/wfg/ Writefag General - Tanks Tanks Tanks Edition

>>32423373
Before bed bump

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>>32423373

>>32424244
And just like that, I really like the Gripen.
Would it be considered a plane loli?

>>32424415
she's short and innocent, but she's still of legal age, also she's way too developed to be loli

>>32424484
I thought the guys who made those claim bust size is payload/weight ratio.

Anyway, she a qt

>>32424510
she most certainly is...well-equipped

best girl in the manga

https://mega.nz/#F!x4JD1RzD!4_nIFmI2sBdSYg14j7pIdA

I had dropped this on /his/ the other day, reckoned I'd post the link here too.

I've a ton more books on wars (Ancient up to the Iran-Iraq War) and shit like that if anyone else is interested.

Like tanker excerpts?
Highly recommending "Tank Warfare in World War II" by George Forty.
>ywn cook porkchops on a pan supported by track bolts

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>make bins
>update sticky
>update folders
>remove traces of the link of the hidden lewd and post it on its folder

>>32424415
Gripen is short stack considering its a small plane with an oversized payload capacity..

I mean it can carry 5 tons of ordnance which is equivalent to some of the lighter ww2 bombers

fuck it today I will do some q and a

Firstly the anon from my first story mining anon is based on a guy I met in college who is black and has a huge obsession with ww2 and planes. Not only that but he runs right of just about every ones politics, I half expect him to be an Luftwaffe officer in black face with the way he talks about the me 109s and the BF series of aircraft and his hatred of the movie red tales.. Mainly with regards to the fact with how it treats 20mm rounds doing nothing to planes and its terrible representation of actual aerial combat .

second the reason for my north eastern based locations is that I would frequently travel to various places in Maine and upstate new York for the holidays to go skiing.
I got a good appreciation for the outdoors there and saw it as a reservoir of natural beauty. Although I was distinctly aware of the economic challenges.

Seasonal non-canon writing, just because.
Serial-One, signing on.

You must say, being inside a FV101 Scorpion for three hours to take cover from a harsh tropical rainstorm is not something to yearn for. It is damn cold, if it wasn't for the trusty old poncho liner you snagged from the local milsurp outlet.

Amelia snugs herself up against you, attempting to get you to wrap your arms around her. "Ha, good luck", you think, basking at what little warmth tucking your arms up under the liner.

In under a minute, you would eventually give in to her unspoken request and end up doing the wrap-around. A +2 net increase in warmth, you thought, not to mention that it is much more comfortable.

Your right arm laden, you pull out the trusty smartphone from your tattered backpack. 2 hours away from the 25th of December, a glance at the cracked screen confirms.

Two hours away from Christmas Eve.

From your knowledge, there should be a water heater in this vehicle, it being British and all. Instant ramen for two should suffice for a nice meal.

Your mind strays over to the USP 'geist. Where is she now? Ever since the mall skirmish, you had no sign on where she went. Did her and Bill's merge did her a heavy toll? Where is that guy too?

A few more thoughts led your eyes over to the hot water tap. You try to reach over to it, but Amelia gives you a hard time budging, having pinned down your arm against the wall.

Fuck it, you just leave the attempt for tomorrow and settled your hear against hers.

Her hair does indeed smell of WD-40.

>>32426061
>2 hours away from the 25th of December, a glance at the cracked screen confirms.
>Two hours away from Christmas Eve.
pick one (Christmans Eve is 24th, 25th is Christmas day)

>>32426111
WITNESSED

>>32426155
"trips don't lie!"
-Shakira

>>32426155
nor do dubs for that matter (bear with me, I am Tavastean, so I am always a few minutes behind everyone else...)

another lonely Christmas... no rifle to keep me warm or qt robot... this truly is suffering :) jk.

Some one needs to make a holiday themed rifle story

>>32426351
stand by, I'm in the middle of Christmas sauna (taking a short break), I'll see if I can come up with something in an hour or so...

Almost done with Hotline Part 6 on my end. Just a few more scenes and I should be good to release it. However, I have some stuff for Christmas I still need to do! Feck!

>>32426395
ok I've got nothing at this time, maybe I'll sample some more 40% alc.vol. spearmint & salmiakki -liquor as I look for inspiration...

Two more hours before six in the morning, and I cannot sleep. Once I begin to fall, I get this spooked feeling and wake back up woth a racing pulse.

Help.

>>32426991
welcome to the world of sleep apnea and sleep paralysis.

I literally wake up in a pool of sweat. Generally alcohol helps or any anti anxiety drug aka Xanax or an NSRI .

>>32426864
hmm I had an idea for a short involving a pole who receives both a German and Russian gun for Christmas who engage in a battle over who is his personal gun..

not sure if good idea or just shit. Most likely shit.

http://pastebin.com/mMcWWQZ0

Posting fortunates masterpiece from last night. due to some stuff he got a three day ban but is writing for you faggots still. in talks with him about how it will be delivered.

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Sorry for nearly a month of waiting, but Part 6 is finished for the holidays! Pastebin is below if you're feeling impatient, otherwise, I'll begin posting later tonight as I still have some stuff to do today.
http://pastebin.com/tjSLzZE1

>>32427689
Well that sucks. Sure, things did get a little silly last night, but I didn't expect a 3-day ban.

>>32427689
how did he get banned? I remember I got a blanket based ip address because some idiot posted in vg from our dorm and got us blocked...

Currently flat out on my back sick, trying to keep fluids from running out of both end.

Writing the next installment of Damaged Goods between bouts of nausea.

>>32427957
take it easy don't die on us...

>>32424244
a very large package gets delivered to your house..

As you open up the card board box suddenly a short girl with blond hair and blue eyes holding a smaller box pops out knocking you to the ground. She is wearing a Christmas outfit and seems to have a plane attached to her back.. There is confetti every where.

She says something in a language that is not gods English although it sounds cute.

She suddenly looks around confused as she sees no one and then looks down and sees that you are lying on the ground getting up..

>>32427957
take your time m8, health>life>>>>writing

>>32427957
Not being facetious...
What are your symptoms and/or main diagnosis (if seen by doc)?

>>32428325
it could be food poisoning or worst case scenario Botulism.

Most likely though he ate improperly prepared food and swallowed a toxin producing version of Ecoli and it is now nesting in his digestive track pumping out minor toxins causing him to vomit and shit his brains out.

He will probably make a full recovery with in 2-3 days as it works its way out of his system.

>>32428449
I would recommend eating bannans to keep your potassium levels up along with your blood sugar. Not only that but drink lots of water and avoid Gatorade as it can cause high blood sugar and contains 120 un needed calories and isn't filling stick to tap water.

>>32428449
Shut the fuck up and let the guy answer for himself. Speculation is retarded.

>>32427985
>a very large package gets delivered to your house..
>As you open up the card board box suddenly a short girl with blond hair and blue eyes holding a smaller box pops out knocking you to the ground. She is wearing a Christmas outfit and seems to have a plane attached to her back.. There is confetti every where.
>She says something in a language that is not gods English although it sounds cute.
>She suddenly looks around confused as she sees no one and then looks down and sees that you are lying on the ground getting up..
-tä vi-tack, samma på dig!

>>32428503
Dude, chill the fuck out. He just wants to help

>>32428528
yes this is the Christmas story we need anon gets a short stack gripen delivered to his house in a box..

ffs things happened & I am in no position to post anything legible, we shall try again tomorrow...

merry Christmas!
Hyvää Joulua!
God Jul!
etc.

>>32428581
Have a merry Christmas Tsuhna!

>>32428325
>>32428449
>>32428499
>>32428503
>>32428535
...it's just a stomach bug guys... no fever or anything else.

>>32428552
>>32428528
I'd say JT should do that if anyone. Maybe another day

>>32427734
He was very drunk and he went on a shitposting crusade across the site. Got banned for spamming other boards.

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>'Twas the night before /k/ristmas, when all through the house
>Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
>The raifus were hung by the chimney with care,
>In hopes that the Niggerclaus soon would be there;
>The dildos were nestled all snug in my ass;
>While visions of dragons danced between gas;
>And asleep at the battlestation, playing squeals young japs,
>I had just settled my brains after a long winter's fap,
>When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
>I sprang from my desktop to see what was the matter.
>Away to the window I flew like a flash,
>Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
>The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
>Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
>When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
>But a rap-bumping caddy and eight tiny nigger
>With a tattooed black driver so thieving and quick,
>I knew in a moment I'd shoot this damn prick.
>Strapped with twin C9s his hoodlums they came,
>And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
>"Now, Da'quon! now, Daron!
>now Julius and La'vaar!
>On, Tyrell! on, Keyshaun!
>on, Tyrone and Jamaar!
>To the top of the porch! Get your ass up that wall!
>Now hop up! hop up! hop up y'all!
>As the niggers scurried to climb up my roof,
>I turned on my webcam for defense shooting proof;
>So up on the housetop the the niggers they be,
>Then I strapped on my backup, a Glock 43—
>And then, in a twinkling, I heard over rafters,
>Tims crunching on shingles, and negro laughter.
>As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
>Down the chimney the Niggerclaus came with a bound.
>He was dressed all in swag, from his head to his foot,
>And his face was dark black and tarnished further with soot;
>My laptop and flat screen already flung on his back,
>Surely with his speed he'd be soon to attack.
>His demeanor was dreadful and full of hate!
>To my AR I surged like a river in spate!
>His sweaty black hand shot straight to his gun,
>But with my finger on the trigger, I thought I had won;

>>32428747
JT is still in the hospital.

>>32428882
>He was quick and his bullets riddled the floor,
>The speed of a cheetah, the true stuff of lore;
>But my 5.56 bullets burst though him with ease,
>Turning this black Santa into elfin Swiss cheese.
>He was chubby and plump, when he hit the ground,
>And the sound of him falling could be heard all around;
>His homies, they heard this, and came in a wink,
>Down my chimney they clambered, too stupid to think.
>In an instant they were upon me, seven in all,
>With 14 hi-points between them, I had to stall;
>So I backed to the wall and threw down my piece,
>Hoping not to get wasted if I could get them to cease;
>Now that I'd fooled them, I sprang for the light,
>I flicked off the switch and the room fell to night;
>Hitting the deck, I heard one of them shout,
>"OH SHIT! A-yo bix N00d muhfucka move out!"
>They started shooting and I thought I was dead,
>But their shots were too high and crashed overhead;
>Strapped to my hip, I remembered my Glock,
>I drew it and fired, the niggers got socked!
>With just one in the chamber and six in the mag,
>I dropped seven homies, but I don't mean to brag!
>With Christmas thus saved, I reached for the phone,
>And just after I called, I saw a figure alone;
>Down from the roof and now out on the lawn,
>Running back to the caddy to escape to the dawn;
>He might have been lucky in this little jaunt,
>If I hadn't already grabbed my Mosin-Nagant;
>I walked out to the driveway as he peeled away,
>Then I lined up the shot and stopped the big sleigh;
>The tire exploded and the car nearly flipped,
>Fucking with /k/? That's where he slipped!
>A few minutes later cops cleaned up the mess;
>They put eight in bags and one under arrest!
>And now I wish to all you here on this site,
>HAPPY /K/RISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!

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>>32428882
>>32428893
I see that /pol/ is leaking a bit into wfg again...

>>32428882
>>32428893
Hilarious, love it!

>>32428885
Yeah. Hence "another day". Anyone know how the poor thing is doing?

Is this where real greentext stories go?

My fiancee's family is coming over for Christmas tomorrow, and I need something to take my mind off of it.

>>32428935
Hate to pretend to be an oldfag, but niggers have been in 4chan use since it was started up, and /k/ has always been the home defense/riot protection guys. /pol/ is more of actual racism and jew type of stuff. Not to mention crossboarding is common, especially when /pol/ is pretty high traffic now.

>>32429019
Write anything. Usually it's humor threads that have anons doing stupid shit though

>>32429039
That makes sense, thanks senpai.

So i hear guard is drawing Light my Fire porn now

>>32428935
man the issue is its funny. Im not going to lie... The real problem is no one can tell the true pol tards between the bawdy racial humor which is a shame as I like a good joke.

Man why do extremist have to ruin every thing..

>>32429113
Wat?

>>32429113

Goes to WFG to write sees that some anon has posted that guard is making light my fire hentia... Great now I need to search for this shit on line..

>>32428882
>>32428893
gonna make a bin for this. this place makes me proud some days.

>>32429113
dude we dont even know what he's doing. we're pretty sure he has a secret hand in his beard he draws with.

>>32428654
Good. Now, it's shitty, but all you can really do is treat the symptoms and try for homeostasis.

>get an SR1911 for Christmas
>it hasn't bitten me yet after fondling it for quite a bit
>am a bit sad because of that
I blame you for that feel Vampirefag.

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>>32429113
Can confirm as Rose.

>>32429704

WW3 brakes out guard gets assigned to a motor pool as a mechanic.
Suddenly all m1 Abrams and Bradleys have sweet stylish pin up girls on them..

