/wfg/ Writefag General -helping a friend edition

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>It's been a long time coming, but you've finally got the money for your next purchase in the bank, as well as found exactly what you're looking on one of the multiple firearm auction sites.

>It's a stressful week of outbidding others looking to purchase the same rifle, but you mange to maintain the highest bid by the time the auction clock hits zero on Tuesday night.

>Come Friday, you're walking out of the backwoods FFL with a massive rifle case in hand. It barely fits behind the seat, but you manage it.

>You're giggling like a madman as you enter the apartment you call home, nearly tripping over yourself as you tote the behemoth of a case through the door.

>Setting the case down on the coffee table, you waste no time in unlocking the treasure chest sitting before you. Legs bouncing one hundred miles per hour out of excitement, you gingerly open the case and ease the lid down onto the table.

>Now open and exposed, before you sits a weapon that many drool over, have dreams of owning. Or so you like to think, anyway.

>Barrett M90, .50 BMG bolt action bullpup.

>Your hands hover over the instrument of long range precision, unsure of just where to start in your exploration of the nearly four and a half foot rifle.

>You finally decide to remove the firearm from the foam lined case, taking care to easily lift it from its bed. You fold out the bipod and gently set it on the floor atop the blanket you keep on the couch.

>You make to reach for the optic inside the case when you're suddenly hit by the call of nature.

>Annoyed that your naturally occurring bodily functions are interrupting your time with an inanimate object, you leave the living room and head through your bedroom to the bathroom.

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>>32503787
>As you sit on the porcelain throne, browsing ammunition and accessories on your phone, you swear you hear a slight thud over the din of the exhaust fan.

"Probably nothing," you say to yourself.

>You turn your attention back to the mobile device in hand, crying internally at the price of match grade .50 BMG.

>THUNK!

>You know you heard something that time.

>Assuming it was just the rifle case falling from the table due to your neglect, you rush to finish and clean up so as to make sure the accessories in the case weren't damaged, especially the scope.

>Rushing into the living room, you're met by a site that stops you dead in your tracks.

>The rifle case is indeed on the floor, however you are no longer the only person in your small apartment.

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>>32503802
>more big rifles

YES

>>32503887
Daily reminder that the 5.56 is just a scaled down .50 BMG

>>32504052
Not even close

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>couldnt make a feature writer on OP
>here it is

The Deplorable Phil Ossiferz Stone
Cold
an agent tell his stories
http://pastebin.com/BM4imGQ4

Anon
It's about /k/ommandos removing supernatural kebab in the dark ages
http://pastebin.com/43gfWSPf

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Vampire fag is up to date
http://pastebin.com/1nQfxkVN

Construct is up to date
http://pastebin.com/ReY90Yxk

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This looks to be the closest thing to a /k/drawthread/fiction thread so I'm posting here instead of making a new thread.

Designing a "crossbow" that looks like a rifle for a d&d character because a gun matches the look of the character better than a crossbow and guns don't exist in setting.

Does this seem somewhat plausible thus far? (Ignoring for now that it'd likely have a lower velocity than a "normal" crossbow- that can be handwaved away as fantasy metals having better springy-ness.)

It's completely nonmagic with one exception- there's a small magic crank that turns the gears which pulls the springs back. You can use a normal crank, which is normally stored in a small bag pictured, if it malfunctions or you're in an anti-magic field.

Not pictured- when the chain pulls the springs all the way back, it opens the top of the "chamber" (If it were a gun) where you put the bolt in, after which you press a button/switch to have a much smaller spring (not pictured, it's in the middle between the large springs) pull the chain back into the neutral/unrolled position (This spring isn't as high tension, so it rolls back in rather than snapping like a bow) so it doesn't add resistance to the main springs when fired, which also closes the top chamber.

>>32504686
I don't see any reason why it wouldn't function. However, it sounds very... Swiss. I would imagine it having a lot of mechanical problems that could pose a serious problem unless your character is a watchmaker or Kraut Space Wizard.

>>32504610
Thanks for the update and name change, Poly.

>>32504686
It...CAN work...
Mind you, I'm not an engineer, but something about it seems very overly complicated in a steampunk way. Having a mundane backup is a stroke of genius, though.

Need some help, /wfg/. Need some inspiration, and I'm stuck trying to think of a place or situation to steamroll in. Just remember it has to involve a levle of desecration or violent destruction of guns/geists. Anything done IRL would help more so with real guns helps.

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>>32505048
>needs a level of desecration or violent destruction of guns/geists
>preferably IRL

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>>32505048
Here's all that, plus a level of Smug that should violently spike your blood pressure.

https://youtu.be/rtFX3JBYsIg

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>>32505136
Yes, and? Why else do I keep on writing on killing people and describing their deaths as though I was trying to imitate the Illiad?

>>32505161
As much as I want to, I feel it'd be too much of a repeat of Part 2

>>32505048
what situations have you written so far?

Yours is one of those stories i havent had time to read yet. Been in /wfg/ for a week or so, and some stories took a lot longer than i expected to read

Like, the Jagdtiger story, which seemingly never ends

>>32505048
>desecration or violent destruction of guns
FAMAS on AUG S&M porn when?

>>32505180
https://www.google.com/amp/www.popularmechanics.com/military/weapons/amp19801/meet-the-pentagons-gun-eating-machine/

http://www.longbeach.gov/police/press-releases/weapon-crusher/

I'm depressed now.

>>32505206
part 1: Killing gang members to save stolen geists to sell back to ATF
part 2: Killing hipsters and artists that smelt down and mutilate guns
Part 3: Raid ATF building for info
Part 4/5: Remove rabid anti-gun director/producer that has his own rape dungeon
Part 6: raid geist smuggling, uncover anti-gun congressman has been doing illegal gun running to gangs

>>32505206
Sorry, FAMAS and her French owner are having their own adventures or dead post-part 3.

>>32505218
This helps. Thanks.

>>32505250
Fuck
>Part 1: Kill gang members to save stole geists that were going to be sold to the ATF

I'm considering doing a slice of life story about a man and his geist that are in a DD/LG relationship. Thoughts?

>>32505318
n-no lewding the raifu

>>32505318
What the fuck man. No.

>>32505318
no

>>32505318
Only if the little girl is actually YUGE. Like an Anzio 20mm.

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>wake up
>it's the current year
>no Lamia gf wrapped around me
>no waffengeists in kitchen making breakfast
>civilization hasn't collapsed
>monstergirls don't real, weapon spirits don't real, the happening will never happen

Happy New Year, same as the old year.

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>>32503802
>Standing on the blanket where you left your newly purchased rifle is a mountain of a woman, easily reaching six and a half feet in height.

>Donned in a pair of olive drab BDU pants and a woodland field jacket, the amazonian easily sticks out in your white walled urban apartment.

>Her flowing, fiery red ginger hair adds to her distinctiveness, as if her garb and size weren't enough. Tied into a ponytail and draped over her shoulder, it almost seems an honor cord for her uniform.

>"Are you the gimp who bought me off ol' Alby?" she asks, her bespectacled gaze falling upon you as you stand dumbstruck. Her voice carries the sweet melody of the Emerald Isle, your mind wandering to images of sheep and whiskey.

"Uh... And you are?" you finally stammer out, unsure of how exactly to respond to this unknown woman in your abode.

>"Ya damn spanner, I'm your rifle. Haven't you ever seen a weapon spirit, before?" she snorts, hands on her hips as she leans toward you.

>It's at this point you notice that she is standing where your now vanished Barrett was once sitting. You look to the case and see that that the optic is gone, leaving only the three magazines and cleaning kit in the foam cutouts.

"Wait... The Barrett, where- "

>She holds up a gloved hand, cutting you off. Without saying a word, she pulls her glasses from her freckled face and holds them out to you.

>"Take them," she orders.

"How will- "

>"Take the damn glasses," she barks, brows furrowed in annoyance.

>You nod and quickly reach out to take the eye wear from her out of fear of further reprisal for your questioning the amazonian.

>The moment the glasses leave her grasp and enter yours, you suddenly find yourself holding your Barrett's high powered optic.

"You've gotta be shittin me."

>She quickly snatches the scope from your hand after she's proven her point.

>"Now, if you're done gawkin," she huffs, replacing her glasses.

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>>32505444
>those digits

Such things take time, Anon. Unfortunately we're not in a anime where these things appear overnight. We must forge these things ourselves and it will take time.

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>>32504686
>saltpeter, charcoal, and sulphur is too complex for the setting
>a rack and pinion top loading space gun with a convoluted mechanism that would require a high degree of accuracy to build
it wouldn't work in real life, at least not well.

firearms have existed in a european setting since the late 13th century, if your DM doesn't grok that he's just fucking retarded. Hell, even in pathfinder and most of the recent D&D generations they have firearms

Anon with the Aussie shotgun continuing.
Finally decided on a name for the story- The Road Home

>>32491060
>After a lot of fidgeting and fuss with seats and seatbelts, you finally had your new, blind companion sitting in the back seat of your truck. Turning the vehicle on and glancing at the clock, you realized that the acquisition of a new shotgun, and that shotgun in turn being a geist, had cost you more than the allotted thirty minutes you wanted to spend. Looks like you would be driving home in the dark, not that the girl in the back seat would notice or care.
>As you turned out of the parking lot, Cassidy reached for your phone and started searching through your playlist and began playing the same music you had been listening to before the unexpected detour. She didn’t get to listen to it long before you pulled back onto the highway and the newest rider decided to break the silence between you.
>“Anon, you mentioned that you had a pistol with you. Is she still around?” the girl in the back asked.
>“Hello. I’m Anon’s CZ-75 B, though everyone just calls me Cassidy. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Cassidy responded for you.
>“Same here. Anon, do you have any other guns with geists at home?”
“Yeah, four. You’re the only shotgun though. Would you mind telling me how that came to be anyway?”
>“Uh… Uh… A-anon, I was thinking that you could tell me about yourself first,” she replied, in the same hesitant tone she had used in the parking lot. She was definitely avoiding talking about herself.

>>32505828
>You decided to oblige her request and spent the next hour of driving telling her about yourself. You told her how you came from a family that was mostly apathetic to your gun hobby, save one aunt who abhorred it and one uncle who helped grow it. You told her how you got out of your shitty state and moved to a more gun friendly one, and in doing so turning down a good job opportunity in Sacramento. You told her about the comfy desk job that you held in which you got to design pamphlets and newsletters for a small company in the closest “city”, and how your commute was 45 minutes each way. You, however, refrained from telling her too much about the four other geists that were probably arguing back at your house, aside from the fact that they existed.
>You wanted to avoid that. You wanted to use the time in the car to figure out how to introduce a new gun into the household without causing a war. It was always the risk with buying milsurp rifles. They always seemed to be more militant than other geists, and milsurp guns always seemed to be inhabited by geists more often than non-military rifles. And it was just your luck that every single gun you owned happened to have a geist.
>Finally, after the hour of backstory and insisting that your other guns would introduce themselves, the geist in the back had been caught up with your life.
“So, now that you know about me, I was thinking tha-”
>*GROWL*
>Fuck… Someone was hungry.
>“Anon… Do you think we could get something to eat?” Cassidy asked, giving you the same pleading eyes she had given you when she wanted to go to the gun store.
>You let out an aggravated sigh.
“Cassidy, I told you that I wanted to get home before the sun set. As it stands now, I’m already gonna be driving in the night, I don’t particularly want to get home later than we already will.”

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>>32505463
>Glasses once again resting upon her visage, the rifle woman makes her way into the kitchen, your ears picking up the sound of her rummaging through the fridge, pantry, and cabinets.

"Scuse me!" you protest, trotting after her. "I think I'm entitled to some answers!"

>As you enter the kitchen area, you're met with her top half buried in your fridge in search of something.

"If you are, in fact, some kind of weapon spirit or whatever, and you are also /my/ Barrett M90, that means you owe me some kind of explanation!"

>"Oh shove it," she grunts, pulling herself from the fridge.

>She towers over you, one of your beers in hand. Slamming the fridge shut, she closes what little of a gap there is between the two.

>Now, you've always been on the rather short side for a guy at roughly 5'10", but you've never met a girl that was more than an inch and a half taller than you, maybe an inch.

>Now, however, you have a woman that's nearly six and a half feet tall staring down at you, her pale green eyes drilling through your own. You shrink back slightly, but do your best to maintain your ground.

>"Now you listen, and you listen good, yah damn yank," she growls, prodding at your chest with the can of Budweiser.

