/wfg/ Writefag General-Polished aluminum edition

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>ignoring my edition suggestion

Poly pls

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Second for stopping to be a lazy ass and actually writing more

>i'm actually going to do it, promise

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>>32810480
I'm going to watch it again tonight!

>>32810837
A lot of my music choices are pulled straight from shuffle on my ipod. The songs that have meaning are hand picked though. I'm glad you look forward to more. I will deliver!

>>32811040
Glad you like it! Rose got bantz!

>>32812930
Glad I could make your morning better!

>>32817107
It's still weird seeing my cap pop up in threads...

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>>32818390
>lazy ass
>has as much written as the rest of /wfg/ combined under two fucking pen names while surviving cancer

>>32818408
A2 Anon here, you're one of the big-name authors around here, got any tips for me?

Kinda scared to ask JT...

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To /k/atch a predator

I really appreciate feedback of all sorts.

>>32818140

>featured again
>haven't written anything since last time

Time to get busy, I guess!

>>32818447

lewd the raifu

>>32818516
Can't find you in the sticky, do you have a pastebin?

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>>32818140
Next edition must be "Be Like Mike" Edition

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>>32818447
i am not especially intimidating

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To /k/atch a predator

I am an idiot and I forgot the link in the last post.
http://pastebin.com/MCy0dm3k

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>>32818572
I'm thinking about writing some Slice of Life vignettes about being Mike Vining's neighbor in the stlye of pic related. Give me a couple hours and I'll post a few

>>32818542
Well, the re-assembly scene is coming up next...

The implication from the other raifus present is that there's already lewding going on.

>>32818568
im working on adding the new pastes the FAQ gives a decent time table of updates

>>32818600
be a m8 and signal your posts man

>>32818594
Mike Vining telling dad jokes
I didn't know I wanted this.

Can /k/ reccomend some good non-fiction books on the military? Especially regarding military strategy and such?

Also could someone reccomend some good cold war fiction?

>>32818901
>good cold war fiction

Call me a normie all you want, but I really enjoy a lot of Tom Clancy's stuff.

>>32818901
The Spy Who Came in from the Cold by John le Carré

Just started reading the binbed stories after keeping up with the threads Just want to thank construct, jtfag, fal writefag, guard and rpk for making kickass stories. Will be reading the rest just starting at the top. Also thanks to the one guy for writing chiappa loli porn and giving my phone herpes.

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>>32818998
JT has been fed delicious (you)
JT will write more

Continuing The Road Home. Longer update this time around.
>>32754902
>As the door slid open, the figure looked back towards you. Your Mosin had decided to set up on the balcony for the morning.
“Aren’t you up early, Yu?”
>No response.
“Any reason that you’re up earlier than usual?” you asked again, hoping this would prompt some conversation.
>“Just woke up,” she shrugged.
>You turned your head toward her, once again driven by the hope that she’d be a little more specific.
>“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked with a strong hint of annoyance.
>You had noticed she was wearing a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt you had lost a few weeks ago, which you now assumed had ended up in her drawer at some point. She was about two inches shorter than you, but came off as intimidating on account of a better built figure that most Milsurp rifles had.
“I know you’re not telling me everything,” you said with skepticism.
>“Jeez… I just woke up, okay? I thought you spoke English. Do you need me to speak to you in Mandarin or Russian?” she asked, obviously annoyed, her voice completely void of an accent that would have carried over from either of the afore mentioned languages.
>You threw your hands up in mock surrender, letting out a sigh as she shot you a glance like a librarian telling someone to be quiet.
>You took the hint and decided to shut up and just watch the yard grow slightly lighter. You could see your and Yu’s breathe curl into white wisps in the air in the chill of the morning.
>After a few moments in the silence of the dawn you felt a slight nudge against your left arm.
>Looking to the side you saw that Yu had decided to get intimate, moving right next to you, but still looking forward into the yard.
“You need something?” you asked in a very monotone voice.
>“The old man called while you were out. I just let it go to voicemail,” Yu replied with as much apathy, not bothering to look at you.

>>32819137
“The guy who calls me up to do those odd jobs on the weekend for him?”
>“Yeah.”
“Well, what did he say?” you asked, a little annoyed that it was taking so long to get to the point.
>Yu hesitated for a moment before looking at you.
>“He… He said he had an issue with some animal and… He was wondering if you could come over and take care of it,” she said with more hesitation than you had ever heard from her.
“Did he say what type of animal?”
>“A type of dog… I think.”
“And he wants me to take care of that for him… Shit. I wanted to do stuff, but I guess I could take Lee after church tomorrow,” you muttered to yourself, but loud enough that Yu could hear it.
>“Actually, Anon, I though you could take me,” Yu responded with an almost comedic, out-of-character smile.
“After last night?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.
>Her fake grin quickly left her face and was replaced with shame. She didn’t answer.
>You stood outside for a few more seconds before sighing. You then turned around and headed back inside.
>“A-Anon! So, what do you think? Can you use me?” Yu asked with a slight hint of panic, following you inside.
“I’m very inclined to say no,” you said heading over to the counter.
>“Why not though?”
“Maybe it has something to do with last night,” you said a little sarcastically.
>“Why are you angry about that?” she asked, annoyed that you were bringing it up.
“Gee, Yu, I wonder why I’m angry about that. Maybe it’s because you drove Dia to tears. Maybe it’s because you can’t get along with anyone else in this house. Maybe it’s because you think that you can just get away with that shit and not face repercussions,” you responded, the anger that had been building finally boiling over.
>“But Anon, Dia was disrespecting you. No one in this house respects you except me. Why are you getting so angry over this?” she asked, her tone sounding like she had been wronged in all of this

>>32818568
>>32818586
sorry m8, I am an idiot

>>32819151
“Really? Dia sitting in my spot on the couch when I’m not here is disrespectful?” you asked with full skepticism, thinking you had pinned her down.
>“Yes,” she replied bluntly.
>You didn’t expect that.
>You just sighed and put your elbows on the island, your hands cradling your forehead. You stood there, leaning, shaking your head.
>“Anon, what’s wrong?” Yu asked, her voice changing to genuine concern.
“Yu, what is it with you? Why do you insist on being like you are? Why can’t you just get along with everyone else?” you asked, sounding defeated.
>“Anon, I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again: I am your rifle. I serve you to the best of my ability. I don’t want to lose you. I respect you as my shooter and consider your company an honor,” she said, her usual monotone returning.
“And what part of serving me requires you to be confrontational to Dia?”
>“She’s the most bourgeois rifle I’ve ever met,” Yu said matter-of-factly, as if you’d just accept it.
“By that logic I’m also bourgeois,” you responded staring directly at her.
>“Anon- Wait- No… That’s not what I meant.”
“Then what did you mean?” you asked, your anger growing again.
>“That… I… Uh…” she faltered on her words.
>You raised an eyebrow, expecting her to admit defeat. She didn’t.
>“The others don’t have the respect for you that I do. They don’t carry the weight of being your rifles, Anon. They need to be taught to respect you, and you seem incapable of doing that. You treat them- us- you treat us more like people than guns, Anon,” she explained.
>You sighed again.
>You didn’t know how to respond to the last part, because it was entirely true. Yu had a point- you treated your guns more like family than tools or weapons.
“Yu, why do you respect me? What gain is there from being my rifle?” you asked, not knowing what answer you’d get.
>“It’s merely the honor of serving my shooter.”

>>32819164
“And why do you strive for that honor?”
>She didn’t respond. She looked shocked, more than anything.
“I think it’s because it’s your nature. It’s your, and every gun’s, honor to be shot by their shooter and attempt to serve that shooter in whatever way possible. In the same way, it’s my honor to have rifles that don’t fail me. It’s also in my nature to take care of those who take care of me. It’s why I treat you all the way I do,” you half mused, half explained.
>Yu once again just looked on, mouth slightly agape.
“Just my thoughts, though,” you shrugged as you turned around and got a griddle out of a cabinet.
>Yu stood there silently. You didn’t even quite understand what you said, but it must have made her think. By this point she would have made some response or declared she was exiting the debate.
>You reached into a different cabinet and pulled out two aprons. The one you fastened around yourself had a heart colored in like a Union Jack on the chest, while the other was plain black.
“You’re gonna help me make breakfast,” you said, tossing the black apron at Yu over the island.
>She began to fasten the apron around her waist while you looked in the fridge.
“Fuck… Yu, go to the garage and check the other refrigerator to see if we have anymore eggs there,” you said as you opened up a binder filled with recipes you kept on the counter.
>As Yu went down the stairs you heard a second set of footsteps climb up them.
>“Wow Anon, you look like a regular housewife. Some bloke would be lucky to have you as his gal,” an Australian accent mocked at you.
>You turned around to see a disheveled looking Jacklyn standing by the table, arms crossed and a smug grin on her face. She was still wearing the well-worn clothes from when you bought her yesterday.
“Or six geists,” you jested back.
>“So, you makin’ brekkie?” she asked, suddenly disinterested by your joke.

>>32819174
“Something like that. You fine with French toast?”
>“Can you actually make that?” she asked with mock skepticism.
“I’ll have you know I was kitchen staff at a café on the weekends when I was in college. Of course I can.”
>Her eyebrows raised as she made a smug grin, indicating to you that’d she’d be the judge of that.
>You went back to flipping through your cookbook, made of recipes that were handed down, found online or stolen from friends’ families and the restaurant you once worked at- scribbled down from memory.
>“So what are we doing today?” Jacklyn asked.
“Shopping and cleaning.”
>“As in house cleaning?”
“No, as in I’m going to clean you.”
>Jacklyn’s face reddened at the prospect.
>“Anon, I-”
>She was interrupted by Yu, who had come back up the stairs, eggs in hand, head facing slightly downwards.
>“Wow. Aren’t you two a couple of lovebirds?” the shotgun chuckled.
>Yu fumed past her and set the carton of eggs down on the island, not breaking eye contact with the ground before cupping her hands around your left ear and bringing her mouth up to them.
>You could feel her breathe as she opened her mouth, about to whisper something into your ear.
>Nothing. Something stopped her from saying whatever she had running through her mind, and she retreated from the pose she had momentarily struck.
>“How sweet. A kiss for hubby,” the Australian Enfield teased, ginning smugly.
>Yu turned around and gave Jacklyn a death stare. The Aussie took it as a challenge and grew even smugger.
>Yu began to walk towards the Enfield at a pace and in a posture that looked all too familiar to you. Before she got too far, however, you reached out and took her by the neck, prompting a change back into rifle form.
>The Type 53 you now held had its bayonet unfolded. You folded it back and cradled the rifle in your arms as Jacklyn looked on, confused as to what just happened.
>“What was that about, mate?”

>>32819194
“Yu tends to be… confrontational. I didn’t exactly want to get caught up in a sparring match while I make breakfast,” you tried to explain as calmly as possible, patting the Mosin’s stock as you did so.
>The Enfield raised an eyebrow to the vague statement.
“I can explain it some other time, Jack,” you said, hoping to avoid being skewered that morning by the gun you currently held.
>She only shrugged and moved over to the sectional in front of the TV.
>“Anon, you good with me watching TV?” She asked as she sat down.
“Of course. The rule really only applies to news and political stuff, and even then, it’s mainly Dia, Freja, and Cassidy I’m concerned about.”
>“Is it actually that bad in this county? I thought America was a land flowing with guns.”
“Depends on where you are. A lot of the news would like to make you think that’s a bad thing though.”
>“Huh,” she shrugged as she flipped on the power and began flipping through channels.
>You set Yu down in the corner formed by the counter and went back to prepping.
>You caught a flash out of the corner of your eye a few seconds later and looked at Yu, whose face was red with both anger and embarrassment.
“Hey, if you don’t go after people for making the same banter you do, then I won’t have to treat you like that. Got it?” you whispered, leaning over to her.
>She only gave you a glare of anger, which you returned with a cheesy smile as you focused on breakfast.

That's it for now. Hopefully it's up to the standard (however low that may be).
As always, I enjoy (You)s, so I'm up to hearing opinions on this story so far.

>>32818998
>One (you) has been added to your inventory

This pleases me greatly... glad you have enjoyed it so far.

>>32819216
>Tsundere nugget
not sure how to feel about Yu

>>32819216
>>32819194
>>32819174
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>>32819137
Fuck. Just realized I didn't have my trip on.

I'm thinking of doing something naval in a Strangereal Cold War kind of setting. Basically, nukes were not/can't be developed, so forces stay conventional. If this sounds familiar, it's because I was pitching it anon.

As a worldbuilding exercise, I was thinking of having a tripartite world, with a Communist League led by the not!USA and a Canadian border that resembles the DMZ of the Korean Peninsula.

