/wfg/ Writefag General-just walking my tank edition

First for Annie. Brace for big raifu. (And today, smallest as well)

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>The interviews went on for a few weeks
>And while most of it was very simple, straight forward
>Some interviews resulted in funnier things
>First and most obvious, was the PTRD
>Annie explained that despite the obvious similarities, they were not at all related
>Sure, both were very long and very heavy AT rifles chambered for the same cartridge
>But they were designed by Simonov and Degtyaryov, respectively

>”So you don’t get along or something?”
What? I can’t tell that for sure before i’ve met her, but i usually get along with people, right?
>”You did pleasure a man’s gun in front of him while he was tied to a chair…”
He had it coming
>”Yeah, fair enough”

>So with that you pick up the big rifle and carry it to the room
>It was a little lighter and shorter than the PTRS
>Not by much, mind, it was still a 6.5 ft rifle at just under 40 lbs
>Annie sat down in her chair to your right side
>She had gotten herself a pair of red U-shaped glasses, looking very much like something a female lawyer in her early 40s would wear
>She claimed it was a necessity, since she was your assistant now
>Not like you could complain about it

>Gun #704, PTRD, serial ends in...236

You can change now

>And so she does
>She was also tall, maybe not as much as Annie, but maybe… 6’1? 6’2?
>And just like Annie, her hair was long, easily down half of her back and with a deep brown color
>Her build… There was no doubt she was strong, but still not quite as much as Annie
>Like many before her, she looked around, looking for anything familiar at all
>Her eyes stop at Annie

“You…”
Anti tank rifle, Simonov, 1941 model. Name’s Annie

>Annie has a genuinely warm smile when she wants to
>It looks really honest
>Most times, it even is

“...”
It’s all okay. We want you no harm. Do you have a name?
“Krasny. But… you can call me Cassie”
Cassie. This here is Anon, you can trust him

>Cassie nods

Good. Now, i understand if you are a little confused by where you are-
“Yes”
Well, you’re here because you were taken from your home.
“No. I was outside. But why was i taken?”
Some people are not happy about our existence. You were taken to a place…

>Annie sighs
>She always had a hard time saying this

>”Taken to a place where they crush receiver and bolt and then bury the remains. But me and Annie here, along with some help of course, got you and over 2000 of your friends out”

>Cassie goes pale
>Her eyes empty

“They were going to…”
>”No more. You’re safe with us”

>Cassie swallows and blinks heavily a few times

>”But for now, i just wanna see if you want to go home again?”
“How long have i been out?”
>”Just under a month”
“I don’t think i have an apartment anymore”
>”You were living alone?”
“Yes”

>You didn't really know what to say at this point
>Social security didn't include rifles, after all
>But Cassie seemed stable enough to walk around as she were
>She wanted to help with the house, make some food maybe
>She may have given another reason to you
>But you had this feeling Cassie really didn't want to be useless
>She wanted to be useful
>And if that meant some manual labor, she was happy for it
> just 30 minutes later, she was chopping up firewood
>Smiling

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>The interviews went on through the day
>It helped having Annie with you
>She was like them, so they trusted her
>She was also cool headed and calm
>Until that one gun turned up...


>”Alright, last one in this pistol box”
Do we call it a day after this?

>You look at the big clock on the wall

>”Yeah. Dinner at 6 and I want to rest a little and have a shower before that”
Of course. So, let's go?
>”Yeah. Let's”

>Gun #441. Kolibri pistol, serial ends with 12

>You put the miniscule handgun on the couch and walk back to your seat

>”You can change now”

>It wasn't that uncommon that nothing happened
>But after some persuasion from Annie…

Don't worry little one, we wish you no harm

>And so she changed
>Now, you didn't expect a big girl from the world's smallest handgun chambered in a 2.7mm cartridge
>But her size surprised even someone who had an idea on what to expect
>She stood maybe two feet tall
>Not looking that young physically, mid to late teens maybe but her frame was absolutely tiny
>Almost like someone scaled down to 40%
>This is when Annie lost her cool
>She stared with big eyes towards the little one and set her notebook aside

OH MY GOD YOU ARE ADORABLE

>Annie leaps up from her armchair and darts over to the small geist
>She picks her up, looking like a child on Christmas day and ends up holding her in her own hands, not quite sure what to

You're so cute…

>The tiny woman looks very uncomfortable
>And then happy

“Thank you! My name is Stephanie. I like embroidery and reading. I hope we get along!”

>This line seem to have had a profound effect on Annie
>She is almost shaking
>Stepping in her place
>And looking like a girl who had been giving a little puppy
>Annie cradles the little girl in her arms and looking absolutely beyond herself
>She embraces her very, very gently
>The resulted in Annie making a small shelf with her arms and her cleavage
>With Stephanie lying on top

>At about this time you sigh heavily and slam your face on the desk
>There are way too many cute noises flying around
>Annie was carrying around the little one like a lap dog
>And talking to her like one
>And Stephanie loved it
>Now Annie was running around showing the little one around while holding her in her arms
>All while sounding very excited
>You decide you’ve had enough of this shit for one day
>You head into the kitchen, where doll is standing and looking very confused

“Mister, what-”
>”Please don’t ask. I have no idea either”
“There was another woman in here too, should i lay up another plate?”
>”Nope. You’re gonna have the fortune of dining with two AT rifles tonight. I developed a headache all of a sudden”
“Do you want me to give you something?”
>”Nope. I’m going to fix this with jack, coke and dire straits”

>Turns out, you didn’t need much Jack
>You went upstairs, flopped down on the bed and put on one of the old CDs
>And then… you just laid down
>And let your thoughts just flow with the music
>You must have headed on into the mists at some point
>But despite what you planned, it wasn’t a long sleep
>You woke up at some point in the night
>02:44 to be precise
>There is a distinct lack of Annie around you
>She was certainly not fan of sleeping alone, and would have slept next to you every time she got the chance
>But, the bottle of jack is still untouched
>the music is still playing… which means she hasn’t been up here at all
>There is always the possibility she got blind out drunk with her new friend
>She could have… but somehow you feel the house it not at rest
>you descend the stairs wearing nothing but a pair of underwear, a hoodie and a handgun
>But there is nothing interesting going on
>anywhere
>You end up in front of the fridge, letting the cool air flow over your legs and the solitary light illuminate the room best it can
>But just as you close the door you hear sounds
>thud
>thud
>thud thud
>THUD
>and then… groaning?