Unknown to every one they are all WFG charecters

>>32429724
FUND IT

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>tfw no early missile age naval fiction

>>32429724
a few of the M1 a2 sep v3 end up in the air and space museum for an exhibit on modern day art on military vehicles as the modern stealth planes cant have nose art.

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>Been in bed the entire day
>First time not seeing any family on Christmas Eve
>Still passing water

And finally
>tfw Anna will never take care of you while you're sick because geists aren't real

So, after dealing with writers block for 2 weeks and Cancun for 1 week, I finished up the latest section of Touching Feeling /k/ edition.

Approximately 35% more lewd, old friends, new rivals, and old 4chan references from 2007.

http://pastebin.com/Jj9Ytfy7

>>32430912
Fuck yes

>>32430859
>because geists aren't real

Blood,sweat and tears ritual anon.

>b-but geist transmutation is taboo!

Nothing is taboo if you are desperate enough.

>have Christmas Eve shooting tradition with family
>continue said tradition today
>wanted to try out new 1903-A3 I got as my present to myself from a black Friday thing
>two shots in, the handguard snaps at the upper sling band
>sadness

>>32431054
It sucks to be a trans humanist and know that the only thing keeping you from seeing cute cat eared girls is "muh religion."
Dear god do you even know how close we are to perfecting the human race through crispr??

I mean we are so close to having blue hair and purple eyes actual be a real thing man.

not to mention that some people are already trying to ban sex bots before they exist... fucking normies man

>>32431054
takes out colt peace maker puts a round in the cylinder and cocks the gun and places the barrel against head...

" Mabey in another life Geist will be real."

K loses another anon to Geist delusional syndrome.

Please help fund research to make Geist real so we never lose another anon to this illness again.

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And now that I am away from doing my Christmas Eve obligations, here is Hotline Waffegeist, Part 6

July 18th, 10:00pm the Apartment
>”It has been two weeks now since the death of Ray Brodkin. Ray Brodkin was a highly praised and controversial director and producer, most especially with his gun control stance and themes often featured in his movies. “
>”What could be described as a bloodbath, he and several unidentified men were found killed within one of his private residences. “
>”But in a twist of fate, not only was heroin found at this place of residence, but 30 caged up guns, known as waffengeist, along with various personal recordings of what could be described as ‘gun snuff.’”
>”The LAPD has not commented to if they suspect foul play was involved, while the city prosecutor is seeking charges of who may be responsible for Ray Brodkin’s death.”
>”In light of what was found in Mr. Brodkin’s residence, various pro-gun and pro-waffengeist groups have elected to take in and rehabilitate many of those found locked up and disassembled, along with demanding that politicians extend rights and protection to ensure this activity does not go unpunished.”
>”However, they are currently being denied and various gun control groups have argued against this and with being joined by Congressman We-“
-click-
>Nothing new.

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>>32431271
>The two weeks have been rough, but the worst of it has pasted.
>Despite your occasional incoherent outbursts, vomiting and cold shakes, Viveca has been there for you.
>You sat on the couch, tired. You have been able to resume work for a couple of days now, citing illness.
>You are not sure what that producer gave you, and only coherent memories during that time was being hit in the back of the head and blacking out, and waking up in your bed on the morning of the 4th.
>Everything else has been fuzzy pictures of gore, rage, and desperation.
>Despite your capture, you don’t feel like you could stop taking these jobs.
>Seeing the depths of depravity such humans stoop down to has only hardened your resolve.
>The only thing holding you back has been Viveca.
>After that botched mission back at the ATF building, she wanted out.
>Seeing how two guns nearly lost their owners must have shaken her deeply.
>And what happened at that art show had shown what kind of fate may lie for her if she were to lose me.

*ring ring*
“Crap, she’s not going to like this.” you thought to yourself, picking yourself up from the couch.
>”Privyet”
>Looking over, you see Viveca at the kitchen with the cellphone that has been the conduit to you and whoever your mystery caller is.
>Grabbing the coffee in front of you, you head over to the kitchen.
>Making your way to the coffee pot, you grab an empty cup and fill it as Viveca begins to write something down on a piece of notepad .
>You place the fresh cup across from you, and sit down in the chair across.
>After almost a minute passed, she turns off the cell, puts it down, and turns towards you.
>” Bradley from Port of Los Angeles needs us at berth 121. Said we are needed to help with cargo that is coming in late, and that we need to get everything ready by 2am.”
“Hey before we go, sit down. I think we need to have a talk.”
>Viveca sits down on the chair across from you grabbing the coffee in front of you.

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>>32431314
July 19th, 12:58am, berth 121
>The van was parked at a safe distance away from the actual site.
>Plate carrier, gloves, ear pro, and the boar mask were put on.
>Three 8-round magazines on yourself, and Viveca, sporting the red dot and muzzle break, solidly in your hands.
“Remember, Viv, I’m going to need you to be my second pair of eyes and ears here.”
>”Da, papa. And don’t forget, I will warn you if there is a дyх пyшки too.”
>You make your way to the berth, keeping an eye on your surroundings.
>The berth was littered with shipping containers, creating its own maze.
>You move to the maze of shipping containers before you, taking note of anything in front of you.
>You see a cargo ship, marked with Chinese letterings, already moored, along with various armed people.
>With Viveca at the ready, you enter the maze of shipping containers.

>Weaving in and out of the narrower corridors, you keep your eyes peeled.
>Upon turning into one of the narrow corridor, you come face-to-face with an Asian gang member holding an AK pistol and having a smoke.
>You deliver a swift punch into his temple, sending him on the ground barely conscious.
>Standing over, you slam your foot down on his neck.
>An audible crunch of a crushed trachea could be heard, but not enough to draw the attention of others.
>Putting Viveca back into the ready, you move onward to the other side.
>Quickly looking in both directions along the wide passes, you see a pair of more armed gang members with their backs turned towards you
>Moving towards them, you ready yourself to take them down quick.
>”Left”

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>>32431372
>Swinging towards your left, you came upon a surprised looking gangster.
>You punch him hard in the nose, and quickly grab him with your left arm.
>Turning back, the two have turned around with their guns raised.
>Shots blaze from the guns of the two gangsters in front of you, hoping to take you down.
>You duck away into the narrower corridor, still holding onto the one gangster while firing back.
>You drop the gangster, who is now riddled with bullets from his fellow members, and prepare for the two now approaching.
>Quickly moving away from cover, you fired two consecutive blasts at a now lone gangster, with the first shot hitting his right arm and the second hitting him square in the chest.
>”дyх пyшки taken down, and the other one has one as well.”
>Nodding, you move forward, you look towards your left at the next set of shipping containers.
>There, you quickly turn the corner, and fire two more consecutive shots.
>The first was straight at the gangster’s chest, hitting him and his AK waffegeist, and the second blast removing a chunk from his cranium.
>”The дyх пyшки is still active, be careful.”
>Putting Viveca down, she turns to her human form as you approach the Type-56.
>As you approach, the gun quickly reverts to its human form, that of an injured catgirl
>Taking the opportunity, she immediately lunges at you with sharpened claws towards your throad.
>Instead of swiping at your neck, she found herself being hit head on with your boot.
>With the Type-56 on the ground and stunned, Viveca quickly slammed her foot onto the Type-56’s chest, sending the gun to revert into its rifle form, with the gas tube broken off and significantly bent.
>Quickly grabbing Viveca, she morphed back into her Vepr-12 form.

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>>32431418
>With the noise generated from your skirmish, sounds of gangsters moving towards your position could be heard.
>Looking over from your cover, you see the 6 of them moving towards the boat, while four head in your direction.
>Behind cover, you fire four shots in their direction, and duck back to change magazines.
>The sound of one of the gangsters groaning could be heard, along with them shouting in what you could only assume to be Mandarin.
>With Viveca reloaded with a new 8-round magazine filled with 00 buckshot, you fire a couple of rounds behind cover before moving out.
>Making your way to the other side of the shipping containers, you fire at two of the gangsters still up, hitting both in the chest.
>Behind cover of the shipping containers, you peek from your spot to make sure they remained on the ground.
>You move to the other side of the containers, staying alert.

>”Left”
>Following her command, you immediately turn left and fire two shots at two gangsters caught unaware at your approach.
>”One of them has a дyх пyшки, but I’m not sure which.” Announced Viveca.
“You check the left one, I’ll check the right.”
>You and Viveca approach the dropped Type-56s lying on the ground, keeping careful watch.
>Picking up the gun in front of you, nothing seems to be out of the ordinary, other than its shoddy condition.
>However, as soon as Viveca was about to grab her’s, the gun transformed into a catgirl and violently grabbed Viveca’s arms.
>Without a second thought, you unloaded the Type-56 into the waffegeist until it remained just a broken gun.
>”Thanks, papa.”
>You nod in affirmation.
“We need to check the bodies of the four others before heading into the boat.”
>”Da”
>You make your way to where you killed the previous four gangsters

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>”Something is wrong. Too many дyх пyшки for some gang to have.” Noted Viveca in a matter-of-fact way.
“Agreed. Once we find the manifest for the package, we should check to see who the source is.”
>At the four bodies, Viveca pointed to lone Type-56 SKS.
>Grabbing Viveca, she turns into his shotgun form, and you fire two shots at it.
>With no signs of anyone coming back up alive, you set Viveca down.
“Grab one of the rifles on the ground, we’re going to move to the ship and storm it as separate persons.”
>Viveca nods, and finds herself a mostly intact Type-56 AK.
>You as well find one.
>You and Viveca move together towards the ship, readying to board it.
“I’ll keep point, you cover my back. If one of us runs out of ammo, announce it, and I’ll go back to using you as a shotgun.”
>”Da, papa. Also, you have one more magazine for me?”
“Yeah, and from there, we improvise.”
>”Blyat, I don’t want to be like Spartan again.”
“We do have the means to try that again.” you say, pulling out the bayonet on the Type-56

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>>32431490
July 19th, 1:26am, The Ship
>The ship appeared to still be laden with shipping containers, leaving only enough room for a single person to fit on either side.
>You made your way across moving towards starboard, with Viveca tailing, keeping the rear.
>At Starboard, you see a gangster looking ready to hit you.
>Seeing this was a death trap, you motion to Viveca to move back to port.
>Port side was clear, and the two of you began to move single file, Viveca still holding the rear.
>Halfway through, you see a gangster step into view.
>Immediately, you fire a burst of shots at him.
>Behind you Viveca was also engaging another enemy.
>At the gangster in front of you, you felt a couple of bullets hit you in your plates, while the gangster’s head erupted from behind like a burst water balloon.
>By the time you were done shooting, Viveca had stopped as well, and tapped you from behind with a motion gesture indicating she dispatched the enemy at her end.
>You tap Viveca on her shoulder, and motioned her to continue forward
>At the end of the containers, towards the stern, you fire a burst into another gangster ahead, and found yourself now out of ammo.
“Empty!”
>”Ready!”
>As you were about to grab Viveca, another gangster appeared from starboard.
>You quickly react and throw the empty gun at him, knocking him down.
>Picking the gun back up, you drive the point of the bayonet straight into his heart and pull it right out, creating a fountain of blood to erupt.
>Behind you, you hear footsteps.
>Viveca is charging in your direction, and then delivers a swift kick to the fallen gangster’s weapon, sending it over board.
>”Cyka blyat!”
>Wasting no more time, you pick Viveca back up, with her transforming back into her shotgun form.

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>>32431542
“Keep your eyes open for the captain of this ship or whomever is in charge.” you say to Viveca as you approach a door leading to the inside of the ship.
>Inside the vessel were narrow corridors and pipes, obscuring any periphery.
>You set out looking for stairs or doorways that would lead up to the top of the ship, all the while keeping your senses sharp for possible ambushes.
>As you were about to turn a corner ahead, you feel Viveca shake.
>You position yourself so that only Viveca was visible from the corridor, and fired two shots in that direction.
>Even with your earpro, the sound of Viveca firing echoed loudly throughout the corridors.
>Quickly turning the corner, you a gangster on the ground wheezing.
>Standing over him, you slam your foot down on his head, crushing it as though it were a melon.
>In one of the corridors, you heard someone speaking in frantic tones.
>Moving in that direction, you came across a lone gangster with his weapon on the ground and his hands up in the air.
>Viveca was shaking again.
>You stomp your foot on the Type-56 AK, with Viveca still aimed at the gangster, and pulled out her magazine.
“If you two don’t full cooperate, I’ll kill you both where you stand now. Keep your hands up and on your head, and take me to where the manifest is.”
>The Type-56 then reverted into her human form, and place her hands on her head, along with the gangster.