>"You may have bought me, but all that means is that you're the fuckin Gom I'm stuck with until you decide to pawn me off to the next Yank who thinks they're man enough to handle me. I ain't yer mate, I ain't yer 'buddy,' I ain't yer rifle. Ye ain't done shiet to earn none o' that."

>By the time she's done speaking and prodding you with the beer, you've been backed against the wall of the kitchen. She walks back into the living room, popping the tab on the can of brew as she goes.

>"And get some better beer, damn it! This is piss water!" she yells.

>It takes you a moment to compose yourself. Never before had you been... Well, you're rather unsure what that was just then.

>>32505845
>“But Anooon we still have two hours left of driving and I’m gonna staaaarve,” she complained, in an almost childlike demeanor, which somehow fit her smaller stature, but also clashed with her overall early 20s appearance.
“You’re a gun. You don’t need to eat. Besides, I’m sure Lee is making something for tonight.”
>“But I don’t wanna wait two hours to eat! And we’re already gonna be late, so what’s the big deal?”
“The big deal is-”
>“Anon, if it’s not too much trouble, I wouldn’t mind stopping for a quick bite. I haven’t had food since I was in Australia,” the shotgun in the back interjected into your conversation.
“Jeez, it was that long ago?”
>You could see the girl nodding her head in the rearview mirror and let out a sigh.
“Aight, aight. Do either of you have a preference? Just make sure it’s cheap and quick.”
>“Thanks, mate. I’m fine with anything, so Cassidy can choose.”
>“Is McDonald’s good with you two?” Cassidy asked, despite her tone that implied she had already made up her mind.
>“Maccas is fine.”
“It’s disgusting, but quick. If I see that there’s one off one of the next exit I’ll pull off.”
>“Thanks, Anon!” the two geists said in unison.
>In nearly no time at all, you saw a sign advertising the restaurants coming up at the next exit, and, as expected, McDonald’s was one of them. So, once again, you turned off the highway and got onto the ramp, then turned onto one of those small side roads and into the fast food parking lot.
>Getting your new geist out of the truck seemed to be easier than getting her in, and hopefully all the problems you were encountering would be fixed once you got home and threw some sights on that pic rail. That said, having a woman wrapped around your arm and dependent on your guidance wasn’t too bad.
>But you’re a sick motherfucker who’s into that.

>>32505855
Sorry mate, will let you finish before I keep goin with the Barrett.

>>32505855
>Enfield wrapped around your left arm and Cassidy running ahead of you, you entered the shabby looking establishment that looked as if it had never seen one of those renovations that most urban McDonald’s got. A few minutes late and you were carrying a tray with three Big Macs, a medium fry, and three cups for water. The place was empty aside from employees, so Cassidy decided to take one of the booths by the window, immediately unwrapping one of the sandwiches and digging in. The lack of eyesight seemed to be prohibiting the shotgun from doing so.
“You need any help with that?” you asked looking her in the eye, not that she could see.
“Uh… Yeah. If you don’t mind. Just put the burger in my hand and put some chips in front of me. I should be fine,” she said, a bit embarrassed.
>You did as she asked and then put one of the cups of water in front of her.
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom and make a phone call, you two keep eating,” you said as soon as it seemed the Australian had the hang of eating.
>After relieving yourself in a less than optimal location, you whipped out your phone and dialed home.
>“Hey anon,” a familiar voice with a slight British accent said.
“Hey Lee. How’s it going at the house?”
>“It’s going… Mmmm… Good…? Good. It’s good. Really good.”
“That really doesn’t sound convincing. What broke and who broke it?”
>“Don’t you trust us, Anon?” Lee asked, with a slightly higher pitch.
“I trust you. I don’t trust the other three to be left to their own devices and not shoot at each other. If there’s a problem though, I’ll fix it when I get home. Anyway, I was calling to tell you I’m gonna be late.”
>“Oh… I was making dinner, and it’ll be ready in a few minutes. I thought you were close to home. What happened?”

>>32505865
“Well, Cassidy wanted to go to a gun store she saw an ad for while we were driving and I obliged, which led to me buying a new gun, which in turn led to some complications. The short version is I’m in a McDonald’s restroom and I’ll be home in two hours.”
>“Oh. Uh… What type of gun is it? Does it have a geist?”
“Well, it’s a No. 1 Mk. III Enfield and it has a geist but-”
>“OH ANON! THAT’S AMAZING!”
>“What’s amazing?” came through muffled, but you couldn’t pinpoint who said it.
“BUUUT- but I don’t want you to tell the others yet. I want to figure out how I’m going to introduce her to them. I don’t want another-”
>“I know, Anon. I won’t tell anyone until you want me to,” Lee replied in a slightly hushed tone.
“Thanks Lee. This girl is… Special. She seems apprehensive to talk about her past, and I don’t want to fuck her up more than she might already be. One more thing: she’s a shotgun.”
>“What?”
“Precisely. Anyway, I have to get going. I’ll be a couple more hours still. Keep holding down the fort. See ya in a while.”
>“Bye Anon. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
>You cut the call and looked into the mirror.
>Love.
>You undoubtedly loved your guns. Your love for Lee was even deeper than that. But that confession of love that you had shared many times before never failed to slightly disturb you on a human level. Was it appropriate to love your guns? Could guns be a spouse, even if they were sentient? To what extent could they love you back? These were questions that you weren’t about to answer in a dirty McDonald’s bathroom.
>You decided that it wasn’t worth contemplating philosophical issues right now and left the bathroom to rejoin your geists who should’ve been almost done eating. As you stepped out of door you heard a splash and the sound of plastic hitting tile.
>“FOR FUCK’S SAKE!” a familiar Australian voice exclaimed.

>>32505876
>You worked your way back to your table to find a very wet and very red faced girl. The black t-shirt hid most the water, but there was a visibly dark stain on her light blue jeans. You noticed that Cassidy was getting some napkins from a dispenser across the room.
“How’d that happen?” you asked, slightly humored.
>“How do you think it happened you cunt? I can’t see shit and I knocked over my drink!”
>Cassidy returned a few seconds later and started putting napkins on the shotgun’s left leg and crotch.
“You need any help with that?”
>“No Anon, I got it. Besides, you shouldn’t be touching women there in public in that manner anyway. People might think that you were a couple or something. I wouldn’t want them to get the wrong idea and think you were with her and not me,” Cassidy replied with a smile in my direction while she continued to try and dry off the damp geist.
>“WHY WOULD I WANT TO DATE HIM?” the shotgun asked, shocked at the notion that she would ever engage in romance with you.
“Thanks. Well, at least there was no food to spill it on,” you said, examining the empty table. “As soon as you’re done, let’s get going.”
>After Cassidy had dried off the still red faced geist to the best of her ability, you left the restaurant and got back into the truck. This time, with a little less trouble, you got the blind geist into her seat and got her strapped in. In a few minutes you were back on the highway, looking at the clock and sighing again as the sun began to set.
>Cassidy turned the radio back on and you proceeded in silence for a few minutes. Your thoughts were occupied with how your other geists would react to… To… Shit. You hadn’t asked your new geist her name yet.
“Hey, Aussie, I never got a chance to ask you, what’s your name?”

>>32505884
>“Uh… Umm… Well… Anon, I said it before, but I really want to start with a blank slate. A new me! I’m no longer a rifle, so I was thinking I might as well get a new name,” the geist replied, once again, with the same tone as before. The faux optimism was poorly masking her intentions.
“Yeah, I’m not buying it. I told you about my life and I bought you some food. I’m not about to let you into my home without knowing anything about you. I don’t mean to pry, but I need to know this, for your protection.”
>You didn’t want to come off angry. You didn’t want to upset her, but when you turned around to look, her head was down. Fuck. You just had to fuck it up.
“Look, I didn’t mean it like-”
>“No, Anon. You were deadest with me, now I gotta be deadest to you. Eye for an eye. Y’know?”
>Her voice was filled with anxiety and sorrow. This was obviously gonna be a tear jerker.
“If it makes a difference, you can just tell me how you became a shotgun. You can have a new name if you want.”
>“No… No. I- I’ll start from the beginning. I’ll tell you all about how a bloody good rifle became a rooted shotgun.”

And that's all for this evening. Always interested to hear what could be improved and what needs fixing.

>>32505894
not bad m8, just one question and only one, will you keep a tab on your stuff?

>>32505914
As in operate a bin?
I could set one up if need be.

>>32505931
not necesaraly a pastebin but yes if you decide to make one

>make an account so you can edit it
>post link here so i can add it to the list

>>32505942
If you mean some other way of saving, I have it all on a word doc.
If you mean archiving, I can get a bin up in a minute.

>>32505948
archiving so new persons can read

>>32505962
http://pastebin.com/PMNm2gfz
Here you go

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>>32505444
>trump is president in a few weeks
>russo-american alliance soon
>10th crusade.jpg
>tfw we retake constantinople and land a 747 nose first on the kaaba

>>32506066
>>russo-american alliance soon
Baltic countries and Poland would be less than amused by that, it's far too predictable what would happen should Russia start to make a move against Baltic countries after that: USA pulls out of Baltia, NATO falls apart, Russia moves in, lots of chaos in Europe, Trump writes in Twitter blaming everything on China, Putler's official approval ratings pass 120%...

>>32506066
anime will be real before midsummer, trust me

>>32506298
by midsummer USA will be bankrupt & Trump will be applying for Canadian citizenship so in a few years he can run for prime minister...

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>>32505894
I can't really offer a critique, but I'm really enjoying the story.

>>32505444
Tfw no lamia to teach about modern human society.

>>32505854
>Walking on eggshells, you poke your head into the living room.

>The bully of a Barrett is sitting on the couch, booted feet propped on the coffee table as she channel surfs. She stops once she comes across a soccer game.

>"Feckin Yanks can't play ball for shiet," she swears at the television. She takes a swig from the blue can of alcohol, making a disgusted face as she swallows.

"... So what the hell am I supposed to call you, then?" you ask from the kitchen threshold.

>"Just call me rifle," she says flatly, eyes not leaving the television.

"Alrighty then... "

>Rolling your eyes, you pick up the now much lighter rifle case and head into your room to seek out some answers by way of your computer. You type up a quick email to the former owner and seller of the rifle, being sure to word it to seem like you're simply wanting to be sure there are no "out of the ordinary" problems to be expected.

>Looking back through the earlier emails between yourself and the dealer, you begin to realize that you might have stumbled upon something rather fishy.

>He'd asked about your family history, religion, job, etc. You'd figured it was simply some older gentleman being overly careful about who he was selling such a powerful firearm to.

>A few hours pass before you finally get a response. It simply reads: "Be patient. Guinness and steak pie, Guiness, and Bailey's will open the door. She'll kick you around, but that's the nature of such a large weapon. You work with her, not her with you."

"The fuck?" you wonder aloud.

>You begin to write a response, but the door to your bedroom swing open as the Barrett walks in.

>"Ah'm headin to bed," she yawns.

"Let me get the couch ready for you," you offer, standing from your computer.

>"For me? Nah, lad, I'm takin the bed."

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>>32505554
To be honest I don't actually know how they feel about guns in setting, so I just figured I'd assume they don't exist to play it safe.

"lore" for the swiss watch crossbow is that it's design was originally a Speargun for ships doing underwater research, but sailors found it kills people just as ded when loaded with crossbow bolts on land when it was used in an emergency against pirates, so sometimes sailors grow accustomed to them and prefer them over standard crossbows, leading to them being a bit of a rare, though not really strange to see in coastal regions, weapon.

>>32506497
>You're caught off guard by this, but begin to think maybe she's finally starting to settle in. She is, after all, your rifle. Maybe this is an opportunity to become closer?

"Oh, uh, sure, I suppose we can share the bed, it is a full sized."

>"Hahaha, that's funny," she snorts. "What the hell did I just tell ye not but a few hours ago?"

"What?" you stutter, caught off guard.

>"I ain't yer mate and I sure as hell ain't yer 'snuggle buddy' like other whore Geists."

"Then why the hell don't you sleep on the couch?" you protest.

>"I'm a lady, and a gentleman always allows the lady the bed while he takes the couch."

>A smug and victorious grin adorns her face as she watches you try to formulate a response.

>Throwing your hands up in defeat, you storm out to the living room after being vacated from your own bedroom for the foreseeable future.

"Talk about a rough Saturday," you groan, laying down on the couch.

>You notice the pile of empty beer cans on the coffee table numbering the amount you had had in the fridge. Sighing, you roll over to face the couch.

"Well, guess that gives me a reason to go buy groceries tomorrow."

>It's one of the one of the most restless night's sleep you've had in ages.

>>32503787
>>32503802
>>32505463
>>32505854
>>32506497
>>32506592

Shall I keep goin or nah?