>All kinds of muttering goes through your head
>you walk as silently as you can towards the sound source
>it's not the gun room, and no other place on the ground floor
>only place left is the cellar
>carefully you sneak down the stairs, all while the thudding noises get louder
>and the other thing is defiantly groaning

“Come on! You got this!”

>...Lala?
>What the fuck is she doing here?
>you sneak further into the cellar

>thud-thud-THUD!

>And then more groaning
>Annie groaning more specifically
>Then the sound of what… could be leather slapping against leather

“Don't give up Annie!”

>That was Doll
>She was apparently also here
>You were now at the point where curiosity meets… a fear for what is actually going on

>but curiosity wins
>curiosity always wins
>You finally arrive at the large room, standing just next to the open door

>Thud-thud-thud!

>And then... cheering
>and not just from Doll or Lala
>There were lots of people down here
>You peek into the room and see what is likely the weirdest thing you have ever seen
>maybe geists sit in a big circle, all quietly cheering
>All familiar faces, some of yours, some of the new ones
>In the center of the circle, Annie and Cassie
>Wearing sports bras, gym shorts
>And boxing gloves
>They were boxing
>worst thing was, both of them looked like they knew what the were doing
>footwork was okay
>stance wasn’t bad either
>You toy with the idea of walking in and asking what the fuck is going on
>...but it would be kinda a dick move
>instead, you decide to mess with them tomorrow
>You sneak up to your room, set the alarm to way earlier than you are happy with and go the fuck to sleep

>The morning after, the phone shouts at you with angry ringing noises
>You manage to silence the whiny cunt before Annie wakes up
>She smells… surprisingly fruity, probably a shampoo or something
>but no matter how pleasant laying next to her was, you had things to do
>you get dressed and find that shitty bluetooth speaker that was always out of battery
>making sure it’s plugged into a socket, and it’s working with your phone, you find the workout playlist, and find that one song
>Volume was up
>all was prepared
>As a surprisingly large amount of people trickles in for breakfast
>All of them looking very tired, and many… hungover?

>You were very confused first time Annie got a hangover
>You really didn’t think guns could do that
>But when you voiced this to Annie, you just had pillows and russian curses thrown your way

>But if they actually were hungover this morning you had no idea
>what you did notice was how not one could stare you in the eyes, all shamefully avoiding your gaze
>The only thing that could make them even more embarrassed was if you were to be overly friendly

>”Annie! Would you like something to eat? Got lots of stuff in the kitchen you know!”
…
>”Aww… my little bird is a little sleepy… I’ll get you some nice steamy coffee, just you wait here”

>Almost choking from keeping a straight face, you send Annie deeply blushing before returning back into the kitchen
>You decide to take this whole plan from being funny, to rib crushingly hilarious
>For the next 40 minutes you are overly nice, making every single of them feel very uncomfortable
>blushes
>Ashamed staring at the floor
>turning heads away
>All while being showered in care
>You almost go blue from not exploding in laughter
>And then
>When the mood was so awkward it would make a weeb’s attempt at going out with the class queen look cute, you are start the final part of the plan
>The bluetooth speaker is positioned in the corner of the room
>No one saw because they were busy staring at the floor
>You slide to the doorframe and bring your phone up
>There are three very important words on the screen
>The song title
>Below it, a large arrow
>the play button

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ioE_O7Lm0I4

>They look at you a little confused at first
>But as soon as they realized what it was
>As soon as they understood
>They ALL went completely red in their faces
>At this point you couldn’t hold back the laughter anymore
>All the panicked embarrassment
>the horror
>You really shouldn’t be laughing at this
>You really shouldn’t
>But this was just too funny not to laugh at

>You suddenly remember they did box, and it would be a wise idea to get the fuck out
>You smile like an idiot for the rest of the day

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all for this update. little concious on this part though. Fun? too much?

>>33262115
was p good, also nice to see anon getting his own back at Annie.

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To /k/atch a predator

Part 3: http://pastebin.com/T6R3g4Er
Full version: http://pastebin.com/MCy0dm3k

We're coming to the end of Part 3! After that, we'll be on the final stretch of this story. I do have ideas for more stories but I'm not sure if they could live up to this. As always, Comments and feedback are valued and appreciated...

>>33262115
Yup, this is the type of shit that gives me life.
Love it as usual.

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Would people like to see more of my crappy art to go with the story?

>>33263807
wait, you make these?!

>>33263807
Yes!

>>33262115
Kolibri is 2cute4me

>>33262115
I loved this part, gave me a much needed smile.

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>>33263807
That's not shitty. Let me show you about how well I can draw anything. Actually, this is probably my best in YEARS.

>>33264957
>>33264951
>>33263660
>>33262131

Thanks guys! i have now been fed (you)s. this makes a happy writefag

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>>33264208
Well, this is the first one I've properly colored.

>>33264740
I can't promise they'll all be this level of polished, a lot of the time it's gonna be pencil sketches, but if it helps people visualize the world better I'll do it.

>>33265117
I guess if you spend enough time following professional artists you lose perspective.

Might have to rescind on my projected finish time. Seems like the powers that be are trying to prevent me from studying for an exam by dumping as much busy work as possible, along with my manager at work increasing my hours without my notification.

Which means relaxation and creativity is going to take a nose dive. I'll try to punch these keys and get something going, but life has a way of throwing curve balls at me.

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>>33262115
Fucking hilarious, man. Giggling like a goddamned schoolgirl. This update is filled with adorable hilarity.

>>33262489
I'm calling it now; Simon and Kimber are gonna get it on. She'll inspire him to get back to crime fighting and he'll make the city great again. Loved the update. I'd like to find out if Ashley gets Roberts, though.

>>33263807
>>33265328
Yes please, though I don't think your art is crappy. I like it.

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>>33265976
>implications of things potentially getting better

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>>33265976
>reply anon noticed me

>>33265683
>life has a way of throwing curve balls
Ain't that the goddamn truth.

I'll be on temporary hiatus because of said curveball.

[spoiler] he decided on having a funeral and instead opted on cremation [/I really wish spoilers worked on k]

>>33266557
*against a funeral, and instead opted

I'm really not with it today

>>33266557
>>33266823
Hang in there, DUKE, we'll make it together.

