/wfg/ - Writefag General - Cold War Gone Hot Edition

>>32176242
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)
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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ak 4OR
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 comfort
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

SA80anon
http://pastebin.com/u/SA80non

Mining anon
http://pastebin.com/qUTkH2Gd

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

>>32176264
Rugerfag
http://pastebin.com/1nQfxkVN

Destination Kurdistan
http://pastebin.com/tH0jaXPK

Super Panther Anon
http://pastebin.com/4thHghmC

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

Realfag
http://pastebin.com/5ndtABaC

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

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

Old Thread: >>32149194

First to land in dropzone, unfortunately the Buford landed on it's turret.

Oh well.

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i've stopped being a lazy faggot and i'll have some stuff for you guys later tonight

>>32176637
>reality
>FAA
Yeah that's about right.

>>32176637
We have the disused airframe of an World War Two-vintage L-4 Grasshopper sitting in the open in the rain.

What if its 'geist turns out to be forever stuck re-enrolling so as to disguise herself as a student?

>>32176818
>give grashopper LS engine
>coat it in heat shrink
>now fly

but yeah, that might work too

>>32176832
>she has to enroll only one subject per semester so as to prolong her stay in the school
>the airframe always ends up being used as babby's first covering job that looks like shit
>she would never wear her old observer's uniform, but all the memories of wartime carnage are still there

We still have the original engine (Lycoming?) but it looks like it has seen better days, lacking several parts and corroded as fuck.

>>32176832
Would be interesting to see how that gets balanced out, unless an LS is really light. Gotta deal with the water cooling, too.

Hoping to have enough chapter 3 finished to warrant posting tonight.

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you know the drill by know ill tell wtih links whats new and what got updated with link

>inb4 archive name

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>get your garlic ready

>Vampirefag is up todate
http://pastebin.com/1nQfxkVN

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>>32179040
Polybus a best
Thanks mate

>>32179040
Well this is interesting.

As Stubs wiped the last of the soap suds off my chest with the wet sponge. She said.

"Okay anon ill help you get your clothes on."

While some might be imagining this as a sexually tense moment from my view it was more of a pathetic moment.

My extensive facial scars combined with the ones on my chest along with the loss of muscle mass had taken a serious toll on my bodies appearance.

If anything it resembled an elderly person with a disability being assisted by a nurse.

After Stubs helped me put on my underwear, pants and shirt she looked at me and said.

" Don't worry as long as I am here I will help you along the way.'

I looked at her as I sat back down on the chair with my eyes a little teary.
"Thanks for the help I really appreciate it."

She then patted me on the remaining bits of my hair and said
"Anon this is what you do for people you care about."

With that said we both walked out of the shower stall and into the work room once more.

The next 3 weeks followed a roughly similar routine. The only difference was the progress I made towards my recovery.

Through it all stubs maintained her self as a constant presence, at my side at all times. When ever I needed help she was there to assist me.

At the beginning of the third week I was skilled enough to dress and wash myself without injury through the over application of force.

>>32179979

My alarm clock went off, I lazily rolled over and pressed the snooze button.

I looked at the red LED display it showed that it was 8:00 AM.

I dragged my weary ass out of bed and threw on some blue jeans and a white t shirt and a flannel shirt.

As I walked down the hall way and into the kitchen I saw Ray once again at the top of the fridge, her tail swished back and forth.

"If you jump on me you are going to have a bad time, its a little early for shenanigans."

Her ears folded down, and she whined.
"But anon its how I say good morning. How else can I greet you?"

As I pulled out the cereal I wearily responded.

"I don't know normally? Something like a hug or a hello would do."

Before I knew it there was a heavy impact on my back and I felt two tiny arms wrapped around my neck.

I sighed exasperated by her persistence.

" Didn't I tell you not to do that?"

She quickly responded
"Well you said I could hug you.."

She was right with that part I never specified how the hug had to be performed.

I sighed and said

"I guess you are right I should have been more specific. Any way can you get off my back I need to sit down to eat my cereal."

I felt her grip loosen on my neck and barely heard her feet hit the ground.

She then ran around the table and sat on the chair directly opposite of me.

"Any way anon the Rifles are taking us pistols out on a camping trip do you want to come."

She said this with all the cuteness she could muster, there was no way I could say no to her.

I replied " Alright I guess I will go."

She jumped excitedly and said
"Great now I can show all the other pistols I know anon."
Her tail swished back and forth so rapidly it threatened to take flight.

"Geeze I don't see what the big deal is about me I'm just a burnt thing of toast."
I said somewhat seriously.

She looked at my face and said. "Well you might be a burnt piece of burnt toast but I like my toast burnt besides. You look cool with those metal arms."

>>32180292
What's your bin?

>>32180736
http://pastebin.com/3VPiXt88

>>32180736
I manage it

Bumping with two old, unfinished bins

http://pastebin.com/1EcjNv0e :Doomguy who was supposed to come back and fucking finish this.

AND

http://pastebin.com/HLu19bQJ : C8, by c9 anon

gonna keep posting old stories randomly.

http://pastebin.com/9eM2fwqK : Remington romance, the original feels story

>>32181065
>the original feels story

that would be the one where anon carries his rifle away to the afterlife. Not that that is ever going to be found again

>>32176242
>I wake up on a small bench in front of house and I have no idea how I got here. Sun is up and it’s warm, but I don’t know what time it is. Only thing I know, my legs hurt, my back hurts, I’ve got a splitting headache and I can barely move around.
>I look around and I can't recognize anything. It's an old house, with a nice little garden in the front. Doesn't seem to be expensive, but it looks cozy.
>How the hell did I end up here? I go inside the house to have a look around. The guy living here must be really old. Everything is worn and there's a bunch of dusty pictures on the wall.
>One of them is of an officer dressed in uniform and when I see it I have a flashback. I think last night I was dressed like that too, officer’s uniform, high leather boots and all – and everyone was dressed in 40’s clothing too. I think it was some kind of a theme party. I was there with a couple of my friends and her, my love.
>Yeah, I remember that well, she was wearing a beautiful long dress and she was looking incredible. I… I think I might have proposed to her last night…damn…
>From the window I see a train station not far and then it hits me – me my friend and a bunch of other guys were supposed to take a train to somewhere, somewhere far. Crap I must’ve gotten drunk with the guys, I passed out, lost my way and ended up here, in someone’s house.
>Gotta get my head straight, better make some coffee, that will clear my mind. I look around for a pot and set the water to boil on the gas stove. Just as I get ready to put the coffee in, the rear door of the house opens up. It’s a smiling young woman holding a little girl by the hand. For some reason, the woman looks a lot like my girl…my fiancée. The little girl runs up to me, takes the can from my hand and says:
>“Oh, Grandpa, you know you’re not allowed to drink coffee…”

>>32181091
what thread was that in? likely before poly or i were around. he may have a cap somewhere.

>>32181115
that was easily back in /ak/

>>32181158
oh christ. i don't want to go through that shit again. was it under a namefag?

>>32181091
That's not ATannies story is it, I thought he wrote a story like that?

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>>32181622
>ATannie

fuck yes, that was the one. Never thought i'd see it again. That's some good shit

>>32180292
I looked at Ray and said
"A little to brutal don't you think. I'm still getting used to being a fry face."

Ray looked at me with those cat like eyes and said
"But anon every badass has to have cool scars."

I was mildly surprised to hear the words badass come out of her mouth..

" Me a badass yeah right. I mean the arms might add to the look but dear god. You need to stop reading so many comic books their rotting your brain. Any way where will we be meeting up for the camp trip."

She looked at me with her mischievous smile and said
" We will be meeting by the parking garage at 1pm. Remember to bring your gear."

She ran off with out giving me a chance to ask any more questions. That's a tactic I really need to try sometime.

As I finished my cereal in silence, I ran over a mental checklist of things I would need to bring.

Okay so my light weight two person tent, along with my sleeping bag and pad. Some food , the emergency med kit, and my water filter and a canteen. That should all fit easily on my army surplus A.L.I.C.E pack.

I slowly walked back to my room. Upon arriving I threw on my old hiking clothes, a well worn pair of Red Wing Ramsey 8inch boots with some nice poly cotton socks. For my pants I wore an old pair of Car harts work pants made out of canvas, and for my upper I wore a Merino wool upper that was a form fitting under layer. Over that I had a thin poly cotton t shirt. Over that I wore a surplus M65 field jacket with out the inserts.

Overall I was well prepared for a brisk fall hike.

Next was the A.L.I.C.E frame which I loaded up with all the necessary gear to ensure I would have a good trip.

>>32181685
if it isn't in the bin i will get on his ass to post it again. Likely he still has it somewhere.

speaking of future war 1980x anyone know where i can find an hd download of it..
I'm sick of watching blurry 320p video.

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it's time guys

The morning after, you are awoken by a very irritating beeping sound. The sound of a phone. As you attempt to reach it, Lily grips you tighter and moans


>Don’t goooo….
“I’m not going anywhere, i just need my cell”


Due to Lily struggling, you missed the call, And have to listen to voicemail instead. It was from Natalya, claiming she has new information about what happened to the Depot after the attack, and wants you to head out to the tanks. Turns out, Lily is a bit of a lightweight and has no intention of leaving the bed. It hurts a little unwrapping yourself from Lily’s grip, because she really wants to hold onto you, making sure you lie with her in bed all day. You tuck her in again, making sure she has some water within an arm's reach, and then grab a PW meal en route to the tanks.


The IS-3 is standing just where it has been for a few days now, but the hatches are all opened, and there is muffled noises coming from inside. You bang on the hemispherical turret a few times


“Natalya?”


There noises from inside stops and Natalya pokes her head out of the commanders hatch. There is a hint of dirt and grease on her face and her hair is tied up in a bun on the back of her head. She looks suspiciously happy


¤Hello Anon!
“Hey there. I got your message earlier”
¤Yes, i have gotten in contact with the depot.
“What happened after we left?”


Natalya looks around, not entirely satisfied with the amount of people around the two of you


¤ Could you come up here?


You begin to climb up. Crawling up on a tank is never a dignified process, even if the low profile of the IS-3 helps a little. It’s still a lot easier than to get up on the Jagdtiger, but still doesn’t look very graceful. Natalya sits on the edge of the loaders hatch, and pats a little spot next to her, invitingly

>>32182221
¤ Now, so i got some really strange messages last night, and i had to… wait, where is Lily, she is always around you?
“She’s in bed still”
¤ ...okay. Anyway, i didn’t think anyone still transmitted messages in morse code, but it is done apparently. I think it was from the depot so it least someone must have survived the attack
“Considering what went down last time, i don’t think we are welcome there anymore”
¤ Maybe we cannot wait for an invitation, there is a ...meeting that has to take place. I think the feasibility of the project has to be looked further into. And If it might work, what the man there think of it matters little.