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>>32506535
if you're in a low fantasy setting just use a damn gun. you're overthinking this

>>32506610
Becoming the bitch in a relationship right away? Damn.

Yes, please.

>>32505318
This isn't really Fortunate, is it? I thought he said he was going away for a while.

>>32506610
it's like annie bit less nice

But then again, dom-forced-sub (i know it's not exactly what is going on or might happen but you get the idea) tingles my special place

floor it senpai. I like it so far

>>32506645
It isn't

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>>32503787
>>32503802
>>32505463
>>32505463
>>32505854
>>32506497
>>32506592

>>32506610
Yes please, your story reminds me of AAI, but a bit less abusive.

>>32506880
That the one where another person made their own edit later in which the owner beat the shit out of the rifle?

>>32506947
Actually, I'm pretty sure it is.

>>32506066
>not wanting glorious Sino-American Alliance like in Red Dawn
>not wanting to wipe off Russia from the face of the Earth

What are you? A bolshevik or something?

>>32503294
so, I wrote a thing on impulse after I got some inspiration.... yay or nay?

read it here: http://pastebin.com/FEEWex3Z

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Writing has started for Damaged Goods Chapter 4: Memories.

This one is going to be a bit more challenging to write, as keeping perspectives straight might be a bit more difficult.

>>32504052
Nah. .50 BMG IS scaled up .30-06, though.

>>32508148
can't fuckin wait

>>32508148
>hype

>>32507207
I...I'm not feeling it, dude.

>>32507953

SCAR may have won, but ACR is a damn fine looking rifle.

Only real downside is being a little front heavy.

>>32508153

That makes a ton of sense, especially if you think about US Army doctrine of the time.

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>>32508865

True guess I should have said it was "questionably the only downside"

For a 5.56 rifle I don't think I would pick a SCAR over an ACR. Actually might get on this year after tax returns.

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>>32508148
>Chapter 4: Memories.

>opens with a shot of a Beretta 92 geist tied to a chair, having her teeth punched out by a screaming Wolfgirl while a tall, green-eyed woman watches impassively from the corner
>*RECORD SCRATCH*
>"I suppose you're wondering how I wound up here..."

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>>32508965
>Sophie being beaten by the other girls

I-I'm sure they'll see the situation logically and with forgiveness... right?

>>32509378

Liking the story so far

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>>32509378
>Catholic
>Wearing a rosary around their neck

>>32509532
Catholic myself, but not the best Catholic. Shoulda double checked beforehand, my bad senpai

>>32506610
>>32506592
>You're awoken Sunday morning to your phone alarm going off, much earlier than you would like, yet at a time that you've become used to.

>Back aching and groggy from sleeping on the couch, you stand and crack your back a few times before slinking into the kitchen for a glass of water.

>You look over to the clock on the microwave as you drink deeply from the plastic cup, still unsure how some people can operate earlier than 7 in the morning, especially on the weekends.

>Thirst quenched, you slowly creep into your darkened bedroom, taking care not to wake the sleeping Barrett under the covers. Grabbing a fresh shirt and shorts from a drawer, you quietly change into your exercise clothes before stepping out into the early morning light.

>You return from your run an hour later, out of breath and drenched in sweat, but feeling the good burn all through your body.

>The hot shower you find yourself enjoying not longer after you get back eases your screaming muscles, the steam cleansing your lungs. Your period of relaxation is cut short, however, as a pounding on the bathroom door interrupts your thoughts.

>"Oi, hurry the fech up!" you hear the Barrett yell.

"You can wait, damn it," you shoot back as you step out of the shower and begin to towel off.

>"Oh, somebody grew some balls overnight!" you hear her holler through the door.

>Ignoring her for the time being, you take your sweet time in donning the suit hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Shaved, showered, and suited, you step out of the bathroom.

>"Took ya long enough," complains the spirit. She looks at you over the brim of a coffee mug she's drinking from. "Why the get up? You goin for an interview at the McDonald's?"

"I'm going to Mass," you state, pulling a rosary from a drawer and placing it in your breast pocket.

>You turn to face the Barrett, who has a brow raised in your direction.

>"Catholic?" she questions.

"Born and raised."

>>32509532
fixed it fampai

>>32509630
>>32509668
Shit, I was just being nit-picky man. You didn't have to change anything.

>>32509856
>>32509857
why does the german have an ak?

>>32510000
>what was East Germany

>>32510000
It looks like a training exercise, so they probably used an AK instead of the appropriate rifle just because it didn't need to be 100% accurate.

>>32510000
East Germans?

>>32509808
All good mate. Besides, changed it in the word doc as well, so would rather the posted material matched the saved stuff.

>>32509668
>She grunts an affirmative at your answer, literally biting her tongue as she considers you as you begin putting on your dress shoes.

>"I woke up earlier for a drink of water," she begins, leaning against the frame in the doorway of the bathroom. "You were out, yeah?"

"I was out for my morning running, yes," you sigh, rolling your eyes.

>"The hell's with that attitude, ya gowl? I'm just askin ye some questions," she says with a sneer.

"If you're going to insult me or get on my ass about somethin, just get it on with it," you retort.

>"Hurt yer feelins, did I?" she snaps, moving to fully stand just inside the bathroom. "Well feckin grow up an' learn ta take some harsh talk like a man."

>She slams the bathroom door shut.

>You have to do your best to yell through the door at her, but instead manage to force yourself out of the bedroom and back to the kitchen.

>A quick breakfast of toast, coffee, and a yogurt and you're out the door for the day.

>Mass goes as it always does, ending with you standing in the parking lot afterwards talking with friends. You join a group of them for lunch, the topic of your new firearm purchase surfacing.

"Oh, that?" you stammer, fishing for something to say. "Well, uh, it's a whole new ball game with that kind of rifle. Like nothing I've had to deal with beforehand."

>This suffices as an answer to their questions about the large caliber rifle, as well as promising to take a few of them shooting eventually.

>Afterwards, you make a run through the market to pick up a few things, making sure to grab the items the seller mentioned to you in the email. You have to check your phone no less than ten times to make sure you have the right ingredients for the dish you're planning to cook that evening.

>Back home after the day out, you're met with the Barrett spirit once again on the couch.

>>32510049
Will post more tomorrow. Just writing this as a I go, for the most part, so slow going. Glad current feedback is of people wanting more, be sure to let me know if anything could be changed.

>>32510068
but senpai i want more now

>>32509532
Just as random trivia; wearing the rosary around the neck is a peculiarity of Mexican Catholics. Who believe it prevents possession .

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Bumping with a G36 battle maid I just built. If I knew how to write with some skill I'd try to make a story out if it.

>>32510068
I'm loving where this is going.

added more to chapter four. I've been slowing down a bit recently (I blame work)

Nike

Nike groggily awoke to the blaring siren of her alarm clock, she moved to turn off the incessant noise, moving too fast she dented the metal frame of the clock, her massive fingers denting the metal. "Oh crap!" she said to herself, jumping up and quickly examining the device. "Oh thank god it still works" she sighed as she gingerly put it down.

Nike got out of bed and stretched. Her hair was mess and her eyes were bleary. She had not slept well that night, she had kept tossing and turning throughout. She couldn't stop thinking about the events of the day prior.

"I've got to give it a rest" she thought to herself. "I've got to focus on the team, focus on today and today's challenges." With that she put on a set of PT shorts to go with her shirt, and a set of flip flops and walked out of her the barracks.

Nike wasn't the only one out and about, the entire base was waking. Getting ready for a new day in country. Several other giantesses were also out and about.

While Nike was one of two HFG's in country, there were several other giantesses in country. Almost all of them were members of the Corps of Engineers. At the beginning of the war they were the ones who set up the giantess section to Balad. Now they work on infrastructure repair, construction of FOB's, and base maintenance. However, with the rise in the intensity of the fighting it'd become too dangerous for these women to venture out of friendly territory. They often milled around the base, in a chronic state of anxiety and boredom.

>>32510665

Nike looked back to her small ramshackle hut she called home. It was a one room, one floor building that was 50 feet by 50 feet. While cramped, it provided privacy and an air conditioner. Being an HFG Nike was entitled to some special privileges. Such as getting her own room in an actual building. Every other giantess stayed in a massive tent city. Circus tents colored desert tan had been set up, and these bleary-eyed behemoths of women could be seen exiting them and lining up for the latrines and the showers.
Nike groggily entered the queue, she felt extremely grimy. After the airport raid she didn't have to opportunity to go to the showers and was still filthy from the events of the mission prior. She yawned as the sun rose over the vast desert expanse, her massive eyes at the offending rays of light.

>>32510670
Entering the shower area, she removed her PT gear, and wearing nothing but her flip flops went into the shower bay, with massive bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and bodywash in hand.

She stood on the thin plastic floor of the shower, taking great care not to rip it (as many other giantesses had done before, as evident by the hasty repairs marked by swathes of duct tape).

She grabbed the nozzle for her "shower" an old firehose, she twisted the knob and a blast of cold water spayed onto her. She recoiled slightly at the sensation. Bracing herself, she sprayed the ice cold water over herself. Following with large blobs of body wash. She then moved to wash her hair. Crouching slightly, she doused her head and hair under the stream of water. She, then set down the hose and rubbed a massive glob of shampoo into her hair, gently massaging her scalp.

She sat there as water spewed onto her ankles and toes, deep in thought. The Lieutenant apologized, but why was he so quick to act the way he did that day? As he yelled at her, he called her someone else's name

"Noveske......." She said to herself. Who was this person, and why did they cause the Lieutenant to freak out on her like that? Could this person have-

"OH SHIT!!" a voice suddenly boomed next to her. Nike looked to her right and saw a giantess with a shower nozzle in her hands, looking dumbfounded. Not a second later water began spewing from the broken shower uncontrollably.

"SHIT TURN OFF THE WATER, TURN OFF THE WATER!!" The giantess frantically shrieked as ice cold water jetted out, fooding the shower bay.

Nike just stood there, watching, with shampoo still in her hair.

"This is going to be a long day" She thought to herself.

>>32510676
I took care to proofread it a bit more and tried changing my writing style just a smidge.

Once again any and all feedback is appreciated (including constructive criticism)

>>32510676
I get that they're big, but why are they comically overpowered? It's like they didn't grow up with normally sized humans.

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New chapter today or tommorow guys. Also have this sweet photo of a DMR I found on facebook.

>tfw no firing M392 DMR

>continued from
>>32501354

Tracking down a serviceable 1903 proved to be a bit more challenging than I originally thought. Probably the most difficult thing to reconcile with myself was the fact that everyone seemed to have “unique” WW2 surplus guns, all original parts, custom fitting and bedding jobs, and/or sniper variants. Naturally, this means that the gun in question is instantly worth a bare minimum of four figures.

Minding my wallet, because I need to eat and keep a roof over my head, I decided to pass on all of these “wonderfull additions to your personal collection of Milsurp!” (sic). It somewhat bothered me that all of these “flawless” guns were being sold in the first place. If any of these were so perfect, wonderful, and unique, then why is the owner selling “for less than it’s actually worth!”?

The entire issue of trying to reconcile one concept with the other was probably properly ascribed to a case of sour grapes, and, try as I might, I was becoming increasingly more depressed. My dream of having the embodiment of rifledom was slipping away, only getting more expensive by the month, because production ceased on these beautiful works of art more than 50 years ago.

My situation was not helped by the fact that the fun fund was not getting as fat as I would have liked in the timeframe I desired. It always seemed that, just when I believed enough money was available, the car would break down, or Christmas would happen, or some other terribly timed financial drain would appear.

As luck would have it, I stumbled across an unassuming post that simply said: “M1903-A3 for sale. Good shooter. $400, firm. Contact for details.”

>>32511607
“Well, Hell,” I thought, “this is going to get away from me unless I do something about it.” As I began the electronic equivalent of calling dibs, a stray thought managed to find words. “What is wrong with it? If everyone else is selling their sporterized guns for twice this price, something must be wrong.” But, as the old saying goes, ‘he that hesitates is miles from the next exit’, so I decided to reserve the rifle and immediately send an email to the seller. I happily included my concerns, contact information, and hours of availability in the hopes of a timely response.

Perhaps some logical reason lay at the root of this seller’s decision to auction off an otherwise perfectly functional piece of history. Perhaps I hallucinated the whole thing. Perhaps I needed sleep, because it was well after midnight and my shift began at 6 am.

>>32510015
>>32510024

Wrong helmet. Sure, very early NVA (we're talking Kasernierte Volkspolezei here) used the Stahlhelm. But the M56 helmet replaced that before KLMK came out. It's probably Yugoslavian based on the helmet emblem.