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>>33267354
>drops trip

Thanks, man. Really.

>captcha: whimpey Blvd
>current weather - rain

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Thread seemed slow.

>You've recently moved into an apartment downtown
>Neighborhood is ok but it's recently gotten worse
>Sold your guns to a friend when you moved for extra cash
>Eventually save up enough money to buy a new gun
>Buy a Beretta Pico, you've always wanted a beretta
>One day you're sitting on your couch, on your phone, not paying attention and suddenely a small hand is pulling on your sleeve
>You turn your head to see a small girl with brown hair looking up at you.
"Signore? I am Pico." The girl says in a thick Italian accent.
>"What the hell are you doing in my apartment? Who are you?"
"I am your gun, signore, don't be scared."
>"What do you mean my gun?" You asked, a bit confused.
"You bought me and brought me home, thank you. Shelves can be quite dusty."
>"What the hell is going on?" you whisper to yourself.
"Watch." As she says that the girl is gone and your Beretta is sitting on the floor.
>You pick it up, rack the slide, eject the magazine and make sure it's not tampered with.
>A minute later you put the gun down. After you blink the same girl is sitting on the table
>You get a closer look at her. She's wearing a blue dress, but no shoes or anything else, it seems.
"See, signore? I'm your gun. Everything is fine." She says in a sweet voice. She extends her hand again.
>You reach out and take it. It's small compared to yours, but she's small in general, so...
"Good, glad we've come to an agreement then." Her smooth voice is only complemented by her accent.
>She hops off of the table and walks away. When you ask her where she's going, she tells you that she's looking around her new home.
>This experience is a total shock, you must be in a dream. You close your eyes and fall asleep
>You wake up later. You open your eyes and the girl is staring right into them.
>She's sitting on your chest, you don't know how you never felt it.
"You're awake! Good. I have a few questions."
>You close your eyes and groan. You should've bought a different gun.

Not really sure if this is where to ask, but does anyone have those /k/ manuals made for the Swiss army on partisan tactics circa 1970's or the green beret manuals distributed during the cold war?

>>33268592
Nice

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>>33268592
>read this
>cheer up because it's cute
>immediately reminded of Gunslinger Girl
>sad again

It's a mixed back of feels, but I like it. I think it has potential beyond a oneshot if you wanted to continue.

>>33268808
*mixed bag of feels

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>>33268592
Pic related

>>33268924
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEE NIGGAS

>>33268734
Oh, I remember those fuckers. And afraid I don't have it

>>33268924
Uncensored bluray never

>>33262115
Keep up the good work anon

Vepr 12 and The scout could you be so kind to send me a mail, please?

>[email protected]

thanks in advance

I've had this pain in my underside of my forearm for a while now. Turns out they are nerve knots from writing on my desktop. anyone else have physical repercussions for writing

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>>33271247
nah, it's the other way around for me

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So I decided to actually contribute to the thread for once, as opposed to always lurking. Here's a short story, I hope you like it. (Hopefully I didn't fuck up my name, I've never used one before.)

Here's the pastebin as well: http://pastebin.com/AfGmeYZz

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“Hey. Let me in, it’s cold.”

Henry turned his head as he felt tugging on his blanket, sliding down slightly from the brim of the frozen foxhole. “What was that, Mary?” he asked quietly, looking at the small girl staring at him with a crooked smile, her face partially obscured by the oversized helmet on her head.

“I told you to let me in, since I’m cold.” she whispered, her breath condensing as she spoke. “You’re hogging the blanket.”

Letting out a groan, Henry unwrapped the wool blanket around him, opening the front to expose himself to the cold bite of the air. Spying her chance, Mary dove onto his chest and wrapped her arms around him, her steel helmet bashing into his chin. He smiled as he removed her helmet, setting it aside in the frozen hole and wrapping the blanket back around the two of them.

He could feel Mary stirring on him as she tried to get comfortable, her bony arms digging into his ribcage even through his layers of clothes. “Are you gonna st-stop moving o-or am I going to have to make you?” Henry asked, the girl’s pressure on his lungs making it hard to speak.

Mary sighed heavily, her movements ceasing as she peered up at the scruff-looking man from beneath the blanket. “You need to shave.” she said plainly as her brown eyes narrowed, a small, ungloved hand rising to rub along his cheek, much to Henry’s dismay.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” he protested as he grabbed the girl’s hand in his own, pushing it back beneath the blanket but not letting go. “It’s hard to do that when your razor is dull and you’ve got no cream left.”

She giggled at his explanation, her small frame quaking against his. “That’s no excuse, mister! What if-”

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>>33271801
(Realized that I don't need the trip. Whoops)


The night suddenly turned to day as Mary spoke, and Henry instinctively wrapped his arms around her, sliding both of them deeper into the foxhole, doing his best not to disturb his sleeping squad mates. “Put this back on.” he whispered, handing Mary her helmet.

Looking up, Henry could see the trailing flare high in the forest above, illuminating the frozen and broken conifers around them. He held his breath as the flare died off, listening for any sounds in the night.

“I think it’s alright.” Mary said after a few seconds of silence, her words slightly muffled against Henry’s chest. “Just a spotting flare.”

He nodded as he locked eyes with the girl again, his eyes adjusting back to the darkness of the night. “How’re you feeling?” Mary asked, resting her chin on Henry’s chest and staring up at him.

“Apart from hungry and cold?” he replied with a chuckle, the girl on his chest laughing slightly with him. “Anxious, I suppose.” he replied sincerely this time. “There still hasn’t been a word about reinforcements yet, so I have no idea what we’ll be doing apart from holding the line. It’s got me a little worried.”

Mary nodded, pushing deeper into his embrace. “We’ll be alright. You’ve got me, after all! I won’t let anything bad happen to you!”

Running his fingers through her short, auburn hair, Henry smiled at her enthusiasm, letting the two of them fall into a comfortable silence. He grimaced as a gust of wind blew some snow over the brim of the hole, falling onto his face and down the back of his overcoat.

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>>33271813

Mary’s grip on him lessened as her breathing became deeper, signalling her fall into sleep. Raising the blanket to completely cover her head, Henry pulled back his jacket to check his watch, the hands difficult to make in the moonless night. ‘Only a few more minutes before we switch off watch.’ he thought to himself, looking over at the vaguely human shape on the ground next to him. Two pairs of boots stuck out from beneath the edge of the blanket, one pair slightly smaller than the other.