What Natalya says is most likely right, even if she puts it in a blunt way


“So we have to go back there again?”
¤ I’m sure that the prototype will still be unfinished, but most issues should be electrical, or with a computer
“I bet Miranda could fix that. Or at least see what was wrong”
¤ So bring her along
“Well, i’m not comfortable with leaving the neither the machine nor Lily for very long. And While happily bring Lily along, i can’t actually stay there and fix the vehicle. And even if i did, it still doesn’t have any crew”
¤ It can be solved
Natalya bangs the hatch slightly and shouts something into the turret. A young man nestles his way out of the commanders hatch. It is the same person who got very interested in the Jagdtiger yesterday. He extends his hand towards you


‘You’re Anon, right? I’m Michel, pleased to meet you!’
“Nice to meet you. I see you two have gotten acquainted already”
¤ Yes, Mike is going to show me he can work with a tank, and then he might be able to join the crew”
“Well, that’s nice to hear, you’re fixing something in there?”
‘Yeah, hydraulic motor in the turret died, so i see if i can repair or replace it’
“Trial by fire i see.. Anyway, Natalya, could you come with me for a minute?”
¤ Sure

>>32182232
Natalya says that with a hint of worry in her voice, and hops down from the tank as Mike goes back into the turret


“So, i’m gonna go back there?
¤ It has to be done, and you are really the only one who spoke with them.
“He did mentioned he wanted one of you as a payment. Not sure how much Wendy managed to talk him out of that”
¤ Or just end him. I don’t think he will be missed
“ I could do that i guess. Then again, he appears to be a good mechanic
¤ Nothing we couldn’t do here
“Well, at my base we could easily do that. Our mechanics are very good. I’m not sure about it here”
¤ At any rate, we have to find out
“When you say “we” you mean me, right?”
¤ i didn’t mean that, it’s just that-
“Yeah, no worry. I get what you mean. What you can do is sit here and find a good excuse as to why there are people in the tanks, because we have to address that little… issue”
¤ I understand. Leave it to me, It is more my problem than yours anyway
“Right, i’ll speak to you before i head off. And i’ll see if i do this alone or not. See ya”
¤ See you


Once again, you head off to the vehicle hall. It is used mainly to story Pickups and 4x4s, the ones not seized by the military anyway. But this time, you could get practuícally any car you wanted. No need to carry anything or anyone, just go to the depot ask some question, see what’s going on and then go back. This could be done before dinner if a good car is found. You stroll along the 100 or so cars parked here. The two wagons used last cars stand cuddled up next to each other. Either of them will technically get the job done, but… there are more interesting things here.

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>tfw been too sick and tired to write anything recently

Sorry guys. I was on Thanksgiving break last week and now I'm super sick. I'll try to write a new chapter over the weekend or on Monday. In the mean time have a sick ass wallpaper.

>>32182249
Or so you thought when you headed into the hall. You are met with endless lines of ecoboxes, few bigger sedans, the obligatory surplus Crown vics, some people carriers. There is the odd sportscar, but they seem to have lived a hard life all of them. As you stroll further into the heart of the hall, into the lesser touched parts of it all hope of finding something remotely interesting fades away. Another Corolla, another accord, another…


Parked in the very corner of the garage, practically hiding behind two vans. Covered in one of those gray “expensive car plastic cover” things. You have to climb on top of some other cars to actually get to it. You can see a coupe shape, slanted back, somewhat high nose. After some more squeezing through parked cars you arrive at the mystery vehicle under the cover. Some quick tearing it away reveals the car. Silver paint, round headlights sitting on each side of a slanted hood. The windscreen is relatively upright for a sportscar, and leads to a roof that has one long continuous line all the way to the rear bumper. Under that, the rear wheel arches bulge out to contain the big wheels.


Half an hour you planned to make this journey alone, but this could even be made fun today. You hide the car under its cover again, and nestle your way out of the maze of cold cars and get back to the main building, and with a grin on your face. You are going to spend all day with Lily. On the way to the room, that you sadly were going to be thrown out of as of tonight. You get some coffee, and two sandwiches. You walk into the room without even knocking, causing her to jump up a bit and quickly cover herself up

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>>32182272
>You scared me!
“Sorry, but we have stuff to do today. I found something fun in the garage. But we have to get you dressed now, i’ve picked up breakfast for you”


Despite your fast pace Lily, remains stationary on the bed, doing her best to look adorable as she stares into you


“...Fine i’ll help you. What clothes do you want?”


Same look, glimmering puppy eyes


“Sounds like Jeans and a hoodie to me”


She smiles, as you go through the procedure of getting her into all of her clothes. The groping is kept to a minimum as you are somewhat conscious about not getting this whole affair dragged out. But Lily loves the attention she gets, and thanks you with an embrace and a kiss. She seems different now. Away is the tired and groggy, and here is just… Lily. Happy, beautiful, lovable Lily.


>You wanted to show me something
“Oh, yeah, lost in thought i guess. Get the coffee and i’ll explain on the way”


You explain how you have been elected as a recon, what needs to be checked with the depot and other things. Lily listens to everything, but seems somewhat confused as you walk past the Volvo and the Mercedes and head deeper into the vehicle hall.


“...so the reason i wanted you along today is because i found a Porsche”
>A porch? Isn’t that what you have on front of your house?
“What? I mean the manufacturer. p-o-r-s-c-h-e”
>Tssk, Americans... It’s not french, so you pronounce the “e”. Porsche.


Lily freezes, as if her mind grinded to a halt. She stares into a wall with slowly growing, empty eyes. She starts stuttering and is in a minute ready to for a sentence


>Porsche… They made the 4501 that was converted in... Anon where is it, it could be a Nibelung, please tell me where it is, i didn’t think i had any sisters left here, please where is it

Lily's voice ring of desperation

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that is what i have for now

But, i have a flow and a clear direction where to take this now. More coming, but later

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Dr. PTR prescribes one update of Light My Fire to be taken as a suppository.

Light My Fire cont.

>like a pilot fish, Judith clings to my arm as we stroll about the mall
>Then, she sees it
>with a gasp, the young german tugs on my shirt and points, "vhat ist zhis store called?..."
>I already know we're going inside, "I believe it's called Victoria's Secret."
>"vhat ist her secret?"
>"I believe she's a man, but don't quote me on that."
>chestnut eyes are wide with unadulterated excitement, "zhere are heat shields everyvhere!"
>"You can have one..."
>Judith stamps her feet a bit and shakes her hands about, "Eeeee! Yay." before running inside just like the Hot Topic
>I want to keep her calm in here, so I try to keep up
>an episode in here would surely draw attention
>greeted by "Pink" signs and cute floor associate, I see Judith has taken to touching everything with a price tag
>I follow her for a bit, room to room, before she hits pay dirt
>She holds up the simplest gray, bikini cut bra in the store
>it's only accent is a tiny black bow in the center
>it's really cute and looks extremely comfy, but, "I'm surprised you didn't pick out one of those bombshell pushup models."
>undeterred, Judith closes her eyes and rubs her cheek against the microfiber fabric covering the relatively thin cup, "zhose are nice, ja, but zhis one reminds me of zhe vone I vas issued... but a lot nicer."
>Judith is so adorable right now!
>I love it when she's happy
>I don't want her feel anything other than happiness
>"Do you know your size?"
>when, I find out, I'm going to have to remember it...
>"Nein, I really do not. All of our heat shields are zhe same size, so... nein."
>I imagine a room full of G3 geists
>"Welcome home, Master!" they all say
>girls, last nights kissing contest was a resounding success
>giggles are heard
>tonight will be Twister... followed by oil wrestling
>ohh wow...
>ooh, that would get expensive, though.
>and the headaches...
>Just two maybe?

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>>32182381
Lights My Fire cont.

>Just two maybe?
>I'd get the two raven-haired Doublemint Twins confused with each other
>No, one's enough for me
>she's all I want and more
>one can dream though...
>"Find what y'all needed?"
>a wild floor associate appears!
>she's short, packing some serious meat balloons, and pays for her blonde hair
>I quickly dismiss the chesty umpa-lumpa, but Judith intercedes, "I yam really sorry, but I do not know vhat size I yam."
>cheery eyed, the associate offers, "we can size you in the-"
>gasps fill the store and a crowd gathers further in
>Judith wants to investigate, but I hold her where she is and place myself between her what could be danger
>muffled cries come from the center of the small crowd
>from what I can tell, someone is either being stabbed to death or receiving a good old fashion country ass-whoopin'
>Judith and I wait a good twenty-five feet back just incase everyone decides to run
>I can feel the top-heavy floor associate cowering behind us
>finally, I hear a male voice yell above the crowd, "okay! That's enough! ... THAT'S ENOUGH! YOU MADE YOUR POINT!"
>I see a tall girl wearing a beanie part the crowd like the Red Sea
>she walks confidently, less like a soldier and more like a mercenary
>but then, she sees me and stops in her tracks
>maybe it's because I'm still taller than her?
>I don't want a fight, but I stand my ground
>this girl looks tough, like a female boxer
>I've already had my ass kicked once today
>life's not fair is it?
>her eyes don't telegraph aggression, though...
>more like seduction
>no thanks
>by the look of that chop cut ashy blonde hair, I'd probably be the one who plays the woman
>her boyfriend catches up to her and covers her right hand as much as possible with his
>blood is evidently dripping from her knuckles leaving little red spots on the white tile
>"come on!" He says, "I don't feel like taking to the police today!"
>I feel Judith's hand squeeze the fabric of my shirt with both hands

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>>32182401
Light My Fire cont.

>I feel Judith's hand squeeze the fabric of my shirt with both hands
>that girl wasn't looking at me this whole time
>I realize she was actually looking at Judith
>Against her boyfriend's and my own will, she approaches Judith, "Well, what are you supposed to be, honey?" she says with a smile
>Judith's grip on me tightens, "...e-eh?..."
>my dominant arm shields her, while my left hand touches my Benchmade
>rather than fan the flames, I remain silent as a reactionary only
>the boyfriend has had enough of this game, "V, that's enough!"
>He grabs the girl's arm and bulldozes out of the entrance with her in tow
>she protests on the way out, "H-hey! I was only trying to play with the other geist!"
>at least, I could've sworn that's what I heard
>then again, I could also be losing my mind
>"what was her problem?" I ask as one of their managers walks comes to check on us
>the neatly dressed woman responds, "some pervert came in here and took her picture. We called the police, but we're not pressing any changes against the girl. The man will have a no trespassing ordnance put on him for all of our stores. Are you all okay?"
>"Yeah, it's fine." I grumble
>"Ja, I vas juss about to get sized by..." Judith turned around to find the associate, "you? Your name ist?"
>The little girl smuggling watermelons is still fairly alarmed, "yes! My name's Kayla. I'd be happy to size you! Right this way..."
>I'm left alone with the manager
>"So, how's the aftermath? I noticed you guys cleaned it up pretty fast."
>The only trace left after the crowd dispersed was a few drops of blood, which is currently being bleached away
>The manager was pithy, "Incidences of this nature need to be cleaned up quickly in a place of business such as this. Our clientele need to feel safe while shopping here. I'm glad you're okay, he's definitely got a broken nose though. Metro's gonna come pick him up."

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>>32182430
Light My Fire cont.

>The manager was pithy, "Incidences of this nature need to be cleaned up quickly in a place of business such as this. Our clientele need to feel safe while shopping here. I'm glad you're okay, he's definitely got a broken nose though. Metro's gonna come pick him up."
>a few minutes later, Judith reemerges from the back which is now locked down tighter than Fort Knox
>her eyes are cheery, and she's walking on her toes, so it must've gone well
>"how'd it go?" I ask, just to be polite
>Judith smiles, "I vill tell you in a bit."
>"Uhh... okay? Did they size you?"
>Judith bounces on her toes, "hehe, ja... I vear a zhirty two C, apparently."
>"Oh." I'm impressed, they don't look that big
>I open up the drawer and begin to sift through the colorful lace and fabric for her prized thin, gray heat shield in her size
>only one left!
>I wrap my fingers around the incredibly soft fabric and pluck it from the drawer
>holding the bra in front of Judith, I offer her to take it
>I want to see if there is a matching set of panties for it
>Bra in hand and bending at the waist, Judith watches me close as I search the other drawer for the matching pair in the small/medium size
>After a short search, I find them
>bikini cut, they're gray and without seams
>the only accent piece is a tiny, matching black bow in the front
>I hand them to Judith as well, "Go try them on. If they fit, I'm buying them for you."
>"Yay!" the fallen angel chirps
>hugging the underwear close, she tip-toes to the back where the dressing rooms are
>again, I wait outside for a few minutes until the associate tells me I can go in
>Gently, I pull the door open
>there are two mirrors and a chair in this tiny box
>what could the chair be for?
>I deliberately avert my eyes so I can take in my Judith all at once
>and there she is
>peacefully gleaming chestnut eyes look deep into mine with happiness and a small bit of embarrassment

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>>32182381
>>and the headaches...
>>Just two maybe?