The /k/ part would be some sort of international incident over resources in contested waters between Gommie USA, and what I'm calling Japstralia. However, I'm not sure of where the human drama is, which is the problem of technothrillers

>>32820817
The human drama is a Captain of the South Asian Alliance, having sailed his ship in to contested waters which were being heavily monitored by the Communadians and Americans, thus entering his entire government in to the foray before his government could officially declare it an incident. He gets taken prisoner. His crew is separated and unable to communicate. He must gather them, break his ship out of dry dock, and flee without causing a multi-national war .

dammit, all this great shit and all I've got is some bitch complaining about someone being odd for like four pages. Oh well. stand by.

Chapter Seven: The Soft Spot
>Sarah sat bored, reflecting as usual, the date of march eighteenth twenty-nineteen had been a dreary one, maybe her favorite operative would be back in two days. Maybe. She muddled at how dull life would be without dear, sweet Michael to order around from place to place. Eventually she started talking to herself, eventually she just walked into the psychologist's office to talk about it, if only to have someone to talk to.
"Hey, got a minute?"
>"What's on your mind, Miss Keel?"
"I need to talk to SOMEONE, and I've been obsessing over one of my operatives."
>"Oh, my. Color me shocked. Is it the infamous Michael Berdan?"
"How would you figure?"
>"The rumors still circulate around the office, despite both of you flatly denying them."
"It's not like that."
>"Well, I reckon you've come in to talk to me about what it IS like, so have a seat."
"Thank you."
>"So, what of the one man horde?"
"He's just so... interesting. In many ways, he's admirable, in many other ways, he's just... kind of sad. His world view is odd, the kind of questions his actions bring to the table are enough to raise gossip, but having seen the sad truth behind some of them? God damn, man! Remember how gossip used to go around about all these vile, despicable things he does in private to prepare himself for work spurred a brief investigation?"
>"Yes, as I recall, the rumors were unfounded."
"I know the WHY. He does nothing in private. Not that he doesn't have pleasures, he just... doesn't... a lot of the time. I know, I had to head up the investigation. He's got a machine shop and guns and a computer and just a few hobbies, which he really likes, and then he just... sits. He does them for so long and then he just sits, sometimes he cries but he'll pretty much always frown when he does it. Seriously, probes into his personal life reveal no contact from outside the company, when he goes to bars, if, that is, he pretty much avoids eye contact and leaves after a couple drinks.

>>32821048
>"Now we're getting into something interesting, I'd have never figured someone so gregarious for the lonely type. Perhaps he craves some sort of intimate companion? Perhaps he doesn't know where to look and we're as close as he gets?"
"Yeah, maybe. But what drives someone like this? You see him just looking as though he's suffering at home and you'd think there HAD to be some kind of end, Some reason for him to keep doing this! But no, that look of despair on his face when he got home said it ALL, I'm telling you man, this guy's interesting if not downright disconcerting."
>"Why does this concern you?"
"I don't know. I just see him, and so much about him is just... I understand how he thinks, I see it in the way he acts, but... the more you dig, the more you understand, the harder it is to rationalize. Lonely? Don't talk to anyone until you HAVE to. Bored? Sit.
Hobbies? Do them for a while, then sit. He thinks in straight lines, but when he's alone he doesn't act in straight lines."
>"An introvert?"
"An extrovert when he gets here, though. What's really messed up is when he gets here for a briefing on an assignment and he looks like he's been rescued from a deserted island after years of isolation."
>"When you put it that way, it makes more sense WITH the information you've given about his personal life."
"Some more fucked up things. Ever notice how he looks when he GETS HERE?"
>"How so?"

>>32821068
"It's the fucking weirdest occurrence with him. He shows up looking drained, anemic, pale of skin, hair obviously out of order and soaked down with water from the sink, almost looking like he's ill. He shows up like this from a cool comfortable environment, then he goes out to the cold, the hot, the abrasive. He comes back looking healthy as a horse, skin cleared up, color restored, and happy as can be, hell, I bet he comes back from this current assignment and he's got a fucking grin a mile wide, and looks like the IMAGE of health, save of course for a few high intensity chemical burns that give him cancer and somehow he survives that, then he comes back like some sort of fucking demigod."
>"Are you telling me he delights in harsh and strenuous environments?"
"Are you fucking listening? I've seen him. Personally. I've seen him take off on walks in hundred and ten degree heat, looking discomforted by AIR CONDITIONING, then walk over an hour with no water or anything, to come back looking happy and healthy, his hair, previously bedraggled, now in a messy but stylish pattern. I'm telling you he'd fucking THRIVE in them. Hell, I even accompanied him on one such walk, he got home soaked in sweat, but he'd left looking as though some sickness were draining him of life, and came back without zits and a picture of health. I'm telling you strenuous environs only seem to make him happy and healthy where others would break down."
>"REALLY. Where did we get this guy? If that's a question you can even answer."
"Oh I can answer that one, he came from fucking California, he was on the way out AS THE NUKES WENT OFF. Even before that he was an anomaly, all the things I've told you about him? They were true even before that. And the most STARTLING contrast between business and leisure with this case? Can you guess it?"
>"I'm guessing it's his overall demeanor."

>>32821084
"Oh you nailed it. You FUCKING nailed it. I ever tell you I've sheltered him a few times? After assignments? Safe house and things like that?"
>"No, It's rather unusual for handlers to personally safehouse with their operatives. Let alone one out of a team."
"Yeah, yeah, guidelines later. I've seen footage from his helmet. You know, when we were in high school, he had a navy sticker on his door. Some girl gave it to him when he was little, and he kept it because he wanted to be a fighter pilot and fly the planes off the carrier. He also had a much more relevant poster on the wall of his bedroom. More apt to describe him. 'Apply violence. Not everyone can do it.' It said. Well let me tell you, the day I found out about that poster was the day I found out he could definitely apply violence."
>"He... assaulted you?"
"Not quite. Some people broke into the house, held myself and this other girl at gunpoint, demanding valuables. He was in the shower at this point. APPARENTLY with an FAL, because he came out, dick swinging in the wind, completely naked, and shot two of them from the top of the stairs."
>"That's not a pleasant image."
"Gets better, two of them scramble into the den, down a hall, they don't know how to get to the garage, and he cuts that route off from the other end of the hall, it's kill him or die trying to get out through the garage. One peaks out and thrusts his hand, a hi-point in it, of course, out to fire at Michael. Mike shoots his hand and then as he staggers back, shoots him in the throat and bayonets him, meanwhile this little guy, probably one of the robber's younger brothers is just fucking screaming for mercy."
>"So what does Michael do about this?"

>>32821099
"Michael's is NOT the face of Mercy. He spared the kid, to be sure, but he made a LESSON out of it. He buttstroked the kid with his FAL, and escorted him to the lawn, where he put him on his knees, and calls the police saying 'We got a bunch good boys who dindu nuffin, come get the one that isn't DEAD before I blow his fucking head off.' So here he is, STILL NAKED by the way, his screaming having woke the neighborhood, on the front lawn with a hostage, basically. Until his dad comes out with an M1A and he walks back into the house. I saw that fucking face and let me tell you. He would have done it. He would have slaughtered that kid and never thought twice about it. Police? Parents? Me? No one would have stopped him if he felt like it. There was only PURE. UNADULTERATED. HATE. In those eyes."
>"Is his helmet camera like this?"
"There's more clothing and less mercy, but yes. He can apply violence with the best of psychopaths. Or the worst. But then there's how he acts around HERE, he can handle crowds that shoot at him, but not crowds that socialize with him, he always just shrinks into the middle of crowds of people. But one on one? He can be really candid one on one or professionally. If they're people he socializes with, he seems less confident, really awkward, but the ones he works with? in command, in charge, on top of it. Hell, getting to know him was easy enough when I safe-housed him. In action he's as violent as they come, but in leisure he's..."
>"Spit it out, don't trail off, you've got me on the edge of my seat."
"Polite? Most certainly well mannered, tries, or is, as I'm not really sure if it's an effort for him, to be unimposing, trying not to overstep my hospitality. Sometimes it's concerning."
>"So, an utter barbarian or a quiet guest. A most precarious fellow. I wonder if his mind has some self damaging tendency."

>>32821123
"Potentially, he seems to concede self awareness to others if you get him drunk enough. He seemingly knows what he thinks and not how he feels in many situations."
>"Really? How so?"
"I'll give you the example of how I learned his world view. Tell me, what word would you use to describe things that are pleasant? Things that people generally try to seek out so they don't die sad and alone?"
>The psychologist shrugged as he thought about it "Fun? Warm? Happy? I'm just guessing at what one would think on a subject of the like." Came the answer, his face, for the first time actually indicating investment in this conversation.
"Well, you get a guy drunk and talk to him about such things and he'll be more open about it. Michael is no exception. He IS however of a different perspective. The word he used is 'soft.' 'Soft,' is the word he chooses. He describes the happy things that people do for pleasure or validation from others as 'soft.' He views life as the journey toward a soft spot, where one doesn't HAVE to be hardened as they are on the face, where there's someone with whom they are in private, whether they're present or not."
>"I don't see where you're going with this, this is a fairly common view of life. Much as many view the cycle of children becoming parents, just with a different adjective."
"To be honest I don't either, now that I think about it, I don't know why I'm so fixed on telling someone about this. Something tells me he's gonna do SOMETHING off, even by his standards."
>"What would make you say this?"

>>32821135
"I remember him in high school, college. He had trouble with the intimate relationship thing. He always had. His old friends said it was because he was thin skinned and got bullied a lot, so he grew a thick skin when everyone else was getting sensitive. I heard years ago from a girl who liked him that he was rather sharp with others when they started getting all sensitive about the 'issue' of bullying, even as far as making some people cry. According to her, when others confronted him about it, he asked where those same people who cried at a slight were and where that sensitivity was when HE was the one getting prodded constantly. Of course it was a rhetorical question, since it was just an excuse to call them out for being hypocrites. More than ANYTHING, when people started to bemoan things he got irritable."
>"What brings this memory to the front, again?"

>>32821143
"I'll get to it. So, last assignment he had, I had to go assess his team, and him once he got out of the hospital. Well, this woman's there watching him, turns out, he got that fucking rifle on the assignment and it has a geist. I housed him when we were staying in Mozdok, the geist too. I saw the way they look at each other. The way they act. I know exactly what she wants. He probably wants it too. The last time he managed to fall into that soft spot it wasn't pretty. Granted, different circumstances, but I don't know if he'll fall back into a soft spot. He has a hard time with that. Pass him the rifle and tell him to kill, throw him into the sun, shove him into a grinder and he'll go happily and confidently, come back better than he went. Woman tells him she likes him, tries to get close or even intimate with him? Asks him how he feels? Watch how he draws a blank, how he turns from a confident rock of a man to a sputtering puddle of uncertainty. How he awkwardly tries to slip away. For what reason nobody knows. His problem is that he's been turned into such a hard skinned creature that he generally doesn't recognize when he's found the soft spot and tries to get away from it."
>"So you think he's gonna run himself into the ground?"
"Wanna put odds on it? Nine outta ten he doesn't recognize it, or doesn't know how to get into it. He doesn't know how to express... affection I guess. Not to humans anyway."
>"Sounds like he has a problem with rejection. If he keeps it together and gets rejected, it's not so bad, but if he opens himself up and gets rejected, he probably thinks from experience that it'll feel like getting torn apart, if the information you've given me is accurate."
"Shit. That makes more sense than I'm comfortable with."
>"Would you like me to put some kind of sanctions on him? An evaluation?"
"Not yet. He'll be slow about any mental deterioration in my opinion."

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>>32821162
>"Ok, I've heard nothing here for the time being about Michael. Though you could do with some reflection on why you seem to watch over him so much."
"Yeah, yeah. Stow it." She said, walking out of the office.
>What could he be doing now? What magical if not unimaginable deed would be captured THIS TIME on the helmet cam?
>Whether she knew it now or not, Sarah had set Michael up for some trials and tribulations in the future.

