladies looking at him should come to daddy. I recognized that vibe, there's only one man in this part of the world, maybe the whole thing with that haircut and that vibe.
>as I looked at him, he spoke to me. "Anon, you crazy son of a bitch! Who's giving you the medal?"
"What medal? I've been trying to do my part like all the other /K/ommandos out here, if anyone deserves it, it's Troopie Statue over there."
>He looked at him and balked for a second.
>"Dear sweet Jesus, Cody got fucked up. guess we're the last ones from the college."
"Jorge, what the fuck are you talking abou-. Jesus, I didn't recognize him."
>at that moment, a voice sounded an order that would give no time to mourn Cody. "Engage at will!"
>Jorge and I presented our rifles and picked targets.
>The figures, clad in vertical lizard stripe were advancing quickly, but were very distinctive in my sights. I began firing, soon, I was alone in my own little world of popping noises and dust. >Within 90 seconds the figures started retreating, no that more than ten of what seemed two thousand to charge would get away from our line of fire. Even with mortars covering their retreat.
>"Anon, I think it's time we count our blessings and figure out what life decisions led us to this."
"Hey! I did this of my own free will, you're the one that got Jesse pregnant. Speaking of, how is she?"
>"Well, she had the baby last month and has been healthy at home. maybe I'll bring her out here in about a year to settle down, maybe I'll just leave after my last tour. How's your life? I heard you married your rifle. Please. I gotta hear how YOU ended up here."
"if you insist, back to november 2018."

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>>32121914
http://pastebin.com/u/Keksodus

>>32121914
I think I'll call this one "Fire And Flame Lily."

>>32121840
Dude lost his brother yesterday. He's doing funeral plans, iirc

>>32119868
Damn shame the kid is trying to commit suicide

>>32118675
As we went into the bathroom I caught the first real good look of my face in the mirror since the accident.

The pink scar tissue ran in parallel strips up my face and my lips looked like dried jerky, my nose although reconstructed look noticabally different than before.
Mainly in that it's coloration was a shade or two off and had a narrower profile.

Now I was never a man who thought his good looks were his main feature but I would say I was downgraded from a 6/10 to fried bacon /10.

"Dear god."
I muttered out loud as I saw my image.

The realization dawned on stubs that I had finally seen my face.

"Anon don't worry I still think you are a good person." She said trying to tease my shock.

I looked in the mirror and realized that not only did I lack eyebrows but that my hairline had receded a good 3 inches.

"I look like fucking shit!" I yelled

"Anon we still love you no matter how you look." Stubs replied while she hugged my chest.
It took me a few minuets to come to the realization that this was going to be my face , for the rest of my life.

I stuttered "can we just brush my teeth quickly."
While I looked down at the floor so my gaze wouldn't catch the image in the mirror.

"Anon I -- we don't care if your face is different you are still the same anon we know and love." Stubs said as she got the tooth brush out and put tooth paste on it.

"Can you Open your mouth so I can brush your teeth?" She asked .

I quickly complied and opened my mouth. At least my teeth weren't screwed up.

Mentally this was harder then losing my arms. Sure losing my arms made my life more difficult, but the fact that I no longer recognized the face in the mirror was a whole different level of body horror.

>>32122230
Phew, despite being a soon-to-be pharmacist, I've forgotten that it must really be some body horror to see oneself with a very different face. At least he lives in a compound filled with girls who are guns.

>>32122230
As Stubs brushed my teeth I was left wondering, would my parents still recognize me? What about my coworkers?


Suddenly stubs stopped brushing my teeth and said .
"Now you can spit the tooth paste out."

I spit the tooth paste into the sink .

Stubs then took the small glass from the right hand side of the sink, and filled it with water and held it to my lips.

I sipped a small amount of the water to rinse the remaining toothpaste out of my mouth.
As I spit the final remainder of the tooth paste into the sink , I felt an unexpected hug.

"I will stay by you no matter what ."
Stubs said as she tightly clutched my chest.

She then stated "we can take a break for now afterwards we have physical therapy to do.

"Alright." I replied slowly.

Stubs guided me out of the bathroom, and into the hallway.

We walked to the living room and sat down on the sofa , Stubs crossed her legs.
She picked up the remote and asked.
"Is there anything you want to watch?"

"Well I guess if archer is on we can watch an episode before we get down to work."I said looking at her.

She was really cute in her vitntage nurse outfit.

"So what is the show Archer about?"
She asked interestedly.

"It's one of the few shows worth watching and sadly gets more right about guns then most Hollywood movies." I replied.

>>32122100
There's already a Red Flame Lilly, that could get confusing.

>>32122431
>Archer
Good choice.

>>32120518
>Starting off with an anxious tone leading to happy car sperging
Comfy has returned. That said, it's time for something new outta me. I have no title for it yet, and it's a new white text thing, so it's different for me.

>>32123136

August 12

I'm not sure how to start this kind of thing, so I'm just going to write what comes to mind. To begin, I'll just say why I'm doing this. It doesn't really feel normal to do, but I guess things aren't exactly normal around here. The hallucinations are starting, so I don't think I have much longer. I'm hearing things I know aren't there. Seeing things in the corner of my vision. Even now, the words I'm writing are shifting around when I'm not looking. Doesn't help that one the of the symptoms is increased paranoia.

It's not pleasant.
August 13

It occurred to me while reading my first entry that I didn't explain what is happening exactly. I have not been able to sleep in a while, so I get sidetracked easily. More so with all the things moving around. They're getting bolder. Moving around even when I'm staring right at them.

Getting sidetracked again, sorry. I have Insomnia. While this would normally not be an issue, this isn't a normal kind of situation. I haven't had much sleep in about three months. The doctors are certain. I have Fatal Familial Insomnia. It started off as just not being able to sleep. Staring at my ceiling and praying for just a wink. After about three weeks, I decided to see if there was something I could do to get some sleep. I went to the doctors and told them what was going on.

After a bit of testing, different medications, and absolutely no effect, it was concluded that I have Fatal Familial Insomnia. A death sentence. There's no way to tell when I will finally die, but the final stages are supposed to happen somewhere between four weeks and two years after the onset of hallucinations and panic attacks. Panic attacks kind of happen frequently when you realize you will probably have a really bad time before an early death, but the hallucinations becoming more and more real are proof that I'm on the fast track to becoming a human vegetable.

I'm scared.

>>32123140

August 16

I'm a little late, but I've at least been keeping track of the days with a clock with the date and a calender to mark off so I know when something is coming up. I had my sister mark every important date on it when she visited last. I wish she would come more often. It's scary being alone like this, when everything is slowly moving around you. Sneaking up behind you. Running back into its spot when you turn to catch it in the act.

The only thing that hasn't betrayed me is my Ruger. She sits in the corner dutifully. I'm pretty sure she is watching the others to make sure they don't try anything funny when I'm not looking. At least I can keep my eye on them better with Insomnia. It's been about eight days since I've last had anything close to sleep. I hope I can sleep one more time before anything happens.

I want someone there with me for it.

>>32123143

August 24

I finally got some sleep. I can't believe it. It feels so great having just that tiny bit of rest. However, there is a new development. My Ruger has seemingly left her spot to join me in bed. At least, that's what the brown haired girl I woke up next to said.

I almost had a panic attack, until she wrapped her arms around me. It was nice and warm. Just for that moment, I felt like everything was going to be okay. It hurt when she let go. The girl introduced herself as Tenny. That was funny to me, because I just made that nickname up for my Ruger when I was cleaning her out back. Tenny promised me that she would never let me be alone while I'm going through this.

I really hope she's telling the truth.
I really hope she's real.

-

August 30

I haven't been able to sleep since the last time, but Tenny has been making it easier to deal with. We talk often. Usually about nothing but small talk to pass the time. Sometimes it feels like hours, other times just seconds, but Tenny has been good at keeping track of time when I can't. I tried cooking again instead of just microwaving whatever I had in stock. It didn't feel right just making a TV dinner for her. No injuries. No problem. Only burns to be had were the chicken. I forgot to oil up. Ainsley forgive me.

Tenny appreciated the gesture, but I could tell she had trouble chewing it. I don't blame her, my chef skills have suffered it seems. Maybe I should work on it while I can.

I wish this chicken was a hallucination.

>>32123151

September 5

I know I mentioned it before, but I really hope Tenny isn't a hallucination. And even if she is, I hope she stays solid. It's so much easier to live like this when there's someone always with you. Even if she needs sleep once in a while, it's nice to have someone warm next to you. Someone to listen to the breathing of. It's calming.

When she wakes, we get breakfast and resume talking to pass time. While she seems to know a lot about me from the times I've taken her shooting in the backyard, I know almost nothing about her. What her favorite color is, her favorite thing to do is (besides shooting), and so on. You'd think someone claiming to be your gun wouldn't be much of a conversationalist, but I won't complain about it. Both of my wishes were granted that last night of sleep I had.

I hope this lasts forever.