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>>32182457
Light My Fire cont.

>peacefully gleaming chestnut eyes look deep into mine with happiness and a small bit of embarrassment
>her blushing cheeks easily stand out against her pale skin
>Judith can't help but smile
>Long raven hair flows gracefully past her shoulders, covering her chest completely
>I can't even see what her new bra looks like
>one knee in front of the other, she plays coy from the waist down
>her little toes curling up on the carpet
>I can still hear her barely audible, nervous moans
>"Well, how do you feel about them?"
>"I feel naked..." Judith rocks forward on her toes, bending slightly at the waist to halfway cover her bottoms
>her little black bow matches her hair draping down just above it
>that's what the mirrors are for...
>just a hint of her butt can be seen over the top of these panties
>I can see that sweet, little bump where her slender legs meet
>she probably knows all of this
>"So... do you like them."
>she looks so shamed, "Ja. It ist like I yam wearing nozhing..."
>Unable to control myself, I reach in with both hands and part her silky hair
>"e-eh?..." Judith whines
>these little cries are turning me on, and she knows it
>my fallen angel's chest is held neatly in place in a smooth natural position with only a hint of cleavage allowing itself to form
>she allows my fingers to slide off her defined shoulders, and between her soft, supple breasts
>The young german girl allows a shallow gasp to escape her tongue as she shivers
>tracing the elegant lines of her body, my fingers continue down her soft tummy, coming to rest on her sensual hips
>they gently dig in to the soft flesh, prompting another shy moan
>I slowly pull her against me
>Judith puts up little protest as she tip-toes her way forward
>our lips softly meet in the middle
>I cradle her perfect bottom as she grips my belt
>shallow, sweet kisses are traded back and forth until my tongue wants more

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>>32182476
Light My Fire cont.

>shallow, sweet kisses are traded back and forth until my tongue wants more
>her mouth opens slightly, and I can feel her own tongue dancing behind her teeth
>but, she keeps it caged
>it's such a tease
>as soon as I'm ready to move on to another part of her trembling body, Judith flicks my tongue with hers
>and just like that, I'm drawn back in
>I want her tongue
>my right hand leaves that cute, little bottom of hers, and rises up to cup one of her soft breasts
>I quickly find and tease on her nipple through the thin bra material
>with a huff of breath, our tender kisses deepen
>even her hips are getting involved
>finally tasting my tongue with her's, Judith allows herself to go over the edge
>in an absentminded effort to position herself for what comes next, she grinds herself against the buckle of my 5.11 belt
>"Uhh-h ma... ow..." her little voice squeaks
>Oh shit!
>I can see tears trying to well up, but Judith blinks them away
>I spin her around and cradle her arms in mine from behind
>"Shh-shh-shh-shhhhhhhhhhhh... I'm sorry..."
>I kiss the top of her head
>"..."
>I notice she has developed a decent wet spot in the front of the panties
>"what's this?..." I ask as slide my left hand down past her cute tummy
>I can just feel the the start of Judith's fleecy mound when she pushes my hand away, shaking her head, "Hm-mm! It ist sensitive now!"
>alright, alright
>my fallen angel tilts her head to the left, so I can kiss her neck
>just below the corner of her jawline, I start to kiss and make it all better
>her body relaxes in my arms and turns to butter as I continue to love on her hot spot
>then, I get a deliciously evil idea
>I began to nibble on her spot
>Judith tries in vain to stifle her quiet moans of ecstasy
>she pushes her hips deep into my lap as her fingers slip beneath the "newish" panties
>nope lol
>"okay! Stop! Stop!... Go pay, you big stupid!"
>Laughing, she shoves me out of the tiny room

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>>32182510
Light My Fire cont.

>Laughing, she shoves me out of the tiny room
>Before we check out, the young german finds a cute, comfortable pair of black short shorts with white trim to sleep in
>PINK across the butt is spelled with white letters
>A few minutes later, as we're paying, I overhear one of the floor associates ask why one of the dressing rooms smells like bananas
>E-hehehehehehee...
>a pink bag carries her standard issue underwear as we leave
>I feel a tug on my sleeve, so I lean down to hear
>Judith giggled in my ear "vhen I vas being sized, zhe girl doing me had not heard of Heckler & Koch. She asked me if mein bra's company vas affiliated vith a company called Urban Outfitters."
>I smile
>our fingers interlocked, we continue to walk around
>I stop and point up at the salon's storefront, "hey, did you want get your hair styled?"
>"nein... but I did not know you vanted my barrel to be shorter?"
>"Well, no. Screw that. I love your barrel length."
>if flowers could radiate from her body, they would have
>Judith hugs my arm to her chest, the new bra is so much softer, it's like she's wear nothing under her black t-shirt
>it's all I can think about
>not complaining
>note to self, though: acquire AR geist, give her a hair "styled", don't write a letter to the ATF
>decide to flirt a bit, "so, is there any other hair I should know about that alters your rifle form?"
>smooth Anon, smooth

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>>32182544
Light My Fire cont.

>smooth Anon, smooth
>the answer comes sooner than I expect, "Vell, if you shave mein pubic hair, my serial numbers disappear."
>holy shit really?!
>after 15 more minutes of walking around and people watching/judging, I'm ready to leave and go home
>this day has really taken it out of me
>almost to the door, and I feel another series of tugs on my sleeve, "Master, I vant a giant pretzel!"
>"A what?! Why?"
>"A giant pretzel! Pleeeease... und danke?"
>She's too adorable to say "no" to, and she knows how to manipulate me now
>and I allow her do it
>I dig my wallet out, "What's with you germans and giant pretzels?"
>"Yaayyy..." Judith is all smiles, "und butter!"
>As we are walking to car, my fallen angel stops me in the parking lot, "Danke, Master... for all of zhis."
>She smiles brightly and kisses me
>I hold her tight because I don't want to let go
>I'm perfectly content with being able to hold my entire universe in the space of my own arms
>and we blare old Linkin Park for the entire drive back home

>>32182356
Always gud shit m8

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>>32182548
I apologize for all these delays. Hopefully, you all enjoyed this last update. As always, I love to hear your feedback. I will update again soon!

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>>32182587
Good stuff mate, love this story and V is on it now hopefully we can have more of that showing up I would like to see a range meet with Judith, Rose? Was it?, V and wasr-10 geist.

On another topic is 10/22 still going with his 10/22 story that shit is good I really like the whole idea of a geist living a human life with jobs and stuff, kinda makes the possibilities broader since more chances to explore different topics and scenarios.

So, who wants a Sopwith Camel story?

>>32182587
I'm conflicted...
I love your story, and your writing's great
I almost hate you for making me seriously consider getting a G3/PTR even though I'm in the poorfag college student tier and have no business buying one.

Please continue.

>>32183031
I know right I just got a ptr over the weekend still waiting on it to get to my local shop, also found out that there is g36 parts kits but good look putting them together
https://www.hkparts.net/shop/pc/G36-Parts-Kit-Front-End-c186.htm

>>32183031
>I almost hate you for making me seriously consider getting a G3/PTR even though I'm in the poorfag college student tier and have no business buying one.

There's a lot of that going around these threads. You might just make somebody stick their dick in a Ruger Precision Rifle before this thing is out.

>>32183116
I haven't looked into it in depth, but can the parts kits for the G3 on the same site make the full gun, or do you need to buy more on top of that? (the ones that have a barrel obviously)

>>32183245
Not sure for what I know is a lot like ak parts kits so a new receiver will be needed and the proper tools plus probably barrel other then that the kit should have all the other parts

>>32183245
I just looked at their kits and some seem to come with everything included even the barrel and "flat" receiver so I guess as long as you have the tools and know what you are doing you should be able to make it just fine

>>32182587
No prob! Loving it all so far

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So I kinda want to get into writefagging but I don't have a ton of experience with creative writing, plus I'm not entirely sure what to write about, I just want to give it a shot is all.

I'm partial to gritty, dark themes and horror, really loved Pale King's Disciple for that reason.

I guess I'm just nervous and feel like nothing I write will be nearly as good as the stories you all make.

>>32183674
As long as it's /k/ related, and the writing skill is at minimum a 3rd grade level, you'll be fine.

>>32182356
MOAR I NEED MY FIX

>>32182587
Comfy. Flowed very well. Nice cameo, didn't feel forced.

>>32183021
I'm intrigued. Go on.

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My friends, I have made a grave error. I need you to lend me your strength to make sure I make it home safely. If I am struck down by the road of life, know that I'll be tending to my feels in the afterlife as the humble farmer that I have been in this life.

Here's a Mika to channel your collective strengths to me. I love you all.

>>32183674
Do it faggot. If I can get a hundred people to follow my shitty scifi smut, you can find someone who likes your stuff. Just proof-read aloud a couple times before you post, make sure it flows naturally, and check your grammar and spelling.

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So I've decided to abandon the Shelby story, not enough inspiration and writer's block keep fucking me over.
However, I present an alternate history story of a Russian-to-U.S. land invasion circa....

1947

(A little mood music > https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHh_Z7RgCEk )

Jerry rubs his chin in discomfort, other hand tucking itself under his elbow as he tries to process what he's listening to.

The fact of the matter currently at hand is that American radio has just announced the results of an overnight invasion of the East Coast; at least a thousand dead Americans, seventy destroyed tanks, and thirty aircraft destroyed. Maybe there would have been less losses if they were ready, if the planes were on patrol missions, maybe if everyone realized how dangerous and volatile those Russians were.

Peter who stands in the corner repeatedly kicks the back of a chair and screams at nothing, doubling over multiple times as he screeches his rage at Russians located hundreds of miles away; his uniform is in such disarray and his hair is in such a manner that would make anyone doubt he is in any branch of our military, much-less the (newly-founded) U.S. Air Force.

More than less likely, some of Peter's friends have died. This becomes increasingly plausible since his airfield is on the East Coast, meaning that it's in the newly-taken Russian territory. This is part of why Peter screams, but not the only reason, obviously.

Ian stands facing the window, completely blocking out all thoughts and communication with his two other brothers. The third brother, a member of the Second Armored Division, simply cringes as he fails to refrain from thinking about that intense combat that's going to sweep straight across America.

"Jesus Christ," Jerry starts.

"Will we still drop the bomb on the Reds if they're here?"

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I'm thinking about getting a post office box... So *somebody* can't raid the mail and spoil their Christmas present.

>"I said I was sorry!"

>>32184000
When is the next update on 10/22 I need it pretty bad man.

>>32184025

I have the next two days off, so I hope to get at least a day or two written.

I'm working two jobs until mid-January, so that's been making it hard.

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Looking like Damaged Goods Chapter 3 will be delayed until tomorrow evening. Trying to ensure quality...

plz no bully

>>32184096
Always happy to wait on quality content. Keep up the good work.

>>32184086
I'm doing some hardcore wageslaving myself until the end of January. If /wfg/ is still around in that time frame, I'll be doing a shitload of writing for it myself.