Henry sat alone for the next few minutes, the only company being Mary’s quiet breathing, the rising and falling of her chest making it a struggle to keep his eyes open. Eventually, after checking his watch numerous times, the hour hand fell on the ‘1’, signalling the end of his shift.

Moving his leg over, Henry stealthily prodded at the man sleeping next to him, waking him after a few solid jabs.

“Your turn for watch, Johnny.” Henry said to him, the blue eyes of the southerner peering back out at him from beneath his blanket.

Johnny sighed as he sat up, with Henry wrapping his arms around the girl on his chest, her presence providing the much-needed warmth against the cold air. “Any thing happen while we were out?” Johnny asked, stirring the sleeping woman next to him, muttering a quiet “Wake-up, Alice, it’s our turn” as he did.

“Nothing, just some flares like always.” Henry confirmed, watching the other woman stretch out her back as she sat up, slapping on her helmet and tightening her green greatcoat as she looked at him.

“Where’s the little one?” the long brown-haired woman asked, eyeing up the lump on Henry’s chest. “Beneath?”

“Yeah, she got cold so I let her crawl under.”

Alice nodded, shooting Henry a small smile. “Alright, sleep well then. We’ll keep watch.” She turned back to Johnny, placing a hand on his arm as he dug through his pack.

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>>33271826

Adjusting how he lay, Henry sank back into the frozen dirt as he closed his eyes, the fatigue from the past few days beckoning him to sleep. As he began to drift off, he felt a small, wet pressure against his left cheek, small fingers dancing across his stubbled jawline.

Opening his eyes revealed Mary’s face to be uncomfortably close to his own, her rosy cheeks upturned in a small smile. “Goodnight, Henry.” she said as she laid her head back on his chest. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

He smiled at her words. “Goodnight, Mary.” With that, he let his head fall back, the breaths of the small girl and the nearby muttering of Johnny and Alice lulling him to sleep.

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Henry squinted as he opened his eyes, the early morning sunlight causing his head to throb. Taking off his helmet, he rubbed his eyes with the back of his gloved hand, sitting upright and pulling the blanket tighter around him as he yawned.

“Morning.” came a gruff voice from his left, the tell-tale roughness giving away who it was.

“Morning, Dario.” Henry replied as he sat in the foxhole, condensed air floating off as he let out a deep breath.

Dario replied with a huff, standing up into a crouching position and climbing to the lip of the foxhole. “I’m going to go find us some food.” He said, unslinging the M1 Carbine from his back. “Keep watch while I’m gone.”

He was gone before Henry could reply, leaving him alone in the foxhole. Relatively alone, at least, as when he looked to his right, he could see Johnny sleeping underneath his blanket, the barrel of his M1 Garand sticking out from beneath it as well.

Henry looked down into his lap and let the blanket fall to rest on his shoulders. Gently, he grabbed the object in his lap by its pistol grip, and rested the handguard in the crook of his arm as he cradled it against his chest.

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>>33271845

He smiled, looking down at the M1928A1, its walnut-coloured stock, grip, and handguard shining in the sunlight. Running his fingers over the length of the barrel, Henry tightened his hold on the submachine gun, as if to give it a hug.

He knew not what the future held for him and his squad mates, but he did know that if Mary was by his side, he would make it through alright.

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And that's it. Let me know what you thought of it. I hope to write more for the thread in the future, so any advice is appreciated.

>>33271857
it's cute. i liked it

>>33271857
mary a cute

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>>33262115
>>33271857
good stuff

okay, this seems to be just my kind of autism. I've been lurking for a thread or two, and mostly wondering where to start here? Any fan favorites? Good stories?

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>>33272597
Construct's Damaged Goods has a pretty good following. That's usually where people start.

After that it's more along the lines of what you want. Some people do stories closer to real life, others following the Upotte-esque lore we made up ages ago.

>>33268808
I have that series queued to play on my Netflix. I don't know why I haven't watched it yet.

Anything you should warn me about?

>>33272597
I heard To katch a predator is good, I havent read it though

>>33273062
>>33272654
damaged goods and to catch a predator, okay. I'll start with that

anything going on with machines of war? planes, tanks, ships or whatever?

>>33272597
I'm a fan of Hell in the High Alps but he's taking a while to publish again [spoiler]but so am I so I can't really complain[/spoiler]

>>33273554
>Tanks

Oh boy, you should check out jtfag in the sticky.

>>33272654
Thanks for the recommendation man.

>>33273554
>Tanks
Look into JTfags stories.

Most of the stories posted here can be found in the pastebin link found in the OP.

http://pastebin.com/5yG5C9ek

>>33273645
>>33273613
jtfag writes tanks it seems. that any good?

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>>33272597
Really depends on what you want.
If you're here for the pseudo-Upotte stuff, I'd recommend starting with Guard's original story, which inadvertently led to the creation of this general, along with the MilSurp harem (I believe JT said that was hers before she used a trip). Don't think either of these are in the Pastebin yet, but they were screen capped, I believe.
FALfag also has some really good stuff, in my opinion.

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>>33273816
Half of the screens have been pastebinned, the second half hasn't.

Gonna link pre-JT/AT for you, >>33272597

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>>33273879

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Anyone have recommendations for novels featuring near-future tacticool warfare?

>>33273887
>>33273879
>Gonna link pre-JT/AT
>JT/AT

?

>>33273987
JTfag and ATannie are the same person

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>>33268592

I thought I might as well continue it.