-

September 20

It's getting worse. Things are moving around like crazy.I can feel the couch breathing down my neck while I watch the TV changes channels just to annoy me. Cabinets on the other side of the kitchen open when I close another. I can hear faint whispering all around, but I can never make out what is being said.

After tonight, I'm going to stay locked up in my room. That way, I won't be able to see them move around. Less noise to deal with. Thankfully, Tenny is keeping her promise and staying by my side through it all. She helps me up the stairs and off the couch while I grow weaker every day. I am terrified, but she always inspires me to stay calm wtih her smile.

This isn't as bad as I thought it would be.

>>32123153

October 24?

My trust calender and clock have ran off and eloped it seems. I can't find either one anywhere, and I even took a look outside of my room in the hellpit that was once my living room. It's completely different down there. More sinister than the last time I saw it. I don't wan to see it again. I'm giving up on the two traitors. I spent too much time looking for them.

Tenny has been trying to keep track of the days, but even she seems to be lost on it. She doesn't seem downcast in the least about it though. When I asked why she is so cheery all the time with how bad things are getting, she just smiled again. I was almost about to get angry with her, but then she spoke words that I'll never forget. "Because even though everything else is bad, I am still with you just like before. And that is good. As long as there is something good here, I can smile."

I can smile, too.

-

Probably December, it's cold enough for it.

Tenny has been frowning slightly. I hate when she isn't smiling. I want her to smile even when I can't anymore. Her smile is my smile. So I asked her what was wrong, while trying my best to smile for her. She told me she missed shooting.

I've been neglecting her. I haven't wanted to go outside since I started losing sleep. I haven't shot in that long either. I don't think I'd even be able to hit the paper at twenty-five yards. But if shooting will make her smile, then it will take a hell of a lot more than Insomnia to stop me from making it happen. I had her help me out back to see if the table and target have moved at all since this mess started. Thankfully, they were right where I left them. Just like Tenny, they haven't betrayed me. The only thing I'll have to keep in mind is that it's pretty cold out. I'll have to wear a coat. This may be the last time I get to do this.

We're going shooting.

>>32123156
The rest will come after tonight, Gotta another thanksgiving dinner.

>>32122431
As the episode progressed Stubs was introduced to Kreiger.

She looked at me and said.
"What is it with you Americans and your fetish for German scientist, actually why at is with your nazi fetish. Seemingly every other movie show or video game has them or something like them?"

It was a good question.
I thought and then responded.
Well WW2 pretty much made America a super power. Also Americans love ideological hate fucking, we do the same thing with the USSR."

Stubs rolled her eyes and said with a laugh.
"If you guys like it so much why don't you just make a time machine and re live it."

I responded wittily
"I'm pretty sure there are a lot of Americans who would gladly do so they would probably give two arms for it."

Stubs made commentary through out the whole episode of Archer.

Suffice to say Stubs was sufficiently amused by the antics of the show.

"How many seasons are there?"
She asked egarly.

I thought for a minuet or two and replied.
"Think there are 6-7 seasons in not sure as I have fallen behind in watching the show."

Her eyes flowed with excitement as she pronounced.
"I will be watching this show as much as I can. Perferabbly with you every night."

She could be a real cutie when she got excited about something.

>>32123184
Since our schedualed break was over Stubs got up and motioned me to the work room.

She then said
"I have a physical thearpy center set up in the back it's pretty simple though most of the items are peg boards , rope of varying thickness and elastic putty of varying viscosity."
As we reached the door I opened it with my feet.

We then saw a strange sight.
Betty firing a mossin but the rounds didn't go off they were just ejected, Betty's name was also clearly embossed on the stock of the rifle.

I hesitantly asked.
"What is going on here."

Betty looked at me with a predatory smile.
And said
"Oh I just depressed the firing pin and poured hot wax in it. I then let it harden and cleaned out the rest of the internals and polished them judiciously.
Currently the trigger has a pull weight of 2 pounds and I have cycled 2000 rounds through the rifles action."

"Um okay I need to use the room for physical therapy. So can you take this some where else?" I said unsure of what to make of the situation."

Betty laughed and said.
"Well I was just about done any way Russian rifles are more bark then bite."
She then picked up a trigger lock and attached it to the trigger, and then inserted a barrel plug , she then wakes out with the mossin and shut the door.

I turned to Stubs and said.
"What the hell was all that about?"

Stubs didn't reply she looked like she had just witnessed the most horrific car accident.

I spoke to her again.
"Yo Stubs are you in there."
No response.

I then lightly tapped her shin with my foot.
She suddenly came back to life, her face red as a cherry tomato.

She stammered "well there is a lot of work to get done let's get to it."

She was obviously very uncomfortable with what she had just witnessed.

>>32123561
Ugh so many corrections need to be made god damn predictive typing crap on my phone i am shutting it down.

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>>32119868

I was almost as if Honcho knew what was going to happen, for he had already turned around while the kid was threatening him and by the time the kid reached for his belt, he had a gun pointed directly at him.

Three shots ring out as Honcho fans* his revolver quickly. The first shot strikes the kid center-mass, hitting him just under the rib cage and slicing open his right lung. The second shot his the right side of his neck, literally tearing it open and instantly starting to bleed. The third shot, the least lethal one, takes off the upper portion of the kid's ear, finally resulting in him stumbling backwards, out the door, and the collapsing in the street.

After his body rolls over a couple of times, emitting it's last death throws and leaving a dense trail of blood out of the saloon.

"God-damnit! Somebody go get the sheriff or the coffin-maker, somebody! Hurry up before he starts stinkin'!" One of the patrons shouts, stepping away from Honcho and the blood trail. One of the prostitutes gets up and runs off to do exactly what the other patron said, meanwhile Honcho turns back around and places a couple of coins on the bar.

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>>32123606

"Hey, Joel," The bartender starts, talking to Honcho for the first time.

"Why did you kill his father? Did he deal you wrong in a game of cards?" The bartender leans in, talking softly as to not get anyone else involved.

"More-so is the opposite; he was drunk and got a bad hand in a Poker match. While he was hopped up on that scotch, he drew his gun and tried to shoot me after he went broke, his gun didn't fire and I finally got him on the chin with my big iron*." Joel says, finishing off his mug when done.

"Do you know why I'm always so sad? It's because every time I go to sleep, every waking hour, I'm thinking about how I killed a man over a game of cards. Now I'll be thinking about how I killed his boy for the same reason, too." Honcho looks at the bartender with that same remorseful look.

With that, Joel gets up, puts on his hat, and walks out. He makes sure to avoid stepping in the blood and also avoids looking at the body of the kid, probably not wanting to know what he looks like.

The bartender crosses his arms, still thinking about how people will throw their lives away over the simplest things. Right then, another question runs through his head;

Why was it that he got so good on that revolver?

End.

Definitions for youngfags or people who don't know any better:
Fan*- Slam firing, specifically a revolver.
Big Iron*- Slang for pistol, in this case a revolver.

>>32123561
So the physical therapy room is also a rifle sex dungeon...
Nice

>>32123648
I am living the western feel. We generally seem to over look good guns and cartridges because they aren't the newest or coolest.

>>32123677
Any where can be a sex dungeon if you are brave enough.

>>32123770
Of course, I had to read through that section a few times to realize what was going on.
Can't say I'm disappointed to find that one of the rifles is actually a dominatrix.

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>>32122845
the way i bin kinda prevents that, Redflame lily is the writefag

Kesodus i putted his name and as a subtitle the name of the storie, but im open to feedback

>>32124077
I'll proabbably end up cleaning the writing on Monday when I have my desk top

>>32123648
Mmm, you know how to put a good touch to these stories

>>32122100
Choose another distinctive thing from Rhodesia good sir. The Flame Lily is mine.

>>32124623
I took the Fal out of rhodesia but i couldnt take the rhodesia out of the FAL

>>32124623
A good point. But fuck if I can think of anything now except "A Deadly Repossession" But one, that title sucks, and two, it doesn't go with how I figure on ending the story. though I will attemp something.

>>32124623
next part when?

>>32124623
>>32122845
>>32124864

>'till this is sorted out i will put just a name of the writefag

>>32121978
"So, Jorge, I was a young man, you know this part, we were in the same class. President Trump signed an executive order that allowed the army to draft me, where they previously couldn't."
>"so you were a conscript?"
"until after my first tour in europe in 2019. Then they switched out the PVS-14 to the PVS-18 in standard issue. didn't like the power switch as much, but it DID work a bit better. Then they started SELLING us modernized FAL's in full battle rifle size and I couldn't NOT rejoin."
>"so, here I was, europe, fighting the forces of islam. FAL in hand, and PVS-18 on head..."
"precisely. then..."