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>They both get up, and begin to slowly move.
>They lead outside and up to the top deck of the ship.
>You allow the gangster to quickly open the door and be the first one to walk inside, followed by the Type-56.
>Once inside, a couple of crew members, and what you could assume to be the captain of the vessel begin to shout at the gangster and you in Mandarin.
“Tell them to hand over the manifest immediately.”
>The gangster begins to yell something at them in Mandarin.
>The captain begins to shout back.
>Looking quickly at your watch, it reads 1:45am, with the deadline coming soon.
“Tell them if they do not release the manifest now and point to me which containers have the weapons, I am going to gun everyone down here and now.” You commanded as you reload a new magazine in Viveca.
>”Fine” said the captain, and produced the manifest from a safe.
>”I am done trying to bring these weapons from Mr. Weng. Here is the container you seek.”
>As you tear that section off, the gangster immediately began to yell something to the captain and the crew.
>Tired and annoyed, you shoot him point blank in the face.
>His head burst into chunks of gore, with his rifle now screaming.
>You shot her as well, causing her to revert back into rifle form.
>With the rest of the crew, you locked them inside the mess hall, so as to not to interfere with the operation.

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>>32431620
July 19th, 2:11am, berth 121
>A semi-truck arrived a little later than you expected.
>Inside, what appeared to be a large woman in a dog mask stepped out, along with another female, smaller than the other one, with auburn hair poking out of her dog mask.
“You’re late, dog.”
>”About that, we need to hurry up. Which container is it?”
“Container# 120435-08. Follow me, and I’ll show you.”
>At the container you open it, revealing all sorts of packed rifles.
>”Ya sure these are them geists, boar?” said the woman trucker
>”Da, already inspected.” replied Viveca.
>”Alright.” turning towards the other female in the dog mask, “P, be a dear and find a lift to get his onto the truck.”
>”YES MA’AM!”
>With the container loaded on the truck, and securely fastened, the trucker and her partner were getting ready to leave.
>Before she turned on the semi, you move towards her.
“Hey, when you drop these girls off, tell whomever is taking the delivery or whomever that Congressman Weng seems to be involved in this. Here’s the actual manifest entry.”
>”Sure thing, hon. Figured somefin was wrong ‘bout that man.”
>Looking behind you, Viveca stands there in the distance.
“Also, tell that person I want out.” you said with a sigh.
>The trucker nods, and begins to drive away.


And that's all for Part 6. Hope you all enjoyed it. Gotta say, had a hard as shit time writing it, so please excuse anything that seemed off.

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AN: I decided to go a bit unorthodox on this one and touch up on a war that nobody really has. In my opinion, this is one of the most emotional stories I've done so far. (For me, probably because I felt connected to the characters even though I didn't develop them all too well.)

1863

Randy's breath is labored and forceful as he stands in the row of men, all of them clad in grey and bearing sashes made out of blankets across their bodies. The Richmond rifle that the fifteen year old holds calms him somewhat, but he still can't take his mind off the fact that he's about to throw his life away.

Red is what the men around the camp call the guy standing next to Randy, an older gentlemen with short hair and stubble all along his chin and neck. Just two minutes ago Randy and Red were sitting around the campfire, having a hearty conversation and rejoicing about how Christmas is the very next day, now the two friends and their entire company are marching through the woods in pitch darkness, coming up to a nearby ranch where there's a Union encampment.

"Hey," Red starts, noticing how stiff Randy is, "Remember how I told you about that wheat trick last night?" The old man says, leaning towards the boy as they continue to march. Randy confirms Red's question, causing the old man to reach into his pocket and retrieve a crumpled ear of wheat with the stem still attached to it. "Here you are, don't go through it too fast, I only brought so many." Red says, handing the ear to Randy who puts the stem in his mouth and starts sucking on it, taking his mind off of the advance more-so than his rifle does.

A large cloud had just rolled away from the moon, shedding a thin light upon the field just past the entrance of the ranch, probably a hundred tents can be seen in the moonlight across the large spans of land which lies on a slight incline.

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>>32431745

Randy turns to his friend, but keeps his eyes on the ground. "Red, will you do me a favor?" Randy asks, keeping his head low. "What do you want, friend?" The old man asks, looking at the kid next to him. "If I die, please give my family my bible." Randy asks, looking up at Red as the company of Confederates make it to the treeline and are told to halt.

Red's brows furrow, upset to hear someone so young ask such a thing. "Why, Randy, you're not old enough to die yet! You're so young and full of energy, you'll run straight down the field and pop one of those Yanks straight on the nose!" Red reassures Randy, who brings himself to present a very small, but genuine, smile.

"Company, present!" A booming voice calls, causing the grey-bound men to lower their rifles by their waists. "Company, forward!" The voice calls again, cuing the men and boys to begin their march forward.

Already, figures can be seen moving and scrambling at the campsite, accompanied by distant yelling and slight panic. Then, a long row of bright plumes erupts from the camp, dense smoke scrambling upwards and blocking out some of the moonlight. High-pitched screams fly by the Confederates, one man a couple of rows from Randy slows and then drops onto his face before rolling over and starting to groan. Another plume of smoke and light and several more men fall, some screaming and groaning and others silent. Randy tenses, continuing to walk but fear making him slow his pace, trying to stop his body from continuing forward. Red notices and grabs Randy by the arm, yanking him forward to keep in-step with the rest of the troops.

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>>32431752

By now, the Confederates are a quarter of the way through the field, another plume tries to stop them but ends up dropping less men then the last plume. By now, Randy's fear begins to fade, seeing as how few are being killed with each volley. Now, Randy feels no fear but still remains tense as the Confederates begin to reach the halfway point, where a row of pointed wooden spikes facing the Confederates lies. As the Confederates reach the spikes, another plume erupts from the Union encampment, causing several more men to drop, these closer to Randy and Red,

"Get past the spikes! Come on, men! Move them!" The Officer shouts, causing the men to frantically dig at the ground to try and loosen the spikes enough to move them. Suddenly, a large plume of light, smoke, and sound comes from the Yanks, sending dirt, wood, and metal shards flying into the crowd of grey-clad men right next to Randy, most of them falling over and crying out for their last time.

Randy's feeling of anxiety and nothingness goes away in this moment, his hands shake and he feels a rush go through him. "On the double!" The Officer screams, causing Randy to turn and bring an arm over his head. "Over here! There's an opening here!" The boy shouts, turning his head and charging through the opening formed by the cannon ask quickly as he can. As the wind rushes through his hair and his hat falls from his head, Randy can't help but let off a loud holler, to which the other Rebels repeat, forming a loud chorus that continues to advance towards the Union position.

>>32431745
Excellent! Feel privileged to have you post immediately after me

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>>32431762
As the screaming choir of death encroaches, the Northern men fire once again, but with a crowd of screaming banshees coming for them, it makes them anxious and less accurate. The volley only stops six men, a shockingly low amount considering the Rebs are about to be breathing down the Yanks' backs.

About fifty feet away, Randy suddenly trips, landing face-first in the moderately tall grass and causing him to drop his rifle. The boy scrambles around, feeling in the darkness for his gun when suddenly another plume erupts in front of him, causing him to put a hand over his head while feeling with the other one. Finally, a cold metal scrapes Randy's fingers, causing him to grab his rifle and lift it. Since Randy was the first to rush through the opening, it was until now that the other Rebels had to catch up and now rush past him. Randy shoulders the Richmond and fires towards the Union line, hearing a loud yelling coming from the direction of the Yanks makes Randy hop up again and continue screeching with the rest of the Confederate troops as they finally reach the Yank lines.

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>>32431775
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ADN1lLEp3H0

Randy shifts his weight as he stands, making sure not to put too much pressure on his bad leg as he maneuvers himself with the crutch until he's standing up-right. During the advance, Randy got hurt by that cannon shot, some of the shrapnel hit him in his right leg but the adrenaline kept him going until after the fighting was over, when it finally hit him.

The boy slowly limps to the edge of the encampment and looks out over the field, examining the image of the dead bodies strewn across the field gives Randy a feeling of melancholy that he knows will never leave him. One thought suddenly occurs to Randy, making him hobble out into the field, the opening in the spikes being his destination.

Two minutes pass by the time Randy is in the middle of the field, standing just behind the wooden spikes. The boy, tears now forming in his eyes, examines the bodies by the opening, all but one of them are completely strangers to him; that one being Red.

The old man lay with his rifle above him, his arms pointing above his head as if he threw his rifle up when he was hit, several streams of blood run up his forehead from a wound on his cheek and a notable amount of blood can be seen coming from a tear in his torso.

Randy, with a shaky hand, reaches into his sash and retrieves his bible, laying it tenderly on Red, he reaches into the old man's pocket and retrieves five ears of wheat with the stems attached.

"God have mercy on you, friend." Randy says, nose beginning to get stuffy and vision blurry from tears. And with that, Randy turns and hobbles away.

After arriving back at the encampment, one of the Confederate soldiers with a big smile stretched across his face slaps Randy on his back, causing the boy to nearly lose balance. Then, almost in unison, the Rebels all say to one another, "Merry Christmas!" And with that, Randy drops down where he's standing, and weeps for his lost friend.

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>>32431794
I'd appreciate some feedback since I'm actually really proud of this one.

>>32431765
Thank you! From what I've been reading, it makes me feel good just to be lurking on the same board. :^)

>>32431841
As always, you really now how to throw in the war time tragedy that really adds a good amount of the human element into things.

Definitely did not let up on the sadness with Red and Randy, and given the bloody fighting that was the Civil War makes this part especially more sad with it being Christmas as well

plugging away at more Ruby. Here's a sneak peek

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It’s amazing how quickly you can get used to a routine. How easily a lonely, empty house can be transformed into a home. If you took the time to actually think about it, it made your head spin at how much had changed so quickly. Before her, you realized you hadn’t been living so much as just existing – just going through the motions day to day because that’s all you had. Now, even work wasn’t so bad.

Speaking of that, Ruby’s been doing very well at her part-time job. Bill says she’s a natural at it. When she brought home her first paycheck she was beaming with pride. You had to repeatedly discourage her from giving it to you, though. It’s her money and she earned it, you kept telling her. Finally, you took her down to the bank and helped her open her own bank account with a debit card. Might be the first time a rifle had a bank account – not that you’d have any way of verifying that.

This made her happy, though, as she could help out with groceries and ammunition and other odds and ends. As the weather turned cooler, she bought herself a warm jacket for walking back and forth to work. You had a plan to help her with that, but it’d have to wait until Christmas. Hopefully, the rest of the winter until then was mild.
Otherwise, day to day life was fairly routine. Work, home, going out to the barn and go shooting, just the two of you, building a life together. One time going out to the barn, you brought along your old bolt-action .22 rifle that had been being left out. Ruby was a bit apprehensive about shooting a rifle herself, until after she touched it. Then, she assured you that it didn’t have a spirit like her in it and that it would be fine.

>>32432102

Surprisingly, she was an absolutely terrible shot at first. You figured it was because while she’s done a lot of shooting, this was the first time she wasn’t the rifle. Then she took off her glasses, and improved quite a bit. Belatedly, you realized her 3x magnification combined with the bolt-action’s Tasco scope must have been giving her a hard time with aiming. Her groupings were pretty good at 30 yards, though mostly high and a little to the left. Not bad for a first time.
Ruby ended up burning through all the ammo that was in the range bag – which you noticed included all the Quiet-22. You weren’t sure if she was enjoying shooting that much, or if she was using it up so you couldn’t threaten to feed it to her. You remind yourself to pick up another couple of boxes and hide them better this time.

The ordinary days pass by without much thought, with just a couple standing out. She grew up in a rural area, so this Halloween was her first time handing out candy to trick-or-treaters. You ended up having to get a second bag to hand out after Ruby ate half of it herself. That wouldn't be so bad, but then she ate half of the second bag too. She ended up so hyper that she ended up dragging you out to the range at 2 in the morning. It's lucky there's nobody within a mile of the barn, otherwise there would have been some angry phone calls. She ended up crashing from the sugar halfway through a mag and jamming up, so you had to princess carry her to bed and then clean her up in the morning.

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Chapter 3 of "Misadventures of Anon and Wiggerchan" is near completion. Expect update later in the day after I sleep then do some final touch ups.

>>32432287
>>32432108
>10/22 and hipointhommie update
Life is good best Christmas ever

>You really need to get an SUV or truck or something.
>This is a terrible idea.
>The ride from your grandfather's house to Anchorage took its toll on you, but thankfully it's coming to a close.
>Hopefully the rifles tucked carefully and strapped down securely in the sidecar had a more comfortable trip.
>It'd be interesting to know how different it feels to be made of wood and steel than flesh and blood.
>You really aren't too bothered if it's not the most pleasant ride for them.
>It's their fault you had to ride six hours straight, but you couldn't say no when Ida suggested going out for Christmas.
>However, Emilia is on the list for putting it in her head that Anchorage was the place you should take them.
>She is way too good at taking the lead of the others.
>Even Tuuli agreed with her against your protests.
>Aren't you supposed to be their owner anyways?
>Guess not.
>The highway ends and you enter the outskirts of the city of Anchorage.
>It's a strange realization that this is an unusual sight for you, when millions live like this.
>You prefer the quietness of your new home though.
>Even your fairly rural house in Idaho was a bit too close to the neighbors for you liking.
>For the girls, this must be like a whole different world.
>Maybe that's why they unanimously agreed when any other day they could spend all morning arguing over what breakfast should be.
>This trip could be worth it just to keep them from giving you a headache.
>You finally reach the downtown area, and it is bustling with people walking the streets.
>Creeping slowly across the busy roads, you pull into a parking garage.
>The "special" pricing for Christmas is still a rip off, but it'll be better to store your bike indoor so you don't have to dig it out of any snow.
>It'll also be better to uncover and unpack your guns away from the public eyes.
>Alaska as a whole may be friendly towards firearms, but any population center is full of varying opinions.