>"Ok Pico, ask away."
"Signore, what is your name? I'd like to know what to call you."
>"Oh, just call me Anon."
"What a strange name. I like it." Pico climbs off your chest. She's so light...
"Anon, do you have any other guns?"
>"No I don't, Pico."
"Anon, will we go to the range soon?"
>"I don't know Pico, I spent a lot of money on you."
"Oh, ok." She seems a little saddened by the news.
>"It's ok Pico, I'll make sure to take you as soon as I can."
Pico nods and smiles. "I walked around your apartment Signore, it is very nice."
>You thank Pico for the compliment. You yawn and stand up, stretching your arms. You slept pretty good.
>You remember that Pico is only wearing a dress, so you leave the living room and enter your bedroom.
>You pull open a dresser and take out a long sleeved shirt and shorts. You give them to Pico, who thanks you.
>You notice she doesn't have anything on her feet, so you rummage around a bit before finding old socks you wore for socker.
>You give those to Pico, and after urging you to turn around, puts the new clothes on, and then says you can turn around.
>It's a disaster. The sleeves are way too long for her, a quarter of it hanging past her hands.
>The shorts fit surprisingly well on her it seems, at least that's one good thing.
>The socks, a good fit for you extend way up to her knees, reaching the hem of her shorts.
>"Pico if you want better clothes just tell me, please."
"No no Signore, I like these very much." She waves her arms around and the sleeves flap as she moves. It looks kinda cute.
>"Well alright then. Listen, Pico, I got stuff to do. You know how to use a TV right?" You ask, unsure about what she knows and doesn't know.
"Of course Signore, I won't bother you anymore." She says, turning around to enter the living room.
>You watch her leave and sit down at your computer, starting your research on whatever she is.

also bump for small guns

Will post...eventually...

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Just uh... Just thinking about some things

>>33274125
I'm enjoying how comfy/cute this.

>>33274444
What are you waiting for?

>>33274125
Oh this must continue!

>>33274125
If the Pico is a cute Italian loli, I wonder what a px4 and 92fs are.

>>33274757
>I wonder what a px4 and 92fs are.
>92fs
All writers tend to have different ideas of how they would look, but my story could help answer your the 92fs question if you'd like...

>>33273800
Very good!

>>33274533
well. First I have to actually write the shit, which I do as I post it but... I don't know. There's just something at the edge of my mind keeping me away at the moment.

>>33274824
Just read the first chapter. Me gusta so far!

>>33275257
Thanks man, the chapters tend to get longer as the story progresses. Hope you keep enjoying it.

>>33275421
Y-you are continuing the story right? Don't you dare get me hooked on a story you aren't going to finish!

>>33276138
pfft, this is construct after all. Does the guy look like a quitter to you?

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Here's another update to the still untitled AK story: http://pastebin.com/zy7SsnSy
Feedback is always appreciated.

Finding this one the easiest to write desu. Still have ideas for The Road Home, but actually writing it is becoming a bit of a process.
Cultural Exchange is proving to be a bit harder, but I'm hoping to get some more written eventually.

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>>33276138
Did you read the whole thing already? Don't worry, I won't drop it. I'm actually writing at this moment. Always makes me happy to see people enjoying Damaged Goods!

>>33276201
Aww

>>33276532
Hell yeah! I read the whole thing in one sitting. When I decide to read, I READ.

>>33274444
quad o' quads, nice

>>33276544
which ones have you read?

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>>33276544
Damn dude. Again, glad you are enjoying it!

>>33276314
I didn't catch the last update, this is getting good.

>>33276676

Props dude - it's always good to know that someone out there likes your work!

>>33276719
Yep. Writefags lives of (you)s

>>33276532
This was very good, and I think the strongest update yet to the story. It was a great mix of sweet and serious moments, and it provided much needed backstory to anon and some of his guns, instead of focusing on Charlotte. I don't really have any criticisms this time around, apart from the fact you should tell us what line the new update is from, just so we don't have to go digging through the story. Keep it up!

>>33276914
Ah shit, my bad. This was meant for >>33276314

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>>33276852
I'm feeling generous and (you) have made some nice stories

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>>33276852

>>33276564
I'm pretty new to this general so not that many just the little Pico one and Damaged Goods. I am gonna start looking through the sticky! These anthropomorphic gun greens are just my kind of autism!

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>>33272700
Yes, only watch the first season(the second season is complete garbage made by a different studio), and brace for heavy fucking feels.

>>33276983
If only you knew what I am doing now

>>33277380
I just finished it after I binged all day.

You were right...those were some heavy goddamn feels.

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>>33268592
>>33274125
I hope those guns (s)he sold are still in a good home. But I'm ready for cute adventures with a cute pistol. Please continue.

>>33271857
I enjoyed what you put out, so far. Seems like it'll be a very interesting story, lots of room for various things if you decide to expand on it. Writing style was pretty good. I thought it had good flow.

>>33276314
What is love? Baby don't hurt me... Sorry. Really good update here. I'm liking the feelings and the philosophy, and also how we get to learn a bit more about the other rifles, or at least Kelly.

>>33277676
Glad you liked it. I'm not sure if I'll continue it or not, since the idea for it just came to me suddenly last night, and I haven't really laid out anything or thought about what I can do with it. We'll see, I suppose.

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>>33276914
But....there's a bigass line denoting where he started the next update...

>>33277946
Hmm, I suppose I'm just an idiot then, glad we were able to figure that out. Sorry!

>>33277946
Question
How do I get Road's other pastes? I clicked on his username in the site and it says that he has no public pastes.

>>33277535
Uh....I'm willing to bet that you are breathing.

And at this very moment, your heart is beating.

>>33278084
Actually....I don't know. I only really read Road's links when he posts them.

Apologies for my absence, bad times ahead for now. I'll return when I'm able.

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I just ordered some stuff from Direct Action
Their Dragon Egg backpack and Hurricane chest rig
Probably should have asked before I bought them, but
are they any good?

>>33278084
>>33278185
Go to my name in the Pastebin at the top of the thread and use that link. That's a separate bin I made as a portal.

>>33278413
I think you MAY be in the wrong thread, man.

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>>33278573
Shit wtf how did I not notice this
I swear to fucking christ sometimes

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So how do you guys fight distractions? I tell myself I'm gonna get some writing done today only for a certain mobile game, or Youtube, or a thread on a board to take my attention away.

I've been staring at the same 2 pages of Howa for nearly a week and I average around 2 sentences a day because something takes my attention.

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>>33278663
Do what I (try to) do. Close all 4chan and youtube tabs. Dim the lights and just get at it. I would also suggest listening to music (only exception to leaving youtube open). For me, it has to be something with no lyrics.

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>>33278735
>Not getting distracted by /pol/'s heist of the century

Do you live under a rock or something?

>>33278663
Actually I've been finding one of the best ways to fight the distractions isn't necessarily to fight them but work with them in a way that's conducive to your story. I do this pretty much whenever I write.