>>32125324
Man...i got screwed over hard by society.
You are the slightest bit hyper bam you have adhd and you need treatment for it... fucking meps had a 91 on the asvab and mos 35m along with some bounus money because of my associets degree, but the second the recruiter saw that i had a adhd on my doctos notes he told me to hide it, which would be a federal crime on my part. I dont think my ass would last long in a military prison nor a federal one.
On theother hand My uncle was able to be serve as a naval aviator flying f 14 as he had a pilot license and college education. He was lucky adhd didnt exist as adiagnosis back then because he he definitely has it.
Anyways he is a commercial airline captain now...
I wonder how many qualified peopleget rejected because of stuff like that.

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>>32120518
>Do y'all miss Rose?
MOAR PLZ

>>32125324
>july 20th 2020.
>"ANON! Your new rifle came in."
"Thanks, Major."
>"thought she'd like to introduce herself." He pointed to a woman who had subtly followed him into the barracks. She had Brown hair and vivid green eyes, slightly muted by the barracks lighting, which was only so bright. She appeared clad in rhodesian brushstroke, matched me just fine, I'd been clad in that same pattern during these stays domestically.
>"As you know, private, this is now YOUR rifle, and will be YOUR responsibility alone outside of servicing at the armory, should you feel the need to have them do something."
"Sir, This isn't a rifle, this is a WOMAN, granted a pretty one, but don't you think bringing them in from town is gonna-"
>"HEY!" she shouted with a pout that was borderline angry"I'm not some WHORE from town! I'm your rifle!"
"clearly our communication has run against a wall, my version of a rifle may differ from yours, but I'm expecting a DSA titanium receiver FAL painted turquoise with yellow brown stripes, an Elcan Specter 1-4, and an IR laser, not a perty brunette who follows the Major, of all people into the barracks."
>"You SERIOUSLY don't believe me? Give me your hand!"
>She reached out and snatched my hand, and with a "Watch this" she dissappeared. looking into my hand, I saw exactly the rifle I ordered, with exactly the same optics and peripheral equipment I had expected to receive from the armory.
>"Believe me now, Anon?"
"I- I believe you."
>"Ah, Anon's got his new rifle now, you take care of her now." And the Major walked off laughing like a fucking lunatic.
"Well, shall we get you settled in?"
>"yeah. so your name was... Anon, right? what kind of name is that?"
"yup, German. So what's the deal with you being a rifle, for the sake of getting that straightened out?"
>"Well, some rifles have an anthropomorphic personality with them. you know, some of the unique things associated with rifles you might think of as inconsistencies in machining.

>>32125516
I have Asperger's syndrome, which is like a gap in interest depending on what I care about. If it doesn't interest me, it's very difficult for me to give a fuck about it. If it does interest me, it's easy for me to go FULL OCD about it, almost to the point of being neurotic. it's eased up in previous years, though my balance is still not that strong. I also have diabetes, which would be what disqualified me. They say they want to remove some of the restrictions and let more americans serve, but I doubt diabetics will ever be drafted just for the pure cost of providing them with insulin to not die and the need for a constant supply. it's easy to have them carry enough to last for weeks, but insuring they don't overrun those supplies is too twitchy. getting caught out, they have two hours before being off the insulin would start to show detrimental effects to their health, such as rising blood sugar, potentially coma, ketoacidosis, or death, as a result the coma, or the ketoacidosis.

>>32125690
Don't forget about hyperglycemic hyperosmolar nonketotic syndrome.

>>32125723
never heard that one before, but fuck that shit. it's like I'm SUPPOSED to be dead by the laws of nature.

>>32110036
>>32110041

To Super Panther Anon in the last thread;
I really enjoyed the little bit you had posted so far. I really hope to see it continued, one day.

Theres something about it that just grabbed me; maybe it's the fact that the MC is just a spectator in combat; it doesn't revolve around him and he's no hero. I enjoyed that brief aspect of describing a battle from a very limited perspective.

>I am inspired my music
>listen to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zZfBBp-j6I
>want to write a sad story of a soldier dying with his raifu
>I've written similar short stories two times already

I'll just leave the song out there if anyone else feels inspired.

>>32125639
"So My old M-16 just didn't like 20 round mag? makes sense."
>"Why would it not like 20's? They're not 30's!"
"when you shoot 5.56mm, 20 is too few and 40 is too many."
>"You don't seem like the type to carry an M-16."
"why do you think You're here? I like my stuff not to be heavy, but to be dense in the right spot, and in the right amount. otherwise it's gonna be an awkward, like the mill vises we used to carry to the mill in the machine shop."
>"You worked in a machine shop?"
"Yeah, and I liked to go between the Mill and the Lathe occasionally to keep it fresh. Can't machine gummy steel on the lathe all the time without machining some actually ok steel on the mill on occasion."
>"Ever make any guns?"
"Nah, I worked in a machine shop. They'd have my ass canned for stealling company resources."
>"what's on the agenda for tonight?"
"Make sure you're lubed up, then tomorrow we head out for the first exercise."
>For what may have been the first time for her, she was shocked, and it showed. Her face went from non committal to accused, and she looked around as though I'd accused her of something embarassing.
>"Here? In the barracks? In front of everyone else?"
"Pretty standard practice, everyone gets their privacy in public, so to speak."
>I gestured to the rest of the barracks who were lubricating their rifles, as she looked around, she finally relaxed a little.
>"Well, gotta be done I suppose. Just... Be gentle, Anon, it's my first time."
>with that she turned to the rifle and I began simply stripping her down and inspecting for dirt, machining remnants and grime, cleaning it out where I found it. before long i'd completely removed every last part and made sure it was clean enough to eat off of.
>I put her back together without incident and oiled her lightly, but not too lightly to go unlubed for 1,500 rounds.
>she morphed again and let out a small chirp, twitched a couple times and took a breath.
"Enjoy yourself?"
>"In public of all places" she smirked.

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>>32125639
She sounds pretty, treat her good.

>>32126342
Sounds like an expensive gun.

http://pastebin.com/1nQfxkVN

>>32125749
More commonly seen in type 2 diabetics. Instead of your body processing fats and shit and producing ketone, you're so hyperglycemic that your body is completely flooded with fluid and you basically have systemic edema.

Which, obviously, causes a problem.

>>32125530
daily reminder that rose a pure

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>airshit battery taped to handguard

>>32125749
Well, you did draw the shit end of the genetic lottery.

>>32123561
As we walked into the large work shop Stubs guided me to an area with a stainless steel peg board along with other items for me to practice manipulating.

She looked at me and said
"okay anon don't worry about breaking anything its all replaceable. The first thing we will be working on will be pressure modulation. squeeze this wood block."
The wood block she picked up was probably five inches wide by four inches long and three inches wide, The wood appeared to be a varnished hunk of Oak.

I squeezed the chunk of wood.

I reduced it to a pile of splinters with minimal effort.

Stubs looked me in the eyes and said.
"That would be the amount of force required to crush someone's femur. I want you to keep that in mind."

She then produced a very heavy and dense wood block. It almost felt like iorn.

"what the hell is this made out of?" I said confused over the odd properties of the material.

Stubs responded "Its iron wood, this particular one is Allocasuarina luehmanni species of tree that has a very dense grain structure so dense in fact that it sinks when it is placed on water unlike other woods that float. Hence the name iron wood. "

I used my CBI to look up information about that type of wood.

It should take roughly 5060 foot pounds of force to make an indentation.

I firmly grasped the wood block with my right hand.

It wasn't so much crushed as it exploded every where sending shards of wood all over.

Stubs looked at and said " that would be similar to the forces required to hurt a bolt of a rifle and possibly cause damage."

I looked at her and said,
"its fine and dandy to have all this crushing power put what happens if I need to scratch my ass or swat a fly.?"

She responded
"well anon that's what this therapy is for. You are going to learn how to exert the correct amounts of force so that way you don't hurt your self or anyone else."

She then produced a ball of very firm silly putty.

>>32127548
I stared at the silly putty, and focused intensely on the blue amorphous blob.

My first attempt to pick it up resulted in me over shooting it.

My second attempt resulted in me hitting it off the table with astounding speed. I watched the blue amorphous ball take flight. It was heading straight for Stubs.

The ball of silly putty made a thwomp noise as it hit stubs in the chest.
She collapsed to the ground in serious pain.

"oh my god Stubs are you alright?"
I asked as she laid on the ground.

I bent over her. She was breathing but it sounded like I knocked the breath out of her.

I was too afraid to try and move her for fear that my ungodly mechanical strength would hurt her further.

"Fuck this hurts." Stubs whispered.

She rolled over. I could see that the silly putty had exploded covering most of her white outfit blue. It must have functioned similar to a bean bag round fired from a shot gun. Non lethal but painful as all hell.

She slowly propped her self up .

" Stubs I am so sorry I didn't mean to it was an accident." I was blubbering the words out.

Stubs slowly replied" I should have thought of that possibility I will be gone for a few minuets. Keep working on the tools here."

She slowly walked out through a secondary side exit of the room.

I tried picking up the bouncy balls all I managed to do was smack it off the table with and hit the wall. It rebounded back at me.

Before the words "oh shit could leave my mouth it struck me in the jaw.