>>32432395

>At least the people vying for more restrictions tend to not be able to pick out a gun from a normal person when they are trying to blend in.
>You just hope you don't run into any of those crazy gun rights activists.
>They've gotten worse than PETA in recent years.

>As you uncover the passengers, you pray that they didn't choose anything attention drawing to wear.
>But you know you can't expect that of Emilia or Harriet, especially when they were scheming about this thing together.
>Your worries only grew when they had everyone change in your room while you were locked out, forcing you to carry their firearm forms in multiple trips to the garage.
>Why do you let them get their way so much?
>Oh right, because you have no spine and can't say no when Emilia sweet talks you into going along with it.
>At least Tuuli, Wilma and Ida are more reluctant to twist your arm to get something.

>The unpacking is finished, and nobody else is in the garage, so you call out to them.
"Okay girls, we're here. Hurry up and get ready, we'll need to book a place for me to sleep tonight."
>One by one, the girls crawl out of the sidecar, starting with Marleen.
>Oh no.
>Your hopes for a reserved attire are crushed.
>Marleen is dressed in a shoulder exposing Mrs. Claus dress, low enough at the top to reveal more than what could be called festively modest, and high enough to make you wonder if they just wanted to save on fabric by calling it an "adult-themed" dress.
>The belt holds the dress close to her waist, showing off her curvaceousness.
>Thankfully she at least chose to wear thick winter leggings, and the long sleeves help with a more conservative appearance.
>However, her usual cowgirl hat and high riding boots clash a bit with the theme.
>Her blueish-gray hair also throws in another eye catching aspect to the color clash of red and dark brown.
>She smirks knowingly at you and moves past you to the middle of the garage lane.

>>32432420

>Tuuli is next to leave the sidecar.
>She is wearing the same outfit, except her dress length goes past the knees thankfully.
>However, she only seems to be wearing gray winter socks and black snow boots.
>Must be warm enough for a Finn like her.
>She stretches her limbs and walks over to join Marleen in the lane.
>Next out is the mastermind herself, Emilia.
>Good lord, this can't be legal.
>The sleeveless dress hangs off her rather endowed chest and ends just below the point on the thigh that would make it a long shirt and not a dress.
>Her gray wool socks stop just below her knees, and USGI winter boots cover her feet.
>Topping it all off is a wool santa hat on her head, and a short wool cap to cover her back and shoulders.
>She winks and walks past you with an hip-exaggerating gait.
>Did gramps know about these?
>...
>Did grandma?
>Interrupting your thoughts is a pair of short girls in matching uniforms.
>Harriet and Janet, smug and embarrassed respectively, wear surprisingly modest outfits.
>Surprisingly because the ever so reserved Tuuli is more exposed than these two.
>Both dresses have full sleeves and collars, and end just past their knees.
>Granted if it were on a rifle like Emilia, it'd be at mid thigh.
>Their legs are fully covered in leggings much like Tuuli, with gray boots to protect their feet.
>They are also wearing santa hats much like the dissolute M1.
>Harriet drags the abashed Hi-power past you to join the others.
>She wastes no time in bragging with Emilia about their little surprise, and you turn to face the bike-turned-Christmas fashion runway.
>Eliza is already out, and unlike her "sister", she radiates elegance with her choice in dress.
>Only exposing her collarbone, with long sleeves and a tail that stop just above her knees, she is only surpassed by the pistol pair in modesty.
>Her leggings are thin and formal, and her boots focus more on form than function, being higher heeled.

>>32432427

>Thin white gloves cover her hands and arms deep into the sleeves, and a simple gold pendant wraps around her neck.
>A gentle smile is on her face after your wondering eyes make their way back up, making you feel uneasy.
>And once more the opposite of her successor, her walk to her accomplices is more refined than suggestive.
>You take a quick headcount.
>Two more remain, and you think the bigger surprises are over and done with.
>Which means your heart rate can finally return to resting tempo instead of track runner speeds.
>Wilma is the next one out, and thankfully, she is just a copy of the other two pistols, but with green socks ending at her knees.
>The dress rises a little above the knees, but it's nothing that couldn't be called modest.
>She moves to stand next to you like the dutiful sidearm she has always been, and gives you a smile.
>"Merry Christmas, Annie!"
>You return the smile and try to return the greeting, but you're interrupted by the last occupant.
>"Annie, could you help me out?"

>>32432436

>Turning back to answer, you are stunned by Ida's appearance.
>Her dress is deceptively provocative on her figure.
>The white trim covers her modest chest, but hugs it closely showing her slender form.
>A tight belt accentuates her waist, showing her often hidden, but alluring curves.
>The skirt of the dress barely reaches her thighs, giving a clear view of her long, svelte legs.
>Light-gray wool socks hug her legs up to her thighs, a design feature that is particularly captivating.
>Red winter boots complete the Christmas theme with white fur collars sealing up her shins.
>"Annie, are you here?"
>Her nervous voice snaps you out of your trance, and you quickly move to help out of the sidecar.
>Harriet's snickering furthers your embarrassment.
>Emilia joins in the one-sided fun with heckling.
>"Annie, if you want to stare, you should probably ask for a picture for later. Don't want to miss out on Christmas, do you?"
>Ida's face flushes and her milky eyes widen.
>"You were staring?"
>Shit.
>The sound of frayed nerves leaks into your voice as you try and explain.
"I didn't mean to, I was just surprised. I didn't-"
>She's giggling.
>"I'm glad you like it, Annie. I didn't know if it was going to work."
>Et tu, Ida?
>You quickly silence yourself and walk along side her to approach the pack of girls giggling mocking your easily frazzled fortitude.

This is all he has now, he just wanted to get the start of it posted before Christmas actually comes around. He's not enjoying his 3 day stay in meme jail.

>>32431841
nice job integrating music, I'm trying to do that in a bit I'm writing

>I found myself from the nothingness of sleep into a battlefield. It wasn't any battlefield I was at. I stood and watched from a saddle half way up a hill as a battle raged below. several people were closing on one small person... with one small bolt action rifle, closing in on him, hurling denigration after denigration at him, I could only make out the face of one, a woman, her hair blond, her eyes brown, she was wearing a hearing aid, he seemed more fixated on shooting her than anyone else, but no matter how many times he fired, the exaggerated recoil of the rifle pounding his shoulder, his rifle ammo running out, forcing him to produce a pistol and quickly empty three magazines into her and the other charging people, they just didn't seem to die.
>It was then I realized. this wasn't a small man... these were giant people, there were other people around like the man, though they were dead or being killed. Then I saw them reach him and begin to batter him, taking care not to render him unconscious or kill him, taking their time. they knocked him back and I saw his face as his pro tec helmet fell off, and his PVS-14 shattered. It was Anon. He wasn't shooting giants... he was fighting demons... he was losing.
>the demons began dismembering him, and when they were done tearing him to shreds he was still alive. They didn't even bother to kill him, they just left him there, degraded and destroyed, reduced to hopelessness and despair. And then nothing. the whole scene was gone as suddenly as it had appeared. was this... my nightmare? was it his? I pondered what I had seen, what fantastical and preposterous occurrence I had witnessed.
>I woke to an empty bed, and the sound of clicks coming down the hall.

>>32432723
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vr81zu0uNaA
>I checked the night stand for Anon's .45 and was met with the feeling of the rough and abrasive texture of sanding stone like polymer and sharply checkered steel.
>I checked the clock. 4:28AM
"Then what's Anon doing?" I thought to myself
>I decided to find out. As I crept slowly down the hall , I traced the sound to the front room, and slowly cracked the door to it.
>Anon was sitting in the front room with a quartet of guitars, one recognizable instantly as an acoustic, a large boxy thing, with strings and a next faced with dark wood, and a glossy piece with three pegs on each side and a symmetric shape, the other three were electric guitars, the one he was playing had two cut outs near the bottom of the neck, and was a glossy dark brown tone that resembled wood openly near the center, but around the edges looked more like black plastic. I slowly realized the clicking was the sound of him picking the strings, they sounded muted though, and I observed for more information. Anon was wearing a set of headphones, plugged into the back of a box with... were those lightbulbs? Shitty lightbulbs if they were, they only gave a slight soft glow of orange. I began to listen to the notes... Then I could see it. I could feel it too when I tried to listen to his thoughts. all the memories, horrible. horrible. The notes coming off the guitar sounded sad, but his memories were fucking awful.
>the fucked up middle school years
>the not great highschool years
>mid 2015-mid 2016, the year of unadulterated loneliness
>graduating with an associates in machining and finally finding his niche in life. The memories softened up a bit, then conscription and re-enlistment, I could feel his memories becoming fonder, less harsh. I heard the melody go from dark and painful to light and contented. Never saw his hands move so fast before. In such fine movements either.
>Anon put down the guitar and headphones, and began playing the acoustic

>>32432445
Why is she blind?

>>32431677
FREAKING AWESOE

>>32430912
You're writing the tightest shit I swear

>>32431841
This may be the whiskey taking, but that's pretty close to tear inducing for me. Why'd Red have to die, man?

>>32432894
Oh, sweet summer child.

A drug dealer cut her down into a nigger-rigged short rifle

Merry Christmas, /wfg/. May inspiration and great fun in writing come your way

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Merry christmas lads and lasses will add the link to the profiles

>>32432894
http://pastebin.com/p4btAuzE

Read this, and there's an alternative ending in his pastebin, if you want to be sad. But the Christmas story is assuming you read the happy ending.

So, on this fine Christmas Day I bring all of you some good news.

JTfag is still alive, and is currently recovering from the surgery.

Merry Christmas!

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Merry Christmas, my niggas. Chapter 3 of Hi-Point and Anon, now renamed "Misadventures of Anon and Wiggerchan," is live.

http://pastebin.com/vwqDQf2D

You can find my other shit here, now:
http://pastebin.com/gxYdQRT7

Sam: "Y'all crackas have a Merry fuckin Christmas, yo. Hope that nigga Santa brought the goods and didn't get his shit jacked while inna hood."

>>32434520
Awesome to hear the surgery went well for JT.

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>>32434888
Merry Christmas, nigga!

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>>32434520

>>32432339

This is only part of it. Anon and Ruby are taking a road trip for Christmas... to Mayodan, North Carolina. Where she grew up.

>>32433623
Because, that's just how war is, it'll take those who you love dearly and sometimes spare those you hate immensely.

>>32432673
>>32431885
Thank you, both of you. And Merry Christmas!

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>>32435143
I also forgot to put up my bin.

http://pastebin.com/u/Handel

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Merry Christmas wfg!

>>32434520
>JT is alive
a very merry Christmas indeed

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For all of you geist writers, here's something I colored up in /ak/ that some of you may laugh at.

>>32429704
>Guard doing art for ligh my fire
Fucking hype!

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yeah, i'm back

Now i just have to make my mind up wtf i am even supposed to write

>4 parallel stories
>plus two unreleased stories in the works

ALRIGHT NIGGERS. Fortunate story time!!

>Another reason to be thankful that no one else is in the garage makes itself known.
>They would surely be confused by the young male adult with a defeated countenance following behind a crowd of excited girls dressed in christmas themed ensembles varying from adorable to downright risqué.
>It would impossible for them to understand your suffering.
>The aforementioned holiday gang is discussing their plans, once again leaving you out of the operation.
>Eliza is chosen to be the emissary, and she slows down her pace to walk beside Ida and you.
>"Annie, why do you look so somber? It's Christmas, and you should be filled with holiday spirit!"
>You can only give a taciturn stare with your response.
"Because I lost control of my life."
>An uncharacteristic simper crawls on her face.
>"Do you mean that you're not happy with us? We didn't wish to upset you, Annie."
>Suspicion prevents an immediate apology.
>Ida already got you with this technique, and you are wary of being duped again.
>After a second glance at her growing apprehension, you cave in.
"No, no, no. I'm happy to spend Christmas with you guys. I just don't know what's with the getups. It's gonna draw more attention than I would like. What if some creep tries something, or those loonies trying to snatch guns from their owners figure you guys out?"
>You feel the pinching fingers on your sleeve loosen before a pair of arms wrap your arm securely.
>Oh hell, now you've spooked Ida.
>Before you can reassure her, Eliza speaks.
>"I am glad you are so concerned for us, Annie, but you don't have to worry. There are a few among us that could be called responsible, though I will leave you to guessing who. We only wanted to play a small joke on you, and our dear Ida thought you would 'appreciate the view' as it were."
>Eliza ends the explanation with a foxy grin and Ida lets out a surprised sound.
>"Th-That's not what I said, Eliza! I said he'd like the Christmas cheer!"