For example right now while I write my western shit I'm watching episodes of Hell on Wheels while I take breaks from it, play an 1866 mod for the first Mount and Blade, and played Call of Juarez Gunslinger through. When I do listen to music when driving or before I fall asleep I turn on western music. Youtube is also a really good place to turn for inspiration actually, you can find music that relates to your story or the feelings within it, or if you're writing a story about a certain gun, go watch people shoot it or review it. Some people pointing out a gun's flaws or strengths might inspire you to say: "Hey, that's a good idea, I should put that in my story." Moments like those sometimes spark enough inspiration to carry you for a while.

That's what I do anyways. I think it (might) work for you if you give it a try.

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>>33278663
I listen to relaxing music and decompress from everything for five minutes. Then I think about the general story, once I figured out the general direction I want to go in I start writing.

this is the music I listen to if you're interested.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vX-WV8TNCaQ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-7MPXuAqis&t=452s

I did a thing, I'm just gonna go and post it

>you are anon
>moving to Ukraine was a pretty nice decision
>you were able to get a nice 2 story house for fairly cheap
>the exterior was plain brick but it still looked nice enough.
>they said it was a dangerous area but that seemed ridiculous
>there's troops everywhere, hardly seems unsafe
>you got home from your job as an electrician , but something was a little bit different.
>your neighborhood was nearly empty
>and most of the houses were rubble
>except yours , and that was good
>you walk in and head into the kitchen
>opening the fridge, there isn't that much to eat , so you settle for a Pepsi and head to your living room.
>you grab the remote and turn on the tv , opening Netflix and beginning to chill


>you hear a knock on your door a few hours later
>you were in the middle of a show damnit , this better be good
>opening the door , it's one of the local s.t.a.l.k.e.r.s.
"Hello , how are you ?"
>"hello my friend , I was seeing yuo just moved in. This is a dangerous place you know"
"Really ? There seems to be plenty of soldiers around , doesn't seem dangerous at all"
>"oh but it is my friend, but for a price I can sell yuo the best protection"
>this guy seems perfectly trustable
"And what protection might this be ?"
>"well my friend..."
>the stalker unshoulders a long olive drab bag and opens it.
>"the great equalizer is the gun my friend. And this is no exception. Is svd dragonuv rifle. Very accurate and very powerful. I sell to you for ... $750 American da ?"
>well... Everyone else around here seems to have a rifle.
>when in Rome ...or Ukraine , do as the Slavs do
"Alrighty , I'll buy for your price. Do you have any ammunition ?"
>"yes my friend , I'll give you 50 for free but if you run out just find me and we can make good deal."

>>33279234
>ten minutes later and you were in your living room with the rifle on your coffee table
>you've got nowhere to go and nothing to do
>plenty of free time to figure out how this thing works
>after a bit of fiddling with it , you've come to find that you only really need to remove the top cover and the bolt
>neat.
>replacing the parts onto the firearm , you decide it's time to take a break
>you get up and head over to the kitchen to get some cheap ukie vodka that you keep in the freezer
>yay for booze
>you fill a glass with it and head back to the living room
>as you walk in , you're stopped dead in your tracks
>there's someone standing over your rifle
>they've got ears ... And a tail
>break ins happen , but FURRY break ins ?
>the intruder hasn't noticed you yet so you of course took the most reasonable course of action


"Uhh ... The fuck are you"
>she turns to look at you , looking like she almost jumped out of her skin
>"oh ... Hi"
"Yeah , hi. Why are you in my house ?"
>"well you did buy me"
>what.jpg
"I'm not much into human trafficking , sorry but you've got the wrong house"
>"I don't think you understand. I guess introducing myself would help clear things up"
>she starts walks towards you and grabs your hand
>"I'm svd , your rifle. You can call me what you want though."
"This is too weird , get out before I call the police"
>"why though ? I thought you wanted me"
>this bitch is crazy
"I don't even know you , get out of my house, before I drag you out"
>"b-but I'm-..."
"Get out"
>she doesn't say anything as she walks towards the door
>as she is stepping out , she looks back at you
>"please don't do this"
>you shut the door behind her and lock it.

>>33279245
>you head back to your living room to finish off your since forgotten vodka
>you set the rifle in the corner and turn on the news
>you can actually understand it thanks to subtitles
>the weatherman claims it will be in the single digits tonight with a lot of snow
>snow is neat
>after a few hours , it dawns on you that it's really late
>checking your phone , it's 1 in the morning give or take a few minutes
>the snow the weatherman talked about was falling quite a bit
>decision making means you really want to see the snow from your porch
>you stumble outside onto your porch and look out to the snow
>it's cold as shit
>under the sound of the snow you hear faint crying
>sp00kE.exe
>looking to the far side of your porch you see the cause

>the same catgirl thing is on the deck curled up in a ball crying
>that's a serious bummer
>oh fuck
>you caused this
>it's not too late to fix it though
>slowly approaching her , you try to get a better look at her.
>she hears your footsteps and stops crying, not moving a muscle
"Hey ... Are you still looking for somewhere to stay?"
>"this... This is where I was supposed to stay"
>at that point she just started bawling her eyes out
"Do you want to come inside ? I'm sorry"
>"please?"
>she finally looks up at you , almost as pale as the snow itself
"Of course , c'mon"
>without waiting for her to get up you walk over and lift her up like a baby
>after you're up she wraps her arms around your neck
>you carry her up the stairs with relative ease , she's really light
>you don't have a guest room so you set her on your bed for the night

>>33279254
>she's still fairly cold to the touch when you return from getting extra blankets
>"thank you ... So much"
"It's not a problem , but I have one condition for you staying here"
>"w-what's that?"
"Tommorrow I want you to answer all of my questions"
>she stops for a moment, looking at nothing and everything all at once
>"agreed "
"Alright. Since you're in my bed I'll be down stairs on the couch if you need anything"
>as you're leaving the room she speaks up
>"w-wait... Please stay in here ... I'm so cold. Please ?"
>she IS just coming out of a snow storm
>what harm could it do
"If you insist , I'll sleep up here with you"
>she remains silent as you flick off the lights in the room and get into the bed next to her
"Alright , try to get some sleep. There's no need to get up early tommorrow"
>she almost cuts you off by wrapping her arms around you
>"thank you , for everything."
"It's... No problem"
>"if that's the case , may I ask one more thing of you ?"
"What is it?"
>"can you ... Scratch my ears ? I-it doesn't have to be much but maybe just a little bit ...?"
"Sure , why not"
>so you both drifted off to sleep as you scratched her ears , under the sheets on an icy night
>you had a relatively dreamless sleep that night
>when you wake up , the catgirl is still grasping onto you
>you should really figure out her name
>carefully untangling yourself from her , you head downstairs
>if you're hungry she's probably starving
>you decided to make some pancakes, bacon , and eggs
>the breakfast of champions
>checking the clock on your stove it was about 1:00 in the afternoon
>damn
>it didn't take long for the smell of breakfast food to make its way to your room
>your unexpected guest shambles down the stairs
>she makes her way into the kitchen and watches you intently as you finish making the food
"Sleep well ?"
>"more than you know. Yourself ?"
"Pretty well honestly"