I saw stars. as I collapsed to the ground unconscious.

The first sight that greeted me was stubs wearing riot armor.
"Anon are you okay?" She said as she lifted me off the ground.

I sorely replied "Yeah im okay a little worse for wear but I will live."

I tasted a large amount of blood in my mouth.
When I fell, I bit my tongue, pretty hard.

I walked over to the sink and spit the blood out.

"god damn that hurts." I was merely stating the obvious.

>>32127694
Anon is now Jax. Shao Khan when?

>>32127878
shit I subconsciously made jax without even thinking about him being jax..

Sup /wfg/... its been awhile...

>>32128134
welcome back, Construct!

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>>32128175
Thanks. Finally ables to get back to writing Damaged Goods after two weeks of Hell. I know its been awhile, so I thought I would post my bin as a refresher and post some screen caps of my character sheet.

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>>32128336
And the bin: http://pastebin.com/ReY90Yxk

Hoping to have an update tonight

>>32128352
>Hopefully Construct update
Fucking yes!

>>32128352
Good to hear, hope everything is alright now. Can't wait to read more about MC and Sophie getting better

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>>32120938
No, you read it right. These little cameos are my way of thanking the rest of the content creators in /wfg/ for their great stories. I wish I could include cameos of all others, but the cameo has to make sense in my universe. For some, that'd be either impossible or take too many posts to explain. For those writefags, keep doing what you're doing! I'm enjoying your stuff anyway.

>>32121217
I thought I made it clear I live near Memphis, Tennessee. Guess I didn't. My accent normally fairly clean, but when I'm relaxed, drunk, or emotional I sound a good bit like Joel from TLOU.
>I do miss Rose.
Seems like we all do. I was so afraid in the beginning that no one would like her character. No one. Now, it seems she has a small cult following.

>>32123136
>comfy has returned
Yes! I'm going back to what I'm good at. Writing emotional pain with dialogue is mentally exhausting. Too many memories get stirred up to surface, and then I have to take a break.
I'm going to have to rain check your new stuff. I really do apologize. You're one my favorites in this general. I'm way behind in two other stories already, plus I have to write, myself.

>>32125530
>"You want more of me, boy~? Well... you'll just have to wait like EVERYONE ELSE!"
-Rose

>>32127363
>rose a pure
She is at this moment.

>>32128134
Please tell more of your story...
Also, I ordered a steel guide rod for the 92fs. The guide rod should arrive on the 1st and the the pistol will come home with me in mid-December.

>>32128530
I take it the original was polymer. I don't know why I am okay with polymer frames and sights but the idea of plastic being in any part that is expected to carry a mechanical load, or be strained repeatedly bothers me greatly.

Although technically there is no functional issue with plastic guide rods unless you shoot a lot really fast.

>>32128467
>>32128473
My writing is a bit rusty, but I am making headway

>>32128530
>>32128792
I haven't replaced the polymer on my 92fs and I haven't had any issues yet.

>>32128816
like I said there is nothing functionally wrong with polymer guide rods. They will probably last a few thousand rounds if not more...
I'm probably biased against plastic because of my every day interaction with it when compared to metal.

>>32128530
>Made it clear I live near Memphis, Tennessee
You probably did, but it was probably waaaaaaay earlier in your story that I forgot about it.
That and it didn't seem to pertinent until now.

>>32128816
>Writing a bit rusty
Happens, but I like the story anyways.

>>32128792
>>32128816
MiningAnon hit the nail on the head. It's a mental thing. I know the polymer is just fine, otherwise Beretta wouldn't sell them that way. I just feel more comfortable knowing I have a steel one. My weapon's autism isn't always a good thing.
>yfw I want to replace the polymer heat shield over the barrel of an M1A with a matching wooden one.
At least I'm not as bad as my father. He's pretty based, but when it comes to pistols, he has to have a fixed barrel. So basically revolvers only... and his Israeli Desert Eagle .50AE.
>yfw he's a /fit/ 70 yo vietnam vet
The guy's a fucking madman, but we drink and watch Clint Eastwood movies when we hangout.

Sorry I didn't post when I said I was going to. Was visiting family back home the past few days. Anyways, part 10 is out

http://pastebin.com/4MH0q20Z

>>32129153
Remove Pooh Bear

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>>32128352
>Child sized...?

>>32127694
As I stood over the sink I realized that my arms were supporting my upper body. Some how I had managed to not crush the edges of the fiberglass sink, nor had my arms flailed wildly.

Yes score one for me. Till I motioned my arm in a fist pumping motion that turned into a rapid spin that almost knocked me over.

okay so I need to stay cool I cant get to excited. I thought to myself.


I turned around to face stubs. She stood there in her riot armor looking at me.

"Umm so about earlier you aren't angry at me right?" I said nervously.

She walked up to me and grabbed a large slender wooden pole that was nearly 4 feet long and swung it at me.
I put my hands up to block the pole, and it impacted my left forearm.

Stubs swung again this time for my left leg.

I side stepped the pole. Which narrowly missed my leg.

"what the hell Stubs are you trying to kill me. I thought we were cool?"

She swung again. This time aiming at my chest.
I caught the pole with my right arm outstretched.

She smiled and said "Good it seems that when you feel threatened you can focus on your movements more."

I sighed " Look Stubs the next time you are going to go all karate kid on me give me a heads up will you."

I received an unexpected jab to my sternum.
It was firm but not bruising.


She laughed and said
" Now we are even."

Starting with a refresher

Damaged Goods Chapter 2 (cont.)

>She has stopped stirring at this point, still facing away

“And I know you have been doing a lot for me this week… so I was thinking, maybe once all of the dust settles from this, we could go out for a private range day?

>She immediately spins to face you, tossing her arms around you, squeezing tight

“I mean, only if you want to of course.” you say, slathering on the sarcasm
>”Yes yes yes yes yes!!” she says as quietly as possible
“It’s a date then… You know, I think this place might fall apart if you weren’t here to help hold it all together.”

>You both stand there in the comfortable silence for a minute

“Oh, and I’m sure I don’t need to remind you, but lets just keep this between us.”

>Still trying, and failing to containing her own excitement, she shakes her head up and down vigorously

“Good, now how about we get this food out there before Ellie starts tearing into Sarah or Sally?
>”Ah, yes, of course, let's get going!”

>Releasing you from her embrace, she starts skipping around the kitchen
>Her jade eyes practically glimmering, she grabs oven pads and the various dishes for the oncoming feast

>Sometimes you forget how happy-go-lucky she can be when she is genuinely excited. Playing mom most of the time hasn’t exactly been easy for her
>It’s such a contrast from when it was just you two…

>”Anon, think you could grab the roast?” she says, still wearing that beautiful warm smile

>>32129872

Damaged Goods Chapter 2 (cont.)

>To say dinner was good would have been a massive understatement
>It was fucking phenomenal
>This seemed to be the consensus, as everyone was too busy gorging themselves to speak
>Anna has always been a great cook but she truly outdid herself this time
>The only thing that would have made this perfect would have been if the seat on your right had been occupied

>”New girl not coming out tonight?” Piped up Sarah
“Not looking like it, she’ll come aro-”
>”Has she even left the workshop since she came here?” interrupted Sally
“Well, no... but-”

>(Now alternating)

>”Why is she still in there?”
>”Is she broken?”
>”She sounds weirrrd.”
>”Maybe she hates Anon.”
>”Or maybe she loves him and his too embar-”

“Enough.” You say a bit harsher than intended

>Most of the table is now staring at you

“...sorry. I know I haven’t been forthcoming about Sophie, but she has been through a lot. It’s just going to take some extra time for her to get used to everything.”

>”What happened to her?” said Ellie through a mouth full of mashed potatoes

“I honestly don’t know… not all guns have had it as easy as you guys though.”

>Katya finally pulls her gaze away from her plate, glaring at you

“...As easy as most of you.”

>”Is she at least coming out tomorrow for range day?” said Julie

“Well, I haven’t mentioned it to her yet, but I’ve never met a gun that hasn’t wanted to go to the range.”

>”I’m sure she will be ecstatic Anon” says the ever so optimistic Anna

“Here's to hoping.” you say, tossing back the rest of your drink

>>32128352
>child sized...?
Average height for a 10 year old girl is 4'6", if you want a baseline.

>>32129887

Damaged Goods Chapter 2 (cont.)

>Making sure to include a bit of everything, you load up a plate and head to the shop
>The sounds Shelly and The Twins arguing about who’s doing dishes in the trailing behind you

“Hey, hope you’re hungry, Anna has really outdone herself this time.”

>Entering the shop, you find Sophie inspecting your “family photo” of you and the other girls on the shelf
>Still clutching her new spring pack in her hands

>Setting the plate down, you meet her at the shelves

>”Are these the others…?” Sophie says softly.
“Ah, yes. This is the only picture I have of us all together. Here, let me show you.”