>>32435776
Take your time

>A mischievous titter makes you question if Ida is truthful, or the bashfulness you associate with her isn't as accurate as you thought.
>"Whatever you say, dear. Now for my original charge, the other have decided that the best way to ensure everyone gets what they want out of this trip is to split into smaller groups. The groups will be led by Tuuli, Annie, and myself. Is this acceptable?"
>You ponder over it for a moment, and decide that as long as Emilia isn't in charge of anything, then the risks are low enough for you.
>There is still the worry of other people, but with the large crowd you spot outside of the garage, it should be safe enough.
>Too many people for anyone dangerous trying something.
"Yeah, that's fine. Just don't let Emi get out of control."
>You speak loud enough for the others to hear, and Emilia takes instant offence.
>"Hey! I'm responsible enough!"
>Everyone ceases the chatter and stares at her, even Ida is facing her direction with a deadpan look.
>Noticing the lack of faith in her peers, she crosses her arms.
"Hmmph! Wise-asses."
>It feels good to not be the butt of the joke for once.

>As your posse reaches the street, it splits into the groups.
>Eliza is the only one who can really control Emilia, so naturally they are together, with Marleen as back up.
>You're comfortable with the balance of maturity in that group.
>Tuuli is heading the pistol pack, with Wilma being dragged into it by Harriet for "bonding time between handguns."
>You feel bad for the protesting sidearm, but you have no power in this.
>That leaves you alone with Ida, as the others make their way in opposite directions to see the attractions.
>Hopefully nothing happens to jeopardize this outing, it's nice to see the girls so excited about something.
>And it has been a while since you've been to a city proper.
>Especially for a holiday like this.

>After randomly picking a direction to head in, you take in the sights around you.
>Christmas lights span across awnings and across the street.
>Signs wishing everyone Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas stand at every corner and entrance of the buildings.
>A ping of guilt hits when you remember that Ida can't appreciate the decorations like you, but it's assuaged when you see her peaceful smile.
>Her head is resting on your shoulder, and it brings out a sense of pride that she feels comfortable with you like this.
>You were worried that she wouldn't take this too well, after what that bastard did.
>Not being able to see.
>Not knowing what's around you.
>Curiosity and worry consume you.
"Ida, are you scared at all? I know it must be hard not being able to see what's around."
>Her grip loosens once again, and she switches to grabbing around your waist and stopping you.
>"Of course it's scary, but I trust you, Annie. You said you wouldn't let me go. I believe you."
>You can't stop the smile cracking onto your face as she presses her head against your chest.
>Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, you continue your walk at a slower, more relaxed pace.


again, this is fortunates story, not my own.

>>32435776
glad to have you back safe and sound

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Merry Christmas! Make sure to drink a lot of hot glögg!

>>32435968
Cute

>>32435776
take your time

>glad to have you back

>>32435776
all is well in the world now.. Well as much as it can be in our rather dull reality..

Merry Christmas
Blessed Yule

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>>32431160
>not to mention that some people are already trying to ban sex bots before they exist... fucking normies man
you called?

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Hey guys, I need some creative direction here. I have two story ideas that I'm seriously caught in between and I need /wfg/'s help.

A. A naval-aerial strike mission on major enemy vessels (A small, but very important, fleet) that can be inter-changed with whichever war I, or you guys, want. I was thinking Korean War to satisfy >>32429931 and branch into some new aerial writing for me, but I can do WW1, WW2, an alternate history scenario, or just Cold War.


B. The Battle of Little Big Horn told from the perspective of one of the last surviving soldiers during the battle. To be honest, I'm kind of feeling the whole 19th century vibe, especially after writing my last story about Randy ad Red. So this shouldn't be too out-of-place for me.

>>32437580
I like A, as there is almost no naval battles, outside of the two fighter pilot story you did in the last thread

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Also, I had a blast today with some Christmas shooting. Albeit it was only two .22 calibers. anyone else do some Christmas shooting today?

Pic related.

>>32437623
I'm sort of doing naval. Like a side story from JT. It has an ekranoplan in it. Might scrap it, might post. Not sure if that is what you are interested in anyway

>>32437666
I had fun shooting with my family a couple of days prior at a new range my father found, Satan. Was able to blast away with my SKS on a full clip, as opposed to the old range that allowed 1 bullet in a gun only, along with doing practice drills with my Ruger SR40c.

My brother and father seemed to cause the SKS to not fire a bullet correctly, and I have no idea how they did it as I had no issues myself. The firing pin was working fine, the bullets were feeding well, there was no ejection issues, and the gun was firing straight as an arrow.

>>32437668
More couldn't hurt. Just be sure to juggle all the writing workload you can handle.

>>32437735
Yeah, I'll do that

>>32437668
Yo JT i hope you dont mind if i make a short about a tank geist who has to take care of its crew after they catch the flu.

So /wfg/, does anyone have any requests or suggestions for this story? >>32430912

I have a vague plan for how to write the upcoming arc and a half, but if there's anything anyone would like to see more or less of, I'd be happy to take any suggestions.

>>32438344
Is maje a augesttin but im druk a fucj

>>32438031
Do you just like being a leech about story ideas or are you trying to brown nose us?

>>32438399
Even better. Go for it

>>32438031
It's not like I have a copyright on tanks or anything. If you absolutely want to do that, not much I can do to stop you right?

>>32438473
Glad to hear everything went well JT, keep doing stuff.
This is BRRRT by the way, been a long time since I came on the discord

>>32438344
Hate to say, but I need to read the previous 6 parts >.>

Working on it now, but I like what I'm reading so far in part 1

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>>32438507
Ain't you a lil too young to be here, Britbong? Last I checked, you ain't even got facial hair.

>>32438554
Shaved today senpai, how you been anyway?

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>>32438606
Crotchety and pissed off as always.

>>32438615
As always,what's happened in my absence then? Already know about JT.

>>32438473
Thanks JT hopefully i will get the short done some time this upcoming week.

Im just trying to keep production up while i try to overcome the writters block on my main story.

Also i have to say im impressed by the troll who follows me around.
Dear troll, make some friends build relationships have fun man... I really hope that what ever has you so down and angry will change...

>>32438626
Drama fortounet sons got banned apparently for a drunken across board posting spree.. we are still waiting for his return from 4 chan jail..

>>32438703
No real surprise with fortunate there, good to see Shitload more writefags since I last came here.

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>After sitting amidst the land of cubicles for longer than you can recall, clacking away at the keyboard as you burn through spreadsheets and data reports, you decide it's time for a smoke break.

>Reaching into the bottom drawer of your desk, you pull out a pack of smokes and a lighter, along with your sunglasses.

>As you make to leave your little square of repetitive hell, you feel a tug on your rolled up sleeve.

"Ahem, aren't you forgetting something?" comes a young, feminine voice.

>Barely a whisper, it continues to address you as you turn towards the source.

"You almost left me here, Papa."

>Sitting crossed legged against the cubicle wall is a girl, looking to be no more than eleven years old, her crimson eyes staring up at you as you face her, an innocent smile painted across her face.

"Oh, sorry Seras," you whisper with a smile, kneeling down to ruffle her spiky jet black hair.

>It's so short that it barely brushes past your fingers, but the length feels almost like a brush to your palm.

>She smiles at the gentle petting, a disappointed whine escaping her as you pull away.

"C'mon, let's step outside for a bit."

>With a nod, she stands from her corner of the cubicle, setting her coloring book and crayons to the side for the moment. As she moves to her feet, she brushes off her black skirt and straightens her red sweater, taking care to make sure the Ruger logo on the left breast is easily visible.

"Okay, I'm ready, Papa!" she announces, her voice still a whisper.

>You reach behind her and gently grasp the back of her neck, causing the little geist to morph back into her pistol form. You slide the palm sized pocket rocket into her holster before nestling her in the right pocket of your khakis.

wounds of the war continued.

>> " Although I thought you said you didn't have any combat funcitons what the hell was that?"

Emily pursed her lips and put her finger to her chin.

" Well I wouldn't say its a combat function more of an artistic display of the use of alcohol, also think about what you are ingesting. If I can use it as fuel for blow torch it probably doesn't belong in your stomach."

Dan slowly thought about the concept of drinking alcohol.
To him it had always been a substance that you consumed to get drunk, with a secondary use for sterilizing wounds and starting fires if made in a high enough concentration.

>> " Well I mean sure alcohol isn't a weapon generally but you drank 2 litters of it... Okay so if I promise not to drink will you promise to not ever do that again. Dear god I think I am going to have nightmares."

The thought of a cute feminine android spewing forth a giant fire ball from her mouth was a rather conflicting image that both deeply disturbed and aroused Dan at the same time leaving him with a rather confused feeling.

"Okay Dan I promise not to spew forth flames fueled by alcohol but if you break your promise you know what's happing to all your drink."

Dan slowly rubbed his forehead and ran his hand down his jawline feeling the stubble on his lower jaw.

>> " God damn I forgot to shave, shit I will be back in a second. Don't touch anything while I am gone."

Emily nodded in response to his comment as he ran off to the bathroom to shave his stubble.

Emily computed if it was the wisest idea to let an intoxicated man shave, her answer was that if he had survived for this long surely he shall continue to live.

>> " God fucking damn it."

Dan's cry rang through out the house.

Alarmed Emily walked past the knocked over jade plant and down the hallway to the source of the sound/

"Dan are you alright?"

>>32438998
Always my waifu

>>32438998
god damn a little rugger loli vampire.. Damnit high point homie . You cant do this much adorableness its killing me. She has a god damn coloring book, something is telling me its probably full of ammunition pictures with cut aways of jacketed hollow points and other multi layered rounds.

>>32434520

Good to hear!

Anything getting folks interested in old armor is a good thing, and he seems to have a knack for doing so.

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>>32439049
Dan was on the ground clutching his big toe which was bleeding rather profusely the source of his suffering appeared to be a square brick that had a floral motif designed on it.

The brick layer on its side still propping open the door.

>> "God damn stupid brick why the fuck do I still use this thing as a door stop."

Dan already knew the answer, the inherited it from his father who got it from his father and so on .

The brick was part of the brick work of the families first House which was a Brownstone flat.

Emily quickly stepped over Dan and walked into the bathroom looking for a first aid kit.

She opened up the medicine cabinet to only find more alcohol along with shaving supplies.

"Dan where do you keep the med kit?"

She inqueired as she rummaged through the bathroom this time opening a wicker basket.

>>" IT should be underneath the bottle of Jack Daniels in that wicker basket."

Emily removed 5 bottles of Jack Daniels before reaching the medkit.

>>" Also can you bring me A bottle of Jack I think I broke my toe."

Emily turned around and brought the medical supplies to ailing Dan who took the bottle of jack first with his left hand leaving a small blood stain from holding his bloody toe.

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>>32438998
>You walk out of your cubicle and pass multiple empty ones as you head towards the elevator, vacating your lonely corner of the office for the chance to indulge in some nicotine. When you finally reach the populated side of the floor, you poke your head into your supervisor's office.

"Goin up for a smoke, Glenda."

"Why do you always go up to the roof, Anon? Street corner too good for you?" the middle aged supervisor teases. "Take your time, see ya back in a bit."

>With a quick wave, you make your way to the elevator. A few minutes and a short ride later, you're stepping out on the roof of your office building.

>The sun has almost set, despite your only being a third of the way into your shift. Almost a bonus of working the late shift, you found out long ago that this was the best time and spot to watch as the sun set across the city.

"Alright, sweetie, you can come out," you say, pulling the mico .380 from your pocket.

>The moment you set the pistol on the ground, the loli girl appears standing next to you.

"Yay, play time!" she giggles, spreading her arms wide as she begins to skip around the barren rooftop.

"Just stay away from the edge," you call, lighting a cigarette.

>You can't help but smile as you watch her skip towards the spot you keep her playthings hidden, just like a child despite her being a pistol. You take a long drag, a cloud of blue smoke pouring from your mouth and nostrils as you exhale.

>She returns a few moments later, a small plaster bucket in her hands. Setting it down next to the old office chair you're sitting in, she pulls a piece of chalk and a pebble from a tattered cardboard box.

"Gonna play some hopscotch?" you ask, watching her like the pseudo father you are, always keen to be aware of her actions.

"Mmhmmm," she sings, drawing the squares out on the roof.

>Dusting the pink chalk dust from her hands once finished, she then tosses the pebble down the court.

"Here I go, Papa!" she announces.

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>>32439209
As Dan guzzled his alcholo Emily looked at the afflicted toe.

The nail was torn clear off exposing the cuticle bed and had sever swelling. With out a doubt the toe was indeed broken most likely fractured.

She quickly opened the box and use the sterilizing Bactine spray and then put a clotting pad on the toe before wrapping it in an ace bandage.

Through out this Dan continued his attack on the liquor which he only recently put down.

>> " So tell me doc how bad is it? Are we going to have to amputate it."