>>32184086
It's cool mate I understand that life gets busy, I just wanted to let you know that you have my interest and that the story is great.

>>32183674
I'm glad you like it <3

More is coming.

>>32183852
You retard. You went out and drank again, didn't you?

>>32183926
>and check grammar and spelling
Literally the primary things I check for when I read shot from here.

>>32184096
>dat gun
Hang on, baby, daddy's gonna bring you home soon.

>>32184365
Is the rifles of Nam story finished? What about Argentinian rose? Both are really good.

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>>32184445
Rose is over.

I'm trying to finish PKD before I get back to Nam.

It's slow goings.

My life hasn't be the most functional for writing the way it used to be.

But it's all still goin' I'm not fizzling out yet.

>>32184462
It's cool mate, I just wanted to know which ones were active, shame tho I feel like rose had a lot more to it but it is what it is, PKD is really good are you a fan of H P Lovecraft?

>>32184444
Your quads are powerful.

I don't know. I am in bed now. It is comfy and warm.

>>32184444
>Literally the primary things I check for when I read shot from here.
>shot

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Some old drawfagging. I've posted it before, and it was the inspiration to start writefagging. I'm still not happy with it looks-wise. I think I might just do something closer to a Centurion Mk III turret on a Panther hull.

>>32183674
we literally have a bin in the sticky to help with this man. also so long as it is mildly k related and not complete shit you will catch no flack.

>>32183852
you still cannot escape me.

>>32184554
fal is just morose and atmospheric as a person. its creepy as hell. do not be alone with them.

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>>32183852
Pls don't be kill
You have so much more suffering to write

>>32182510
Damnit, I was reading this at work. You can't hide boners in coveralls!

>>32185621
Yes the fuck you can.

>>32185753
WITNESSED

>>32184658
Sue me. My autocorrect is weird. And you knew exactly what I meant.

>>32185753
Yeah you are right. Though it's difficult to carry out when surrounded by fellow people

>>32185621
You have to be hard to work hard.

>>32182659
I'm glad you enjoyed it. Your >pic related is exactly how my story should be read.
>I would like to see a range meet with Judith, Rose? Was it?, V and wasr-10 geist.
I'm not sure exactly what you're asking here, but I've confirmed that Rose (M1 Carbine) will have a scene between herself and Kashka (WASR-10). As far as what happens in this scene, I've only revealed that some world building occurres in the dialogue.

>>32183031
Keep your eye on the course work bro. I did my time in academia. PTR will still be around in in four years.
I look forward to your RPR revealing herself.
>takeiohmy.png

>>32183116
>got a PTR over the weekend
Nice!
>G36 parts kit
I've often wondered how hard it would be to outfit a Bushmaster ACR with G36 parts for aesthetics.

>>32183600
Great!

>>32183674
There's always room for grittier stories her. It balances out my Ouran High School Host Club tier dribble. Post away, but be mindful of the paste binners. Archive and Polybus do their damnest to keep up, so be patient.

>>32183821
Thanks Anon Kun! I was afraid of it feeling forced, but I try to keep the spirit of others' characters intact.

>>32183852
You know what you must do.
>do the right thing

>>32184462
I'm in a holding pattern until you deliver.
[stares in southern]

>>32185621
"Ahw... but I vasn't even lewd yet~"

>>32183128
This is a reminder WFG is not responsible for any injury and death that results from attempts to have sexual relations with your rifle.
Remember putting the barrel of a loaded gun in your mouth is not kissing.
Nor is sticking your dick in the bolt action recommended.

We also suggest not shoving a Remington 12 gauge up your asshole to massage your prostate.


Also gunpowder is not a replacement for Viagra stop drinking it daily.

Overall if you do something stupid don't blame us but do send the pics.

>>32187663
>some world building occurs in the dialogue
And lewd. Don't forget lewd.

>>32183128
>Sticking your dick in a Ruger precision Rifle
>Mouth fucking a ruger vampire
>ever
I shiggy diggy

>>32188310
I mean not everyone wants to live a boring life with no element of eminent danger, but you do you.

>>32188309
>Don't forget lewd
>>wanting loli geist y/u/ri
Rose a PUR-
I can't pretend anymore. plz gib lewd PTR

>>32188484
We've been saying that for three threads now. Glad you came to your senses.

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>>32182587
Comfy update.

So comfy that this guy stole my comfy smug anime girl.
>>32182659
Why did you do this?

Is there anything I should keep in mind while designing weapons/armor for a hard sci fi story? I'm more of a drawfag than a writefag. I want it to be a believable future, not something super out there like the phasers in Star Trek

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>>32185088
I continue.

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>are you new here?
>wondering whats going on whit the stories with tanks?
>read it from the beggining here

>JTfag stories are up to date as of this post

http://pastebin.com/1qS4EqXS

>>32188905
atmospheric dispersion. Energy density and weight.
recoil, even rail guns generate recoil.

>>32189690
There are like 10 parts, and they are all long as fuck...

how much is this actually?

>>32188907
Good to see you are still kicking.
I wont promise you that life will get any better, but what i can say is that you should hang in there if just to shit on life and say yeah i made it through this fucked up game. What are you going to do about it.

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>>32189939

so lets see if this was a traditional book it will be around 165 pages so better brew some coffe and JT still works on it
>is wortth it, is a good read trust me

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>>32189986
>165

what the shit. But you say its worth it?

Mind telling me what's it about more than Aliens (?) and old tanks? Because i don't really know much about tanks

>>32190014
well, with out going out giving spoilers it would be the character develoment, the fact that the characters are well written, some action and there is feels and confiness and trust me you dont need to be an expert on tanks to read the storie

>>32190014
Its good he has been writing for a while now...

I'm happy he picked up the idea of the tanks in storage that I originally pitched way back.......

>>32176242
If only this movie had English subs...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0fwa12ARxY

>>32191020
anyone know where i can find an hd version of it?

repost for pastebin
>the YPG replied. You can't come only to kill people, you are a political fighter, yaddayaddyadda.
>Your great grandpas fought nazis in Europe, it's weird that you can't fight mudslimes that want to kill muricans under the murican flag on another continent.
>must be the damn hippy liberals, grandpa says. Or Obongo. His words, not yours.
>They do not want you to bring your own gun. What the fuck?
>Turkey will stop you, they say. Fucking turkish shitskins playing both sides and no one with the guts to call them out.
>Other /k/ommandos already told you that you'd get an AK and be cannon fodder.
>fuck that, slavshit may shoot but what the hell are you going to hit?
>So you researched gun laws. Poland seems okay. Just need to get on land in Europe. From there on it's straight up smuggling your shit over the borders until Syria.
>Hope they accept a CCW-permit as good enough to let you in with funs.
>welp, now, what gun to bring?
>Kurds like the G36 a lot, but no HK-243 ever surfaced in the US as far as you know. Also, 5.56 is too small on plains. Desert needs at least 7.62.
>looks like you're going to need a battleraifu.
>SCAR is memetastic and needs an expensive optic because of sharp recoil.
>Slavshit is expensive as fuck because of Obama.
>HK417 in proper battledress is even more expensive than SCAR-17.
>$7k for optics. Lolnope.jpg
>What about FAL?
>Needs short shorts. No good in modern warzone.
>CETME? Delayed blowback. But not bad.
>On the range three days later with your nugget you spot her.
>long.
>stretched.
>pointy.
>like a work of art.
>A 22” barrel M1A in a SAGE Intl. EBR-kit.
>A gun so serenely beautiful it looks out of this world.
>/k/ says no, other streloks tell you to pick something smarter, Gun Jesus tells you sand, dirt, mud, anything will get in to the action and cause the bolt to jam, the hammer to get stuck, everything to stop working.

>>32191182
>Fuck this. You're in love. Besides, it was good enough for great grandpa in Europe, so to speak.
>LGS are fudds and bubbas. Have none, but keep telling you it's reliable and the best - with a fore grip in the wrong spot. Just in front of the mag, so you can't rock the mag in.
>Have to order. Where though? Cast or forged?
>gf just left you. Might as well spend it all. Might not come back anyhow.
>no need for car. Sell. Buy a beater.
>TV, desktop, console, nugget, everything for sale that you can't take with you.
>Forged.
>Mod 0.
>Bipod.
>Stubby grip in the right place.
>45° offset RDS.
>AN/PEQ15. Better have one than miss one.
>sling. >4-12x50 with hexagonal killflash, illuminated crosshairs and flip up covers for maximum sniping.
>later in the series: yfw when the enemy can in to maximum sniping without this.
>needs mags.
>You need a chestrig.
>Maybe nightvision?
>Shit, that stuff is expensive. Also, ITAR.

>it's been two weeks.
>The gun has arrived. The fudds at the LGS stare in jealousy at your rifle.
>You carefully check it right there, in the store. Nothing out of the ordinary, it seems to work just fine.
>It was expensive as hell and you're starting to feel like you don't even want to shoot it. It's got no scratches yet and is in pristine condition.
>4473
>While filling it out, you think about the almost $3k you just dropped on a gun. >badconscience.wav
>You take it home, field strip it, put it in the SAGE-kit.
>the rifle without optics is now pure sex.
>Assemble the rest, put on sling, AN/PEQ, grip, attach remote for AN/PEQ to grip.
>without optics it now looks insanely futuristic and tactical.
>jointhemepireson.mov
>You add the 4-12x50, the offset RDS and the bipod.
>Seems front heavy senpai.
>welp, sling helps.
>mallninja around, clear bedroom with 4' long front heavy rifle.
>operatoroperatoroperator
>Ammo is due to arrive tomorrow.

>>32183982
>Abandoning Shelby
darn

>new story
Red Dawn, east coast edition. My interest has peaked

>>32191207
>You continue to fingerfuck the gun for the rest of the evening, since there is little else to do without a TV or a desktop.
>Your netbook cannot into vidya, so you're left with /k/ and full30.
>They definitely do not stop you from fingerfucking funs.

>3 days later, everything has arrived, mags, ammo, gear.
>You post in a gearqueer thread and AR15 fags get butthurt over your gear aesthetics.
>rangetime.mp4
>the first shot feels wrong and right at the same time.
>this fun needs to be shot, broken in, but breaking it in feels weird. So much money spent.
>This little piggy flies down range, this little piggy flies down range…
>Last round in the mag, FTE.
>Wait what?
>How…
>This little piggy is going back to manufacturer!

>10 days later, gun returns. Only 10 more until you're going to europe.
>thisdoesnotbodewell.png
>a seriously autistic faggot shows up at your door as you make ready for the range.
I.. Mosin Nagant?

>He wears a fedora.
>You realize that this guy is far more autistic than you could ever hope to be and suppress a giggle.

Yup. Come on in.

>He looks scared, but walks in nonetheless.
>You hand him the rifle and wonder for a second whether he will try to pay you in dragondildos and cumlube.
>he hastily takes it, muzzlesweeps you three times before getting the bolt racked back then continues to point it at your feet until you carefully push it in a safe direction.
>He doesn't even notice, he's to concentrated on spilling his spaghetti and looking in to the chamber.
>He proceeds to shove his pinky in, for reasons you cannot even hope to understand, but he is already wearing a fedora.
>You do not ask men wearing fedoras for reasons. It just leads to insanity.
>He works the bolt a couple of times and you realize that countless Ivans are now rotating in their graves with enough speed to power Putin's new mecha bear because of his faggotry.