March Nineteenth Twenty-nineteen.
>"Michael, can we talk in private some time?"
"Probably in a day or two. I don't think it'll be today though. I don't suppose we can just put all the children to bed" I said as I looked motioned to the students and other operators who were visibly amused by my addressing them.
>"Da, I suppose you're right. Well, we'll talk about it at some later time."
"Don't worry. I'll make time for you. I promise."
>Ekatarina smiled at this. I can't say it didn't make me feel good.
>"Hey, Mike, You like Iron maiden right? I found something on the radio I think you're gonna like!" Chimed Jessey from the commander's seat as she turned the radio. I knew it wasn't long now. We'd be in Nevada again soon and we could be done with this hell hole, this... zone.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tDF4F-CNDBc

>>32821323
March twentieth twenty nineteen.
>Finally back into Nevada, Ekatarina and I checked into a hotel for some time alone, Finally.
"So what was it you wanted to talk about yesterday?"
>Ekatarina, my dearest friend looked at me with a distress on her face that could only mean to me that this would be a hard question. No other outcome could be expected.
>"I wanted to ask you something. How do you feel?"
"About... Us? Them? Something in particular?"
>She looked at me with a face that pleaded for an answer. I tried to speak, not to be decisive, but to answer genuinely. The words didn't come easily.
"I love you." I finally managed to get out. Some things just don't come naturally at first.
>"Я тoжe тeбя люблю!" she said, running to me and wrapping her arms around me, the smile on her face was worth the discomfort of saying those three words for the first time. I never knew why, but when they meant something, they always hurt to say the first time.
>As I embraced her she looked up at me, and cocked her head and asked me "C тoбoй вce в пopядкe? Baшe лицo блeднoe!"
"Пepвый paз, кoгдa я гoвopю эти cлoвa кoмy-тo вceгдa oчeнь пyгaющим." I answered, practically FEELING the color return to my face.
>I finally fell into place. I felt like I was finally happy as I lie down with Katyusha for the night. I couldn't help but hear the sound of a song long since forgotten. A calming little refrain about a love for a woman who would take care of the one who took care of her, the one who'd grant unconditional loyalty to the one that granted his trust to her. It must have been at least decades since.
>A different era. A land long gone. And in a way, She reminded me of her. Not Merna. A young woman from the RWS who'd taken care of me, who'd loved me... who'd cast me off all those years ago to leave for England. I knew at least that Katyusha was different. She wouldn't cast me or my many brothers and sisters to them. Not like she did.

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

>>32822197
That's about it for tonight, have fun reading into the end!

>>32822465
Good stuff man.

No sleepy sleepy need cute guns doing cute things plz

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So, I started posting this story a few or so threads ago, but didn't generate much interest outside of getting thrown in the archive. Here's a bit more that I posted in my own pastebin. Still haven't thought of a title, but there's a few ideas floating around.

http://pastebin.com/zGrywiz8

>>32823854
>So, I started posting this story a few or so threads ago, but didn't generate much interest outside of getting thrown in the archive. Here's a bit more that I posted in my own pastebin. Still haven't thought of a title, but there's a few ideas floating around.
welcome back, I was wondering where you went, I thought there was plenty of interest shown

>>32822197
>"Пepвый paз, кoгдa я гoвopю эти cлoвa кoмy-тo вceгдa oчeнь пyгaющим."
This doesn't seem to translate well in google.

Anyway, nice look into Mike's past. Love what you are doing.

>>32823854
Oh, I was wondering what happened to this one.
Good stuff.

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New story.
And We Remembered Zion: Chapter 1

http://pastebin.com/43VMNEw6

>>32818408
Rose lewd when!

Well damn, 75 people have already read my new story. Do you all like it?

>>32820888
What about a straight up mockumentary format?

>>32823854
Seems interesting so far, that last bit made me think of Those Who Hunt Elves for some reason.

>>32823992
He's saying the first time he says those three words to someone are intimidating, anyone know a better machine translator than google?
Also, glad you enjoyed it.

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small update for to /k/atch a predator

As of right now I havent pinned a year to the story, the earliest it could be with the context clues is 1989, do you guys think I should put an exact year on the story?

>>32818901
War is a Racket by Gen Smedley Butler

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YES. I FINALLY COMPLETED SOMETHING FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWDP9-FpVMo

>>32819216
I don't believe "smugger" is a word. I thought it was "more smug" because it's a fucky adjective that doesn't translate to superlative well.

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http://pastebin.com/JWgFSePg

"One Shot Panni" now up to date in my bin. (HiPointHomie is bae for binning it all.)

I'm hoping to get more written soon. Sorry for disappearing for the last few threads!

>>32827296
Were there even chatrooms in 1989? Thought that was something started in the 90s

>>32828126

In 1989 it wouldn't be the chatrooms you're thinking of from Yahoo!Chat and AOL - the stuff where millions of horny teens and pre-teens learned the most effective pickup line was "a/s/l? want 2 cyber?"

Hell, in 1989 the World Wide Web as we know it didn't exist - that wouldn't be created until 1990.

In 1989 you'd be looking at Bulletin Board Systems, Usenet groups, and IRC chat.

>>32828126
>>32828408
even if it were in the 90's I feel like HM2 already got the early 90's making me look like a rip-off, would you guys buy early 2000's

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>>32818655
Like this?

"I want to get started now."

>He looks at you in surprise, not quite registering for a moment.
>As soon as he figures out what you said, he lays an assortment of parts on the table, directing you to have a seat.

"I'll need you in rifle form for this all to work, you won't like some of this, but bear with me."

>You nod your head and shift to rifle form on the table, once again taking the wretched form of the bastardized AR you've become.

>It hurt.
>It hurt a lot.
>He carefully tapped away at every rollpin in your gasblock, removing each one with care before moving to your handguard.
>It nearly broke off in the vise as he unscrewed it, the cheap metal of the NC Star rail creaking under his grip before unbinding with a pop.
>Then came the barrel...
>It's been with you since Panama, now it had to go...
>With all the care of a Priest baptizing a small child, he takes a barrel wrench to your mutilated appendage, breaking it free, unscrewing it from it's place in your upper.

>You couldn't scream, couldn't cry out...
>This had to happen, you knew it did.

"I know how this must feel, forgive me."
>His tone suggests he's done this before...

>Before the pain can truly set in, something takes it's place.
>Brand new, chrome lined,1:7 twist, 20"
>It felt like Heaven on Earth..
>You were almost shaking as he fully set the barrel and headspaced it, using all hand tools.
>You'd been so distracted by how good you felt that you didn't notice the new gasblock, tube, and sight post.
>Each part installed with the same care he had during removal.
>Then, the handguards. Black, plastic, and long.
>You'd been a Grenadier in the past, but this would do for now.
>After he clips in both handguards, he moves to the stock.
>5-position, adjustable, a fine system, but not your own, he pulls the stock off your buffer tube and sets it in the box, then, taking his wrench, he removes the locking nut from the buffer tube, pulling off the whole assembly.

>>32828748
early 2000s works. I'm kept mine, more or less, within the past 5 years, but even then it wasn't too much of a factor.

You definitely have setting going on much better than I ever did

>>32828846
I really dont want to set it in a specific time I was just gauging what you guys thought, I do plan to set other stories in the same universe and trust me, it gets more /k/ and a lot of weird things later on in this one will be explained.

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>>32828766
"You might feel a pinch, get ready Olivia."

>He screws on a new Rifle length buffer tube, sliding the stock on over it and locking it in place.
>Satisfied with his work so far, he flips you on your carrying handle and removes that shitty pistol grip you were given, replacing it with a somewhat worn A2 grip.

"Okay, how do you feel?"

>That feeling you get when you wake from a midday nap...
>Slightly hazy, not all there, as if you'd dreamt the past couple years.
>You feel complete, but not, like you were wearing clothes that someone else had slept in.
>It didn't matter, thinking about what must've happened to the owner of this furniture would likely send you into depression.
>Not that you didn't understand, in a twisted way.

>You shift your senses toward your Owner...
>He'd do just fine.

"Now, if you're satisfied, you can shift back, but I have some other ideas..."

>Good Idea Fairy right here...
>What could he-
>Oh
>Right...

>>32828891
I generally assume roughly within modernity, unless there are specifics mentioned that either point it to a specific time or tech/fads that were prominent.

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>>32828920

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>construct is up to date
http://pastebin.com/w0HB6Y9T

>new writers added on the sticky
http://pastebin.com/5yG5C9ek

>JTfag is up to date
http://pastebin.com/1qS4EqXS

>A2fag is up to date
http://pastebin.com/X7dWv9Sp


>from my side previus thread is done

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>>32828920
>He had mentioned a few other things...
>You're left on the desk as he retrieves a green box off one of his shelves.
>You can't tell where he got it, but you'd recognize that box anywhere.
>The transit case for an AN/PVS-2 Night optic...
>He pops each latch carefully, allowing the seal to break evenly, revealing the tube inside.
>It was grey, still new looking, but had definitely seen the battlefield.

"You've seen these before, I'm sure, but I'm not sure you've used one, they mostly went to Scout platoons and LRS companies. Think you can handle it?"

>Oh yeah, you could handle this~
>He carefully screws the device into your carry handle, switching it on to ensure that it worked properly.
>You could feel it, the device powering on, amplifying your sense of sight.

"There's one more thing, if you like."

>What else could he have?!"

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>>32829398
>Scott pulls a tube sock with something inside it out from under the table, upending it and letting it's contents fall into his hand.
>A matte black, early, M16 suppressor.
>A reproduction, for sure, but it was still remarkably similar to the ones that you'd seen on the ones that the Scudbusters used.

"Now, I know this may not be your style, but I'm kinda in the market for something I used back in the day, you fit the bill?"

>Oh yeah you did, hurry the fuck up and finish! You just got back to what you used to be and more, you'll show him who can fit the bill!
>Calm down, still in rifle form.
>He carefully slides the suppressor over the end of your barrel, matching the threads where your flash hider would go.
>7 full rotations later, you're a suppressed rifle, for the first time in your existence.

"You're free to shift back now."

>You were almost afraid to, but you couldn't look worse than you did at breakfast!
>Your body changes back to your human form, gone was all the soreness, your hair was back to full length, and your ass actually felt like it belonged on you.
>And it looks like Scott noticed~

"You look nice."
>What.
>What the fuck kind of lame compliment was that!
>No, wait, prior service, probably seen hundreds of girls just like you, and it was his own work, of course he wasn't fazed by it!

"Thanks, so, where to from here?"

>His expression doesn't change from that small grin he's been wearing all this time.

"I'm thinking you can live here for awhile, unless you got somewhere else to be?"

>Nah, you were good here.

"Thanks, but you're not getting rid of me that easily, what's for lunch?"

That's it for tonight.

>>32829692
i feel... like you're missing out on potential here

What happens to her with suppressor? with the NV sight? Clothe change with furniture?

But that's just my two cents. Or maybe that is coming later?

And speak to poly, because it seems you're still binned under "koko". and i highly doubt that man writes fanfic

>>32829768
Yeah, kinda trying to figure that out myself...

I checked with Poly, but I just got a picture of a sleeping cruiser as a reply...

>>32829692
>night optics
>suppressor
>"I'm kinda in the market for something I used back in the day"
this guy isn't from 82nd "All Alcoholics", but another unit stationed in Bragg, isn't he?

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>>32829842
>>32829768
will fix later

>>32829855
Scout platoons use that shit all the time, but I'm not ruling anything out.

>>32829692
Keep it up. Also tell me who you're with so we can drink.

>>32829359
Thanks, Poly.

>>32829692

lookin' good!

>>32829918

so you can drink and pilfer his parts bins, more like. sounds like he's almost got more stuff squirreled away than you do.

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>>32829768

>>32824225
Cut down on run on sentences. Utilize commas and semicolons. Beware homonyms.

Other than that, excellent start.

One thing of note...it took you 5 days of marching and trains to get to the crater. Then you sat on your ass for a month. Later, when tearing down the litter, you claim "we were trying to kill each other mere days ago." What happened to continuity? Or timeline?

>>32830110
I don't think he does.

In fact, I'm pretty sure I buy from where he does if hi first post is to be believed...

>03:07
>massive bed
>5 pillows
>three blankets
>easily 10 plushies
>but it's still cold

This is writing feels if I ever knew them

>>32827505
Dude...what...

>no I have not seen that show
>there is a distinct possibility that I now will

>>32830341
that's just from the movie

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>>32830303

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>>32830341
This was two months of my life and Poly's fault.

Now go watch Girls und Panzer you pleb.

>>32830473
Hard to be comfy when you miss someone

>>32830493
i didnt forced you m8

>>32830545
And a fat kid's mum didn't force him to eat all the food, but she did put it in front of him where he could easily reach it. Thanks, Polymom.

>>32830496

that's a simple truth right there.
I try cuddling with a pillow. it's not much of a comfort, but it helps a little bit.

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>>32830414
>there's a movie?!

Posting some earlier content to help get caught up

>With a short running start she roughly flops face down onto the couch

>There's a glow of light and in the place she once was now lies my rifle.

>I walk over, picking up the dust cover that seems to have simply popped off.

>I roughly align it with it's notch and jam it down over the button for recoil spring

>I slap it once for good measure and set her down.

>"Now stay right there. I've got something you might like."

>I head off and go to the box of ammo, mags, and assorted parts I've ordered. I pick it up, carrying it to the den, and after setting it down with a thud I reach in, fetching a very nice surplus leather AK sling.

>"Man, I hope she likes this" I mutter to myself before making my way back to her.

>I pick her up and set her in my lap before I begin putting the sling on.

>As I thread it through her assorted sling attachment points as well as itself, I can practically feel my rifle shudder with anticipation.