Despite his best attempt to keep a straight face a grin betrayed the fact that his comment was a joke.

Emily smiled at him .

" No soldier you are going to keep your toe but we will have to head to the hospital."

Suddenly Dan's grin turned to a frown .

>>" Dear god no way are you taking me to the veterans hospital I already heard the horror stories from my Dad there is no fucking way I am going there. Look why don't we wait for the Doc in the box to open tomorrow."

Emily just shook her head.

" Dan you need to go to the VA clinic now. Look I will drive your car and we can get there in 30 minuets it shouldn't be a problem. The wait times are a lot shorter then they were in your dads days."

>>32439227
Damn that's adorable

>>32439322
Anon better stop smoking so he doesnt leave a little orphaned rugger... God damn noe i feel really bad about guns that get sold at estate sales...

Anyone remember the ashlands? i don't know why but i want to bring them back somehow, i remember the daily threads which were 90% writefagging so i thought i might aswell try to revive it here in /wfg/

>>32439366
Stop.
Think before you post.

>>32438998
>>32439227
>Ruger named Seras
You know, Ruger does offer some .454 Casull chamberings...

>>32439394
What is so triggering about that stamen I have lost a family member to congestive heart failure caused by Tabaco.

Stop trying to make this about you....

>>32439371
I thought it went to /qst/?

>>32439513
>>32439371
it went to /qst/

>>32439524
>>32439513
oh... weird, there was no mention of it in the discord group... odd

>>32439227
This story makes me happy I finally got to buy my SR40c a lot of food and fire away this weekend.

>>32439307
Dan weighed the options in front of him.

He could either trust the new found android and go to the VA or not and deal with her nagging him for the next 24 hours...

Ultimately Dan decided he didn't want to have the robot constantly bothering him, and acquiesced to her demands that he was to go to the VA hospital.

>>" Alright I will go to the hospital but if we have to wait more then 2 hours before I see an actual doctor we are heading back home.

Emily merely nodded as she walked and Dan hobbled to the front door.

Dan slipped on some a slipper so he wouldn't put any unnecessary pressure on his big toe, and then grabbed his car keys from the rack.

Emily quickly grabbed the keys from him.

>>"What did you do that for?"

Emily stared at him as of the obvious nature of the fact that Dan was in no condition to drive any type of machinery.

"Dan you are drunk I will drive."

Dan quicly went trough his memories and realized that he had indeed drank a large amount of alcohol in a rather short amount of time.

>> "Yep you are right, I definitely cannot drive. So its up to you."

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>>32439227
>Tongue stuck between her lips in concentration, the pocket loli begins hopping her way down the court. She makes it to where the the pebble landed and stops to scoop it up.

>Instead of turning on one foot like one would expect you to do in hopscotch, she instead plants both feet on the ground before turning around on her tiptoes, doing her best to stay inside her square.

>Tongue back out, she makes her way back down to the start point. She's sure to make her landing audible, nearing stomping her foot as she finishes. She throws her arms in the air in triumph, turning to you with a massive grin on her face.

"Amazing, that's my girl!" you cheer, sticking the nicotine blanket between your lips before gently clapping for her performance.

>She gives a small bow before turning back to her game, once again tossing the pebble down court and hopping away.

>You take this time to pull out your phone, checking your personal email and Facebook. An "lol" here, a "like" there... Facebook check complete.

>Time for Tinder!

>You're only five swipes in when your attention is wrenched away from your phone when you hear a thud and Seras crying out in surprise.

"Wah!" she yelps, falling towards the ground.

>She tripped, a loose shoelace the culprit, sending her plummeting onto the roof with an audible thud. She lies there a moment in shock, silent. That doesn't last.

>Not even two seconds later, tears quickly well up in her eyes and her lip quivers as the pain reaches her. Tears stream down her face as she begins to cry.

"P-Papa!" she wails.

>You're out of your seat before she's even hit the ground, your cigarette and phone flung to the side as you rocket towards her.

"Shh, shh, it's okay honey," you coo, scooping her into your arms.

>You give her a look over, finding no real damage other than her clothes being a little dirty. Her white stockings, in particular.

"You're alright, Seras," you comfort, sitting back in the chair with her in your lap.

>>32439533
yeah make sure you lurk and make some friends with some if the people there, other wise your ideas will get shot down faster then a b52 over Saigon.

I remember when my idea about having a Russian VDV group get air dropped to collect lost tech from area 51 was rather violently rejected...

I still think the idea of having the Russians drop in and then have to make a trek to the gulf coast was a cool idea..

>>32439576
jesus, it's even more dead in /qst/ than it was on /k/

>>32439692
yeah that is probably because some of the more autistic members hated any idea that wasn't theirs or "didn't fit the narrative."

They essentially alienated a lot of people who genuinely liked the idea and wanted to contribute, and you are seeing the end result.

Really its a shame as I liked a lot of the ideas and how they incorporated /X/ into it.. That's really a shame though but I guessed it was destined to happen.

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>>32439570
>You gently kiss her forehead as you begin rocking back and forth, her crying slowly dying out as she finds comfort and security in your arms.

>As the two of you rock back and forth, you hear your phone buzz from the ground next to you. You scoop it up without disturbing Seras and quickly read the text.

>"Gone on dinner break, be back in an hour -Glenda."

>With another hour secured, you decide there's no rushing back to your desk. Instead, you resign yourself to continue rocking your pocket loli there on the roof.

>The sun's all but gone, now, with barely any natural light left, but you know there will only be a brief moment of darkness before the security lights along the edge of the roof turn on.

>As you sit and rock, Seras now calm, you begin to find yourself slowly dozing off.

>Damn, didn't even get halfway through that cigarette.

>As you go to reach for another, Seras gently taps your cheek.

"Papa?" she asks, wiping at her drying eyes.

"Yes, little one?" you answer, looking down at her.

"I'm hungry, is it snack time?"

>As your eyes meet hers, you notice that they're glowing slightly. Yeah, definitely snack time.

"I suppose it is, isn't it," you chuckle.

"Yay, thank you, Papa!" she smiles, licking her lips in anticipation.

>Your left hand leaves the pack of nicotine sticks in your pocket, instead curling into a fist with your pinky finger out as it moves towards her mouth.

>She eagerly opens her maw, two sharp, albeit small, fangs at the ready. Your offered finger is barely past her lips before she chomps down, greedily sucking on your blood.

>You wince slightly from the pain, but you've become used to it. Even though she's a little blood sucker, you love her like a daughter and would gladly do anything to keep her happy.

>The two of you sit there for the next fifteen minutes in perfect comfort.

>She curled up in your lap, gently suckling on your pinkie finger, while you lazily rock back and forth in the surplus office chair.

>>32439810
and this is how ruggers get their anons to become their thralls, through sheer cuteness.

So the question is who is the most powerful rugger vampire? My bet is on the hawk eye African.. She can probably break any anon to her will with in a day.

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>>32439810
>As you rock away the time, you slowly realize that your pseudo daughter is no longer feeding on you.

>A quick look down confirms that she's fallen asleep in your lap, your pinkie dangling from her mouth with her petite hands gently grasped around your wrist in an attempt to keep your finger and hand in position.

"You were hungry, weren't you," you whisper with a chuckle.

>Ever so gently, you free your hand from her sleeping grasp as you stand and adjust her in your arms.

>With her head nestled into the crook of your neck, you enjoy the sound of her quiet breathing during the elevator ride back to your floor.

>Normally, you'd have to transform her to pistol form to keep her hidden from Glenda, but with her out of the office there was no issue.

>You return to your cubicle and move your chair out of the way with your foot to make room as you kneel down to look under your desk.

>There, you find the overstuffed black pillow and red blanket that serve as Seras' nap area.

>Ever so gently with practiced movements, you slide the pocket vampire loli under your desk and tuck her in for her nightly nap.

>Standing, you realize that you're slightly light headed from her feeding. Good thing you've got orange juice and a sugar cookie in your desk drawer.

>Sitting back at your computer, you lean back in your chair for a moment as you look over the drawings tacked to the walls of your cubicle.

>A few coloring book pages here and there, but they're mostly drawings of you and Seras playing, or her and the other geists. As far as the employees from the other shifts know, your daughter drew them.

>Well, they're right, for the most part.

>Reaching into a desk drawer, you return your pack of smokes and unused sunglasses.

"Why do I always bring those?" you mutter, pulling a small bottle of OJ from the back of the drawer.

>As you open the package to retrieve a store bought sugar cookie, you hear Seras tossing and turning in her sleep, a few whimpers escaping her.

>>32439968
you better be giving her ARX ammunition made by rugger..

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>>32439968
>You peer under your desk, concern furrowing your brow. Upon further inspection, you see the issue.

"Ah, no Alucard," you realize.

>Spinning in your chair, you reach into your backpack and pull a small red phoenix stuffed animal from inside.

>Colored just like the Ruger logo, Seras had pulled the name for the plushie from the same source as you had her name.

>Funny how Seras was incomplete with Alucard nearby, especially when sleeping.

>Grinning like an idiot, you quickly and quietly sneak the stuffed animal into the sleeping loli's arms. She instantly calms down once she has the felt companion held close to her chest.

"My sweet little Seras," you coo, brushing your hand through her hair. "Sleep tight, you little fire cracker."

>Sitting back up and rolling up to your computer, you return to your work while enjoying the snack of juice and cookie.

>The clatter of your keyboard slowly melds into nothing but background noise as you subconsciously zone in on the steady breathing of the sleeping Seras at your feet.

>Life may not be perfect or fair, but that doesn't matter. You've got more than you could ever ask for sleeping at your feet right now.

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Und das ist das. Hoped you all enjoyed some cute.

Merry Christmas, all!

>>32439968
Having multi-vitamins also helps. With blood you REALLY need folic acid and Vitamin B-12. Probably iron as well, unless he eats enough red meat.

>>32439870

Go shoot a MkI or a Security Six, and get back to me.

I won't even suggest a No1 or No3, since they are likely out of the reach of most. browsing /k/.

Suffice to say, Ruger as a company has and can make some very nice work, if and when their soup sandwich of a management lets them.

Uh, so I'm back finally.

Here's what I've got of part 4 of SKS And Anons Stalker Challenge


“C’mon, get up” Katya said

“Shhhh” I moaned and pulled the blanket tighter around my head.”give me a few more minutes, please”

“Anon, get up.” Katya said, a bit more forcefully this time. “It’s almost 10am”

“I swear to god, i’m going to buy a tapco stock if you try to wake me up one more time” I replied, and curled up tighter.

Cold air hit my face as the wool blanket was yanked out of my grip, revealing Katya standing there framed against the light from the busted window, her hair still messy from our activities last night.

I sighed and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes “Do you want OD, black, or desert tan?”

“Like i would ever wear that shit” Katya said as she smiled and dropped the blanket at my feet “Ive already got water on for coffee”.

She began to hum quietly to herself as she walked over and knelt by the fire, trying without much success to fix her messy hair. Yawning, i pulled on my pants and walked over to where my SKS was sitting

>>32440104
Putting my arm around her as i sat down, i said “I am way too hungover to be up this early”

“Yeah, you did drink most of that tequila, but that was partly my fault” Katya purred, and leaning over to kiss me on the cheek she continued “But here, this should help” and handed me a steaming cup of black coffee before reaching for one of her own.

After blowing on her cup for a bit, Katya looked over at me “So, I was looking over the maps while i was waiting for you to drag your ass out of bed.”

“Yeah” I replied, taking a drink of my coffee and coughing as the burning liquid hit the back of my throat.

“Careful” she said, and hit me on the back, then continued “So anyway, I think i found the main drift from the satellite photos”

“But they called in those contractors to blow the entrance, remember?” I said, sipping on my coffee a bit more gingerly.

“We know they called them in to blow up something that they couldn't handle themselves” she replied. “I don’t think it was the entrance, they should have been able to take care of that.”

“Well there's only one way to find out” I said and stood up after finishing the last of the bitter black coffee.

>>32440103
Rugger is an interesting company, they have something for the Fuds with the mini 14 and gun site scout rifles. They have stuff tacticool fags like, with their sr series and the tactical mini 14 in .300 black out. And they even have something for target shooting enthusiast with the rugger precision rifle... Truly they have a great line up just for their rifles.

>>32434269
Thanks for that.

I haven't gotten to the rest yet because I just got home from a family visit, but I also have work in a few hours.

What's preventing him from rebarreling and re-sighting?

>>32440103
A No. 1 or No. 3 isn't THAT bad, a little bit of saving and/or a tax return can land you one if you get a good deal. Unless I'm misinterpreting the prices I'm seeing on GunBroker, anyway.

>Vampire in .375 H&H
An interesting feel

Fuck, trying to write a quick Christmas Special. But, I am too divided and possibly drunk!

>>32440203
He only just retrieved her, probably hasn't had a chance to look into doing that.

>>32440292
Awesome. I'll catch up on it soon.

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>>32437666
Well....yes.

I "broke" my 'new' 1903-A3. Pic related.