>>32191226
>The empty click of the hammer dropping on an empty chamber rips you out of your daydreams about red mecha bears in red capes fighting mecha eagles of freedom in a glorious fight to the death in front of a nuclear explosion.
>the autistic fuck is now dangerously close to looking down the barrel of the gun the wrong way around as he examines the wood at the far end of the barrel.
>There are some notches in it, as you stated in your ad.
>Finally, he shoulders it, tries to cycle the bolt while doing so and hits himself in the face.
>The whole room suddenly seems plastered in spaghetti.
>While you freeze and try to understand how he did that
>He puts his hand in his pocket and quickly throws the contents, a bundle of bills and a white plastic bottle, your way before making an exit with the gun.

>he left more than enough for two nuggets.
>and an actual bottle of cumlube.
>You're thinking about putting this on /k/ but you know they won't believe you anyway.
>The trip to the range goes well this time. The M1A behaves exceptionally well, does everything you ask of it.
>saltyeyeseverywhere.png
>The IRL shitposters don't gloat like usual while telling you their AR is superior
>It takes a little time for you to understand that they are just jealous
>All it needs now is camo matching your gear.
>Spraypaint is applied, desert with some grey-green touches. Just to be on the safe side.
>Your body is ready.
>You fall asleep staring at the beautiful rifle standing in your bedroom.

>You wake up, feeling weird. Weird dreams.
>But remember nothing.
>You look at the rifle at the foot of your bed.
>It's so operator SCARfags would get butthurt feeling inadequate.
>It's so operator DD Mk18s look like slavshit.
>It makes soccermoms cream their pants while screaming IS THAT A GUN?!
>It makes you look more Navy SEAL than a P226 ever could.
>It makes you more manly than a pornstache and an operator beard combined.

>>32191243
>Looking at it makes feminists scream hate speech at gungrabbers.
>It stands above gun laws. At least you think it should.
>You're thinking about sending a letter to the governor of Calicuckistan with only a picture of your M1A and a note saying “LIFT BAN NAO!”
>The chance of success seems reasonable if it were delivered by a bald eagle.
>Now that you think about it, maybe you should check the lawn for the flock of bald eagles sure to have arrived there.
>Nope.jpeg
>no bald eagles.
>Sorry Calicuckistan, snailmail is not worthy of a picture of this rifle.

all to be posted in front of what is currently in the pastebin. I tried putting it there but wasn't able to. No idea why...

>>32189943
I'm cool right now. Just sleep deprived because a certain mexican got me hooked on some anime tank girl mobile game.

>>32191407
what game i need to know.. Is it region locked.

>>32191477
Look up Panzerwaltz on the app markets. It's Chink Kancolle but with Tankgirls instead of Botesluts

>>32191533
excuse me while i download this...

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>>32191407

I did nothing wrong

>>32191477
this is a good game

>>32188252
>gunpowder is not a replacement for Viagra
Bull shit

>>32191407
>Panzerwaltz
One of the reasons my writing is so slow.

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>>32191821
This is how I die. Not with a bang, but with a slow burning fizzle of anime girls. You did this.
>>32192148
Save me.

>>32192189
You think I can save you from the trap that I'm caught in as well?
We're doomed no matter what.
That being said, I do like some of the botesluts designs better.

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It was late when I got home, like always. The trailer park where I lived was the last stop along the bus route, and it was always dark outside when I stepped off of the bus and trudged along a gravel road, past rows of identical trailers, to get to the one I lived in, all the way in the back of the park. I stepped right through the flimsy door, as I didn't even bother locking it anymore. I had nothing worth stealing anyway.

I took off my hat and tossed it aside as I stepped in. "Subway" it said, printed in cheerful green text. I threw my apron in the same general direction. "Sandwich Artist" it said. Like it was some sort of accomplishment. I went straight to my futon in the back, not bothering to turn on the lights. I didn't need them anyway. The trailer was small enough.

I sat down and put my backpack off to the side, and pulled a couple of wrapped sandwiches out. I'd made them for myself a few hours earlier. They were soggy by now. Didn't matter. Food was food. I ate them in the dark, in silence except for the sounds I made as I gobbled them down. I tossed the wrappers out the window.

I stepped into the bathroom. It was actually just a closet with a toilet, sink and mirror. I wish it didn't have a mirror. Especially with the way it was situated. I'd sit down to crap, and I'd be staring straight at myself. My very fat and ugly self. Beer gut. Puffy cheeks. Overbite. Crooked teeth. Squinty eyes. Truly a face that only a mother could love. The fact that she kicked me out of the house as soon as I hit 18 would probably indicate otherwise.

I heard the door slam as I pulled my pants back up and washed my hands. She was home. "Home".

I stepped out and saw the geist of my AR-15 standing in the middle of the main room. She was beautiful, as always. Shiny raven black hair. Striking green eyes. Lightly tanned skin on an athletic frame. Towering over me by a full 7 inches (she was only 5'8"). She was perfection in my eyes. Way out of my league. She knew that as well.

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>>32192387
"Hey there Anon," she said, her voice silky.

"Hi," I said, just sort of staring through her.

"I'm glad to see you home," she said. "I missed you." No she didn't. She hadn't been home all day. She'd been out and about in her geist form as usual.

"Okay," I said flatly.

"I wanted to ask, is it alright if I go out with some friends tonight?" she asked, as if she cared about getting my permission.

"Sure," I responded.

She smiled. It was a fake smile. I learned that early on. She was repulsed by me. I could just tell. I disgusted her. I disgusted everyone. I was used to it.

"Thanks Anon, I promise I won't stay out too late!" That was a lie. She didn't even live with me anymore. She only stopped by every couple of days to go through this little charade, because I was still technically her "owner".

She ducked out and skipped gaily across the gravel as I watched from the window. She got in the passenger's seat of a yellow Camaro that was waiting for her. The driver leaned over and locked lips with her, oblivious to me looking on. Then he gunned the engine, pelting the side of my trailer with gravel as they sped off into the night.

I returned to my futon and lay down. I remembered saving as much money as I could for a full year before I bought her. All in the vain hope that it would mean I wouldn't have to be alone anymore. But here I was.

I glanced over to the calendar on the wall. My birthday was in a couple of days. I would officially become a wizard.

Maybe I should buy some rope to celebrate.

So...uh, Damaged Goods time?

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Damaged Goods - Chapter 3: Range Day!

>Everyone knows that feeling
>The one where you awake on your own, where any position you choose is comfy
>Where you are not hot or cold
>Where you have no worries or concerns
>Just pure bliss
>These are the kind of mornings every person deserves
>Yet, you know it cannot last forever

>One after the other, your legs swing over the bedside
>For a moment, you consider falling back into the mattress if only to live in that blissful state for another minute
>But you know it would be in vain
>Your body sounds off a in protest, crackles and pops as you stretch in an attempt to wring out the morning drowsiness

>As your senses all wake up, the urge to clean yourself up grows, yesterday's clothing now clinging to your body
>The slightly greasy feeling of a day passed without shower
>Time to change that
>Gathering some fresh clothes, you hear rustling coming from the bed

>*yawwwwwn*

>Stirring from her hibernation, Shelly’s head pops out of the blankets, one eye still closed; hair an absolute mess
>Evidence of drool on the side of her face

“Well gooooooood mornin’ sleeping beauty!”
>Before “beauty” even left your mouth, the pillow was airborne
>The pillow, which misses you by a few feet
“...and I’m supposed to trust that aim if someone breaks in?”
>”Keep it up and maybe I just won’t fire at all.”
>All you can do is chuckle as you finish collecting the day's clothing

>Plopping down, the Mossberg retreats back under the blankets
>*Muffled* “I’m never going to sleep on the floor again.”
“Yeah, that's what you think…”
>”Hmm?”
“ Nothing.”
>”Sure…”

Picking up the pillow, you make sure to deliver a well aimed shot at where her head should be, before retreating into the bathroom

>”You mother fu-”

>>32192497

Damaged Goods Chapter 3 (cont.)

8:48 AM

>It’s nice to go through the Three S’s (shower, shit and shave) without needing to rush for once
>But you didn’t want to take too much time, today is really meant for the girls after all

>Leaving the bathroom, you find Shelly still wrapped up in blankets on the bed
“You’re going to miss breakfast if you don’t get up.”
>”Ugghhhhh... if it’s you making it, am I really missing anything…?”
>You like to make breakfast for the girls on range days as a part of their “special treatment”
>Anna deserves every break she can get as well
“Come on, it's never THAT bad. Come on, up and at it!”
>”Err, yeah, you go ahead.. I’ll be out in a minute.”

>Not gonna happen
“Hard way then, huh?”
Grabbing the corners of the blankets…
“One…”
>”Anon”
“Two…”
>”Seriously, I-”
“THREE!”

>Pulling with all your might,the blankets come tumbling off the mattress… with Shelly still wrapped in them
“Damn, you’re being stubborn to...day....” your sentence trailing off.

>Shelly is on the floor, clutching the blanket to the top of her chest with her right hand, her left keeping it wrapped around her waist
>A face of pure embarrassment lit up bright red

“...a-are you…?”
>*shakes her head up and down vigorously*
“...and you were like that all night…?”
>Her face only turning a deeper red color
>Looking like she just had their deepest secret screamed to the world
“Ah... “
>”...”
“I’ll, uhh... see you at breakfast then.”

>>32192500

Damaged Goods Chapter 3 (cont.)

>You slip out of the room, closing your door behind you as quickly as possible
>A strong scent of fried batter and salty meat immediately draws your attention
>Oh damn it Anna…

>You make your way into the kitchen, only to find Anna in the midst of cooking breakfast
>Pancakes on the griddle and bacon in the pan
>Only she is not in her normal dress and coat, but wearing a loose fitting pair of lounge pants and a plain white tee
>Her long chestnut hair let down, stopping just over her bottom

>”Oh, morning Anon, I-”
“You know I don’t expect you to make breakfast every morning… especially on range days.”
>”I know, bu-”
“Even if it isn’t YOUR range day, you still deserve to relax.”
>”I know… but I wanted too” She says putting on that warm smile
>Her hair swaying side to side as she turns back to the stove
>it is only then that you notice a severe lack of everyone else
“Where is everyone?”
>”The Twins and Julie are in the garage loading up magazines, and Kat is on the porch smoking I think…” she says, still diligently working away
“Just us in here then…?”
>”For now.”

>Privacy has somewhat become a thing of the past since your collection has grown this large
>Time alone, especially with Anna has become a thing of the past
>This is a rare opportunity…

>Stepping up behind, you wrap your arms around her, drawing her in, resting your chin on her shoulder
>A small surprised squeak escaping her lips
“...thank you Annabelle…” you say, softly placing a kiss on her cheek
>She reaches up with her free hand and grasps your arms, leaning her head against yours
>An all too familiar scent of roses filling your nose
>Just as she starts turning toward you, the distinct sound of a door knob turning breaks the silence, causing you both to about jump out of your skin

>>32192511

Damaged Goods Chapter 3 (cont.)

>Out comes Shelly, strolling out of the bedroom, wearing her usual attire
>Khaki short shorts and a black tank top
>Short hair pulled back in a ponytail, bangs hanging off to the sides
>Barefoot of course

>“Morning” she says to no one in particular
“Morning”, you return in an attempt to regain your composure.

>”So who are you all takin’ out today?”
>She seems to be ignoring what happened just minutes ago quite well
“Well, this time it's going to be the Twins, Ellie, Julie, and of course the new girl.”
>”Ah, so the pistol cre- wait, why Julie... wasn’t she just out last time?” asked Shelly, a hint of jealously peeking through
“She had a stuck casing on her first mag, remember? She only got 6 shots off last trip”
>”Mmm…”
“I just think it’s fair.”
>”Yup”
>I really need to figure out how to get some shells through her...