>Reaching up, you grab the frame and bring it down to eye level for her
>Pointing to each girl:
“There is Julie, Sarah and Sally. Michelle and Katya are the two sitting on the ground in front of everyone, Anna is the tall one right next to me, and Ellie is the one on my shoulders.”

>”...why is she wearing those?” she says confused
“Er, why is who wearing what?”
>”Her.” now pointing to the front row
“Katya? What’s wrong with what she is wearing?”
>Pointing to her feline ears ”Those, why is she wearing those?”
“...Those are her ears.”
>”Are they… real?”
“Of course. She is a Krinkov clone after all.”
>”Krink-ov?” Sophie says overannounciating
“Yeah, she’s an AK pattern rifle… have you never seen one before?”
>”...No...” she says sheepishly
“Oh. Well there is a first time for everything I suppose.”

>”Everyone looks so happy...”
“We were at the shooting range. It’s rare that I can get everyone out at the same time like that, so it was a bit of a special occasion.”
“Speaking of which, I have a range day scheduled tomorrow.”

>>32129907

Damaged Goods Chapter 2 (cont.)

“I’m planning on taking Julie, Sarah, Sally and Ellie… and yourself, if you were feeling up to it.”

>Sophie locks in on you now, her jet black hair bouncing slightly

“I mean, we need to break in these new springs, right?” you say, putting on a wide grin
>”R-right!” a hint of uncertainty in her voice
“Alrighty then, lets get starte- Oh, how could I forget?”

>Walking back to the bench, you grab the plate and fork

“Here, it should still be warm.” you say holding it out in offering

>Sophie's steely eyes practically grow as large as the plate

>“All of this is for me…?” she says in disbelief
“Sure is, you can have as much as you want.”

>Reaching out, she takes the plate from your hands and takes it back to the bench, clumsily holding the fork
>She stares at the food cautiously
“Hmm, don’t you like pork?”
>”I’ve never had this before...”
“Pork?”
>”Human food.”
“Oh…”

>Poking a bit at the succulent meat, she manages to stab a piece and bring it to her mouth
>After a few chews, there is a short pause before she practically attacks the rest of the plate
>Suddenly her statement about never having real food seems a lot more believable. She finished the whole plate in barely over a minute

“Wow, you weren’t kidding, were you?”
>There is a brief silence…
>”T-thank you, Anon…”
“Of course.... You’ll always have a place at my table, Sophia.”
>You think you can make out tears welling up in the corner of her eyes
“So, how about we get those new spring installed, hmm?”

>>32129919
I might be able to wrap of Chapter 2 (Day 2) tonight, but this is all I have at the moment.

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>>32129930
gud shit m8

>>32128530
I don't mind the rain check. This new one has been kinda awkward. I'm hoping the next part does what I need it to. And that won't come until I can work on it tomorrow.

That's if I can leave my new Tikka alone for a while. And pls, I don't warrant being on that list. I'm just a simple wojak tending to my feels.

Anyways, I look forward to Rose returning to be bullied without mercy as it should be for shorter people.

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It had been two days since the incident with the convoy in the mountain range when the crew of Shelby and the other G.I.s received new orders. They are to push farther North into the next major town of Kwal-Li, a town with a large amount of reported NK activity.

"Hey Josey, pass me that magazine." Tony says, reaching out and motioning towards Josey who hands him the magazine in turn.

"Hey Tony, correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't it you who told me to not read that same magazine you read now?" Josey asks, eyeing the magazine in Tony's hands.

"Well I'm not going to sit here for who-knows-how-long without distracting myself somehow. An absent mind is the Devil's workshop." Tony says, smirking as he reads the magazine.

"Well, don't you sound like my mother." Brent pipes up from the driver's seat, watching the road keenly and making sure to keep as centered as possible as Shelby cruises along.

"Well excuse me for utilizing my fre-edom.. of.... re-li-gion." Tony begins to trail off, looking up from the magazine and through his visor as Shelby rounds a tight turn and comes face-to-face with another green tank that's facing towards them, big Russian writing on the front as clear as day.

moar tomorrow, rest for right now.

would any of you read my short story of SAKO giving birth? pls no hate

>>32131354
yes. O_O

>>32131370
this is it so far

The Storm outside has been booming for several hours now. Droplets of water rain down on the old ceramic roof tiles sporadically as the clouds boom overhead. Anon said it would be the heaviest rain this area had in many, many years. You worry for him since he should have been back from work by now but the cell tower got hit by a lightning strike. You can’t use your landline to call him since the power went out a few hours ago, probably just an 18 wheeler knocking out a few telephone poles on the road. Your little one kicking you brings you out of your thoughts, reminding you that you’re already a few days overdue with anon’s child. You rub your belly gently.

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>>32131375
I'm not too sure about telling a story from the perspective on anyone but ANON, who is generally if not always the perspective from which the story is told. Not sure about a Fem anon, but always worth the try if you want, though I can't say I believe the readers would likely be immersed in the experience. To me, immersion is the key, I believe you can get away with just a little bit more in terms of story telling if you can create immersion. I like to think that I create holes in the story where anything I want to put in later on can be added soon after to potentially arc the story suddenly and with lesser exposition, or with complete plausability if I make a good enough exposition. I like to imagine the story is my own life, and tell from first person, with no third person or "omniscience" in the story, maybe in hindsight, like much of the lead up exposition to my newest story will be told, but while hindsight is 20/20, it's not 20/0, so don't leak plot elements you have no way of knowing.

>>32131435
its from perspective of SAKO

>>32131435
duly noted however

>>32131435
Well, says you. I'll happily roll with female pov

>>32131456
merely sharing my own opinion and attempting to make constructive criticism, if you can roll, roll.

>>32131466
I'll try to write more every couple of days see what you guys think of it

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>>32131481
godspeed

>>32131497
should I use that paste bin thing that everyone here seems to use?

>>32131510
there are other services, but I would use pastebin, otherwise archive fag should get it for you for preservation of stories. he's pretty bro-tier.

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>>32128530
i'm just happy i get noticed

Taking a hiatus on Serial-one due to some unfortunate events. However, here's a one-shot.

A /k/ommando is death, but Death is a /k/ommando

The city is well-asleep, the drone of a lone car swept through the empty street drearily illuminated by the glow of sodium lamps.

However, it soon became clear that there was no complete silence in one of the little buildings the line the sidewalk. Ernesto Ronaldo, a gunsmith by trade, is burning the midnight oil so as to finish a job due tomorrow.

A man came in the shop earlier that day, requesting that a set of tritium sights be installed on his Rock Island 1911 .22TCM for a night shooting match on the next day for a hefty sum. Ernesto, knowing that every coin helps keep the little shop afloat a little longer, accepts the deal.

What he thought to be a simple slip-in, slip-out job turned out to be a little challenging as the dovetails on the slide appear to be a tad smaller. A man of detail, he cuts a more proper one using a cutter on the mill.

He was just done with affixing the front sights when he hears something up the door.

>*tap*
>*tap*
>*tap*

It was already late in the night, and in precaution, slips out a Walther P-38 from underneath the desk and hides it behind his back as he drew closer on the door.

Just as he reaches for the knob, the mechanism unlocks itself, sending the door ajar.

A man in a dark cloak stood a few feet taller than him.

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So, i've written more Annie, but i feel somewhat reluctant to post it. What i have written up now seems like a more... end-story stuff. Now i could of course just post what i have here, and then full the space in between with more stories.

But i somehow feels that i want to not post this for as long as i can.

All of this is an elaborate way of saying

>Please give me funny/interesting scenarios or ideas or whatever for my story because what i have now feels a little too much like an ending

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>>32129919
Please come around Sophie...

>>32129930
Will be lurking. I've got to write at some point tonight.

>>32130096
>Tikka
Dat bolt...
Well, you tend to your feels...
The thing about Rose, she dishes shit right back. So, it's sporting to poke the bear.

>>32131629
I love those good ol' muscle cars... I hope I did yours justice.

>>32132169
Well, as long as the ending you've written isn't a bad ending or in the hyperfeels department, I wouldn't mind reading it and then filling in the gaps.
I only want happiness for Anon and Annie, they're best couple.

As for ideas, maybe Annie gets sick (however that would work) and then Anon has to care for her in a reversal of the norm.
Do also keep in mind that you introduced a Chauchat and haven't done anything with her yet. Also the little Makarov Annie liberated.

>>32132169
>Annie reads that one greentext about that one guy who used a 20mm for HD

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>>32132284
well, about the feels... if you read what i wrote about certain things earlier, i'm very much not a fan of feels, i've had my share of that.

And i do know i have some more rifles to play with, but i'm kinda shit at writing characters, so i sort of need an environment for the to interact with. Or just surprise party...
Anyway, thanks for the ideas, i'll look into it

>>32129930
Going to call that she was a gun used by a crime syndicate and they covered the sights so she couldnt seethe victims or the perps.

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>>32132169
I wouldn't oppose an ending, as long as you would continue writing.