>"I'm just putting your new sling on. Relax."

>After just a few more seconds, I'm finished and the chestnut colored leather sling dangles freely beneath her.

>I wonder though...

>My lips curl into a mischievous grin

>I shoulder the rifle and place it over my knee. Using my left hand I support it by gripping the reciever just under the magwell. I position my other so my finger is hovering freely over the trigger, almost as if I were about to try my luck at bumpfiring.

>I grin like an idiot and with a burst of speed, I begin jiggling my finger in the trigger well as if I were playing a metal triangle. With this method, I'm pulling the trigger nearly a half dozen times a second

>>32831199
>I keep it up for nearly a minute, until my hand begins to cramp

>It's then that I notice the generous amount of lubricant now coating my hand that was bracing her rifle form just beneath the magwell.

>"Heh. Pervert."

>I lightly toss her back onto the couch. "Hey! You can change back now." I say as I pick up a 40 rounder from the box and begin loading it

>In an instant she's changed back, and I'm greeted my the sound of her gulping for air.

>I chuckle. "You alright?" Turning my head over to her I notice her hair is wild and her now black fatigues are all ruffled up, exposing her midriff. She's giving me a death stare and mouthing something. Her beet red face makes it all that much more entertaining.

>"What was that? I couldn't hear you."

>"I-I..."

>"You what?" I say with a shit eating grin

>"I ha-hate you...SO much." She says as her stomach contracts once again

>"Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it."

>"You know it's been fo-unhh...forever since I've seen any action." She begins sitting up taller and leaning forward as she continues. "And then you did so much...so SUDDENLY."

>After a few moments she flings her arms wide and flops back into the couch's embrace, letting out an exaggeratedly loud breath as she does. "Hooo shit. That was...oh wow that was something." With that, she slides even farther down into the couch and throws an arm across her stomach before once again exhaling in satisfaction

>"I could do it again you know."

>She turns her head and looks at me with a weak smirk. "I'd probably die"

>>32831220
>I look down at my still oily hand before turning my head to her. "I'll keep that in mind. Gotta get cleaned up though." I say, waving my hand at her, the slick flashing in the sunlight.

>She amusedly blows a large amount of air out of her nose and covers her mouth as she sees it. "Holy shit is that from me?"

>"Sure is. It got just about everywhere."

>She lets out a grunt as she stands up before walking over to me and dropping to her knees. She grabs my hand by the wrist and carefully examines it.

>She calmly slides my finger into her mouth, caressing it lightly with her tongue before slowly sliding it out, the mixed spit and lubricant forming a drooping string as I pull away.

>She averts her gaze downward as she uses her thumb to wipe the extra lubricant off of her lips before casually sucking the rest off. She looks back up at me and puts on her goofy little grin before she chirps "Yep. That's me!"

>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.

>>32831230
>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 lsigh. "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.

>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

>>32831249
>"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."

>"Hey, so if those were AK's wouldn't that be like looking at your sisters or cousins? That's a bit weird." The side of my mouth curls into a smug grin

>She huffs and turns her head to face out the window.

>"We are similar. That's all."

>"Just similar eh?"

>"Similar by design, yes. But if we are not the same type of weapon from the same factory then we are not related."

>"Since we're on the topic, where are you from?"

>"Serbia? Surely you know this?" She says, raising her eyebrow in concern

>"I meant the factory."

>"Oh, right. I am from Kragujevac. Built by Zastava."

>"I'll make sure to remember that then."

>She looks me and smiles tenderly

>"Well I'm glad to hear you're not looking at pictures of your sisters" I say with a laugh, the mood soured in an instant

>She jabs me in the kidney with her elbow and crosses her arms over her chest.

>"I'm not into those things." She says firmly as her face reddens. Despite this, I notice the corner of her mouth curling into a little smile

>A few long minutes pass, and after she finishes jamming out to a song by The Cure, we arrive at our destination.

>She's the first out of the car and by the time I lock it, she's already holding open the door to to the shop and anxiously motioning for me to hurry up

>>32831153
http://kissanime .ru/Anime/Girls-und-Panzer-Movie

>>32831263
>I make my way to the door and as I pass her she pushes me into the shop and jumps on my back. Her legs wrap around my stomach and her arms go around my neck, nearly choking me.

>The owner looks at us with a grin before speaking. "What can I do you for?" He says with a deep southern accent

>"This ol' girl broke herself and needs a new peeper." I say in an exaggeratedly thick accent, much to the owner's amusement.

>"What sort is she? And ya got a budget in mind?"

>"Zastava M72. Let's say 150 for now. We're on a very tight schedule."

>"Yea I figured. Not many people come in here sporting suits. You know what's broken on er'?"

>"Front sight's all busted. She suffered a bit of a fall."

>"It happens. I've got just what you need though." He walks around back, retrieving a brand new front sight assembly, as well as a railed dust cover. She hops off my back in the mean time and begins looking around.

>"Now this here cover ain't pretty, but it'll fix her eye. I've got some dot sights over here too."

>"You know what brand?"

>"Holo-something or another. Buncha new school fancy garbage if you ask me." He says, picking one out of a small box.

>"...so how much is this gonna cost me?"

>"You seem like a fella with good intentions, so I'll cut you a deal." He sits down on his stool with a sigh. "150, and fifteen minutes with the girl."

>I look over to her and she's already red in the face. She gulps before worriedly looking over to me.

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>>32831153
The movie has been out for like 14 months, bro. Blu-ray came out in May. Time to come out from under the rock.

>>32831282
>As my fist instinctively balls up, he slaps his knee and bursts into laughter.

>"I'm just givin' ya hell. 150 and it's all yours. Gotta clear these bins out for new stuff!"

>I settle a bit and reach for my wallet. I pull out two fifties, two twenties, and a ten. I reach out, offering it to him. He takes it eagerly before tossing me a bag.

>"Pleasure doin business with ya!"

>She smiles at me and takes the bag from my hand, inspecting the new parts.

>"Care to install these?"

>She steps over and wraps her arms around me. There's a small flash and there's now a rifle in my arms.

>I press the button on the dust cover and lift it off. I take the new one and slide it on effortlessly, securing it with a light smack.

>The optic goes on just as easily, and I power it on, changing the color to green and setting it on low.

>Almost immediately there's the same familiar flash and she once again is cradled in my arms.

>I immediately notice her once bad eye is now a deep shade of emerald green. While rare to see outside of those weird chinese cartoons, her particular case of heterochromia is actually quite beautiful.

>Even though it's just a temporary fix, she's smiling one of the deepest, most genuine smiles I've seen in a long time.

>She wraps her arms around me and nuzzles against my chest as I carry her out. The owner waves at us and lazily goes back to counting and recounting his money

That's all I've got for now. Life's been a bitch as of late but I sure as hell haven't forgotten about you guys.

More soon!

>>32831309
good stuff as always,can't wait for more

>>32831296
Good stuff man, glad to see you're back

>>32831309
>more vicktoria

aww yeah!

>>32831286
The last year and a half has been spent trying to keep my house. Sorry.

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>>32831620
Shit m8. I know a feel similar to that. Anyways, when you watch the movie, and it better not be the just released dub, remember this face.

This is the face of a best girl.

>>32830251
It wasn't literal, there is a large force of German, French, English, American and Belgian type state was meant to be taken in more of the "we were all at each other's throats" due to tension that kinda went away after the situation went from just "watch this thing" to "everyone is dying run."

>>32831816
I know the words type state was meant to be something else but I can't remember what I typed or rather meant to type so Imma just blame the fact I just woke up for that fuck up.

>>32828920
i like it, keep going

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Just wanted to post some in-game development screens of a military VN I'm working on - here's a concept menu screen.

>>32832435
Ooooo. This is just my personal preference speaking, but have you tried washing out the background a little bit more (just a little)? It would make the red poppy stick out a lot (I'm assuming that's the cursor/selector?).

I really like the overall styling, especially the title font/layout.

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>>32832554

The compass will most likely get replaced with a smaller closed pocket watch.

Poppy is the cursor/selector - props to my GUI designer haha. The blank space in the actual menu screen would be a different sketch based on the ACT you were in, (1 prologue, 4 acts, epilogue)

>>32832741
Yeah, something smaller than the compass may be a good idea, wouldn't draw as much attention. I would agree, a closed pocket watch or maybe a locket would be a good idea.

I do like the overall styling.

>>32832741
You had my attention from the start, now you have my investment

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>>32833002

Thank you sir, Beatrice thanks you for your investment.

>>32833048
Also I know you snuck in a wargames RD line and I cannot read that line without the voice sounding like the voice actor from that game.

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>>32833071

:) I'm glad you noticed it. So you finished the prologue? What did you think?

>>32833107
I finished it the first time you posted it. It was pretty good. I like the mixture that MC is still green but also knows what he's doing that was going on for now.

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>>32818447
Eh? Yours is really interesting...
Reading from the geist's POV was slightly disorienting at first, but I caught onto it. My only suggestion would be to add mor description to the ambient surroundings a little more to flesh out the setting. This is to keep it from reading like a screenplay.
>not that my shit was any better at the start
FALwritefag was the one that spurred me to do better. She's supposedly coming back too!
>hype
Keep your story up! The ideas are gold!

>>32824919
Y'all really want this to happen, huh...

>watching latest C&Rsenal video
>Colt Army Special in WWI
>she tried her hardest to be the best revolver she could be
>but nobody wants her
>all the militaries ignore her
>US Army shuns her for a newfangled semi-automatic
>one day France-senpai finally buys her
>but just throws her away for the Greeks to use
>nobody remembers her service
>nobody loves her
>nobody collects her
>nobody cares

>>32833124

Sounds good - the story itself takes a turn during ACT II. Hopefully I can be up to your expectation when it comes out.

Non-spoiler - The story involves Conley Booker serving, and then he eventually gets left behind after a major offensive. The story then transitions on his adventure back, and the trials and tribulations he faces from there. A lot of character testing and perseverance, along with survival during war kinda thing.

>>32833124

The prologue and ACT I really set up the characters, which then flows into the time of events and the stuff that happens in ACT II-IV. Hopefully nobody was dreadfully boring in the prologue.

Hope you guys like it.

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>I am a rifle. I was built to protect the Fatherland from the foreign invaders.

>That was my intention at birth, at least.

>My owner never properly knew how to care for me, how to deal with one of us weapon spirits. It was heresy, to him- so I stayed as a rifle from then on in Johann’s hands.

>I am rifle. No more.

>He named me Erika, but so too did all his fellow soldiers; naming their rifles, I meant.

>He was well-trained, a proud member of the Wehrmacht- fighting to defend his home and his fellow man. Noble, dignified. Too proud to stoop to the levels his fellow soldier did, falling below that of animals.

>He fought proudly. He showed compassion to those his commanding officers would take prisoner, making sure they were cared for.

>“They are men fighting for their home, just as we are.”, he’d said. His words were often harsh, but they were kind.

>In a world where life was lost as fast as a dropped box of 7.92x33, it was not possible to be truly gentle.

>He was wounded by a sniper; this was the nature of war. He threw me out of the building after he went down; a gesture of surrender, or to create the illusion I did not know.

>He did not scream. He did not cry. He simply drew his sidearm and fired on the men who came inside.

>We had heard horror stories of that which his enemy would do to him; we had never seen evidence of it ourselves- but caution is the better part of intelligence.

>I was disgusted, at first, when a man grabbed me; one of his enemy, probably the man who had killed him.

>In a way, it makes sense for him to carry me. I never learned his name. He was a tanker. As such, I was cared for often and used rarely. I stayed inside that basket of iron and steel through months without being fired.

>I was used to fire upon my own countrymen; by this point, it was nothing more than scared old men with hunting rifles, and children with anti-tank ordnance who were told by their grandparents to do these things

>>32833244
>I was fired upon them regardless.

>We encountered one of our own tanks, once; a Tiger. It was rather spectacular, in the way that a lightning storm commands your awe.

>I did not speak the same language as they did, but they seemed to have a saying among them I grew rather fond of.

>Schadenfreude at their own expense, almost- Johann was almost safer than these men were, despite being encased in their armor.

>It was hot and miserable and humid; I felt rust build on my receiver which was diligently scrubbed off. The interior stunk of iron and oil, but it was a smell that grew familiar to me with my captors- at least, initially. I regarded him as I did Johann- he was not without reason, though he was a coarser and crueler man.

>He did take a shine to his youngest crew member, hardening him to the horrors of this dance of bloodshed quickly, that way the strain did not break him.

>I could respect this man, even if I found his country, the flag flown by his people rather disdainful. They killed him.

>Of course, as all things must come to an end, so too did this. Our tank was struck by a mine and overrun.

>But, they fought. They could have run, survived safely. But they would not abandon this canister of fuel, gunpowder and death.

>It was their home, and your home is not to be abandoned to the enemy.