>>32511612
>>32511607
All I got done today.

Should I just wait and provide a massive dump?

>>32511624
Or Bulgarian. I think he's actually Bulgarian. But I'm not too knowledgeable about those countries in the Cold War.

>>32511650
like doing 2 at a time or waiting and doing 5-6 posts at a time?

i try get like, a "section" done and post that. Usually 6-7 pages in google docs or something

>>32511667
I work what I can when I can, and right now I have to type it all up in an email at work and send it to myself because I don't have access to G-docs or any real internet access. In using my phone that I shouldn't have in me right now in order to post.

So...just wait, then? Post whenever the story is ready for it?

>>32511677
>no G-docs

well, shit. Uhm, idk what i'd do without it honestly. No one is going to get pissed if you do one or the other way. I post in chucks for my own sake desu

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>>32512411
>When your short lil greentext gets screen capped and used as bump material

Feels good

>>32512460
>yfw some months ago you ended up making up your own meme, "The MAG-Viking", and last week keksodus included it in his story

feelsgoodman.gif

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>>32512546
>decided to actually start writing for a writefag thread because I didn't want to be that guy that will always read and beg for more, but never contribute
>immediately received warmly
>mfw

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>>32505894
>>32510068
>Aussie rifle-turned-shotgun
>Irish amazon fifty

The new year is off to a great fucking start. Please carry on, both of you!

>>32511203
I was actually thinking about that. I would say most giantesses due to their size and needs. might not always grow up with their human families.

If they're born in an urban area it'd be incredibly difficult for them. Most in civilian life would do hard manual labor jobs: Mining, logging, construction (similar to what they do in the military). With a few exceptions such as body guards and prison guards.

For the whole shower bay scene I'm imagining that they're using whatever they got (which isn't always of highest quality). I'd also imagine in civilian life public baths similar to the ones in Japan would be more popular worldwide for giantesses.

As for the alarm clock scene we've seen that trope of somebody smashing their alarm clock as they got up. I figured it would be kind of funny if Nike accidentally did that.

>>32511612
I have no idea how I made it through the next day. Work was difficult enough when fully rested and recharged; work while half-asleep was more draining than I can easily explain. The best comparison is akin to there being enough coffee in your cup to get you started, but that would be all you get. No refill is enough, shots of espresso do nothing but make your heart beat faster, and it takes every ounce of energy to keep your eyes open. The event that definitely woke me up was the email notification from the seller.
“Anon,

“I understand your concern about the rifle’s condition. The fact of the matter is that I have medical bills that need to be paid, urgently. I tried to sell at average market price, but nobody bought it. Once I dropped it to the Blue Book value, you were the first one to contact me. Because of that, you still have first choice on purchase if you so choose.
“In regard to shipping, because your location isn’t in my state, FFL transfer fee is $30 on my end and $30 for insured shipping.
“If everything is in order, please send the $460 to [address redacted] via money order. Thank you for your time.
-Rowland”


“This is it,” I thought, “there is literally no other reason to wait.” I took another look at the money in the fun fund and wished it well. After all, this was literally the reason I even made that account. A quick trip to the post office, email of tracking number, and confirmation of receipt later, and I was bouncing off the walls with anticipation.

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>>32510049
>>32510068
>"Oh,so ye actually had the stones to come home, eh?" she asks, staring at the screen.

>She's got a PlayStation controller in hand, and if the noise from the sound system is any indication, she's playing FIFA.

"I don't remember having a soccer game," you comment, ignoring her jab. You scurry past the screen as you take your load of groceries into the kitchen.

"Ye left yer card information saved on the PlayStation store, so I took the liberty of buyin somethin' better than those shitty war games ya've got."

"... How much was it?" you ask, gritting your teeth as you begin to prep dinner. You prop your phone up on the counter with the recipe pulled up.

>The more she talks, the less sure of why exactly you're following the old man's advice.

>"Bout forty, I think," she says with a shrug, still focused on her game. She's hammering away at the trigger like mad, leaned forward on the couch. "If ye can afford me, what's a lil game in the gran' scheme o' tings?"

"I'm not made of money, it took me a long ass time to save the money for you," you yell over the clashing of pots and pans as you begin cooking.

>"Did somebody have to scrimp and save their McDonald's wages in a vain attempt to impress the girls?" she snickers.

>She suddenly jumps to her feet, arms tossed in the air above her head. "GOOOOAAAAL!"

"I'm not that bad off, but civil servants don't get paid nearly enough," you shout over her victory celebration.

>"Oh, pardon me for insultin the county clerk! Ye must be so exhausted after sittin on yer arse all day, starin at a computer."

>Tossing the controller on the couch, she beings to walk towards the kitchen to investigate what it is you're cooking. You quickly intercept her at the threshold between living room and kitchen, a wooden spoon held up between the two of you.

"Don't even think about comin in here, you'll get your food when it's done," you bark, tapping the wooden utensil on her ALICE pistol belt.

Okay friendos, Ukrainy will continue tonight.

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ATannie folder is up to date
http://pastebin.com/XbWjWNQM

added new stuff on the anon folder
http://pastebin.com/CPUdepLW

added some folks at the stickie
http://pastebin.com/5yG5C9ek

>frog anon,make an account so you can edit your stuff

Now it was time to leave the bloodied site, the colonel, being picked up and pushed outside into the fresh air with coagulating, black blood dripping from his severed neck. There was a dead silence, the Ukrainians unsure what to make out from the sight before them as the Russians held their old Colonel out in front of themselves. A brunette, outfitted with a large radio and a bag with a small antennae sticking out from it, stepped forward, clearing her throat before speaking in the Ukrainian dialect: “Lay down your weapons, otherwise, we will be forced to dismember your Colonel here. We will also be forced to react with much hostility.”
Such a demand for a small team to be making against a platoon. Though, such a team had seized a command post and killed just about everyone.


Annushka was surprised they made it this far. The sergeant having taken such a large responsibility by commanding this team and successfully navigating through enemy territory without any air support. The true challenge had begun though, the only objective being to escape with minimal casualties. She looked towards her radio operator, being curt in response, “Natalya, we need safe passage out. Get us a few vehicles that we can take to a secure site.”
The interpreter nodded, explaining their new demand to the Ukrainians, who obliged so long as they were met with the body of their dead leader intact. The Russians mounted up into the trucks, quickly speeding off and leaving behind the body of their target with the Ukrainians, a telltale sign that things were certainly going right.

I've also got a tale from Chechnya, with more gruesome detail and certainly more operating.

>>32514614
Awesome

>>32514021

Moar

>>32514541
forgot to name fag
>mep

novebro is archived
http://pastebin.com/9ZG1TdiT

>>32514021
I'm still trying to find out why/how an American gun company created an Irish geist.

>>32515362
Muh heritage going just that extra step.

>>32511582
Hallelujah!

It just hit me that a DMR could be built IRL using some components off the shelf and some custom bits.

>>32515421
I'm betting a Barrett used during the tail end of the Troubles, got brought back to yankland, still having a bit of a culture shock.

Geists are shaped in equal parts by their design as a rifle, and the culture in which they're first... formed. Those exposed to intense times of conflict of mind or body will often become a waffegeist- while most range guns will simply stay inanimate.

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>>32514021
>Your brief moment of bravado is cut short as her visage changes from one of surprise, to one of annoyance.

>"Oh, the bureaucrat thinks he's hot shit, eh?" she chuckles, cracking her knuckles. "Let's have a go, then."

>The next moment, she's rearing her arm back and sending a right hook barreling towards your chin.

>Out of instinct, you duck and her blow goes over you, leaving her wide open as she tries to assess what just happened. You take that moment to turn the tables on her, turning yourself to face away from her and grab her arm over your right shoulder.

>In a blur of olive drab and woodland camo, you use all your strength to pull her up and over your shoulder, sending her right down onto the kitchen floor with a massive thud.

>Wind knocked out of her, she lies there, eyes wide as she tries to assess what just happened.

"Corporal Anon O'Connell, Heimlich County Sheriff," you say, catching your breath. "Top in the department for hand to hand."

>"Y-Yer a feckin peeler?" she chokes out, eyes coming back into focus.

>She sits up, rubbing the back of her head before slowly climbing to her feet. She towers over you once more, staring down at you with squinting eyes as she gauges you.

>"And what the feck did ye say yer name was? O'Connell?" she hisses, curling and uncurling her fists.

>You nod, meeting her gaze and returning it full force. This standoff goes on for what seems like hours, but in reality is only a solid minute at best.

>"So... " she begins, stepping back to lean against the wall, folding her arms across her bust. "Yer a Catholic cop with an Irish last name, who also knows how to fight. What's next? Ye gonna tell me bein a cop runs in the family?"

"Dad was a cop up in Boston, grandad a cop back in Ireland," you affirm, walking past her to peer into the oven.

>"And here I thought you some Protestant paper pusher," she says, a shit eating grin crawling across her face.

>>32515583

I'm looking this more with every post

>>32515757

Liking*

Whoever designed android autocorrect must truly be the most hated person on earth

>>32515583
>MC isn't a beta bitch

You have my attention.

>>32515757
>>32515772
You must be one of those people that correct autocorrect more often than autocorrect corrects.

>>32515772
Just disable it, ya putz.

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>>32515583
"Maybe if you'd actually tried talkin and gettin to know me instead of bein a bitch right off the start," you retort, reaching into the fridge.

>"Yeah well, feck off," she chuckles. "Thought I'd been bought up by some pansy lil' 'new age man,' who don' have no class or know how to take care o' himself."

"My upbringing saw fit to make sure I could handle myself, thank you very much. Here."

>You close the fridge and toss the Barrett woman a bottle of Guinness stout as you reach for the bottle opener on the refrigerator door.

>"The feck is this?" she asks, turning the bottle over in her gloved hands. "Did ye really go an' buy the good stuff fer my sake?"

>She looks from the bottle in her grip then back to you, then back to the bottle, then back to you. She reaches out and accepts the offered opener after you've opened your own bottle.

"Little birdie told me that might calm you down, but it seems I just had to whoop your ass," you joke.

>She pops the top and brings the bottle to her lips in one fluid action, the cap clattering on the floor. After a long swig, she lets out a satisfied sigh.

>"Next time, it'll be yer arse on the floor," she argues. "I wasn't expectin that bullshit you pulled."

"Hey, always expect the unexpected."

>You watch her over your bottle as you drink, grinning as she rolls her eyes and continues to drink deeply from her bottle of booze.

>"So if you ain't a lil tool like I thought, what was up with the beta act last night?" she asks, eyebrow raised.

"How the fuck do you expect me to react when suddenly my new gun has turned into a ginger amazonian? I was fuckin confused and a little scared, thought you were a damn demon or some shit!"

>She nearly chokes on her beer as she begins laughing, pointing at you with her bottle.

>"Y-ye thought I was some kinda red haired demon come ta steal yer soul?" she laughs, bespectacled eyes watering.

>It's at this moment the over timer goes off, signalling that the dish is ready.

[Alternative Timeline]


November 23rd, 2014
Grozny, Chechen Province of Russian Federation
2200 hours UTC+03:00 (MOSCOW)
CTU: 94th Guard, VDV


Noncommissioned Officers:
Kuznetsov, Annushka [OR-6] “Boлк Ceвepa” Rifleman
(167cm, 49kg, 7/10/91, Saint Petersburg, Russia)
Borchev, Alexei [OR-5] “Boлк Bocтoкa” Rifleman
(182cm, 72kg, 4/25/91, Pskov, Russia)
Grachyov, Nadine [OR-5] “Boлк Mocквe” Rifleman
(175cm, 53kg, 12/29/90, Belgrade, Serbia)
Tvardosky, Natalya [OR-4] “Boющий Boлк” Comms
(170cm, 50kg, 8/12/92, Stavropol, Russia)


Other enlisted:
Two [2] squad automatic gunners
Kaznosky, Kazimir
Uskov, Artyom
Three [3] riflemen
Shchepkin, Katya
Yakimenko, Abram


Objective: Sabotage enemy supply routes and disable enemy communication.


And so there they were, night time in the heart of enemy territory. An insurgent patrol had arrived moments before but were quickly dispatched by the pack, they're bodies strung up from the trees by Nadine’s barbed wire. Annushka took the opportunity to even unload a few quick, suppressed rounds into the hanging corpses, the group laughing as the originally 3 month deployment-turned 6 took its toll on their minds. They were still in their home country, but heavily backed rebels with anti-vehicle capability made it impossible to go anywhere. It forced Nadine’s already outspoken resentment towards America to grow, blue eyes peering down at the small fire they created to keep warm. “Annushka?” The blonde said, unmoving from her fixated state of thought.