>>32132305
I gotchu senpai

>>32132169
Spop hunt.
They find what they think is a skin walker but it is just a shape shifter who enjoys scaring the shit out of campers.

>>32132319
I can give more detailed ideas, this is just what I wrote when I woke up.

>>32132329
Annie's got a rival, somewhere...

>>32132379
Yes the pike missile launcher... thing is pretty much ment for anti mayerial use..

>>32132374
sure, hit me. I need ideas to write after all

I kinda cant just cant write unless i have a carrot or something. So please, ideas

>>32132401
Do NOT get me started on missile launchers!

Maybe an Anzio?

>>32132169
It would be interesting if you fliped the tables AT annie goes into rescue guns. Ends up rescuing a poor man who is being abused by his really expensive match grade rifles.

>>32132413
Pike is pretty stupid DESU.
The charge is to small to take out armored vehicles, and there are better anti personal thermobarics out there for a much lower price.

>>32118288
>>32118320
>what thumbhole stock panties look like
You could also try this but instead of a Magpull CTR stock, it's more enfocused for thumbhole stocks...
>https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/239927155780222976/250727537225891840/scan0016.png

>>32119529
>ywn undress a surplus G3A3

>>32132430
Was expecting a link to see gun stocks... well my boner is engaged.

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>>32120249
Yes, yes he is. The eternal Pinochet strikes again.

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>>32132169
Annie organizes an inter household raifu olympics. Geists compete against each other in regular household tasks. Cheating, shenanigans, and banter run wild.
>probably not the best idea, but it's all I could come up with at work

>>32132448
Oh also source.

>>32132430
So pretty much crotchless panties.

>>32130802
And this is how the military began it descent into being an army of weebs.

Anyway, can't wait.

>>32131510
Just upload it in a pastebin and post the link

>>32131510
Made my own account, uploaded the fics there, and then release them here. Seems to put less stress on the archivers, as they don't have to do much, other than make sure my name and link to the paste is up with the new thread.

>>32132458
Aks are for head pats , and hugs only...

>>32132458
Kekkan Gun
>>32132476
Yes. Crotchless or asslesd in certain parts... I could see the fluffy tail poking out of holes

>>32132497
I can see SVD being that lewd, despite her cool and serious demeanor

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>>32132496
>AKs are for hesdpats and hugs only
>
The third world would like a word with you...

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>>32132503
>SVD is usually calm and collective
>until "that season" comes around

>>32131984
Ernesto's grip on the handgun tightens.

He is now worried on what this figure is up to.

>"Come on Ernesto, you don't greet guests with a gun behind your back. Let's cut the chase. It's now your time."

>Who are you?

>"I am Death, and I have come to escort you. You are the last person I am to take in this night."

>No, I can't die yet! I still have a life ahead of me! I have a massive backlog in the gun shop, orders to fulfill!
The man pleads.

>"Sorry, but your name is clearly on the list. Can't change anything, Ernesto."

The figure then appears to extend an arm. The long draping sleeves eventually retract, revealing the tips of gloved fingers.

Ernesto's eyes light up as he sees a familiar design.

>Are t...those Mechanix gloves?

>"Yes, I like them for my line of work. Doesn't spook people like you as much than if they were just my cold,bony fingers."

Being presented with a hand to take, Ernesto began to think for a bargain.

>Uh...being my last few hours here, can I have a final request?

>Can I offer you a chance to browse our inventory?

The tall figure appears to ponder, looking on what appears to be a Casio F-91W before bobbing it's head in agreement.

>"Still got time, and you're the last one for the night. Go ahead, I would like to check out the new ARES SCRs you have. Nice Walther too, good taste in milsurp."

The guest wanders off to the walk-in safe, browsing through the first row of guns before picking out to inspect a locally-made 5.56 AK clone.

His problem now distracted and delayed, Ernesto immediately sets off to tap the little object in the slot on the slide with a rubber-faced hammer. At least he finishes one last job before he goes.

He then opens a rifle safe, taking out most of the rifles and shotguns out to form a little tepee-like structure in the middle of the shop. A handwritten note is then shishkebabed through the bayonet of his beloved Springfield 1903 as a final touch.

>>32132506
Im not in the third world though. I live in america headpats hugs. And snuggle pouncing only.

On a side note what is really interisting is ehen you dissect most of the stories on WFG they are about finding love snd acceptance....

>>32132503
iirc ptrfag likes svd
>noncanon ptr/svd y/u/ri when?

>>32132552
>they are about finding love snd acceptance
Of course, alot of people ITT are stuck with problems and feels they want to escape from.

>>32129550
Suddenly a brilliant idea flashed in my head.

I said. "Hey Stubs can you paint my right arm red and put the Diamond dogs logo on it?"

She looked at me in confusion.
"You mean the David Bowie album?"

I sighed, of course she wouldnt know metal gear.
I walked over to my work bench where all my patches were kept in a box.

"Hey Stubs can you open this box?"

I said as i motioned her over with my shoulders.

"Alright anon " she said as she walked over.

She took off the protective gloves and helmet, and sat them down on the table.

She opened the box and was greeted by the horde of patches.

I had every thing from Awoo to zombie response team.

Stubs looked at me and said.
"What are these?"

"Patches and in here there should be one shaped like a diamond with a dog on it." I replied.

Stubs quickly searched through the pile pulling out a few war hammer 40k ones.

She eventually came across the patch i wanted.
It was the MGSV diamond dogs patch.

"Is this the patch you wanted?"

I merley smiled and nodded in response.

Then i said
"Look if you can get that logo on the prosthetic arms that would be sweet."

She looked at me and said.

"So what is this from?"

>>32132550
>Alright, I'm ready to go! Can I atleast take a handgun with me? Just the Desert Eagle?

There seemed to be no response from the walk-in safe.

Being both curious and somwhat worried, Ernesto heads inside.

>Hello? You still here? Need help?

Rows and rows of gun racks he passed, until he comes across the ghoul on the 5th one.

>"This is what I came for. I need it."

He stared on at the ARES SCR, the only one that made it to your inventory. In moment's notice, he takes it off the rack, inspects it, and pulls back on the charging handle to check if it is clear. The rifle then ends up being slung on his back.

>Free of charge, just for my last customer.
Ernesto quips as Death adjusts the sling for his comfort.

>"Alright, let's go, shall we?"

Ernesto holds on the good old Mechanix gloves, and in a flash, his body goes limp on the floor.

"lel 5.56 sux"
The police officer is baffled at what appear to be a note left on one of the guns at the scene of the crime.

>>32116931
Nobody binned my stuff either, it happens.

>>32132744
>do i need to put a disclaimer on the sticky too?

but seriously what you writed?
maybe is alredy binned and on the sticky for next thread

>>32132403
It'll be a while before I can come up with anything good, I'm a tad bit busy today.

>>32132506
but it's the SECOND world that gets AK's pumped through them like isis cum through goats, donkeys, and sheep.

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>>32132711
>Diamond dogs
I was waiting for this to happen.

>>32133446
You know it, im trying to make this story as representative of k memes in general.

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>>32132444
Nice trips, but unfortunately, PTR91 is as close as us poorfags can get.

>>32132577
That'd be nice, wouldn't it?

>>32132711
"Okay to keep it short its from a game series called metal gear if you want to know more play the games."
I said knowing i could never describe the perfect mixture of insanity, delusion, and sheer genius that is Metal Gear.

"Okay anon, i can proabbably get the arm cover made in 2 days."

Stubs said as she examined the patch.

>>32132896
Some loosely connected c96 stuff from forever ago. It's no big deal, these threads move pretty fast and there's a lot of material coming through.

>>32134049
dude is on the anon folder

>>32134338
I meant the first few parts, from much longer ago.

>>32133984
I was sufficiently stoked at this development, and let out a short "yeah man."
In response.
Stubs Sniffed the air anf said
"Also to you are going to need to take a bath. Its been a while."

I was about to counter her argument but then i realized that i had been extensivly hospitalized and was proabbably just sponge bathed the bare minimum of times needed to keep me from smelling too bad.
To put it simply , i was pretty gross.
"Please tell me you have a machine that can bathe me so I dont kill my self with these prosthetic arms." I said pleadingly.

Stubs responded " of course i have a solution for this."
As she led me deeper into the work room. Into a new area that she had built.

"Damn every time i come back I swear you add twenty thousand square feet to this house." I stated.

Stubs stoped and made some quick calculations.
"Well it would be closer to a few million square feet since your hospitalization.
Anyway here is the room."

She had led me to a door labled showers.

I grined and said "I'm not to sure i trust a German leading me to the showers."

Stubs tried her best to not respond to my incendiary comment and instead said.

"I have a bucket and a sponge along with soap. "

She seemed a little flustered as she opened the door.

As i steped in i saw rows of simple stall showers with simple privacy curtains. There was an extra large stall at tge end.

Stubs said
"the large one at the end is the one we will be using."

As i walked into the stall i saw 2 simple wooden stools, a bottle of liquid body soap, a bucket , a sponge and a towel.