>>33279261
>she keeps watching you as you put the food onto two plates and set the table
>once it's all set up you set a plate in front of her and sit down
"Well... Go nuts"
>you both start eating in relative silence, bar the sound of silverware hitting the plates
>she occasionally stops and looks at you expectantly , but then resumes what she was doing
>after a solid thirty minutes of eating , every last morsel of food is gone
>"do you need any help with dishes ?"
"Let's just put them in the sink for now, I want to ask you a few things"
>she looks at you like a 3rd grader who forgot their homework
>"oh ... Yeah , of course"
>she walks into the other room while you put the plates into the sink
>once that's done you walk into the living room and sit on the couch opposite of her
>this is your chance to ask her anything ... What should you ask ?
>after a few minutes of sitting with only the dull Ukrainian news to accompany you , she talks
>"you said you had questions , correct ?"
"I do ... I just don't know where to start"
>"how about names ? I told you I'm svd but you've never told me yours, a bit rude if I have to say"
"I'm anon"
>"alright , now you ask me something"
"What's with the ears , and the tail too?"
>"well I'm technically a rifle so ... Some traits just don't carry over properly 100% of the time"
"Well regardless, they're pretty adorable"
>she looks at you dead serious
>"I am not adorable"
"Whatever you say, your turn for questions, what do you wanna know?"
>"why did you buy me ? It's not like you're a rebel, what gives?"
>oh boy , a good one

>>33279276
"Alright... I'm from the United States . We can't get any fun foreign rifles without paying a lot of money, I mean ten thousand or more. When I got you for $700 I was in disbelief. I heard nothing but good things and they all seem to be true"
>"oh"
>she sits still for a few seconds to process what you said
>"fair enough , any more questions?"
"Not at the moment , I'll let you know if that changes though. I'm going to get my mail , so I'll be right back"
>"well you can try , I won't stop you. Something else might though"
"What would that be ?"
>"didn't you look at the window ? We're snowed in"
"I don't believe you"
>walking over to the window, you look to see...
>white
>"I told you so"
>well then
"Oh my ... What do we do now then ?"


>"well there's quite a few things we COULD do..."
"Like what ?"
>"like ..."
>she stops looking at you and spaces out in your direction
>"like ..."
"Come on , use your words"
>"я мoг cocaть cвoй члeн , нo этo былo бы cлишкoм мнoгo"
"Come on, I meant English words"
>"hmm ? Oh right , we could play board games if you have any"
>board games ? Is she 5 ?
"Maybe something else , want to watch some movies ?"
>"sure , not like there's much else to do"
>well , you . But that can wait.
"Well take your pick , there's quite a bit of stuff on Netflix"
>she sits on the couch next to you and brings a blanket over you both
>"let's watch enemy at the gates then"
"Well I won't say no to that"
>and so you put Netflix on and played enemy at the gates
>time seemed to pass really fast as you watch the movie

>>33279302
>the end of Koenig scene begins rolling and you feel a weight wrapping around you
>evidently you're now someone's stress ball/body pillow
>and that's alright
>the shot rings out from the tv and she grasps around you like a scared kitten
>time to be smooth
>wrapping your arm around her, she looks up at you
>"anon , I really do like this movie but can we do something else ?"
"Sure , what would you recommend ?"
>"well ... It's dark out already , it's a cold night , we're both under a blanket , there's a bit of alcohol left in your fridge , there's a lot of things I could reccomend but it's ultimately up to you"
>oh
>booze
>yeah
>before you can get up she lays her head across your lap
>"I don't think you'll need to worry about glasses , that's a plus"
"I guess"
>with that she goes to her original position and let's you grab the drink from the fridge


>you return a moment late with a frigid bottle of potato spirits
>vodka
>whatever the fuck
>anyway, you resume your seat and twist off the bottles top
>she looks at the bottle and slowly turns her head to you
>"ladies first ?"
"Go for it"
>with that , she grabs the bottle and takes a drink
>setting the bottle of the coffee table, she looks to you
>"you really went for broke with this , didn't you ?"
"It's all fermented potatoes to me honestly"
>she looks at you in near disgust
>"no"
>well then
>...
>it's been an hour
>she still hasn't spoken to you
>it's just booze , it's not like its holy water

>>33279310
>you direct your focus back to the tv
>stuff about the...
>wait a sec
>apparently there are some issues with separatists nearby
>neat
>the news goes on talking about the situation, but the subtitles are losing accuracy and becoming generally non understandable.
>you just float off to space as the news keeps rolling
>a few minutes pass before she turns to you
>"everything this news station is saying is bullshit you know"
"What ? About the war ?"
>"it's propaganda"
"I don't care honestly"
>"that's a poor choice"
"If you say so"
>she turns away from you and looks back at the television
>"what would you do if they came here ?"
"The rebels ?"
>"yeah, the 'rebels'"
"I don't know , exist ? They're not exactly known for killing civilians"
>"there'd be a town wide firefight anon, you'd have to do something"
"What are you getting at ? I don't speak Russian let alone Ukrainian, there's not much I could do"
>"you aren't wrong I suppose"
"Nevermind that, I'm tired. I'd really rather not keep talking about this"
>she goes back to sitting in silence
>it's like 2 am , you need sleep
>getting up, you head up the stairs
>"where are you going ?"
"Bed , it's late"
>"oh ... Alright"
"You know where your room is, just try not to stay up too late. Alright ?"
>"if you say so"
>heading up the stairs , you hear her getting up from the couch
>once you're in your room, you shut the door and turn off the lights
>getting into bed , you drift off to sleep
>just before dreams, you hear your door creak open and footsteps approach your bed
>you feel the comforter shift and someone getting into the bed
>"I'm sorry, I just can't stand sleeping alone"
>after that, sleep overtook you and into your dreams you went

>>33279313
>you never really dream in your sleep
>it's either nightmares or nothingness
>and this night held the former
>there was a field
>trenches
>people around you popping shots over the top boards
>their bodies falling limply on the return
>there was a whizzing
>a flash
>dirt covered you
>"anon ? Anon ? Wake up !"
>you woke with a start, covered in sweat
>horrified
>"are you alright ? You were going mad"
>it's svd
>"anon ? You worried me sick ! What happened ?"
"I... Don't worry about it. It's all fine"
>"I just want you to be alright... I can't do well if you can't"
>she embraces you in a hug as she speaks
"Don't worry don't worry, I'm fine"
>"that's all I want"
>then that's all she'll get
>looking past her, you see your alarm
>it's already 8:00
>and still dark out...