“Hm?” Obviously, the squad leader would have her attention caught by her fellow teammate, raven hair bouncing freely as her head turned to face Nadine. “When will we be going home? I saw you and Natalya talk privately… And it was probably hush-hush… But what was it about?”
Gulp. The squad leader swallowed down the lump in her throat, unsure how to answer the question that compromised orders.

More?

>>32510000

Sweet quads

>>32515583
>>32516215
I like where this is going.

>>32516233
>175cm, 53kg

fucking hell man i thought i was a skellington...

>>32516464
She's 5'9" and about 140lbs. Which isn't too bad.

So i wont be posting frequently as my new dorm lacks wifi.

Umm also lets say you also had acess to harvey wolf kushner. What questions would you ask him?

>>32516537
then you mean 63 kg i hope?

>>32516537
You gave a height/weight of 5'9" and 117lbs.

>>32516555
Wut. Did I put 53? Oh fuck.

>>32516233
Yes more! I love your stuff.

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>>32516464
I'm the skellington, remember?

>>32516233
“Well… You can't be mad at me about this…”
Now everyone was looking at her, blue eyes all fixated on the leadership elements who was about to share bad news.


“We've been left here until the insurgency dies down more or spreads into Georgia completely… They have anti-air emplacements just about everywhere… And the borders are secured by them… So we can't leave until this is all locked down…”
The group was silent, horrified that such a thing happened. Did their government just tuck tail and leave them here? Or is there certainly a bigger plan to covertly insert more special operations teams? The idea scared the pack, remaining silent as the orders rang true in their heads.


Natalya, normally the reserved, cool headed, smooth radio operator sobbed, a quick huff slipping from between her pursed lips and a green sleeve wiping at her eyes, knowing that she had also been part of the bearing for bad news. Alexei looked at Annushka, blue eyes piercing through the night and the two gunners merely joined together in hands, pulling one-another close for a tight hug. The team leader knew exactly what this bit of information brought, and they only knew now that they had to fight tooth and nail to survive, or they would die at the hands of their foes.
That night, they barely slept; rifles were clutched closely and they all slept close, to keep warm and to stay comfortable near those they trusted most.

>>32516553
Anyone??? I have acess to the guy for a week from 9am-5pm.

>>32516555
Dear god i feel fat here at 6 foot 0 and 185 pounds...

>>32517543
Soon, the operators woke up, darkness still hanging like a thick cloak as the small fire had died out while they slept. Annushka, awoke to find Alexei clinging to her slender frame. Her cheeks brightened up and gently she pulled his arms from around her waist only to find that Nadine had done the same but from the other side. A sigh let out and the once-sleeping Serb opened her eyes, smiling up at the team leader she held close all night. Then they heard it: a twig snapping close by. Both women took up arms, Annushka with an AS-VAL and Nadine with a suppressed 9A-91. The pair crouched low and through the darkness, they crept to the sound.


The moon above, flanked by thousands of stars illuminated their area just enough for trained eyes to see, and sight behold a group of insurgents, searching for the source of the fire they saw the night before. Annushka took aim at the furthest before her rifle was forcibly lowered by the blonde. They glared at each other for a moment before Nadine pressed her forefinger against her lips, grinning as she pulled her knife out. Immediately, Annushka understood, realizing her junior sergent’s intent and grinning with her, shouldering the rifle and watching as her taller, stronger teammate crept up behind a sentry.


The blade was plunged deep into flesh, immediately cutting off circulation from his body to his head with a spurt of blood escaping to hit the ground. A soft gurgle was let out by the bleeding and suffocating man, which, to the Russians’ luck, went unnoticed for the most part. In fact, the insurgents laughed, speaking a quick bit in Arabic before two soft pops were heard and their skulls penetrated by the copper jacket of the 9mm round. Nadine would give a wink to her friend and together, they went back to the camp, finding everyone awake and worried.

>>32517764
idk who the guy is really.

also, if you say something like "i won't be able to post" we don't really know who cant post. What have you been writing?

>>32517797
i was under 100 two weeks ago, so..

>>32517836
Ummm yeah its me...
He is an a former fbi investigator and was a pretty big thing.

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>>32517797
>6'1
>260 pounds

Living large over here.

>>32517916
I mean the guy is looking to get back into the game again under trump...

http://www.harveykushner.com/biography/bio.html

>>32517927
I'm only 240 and 6'2". But my new job has me running and I'm sure I've lost 10 pounds already.

More Chechnya coming up soon boys.

>>32517835
“We caught some men trying to find out camp, they were quickly killed but we know how search parties are. Let's pack up and move.”


Despite such a grim time, they knew survival was key, and they set about it whilst making a name for themselves in this hostile land. The remains of the fire were buried and their packs recollected and bundled backup, casings from any rifles were too, taken and put into packs, for removal of evidence and even for a chance at repacking the cartridges. The slain sentries were found and much like the two at the old camp, strung from the trees using barbed wire, their blood seeping down as they were hung from their feet and gravity taking effect on the reddening liquid.


And so they hiked. Traversing the cold, low and wet land with little difficulty as that is what they must do, adapt. After three hours, at 0800, they stopped. Deciding to break and eat but… There was a problem.
They were out of rations.
No food but yet water remained. Their last airdrop had only last a month and now, they realized there was another dilemma. Hunting here would be especially dangerous, if not for constant patrols searching for the squad, but the hogs that roamed around were soon to be a problem. Ammunition too was going to be running low, especially for Annushka and Nadine, who carried uncommon rifles with a much more uncommon round in the region.


After setting up, they realized they were not alone, having humped south east and gotten closer to Grozny, they found more insurgents. Or so they believed at first. It turned out to be a FOB for Spetzgruppa Vympel. They were greeted with open arms and given proper food. It was a stroke of luck. Annushka found it amazing that they found such a place in almost the middle of nowhere, but she knew her team was going to be safe.
A lieutenant took the woman aside, questioning her about the situation outside.

>>32517797
oy fuck off im 6"0 260 i look like a blob

>>32518047
Fucked up shit here:


“I… I can't answer sir. We’ve been here for five months when it was supposed to be a recon mission…”
He only sighed in response to her answer, turning his back for a second before suddenly swinging around and landing a fist into her temple.


It would be nearly an hour before she woke up, her body feeling hot and… Exposed? The reality hit her that she was naked. Hands tried to fly outwards but were restrained behind her back. Her legs having been splayed open and taped to the legs of a cot. Her vision was returning, and there he was, the lieutenant that surprised her. She couldn't scream for help, as a… Hopfully clean sock… Had been shoved into her mouth and tape been wrapped around her head to hold the cloth in. The sight was unbearable, eyes squeezing shut as she felt her inside crawl from each one of his thrusts. Where was her team? Surely they knew what he was doing to her?! If only she could convince him to ungag her…
Tears began to form, pain shooting from her temple and lower regions as the officer forced his way into her spender frame.
‘Oh God!’ She thought, ‘Make him stop!’


What seemed like hours of keeping her eyes shut, she felt her mouth open. The feeling of something slimy replaced that of the sock and it was salty in taste. She knew exactly what it was. Annushka’s lips would bare themselves, almost like a wolf’s and her jaw would clamp shut. Arms flexed and quickly jerked outwards, hands becoming free and covering his mouth and pushing his bleeding pelvis away. The leader would quickly pull the lieutenant down by his teeth and after spitting out the disgusting, bloodied muscle from her mouth her teeth would find themselves burrowed into his throat. Skin, flesh, veins gave away to the newfound pressure and bone, blood pouring down the woman’s jaw, all over her hands and body, a growl having taken the place of any words as they killed the one who forced himself into her.

>>32518178
Used to be 230 6 years ago... asthma steroids and anti depresents bloat you like no tommrow.. also make you eat a lot..

>>32516215
>"Whatcha cook fer me? Ye makin a good house husband out of yerself?" she teases.

"Keep that talk up and I'll have you on the floor, again," you shoot back, shaking your head with a slight grin.

>Now knowing that her banter is in good fun, or so you hope, you don't take it seriously as you would have.

"Steak and Guiness pie," you answer, pulling the dish from the oven.

>Setting it on the stove top, you fan it lightly for a brief moment with your oven mitt before turning the exhaust fan on low. The light humming fills the kitchen, but it's nothing more than a small annoyance.

>"Look at ye, ye've done yer homework!" she chuckles, tossing the now empty bottle in the trashcan. She fishes another bottle from the fridge and begins drinking once again, albeit slower this time to actually enjoy the taste.

"You go ahead and eat, I'm gonna shower and get prepped for bed. I gotta be on duty in the mornin at eight. Plates and cups in the cupboards, forks and such in the drawer by the fridge."

>She nods and takes a bowl from the cupboard and fork from the drawer, while you head off to shower.

>You exit your room a while later, refreshed and ready for bed. You find the Barrett spirit passed out on the couch in a food coma. You snort at the sight and make your way into the kitchen, finding the entirety of the pie gone.

"Fuckin hell," you swear under your breath. "Well, hopefully this helps things settle."

>You resign yourself to go and search the fridge for something quick to eat. You're met with a surprise, however, when you find a plate covered in plastic wrap sitting on the top shelf, a piece of notepad paper sitting on top.

>You remove the plate and begin eating the still warm dish, savoring the flavor of steak and booze while you stand at the counter. A few bites in, you open the note.

>"Thanks for the beer and beef, take the bed, I'll crash on the couch."

"That's mighty white of her," you mutter, tossing the notes in the trash.

>>32518361
>Meal finished and plate in the sink, you quickly grab a spare blanket from the linen closet and gently cover the sleeping rifle woman before heading off to bed yourself.

>You're barely five steps from the couch when she calls after you.

>"Oi, O'Connell," she whispers groggily.

"Hey, thanks for savin me some and for the bed."

>"Eh, it's only right. But, hey, do me a favor."

>Oh God, she's going to ask for the bed back...

"Yeah, wassup?"

>"Call me Panni," she grunts, laying her head back and covering her eyes with her beret.

>You can't help but smile a tad, happy that progress has been made.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Panni."

>She lazily waves a gloved hand in your direction before attempting to return to sleep.

>Thankful to be back in your own bed, you quickly drift off to sleep.

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>>32518543
That's it for the night. Not the start I had initially imagined, but it sets the stage for what I've got planned.

Feedback welcomed.

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>>32518543
plz more

>>32518559
Moar please I like the direction is going in. I do have to say please dont make her convert quickly into some "I hated you for like 1 day but now is super nice and totally in love character" Its fine if it develops later but I kinda hate how in these waffengiest stories giests become fuck buddies in the first night

So I secured a router and cables for the internet. Will be posting shortly with this story .
http://pastebin.com/vcUU70cN

>>32518895
dude, do like the other authors that have their own pastebin just link it and be done with it

After the group had shared their goodbyes Dan and Emily walked out of the VA clinic and towards Dan's car.
Dan once more found himself in the passenger seat of his beat up old car.

As Emily turned on the car the radio came to life spouting another news report.

"Currently rumors are flying about the presidents health as he has not been seen publicly within the last 70 days since the victory speech curr--"

Emily shut off the radio before reversing the car out of the parking lot.


> " What you don't like the media? I thought you were a government robot I thought you would love that stuff."

Emily stared in the rear view mirror and didn't turn to face Dan.

" Well I don't want you getting to stressed about things going on in the world. How about when we get back I cook up some food and watch some comedy shows."

Dan thought about the offer she gave him..

>"Eh I guess I really don't know what you can cook. I might have some freeze dried deer meat in there from when my father was still alive.. Other then that I am kind of short for food."

As Dan finished his sentence the sound of the road filled the interior of the car with the sputtering of the old 4 stroke engine.

>>32518923
I think so.. I just started doing it because I figured it would save polybus some time.

Really I wouldn't want to bother him with having to bin my shitty writing.

>>32519017
you tend to flood the thread a lot, just post a small tease of 3 posts and tell where starts like after post 3 said it continues on the line x of the pastebin and link it

>>32519073
okay.. Will do ..

Also once again if anyone has any questions for me to ask Harvey let me know..

>>32510689
Very nice work. Your wording had really progressed, it feels much more descriptive and it flows better.
I'm still having some trouble visualizing in my head how big these people are. I saw the pic of he next to the M60, but I feel something like her standing next to an average human would get the point across. Something that shows the proportions.

My vacation time is about up, so writing may be slow. Thought I would share just a sneak peak of Damaged Goods Chapter 4 in the meantime.