Stubs had removed the riot armor she was wearing during my physical thearpy and revealed that she was wearing her old combat uniform underneath.

I looked at her and said
"Okay how does this work?"

Her face grew red, and she said
"Well im going to have to undress you and then yoy will sit down on the stool and i will fill the bucket with warm soapy water and wipe you down.."

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>>32134804
>"Well im going to have to undress you and then yoy will sit down on the stool and i will fill the bucket with warm soapy water and wipe you down.."

>>32123156

>You turn the key to the front door and open it as you've done so many times the past few months.
>It's been a daily routine for so long, that you couldn't imagine how hard it would be to stop when it's time to.
>There's nothing bothersome about it.
>You love your brother, and would do anything to make sure he is comfortable.
>Even if he isn't much of a talker these days.
>The living room furniture is starting to get dusty, a testament to how long it has been since they were used by anyone.
>It'll have to be cleaned sometime when you have a day off from work.
>For now, you'll just have to worry about checking up on Anon.
>You remove your winter coat and set it on the rack.
>As you make your way up the stairs, you look through all the framed photographs hung on the wall.
>Some are of the family get togethers, and one in particular catches your eye.
>It often does, it was one of your favorite days.
>The last July 4th party.
>Anon had hosted it here in his home.
>He had to have someone else bring the food, because at that time, he was slowly losing fine motorskills.
>But he insisted that everyone come here for it.
>He wanted everyone to see him as himself one last time.
>The doctors said he didn't have much time with the rate the disease was progressing.
>After everyone ate, he prodded you into shooting his little backyard gun one last time.
>You were hesitant, but he wanted to share his favorite hobby one last time.
>He loved the gun so much.
>You could tell by the way he would talk about it so often.
>The way he held it as he took you out back.
>And admittedly, it was fun to you, too.
>You didn't do so great, but Anon had such a proud look.
>He must have felt pretty special teaching someone to shoot a gun.
>If only he had more time, you would have loved to do it again.

>>32135013

>A couple months later, he was unresponsive.
>It happened so fast, and it shocked the whole family.
>Even your cousins dropped everything when they heard the news and flew out to visit.
>It was pitiful, seeing him waste away even faster than before.
>The IVs feeding him could only do so much to prevent starvation, and slowly, his body whithered.
>You took it upon yourself to visit everyday to make sure he was doing okay.
>Dad didn't want you to be the one to find him when he finally passed, but you were firm on it.
>The hardest part was watching him turn from an already skinny man to a pale figure resembling a corpse aside from the occassional breath.
>You shake the thought from your head and start back up the stairs.
>Reaching the door, you mentally prepare yourself for the sight.
>Fruitless as it may be, you knock on the door and call out.
"Anon, it's me. I'm coming in, okay?"
>No response.
>You open the door and step inside.
>Immediately there is something very wrong.
>Anon is gone.
>His bed is bare aside from the clutter of hospice machinery meant to monitor his condition and the IV stands that fed him.
>In the pile of rustled blankets is a notebook.
>You recognize it as Anon's journal that he kept, which you have read on a visit after he went comatose.
>The first few pages were readable, but as the entries went on, they become incoherent.
>Only one line at the end of each entry could be made out, and even then only barely.
>And most of the legible parts seemed to be ravings about the hallucinations he was having.
>It hurt to read, knowing that he was slowly losing his mind.

>>32135018

>But there's a new entry where there wasn't one before.
>You snatch it up and try to read it, but it's just a bunch of scribbles.
>At the bottom, only legible after a minute of piecing together what letter the scribbles represented, you made out what it said.
>"We going shooting."
>Your eyes snap wide open.
>He shouldn't have been able to even move, let alone write this.
>You check the corner where Anon left his rifle before he became unresponsive.
>It was gone.
>The panic sets in and you race out the room and down the stairs.
>You run out the back door into the freezing cold.
>He's there, sitting at his bench.
>Unmoving in the slightest.
>His hand on his rifle, which is laying down next to his head.
>You walk beside him and check.
>If only just to make sure.
>As you pull out your phone to call your parents, you notice the paper target about seventy feet away.
>Even in the condition he was in, he was a better shot than you could ever hope to be.
>There's one thought that lets you have comfort in this.
>At least he was smiling in the end.

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>>32135022

Sleepless

>>32134804
After hearing that proposition i froze like a deer in headlights.
"Umm ahhh is there any other way to do this , im sure i can turn on the shower and wash myself."
I said as i attempted to turn the water on.
Instead i punched a hole through the wall.


Stubs looked at me and said.
"Well gun owners clean their guns. I dont see why a gun can't clean its owner."

Her logic was sound i could not argue against it.

"Okay just dont try to do anything funny to me alright." I said nervously.

She walked over and sat me down so she could take my shirt off.

This was a uniquely odd and awkward experiance

"Okay now i need you to stand up."
Stubs said with surprising authority.

I immediately complied with her commands.

I felt her hands pop the button and pull down the zipper.
This was so embarrassing if this is what rifles felt every time some one cleaned them I will never clean another rifle again.
I felt exposed and vulnerable.

My pants hit the ground.

The button must have hit the tilled floor as there was a slight metalic clang.

All that was left was my underware.
I shifted back and forth un easily as stubs put her hands at the top of the waist band and pulled down slowly

Before i knew it i was naked.

"Can you step away from your underware." Stubs said softly.

I quickly complied , and steped to the left and sat down on the stool. Stubs gathered my clothes and neatly folded them.
Then she filled the bucket with warm water.

I felt increasingly nervous as she filled the bucket, i could hear the water sloshing around.

One the bucket was full she sat behind me and put the sponge in the water and then poured some of the liquid body wash on the sponge.

She ten ran the sponge across my shoulder. I could feel the beads of water and soap roll down my back.

I could also feel a slight brush of her skin against my back.

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>>32135022
This was great! You hit a perfect "blue" note. It's comfy and tragic at the same time. I have a bereft feel to attend to, now.

>>32135411
Thank you. I wasn't too happy with the diary section, but the end felt like it came out nice enough. I look forward to the next bit of Light My Fire.

>>32135132
She could see every scratch and scar as she ran the sponge along my back.

She could see my loss of musscle tone and definition i lost from my lengthy stay in the hospital.

Every little imperfection was there for her eyes to see.

As she brought the sponge lower she paused. Her eyes transfixed on the texture diffrence between my lower and uper back.

"Whats with your skin anon? It's diffrent on your lower back."

I responded slowly trying to imagine myself in a less awkward position.

"When i was younger one of my friends had a longboard. Anyway we had the bright idea to go street luging on it.
I went first. The hill was proabbably only 400 feet high, i went into the left turn to sharpley and fell off. Most of the skin on my liwer back was gone. Luckily they found a matching skin graft, the only diffrence is its texture other wise its identical to my skin visually."

Stubs sighed ,
"Anon are you always trying to get your self killed?"

I self consciously answered
"No."

Stubs muttered
"If you keep this up ever part of you is going to be replaced."

She continued wiping my back down with the soappy sponge.

She dipped it in the bucket and then squeezed out the water rubbing the soap suds off my back.

I could feel the layers of grime being wiped away.
My skin felt new and fresh , i could feel the water evaporating off my back leaving a slight chill.

Stubs once again dunked the sponge in the bucket and started wiping down the left side of my chest.

I felt distinctly aware of the fact that she was now slightly closer to me.

I tried thinking of things far removed from this awkward situation taxes and over due libary books.

She once again rung out the sponge and wiped the suds away from from my skin.

When she finished that side she dunked the sponge once more into the water and started wiping the opposite dide of my chest.
Her index finger accidentally grazzed my right pectoral muscle.

>>32135899
Once she had applied a sufficient amount of soap she rung out the sponge and started to wipe away the suds.

She pressed a little more forcefully this time.

My breathing picked up ever so much.
As she wiped away the last suds she put a towel on my lap.

"Okay anon turn around slowly." She said.

I obliged and followed her instructions.

I accidentally looked her in the eyes and immediately averted them by looking down.

Stubs slowly said "Is something wrong anon?"

I slowly said
"i lost a lot of my musscle tone in the hospital, when you move the sponge i can feel the areas that atrophied and became fat. It took me 3 long years of back breaking labor to get that fit. Its all down the tube now."

Seeing my disapointment Stubs said
"Hey dont worry about it we can work out together."

While she was talking she slowly rubbed the sponge on my chest.

I tearfully said, "what happens if i lose my job i have been out for so long. my contract only provides for a month work of sick time after that I get terminated at my bosses discretion he doesnt even have to contact me. Im worthless without a job.."

Stubs froze and said
"Anon you are never worth less, no matter what happens to you I will always stay with you."

>>32126231
Thanks. I really appreciate it, since this was a scene I'd been struggling with.

>hey there stalker, you look like your new here, why dont you read here near the fire about the stories of a fellow stalker?