>”Breakfast is ready! Anon, can you go and grab the others? And Michelle, if you could help with plates.”
>”Yeah yeah yeah…”

>Approaching the garage you can hear giggles and rustling metal
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
“Ladies, breakfast is ready! Make sure to wash up before eating, I don’t need lead all over my table!”
>”Coming!”
>Good enough

>>32192523

Damaged Goods Chapter 3 (cont.)

>Heading out the front door, you find Katya nursing a cup of coffee, extinguished cigarette butt still between her fingers
“Morning” you say cheerfully, sitting down next to her
>”Yup…”
“Someone's awfully quiet. Late night?”
>”Just a bit.”
>Pulling out the crumpled pack, she retrieves her last cigarette
“Sure you wanna smoke that now? What else will you do all da-”
>”Anon?”
“...Yes?”
>”Do you think the new girl is ready for the range?”
>That came out of nowhere
“I think we’ve made a lot of progress… A range day will do her some good.”
>”Oh yeah? How’d my first range day with you go again?”

>Double feeds, stuck cases, Geist induced flinching…
>She was a blubbering mess by the end of the day

“What, would you have rather I not given you a chance?”
>”No Anon… I just-” pausing to light up her last cig
>Just be careful with her today… I know you think she is ready, but don’t push her.”
>I hate playing these games
“Is there something you’d like to tell me Kat” you say, obviously agitated
>She takes a long drag, the ash tip growing considerably
>”I just know damaged goods when I see ‘em.” she says solemnly

>You let out a long sigh

“Everyone of you had some issues adjusting, but I never gave up.”
>You run a hand over her head, letting one of her pointed ears run between your fingers
>Katya making a half hearted attempt to swipe it away
“Each and every one with your own quirks and rough edges, but that has never deterred me.”
“I’ll make it work, like I always have, okay?”
>”...okay.”
“Just have a little faith… and cigarettes, those never hurt.”
>You see a hint of a smile creep up on her
>”Speaking of which…”
“I’ll grab you another pack on the way home.”
>There’s that smile

>>32192532
All I have at the moment, might be able to kick out more tonight. If not, then definitely tomorrow. Once again, feel free to give any critiques or flat out rip me apart.

So, /k/.
Would you a cute ship girl?

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>>32192817
Of course.

on break until further notice

>>32192397
Poor guy, getting cucked by his rifle. Should get AK. AK never leaves you

>>32192189
we are all stuck in this trap bound to die...
Any ways have you guys seen death stranding by hedio kojima? airborn skeletons with either m14 or m1 garands, and douglas skyraiders fuck yeah https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlXQ93Yhw2s

>>32193338
no what he should do is burn out the barrel of that harlot rifle. Fire it till the barrel melts https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BSizVpfqFtw

>>32192897
>boat

>>32193442
>u-boat
>not a boat
Just because there's water above her doesn't make her not a boat.

I'm going to post the link to my Fallout: New Vegas inspired story, Desert Mosaic, if anyone is interested. To the analytical I dropped two song references in it, one fairly obvious and the other pretty tough to find.

I hope you guys enjoy!

http://pastebin.com/zK8SN054

>>32193436
what would this be equivalent of doing to a Geist would this be torture??
Or just really kinky sex

>>32193116
Hurry back. I need more tanks.

>>32192500
What kind of animal shits AFTER a shower?

>>32193527
doubt it. Bad times are ahead

>>32181821
Since I was packed ahead of time I decided to inspect my new arm covering that Stubs made for me a few days ago..

She said it would take 2 days but then it stretched on. She was really anal retentive about the design and details. Heck I mean she even configured the flip lighter in the thumb.

I swear to god she even included the in game scratches on the paint.

"Man Germans really are anal compulsive about detail." I said to no one in particular.

"Yes we are unlike you haphazard slovenly Americans."

I heard stubs reply with a chuckle.

I turned around and saw her standing in the door way.

"God damn Stubs you are one hell of a sneaky bastard. You almost gave me a heart attack." I said while trying to regain my composure.

Oddly she was wearing her military uniform.
Generally she preferred wearing some khakis and a t shirt with a white dress shirt.

"uhh are you invading Poland again or is this the eastern front electric bogolo 2.0?"
I said with a shit eating grin.

" God anon sometimes I think I should have accidentally lobotomized you." She said in response.

I quickly replied "Come on Stubs we both know that wouldn't make a whole hell of a lot of a difference."

As the last words left my mouth I walked forward and grabbed her in a bear hug.

She squirmed trying to escape. But with my prosthetic arms escape was impossible.

"anon let go of me." She protested.

" I'm sorry Stubs I cannot let you do that." I said in dead pan copy of Hal.

As Stubs desperately tried to wriggly her way out of my grasp she said."And to think I felt bad for you when you came out of surgery I have created a monster."

"Why yes Victor Frankenstein you did create a monster, a hug monster." I loosened my grip and ruffled her hair.

She shot me a some what annoyed look but I knew she enjoyed playing this silly game.

"So really what's up with the outfit are you going somewhere?" I asked.

>>32193418
Gotta admit, I'm pretty fucking stoked about that. I know nothing of it past the trailer and I'm stoked. And I've heard that it's gonna be on PC too, so that's a plus.

>>32192549
I'm liking it, especially with the increased characterization of Katya and Shelly
>Shelly naked under the blankets
Kek

>>32193674
Godspeed Fluffy, wishing you the best.

>>32193740
She put her best stern face on, and replied
" Well we rifles are taking some of the pistols out on a camping trip in the wilderness. Nothing will do the little ones any better then time outdoors."

"So what are you doing here?" I asked.

"Well I wanted to invite you. I figured you might want to do something fun. But seeing as you are already packed it would seem someone else informed you."

I sat down on the edge of my bed
"Yeah Ray told me early in the morning, when I was getting food."
Stubs sat down next to me and nestled up on my arm.

Since my rehab therapy she has been a lot more touchy feely with her emotions. Instead of the strict German authoritarian she has mellowed out into a somewhat stern but loving girl who tried her best to express her feelings.

"So what are we going to do to kill the time. nothing good comes out of a girl and a guy sitting on a bed." I said with a dry sarcastic tone.

Stubs immediately bolted up like a v 2 rocket and her face was red as tomato.

" I never think of things like that. Dear god why are you such a pervert anon, Mabey I still need to reprogram that brain of yours. Really suggesting such indecent things." She rattled it off at a rate that would impress an MG 42, her voice quavered with each word.

"Jeez Stubs chill. I'm just joking."

Her face was still bright red.
"Anon you don't joke about stuff like that. Saying such things to a women is uncouth and barbaric."

I looked at my flustered rifle.

" Alright alright will you feel better if I buy you a train simulator?"
I didn't expect a reply to this, yet shortly afterwards I heard a deep inhale followed by.

"Wait they have rail simulators, I always wanted to be a train driver. going to different stations while staying on time, moving thousands of people and items. Do they really make such a wondrous game? This better not be a joke."

She looked at me with both hope and anger. Hope that the game existed the anger was there if it was a lie.

>>32193502
Hair = barrel
Flaming hair I suppose.
>>32193674
Best of luck.

all bins are up to date except things in this thread. so to explain more, all previous shit has been caught. except shit in this thread.

>>32193932
"Yes stubs there is a game its called Euro rail simulator. I think its made by a German company. You can get it on steam for pretty cheap I have enough steam credits to get it."

I'm not sure how I felt about having a light rail enthusiast in my house.

"And the game is made by Germans , this pretty much makes up for losing the war."
She exclaimed.

She was practically jumping up and down. Actually she was jumping up and down.

"Easy there don't go blowing a piston seal or something." I said to the eager rifle.

As I got up to go to the computer to install the game I felt two arms grab me around the waist almost restraining me I looked down and saw Stubs practically fused to my left side.

" Uh stubs how can I get to the computer with you like this?"

She looked up at me and said
" Anon I cant control my self, If I don't hold on to something I might fall down."

As much as I tried I could not dislodge the Stubborn Stub from my left side.

" Also this is pay back for earlier." She added on.

Oh well what's an anon to do. I merely waddled with Stubs attached to my side .

As I sat down on the chair Stubs sat down on top of me.

T his was a rather forward and unusual move for her.

"Umm Stubs you are on my lap, I cant really see the computer can you move?"

"No its more efficient and faster this way."
She said as the computer turned on and she logged into steam.

This was a rather awkward situation for me . As she was pretty much vibrating with excitement. Actually I'm not even sure how the fuck that's even possible, yet she did.

" Stubs can you stop doing that strange vibrating thing, your freaking me out."

"Oh that's not me its the tanks. they have been repaired they are probably just driving by."

My life has become so absurd I just accepted this statement without question.

After 20 minuets she had installed the game, and fired it up.

She picked out berlin Germany and choose a German bullet train to drive.

>>32194092
"So any chance I can get up now."

I asked hoping to escape from the crushing weight of her butt.

"Sorry anon you cant, i might miss the schedule for the pick up at the next station, also you make a good back rest your chest is really comfy."
She replied.

Apparently I had been relegated to comfy chair status.

I'm pretty sure she didn't realize what an awkward situation she put me in she was laser focused on the train game.

I sat there trying to control a certain part of the male antomy.
"come on anon just think of dead puppies and dogs shot by the atf," I thought to myself.

It didn't help that she kept readjusting her self every few minutes.

Dear god this is torture.
Roughly 45 minutes had passed, Stubs had stayed on schedule for her virtual train ride. Her margin of error between the stated time of arrival and actual was only .01 seconds.

By this point is was getting physically painful for me. Yet Stubs remaind blissfully unaware of the biological forces at work below.

"Stubs can I use the bathroom. I really have to go." I said feigning the need to empty my bladder.

"Alright anon you can go use the bathroom." She said with her eyes glued to the screen."

She lifted her butt from my la.

I immediately took advantage of this and quickly exited the chair and ran off to the bathroom where I immediately took the coldest shower in my life.

>>32193963
yeah but what about the melting heat guard?
i mean every one says that the heat guards are boobs and i don't want to imagine melting boobs.

>>32193534
Shit happens man.

>>32193832
I'm really enjoying writing for those two, especially Shelly.

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>>32194344
I think that way back in the first days of /wfg/ we came to the consensus that meltdowns were akin to torture and possibly death.

>>32194611
Oh... May they rest in peace then...

>>32193674
Goodluck JT.

>>32193338
I just hope that anon continues, I see that story going places.

>>32194659
At Annie needs to punch some sense into that rifle.
Making anon feel depressed. That's a monster.

>>32194344
>>32193502
You know those doujins where the girl gets heart pupils and can't stop drooling and talking about dick?

That, that's what happens.

>>32194912
Is it fixable or permeant.

>>32194950
Seeing as barrels are replaceable?

It's up to you.

>>32193674
Mind if I ask why?

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>>32192397
Can we take moment to acknowledge the fact that if geists were real, and as bombshell gorgeous as we portray them to be, this would be the outcome for the vast majority of us here. A 90 percent chance at minimum.

>>32195199
Well the original idea for all this was that the geists were meant to be companions to the soldier in the field (if we go by guard's cannon) so I feel that a geist would attempt to get as close to their owner as possible but this was all any moons ago and the concept of the geists has evolved since then.

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>>32195199
Which is why you take them out and shoot them until they can't think of anything but your hands running over them as you dump mag after mag.

Have a little self-confidence.

>>32195330
And apparently my big meaty hands can hit all the buttons but the m on my phone to allow me to spell many instead of fucking up and spelling any.

>>32192387
>>32192397
Kill yourself cuck.

>>32195344
He's right you know.

>>32195344
This man knows his shit. Also there is pretty much a 1 to 1 ratio of guns and humans in America so there would be no shortage.. If anything there would be too many females..