(Text is subject to change)

>”Would you calm the hell down?” said Michelle, “You’re pacing is driving me nuts.”
>The Mossberg was sprawled out across the couch, her short, sandy blond hair spilling over the cushion as she shot the hair band at the ceiling once more

>”I am calm!” Anna growled back. “But what I don’t understand is how YOU aren’t showing the least bit of concern for Anon!”

>”If calm was a bottle of vodka, then yeah, I bet you are plenty calm right now.” Shelly replied, gesturing to the nearly empty fifth of Svedka on the coffee table.

>>32520859
is this a apocalypse story?

for some reason the most common female name in apocalypse stories is Anna

>>32520873
Nope, it is a story about a man who buys a police trade-in Beretta 92fs. Poly linked the sticky here >>32504610 if you are interested. I currently have three parts written and I'm working on the fourth.

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>finally finding the motivation and general structure of Part 7.
Hopefully I'll post something this weekend after I finish my work shifts. I am considering breaking it up into two separate parts as I really want to operate in one setting I absolutely loved playing constant in Hotline Miami 1 before going onto the real mission

Here is a teaser of what I want to do for Part 7
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f5zTNr11kk8
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IapoFKex3vs

>"Target velocity match complete. Orbital insert complete. stand by on station."
>"Standing by, prepared for dock and crew retrieval over. Boxer, how's the distance looking?"
"Two kilometers."
>"Merging at ten kilometers per second."
"Good job, I'll keep on the monitor."
>"Tell me, Boxer, what's two weeks on station feel like?"
"It's lonely up here. I miss kelsey. we run out of things to talk about quick. it's not like there's internet or much to do here. I just wanna go home to my rifle and go out for a picnic or camping or something."
>"I'm sure she'll like that. You ready to dawn the EMU?"
"Ready as I could be, if I could, I'd put in on now."
>"Another two minutes and you guys'll be dawning the suits. Be patient."
>Boxer's last assignment was going well, he was in an orbit around earth, spending two weeks with only William Archibald and the radio to keep him company. He'd spent two weeks missing his rifle, since shooting a kinetic weapon in space was a rather tricky proposition, Kelsey wouldn't be mad at him, though. He'd volunteered for this in order to cut his service short. He'd been picked up as a volunteer in exchange for vital medical supplies that had to be continuously injected into him to keep his body from rejecting all fluids and nutrition. He didn't want to stay in the service after he escaped a bloodsoaked california, toppling the state. He took the first opportunity he received to do something. And into space he went.
>one hour later Boxer had dawned his EMU and boarded the vessel that would take him home. the sound of his respiratory support soothing his agonized mind, and allowing him to quiet his mind of all worries about Kelsey, and focus in on the here and now.
>"Seperation confirmed. Let the computer do its magic."

You guys feeling it? continue or abandon?

More stuff for you today. Gonna return to the technical stuff a little, for good and bad

>>32521954
You don't dawn a suit, you don a suit.
To don, donning, donned, have donned.

Sorry, that just....my eye was twitching. It must have been my allergies.

>>32522199
that's how I wrote it at first but then second guessed myself. thanks for the correction. so... continue or abandon? I need input, it makes me think I'm not JUST sitting in a room lit with warm colors waiting to die or for something to start happening again.

>>32522210
Better than me. I snuck my phone into work.

Keep it going....let's see where this goes.

>mfw no Enfield-Snider Waffengeist to go to great pains to produce ammunition for and cuddle

Why live again?

>>32522024
Cool, can't wait

More Chechnya soon.

>>32523628
Well, you go first, i'll be right behind you

>>32518185
That was certainly a commotion that caught everyone’s attention. Vympel and VDV rushed into the tent, finding the bloodied Annushka, who currently worked to rip the duct tape around her ankles and the mutilated corpse of the officer that lay on the ground, brown eyes wide and staring up at the ceiling as if caught by surprise. Quickly, Nadine and Alexei rushed to their leader, working to undo the mess that has been created. One of the SF soldiers took off his fatigue jacket and wrapped it around Annushka’s soldiers, hoping to try and calm the frenzied woman. He offered his condolences for the actions of his leader and motioned for the rest of his team to leave the tent, to which they obliged.


“Annushka.” Alexei said sternly, his piercing blue eyes boring into her own as he came up in front of the barely covered rifleman. “What happened?”
“He… He punched me and I woke up… To… Th-th-this…”
She could barely manage her own words, her bloodlust settling down and tears beginning to stream down her face. Natalya cocked her head to the side, surprised to see such a strong-willed inspiration… Broken. They all were surprised, frowning as they watched Annushka break down and sob. Pale legs would come up and become clutched close to her chest, face being burrowed in the fabric that covered her arms now.


Each ragged breath left more tears to flow, staining the uniform that she was given. Talking about the incident was rather hard… And especially trying to tell Alexei…
Her heart rate accelerated, the organ slamming against her chest as she tried to contain her emotions.

>>32524255
uhm, you gonna do more?

>>32524724
is it time for tanks?

because i am ready JT

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>>32524864
i was going to post. But then i got some great ideas to write more. Uhm, hold on a minute. Tanks will arrive in 30 minutes

>>32524908
i mean Poly is busy but like he says nothing worth doing is done quick

as of this post im mostly up to date and the folders and sticky are also mostly up todate
>just missing this thread

>>32524965
ffs

Throwing out some worldbuilding. What about a Strangereal cold war world where nuclear weapons do not exist, so military power is entirely conventional. I think it might be cool to do a Tom Clancy-style naval fiction in this setting. I was thinking of something along the lines of [rare mineral which can be used as for nuclear power but not weapons] is discovered near the islands of [Regional Power Island Nation]. However, the [Fuggin Gommie Naval Superpower] wants to annex and claim these islands. War is declared, and the story follows a combination of politicians, spies, and commanders as they have to make decisions as war unfolds. I also like the idea of a reverse technothriller, where the limitations of old military technology shape the plot.

i promise i will post any minute now. Will also post some pictures of a cool city. just because why not

>>32525485
as long as it is k related you can post, just proof read it and tell if your going to make a pastebin yourself

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>>32524724
Yes, I'm at work currently and write when I can.
Just give me a minute to finish up this truck and paperwork.

>>32525554
should i wait a little? i'm gonna flood a little now, and i don't want to interrupt/ be interrupted

>>32525575
Yes, you have time to flood. I probably will not have more until an hour or so. Maybe even later.

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You slide your phone up from your pocket. At the center of the screen it says “01:51” with large white numbers. And the space where any unread messages and missed calls appear, nothing at all is present.

Bringing back an MBT-70 from the dead sure is a nice feeling. But it is dulled down by the fact Lily left like she did. You're worried she will do something she will regret later. Much is uncertain, but one thing that isn't is that the woman in the Panzer IV I'd going to have a very bad night.

‘So, are you coming along?’

Unsurprisingly, Wendy is very keen on testing the vehicle

“No, mind if I stay here right now?”
‘All fun for me then. I'll inform you if I see a sports car or something. See ya!’

The hatch slams shut and the engine starts with a roar. The vehicle once deemed the future, then too expensive and obsolete is now relevant again. It slowly reverses out of the massive garage, pivots in place and leaves the depot on a wave of thunderous noise. And five minutes later, it's dead quiet again. The planet is under invasion by an alien species, you are a mechanic, and almost an engineer, you're in a garage surrounded by tanks, and everything is quiet. It's all so strange, so foreign.

But as sad as you might be, as scared as you might be, there is something more important. As much as you want to sit and try to call Lily, to speak with her, there are more important things to do. There is a war going on, and the planet might rest on it. As much as you love her, neither Lily nor yourself is worth more than the war to anyone else. You leave the warm cool garage and head out into the cold night, and after a heavy sigh, you want utter one single word. It would be a word of defeat for you, but one of hope for those who hear it

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>>32525685
But instead, just as you are about to open your mouth to call in the next tank into the workshop, you hear a noise. A noise of hope, and life. But contrary to what you thought, it wasn’t the solemn song of a Porsche, but rather your phone. And after fumbling it out of your pocket and looking at the display, you get somewhat disappointed that it’s not Lily’s name that appears.

“Hello”
¤ Anon! I am happy you answer your phone
“Oh yeah, i try to”
¤ Now, let’s put formalities aside, where are you?
“i’m uhh… still at the depot”

Natalya makes a noise. It is very much intentional and very effectively delivers the message; anger.

¤ What is going on with you? You set out to just ask some questions and it’s 2 AM already! Put Lily back on, i need some urgent words with her
“Uhm… how do i put this”
¤ Speak
“Lily kinda left”
¤ [...]
“Nat, you still there?”
¤ Y-yes, but… she left you?
“Yeah, i think she did. Turn out the woman in the Panzer IV might have been an imposter”
¤ She is not a…

Natalya clears her throat

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>>32525694
¤ She is not like us?
“ She might not be, no”
¤ If she is an imposter she is going to get very badly hurt. Now, i’d not have gone easy on an imposter, but Lily…
“Not going to take it lightly?”
¤ Her family name has some weight to it, and as you might have seen she gets protective. And if someone was to try to falsely wear that name, she is going to…
“Yeah, i think i get you”
¤ At any rate, i have some news for you. Almost all vehicles here are are to be moved to a train station and moved a few hundred miles. There is rumors of a large offensive and the army needs steel for moving shields
“Nice to be appreciated”
¤ About that. While almost all of the vehicles here are to be moved away by train, your vehicle is absent from that list
“Wait, why?”
¤ It seems you have a plane ticket instead
“I’m a little concerned”
¤ ...Heading east
“ That’s not exactly where the fight is. I mean, some resistance here and there, but no bigger hostiles”
¤ Yes, that is correct. But i am afraid i don’t know why it is being sent that way
“It?”
¤ I don’t really think they are going to wait for you to get back. That vehicle has attracted some attention
“Thanks for bring this up, i’m not sure i can actually get anywhere right now. I’ll do what i can to get a hold of Lily and get out of here”
¤ Understood. And it seems you’re not the only one with a plane ticket. I will give you all the details when you get here. As a carrot of sorts
“Yeah, i get it. Find Lily, get home. And if she gets back to you or gets in contact in any way, call me at once, alright?”
¤ Of course. And do look for a way to get home on your own. Just in case, okay?
“Sure, just in case”

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>>32525701
Natalya presses the button and pushes the phone down in the pocket of her pants. One last inhalation. She holds her breath for a second before making a small hole between her lips and exhaling heavily. The little cigarette butt is discarded and jammed into the cold dirt by her boots. The november air was cool. Nothing like back home, Natalya was used to the cold, but it would still be better inside. But there are people counting on her now. Why were they going to be moved? Why were certain vehicles moved east instead?

Listening to late night radio chatter was something Natalya was very fond of. It didn’t require very much focus for most of the time, but rather just a little bit of attention. Gently turning the large circular knob clockwise, slowly working her way up the frequencies. The radio receiver was very powerful, and could snap up all sort of frequencies. Some mundane chatter, quite a lot of music, and the never ending flood of general information.

In times like this, several channels broadcasted tips useful for wartime. General news, how the war is going, local places where the army is, where to find food and so on. Natalya listens carefully and logs everything she hears. What channel played that horrible electronic music, the one that played dadrock, which news channels focused on what, and what times they broadcasted and so on. Her left hand is looking for some new sounds from the headset, listening for anything that can give her information.

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>>32525706


Natalya presses the button and pushes the phone down in the pocket of her pants. One last inhalation. She holds her breath for a second before making a small hole between her lips and exhaling heavily. The little cigarette butt is discarded and jammed into the cold dirt by her boots. The november air was cool. Nothing like back home, Natalya was used to the cold, but it would still be better inside. But there are people counting on her now. Why were they going to be moved? Why were certain vehicles moved east instead?

Listening to late night radio chatter was something Natalya was very fond of. It didn’t require very much focus for most of the time, but rather just a little bit of attention. Gently turning the large circular knob clockwise, slowly working her way up the frequencies. The radio receiver was very powerful, and could snap up all sort of frequencies. Some mundane chatter, quite a lot of music, and the never ending flood of general information.

In times like this, several channels broadcasted tips useful for wartime. General news, how the war is going, local places where the army is, where to find food and so on. Natalya listens carefully and logs everything she hears. What channel played that horrible electronic music, the one that played dadrock, which news channels focused on what, and what times they broadcasted and so on. Her left hand is looking for some new sounds from the headset, listening for anything that can give her information.

>>32525714

Natalya picks up her cup, only to find it empty. She scoffs at it and return to her thinking while half-heartedly working her way up the frequencies for the third time this morning.