>You fight for your home until the end, the death of the enemy-

>Or the end of your own life. Such is the way of the soldier.

>>32833244

Good flow, I like the progression so far - keep it up!

>>32833275
>So I did not resist him. I did as he needed me to do, even though these were my own countrymen. I had grown fond of him. He was a good man, a proud one.

>But as his crewmen, his family fell, he fought on. He was shot, eventually. He dropped me in the casings from the tank’s cannon and the machineguns.

>He stood back up, drew his sidearm and continued to fight. This was his home, and his family, he was fighting for.

>As family make the man, so too does war.

>The young one was told to leave; I don’t know exactly what was said. But that was okay. As he left, two stick grenades fell through.

>My new owner was bleeding heavily; he would not survive this- even if he hadn’t been shot. Nor would I.

>Just for once, I showed him my “human” self. I’d taken so many lives at this point, fired so much that my uniform was tattered and dirty, the proud blue-grey- the word escapes me- stained the dirty black and brown and red of blood and soot and dirt.

>I did not think, I knew this was a bad idea. But I grabbed his hand anyway, and told him those words.

>The ones that got him through the worst days of his life, and the words that kept this family that would finally meet its end together.

>The words that bonded them, in their shared misery and fear and pain and joy in all equal measures.

>A distasteful phrase, yes- but in its crudeness there was a certain comfort.

“The best job I ever had.”

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>>32830864
A-are you me?

Hey guys. I haven't been able to write today, but the good news is I finally got an fal, and went shooting today. however, I've been busy all day, so I'll ask you a multiple choice question.

There's a statement that would be FANTASTICAL if true, but would almost CERTAINLY only ever be used as an exageration. Lets just say this will affect Michael's final character development very profoundly. So, would you prefer that the statement be:

A: Literal and true
B: An exageration.
C: A half truth.

I have ideas for all of these, but I can't REALLY choose because of explaining them being fairly taxing.

Here, have a story about cyberpunk riot mall-cops removing the Ayy from the premises.

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Leo was sitting in the break room, engrossed in a video on his augreal display when the call came out.

"Eyes up, chuds!" His supervisor yelled, banging on a helmet with a baton. "We got a contract! Riot in progress, special expediency!"

Leo (along with everyone else in the break room) pricked up their ears at the last two words. A special expediency contract meant that time was, quite literally, money. The quicker they dispersed the riot, the bigger the bonus. They jumped to their feet, sending chairs skittering across the polished tile and downing drinks or cramming the remnants of sandwiches into their mouths before rushing for the door.

They arrived at the arming room, many already stripping out of their garrison jumpsuits as the lights came on to reveal rows of Overlord armors suspended in their arming racks. Like any good Overlord jock, Leo wore his skinny at all times, so all he had to do was stuff his jumpsuit into his locker, pull on his arming coverall and boot up his Overlord. Standing more than 8 feet tall and weighing in at over half a ton, the Mk.VIa6 Heavy Combat Exoskeleton was an intimidating beast capable of turning an ordinary Human into the enormous metal gorilla that haunted alien nightmares. Part of a class of ultra-heavy armor colloquially referred to as "Overlord suits", the Mk.VIa6 model was optimized for urban combat and particularly popular with Private Security Companies specializing in riot control and strikebreaking.

>>32834147
As Leo powered it on and logged in, the armor whirred and clicked, plates blossoming open like a flower of ceramic and titanium. Leo clambered in, hoisting himself up and lowering his legs into the legs of the armor, then pushing his arms into the sleeves. Leg and arm plates tightened with clicks and hisses, securing him into the armor, before the chest assembly swung down over his head and sealed with a final clunk. Now looking almost comical with his normal-sized head inside the huge armor, Leo grabbed his helmet off the rack and carefully lowered it over his head, allowing it to lock into the collar and seal. The helmet was open, visor resting on the forehead and faceplate hinged down to allow him to see out.

He tested his range of motion, going through the checklist of shadow boxing and flexing arm and leg joints to make sure the armor was functioning properly and responding promptly to neural input. By now a couple of armorers had arrived and were going over him, making sure every plate and component was in place and battle ready. They wheeled the backpack over and hooked it up, replacing the heavy main power lead from the building with the microfusion reactor in the pack, snaking belts of 20mm slugs into the ammo compartment and connecting the 40mm munitions pods behind his shoulders.

His main weapon, the 20mm Mk.XIX HAG or heavy assault gun, was attached to his waist by techs via a robotic arm. The arm helped support the weapon and could automatically retract it to his hip if he released the grips for whatever reason. Armorers snapped the feed chute from the backpack to the side of the weapon as Leo himself slapped the release, allowing rounds to rattle down the chute.

Suited up and ready, he marched with his colleagues over to the far wall, where steel shutters were clattering open to reveal racks of shields and heavy weapons.

>>32834151
Thrusting out his left arm so that the shield in front of him could latch onto his gauntlet, Leo pulled it off the rack and brought it to bear, testing the mechanism that controlled its angle on his forearm. Next to him, one of his colleges slammed the base of his shield to the ground, practicing crouching behind the massive slab of ceramic painted with the slogan

STUPID
DUMB
ALIEN
SCUM

Policy on such "morale customization" varied from company to company but Leo's employers allowed it, the logic being that most Humans were used to seeing customized armor on their fictional heroes in webshows, so if the company allowed it people would think they were more elite than they actually were. Leo's own armor was plastered in stickers representing various outdoor equipment and military manufacturers (some of which he could afford to buy from, most of them well out of his financial reach), as well as the occasional cheeky slogan of his own. "Smile and Wait For Flash" scrawled onto his munitions pods, for example.

Locked, loaded, and ready to go the team marched out of the arming room and into the motor pool. VTOLs descended on cranes from their racks high in the rafters, ramps slamming into the concrete to allow Overlords to march onboard. Leo stepped back into the right wall of the troop bay, allowing the locking clamps to secure him to the inside of the craft. The VTOLs were old PMC surplus, their armor too stressed (or missing) to be trusted in proper combat, but perfectly fine for dropping Overlords onto the heads of unsuspecting alien rioters.

The VTOLs roared to life, rising out of the roof bay doors and picking up speed towards the west side of the enormous city stretched out before them. There were no windows, naturally, but Leo's augreal system could tap into the craft's external cameras, making the solid walls appear transparent.

>>32834155
They were closing in on a long strip-like commercial district that jutted off from the Human Quarter in the center of the city, terminating in the slums where the Xeno population lived. The district had three central thoroughfares all running parallel to eachother, lined with storefronts. Leo was pretty sure he could make out a fairly large crowd across all three rows, with isolated columns of smoke rising from within it.

"Seal up your jars, air quality's not going to get any better down there!" The section super in Leo's VTOL ordered, rapping the side of his own helmet to engage the mask and visor.

Leo nodded and complied, his faceplate pivoting up and sliding back to lock in place over his mouth and nose before the visor descended over his eyes and everything went black. But only for a brief second. The visor's exterior cameras patched into his retinal implants directly, allowing him to see through the suit's glass eyes as though they were his own. With the helmet closed he was barely recognizable as Human, you could easily be forgiven for mistaking him for an android or Xeno under all that armor.

"What's the sitrep down there?" Someone else asked.

"Another one of those stupid Xeno marches down the West Corridor Shopping District, expressing statements not condoned by Conglomerate policy, causing property damage and discouraging shoppers. Objective is to clear them out as quickly and cleanly as possible so that business can resume. RoE is attempt less-lethal confrontation first, secure permission from supervisor before deploying lethal force. Company that owns the district doesn't want to clean up bodies if they doesn't have to. We'll go in with tear gas and pacifiers, if that's not enough to discourage them, we'll escalate from there. Company's not paying for detention, so if we zip anyone it's catch and release. Try not to cripple anyone employed by one of our partners. Understood?" The super explained as the vehicles began to descend.

>>32834159
Their VTOLs had come within about 100 meters of the slowly approaching crowd, hovering a couple meters above the asphalt and opening their bay doors. The clamps disengaged from Leo's suit and he followed his colleagues out the door, landing on the ground with an earthshaking thump and straightening up to bring his shield to bear.

They formed into ranks and began to advance behind their shields, assault guns still retracted at their hips. The roar of the crowd had risen to a fever pitch with their arrival, and it was seething with nervous energy. Already the rear ranks were beginning to dissolve as less-serious participants hightailed it away from the possibility of catching a 30kg shield in the jaw. This was routine for Leo, even though the crowd today was rather larger than usual he was confident it would end the same. Once the P-Secs busted enough heads and made it clear they weren't going to stop advancing, the mob would collapse and break apart.

The reason for the gatherings didn't really concern Leo. As far as he was concerned, rioting Xenos were just a fact of life. Every now and then there would be some incident and they would march on the Human parts of town, causing chaos until someone hired P-Secs to deal with them. He didn't even read the signs anymore. As he understood it, they basically all boiled down to ungrateful Xenos being envious of Humanity's success, and wanting some kind of strange corporation that handed out money instead of making it. He though he'd heard it called a "government" once.

The wall of aliens in front of him was getting much closer now, screaming obscenities and throwing things at them. A beer bottle flew over his shield and shattered harmlessly on Leo's helmet. There was an insistent beep in his ear, and a message flashed across his HUD.

DEPLOY LESS-LETHAL CHEMICAL RESPONSE

>>32834167
Leo clicked his tongue twice, deploying his munitions pods. They swung up above his shoulders, slaving their movement to his helmet as additional reticles appeared on his HUD. Everyone in his rank fired off a volley, sending gas canisters hurtling into the crowd to explode in huge puffs of green-colored smoke and cause Xenos to scatter, retching and coughing uncontrollably. They got one more volley off before colliding with the front lines of the crowd, most of whom had come prepared with gas masks and goggles.

Bodies slammed into Leo's shield as he drove forward, and were flung back into the crowd as he swung the shield outwards and thrust out his free hand. The Active Denial System in his gauntlet, commonly referred to as a "pacifier", "heat ray", or "pain gun" induced a burning sensation in any exposed or thinly clothed flesh which intensified the longer the beam was held on target. Many of the crowd had come prepared, bundling up in thick clothes or wraping themselves in reflective space blankets to mitigate the effects, but those who hadn't quickly broke ranks and fled, or collapsed on the ground, writhing and screaming. One fell before Leo's glove, and he withdrew his hand, moving back behind the shield and reaching down to seize the alien's arms and legs, binding them with zip-ties from the dispenser on his shield arm.

The P-Sec line had left a number of such bundles of struggling, swearing alien in their wake, to be collected and released outside of the property lines they had been paid to protect. Teams were already rounding them up, as well as gathering signs into piles to be doused with flamethrowers. However, for Leo's team the easy part was over now; the protesters who would flee before pacifiers and gas had already gone, leaving only the hardened brawlers behind.

>>32834169
They surged back into Leo's line, throwing their weight against the shields and trying to halt the advance by sheer weight of numbers. Balloons filled with paint soared over the shield wall and landed among the Overlords, lobbed by Xenos hoping to land one on a man's optics and blind him. As he caught one such missile with his shield and stomped at a foot being thrust under it, Leo's HUD sprung to life again.

ESCALATING TO LEVEL 2
DEPLOY ELECTROSHOCK RESPONSE

Leo and the men around him reached back and unclipped the riot prods from their belts, flicking the weapons to extend them to their full length, twin points crackling with electricity. They thrust into the crowd around the edges of their shields, catching aliens in the stomach, the shoulder, the neck. The smell of ozone mixed with the stench of gas, vomit and blood in the static-filled air as the high-pitched crackle of prods was punctuated by screams and the thuds of bodies colliding with shields and/or concrete. Aliens grabbed at their prods, forcing Leo to swing his viciously, smashing them across heads and limbs with the blunt shaft as well as the electric tip.

They used their shields as weapons too, bashing their opponents with the edges, slamming them with the face and shoving whole thongs of them around like bowling pins. Even armed with guns, an Overlord was a terrifying foe for any non-Human. Unarmed, they didn't stand a chance. All they could do was futilely attempt to stand their ground against the same offensive line that had led Humanity's inevitable ascent to the top of the galactic heap. One, a small and nimble Sha'dee boy wearing a skull mask and beanie, had managed to scale Leo's shield and peek over the top, only to fall back into the crowd following a swift jab to the craw from the Human's electrified spear.

>>32834175
Aliens fell left and right only to be trampled by their own comrades or, far worse, the steel boots of the Overlords, as Leo's line shifted into a wedge and began to drive hard down the center of the crowd. So far, everything had been business as usual, but that was about to change. Leo was in the process of jabbing a Kodo who was preparing to throw a brick at the man next to him when it happened.