After only 2 rounds.

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>>32440359

>>32440390
I'm probably going to need a new stock. Or try my hand at woodworking and make one out of whatever the fuck I find laying around that's long enough to fit the dimensions.

>>32440359
What did you /do/ to her?

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>>32440512
I fucking fired 2 rounds of M2!

She was apparently already broken and "fixed" with two dowels and some epoxy. Not even wood glue. Don't make this out to be MY fault, asshole. I'm here to fix her .

Hell, it's what I did for my SKS.

>>32440531
>getting up my ass about something I had no reasonable expectation of knowing
You need some Midol or something, champ?

Also, I'm hoping that's the 'before' on the left.

>>32440588
>I used sarcastic quotations on the initial posting of the break
>no reasonable expectation
No, it's been a hard week. I got my uncle's Sears and Roebuck model 41-103, somehow missing a bolt, and covered in more-than-surface rust. Mom wants me to restore it because I /do/ work on them as a hobby, and yes that was the before the picture on the left.
I've also been working almost double time at work, has to drive 6 hours in one direction just to get to my family, I can't find out what I want to do with a story that I created a few weeks ago, and I think I just need a goddamn break.

No rest forthcoming.

Sorry about biting your head off. I have to be awake in 4 hours for work.

>>32440531
Yah broke it. Submit sedoku

>>32440645
man I wish my family would encourage my love of fire arms... In college no guns allowed, mother is an anti gunner dad is divorced but I never really see him.... feels bad man.. worst part is I have the money for it 15k just lying around but no place to put my guns.

>>32440686
What they don't know about, they can't charge you

>>32440737
nigga we just had the cops get called at my university because a guy had an airsoft gun in a bag and some chick lost her shit... WE had to sit in for a fucking seminar on why guns were bad..

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>>32440745
Then I can't help you.

>>32440737
heck technically we cant even have multi tools. Thank you SUNY. IT frustrating as all hell to be demonized for your hobbies.
Literally had a chick ask me what do I need a multi tool for as if it was some sort of baby killing weapon.

>>32440751
I desperately need to be liberated by the k/ommandos of WFG from here.

literally im an arm chair gun enthusiast...

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>>32440820
Where is "here"? Personally, I'm here.

>>32440842
dear god you are on the border..
me im central of the empire state in the thick of it...

>>32440745
>flat out told guns are bad
But colleges aren't indoctrination centers or anything

>>32440865
>New York
Oh, that would explain it. My sympathies, comrade.

>>32440889
you don't even know man, all was well and good at the community college I actually had one professor who turned me into a libertarian.

HE was pro second as fuck, but the second I hit the SUNY system shit changed real fast..

I feel less like im learning things then being taught an ideology, which really blows.

Honestly since getting my AS really im tempted to just bail and run to a different state..
I literally feel as if my brain is stagnating not having a constant source of real work that isnt just fucking paper pushing..

I want to apply my knowledge and see the end results.

Its a real shame we are putting kids through 18 plus years of education and they still cant get jobs where they can see the fruits of their labor.

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May be past Christmas in my area when I finish this, but I will fucking release my Christmas Special before the morning!

It's non-canon as fuck, but me having a bit of fun

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>>32432868
>He was playing the acoustic, not really with any particular rhythm, just some jazzy notes, working his way up and down the neck.
>I decided to lean back, so my legs didn't sting
>*CRACK*
>I struggled to suppress a sharp breath that would give me away, as Anon looked down at the guitar with a look of consternation of his face, as though he expected it, but was none the less disappointed with its fragility. He began playing on the fifth face of each string, and then an untouched string below it until he got to the third string down and touched the fourth, then continued the previous pattern.
>I slowly steadied myself
>*CRACK*
>Anon looked around this time instead of at the guitar.
>"The bridge doesn't seem like it's broken again" he muttered as he played a quick set of notes to confirm his suspicion and set the guitar down, looked around and pulled up another guitar, this one having a rounded body with soft curves along the edges, though it was a parallel shape, with all corners from the sides, the back and the front perpendicular, rather than softly curved with a radius like the last one, this one, like all but the one that read "Fender" was thicker, maybe three inches deep, it featured a beautiful front side, with all metal pieces being chrome, a moderately dark brown face in the front of the neck, and the front colored in a contrasting red toward the edges, with an almost smooth red appearance giving way to a distinctive orange wood grain in the center.
>I wondered why I was hiding, I guess I thought Anon wouldn't have let me see this. He hadn't in the year and a half since we'd met, and he evidently couldn't tell me about it when he went out last night. I decided to make my presence known. I opened the door, he just looked at me and froze. I was silent for a few seconds as I saw him react when I walked into the room. You could cut the silence with a knife... assuming you could find one with a strong enough blade.
>Anon's face when.

Become congress men be bored af , have to approve another budget bill.
Sneak in something called the Geist appreciation act stating that all guns must be given daily amounts of hugs and headpats. Laugh because you know the budget will never get approved and that the bill is attached so deep no one knows it exists.

The budget unexpectedly gets passed and some sharp eyed reporter noticed the oddly named bill attached to the budget.

Suddenly every one is required by law to hug their gun and give it headpats..

Fug, power went out. Gonna try my hardest to finish it tonight and then post it when power is restored

>>32441336
>>32441336
you in that blizzard in the Midwest?

>>32441359
No, rain (currently north of Chicago)

Hey guys sorry for not posting for a bit I needed a bit of a break to cope with some writer's block. I'm still working on finishing up chapter three. However, in the meantime I wrote an aside story for a giantess in WWI that me and some other guys discussed.

Let me know what you think about it.

>>32441454
March 1915

The world is at war.

Victoria


Rain

Rain seemed to be an ever-constant thing here in the middle of France. The farmers would have surely appreciated it, watering their crops and giving life. But to them, rain was misery.

Rain was cold

Rain was wet

Rain created mud, which they sank in and struggled to contain

Mud caused the men to sink

Mud claimed the bodies of many of their fellows in no man’s land where impact craters filled with water caused the bodies of hundreds, no thousands of young men to sink

Deep into the mud

The rain beat against her armor, gently tapping against her against her visor, a few droplets getting onto her face.

The rain soaked through her leather tunic and wool underclothes making her cold

She was so cold

She wasn’t alone in the cold

The men huddled in their trenches, shivering and shaking in the rain

They were all wet

They were all cold

But they wanted the rain

Because the rain, gave them cover

“Stand To!!” Sergeant Evans shouted.

The men stood up and fixed their bayonets

The men were ready, eyeing the enemy trench

Only 50 yards….

The 50 yards may as well been 50 miles, with barbed wire and machine guns guarding the enemy trench which lied tantalizingly close

The men had learnt the folly of trying to assault the enemy unsupported

Machineguns

Artillery

These things where tokens of death sent by the reaper himself

They tore the men apart and made taking the enemy line impossible

Until she came

>>32441471
The cool pre-dawn air caused clouds of vapor to form as she breathed in and out, her fingers nervously drumming on the pommel of her claymore.

The plan was simple; under the cover of machine gun fire she would advance and clear the enemy fire trenches and the first line of support trenches. Men would soon follow her and seize the areas she broke through.

She had trained for months beforehand for this very day, but still felt nervous. But it was now or never, the men were relying on her and she was obligated to protect them.

That was her job

Her reason for being.


Once again, I'd like your feedback. This is just a short story/aside that I may try and integrate into the main story somehow.

Hotline Waffegeist, Christmas Special is complete.

Gonna post it here tomorrow morning, as the neighborhood's power keeps going on and off, and leave you all with the pastebin now.
http://pastebin.com/dijV1PMS

>>32441277
>I watched the door swing open, Emily standing there with a concerned expression on her face, she looked worried, but understanding, though I didn't see what the big deal was. I'm just a man with a couple expensive guitars, a couple cheap ones and an ok tube amp, letting off some steam from a couple years of well... not.
>"Anon? Since WHEN do you play guitar?" she demanded playfully
"Since i was seventeen." I stated matter of factly.
>"How did that get started?"
"I ever tell you my mother took YEARS to come around to guns being my thing? she tried to suppress it for a few years. Bad move, then a couple years later she bought me a guitar and a few lessons with my sister's boyfriend, and it took off. Expensive mistake. Guitars cost a lot of money, even the low end ones like the mexican made fender strat. Not that it isn't a pretty solid guitar, just not the best of anything. Or my old Epiphone Les Paul that I still have in a sealed case in the attic. Three years later when I was in college and working on making my own way, I'd blown a couple grand on that hobby. I was starting my program in college to become a machinist by the time I managed to buy a tube amp."
>"Tubes? Why would anyone still use tubes? Did it take long to find one at an antique store?"
"No, solid state'll NEVER sound as good as tube, that's why guitar players across the world have given no fucks that transistors can amplify sounds since the eighties."
>Emily came and sat down with me, clearly thinking of a question, she wanted to say something, but was trying to make it sound right in her mind before she spoke.
>"What's with the headphones?"
"Didn't want to wake you. The amp doesn't sound good when it's quiet otherwise."
>she looked at me, both of us bleary eyed and about as composed as a ball of yarn laid in a heap.
>"Why didn't you want to tell me about this?"
"I don't like playing for people. I only play when I feel like it. You're welcome to listen. But I don't take requests."

>>32442690
>her face stretched into a frown, she gave me a pout. "Not even for meeee?" she groaned
>If those green eyes and that Brown hair wasn't so cute I wouldn't put up with this for a damn second, and in fact, I'd inform her that this is more than I typically allowed my mother without an hours worth of pestering and scolding from my father. But the fact was her face WAS that cute, and that damn pout of hers was like a hot knife twisting in my chest.
"urgh! Maybe." I said to erase that frown.
>"really? Oh Anon I love you!" she said, visibly elated as she scooted closer to me and snuggled herself into my left shoulder
"how about I put these down before I fuck'em up and we go to bed? I know you have to be at least as tired as I am."
>"alright, but don't get up without me again. Please."
"Something wrong, honey?" I asked, genuinely concerned
>"I had a nightmare. I was on a hill and-"
"I had the same one."
>"You got problems Anon." she said before thoughtfully adding "So do I."
"Well. You don't get a face like this and eschew side effects." I said, pointing to the obvious burns and pocks on my left cheek before turning to fully face her, and show the obvious scarring on the right.
>before I could have rotated my head to face her she grabbed it with her hands and pulled my face into hers "You look a little different, but your still my very own Anon." she said as she planted a kiss on my lips and pulled me down on the couch.
"Alright, let's go to bed." I said as I put the guitar down and carried her to the bedroom.
>Emily and I turned off the heater and snuggled up tight under the covers. For the first time I realized as I went to sleep. Emily could see into my nightmares. While the thought was unsettling at the first pondering, it became more assuring, at least now I had something I never had in the past. A guarantee that I was never alone.

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>>32442817
>guarantee that I was never alone

Eh, bump

>more JT in the works

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>>32440119
I really enjoyed the detail of your MC waking Katya up. I always enjoy the battle sequences of waking the girl up after a long night frivolity...
>tapco stock threat
Glorious!

>>32440086
This is too cute for me! I makes me regret I sold mine.
>like a neglectful parent

>>32443343
HYPED

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I have lost faith in my phone's word processor.

>>32443366
I thought we all went over the fact that you never sell your guns..

>>32443473
My phone actually gives me incorrect spelling.. i think its a glitch in apples adaptive learning software.
In theory it is supposed to learn frequently used slang and abreviations..

The issue is that it is most likely learning the most common spelling mistakes.

>>32440203
Fortunate appreciates your interest. Annie just got her back, and he lives in the middle of nowhere Alaska. So it won't be too easy to get repair parts.

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>>32443366
>Selling your guns.
This is how Fortunate came to be. He is the negative emotions and actions of gun owners made manifest and sent here to torment us. Why do you do this?

The fact his Christmas story hasn't ruined the holiday for us is something I chalk up to it not being finished yet. I will not lower my guard. My butthole is puckered tight because I know the son of a bitch is scheming on how to best steal Christmas and, unlike the Grinch, never return it.

You hear me, Fortunate Sons!? I am ready for you!

>>32443880
>fortunate sons is still enjoying the banhammer vacation

With the thread ending soon, I'm gonna past my belated Christmas Special. Enjoy!

Hotline Waffegeist, Christmas Special (NON-CANON)

December 24th, 11:00pm the Apartment
>You are sitting on the couch, watching another random Christmas special for the hundredth time.
>In the bedroom, Viveca had kicked you out, as she had some things she did not want you to see.
>You had already bought Viveca her gifts, and like a curious child, she kept trying to look and guess what you bought her.
>And deviously, you only had revealed just a few presents and put them under the tree.
>But you knew places to hide gifts she wouldn’t guess to look.
>But even then, the remaining presents were not that much to begin with.
>For a while now, it had been quiet and relaxing; the much needed rest you deserved.
>You were unsure how Viveca would celebrate Christmas. However, since she is now a gun residing in the USA, you may as well take this time to have her adopt more American traditions.
>She seemed to be enjoying it, despite trying to hide her enjoyment and thinking some of the decorations of stockings and a tree a little hokey.
>Looking at the clock, you see it was reading 11:02pm
“Viveca, hurry up with the gift wrapping, it’s almost midnight!”
>”Ostýn'! Almost done!” Viveca shouted from the bedroom.
“I can, but Santa can’t.”
>“Der'mó…”
“Language, lady.”
>Viveca had come out with a couple of presents and set them by the tree.
>Once underneath, she sat down on the couch and began watching the tail end of “The Year Without a Santa Claus.”
>”This movie is silly, papa. Why are you watching movie again for hundredth time?”
“It’s a timeless classic, and it’s really the only time of the year I can watch it.”