Natalya dutifully keeps surveying what is going on. Staying for a two minutes to hear the last half of “Down on the corner” on 91.5 MHz. Further up, at about 92.3 it was the same guy babbling on about what creatures that can be killed with what weapons. 95.1 had a very amusing description, read by a very enthusiastic man, about what happened to one of those floating Class 8 creatures when it was sandwiched between two newly recommissioned ships, the battlecruiser Kalinin and the USS Wisconsin. And it seemed that no matter how much armor one might have, the continuous pounding from 7 ton cruise missiles from one side and 2700 pound armor piercing shells from the other will end anything.

The man goes on about all kinds of military and almost military hardware. Many strange things from all over the world. The Dutch apparently thought it was a good idea to turn a supertanker into a makeshift aircraft carrier. The report stated that the result was in fact “not that bad”. Some people trying to dig out those nuclear weapons START III “missed”. Idiots. There are no nukes left. Not now anyway

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>>32525730

Nataly rubs some sleep out of her eyes. 04:27. What an absolutely awful time to do anything. But she didn’t intend to sleep tonight. Now she had about 2.5 hours to go through the international AM radio frequencies. More serious news stations, giving a simple and not very government controlled overview on how the war is going. Russia had the advantage of having more tanks than god, and that was before the reactivation process began. The ural factories are once again spewing out hundreds of machines of questionable quality every month. And it seems the freezing cold drove the creatures south-west, into the larger cities. This is where they faced the red tide.

Central europe was doing rather well. Much of the terrain was easy to defe-

Natalya’s head falls of her hand and almost slams into the table. Sleep deprivation is getting to her. She has filled a few pages in each of her two notebook, even if one of them worked more like a diary. She was undecided on exactly why she was doing this. Having some major events around the world written down each day. Maybe she will look back on this one day, thinking that is a big waste of time. Or maybe it will be taken from her cold, dead hand a month from now as a last reminder of who she was.

But for now she closes the book with a snap and places it in exactly the same place she took it, that little brown cloth pouch she made in the late 40s. She carefully placed her headphones in the padded polymer case that they came in. Natalya sneaks out of the communications room, being careful where she puts her feet while slowly walking her way through the main building. Back to her barrack, all was still dark and quiet. Her bed was still untouched, with a large bag on it. Headphones and indoor clothes goes in the bag, and she gets into clothes more suitable for what is about to happen: Tanks.

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Michel gets dragged out of the bed, throws some clothes on and heads out to the old heavy tank

¤ I think it is time you start to know what you are probably going to work with for some time. You know what this is?
‘Yeah, it’s an IS-3’
¤ Correct. Know what “IS” stands for?
‘uhm, no, can’t say i do’
¤ The initials for the unions dictator when the tank was made. Even if his name is spelled with a “J” on this side of the iron curtain

Michel looks confused

¤ You are going to be working with Stalin’s daughter. Treat her with respect
‘Absolutely’
¤ The compared to the earlier IS vehicles, the IS-3 had an entirely new hull, with a nose shaped like the beak of an eagle, i think you call it “pike nose” here. The turret is low and dome shaped. This gives the vehicle heavily sloped and very effective armor and a very low profile. So while the steel is thinner, it has almost as effective armor as the German tank hunter. and it is over 25 tons lighter. This comes at the cost of interior space

‘Well, yeah, it is a little cramped inside…”

¤ The gun. D-25T. 122 millimeters, or 4.8 inches to you. 46.5 calibers long barrel. In late-
‘46.5 calibers long?
¤ Yes. 122 mm caliber, barrel is 122 times 46.5 mm long. Just over 5.5 meters. Now, in late-
‘Oh, I didn’t know that’
¤ Okay, now listen. In late 1943 a gun like this one fired an armor piercing projectile at a Panther medium tank. The round went straight through the 80 mm front armor plate, the firewall, the entire engine block and out the 40 mm rear plate. Panthers are almost extinct today, so no one is to shoot them. But a well placed round will tear through a Class 4 like it is nothing

‘Like a hot knife through butter?’

¤ If you think of these tanks as a hot knife through butter i think you have misunderstood a breakthrough tank entirely. It’s not a hot knife through butter. Its is more like… a blunt spoon that uses brute force to pummel Its way through the enemy hordes. And then empty the coaxial machinegun on their corpses

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That is all for me tonight!

Hope you liked everything~

And please, if you have opinions or anything, send 'em my way, it helps a lot!

>>32524255
Nadine and Alexei would simply look at each other and hug their leader; in which their teammates would do the same, getting close and all of them wrapping their arms protectively around Annushka.
Both sides decided that the VDV personnel would take their own tent, and Vympel would take the other, the small FOB quickly being rearranged after the quick burial of the lieutenant who lost his life.


Water was soon collected from the river and an metal jerry can, which was washed out, filled before being held over a fire and allowed to boil. A quick system was rigged for showers and it was decided that Annushka would be the first to go. Her body still had splotches of crimson from her fatal attack, some having flaked off after drying and that of which that couldn't flake off was rubbed by Nadine using a wet cloth.
‘It could certainly be worse..’ Nadine thought as she wiped the blood from her leader’s body, ‘He could have killed her..’
“Nadine..?”
Now the blonde would perk up, looking down at the very woman she had feelings for, but, would never come to terms with. “What is it, мoй мaлeнький вoлк?*”
[*my little wolf]
“Why… Why did that happen to me..? I'm… I'm not a bad person… Did I deserve it..?”


Why would Annushka ask such a question? The Serb swallowed the sudden lump in her throat and rubbed the top of the smaller girl’s head, answering: “No. He was a bad man. Everything you have done… You have done for us and for better judgement, no? You have done nothing wrong that would have caused Him to punish you, I promise.”
To which, Annushka would look back up at Nadine, sullen, grey eyes staring at her blonde assistant. “Do you think everyone believes that..? You don't think I'm lying..?”

>>32525485
So, like the Thorium reactors?

>>32526313
More or less. I find the idea of WW1/WW2 style mobilization with 1960s tech interesting

>>32526223
Blonde eyebrows furrowed, “No. We trust you. Alexei, Natalya and I, trust you. If there came a day we ever thought you would pursue personal interest and make harsh decisions that compromised our family, then I assure you, we would be the first to tell you. There's a reason you're in charge and not me. You've earned your rank, and when we get back, you’ll get that commission, okay?”
Black hair bounced as the petite woman shook her head, as if saying no. “I… I think I'll stay enlisted… I… I can't see myself as a lieutenant. Especially after… THAT.”
Certainly referring to the incident that took place only a few hours before.


After everyone cleaned up and refreshed themselves, it was time to relax and get to know one another. Each team gathered around a larger fire, one of the Vympel members, even brought a guitar, softly strumming a few cords of a once-popular western song, Paint It Black.
After calming down a bit, Annushka would softly sing the lyrics, in English too. Nadine and a Vympel member would encourage her, allowing her voice to get louder and to even stand up. A soft giggle would let out and she would indeed agree, spirits and morale growing as they had a good time.


The group would move from western back to their homes, a mixture of Soviet-era and modern Russian pop being sung by a group of very off-key but quite happy chorus of soldiers.
After a couple of hours, many went to sleep. The only ones awake being higher enlisted of both teams. They discussed a course of action now that they realized they would be left here unless… They secured a SAM-site.

This is okay guys? If you have any complaints, please voice them!

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>>32521445
IReally want to read your stuff, but I've never played Hotline Miami(it's in my backlog). So two questions, is it absolutely necessary to play the HM games first to really appreciate your story, and will reading your story first spoil Hotline Miami for me?

>>32503294

Here-


Why I hate being a mechanic~
Machines, have souls.

Yes. We,

-Gave- them souls.


And as such we are responsible.

Tiny,
Timid but connected to immense strength.

Like mules, they will do what we ask til they cannot.

Then, they die.
Some may be reborn, most...

are not.

I hear now of "geists".

Spirits of arms.
Sentient.
Loyal.
Stong.

Those of us who really know machines, laugh at this.

"They" have always existed, and have we that have tended them, and will continue to.

Till the lesser become known.

Give your car some loving. Change the oil in your mower. Blow the cat hair from your fridge.

Hell, clean your toilet!

Look about you. You now stand atop a pinnacle of manmade technology.

Realize that it all depends on you to keep it working.

Comprehend it, and appreciate it.
Find joy in the drawing of a brass fixture, from this did the Holy Cartridge descend.

Find Joy in the making of Soap, for from this did the Holy Nitrates descend.

Find joy in the forging of the mundane, for in this boredom did someone decide to make a better lock, or barrel, or cannon, or breech.

And from the holy breech, did spring the Waifu, in all their glory.

Amen.

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>>32527744
AXE NEX ALEA
SALUTO NEXT ALEA

Petition for this to be added to the Holy S/k/ripture

>>32528079
it shall be done

>>32528452
>so it is written
>so shall it be

>>32526878
No and no. I just heavily borrow elements from it, but it doesn't follow any of the story line or universe.

>>32527744
>soul of the toilet
pls no

>>32528573
>pls no

How can she say she loves you if she won't even eat your poop?

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>>32521954
July 29, 2024
>Boxer approached his front porch light, knowing that Kelsey would be waiting for him on the other side of the door. He opened it and was met with a warm smile, he soft blue eyes, and the scent of her blonde hair as she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a kiss.
>"Welcome home, honey!" She said
"Thanks. I'm finally free. Feels good."
>As boxer sat on the couch and cuddled up to Kelsey, he thought about all they had been through in the years he'd had her. she'd spent a year sleeping in the same room as he had once and even spent nights with him before the rift had allowed her to reveal herself. to communicate. then the years following, the bloody swath they cut through the "independent" nation of california, the years since. Who and how many he'd killed on his way was a question, they'd both lost count.
>Kelsey thought about Boxer, and all she'd seen with him, all that was his will and hers with his guidance, and concluded that he was good. he hadn't been the same since late 2016, and she knew that even he knew it, but he wouldn't hurt anyone who wouldn't have hurt him eventually. and maybe even her.
>Boxer thought of her differently. To him, she was his world, she was what he fought for when he lone wolfed his way to the coast and a third of the way back before taking the military back for more L.A. blood. Toppling the communist government of california. As long as he and Kelsey had each other, he couldn't be unhappy. He never had to let her in for her to get to him. She had never had to get inside his shell, she was, after all she'd seen before the rift had allowed her to reveal herself to him, already inside his shell.
>Kelsey rested her head on Boxer's chest, and he rested his head on hers,
>"Boxer?"
"yes?"
>"What now?" That question was one that tore at Boxer's mind for the past month.
"Machine shop, I guess."
>"It'll be nice having you come home at the end of every day for a change."

continue or abandon?

made an update to the short war
http://pastebin.com/a3p5hyUa

Vampirefag's pastebin got removed.

http://pastebin.com/1nQfxkVN

>>32529716
WHAT
WHY
VAMPIREFAG, GET THE FUCK IN HERE AND EXPLAIN

>>32529716
i have a back up

>will fix it tomorrow

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>>32520223
I gotchu

guys... what would it be anatomically speaking if a rifle has a carry handle like almost ALL FAL variants? would it be a tail? would it be a hand? what are the hands analogous to if not a hand? A tail maybe? What feature on a gun would be a tail? just a thought.

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>>32530140
>MAH
>SWAMP

Does anyone have any good sources for information on drone warfare technology particularly with regards to swarm bots... I'm running out of tech to fill the short war story with.

>>32530230
Oh lawdy
Some drawfag please do with with a large, frustrated-looking GPMG girl of some kind

>>32530212
best guess it wouldn't really do anything. but if it did i would say something like a hair clip or just a little thing like that.

>>32510676
Lt Seth

The Lieutenant walked over to the TOC. He'd dressed in multicam pants, a sand t-shirt and a baseball cap. As he entered the room he found Harris sitting in a chair playing a video game.

"Hey Harris, what's up?" The Lieutenant asked as he pulled up a chair.

"Nothing much sir, how was your morning?" He responded, focused on the game.

"Alright just did some PT with Johnson" Lt Seth responded, a frown on his face. "Listen, pause the game for a sec."

Harris complied and turned to the Lieutenant, a curious look on his face.

"I realize I kind of went off on you at the airfield. I just wanted to apologize for that." The Lieutenant said. He couldn't believe he'd forgotten his outburst towards Harris.

"It's fine sir...I realize that it was kind of wrong of me to ask what I asked." Harris responded

"You really don't have to worry about us sir" a voice suddenly said fromm behind the duo. "We're just here to support you and follow your orders." The Lieutenant turned around to see Baldwin entering the room stretching slightly as he spoke. Baldwin nodded in greeting, and then looked to Harris. "Isn't that right Airman Harris?" Baldwin said.