Explosions rocked the line, blasting Overlords apart and sending chunks of armor, Human and Xeno flying everywhere. Quickly, a round of molotov cocktails followed, shattering on shields and armor and setting them ablaze. Thinking quickly, Leo deployed his fire suppression system and hosed off a blazing colleague with chemical foam, but he could do little to help those who had been caught by bombs. Rules of Engagement be damned, Leo thought as he engaged his assault gun, they used explosives first.

Others around him had clearly had the same idea, and the line lit up with sporadic 20mm fire. Including the supers, according to Leo's HUD, which was now ordering him to deploy lethal force a full half minute after he had already begun firing. Even with the assisting arm and the strength of the suit, the recoil still rattled Leo's bones. Which might as well have been an angel's kiss compared to what it did to the crowd before him. Bodies were ripped and shredded by the fire, the crowd coming apart like wet tissue paper before the steady thunk-thunk-thunk of the assault guns. A 20mm round could go through a solid dozen bodies before coming to a stop, and in a dense crowd it was devastating.

>>32831309
I just started reading your story, and i have a question:
How is this supposed to be spelled? Or is it only like this because im using my phone?
>BикÑopиÑ
>Wat.jpeg
Btw awesome story, keep up the good work.

>>32834178
Leo was ankle-deep in bodies within seconds, feeling limbs, skulls and ribcages snap and crumple under his enormous blood-caked boots as he advanced. Some of them were, mercifully, already dead. Others, not so much. Leo wasn't thinking about any of that, he was absorbed entirely in firing, index finger white against the inside of his gauntlet as he held it clamped on the trigger and mowed down line after line of screaming, fleeing aliens. More explosions erupted as the alien line began to crumble, and the chaos intensified. Leo staggered and stared in horror as an entire storefront erupted, exploding outward and showering rioters and P-Secs alike in rubble.

He turned around to see what was happening on the other side of the street, only to catch sight of something hurtling down from the heavens. The largest explosion yet caught Leo, lifting him up and hurling him bodily through a wall. He didn't feel any pain, the suit had anticipated the shock and began pumping painkillers into his system, but even the full cocktail of combat drugs flowing into his arm wasn't enough to keep him from slipping inexorably into unconsciousness.

>>

And that's it for tonight. More to come if there's interest. Coming up next, our protagonist finds himself at the mercy of his worst fear: Alien Combat QTs.

>>32834211
Please continue, seems pretty interesting to me.

>>32833138
>Y'all really want this to happen, huh...
maybe

>>32834888
I dont think rose will ever be lewded

>>32834113
Depends on who does the exaggeration.

You could also make it a literal truth, but ONLY when worded a certain way.

Half truth sounds more plausible, especially if the wording of the fantastical, literal truth gets switched up.

>>32834181
Where the hell did you see that?

Screen shot it, and we can assist.

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>All of these new stories that I haven't kept up with
>Haven't been making an attempt to break my own writers block
>Wasting my time on vidya or YouTube in an attempt to forget about the stresses of daily life instead of writing

Why am I being such a piece of garbage wfg?

>>32834982
ha! i know this feel

>>32834991
It's not good JT... It's weird, going from nights where I used to stay up so late writing that I would start missing keystrokes out of exhaustion, to this state I'm in now.

>>32834941
My phone won't upload the screenshot for some reason so it's on line number 188 on the pastebin.

>>32835436
Huh...also, line 70.

It looks like it was supposed to be stylized text in a font that won't translate to plaintext format in the bin, and therefore won't translate back out.

Best we can assume is that it was an homage to his dead girlfriend.

I'm actually sad I didn't realize that sooner, and now I have to clock in.

RPK, could you find out what it was supposed to be?

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>>32834982
>>32834991
I'm literally reigning champion, fight me.

>>32836179
Huh. I was starting to consider if you were made up or not

>>32835653
lewd

>>32834982
>>32834991
>>32836179
That moment when the three of the best writers on here don't write...

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>>32836604
Boy do I have a surprise for you then.

>>32836614
Until you post something my point stands.

>>32836640
And now we wait.

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>>32836604

I'm probably not in the top 5, but since Poly featured me I'm going to do my best to get an update out today.

>>32836655
At least you were featured so their is that.

>>32836604
I'm going to work on not being a piece of garbage tonight. There is still more story to be told for Damaged Goods...

>>32836770
You ain't a piece of garbage just stuck.
Also it is odd for me reading your story because I have two 1903 Springfields and one of them also did not work when I first bought it
so now I am expecting it to come to life and stab me thanks to your story, good job

I am surprised no one here has written a /K/ommando cook book for this thread.

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>>32834982
At least you still have intent to do something. Still feeling too much like shit to get anything through.

>>32836179
Good to see you're not dead.

>>32836604
BOI holla me up with the weak ass "don't write" bullshiet when ya get to bout two fiddy pages

>>32836974

MREs have cooking instructions on the bag.

>>32836604
Boy, don't you follow this route.

>>32836179
I mean, if we're doing dubious contests I haven't done shit for about three months.

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>>32831309
I will continue to read your story with caution...
Don't you pullan eggplant and NTR Viktoria. I like where it stands now. I'm pleased she can see once more.

>>32837220
RPK writefag isn't Japanese (or at least I am lead to believe), so you don't have to worry about it.

>>32836974
cooking with /wfg/ book when

>>32837557
>How to properly butcher, season, and cook a skinwalker
>"Is It Tasty?" section
>Edible Cosmoline

>>32837085
I write about three to five pages each time I do so it won't be that long.
>>32837149
But do MREs count? Technically they are meals ready to eat you just have to reheat them so...
>>32837557
>>32837594
Cooking with vodka.
Step 1: Open bottle
Step 2: Drink self into stupor.
>>32837166
Didn't plan on it, Ayys and ww1 has been in my head for a long time same with the Pathfinder Scout.

>>32837594
how to cook bacon with a pistol

>>32838097
How to prepare a romantic evening meal for you and your rifle: Volume one.

Gonna start working on chapter 2 for And We Remembered Zion tomorrow, should be done by Friday or so.

RPK, something's been bugging me about your Victoria bin. Line 311, you change from first person to second, and then the next line you're back in first.

Been skimming through here and you guys seem alright and whatnot.
How welcome alternate-history fiction in here? Specifically centering on an alternate interwar/WWII period?

>>32838885
Slight addendum to that, alternate WWI, interwar, and WWII, the whole shebang.

>>32838885
As long as it is /k/ related, write away

>>32838885
Yes

>>32836826
What the hell are you doing to them that would warrant getting stabbed??

>>32838942
>>32839222
Fantastic. Some time in the next few hours I'll be back to post the concept for the timeline here, get people's basic thoughts on that, though the bigger thing I wanted to probe people for was ideas for characters, I intend for the idea to jump around between various POVs to show different sides of the conflicts going on and different political climates and such.

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Now for something completely different

Lecture log,
2915, Galactic Alliance Officer Academy

-----beginning log-----

"Physiological Warfare, can anyone tell me what that is?" The professor asks
one student raises one of his appendages
"It's when you use methods to reduce enemy moral, sir"
"That is correct X'yerthi, Does anyone know who are the masters at psychological warfare?"
A few students raise their hands and the professor calls on one of them
"Uh...the Kranx, sir?"
"Their war paint and chants are good uses of psychological warfare, but you are wrong. It is actually the Terrans who have mastered this art" the professor continues
Murmuring fills the lecture hall, with students talking among themselves
"Sir, If I may interrupt, how can such a young race already be masters at that?" One student asks
"Ah, good question. i was just getting there but first we need some back story to the footage I was about to show" the professor says
"Back when humanity was first discovered, the alliance became interested in their military capabilities and culture..."
"One way they learned about human history is by visiting many of what Terrans call "Antique shops", where they sell old artifacts from the past. During one such visit they found two old games that young Terrans used to play, you all remember when this was found yes?" the professor asks.
Almost every student bobs their heads
"Back then we thought these were documentaries, actual things that humans were cappible of..." the professor goes on
"The Alliance went into panic mode, for they thought they just accepted a race of psychopaths into the Alliance..."
"And the humans saw this and used it to their advantage..."
"For you see, when the Alliance also went to the Terrans to study their military history and military capabilities, they found a large use of 'Terror weapons' and operations just to strike fear into the enemies heart..."

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>>32840439
"Sniper teams, the use of deep operation units that's sole job is to make the enemy jumpy by placing bombs where they least expect it, and much more..."
"To show how they used this fear caused by the craze, We have some helmet footage from a detachment of Terran Marines during a space battle against the Qurthyans, the men in the footage are preparing to board a Qurthyan Cruiser...now pay attention"

The professor starts the recording, showing a platoon sized unit of Marines stacked up in an airlock, in full battle gear with close quarter weapons in hand
"ALRIGHT FUCK STICKS! THAT XENO SHIPS HAS HAD IT'S WEAPON SYSTEMS KNOCKED OUT AND IT'S WARP DRIVE AS WELL! WE'RE GOING TO CLEAR IT OUT OF ANY OF THOSE PIG LOOKING FUCKERS IS THAT CLEAR?" The marine near the front of the column shouts
"AYE SIR!"
"DO YOU LIKE HURTING XENOS?" the officer yells again
"HELL YES SIR!" the marine shout back
suddenly the airlock shutters for a few seconds with a great groaning sound then it stops
"WE HAVE LOCK! CUTTERS DO YOUR WORK! MASKS ON EVERYONE!" the officer yells as he takes what looks like a tiger mask and sticks it to the front of his helmet
The rest of the marines follow suit, as well as the marine the camera footage came from
"START THE MUSIC! LET'S MAKE THESE XENOS SHIT THEMSELVES!" the officer yells into his mic
soon extremely loud music penitrates the recording, obviously being blared over the PA at maximum volume
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4ZxcqGyhQg]
Many of the marines in the coloumn visibly get antsy or more pumped up, with phrases like "kill all the fuckers onboard" can be heard

>>32840453
around 1:05 into the song the door is cut through, blowing into the alien ship and the marines barrel through the door firing their shotguns and rifles as they go
Many students have to excuse themselves during the footage that followed
Others stared on as the marines violently and brutally sweep the ship, using methods that no one in the alliance would ever dare using
One marine in the footage is seen hacking away at a Qurthyan with a fireaxe before flinging it at another who rounded the corner then charging him
The professor paused the recording, catching the moment the marine with the camera began gourging out the eyes of Qurthyan Marine after a short hand to hand struggle
"You see, the humans took the fear that was instilled by the craze the finding of those two games caused and began using it in their military operations..."
"The unit in question that this footage came from that you all must have recognized by now, is the famed and feared 72nd Terran Marines, also known as..."
"The Hotline crazies"

-----end lecture-----

>>32840439
psychological warfare*

shit

>>32840462
That idea sounds really fucking cool on a theoretical level, but using Hotline Miami as the material for the plot is a bit of a stretch. You do address it in the story itself, but it just didn't sit right with me. And I like Hotline Miami a fuckload, beat Wrong Number on Nightmare. It's a great game.

>>32840569
It was that or DOOM, and i decided to take a risk and got with HM

>>32840462
>lolnukes in spessssss!
Pretty fun read, RFL.

Anymore HFY?

>>32840751
i'd say the Jagdtiger story id HFY light (very light)

>>32839535
My boss got stabbed for saying that inuyasha wasn't a cat.

>>32840793
Wait a minute...

>>32837149

They do now?
I remember the ones with heaters having some nonsense on the heater bags.. And that the heaters made nice mini IED's.

The MCI's I had in Basic (long ago) were kind of "You know it's in a can, and will taste better when warm".
(Also "better" was relative. None of them were good.)

Alright, follow-up to >>32840205

Setting premise is this: Italians don't stay neutral at beginning of WWI and side with the Triple Alliance/Central Powers. Long story short, Germany ends up winning, w/ the setting then exploring the world that'd exist there going forward.

Things that'd happen in the new inter-war period
>French radicalization, possibly second revolution or a civil war (ultimately leads to them going either fascist or communist, I haven't decided yet)
>French gradually build up and form their own bloc, the Latin League (initiially France, Italy, Spain. If France goes commie, Mussolini's rise will still happen and will lead to a Franco-Italian war)
>fragmention of the Austro-Hungarian Empire and Germany's post-war anschluss of Austria
>Ottoman Empire civil war and aftermath: Ismail Enver Pasha vs. Mustafa Kemal Atatürk
>Great Depression at some point (maybe, I'm not an economist, need to figure out when/where it might/could happen)
>Japanese expansionism in Asia
>possible spreading of Latin League ideology into America to cause domestic disturbence in the States
>possible spreading of Latin League ideology into Latin America (both fascism and communism work IMO)

All this eventually leads to alternate WWII, where Russians attack German bloc to reclaim land, Latin League attacks Germany while overextended, Japanese will start 2nd Russo-Japanese War, and America/England can't make up their mind of who to support (though America likely gets a little bogged down in South America).