>as of this post all of shep's stuff is up to date
http://pastebin.com/zTWiNURJ

>>32135452
I decided to read it while "working." I prefer the style of the second half. Great story all round, though.
>I look forward to the next bit of Light My Fire.
I have got to get to writing it. I've been writing other sections and scenes in it that may or may not be deleted.

>>32137231
bloopers when

>>32129153
Fuck, I'm always late to these things. Thank you once again!

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>>32137217
Thanks as always!

Part 14 and 15 links are the same, though.

>>32135022
Holy shit that was a ride. Really good there my dude.

>>32137440
Thanks. I was trying to put a whole lot of different things into this little story. I need to stop reading up on rare and crazy diseases.

>>32137261
Well, I love that idea. It sounds like fun, but if I do a blooper reel, it'll be after the ending so as not to disrupt the flow and natural progression of the story.

>tfw I'm writing the fabled super secret interaction between Rose and Kashka right now.
I've got an idea of exactly how I want it go...
>yfw when I really should have the two walk the dinosaur, but I won't do y'all that way.
>mfw I thought about making that my story's ending as one giant troll, but I won't do that because I'd rather make a good story than enjoy a cheap laugh

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>>32130802

"Lo-load-LOAD A-P RIGHT FUCKING NOW!" Tony starts, squeak turning into yell as fear turns to anger. Josey jumps at hearing his commander so angry, but soon grabs a shell and shoves it into the breech, accidentally scraping one of his fingers as he does so.

The T-34 backs up for a second, pulls forward, and generally acts confused or stunned as the Patton struggles to become organized.

Brent stares out of his visor, bile in his stomach rising and sweat immediately beading along his brow accompanied by his skin growing a ghastly pale.

"WALLACE SHOOT FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" Tony screams, giving a stern, involuntary kick to Wallace's back. The gunner finally fires, the ninety screeches as a shell leaves the barrel and connects between the hull and the turret.

A big fireball rolls off the tank and a large burn mark takes it's spot over some of the Russian writing and over a good deal of the green paint. The magazine Tony had been holding the entire ordeal slides out of his hand, his mouth drops with his stomach, and his face relaxes.

"You loaded fucking H-E." Tony says in an exasperated tone, realizing that Josey didn't load A-P, probably hyped up in a fit of panic.

/k/, I am writing a novel. It may or may not wind up retarded. I have two questions:

1. How effective would a sawn off German P1 pistol be as a concealed carry piece? (See http://m.imgur.com/yITqR5C)

2. If one was teaching a 13 year old girl to shoot for the first time, would an M1 carbine be a good gun to do so with? Or would, say, a 10/22 be better?

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>>32137844
Shit got intense fast

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>>32137799
DO IT

>>32137892
>How effective would a sawn off German P1 pistol be as a concealed carry piece?
Pretty effective. If I recall, the P38k were chopped down P4s that had a smaller frame than the P1 and used an aluminum frame.
> If one was teaching a 13 year old girl to shoot for the first time, would an M1 carbine be a good gun to do so with? Or would, say, a 10/22 be better?
10/22 is always the introductory firearms for children due to the cheapness and availability of ammunition, low sound, and lack of recoil.

Title:corp boy

I puked for what must have been the tenth time in a row into the faded green plastic sink, underneth the harsh blue LED lighting.

>>"Fucking shit"

Withdrawal is a bitch. It isnt easy when you grow up on a cocktail that is a combination of the latest and gretest 5th generation SSRI and the demons seed of stimulants that are known on the streets as drive.

Aw god not again, the convolusion started at the diagaphram, and worked its way up to my chest.

Green always green with white chunks..
I never eat anything green or any white chunky foods but there it is infront of me.

>>"What ever diety there is pease kill me now."

"Sorry bud that aint happening." I heard Steves voice say.
He continued
" No rest for the wicked."
He handed me an auto injector that contained the sweet sweet mind altering substances i needed to fuction.

I took the auto injector and slamed it into my leg.

I felt the needle penetrate my flesh.
Almost immediately my mind was at ease and i felt better.
The drugs didnt work that fast but the momentary placebo effect was wellcomed.

>>32138000
I defy your trips!

New write fag here? Currently writing two stories, one slightly /k/ and /v/ related, and another not /k/ related at all. Anyone interested? I'd love to share the slightly /k/ related one, and maybe the other if anyones interested

>>32138434
I would keep it as /k/ related as possible.

>>32138530
First story is set in the Elite: Dangerous universe. Kind of /k/ related in the sense of pew pew explody space lasers and shit

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>>32137844

"This is your fault, fuck-face." Tony says, knowing this is it, this is where they die; halfway across the world in some Asian-shithole country.

The T-34's turret inches left and then right before finally....

BOOM.

A loud smashing noise rattles Shelby and her crew, causing two of the crew members to emit screams, but ultimately results in nothing more. Everybody in Shelby blink quickly as they all realize that the tank wasn't on fire and they were all fine.

"Josey, Josey load the fucking A-P RIGHT GOD-DAMNED NOW!" Tony's voice rises from a rushed talk to a roar very quickly. The loader grabs an A-P shell, making sure it IS and A-P shell, and quickly loads it into the breech. Wallace doesn't hesitate firing, cross-hair on the exact same spot as before.

The T-34 rolls backwards, trying to escape or throw off the M-47's aim, but the A-P shell still finds it's mark even with the movement of the NK tank.

The tank shudders, continuing to roll backwards as flames spew out the barrel of the Russian-built coffin, the hatch on top closed, completely sealing the crew inside. As smoke and more flame spew out the barrel, the crew of the Shelby all watch the slow demise of the NK crew.

Finally, the main ammo in the T-34 cooks off, causing the turret to fly ten feet in the air before coming down, bouncing off the hull, and then rolling off the side of the road.

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>>32138632
Phew, tense

>>32138060
Hm. Worth noting it (P1) would be carried by same 13 year old. Also, I felt M1 would be neater. But I'll change to 10/22. Thanks!

>>32138632
So is this a m-47 patton or a m-46 patton because you keep showing pictures of both.

>>32139224
Continuity remains only in the story, the picture is just to help visualize. Hell, the T-34 pictures is a 70-MM model instead of the 85-MM model which was popular in Korea and is also the version that I pictured while writing.

M-47, my friend, Shelby is an M-47.

>>32139364
Yeah, that last T-34 is a T-34-76 model 1940, with the F-34 76mm gun.

Can't say what plant though, my autism isn't that strong. Someone else might know though.

>>32138174

Feeling my nausea ease, I got away from the sink and threw the Auto injector to the ground. It was no longer the sacred relic of salvation, it was another pile of plastic and metal.

>> "What does the corporation want us to do today Steve, I swear to god if they have us fucking raid Black water again I am fucking quitting. That shit isn't worth the money."

Steve grinned at me with his toothy devil may care fuck face smile.

"nahh we have to deal with some local thugs apparently they Iced a delivery of fentanyl and other goodies."

>> "What gang is it? Probably the Yellow heads right?"
I said with almost absolute confidence, those fuckers have been getting awfully rowdy of lately, recently they shot a club I was at, I was really getting to enjoy the company of a certain women until they interfered.

Steve shook his head in agreement.

>> "okay those fuckers fucked up my time off last week so I have no reservations fucking them up."

I walked over to the armory door and opened the door after pushing my thumb against the fingerprint scanner.

I walked into the narrow armory. Ah there is the weapon I wanted it was an 84mm Carl Gustave , and the corresponding thermobaric round.

This mission was going to be loud messy and most of all not covert.

>> "Should we fly the company colors?"

I said this as I pulled out the second weapon a CBJ submachine gun. This little fucker was nasty she fired a 6.8mm round but it was a tungsten flechette that was actually 2mm in diameter.

The round itself weighed in at 40 grains and let the barrel at around 3800 feet per second. The tungsten was actually softened in the middle so the rounds would have a tendency to curve after entering the target.

"Yep we are flying company colors. They also want us wearing full gear."

>> "God damn that is such a pain in the ass, that stupid freaking helmet is the worst thing in the world."

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>tfw I'm writing the fabled super secret interaction between Rose and Kashka right now.
Plz tell us how far ur going take this

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Hey guys, I let my love of aviation get to me.

Realistic Aviation Stories:
>>32140025

Hope it's alright if I post this here. (:^/

>>32137799
Make it...lewd.

>>32140083
Not sure I would make a thread separate from /wfg/ for that.

>>32140143
In hindsight I realize I've just wasted time. Shit, I'll just let it die.

Whatevs.

Next Shelby part will be up tomorrow, just keep in mind that the action isn't over quite yet!

>>32137799
>potential lewding of m1 carbine and wasr10
wew lad

>>32140902
Maybe there's a need for a red board thread where lewds can be posted openly...

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>>32140066
>Plz tell us how far ur going take this

I mean, just consider Rose's backstory for a minute

She had to sit in the corner and watch the man she loved fuck his wife for 60 years like some sort of weird reverse-cuck. That's going to create some odd frustration and perversions in the most stoic of waffengeists.