So I'll be leaving on vacation this week and I felt I had to leave a little something before I go. Sorry it took forever for those who were waiting for it.

http://pastebin.com/0WsGRBnW

Sopwith Camel Story

June 6th, 1917

"Cadets! Line up, front and center!"
Our instructor bellowed out to a group of air cadets, including me, relaxing, smoking, and/or playing cards until we were to be lined up. Packs of cards were shuffled together, and cigarettes hit the ground and were extinguished by boots. A line of 16 cadets were in front of the instructor. I stood toward the leftmost side. I was the tallest, thinnest one in my class, giving me the nickname "Lamppost". My moustache was thin and dark, a simple line over my upper lip. My hair was brown, and my eyes were green.

I looked quite different to my best friend at the time, a man by the name Charlie Albert. He was short, barrel chested, fair haired, and clean shaven. However, he was one of the funniest, nicest guys I knew. He was also a hell of a pilot.

Our instructor paced in front of the line, looking st all of us. He then began to speak.

"Congratulations, men, you've succeeded in passing flight school, and are now officially Second Leftenants in the Royal Flying Corps."

The instructor gazed over us, his face stone as he spoke.

"By now, I'm sure you all know how dangerous being a pilot is. In April, we had over 300 deaths by the end of the month. Over 300 young men lost. Over 300 devasstated families."

The cadets certainly did know about Bloody April. In fact, it was when the majority of people who weren't cut out for the corps dropped out. Mention of the death figure caused several nervous glances to occur, everyone suddenly aware of their mortality.

"But fear not, gentlemen, as I believe you will do better. All of you preformed outstandingly well during your training. Hell, a few of you are men I'd like up there with me. Just remember your training, and you'll live to see another day."

The nervous glances stopped, everyone looking straight ahead.

"You all have 30 minutes to gather your belongings and report back to prepare for transfer. Dismissed."

I just read the start of "damaged goods" and, goddamn, I wasn't expecting that out of them.

It's always good to have at least one person that came back from being that damaged so they can help the next one.

Keep going, man. I hope to read more.

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>>32195435
My man, you just made my night.

>>32195738
Glad you're enjoying it bro

>>32195757
Hey, by any chance did you reply to an update of mine before with that same gif?

>>32195828
Probably, I think I've posted this gig once before.

>>32195795
Mind if I ask where you decided on those names?

Anna, Michelle, Sally, and Sarah seem rather American, and I can understand the concept, but WHY?

>>32195847
Well, I am american, and those are American guns. I just liked those names I suppose.

>>32195731

Everyone fell out of line, and I walked abreast with Charlie.

"Well, we finally did it."

He looked at me, smiling a bit.

"That we did, Henry, that we did."

Our boots clumped on the dirt path out of tandem, his steps faster than my own. I opened the door to the barracks, heading to my bunk and popping my footlocker open. I reached under my bed and grabbed my suitcase, packing in my clothes. I rolled up my shirts, trousers, and my socks, folding up my underwear st the bottom.

Then, I put in my small bag of toiletries including my toothbrush and razor. Beside that I put in a couple books, and lastly, I put the picture of me with my mum and dad in the left breast pocket of my fatigues. Everyone has their little trinkets, me included.

I reported back to the parade grounds, suitcase in hand. A couple transport trucks were waiting for us, which we climbed into. I saw our instructor give us a salute as we left, which many returned.

A couple hours later, our truck arrived near a port in Dover, hopping off the trucks in our new Second Leftenant uniforms with newfound swagger. People looked st us longer than normal, and many women eyed quite a bit of us. We entered the terminal building, and we saw a section labeled for military personell. We were told to line up at it. After a few minutes of waiting, I got to the front of the line. The female behind the counter asked me for my name.

"Henry Evans."

She reached into a filing cabinet, rifling through it until she found my name. It was a folder containing my military ID, medical papers, all of the formal paperwork. She then hands me a boat ticket.

"Looks like you're going to France, sir."

I then had an 'oh shit' moment.

I was going to be on the front lines.

I thanked her and left the line, carrying my folder. I didn't see Charlie anywhere, but through the grapevine I had heard he got stationed in London, acting as reserve.

Lucky bastard.

>>32195867

After a lengthy boat ride to Northern France, I arrived at an airfield in Calais. After I was given a tour of the place, one of the mechanics was assigned to show me my new aircraft. He lead me to a hanger full of planes, and led me to one in particular.

It was a cream colored Sopwith Camel outfitted with two Maxim machine guns at the nose, a single targeting reticule between them. The wings had the RFC roundel painted on them, one on the tail section as well. As I looked at my new craft, the mechanic was explaining some of the things about it.

"You might want to be a little careful on takeoff, she's tail heavy at full fuel load. Also, the propeller torque is higher than normal, so account for that too."

I talked with him for a little while longer, sitting inside the cockpit of my new plane. I grasped the controls, getting a feel for them as the ailerons and flaps actuated to steer the plane in a currently non-existstant strong wind.

I then decided to take my family photo out of my breast pocket. I sighed, taking some tape the mechanic left and attatching it in a free space on the control panel. Suddenly, I hear a voice in my ear.

"So, you're my new pilot, huh?"


End here for tonight, I'm tired as fuck.

>>32195847
I guess I could elaborate a bit maybe... Michelle is a bit of a play of words since the short name is Shelly. As far as Anna goes, I have just always liked that name, and my 1903a3 is one of my favorite rifles.

>>32195844
Nice. It gives me a warm fuzzy feeling to identify someone that like my writing.

Buump

Slow goings this morning. Looking to have more of Chapter 3 out soonish.

>>32193502
Forcing them to run without stopping, and making them continue even when their legs fail

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>>32192549
I thoroughly enjoyed this. Can't wait for the next update!
Kat is something else!

>>32188309
>don't forget lewd
We'll find out soon enough, won't we?

>>32188484
Rose will remain a PURE.

>>32188806
>stealing your smug anime girls
A travesty...

>>32193674

take the time you need, we'll be here

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I haven't been on /k/ in a while and this thread is amazing

keep it up you magnificent faggots

>>32197973
>ore.
some men just want to steal smug anime girls and watch the world burn.

>>32194227
I stayed in m Ice cold shower for what felt like an eternity.

As I exited the shower I looked at the time displayed in the virtual HUD system I had.

"Well its 12:45 I better get going to the parking garage." I said to no one in particular.

After I got changed back into my clothes and exited the bathroom, I decided to check on Stubs and see how she was doing.

She was still glued to the computer screen, she hadn't moved an inch since I left her.

" Still playing the train game?" I said out loud.

She didn't respond.

A devious plan formulated in my head.

I quietly walked out of the room and went into the kitchen and retrieved multiple ice cubes.

As I snuck back into the room I observed Stubs she was still focused on the computer.

I steadily advanced upon her position.
It was like a lion stalking a gazelle at a watering hole.

When I was within arms length of her I slowly stood up and then I shouted.
"Cheeki Breeki" And released the payload of ice cubes down her back.

" Ahh what the fuck its so cold god damn slavs." Stubs said as she whipped around frantically trying to get the ice cubes out of her shirt.

As she moved around frantically flailing her arms she almost fell face first as she tripped over a power cord. But I caught her by the shoulder.

"Geez Stubs you need to pay more attention to your surroundings."

As she shook out the last of the ice cubes she responded
" What the hell anon if you wanted my attention you could have just said my name."

"Stubs I did say your name you were just too engrossed in the train simulator to realize it."

Her facial expression was that of someone who knew they were wrong but couldn't admit it.

" Well anon I didn't hear you. Mabey you should have said my name louder."

This is what I loved about Stubs, how god damn Stubborn she could be at times.

I put her in a lose headlock and messed with her hair and said.

"Come on now Stubs we have to get going for the camping trip."

>>32197973
Glad you're enjoying the Krink!

>>32192532

Damaged Goods Chapter 3 (cont.)

>Everyone is gathering in the kitchen, lining up to get their fill
>All but one

>Stepping into the shop, you see Sophie still curled in the corner, wrapped in the fleece blanket
>She appears to be asleep, but is moving slightly, quietly mumbling
>Squatting down, you place a hand on her shoulder, giving her a gentle shake

>”Hey, Sophie, today's the big day”
>Nothing
>Shaking her a bit more
“Soooooophieeeee. Wakey wa-”
>In one smooth motion she grabs your wrist, twisting your arm over into a partial lock
>Steely blue eyes full of hatred

>Jesus, she is strong
“Agh…-fuck... Whoa now girl… it's just me.” you mutter in a poor attempt to hide your discomfort

>Those eyes locked in on you grow softer as she seems to comes back to reality
>Realizing what she she doing, your arm is quickly released
>Oh thank god…
>Hateful eyes seemingly turning to fear and sorrow at what she has done

>”A-anon, I...didn’t mean...” tears starting to choke her up
>Pulling in her knees tightly, she hides her face in them
“I know, I know” you say, placing a hand back on her shoulder
“Nightmare?”
>*nodding*
“Do you want to talk about it?”
>”No…”
“We all have them, don't worry about it.”

>Sitting down on the floor, you scoot up next to her, leaning against the wall
“You know what would make you feel better?”
>A muffled ”Hmmm?” in response
“Anna’s pancakes, they're about as close to heaven as you can get down here, there's bacon too.”
>Now visible, her face tells of obvious confusion
>You've never had to explain pancakes before…
“Just trust me they're really tasty, especially if you like sweets. The bacon helps to balance it out too.”
>”More food, so soon?” her eyes grown wide
“Of course, everyone typically eats breakfast dinner around here. Everyone usually skips lunch, but you're more than welcome to it if you'd like.”

>>32199480

Damaged Goods Chapter 3 (cont.)

>Her whole world looks like it was turned upside down
“Of course it won't always be so grand as last night, but Anna has yet to dissapoint… what you need to watch out for is when I step in the kitchen.” giving her a nudge and a wink
>A small grin forming on her face

“So think you're ready to meet some of the girls?”
>”I don't know Anon…”
“I promise they won't bite.”
>”...”
“Ah...that was a joke… anyway, you're going to have to meet them soon anyway since we are going to the range together, might be over some good food, right?”
>Still no response

>Standing up, you reach out and offer her your hand.
“And I’ll be right there with you the whole time.”
>Slender, pale hands slide out from beneath the blanket, grasping your own
>Hoisting herself up

>Sophie takes in a deep breath
>”Okay, let’s go.”

Felt this was a good place to stop. More Chapter 3 to come soon.

>>32194344
No no no no no. Furnitures and parts are akin to articles of clothing. Why do you think they're all hot and bothered and embarrased when you field strip them?

>>32191066
Check Nyaa or Pirate Bay

>>32200324
Issue is I'm on campus and they monitor torrent connections...

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>>32200343
>smartphone
>unlimited data connection
>find magnet link for whatever the fuck you want
>email it to yourself
>copy magnet link info
>open phone torrent app (mine is Ttorrent Lite)
>paste in magnet link you copied to pic related
>just wait
>then enjoy

>>32200343
Ahh... Say, does your phone have hotspot services and a good connection?

>>32200379
issue is my cellphone service plan is att and t shit. Only one gb of data a per payment cycle

>>32199490
>Damaged Goods
Or - "How To Assist Your Geist With Recovering From A Lifetime of Abuse: Everything You Do Is Wrong, Even If It's Right"

>>32200343
>year of our lord 1911+105
>niggas don't know about VPN

>>32200407
Elucidate, dear sir

>>32182356

That M10 IS A BLOODY SPPPPYYYYY

>>32200412
Virtual Private Network. A proxy. Download the VPN connection app of your choice, and the school won't be able to catch you torrenting as long as you're connected to the VPN.