"Yes Senior Airman Baldwin" Harris said, gulping ever so slightly. With that he resumed his video game.

The Lieutenant noted this exchange, but decided not to act upon his observations. Baldwin was one of the more senior enlisted on the team, and him correcting a young airman isn't something he needed to get involved in.

Lt Seth leaned out over the balcony of the TOC looking at the vast empty room. Soon Johnson and Fuentes joined the group. Each setting up to do their own activities. Several minutes passed, and there was no sign of Nike.

"Nike sure is late" the Lieutenant said, looking at his watch. "It's nearly 10:30 local, I wonder what's taking her so lo-"

>>32530432
At that moment Nike came flying through the door, looking extremely disheveled. Her ACU's were half on her, her hair was still wet sprayed the team with droplets of water. The team jumped from the sudden arrival of the giant woman.

"I..I'm sorry for being late sir" she panted. "There was flooding...over in the showers"

"Take it a breath Nike you're fine." Lt Seth said. "You do realize you don't have to wear full ACU's every day right? Just the bottoms and a shirt of your choice is fine." Nike nodded frantically in response.

"Nike, take it easy. Relax, you're not in trouble or anything like that." The Lieutenant said, attempting to calm the panicked giantess.

This didn't seem to calm Nike down at all; she looked down, her face flushed.

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>>32530212
Pathological handholding, of the lewdest order.

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>>32530525
I like handholding... wink.

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>>32530546
>>32530525

>>32530574
>>32530546
thats lewd yo

>>32530574
BLUE BOARD

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>>32530231
Make it happen

>>32530231
>>32531175
already have

http://pastebin.com/8X30UtqA

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>>32531870
>Stopping right where it gets funky

>>32505894
Got the next part written. Gonna proof read and post tomorrow.

>>32532369
Looking forward to it m8

>>32532214
still writing it senpai, writing smut ain't easy

vampire fag is back on the sticky
http://pastebin.com/5yG5C9ek

>can you guys tell me about any death link?

>I grimace reflexively before sighing and pinching the bridge of my nose. "Can we just get outta here? We're already running late."

>There's a sudden light pattering of footsteps and by the time I look up, she's already run outside. The glass door now hissing as it closes.


>I pull myself up, grab my keys, throw the box of goodies over my shoulder, and head out after her, not even bothering to lock to the door.

>When I round the corner she's sitting on top of my car, her feet swinging softly and her tail swaying as she hums a little tune

>Her face lights up as I round the corner and I instinctively smile back. "Kept you waiting?"

>She raises an eyebrow. "Huh?"

>I can't help but grin and let out a light laugh. "Nothing. It's nothing." I say, waving my hand

>She crosses her arms over her chest with a cute little pout. "You need to be nice to me."

>"See this box? It's full of all the nice things that I've done for you so far. And this is just the start."

>She grins and rolls her eyes before hopping off the top of the car, her boots clapping as she lands on the pavement.

>I pop the trunk and set the box in, pulling out the nearly full 40 rounder before closing it.

>I walk back around to her, and she's playing on the phone she stole from the creep at the mall.

>"Got into it huh?"

>I apparently catch her off guard and she hurriedly turns the phone away from me. "Y-yeah" she stammers

>"...what were you looking at?"

>Her face starts to redden

>Ha! You've gotta show me now

>"No!"

>"Bad guns get field stripped and left outside" I tease

>Her face goes even redder as she begins to internally panic. Her eyes dart around as she looks for a way out before letting out a sigh. "Fine." She says, defeated. She opens the phone and passes it to me.

>>32534418
>On the screen are various pictures of disassembled AK patterned rifles. 47's, 74's, and even a few exotic ones like the M76 and a Galil.

>I let out a very unattractive laugh and look back up at her. Her face is redder than a Swede in the sahara and she is absolutely fuming. I take a few breaths to calm down a bit before passing it back to her.

>She swipes it from me and stuffs it in her pocket all in one swift motion.

>I walk back to the driver's side and hop in as she flops into the seat beside me

>She immediately crosses her hands over her chest, still blushing

>"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd be looking at...gun porn."

>"It's not porn!" She says almost pleading.

>"So what was it then?"

>She pauses as she searches for the right words.

>"...tasteful nudes."


Sorry there isn't much, but work, school, the holidays, and taking care of my grandfather that's in hospice put me in a bad mindset for writing. I'm gonna finish the story, but it might take a while.

>>32526397
“Such an idea is suicide.” Alexei said, blue eyes peering at the fire lit map in front of him.
The Vympel lead, Timur, simply shrugged, “We don't have much choice I’m afraid. It's that or destroy all of the MANPAADs, which, consisting of SA-18s and SA-26s, would be impossible. Take a SAM site which will be expected to be heavily guarded or kill as many insurgents before we, ourselves are killed. I'm sure we have a unanimous decision.”
Annushka simply stared into the fire, thoughts racing about the situation at hand. “Let's do it.”


“What?” Alexei was surprised. Normally Annushka acted on behalf of her team but her siding with these… Guys… Simply shocked him. “You can't be serious. It's such a horrible idea.” She wasn't having it, using a pen to trace routes and areas of attack. “The site is just north of Grozny, which… Will be a problem. We’ll rig the road with their own IEDs in case they try to send back up. Vympel, that's your job. We will secure the site.”
And at that moment, it was settled, Annushka getting up from the log and walking to her tent before climbing into a cot.


It was going to be a long day tomorrow.

>>32534647
November 25th, 2014
0500 hours UTC+03:00, MOSCOW
CTU(s): 94th Guard, VDV; Vympel Group, Spetzgruppa


Everyone awoke that morning, nearly in unison as morning arrived to greet. The air had a chill that bit down, causing goosebumps for the freshly awake soldiers. Annushka rubbed the sleep from her eyes, sitting up in her cot and looking over at the others, noticing them rouse from whatever dreams they had. “Nadine… Alexei… Come on… Let's get up and eat…”
They both groaned, Nadine turning to face away from the voice that had pulled her from sleep’s embrace while Alexei simply sat up. The man looked over at his leader, eyes barely open as he stared.
Even as though she just woke up… Her beauty lasted through the worst of things. Her black hair hung like a cloak around her shoulders, face clear of any blemishes, slender yet lean frame loose in their fatigues. Her lips pink and healthy, blue eyes nearly grey now… But that wasn’t a problem.


He couldn't pull himself away. She was simply just too beautiful. He wish he had taken the opportunity to tell her earlier how he felt. Ever since they met in training… The thought clouded him as if it were a fog, lips pulling back into a soft smile while he recalled the first day:
She stood at attention, shoulders pulled back and standing proudly as they were indoctrinated. They thought she would fail. Instructors begging for the skinniest girl to leave. She could have failed, dropping out to become part of the attrition statistics. But she didn't. Enduring the hell and actually rising to the top of her class. It was as if… She were born for this role. She displayed leadership at every opportune moment. Her marksmanship… It was impressive. Her shooting was that of an Olympian, the instructors unable to believe that such a small girl could handle such large weapons and automatics as if they were meaningless.

>>32534651
Hand to hand combat… The one thing they figured they'd win in, they didn't. It was as if she had already taken Systema. Who was she? Who was this crazy, unstoppable force in such a small form?
Alexei knew the answer: she was the love of his life. It was cliche, as she had stolen many people's’ hearts, both man and woman alike. Her beauty and grace impressing everybody at demonstrations and exercises.
He wanted to confess to her, oh so badly. She didn't seem interested in him though, which worried the man, thoughts now filled with doubt and lack of confidence.


“Alexei?”


There she was. Thump-Thump.


“Yeah?”


“Let's get up, they have some food, we can eat and get ready for the assault.”


He returned with a nod, noticing every except the two left the tent. It was a perfect opportunity.


“Annushka…”


She had turned to leave but hearing her name caught her attention, looking over her shoulder at Alexei.
“Hm?”


“Can… Can you sit? I have something I must tell you.”


There was a bit of hesitation, but she agreed, sitting down on Alexei’s cot once he scooted back to make room for the woman. And so he went on:
“I've been wanting to tell you since we met… I…”


Then the crack of gunfire.

>>32534423
I love your story and all but please take your time. Life can be a pain sometimes but I'm sure you'll pull through. Keep your chin up man.

>>32503294

.45 revolvers?

>>32535059
there is 45 acp wheel gats

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>>32530574

censored version so you don't get banned again

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>>32525779

Really good stuff as always, JT.

Lily's coming back, though... right?

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>>32525779
As always, was still thoroughly entertained, despite your warnings that this may be more dry. Good to see you posting again and in better spirits.

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>>32535964
>>32535684

yay, someone actually noticed me posting.
This section was a little dry i guess. gonna do my other story for one update and then ramp up the tempo here. things are going to happen. maybe even exiting things

>>32536033
Would have replied sooner, but working full time during the break tires one out, along with having to do all the upkeep on days I have free, which are random.

Continuing with The Road Home.
Formatting is gonna be a little weird for this part, so bear with me.
>>32505894
>“Anon, you’ll have to forgive me ahead of time for not being able to remember most of the dates- storage is a bitch.”
“Yeah, don’t worry about it.”
>“I guess I should begin with where I was made...

http://pastebin.com/577nD2vh

>“…Which brings you up to speed to where I am now,” she said solemnly.
“Sounds like you had a rough life…”
>She nodded in confirmation. Her mouth had fixed itself into a frown that held all the pain she experienced.
>A sniffling sound from next to you broke the silence in the car.
>“That… That’s so sad…” Cassidy stuttered, tears beginning to form in her eyes.
>“Yeah, it’s pretty shitty…”
“So… uh… about the name… Do you still want a new one?”
>“I… Uh… I think I’ll stick with my current one. I think I need it. Would you mind saying it, Anon? I haven’t heard it in bloody forever.”
“Jacklyn…” you mused.
>As you looked out the window, you noticed that the sun had fallen. Glancing at the clock, you realized you only had fifteen minutes left until you got home. Your growling stomach was especially conscious of that.
>“Hey, Anon,” Jacklyn interrupted your thoughts.
“Yeah?”
>“Thanks. You seem like a real wuss, but thanks.”
>The rest of the car ride proceeded in silence, save the occasional sobs from the CZ next to you.
>Before long you found yourself turning down a gravel driveway, the sound of tires on pavement changed completely. Jacklyn, who you just now noticed had been dozing off, bolted upright in her seat.
>“Anon, are we on a dirt road? How far out in the bush do you fucking live, you mug?”
>“WE’RE HOME!” Cassidy exclaimed before you could answer.
>“Home?”
“Yeah. Home.”

>>32536525
>You opened the two car garage that was connected to your house and parked right in the middle, with extra space on both sides. You looked to your left and noticed the stack of boxes that had piled up next to the door. You could also hear multiple muffled voices coming from beyond.
“Cassidy, stay here with Jacklyn for a minute. I’m gonna go grab the extra set of sights I got lying around before I introduce the others to Jacklyn.”
>“Okay, Anon,” the pistol replied.
>As you exited the vehicle the voices became louder, though you still couldn’t pick out what they were saying. With a sigh you made your way to the door and fished out your keys. You didn’t usually lock this door, seeing as the garage is closed when you’re away, but with two expensive rifles and your being away for four days, you weren’t taking chances. You heard the click, turned the knob, and pushed forward to whatever hellscape may await.
“I’m home.”

Sorry for the weird formatting with this part, but I wasn't exactly sure that the character limits would be forgiving to how I wrote the backstory out.
As always I'd love to hear what people think of the story so far.

>>32525779
still good as always JT

>>32536537
I'm enjoying it, I particularly enjoy these rehabilitation stories that people are writing.

>>32536525
>>32536537

i like it m8, is good

Alright I'm updating the
"Short war"
If anyone has any comments let me know

http://pastebin.com/a3p5hyUa

>>32537647
My only recommendation would be to separate updates with a break or something so they're a little easier to find. Like, maybe post the line number where the update starts, or something like this.

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Other than that, I'm enjoying the story.

>start giving critiques so the thread reaches 310

>>32503294
Why in the hell would they dismount their tank to engage the enemy on foot?

>>32537967
damaged thread?
no ammo for any of the guns?
out of fuel?
for shit and giggles?

your guess is good as mine

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>waiting for 310 posts
>or for sempai to notice me

>>32537900
Thanks for the suggestion I will start doing that..
On a side note apparently the FBI and even the CIA is much more friendly to the K train of thought then expected.. I have been learning a lot about the departmental culture.

It is interesting to say the least.