So, for starters, while this is a bare bones timeline, anything off the bat sounding bad? Anything interesting?

After that, what perspectives would be interesting to see explored in this setting?

Current POVs (if condensed down to their nationality and military role) I'm planning to explore include the following:
>French destroyer captain
>German fighter pilot
>American or English marines and/or paratroopers
>Polish or Czech infantry officer
>Russian tank crewman

>>32842600
If France went Fascist, it would fit right in with Franco's Spain and Mussolini's Italy. France has always had a strong nationalist presence as well, so it's not out of the realm of likelyhood.

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>>32842697
Certainly. My current plan was that I have France go Fascist, they'd team up with Mussolini in perhaps a bit aggressively supporting the Falange movement in the Spain, to the point that when the civil war occurs, there might not even be a Franco-led Spain coming out of the war, and we'll just have José Antonio Primo de Rivera in charge.
Additionally, they might then turn their eyes to Portugal, which I've flirted with as a reason for the US or UK to get involved (UK out of old entente ties, US out of War Plan Gray/Operation Alacrity reasons).

>>32841349
Yep.

>>32838885

As someone writing a VN that takes place in an AU interwar period, I sure hope it was allowed here. My next story will be an AU Chechnya like conflict

I'd say go for it!

>>32842886
Would the US be allied with Germany by WWII in this timeline? What about the Bongs?

>>32843133
>AU Chechnya like conflict
Oh hell yes.

>>32843164
That's one element of the story I'm uncertain of. Bongs are going to have an anti-German bias, but are going to be anti-communism and/or anti-fascism. Additionally, they're going to have an issue with the Russians where I'm having the Romanovs tried to reconcile w/ the Hohenzollerns in the mid 30s only to be couped by nationalist generals, leaving the UK not in a position to want to support them, especially if Romanovs flee to London (even moreso worsened if Anglo-Japanese Alliance is still around as 2nd Russo-Japanese War kicks off).

If I have Edward VIII around, perhaps they're more inclined towards helping Germany but are lacking a cause or push to really get the public into things. Perhaps something dramatic happening prompts them to enter, that or it takes something like Wilhelm II dying before they can get over their grudge and come in to help them fend off France/Spain/Italy.

As for America, they'd be anti Latin League for sure if I have the Latin League start destabilizing Latin and South American governments as well as potentially causing radicalism to spread in America. That said, idk if I'd have them be "allied" with the Germans, at the very least would have a common goal in mind.

One thing that I at least envision is that by the end of the war, the capitalist and imperialist powers have won/still exist, and that post war things settle back into the same kind of brinkmanship and realpolitik that existed beforehand, no attempt at a UN or if there is, it's like the League of Nations and not going to last.

>>32843344
The British also have a long history of shooting Frenchmen.

So did the Russian Revolution never happen then?

Obviously America is going to resist any attempt to muck around in Latin America, since we pretty much considered it our backyard.

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>>32834982
when I get writers block I start forcing myself to write and then it just kinda starts flowing. even better when people aren't in the same room and there's no risk someone will look over to me and judge me. Speaking of, I'm gonna try that NOW.

>>32843455
Absolutely they do. Plenty of room for interesting propaganda angles on both sides.

As for the Revolution, yeah, didn't happen. With how I project the war going, I envision the Germans not seeing a need to send Lenin to Russia and they just beat them militarily by say 1917. Even without Lenin, russians still have plenty of instability from the strain of war, Rasputin, and the already existing far left, however I'd envision the Tsar's government winning out against them (perhaps maybe having to make more concessions to make them less autocratic and more constitutional monarchy-ish).

And yeah we would, the issue though is how they go around mucking in Latin America, how long it takes, and whats going on in America meanwhile that might possibly slow/stall a response.

Fiddling with a timeline for the Strangereal Cold War story centered a Communist not!USA and an Imperial Japan located in somewhere analogous to Australia

>1890s-1900s
Progressive-era reforms don't happen in the not!USA

>1903
Bizarro Russo/Sino-Japstralian War. This establishes Japstralia as a meaningful naval power.

>1912-1919

Not!WW1 happens. Around 1914, Not!USA intervenes, but this is not decisive. American casualties pile up for no appreciable gain but for those profiteering. Not!USA has a communist revolution when it is leaked that a Not!German peace offer was tossed in the trash.

>1919

Naval Treaty:

BBs limited to 37.5k tons, 15" guns. Cruisers as Washington Treaty but max allowed tonnage of 12k instead of 10k.

Japstralia unhappy with 300k tons, since it has to contend with the Not!Russian Far East Fleet and the Not!USA Pacific Fleet, but the war guts the Not!USN

>1925
American Civil War ends with the USSA (fuggin gommies) in charge.

>1933

New Naval Treaty, of which the USSA is a signatory and gets 520k tons to play with. Battleships are allowed to grow to 40k tonnes with 16" guns. Signatories are also allowed roughly 1/3 of their tonnage in capital ships in aircraft carriers.

>1930s

The USSA places their most modern ships in the Pacific Fleet and (unknown) cheated slightly on their Fast BBs, which are 42k tons. They also place most of their carriers there. Upset by the imbalance, Japstralia lies about the tonnage of their CVs, (33k quoted, 35k actual) and builds an egregiously lying BB (50k tonnes, 12x15")

>1938

USSA spies find a copy of Not!Britain's war plans to invade USSA from Canada. Decide that they can take them and pre-emptively invade Not!Canada.

At this point, I'm trying to figure out what important events occur in the Great War of 1938 which influence the doctrine and technology of this Strangereal Cold War

>>32822197
Chapter Eight: Out of Series?
>I had always been the (mildly) autistic man I am. Though I had, since the age of twenty, managed to shake some of it off, the tendency of pushing those around me, particularly those I wanted some intimate relationship with, away as they tried to get close to me. I never knew why I did it, but I noticed it heavily. And to a heavy extent, it took a toll. One thing I HADN'T managed to shake off however, was a set of memories. They hadn't been things I'd experienced in my time since I was born, and they seemed to go beyond my time, to ages I hadn't reached, like when I could remember being twenty two years old and looking as though I was fifty in nineteen ninety five, though I was fourteen in two thousand nine when I first saw it.
>These memories never appeared in my dreams, they were purely a waking affair, and they ranged to a beginning in nineteen seventy four, in some factory testing range, and then to being carried by a man. Peter Stafford was his name. He carried me through to nineteen seventy-six when I eventually got circulated to the Rhodesian Women's Service and issued to a woman named Jennifer. I'd never known until I was nineteen whether these were memories, pure bombastic hallucination, or dreams made up in some fever that had occurred in my mid teenage years. Then I knew they had substance to them. Hanging out in clubs full of men an women just like me, who'd had rack numbers painted on their asses and maybe a serial number in their left hip. I was a case of not having those serial numbers. My skin was always leathery, though, the night I realized I had some substantial connection to those memories, it was because of years of walking in the sun... back then it was a layer of paint that helped me blend to an arid and half dry environment. I guess I was surprised. A weapon there when I needed it, though it wasn't until AFTER the incident that I realized that I hadn't seen that FAL ever before.

>>32844515
February twenty sixteen.
>I walked into the bathroom, threw a fresh set of shorts and a towel into positions where I'd get to them after my shower. Today was special I was going out with a few friends, which had been a rare treat in my college days, when I had devoted much of my time to machining, and the classes that taught it.
>I was rinsing myself off when I heard a bang, and a scream from downstairs.
"FUUUCK."
>I stepped out of the shower, not turning it off, to mask the noise of my movement, I dried my feet on a rug in the bathroom and hands on a towel, then grabbed the FAL that rested against the sink.
"I don't have an FAL... Do I?"
>I racked a round into the chamber and stepped out, and around the cabinet that formed a corner between me and the downstairs front room of my house.
>Rounding the corner I saw two women I knew, Sarah Keel, and Jordan Flemming. Then I saw the thing that brought my already boiling blood to a vaporstream. Blacks holding them at gunpoint.
>slotfloppies.jpg
>I immediately put one each into the heads of two of them and then saw two run across my view to the main room, but vanishing behindcover before I could shoot them.
>As I made my way toward the back of the house and cleared corners I realized they had gone down a hall and into either the den or the garage. I didn't know which, because my ears were ringing, surprisingly enough not bleeding.
>I rounded the hallway and saw a black hand with a problem solver in it thrust out, I fired, striking the hand and blasting it open, then I saw a head and shoulders appear, which I fired at, striking the link between them, before I advanced down the hall and bayoneted him, much to the terror of the whimpering voice I could vaguely hear echoing in the world of EEEEEEE That I had entered.
>I beat him a little then forced him onto the lawn at gunpoint where I called the police before realizing my nudity, as my father took over watching him.
>I guess they assumed I got the FAL secretly.

>>32844758
>The FAL disappeared and I didn't see it again for a couple months when I realized I could will it into existence and out... It never held any real meaning to me in my absence of understanding. At least, not until reports started surfacing of people who WERE guns, some of whom could manifest both the form of a human and that of a gun at once.
"So... Those memories... I'm. Fuck. I'M a gun... somehow."
>After a month or two of research I came to the conclusion that these... waffengeists as people called them generally could own themselves. In these feverish memories I'd eventually just wondered off, out of Zimbabwe-Rhodesia in 1979, not that it resulted in much good, seeing as I was just looking into a mirror one day and the next thing I remember is my third birthday in the mid nineties.
>Then one day I came across the passage I sought in the skripture of the murderkube.
>"The only weapon that may own itself is man, and the weapon that is not man, but owns itself shall transcend its nature to the estate of man." It said in blood soaked letters. The only question that remained to me was how much I should ever exploit the ability to will an FAL into existence, if ever.
>I decided never unless I had no other option.

March 21 2019.
>I was in the shower that morning when I heard Ekatarina wake with a start, luckily just as I had rinsed off. I turned the shower off and stepped out, covered by a towel, to greet a confused looking Ekatarina, who... held an FAL. I had forgotten I willed it to me to inspect its condition.
>"Mikhail, what is this?" She asked, a great deal of consternation in her eyes.
"Oh. That's me. Though I haven't thought of it as myself, and more as a possession for the past... three years since I summoned it." I said as I placed a hand on it, smiled, and willed it to disappear.
>Her face was that of a hopelessly lost child as she thought of what to ask.
>"You're a geist too?"
"I can only be me alone, or me and the rifle. not the rifle."

>>32844975
>"How? How can you do this?"
"I don't know. I guess I owned myself for about fifteen or sixteen years, sneaking around the united states, and then... next thing I knew I was a three year old with parents and no memory of what came before until I was fourteen. I realized I could summon the rifle when I was nineteen. Never could be only the rifle, but the way I'm used to BEING... I'm not an R-1 anymore. I'm a person who can summon an R-1 at will. Though I don't typically do it, since I'm used to just operating as a regular human."
>"So... You were on the other side in the Rhodesian bush war then?"
"The other side being the Rhodies?"
>"Yes."
"Yeah but... don't tell anyone. It'd be a shitty time getting researched and prodded for the purpose of gaining understanding of a new kind of geist. There's a reason male geists are rarely reported, even more that if there are any others like me, there don't seem to be reports of them."
>"I'll keep your secret, Michael. To me, you're a human." she said, her voice signalling all the understanding and tenderness in the world
"Thanks. It means a lot to me."
>"Oh, my big scary Michael is really a softy under all that leather he calls skin." she said teasingly
"Yup, tell you what, go take a shower, get dressed, and we can go get breakfast and hit the rifle range before we start our for Kentucky."
>"Sounds like a plan. I'll be out in a minute, darling."


So I decided to go the literal route. anyway, criticism welcome. I'm really in debate on whether this should be canonized, and as such will receive its own file until you guys tell me I should erase it or run with it.

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>>32823956
>>32824018
>>32826234

Thanks. Well, I'll try to get more out. Got a general outline of how everything will go. Problem is getting the time to put it all down. But more well get out.

>>32845125
This was an unexpected turn of events.

>>32845125
I never knew I wanted this.

>I went the literal route
Nigger, you were so goddamn vague with your question of "literal or figurative" that we had no idea what you were going to include.

Nice choice, though.

>>32845125
I'm not personally comfortable with a gun being just like a human, unless you want to go through the idea of addressing if an android can be a human (except the android is an actual gun).

Motivation has died...words won't come...

>>32847710
Just stroke the words the way they like. They'll come.

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have some lood

>>32848689
you don't even know the start of it
http://imgur.com/a/UT1N1

>>32848689
infact where is 10/22, they like this kinda lood shit.

>>32848716
i have just been taken on a wild ride and adventure the likes i never want to experience again for fear of disappointment. Thank you for making this GAU/8 happy again.

>>32846415
>>32846362
>I'm not comfortable with a gun being just like a human
Geists are by vast majority a race of maids. if you're here, that's a lie.
>You were so god damn vague
If I told you, I felt it would be a spoiler.
also, glad you guys like it.