>>32443892
>With the movie over at 11:30, you both got up from the couch, and prepared for bed.
>Viveca got into her oversized T-shirt and out of her Adidas pants, and you into a wife-beater and your boxers.
>After the both of you brushed your teeth, the both of you laid in bed and went to sleep.
>But for you, you set your watch to go silently go off at 2:00am to place the remaining presents under the tree.

December 25th, 12:01am, The Apartment
*Ring ring*
”Fuck, who is calling at this hours of night.” you thought to yourself.
>Getting to the main room, you find that it was the mysterious cellphone ringing.
“Of all the days…” you mutter as you pick up the phone, hearing an elderly female voice on the other end.
>”Good evening Boar, this is Ms. Claus from the North Pole. My husband has gone missing, and we’re the closest one who can save him. He was last seen over 1225 Tidings Road. Come downstairs, and there will await you a sleigh. Be sure to bring something warm.”
>*click*
>In your mind you decided to not care, and just go with it.
>Going back to your room, you shake Viveca, waking her up.
>”Blyat, what time is it, Papa?”
“Just past midnight, and I just got a call from Ms. Claus. Up and at ‘em, girl.”
>”Cyka blyat, really?”
“Get your pants on, and a longs leave shirt. Looks like we’re not staying in this area for where we’re going.”
>Viveca gets out of bed and begins to change, while you yourself put on a pair of jeans and the only forms of warmth you have; a light fleece coat.
>The two of you head down, and grab your masks and your plate carrier from the van, along with all other necessary equipment and three 8-round magazines, in addition to the magazine she already had attached.

>>32443889
I know he is lurking in the shadows, waiting to snatch every motherfucker birthday we have left. The ban is just a setback for him.

>>32443908
>Walking outside, to the dismay of the both of you, there was a sleigh with reindeer at its front and a small person on the front, wearing an elk mask and what looked like a set of green Santa elf cloths.
>The two of your get in the back of the sleigh, and with person in front whipping the reins.
>The two of you look at each other in complete wonder as to the events unfolding before you; the sleigh began to fly in the air.
>”Papa, is this how Americans celebrate Christmas?”
“Not as far as I am aware of.” you said in disbelief.

>You arrive at a mountain range, with a blizzard blowing beneath the cloud line
>Moving above the clouds, the sleigh arrives at a fortress of ice, above the clouds.
>You, clearly underdressed for such weather, felt the horrid cold chill of the winds and below freezing temperatures of the region.
>Viveca, on the other hand, seemed to feel more at home and was likely taking in the nostalgia of the feeling of cold weather instead of the humid heat of L.A.
>On top of the fortress, you see a second sleigh and reindeer team on the roof, with one of the reindeer flashing red.
>The elf lands the sleigh on the roof, dropping both you and Viveca off.
>”We believe Santa is in the bottom level here. However, going from the entrance would be disastrous, so you have to make your way down. Find Santa as fast as you can and get him out, or else the both of you shall forever be on the naughty list.” commanded the elf.
>”Cyka blyat…” sighed Viveca.
>The elf shot her a nasty glare, to which she responded giving him the finger.
>You grab Viveca, in which she reverted into her vepr-12 form.
>You get out of the sleigh, and begin searching for an entrance.
>Without one in sight, you fire three shots on the roof, creating a hole.
>Slamming the heel of your boots, you create a larger hole for which you can enter from.
“Knock knock.”
>You jump down the hole and enter the frozen fortress.

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>>32443631
>>32443880
We have been over it. It was when they first came out. Get off my back...
>Light My Fire is back online again.
I'm looking forward to get an update out soon. My Christmas was small and quiet this year. Judith sang Stille Nacht for us.
>>32429704
I just want to say, "Thanks again, Guard!" You did Rose really well. I can't wait to see what you roll out next!

>>32443824
Does fortune speak through a oracle from the great beyond?

Oh how terribly powerful an entity he is.
We must convene a councile of the trip fags and plot a plan to satiate his appetite.

>>32443941
>You fall a good 10ft, and roll to divert the force of the fall from your legs to the rest of your body.
>”Cyka blyat! Dolboeb elf is going to get us killed!” shouted Viveca
>Already in enemy territory, you had no time to respond.
>Looking around, no one was in sight, for now, but you head the sound of small footsteps.
>You ready Viveca for an ensuring battle to come.

>From a nearby stair case came a group of 20 of….blue goblin looking things in santa outfits and snowmen?
>In their hands, the blue goblins are they’re carrying comically large candycanes, while the snowmen just have their stick or snow arms.
>Stealing yourself, you fire at the leading goblin, blowing its head clean off, splattering a viscous brown liquid all over.
>However, the mass of goblins and snowmen remain unperturbed and continued to charge.
>You continue to fire away at them as fast as you could, without bothering to aim
>With each shot, another goblins blew into pieces with more of that brown liquid splattering everywhere.
>You then tried firing a shot at the snowmen, and with it they too exploded in a blast of snow.
>However, they still kept moving, despite their injuries.
>*Click click* you just ran out, and the horde of 7ish more goblins and 6 snowmen were too close by.
>You drop Viveca down and ready yourself for a brawl.
>Viveca quickly picks up one of the oversized candycanes that had landed near you and takes a swing at the first goblin that reach, slamming it hard in its face.
>You punch the head of a snowman blowing it clean off, then proceeded to grab its midsection, and throw it at a goblin that approached, knocking it down.
>Viveca continued to bash another goblin continuously over the head, as you leaped past her and punted a goblin approaching into a snowman, blowing out its midsection.

>>32443960
>Past your shoulder, Viveca threw the candycane into the head of a snowman, in which you violently grabbed it out, crushed the goblin you knocked out earlier, and kicked the snowman’s midsection out.
>Another goblin came running at you, in which you grabbed it by its oversized nose, and tore its head out from its body.
>Viveca, from behind, tackled a snowman, and using its midsection slammed it on a goblin and stomped on its head, creating a splash of brown liquid.
>With one more snowman to go, you grab Viveca, and toss her at the snowman, to which she kicked apart at impact.

>Using her finger, Viveca wipes some of the brown liquid with her finger.
>She then lifts up her mask high enough to reveal her mouth, and places the finger in her mouth to taste the brown liquid.
>”Papa…goblin blood tastes just like…chocolate?”
“The fuck is wrong with this place? Whatever, we still need to get to Santa fast.”
>”I hope you have lots of alcohol tomorrow, Papa, because this place is fignjá”
>Grabbing Viveca, you head the stairs, changing her empty magazine with fresh 00 buckshot.
>Down the way, some more goblins were heading towards your direction.
>And like the idiotic fools they were, you kept blasting them into a shower of liquid chocolate.
>With so many goblins around, you had to change another magazine on Viveca, now leaving you with only one magazine left on reserve.
>You reached what seemed to be the ground floor, but no Santa in sight.
>Behind you was a trail of dead goblins, with snowmen trying to pelt you with snowballs from the upper floors, with little effect.

>>32443982
“Viveca, any idea how Santa could honestly have been kidnapped by these little fucks?”
>”Why ask me? Santa is Western invention.” Viveca responded back, in an annoyed manner.
“Well then any idea what could have-“
>”THE BEAST AND HIS PET ARE THERE!” yelled some voice high shrilled voice. “SEND IN THE ABOMINAL SNOWMAN!”
>Just then, a gate from the other side of the place began opening up.
>There before you was an 8ft ape-like being covered in fur with sharp teeth.
>Not letting the beast have a chance to get the upper hand, you begin firing three shots at its center of mass.
>Despite doing so, it only knocked it back a bit, angering the beast.
>It charged at you waving in every direction going berserk.
>You fire another shot at its center, still with no effect.
>It charged again, with you diving out of its way at the last moment, causing it to crash into a wall, sending it on its butt.
>Taking the opportunity of it being momentarily stunned, you run up, kick it hard in the chest, sending it down completely on the ground and completely unload on its head, blowing its cranium and face clean off.
>Unlike the goblins before, fresh red gore covered the area.
>With the beast now dead, you ran towards one of the halls, looking for another set of stairs going down.
>Moving, your change Viveca’s magazine, giving her the final fresh one.

>>32444012
>After gunning down a couple of fleeing goblins and punching out a few snowmen, you found some stairs leading downward
>At the bottom, you came down to an open room, with a large cell cell at the other end.
>Inside the cell was a large man with a bear in well-crafted fur suit, now looking partially torn.
>Getting closer, you can see that this man was Santa, and despite what Coca-cola advertisement and Christmas specials show, he was not wearing a red suit.
>”Ho, ho, ho! I thought the Mises might have sent someone, but I didn’t expect you, Boar.”
“Happens when one has a hotline to solve problems.”
>You see that the cell has an internal lock, and looks as though it could be blasted away with Viveca, even if you brought your master locks.
>”NO SO FAST, HUMAN!”
>Turning around, you see a large, elderly looking old man, with skin of ice, and robes that of snow.
>”SANTA INTRUDED HERE FOR THE VERY LAST TIME, AND I WILL MAK-“
>You threw Viveca right at him, to which she reverted to her human form, and punched him to the ground.
>With the both of you looking down at him, the both of you crush his arms under your feet, and in a swift movement, you grab Viveca and point her right at his face.
>”No! wai-“
*BAM!”

>>32444046
>Hanging around what was left of his neck, you grab the key and unlock the cell door.
“Your sleigh and one of your elves are up above, can you walk?”
>”Ho, ho, ho, I could use some help. The goat and my capture has immobilized me a little.”
>You set down Viveca, who kept point while you helped Santa out of the dungeon room.
>With the master of the fortress dead, the snowmen were no longer animated, and the goblins ran for their life.
>Back at the top floor, you called out to the elf above, who dropped you a rope.
>One by one, you all made it back above in one piece.
“Ho, ho, ho, I have to thank you two for saving me from that warlock. If you didn’t save me, Christmas surely would have been canceled!”
>Neither you nor Viveca responded.
>The both of you were too tired and still numb to all of the events that had just occurred.
>Reaching into your pocket, you notice you also forgot your smokes.
>”Hmm, you don’t believe I’m here do you? Well, maybe you will in the morning.”
>With that, he snapped his fingers and wiggled his nose and the world suddenly turned black.

>>32444078
December 25th, 8:30am, The Apartment
>You get up from bed and quickly check your watch.
>8:30am
“Oh shit, I overslept.” you thought to yourself. “Her presents are still hidden away, shit.”
>To your side, you notice Viveca also waking up.
>The amount of bedhead she was sporting completely covered up her boar ears.
>”It morning yet?”
“A merry Christmas to you.” you said, as you rubbed her head.
>”Mmm, merry Christmas to you too, Papa.”
>The two of your get out of bed, and leave the bedroom.
>And there, in the living room, your tree was packed with gifts, vastly outnumbering what you bought Viveca.
>”So dream was real?” Viveca said, looking completely stunned.
“Yeah, looks like it was real.”
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>>32444107
>The watch on your arm begins to vibrate.
>Suddenly you find yourself back in your bed, with the watch reading 2:00am.
>To your side, you hear Viveca sleeping soundly.
>Getting out carefully from bed, you watch to see if Viveca reacts with any ear twitching.
>Safely up, you carefully move out of the room, and go to where you hid the remainder of Viveca’s gifts.
>With them in your arms, you place them under the tree carefully around where Viveca and you left your own, making sure to not a peep.
>As you were about to get up, a present catches your eye.
>Looking at the tag it read “Merry Christmas, ********! What you have done all year is naughty, but you have been nice to many more.”
>You get up and take in a big sigh.
“That’s it, we’re going to church today.”

And that's all folks! Hope you all enjoyed my rushed Christmas special!

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>>32443960
nice update m8,i like it

>>32445004
Thanks, Poly

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Hey /wfg/, I got a Russian operator story that takes place in Ukraine. Do post or no?

>>32446019
floor it

>>32446034
Okay, one moment.

>>32446019
Yeah, this isn't just for girls-that-are-guns-that-are-made-for-loving.

>>32446045
>>32446034
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-gOLIQEEPyuEpeEzyCKlmun3ukgGEhCXWMafR_9N6ew

Too long to post in standard thread. 4800/2000.
Whoops.

How many of you have read the Metro books? I imagine a lot of people here would like them. Just started playing STALKER and it's similar in tone.