>>32199247
Stubs suddenly remembered that there was other things to do other then pilot virtual trains.

"Oh the camping trip I completely forgot." she exclaimed.

I'm not sure how worried I should be over her addiction to trains, generally that is a sign of some sort of mental neurosis.

"so are you packed and ready." I asked her.

She replied "Ja ja I'm ready. I packed all my gear ahead of time and its at the parking garage lets get going."

As we walked out of the house I couldn't help but notice that stubs seemed to be walking as if she couldn't move the upper half of her body.

" Hey Stubs are you okay? You look a little stiff."

She stopped walking and adjusted her shoulders and replied " Its this new hand guard every one says you should wear. It just doesn't fit right."

I was a little confused until I remembered that she was a gun and was probably unfamiliar with the human terms.
"Oh the bra.. Well if its one of those underwire things yeah its going to feel restrictive."

As I said that she attempted to adjust the uncomfortable undergarment without taking her shirt off.

"Hey stubs can you turn into a rifle I want to see your new heat shield."

She blushed slightly and said "okay anon."
She vanished and was replaced by the STG 44.

Now what I saw before me confused my mind. Some how they had managed to put a Magpul MOE rifle hand guard on the STG 44.

Suffice to say my mind was sufficiently blown..
Dear god why would you do this I thought to myself as I picked up the STG 44.

I put it back down, and said
"Stubs we are going back to take that off I'm not sure who or how the hell you got it on but your old hand guard is going back on."

She popped right um in front of me with tears in her eyes.

"But I want to be like all the newer rifles. They all have these cool hand guards and things that let you attach a bunch of accessories and its really useful.."

>>32200462
I have used VPN in the past they work great, I also have one on my phone..

>>32200405
From the same author who brought you "Obsessed: How to Keep Your Marriage Healthy When Living with possessive Geists."

>>32200475
I looked at the crying girl in front of me..

I gave Stubs a hug and said
" Look I'm sure we can work something out and come up with a solution. But you shouldn't be forcing random hand guards upon your self. Hell I'm not even sure how you got that on."

Stubs was still sniffling.

"look if it makes you feel any better I will try machining you a new hand guard and seeing if I cant make it compatible with all the newest rails."

Upon hearing that a smile formed on her face.

"Really anon you would do that?"

"Yes Stubs I would."

>>32200516
You know you are going to have to make a story where there is a married guy but he has a really territorial Geist.
Imagine all the shenanigans .
"anon why didn't you buy me a ring."

"I'm sorry dear I had to take my gun out shooting."

>>32200558
More like the gun is asking, "anon why didn't you buy ME a ring?"

>>32200610
go for it I would love to see some one write an actual wife Geist conflict guide..
Lord only knows how much issues my mom and dad had because of the "BOAT"

>>32200655

A boat is a hole in a lake you try to fill with money.

The second happiest day in a boat owner's life is the day they buy it.
The happiest is when they sell it.

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>>32183982

"No Jerry, nobody is going to pull another Hiroshima, especially if it's in the United States." Ian says, turning around to face his brothers.

"I want them all dead!" Peter screams again, kicking the chair once more, this time breaking in the wicker weaving of the back of it. The raging brother turns around from the chair, now facing his two brothers, and runs two hands over his hair, slicking it back. "I'll be damned if I'm going to sit by and let these motherfuckers take over our country."

Ian unfolds one of his arms and points at peter with a stern look.

"They won't." He corrects him, "The fact is, Pete, is that we won't let them take it over." Ian then returns his arm to his other, crossing them once more.

"Tomorrow we're coming from leave early, both of us. We'll return to our divisions and we'll go from there; understand?" Ian says to Peter, who hesitates momentarily before nodding in reply.

"What will I do?" Jerry asks, brows furrowed thoroughly in discomfort.

"Listen carefully," Ian starts, walking to Jerry and putting a hand on his left arm, gripping tightly as he takes a second to figure out what the little brother to do. "Go down to town hall tomorrow and join the local militia. Take the thirty-aught-six from the cabinet up there with you and make sure you let whoever is recruiting you know you know how to use it. Otherwise you're treated like a baby." Once Ian is done explaining, he motions for Peter to come closer to him and Jerry.

Pete obliges and Ian immediately puts his arms around his two brothers, hugging both of them tightly. "This is it," Thinks Ian.

"This is the last time we'll be together."

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>>32200610

Yeah, tell me about it. Come home from work one day and find my computer background changed - pic related.

>"Don't look at me, I already told you I don't know how that got there."

Mmm-hmm... *suuuuure* you don't.

>>32201331
So I have been thinking of writing a story where a Geist ends up having to be the care taker of a child after, the child's parents die...

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>>32201396
Please write it. That is quite a bit different than whats been written here. That sound interesting as fuck.

I'm also curious how the child would end up.

Do it pls.

>>32201396
Do it. The feels potential is so high.

>>32201438

It was a quiet day at the small church in Starks county Maine.
Despite the best efforts of the bright summer sun nothing could dispel the feeling of sorrow and sadness that coagulated around the gathered mass of people.

By this time the last rights had been given and every one had spoken, all that was left to do was to place the caskets into the soft cool soil.

As the casket was lowered the crying of a child could be heard followed by shouts of protest

"Stop it they aren't dead, they cant be dead."

The source of the sound was the couples son. He was no more then 7 years old. Tears ran down from his sky blue eyes, his face was red from crying.

A women who was appeared to be no more then 18 years old gently restrained the child.

She had walnut colored hair and striking green eyes, that contrasted against her formal black dress.

"Mike I know it is hard to understand but they aren't here anymore." She tried to say this as kindly as she could. Although this was not made any easier by the weight of her own sadness.

The anguish filed child managed to break free and attempted to run towards the caskets.

He was roughly stopped by a pair of well callused hands.

He tried to shake off the man holding him back but his attempts failed.

The child soon found him self held aloft in the air by a pair of strong arms that belonged to Richard.

The man had a well weathered but gentle face, his hair was greying and the thick glasses he wore betrayed his advancing age.

Richard spoke slowly

"Look I know it isn't easy losing your parents, I lost mine when I was twice your age and it wasn't any easier."

Michal was overwhelmed with emotions. The child couldn't do anything but cry.

Richard adjusted his grip and held him next to his shoulder.

He didn't say anything to the child he just let him cry.

There wasn't much he could say to the child, he wouldn't lie and tell him it would get any better or easier as time went on.

>>32201641
Did you just swipe anons story idea...?

>>32201668
it was mine.

>>32201678
I generally throw ideas out without posting my name.
Its a strange habit, I have.
The main reason I do it is to avoid having bad ideas pegged to me.

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Cute panzergril crew writefagging when?

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>>32201641
As the coffins were slowly lowered into the ground, mike started sobbing.

Richard turned towards the women who was originally holding the child.

He slowly walked over, to the women and said
"Sarah I think it might be easier if we took him somewhere else I think this might be too much."

Sarah slowly nodded her head in agreement.

They walked towards the parking lot and sat down on a bench.

Mike was hysterically crying, the only thing they could do was let the child cry himself out.

15 minuets had past since they first sat down on the bench, finally the child had cried himself out.

>>32201715
....you mean JTfag?

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>>32191260
you could try to bin your own stuff

>>32201748
Richard looked over to Sarah and looked at mike who had cried himself to sleep.

"Look I will put him in the car, you can drive him back home alright."

She merely nodded her head in agreement.

Richard walked towards the old Jeep Cherokee, and waited for Sarah to unlock it.

When she did he opened the rear passenger door and put Mike in the child seat and strapped him in securely. After that he shut the door and walked around to Sarah and gave her a hug.

"I know this cant be easy on you, I mean you have know Ben for almost as long as I had. I- I- will be there if you need anything."

Richard stuttered with the last part of his sentence. The grief of losing his good friend finally caught up to him.

"Thanks for the offer, its going to be really hard on Mike I cant imagine how hard its going to be for him."

Richard looked back at the child in the back seat and said

"Yeah well I cant imagine how hard things are going to be. I mean sure Ben put you in as the god parent of their kid but the fact remains that you are a Geist. I really am not sure how things will work out legally with those god damn lawyers and public assholes."

Sarah readjusted her hair as it was caught by a slight gust of wind.

"Well financially we aren't too worried, sa apparently Jens parents left her all their money when they died." She paused and chuckled slightly remembering the past and said
" As for ben well you know him he would squirrel away coins like there was no tomorrow."

Richard had a sorrowful laugh

" Yeah I remember when we were teens he would pick up just about every damn penny he saw on the ground, and he was probably the only person in this damn town that actually used the store coupons, hell if I remember correctly the reason he got you was that he figured a rifle chambered in 25-06 would be cheaper to shoot then 30-06 because he could cast the bullet using less lead."

They both reminisced in memories long gone.

any ways I'm probably going to bin the story and clean up a few errors that it has.

That's it for today.

>>32200558
>>32200610
And here I was musing to do a fic in which a couple of geists try to get an anon a GF/wife

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>my story, with the updated part 15, is now up to 40800 words
>mfw

There will be a new part soon, a short bit to get something out of the way that just didn't fit with what I had so far, between acts I & 2.

But it's at least a week away. Finals and all that jazz.

Sorry for the wait everyone.

>>32202182
that's an interesting thought.
Now my question is how hard would it be for the rifles to find a pro funs women...

>>32192549
yay

loved it

>>32202242
That's why it'd also be a comedy, in that the geists try to do a lot of the heavy lifting for the anon and make some mistakes along the way.

>>32202432
would be hilarious if they just got feed up trying to find women and then just tried to pass another Geist off as an actual women and try to prevent the guy from finding this out. going as far to hire actors to be her parents and making up a whole fake childhood for her to tell him.

>>32202182
I can neither confirm nor deny that this idea was something I considered.
Not sure if I'm going to follow through with it.

Haven't slept in 42 hours, so don't expect an update tonight, fuck you Fallout 4 and tank sloots.

>>32202512
Nah, the point to find him an actual human gf/wife is to "make more future soldiers" or something akin. If they wanted to find him a partner, they'd continue to allow him to try and impregnate a sock

>>32202542
I don't take credit for this idea, it came from Anon_Kun, but I haven't seen anything go beyond that.

>>32202565
dear god that last part about trying to impregnate a sock fucking killed me. I'm dying here laughing my ass off.

>>32202542
Well I think that anon will have to marry his sock man. Just from my experience most chicks want nothing to do with guns. Hell even most young guys will look at you funny if you say you go target shooting, or at least in college.
We are in dark times...

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>>32192817
Of course.

Although in terms of shipgirls, I prefer the concept of "mental modules" from archipelago of blue steel.

>>32202661
Meh, both my sisters are okay with it, with one of them even bringing some of friends to go shooting a couple years ago. There are also some I know that do hunt as well. So it's not all lost.

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posting stuff for inspiration

https://i.4cdn.org/wsg/1480814030438.webm

Napoleonic steamship combat when?

I think we all know the response to
Would you a cute (insert military object or weapon) girl.
We are on k if you say you wouldn't either you are lying or you don't belong here.

>>32195435
Holy shit I almost missed this!

YES YES

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>>32199490
Another great chapter.

>>32200405
>>32200516
Or pic related

>>32201396
Reminds me of that one post story where the rifle watches her owner go through life.

>>32203004
Well it originally started out as a thought of
how would society react to a non human parent ex androids .
I merely moved it from scifi to Geist.

>>32202102
>>32202138
Sad, but good.

Looking forward to more.