>Tfw you need them they'll be there, because there ARE Rhodies everywhere.

Okay, on a completely unrelated note:

I think i've just found the most hilarious wikipedia article

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anti-frogman_techniques

>Underwater knife fights are dangerous

>Rheinmetall makes anti frogman depth charges

>"Judo throws and similar are unlikely to work underwater"

>Sound can be lethal underwater "A test of a 230 decibel 3000 to 7000 Hz transmitter killed seven whales"

I find this amusing to no end for some reason

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>>32849044
>Underwater knife fights

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xW0ozeyQziA

>Another short continue, just to show that I meant it when I said I'm out of hiatus, sorry it's not longer, I will do longer ones eventually

>>32786580

"Yeah, sounds great. Show us the ropes."

"Awesome." Alex grabbed a couple of duffel bags from the back of his truck and handed one to Sam.

"Man, this shit's heavy, nigga, how come I gots to carry it?" she complained.

"I'm sorry, who insists on being carried through house despite havin' two perfectly good legs?"

Sam grumbled quietly and shouldered her bag.

Alex chuckled and waved Dave and Chris over. "Come on, follow us."

With the sun right over their heads the group set off into the orchards, walking amongst the seemingly endless lines of pecan trees. Chris set Cyka down and let him run about and sniff at everything, straining his leash as far as it would go. She would occasionally reign him in to prevent the beagle from choking itself out, and to prevent him from cutting off the circulation to her hand.

After a somewhat long walk to the edge of the property, they came into a clearing between where the straight lines of the orchards met the chaotic mess of the swampy forest beyond.

"Right around here looks good," said Alex, gesturing to clearing itself. "We can set up inna thicket over there, set up bait down here, and just wait it out."

"That's what hunting wild boars consists of? Setting up bait and waiting?" asked Chris, somewhat disappointed.

"Well, there's the shootin' bit too, and you might have to deal with one or two of 'em chargin' ya, but yep. But don't worry, I've got refreshments." He zipped open the duffel bag he was carrying and tilted the opening towards them so they could see the beers and gel ice packs inside.

"Alcohol and guns, what could possibly go wrong?"

"Come on, we're adults here, I'm sure you'll know when you've had enough."

Chris just sort of shook her head and shrugged. "Sure, whatever, I guess."

>>32850398

A short distance away, Sam hefted her bag and dropped it on the ground. Alex snapped his head around. "Hey, careful with that!"

"Nigga, shit's heavy!"

"Yeah, but you don't need yer leg blown off!"

Dave leaned in. "What's wrong? What's in that bag?"

"Few pounds'a tannerite," came Alex's reply.

"It's legal to hunt with that stuff?"

"In good ol' Georgia, at least it is. Dump bait around a bucket, then when all them hogs get close, BOOM! Blow 'em to smithereens!" He laughed.

"At least that makes sitting around and waiting more interesting, I guess," said Chris, heading off in the direction of the thicket indicated earlier, Cyka in tow.

The other three set up a few piles of bait around the clearing and a couple of buckets of tannerite, then headed up to join Chris in the thicket. "Alright, all set up, now we wait."

>TO BE CONT'D

>more potential lewding
>hope I don't botch it

>>32846362
>>32845884
well, anyway, with your feedback, I'll add it to the bin.

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requesting writefags

>>32851728

good way to make a name for yourselves and build cred

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>>32850441
>Tfw no hogs/cryptids to hunt/blowup

>>32850441
>Blowing up hog monsters with tannerite
YES!

nice to see guard finally get off his ass and stop mooing at construct to write in last thread. bins are up to date.

2 guesses to who i am and you get a prize, ya faggots.

>>32849044
>seven whales
fucking kek

Guess who's back.
Back again.

>>32853097
DOOM guy?

>>32853365
jesus christ do i wish i was doomguy. i still want to beat him for promising a return but never showing.

>>32853365
Actually, I have a bit of a confession to make.
I'm the DOOM guy. I had a different pen name when I wrote it and completely forgot about it for a while.

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>>32853392
I know right.

>>32853397
You what?

>>32853392
...
Please no hurt

>>32853397
I AM WAITING FOR MORE IN THAT CASE

>>32853397
nigga you gon bleed.

>>32853412
Yeah, I wrote the DOOM story under a dif name. I got a little carried away with STALKER and forgot about it.

>>32853435
WELL SHIT LOOKS LIKE ITS TIME TO DUST OFF THE DOOM BIN DOESN'T IT?

>>32853430
>>32853429
I'll work on it, I promise I should have something by tomorrow.

>>32853449
I'd actually like the link, I don't remember where I left off.

>>32853480
http://pastebin.com/1EcjNv0e

>oct 8th 2016

I didn't know you guys liked my stories so much. I figured you guys liked JTfag and the others more. Their stuff is much better than mine.

>>32853513
Yours was the first one i binned dammit, because i liked it so much. write more.

>>32853513
>so sayeth almost every single author worth reading
Get to it, faggot.

I was also thinking about rebooting my Stalker story, since I've been playing Call of Chernobyl with Arsenal Overhaul on Master. Interesting shit happens in CoC, and the writing oppertunity was too good to pass up.

I was also thinking about incorporating quicksaving into the story ala Edge of Tomorrow or All You Need Is Kill where time reverts every time you die.

Fuck, there was a point where I bound quicksave to the middle mouse button.

>>32853574
>>32853575

Well, if you guys like it, then I'm gonna be writing for a little while.

>>32845125
>As Katyusha returned from the shower and searched for what she considered to be an appropriate set of attire for a day at the range, she pulled out a set of tan fatigues, complete with a tank top and a fairly plain over shirt, and a simple green dress, holding the dress over her body and transposing it with the fatigues. "Which one, dear?" She asked
"The fatigues." I said, warmly.
>"Don't like dresses?" She asked as she began folding the dress
"On the contrary, it just doesn't seem like a great choice in the middle of the desert."
>"Well, I can see why you'd think that- What is THIS?" She said as she leaned over to set the dress into the suitcase
"What is it, honey?"
>"Put this on" She said, pulling out another green garment This one was roughly the same color, it was like darkened olive green and had long sleeves with a turtleneck.
"Do I really have to put on the green sweater?"
>"I think it would look nice on you. Is there something wrong with it?"
"There's nothing wrong with it... it's just that I don't wear it."
>"Put it on." she said, throwing the sweater at me.
"The things I do for love." I said, anticipating the rolling of her eyes and a giggle, instead greeting a look of concern.
>"Michael, why don't you wear it?"
"Turtlenecks aren't really manly, granted there's nothing against looking nice, but I don't really wear this sweater except in private, when I need something warm and all the other hoodies are sweaty. So there's really not many people alive who've seen me wear it."
>"Would you wear it for me?" She asked with a hint of... that couldn't be anxiety could it?
"Sure, I'll do it for you. Now come here." I answered.
>She came to me and sat in front of me on the bed, looking into my eyes
"You don't have to be nervous around me."
>"I'm not. I look into those blue eyes and... that's odd. They were green a few minutes ago."
"They grayed out when I was twenty."
>"I see all your tenderness and wonder how someone who acts like you can be so kind."

>>32853513
Meh, I just channel my autism into text

>>32853600
"Years of unpleasantness. I don't like to let it back into my private life, but when I'm doing the business, it's just another task of the job. Let's go."
>Katyusha and I got into a car and started down the road towards the waffle house, then down to the range.
>"Do you mind if I put on some music?"
"Go ahead."
>Katyusha began fiddling with my my ipod and scrolling through songs until she finally found something that caught her ear. This one brings back some memories. A good pick for the last peaceful day in Nevada.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xJ1Ka0FHwbs

Hopefully you guys are liking it.

Since my prologue is already in the bin and I'm getting word that I can't upload more of my VN, I'll just free type here. Hopefully I don't make too many mistakes.

>I set my bags down, the heavy canvas settling against the concrete floor. Craning my neck, I peered through the crowd, looking for the one person that would know me in this station. It was strange, being back amongst my own people - even more so by the fact that they were ordinary citizens, whose clothing were clean and pressed, with carefree expressions as they meandered about the subway. How long had it been since I set foot in my hometown? Six months? Eight? A year? No matter the time, coming back to all of it was hollow, and disconnected - as if I were viewing everything through a stage. No matter how much I wanted to join in the play, it always felt like I was a member of the audience.

>Sighing, I looked at my watch - the quartz face scratched and faded. 12:05 it read, with it's luminous dials glowing softly under the ill station's florescent lights. I rubbed the worn nylon band, the threads and seams filled with sand and grit. 10 more minutes I suppose - I could at least spare that. Not like I was planning to go anywhere in the mean time - the plane ride here had already taught me how to wait.

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>I tapped the toe of my boot against the ground - the leather outsole leaving a small dusting between the seams of the tile. Like everything I owned, my boots had their fair share of sand left - it was amongst the plethora of things I had managed to bring back with me, unwanted or not. At least the dirt and the grime would wash out, there were things in the corners of my mind that wouldn't leave even if I wanted them to.

>Though, my mind was a place to run off to during the rough times. Under the past sweltering sun, I would let myself drift to memories back home - where the grass was green and the air was clear. In the mental visage of home, there were no arid dunes, or the need to wear heavy kevlar despite the dry heat. In my head, I could spend time with my family, whose thoughts I only heard through the seldom post mail and jittery phone call. Dreams, were the place to go when the days got almost too tough.

>Once again, I glanced my watch, the dials now reading 12:30. I could wait for longer, seeing as she waited for me while I was away. It was her that kept me going during the tough times, knowing that when I returned, she would be there too. Through day long flights and formations I thought of her - so more wasn't bad.

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>There were other guys who spoke of sweethearts back home. Far and isolated from where we were, they were a well needed solace from the daily grind. In foxholes, we would trade stories - each of us returning to better times. First dates, close encounters, romantic fantasies, all stories and dreams were shared as we lived through each other. Hope, when captured in the hearts of men, was a powerful driver for all of us, no matter the color or creed we were.

>I was one of the lucky ones. For as I stood in this crowded subway, I had the chance to see my beloved once again. I was no longer where they were, in the hot sun with heavy, cumbersome chem-gear. Here, I no longer had to carry a rifle, though the nagging feeling in the back of my head still persisted as I stood unarmed. There were others who returned with me, though they took to the air, in flag draped coffins and carried by eight. They too, would return to their loved ones - though not all would be gazed upon one last time.

>The watch read 2:00. My comrades overseas would be waking up now, to start their day before the sun's wrath fully revealed itself. Perhaps they too, were thinking of memories of home as they crawled out of their bunks and donned their gear.

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>My eyes swung back and forth from the corners of the crowded station. Every patron went about their own business, as they darted between stairs and doors around us. Every single one had busied gazes, as they were occupied with their own world. In the bustling world, they were the center of their own universes. I couldn't help but wonder what their stories were, and whether or not they would ever care to hear mine.

>They always said to have someone to return home when you finally finished your tour. Most of us did, whether it was parents, siblings, or a beloved. It were the folks that arrived and were left behind in an empty terminal that I had always felt bad for - going from a place where camaraderie was commonplace to a world where everyone couldn't care less of what you just came from. It was unfair to expect them to though - as we made our own decisions and lived a different world.

>The station had started to clear, as the watch read 8:00. My heart stood strong, as a minor wait would be worth finally being able to see her again. I had left her for the sake of my country, with full intention that I would return. No matter the wait today - it was nothing compared to the time already spent apart.

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>Would I ever be able to talk to her about my experiences? Could I bring myself to share the bit of my heart that was no longer quite the same? Even so, I still wanted her to listen, and someone to be there - for I felt like I would drift away in this isolated, uncaring world without my anchor. I missed my friends, the ones who I could never talk to again even more so. In the desert, at least we had each other - for we all knew without saying what was on our minds.

>The janitors had now started to come around, their plastic buckets trailing behind them. The lights had started to shut off in sections of the station, with occupants scant to be seen. A lone security guard gave me a look, however his eyes told me that he understood why I waited. He turned to me and tipped his cover, before turning the other direction and walking away.

>The hands struck 12:00. It was at this time, that I finally took the heavy weight out of my pocket - a simple envelope, with the top neatly sliced open.

>>32854289
I hate to be a dick.

>it was her that kept me going
No. It was she. She kept you going; her kept nothing because this isn't the accusative case.

>>32854405
>they too, would return
I personally believe that they, too, would do shit. Comma use as you used it is lacking and puts the pause in an inappropriate location

You're also a douchecanoe for making me feel that feel of just coming back from a sandbox and looking for my woman....again.

She had already moved on by the time I got back, and was paying lip service to me while giving lips to service other men's members.

I hope your MC does not find out the way I did.

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this hits close man, dam this is some good writting