"Where where you before I got you?"
>"w-what?"
>the question caught her off guard
"It's a pretty straightforward question, but if you don't want to answer I understand"
>her grip around you loosens, she pulls her head back to look you in the eyes
>"I'd rather drink more cheap vodka"
>that settles that
"Alright then, any plans for the day ?"
>"there's still snow up to your porch roof outside"
"Well there's got to be something to do"
>"well ... I AM right here"
>wut
"What ?"
>"if there's truly nothing else to do, why not ? You've a lot of land but we can't get to it. It's just a matter of why not"
"I'm sure there's something wrong with this"
>"better you than me, I'll leave it up to you ... For now"
>with that she hops out of bed, flicking on the lights
>she's in one of your sweatshirts and... Not sure what else
>unf

>>33279321
>might as well get up too
>still clothed, that's good
>walking out of the room, she's not to be seen
>probably went downstairs
>following suit, you get a surprise at the bottom
>she's standing right there with a mug of something
>"here, take it"
"If you say so"
>"I do ..."
>taking the mug , you try the drink
>expected coffee. Got hot chocolate
>imokaywiththis.jpg , it's pretty good
>looking down at you, you speak
"That's not bad, at all"
>"I hope not"
>looking at her now , she's pretty short
>you're 6'2 , she's about 5'8
>her ears however, that's about 5'11
"So adorable"
>you said that out loud
>"am not"
>she turns around and swishes her tail past your leg, walking towards the living room
>not much of a booty , nice legs though
>and that's alright
>walking into the kitchen, you find your popcorn
>might as well actually watch Netflix and chill
>as you put the bag in the microwave, you hear her groan from the other room
>"you were supposed to follow meee."
"Just you wait"
>and wait you both did
>after a few minutes, the popcorns done and you're walking into the living room
>"is that what I think it is"
"Probably"
>you sit down next to her, on the couch facing the television
>she promptly grabs the popcorn and places her head on your lap
>"so have you thought on it?"
"I have"
>"come on, don't make me beg. Life is getting boring just being stuck in here"
>you reach down, brushing your hand across her face
"You need to learn some patience, don't you"
>"why ?"
"Because this is just a bit... Off"

>>33279325
>"that's not fair"
"What ?"
>"I'm going to be extremely straightforward with you"
"Go for it"
>"alright. I want you to do something with me. Anything, please."
"Well then"
>moving your hand from her cheek a bit more south, she smiles
>"please"
>you move your hand into her shirt and fondle her breasts through her bra
>she's staring at you with an intense, almost pleading look
"Anything I say goes, got it ?"
>she only nods
>picking her up as you stand, you carry her into the bedroom and drop her into the bed
"Take it all off"


>you watch as she does, savoring every moment
>she strips off the few articles of clothing slowly, enjoying every bit of attention you're giving her
>first she took off her light red hoodie, leaving only her bra and panties visible
>wait
>she wasn't wearing anything else all morning
>"like what you see ?"
>hell yes
"I'm in love with every single millimeter of it"
>"that's good, but it would ... Seem... I can't unhook my bra. Maybe you could help me with that"
"Of course"
>you muttered, moving behind her on the bed.
>once her bra is off, you don't even turn her around
>pushing her onto all fours, you grab her hips
>working your way down her thighs, you stop your hands on her light blue panties
>dissapointed that you stopped, she speaks up
>"are those going to be a problem ?"
>she swishes her tail back and forth as she says this

>>33279334
"Not if you let them"
>you reply, slowly pulling them down
>she didn't have much of an ass, but she made up for it in other... Ways
>once they're off, you quickly throw your shirt off and start un buckling your pants
>that is, until she turns around and starts doing it for you
>"ladies first"
>she works past your pants and your briefs, pulling them both down to reveal your now rock hard member
>she looks up at you and then back down, pausing for a moment
>she puts her lips on the head
>slowly working her way down
>wait
>why am I writing smut ?
>this isn't me
>lets just say they fucked, good enough ? >Anyway... Back to the story
>afterwards you were both left panting in bed
>her, laying in your arms
>"that was... Something"
"Well I hate to keep people wanting"
>"but I'm not a person"
"Not with that attitude"
>she murmurs something, tracing her fingertips across your chest with her hand
>considering it's still fairly early, and the snow outside hasn't gone anywhere, there's not really much to do
>"hey anon, can I ask you something ?"
"I don't see why not"
>"can you show me how to make those pancakes you did on the first night I was here?"
>that was a family recipe
>and she really doesn't share your last name
"I'll just make them when you want, they're a family secret"
>"then I'll just watch while you make them"
"Be my guest, you little spy"
>her humorous demeanor drops a few pegs
>"I'm not a... Why would you call me that ?"
"It was just a joke, don't worry"
>"jokes are supposed to be funny"

>>33279344
"I mean... If it bothers you that much I'm sorry about it"
>"I hope so"
>she gets out of the bed rather hurriedly, grabbing her clothes and leaving the room
>the door slams as she leaves but there isn't much noise after that
>sitting up, you try to think about what just happened
>it was just a joke
>you really need to just watch the whole commies thing
>or just not bring it up
> lets go with that
>swinging your legs off the bed and getting up, you put your clothes on and exit the room
>looking left to the stairway and right towards the guest room, you hear sobbing
>she's never actually gone into the guest room as far as you know
>as you get closer to the door, the crying grows louder
>Trying the doorknob, you come to find its locked
>she's definitely in there
>you knock softly on the door, the distressed sounds abruptly stop
>"leave me alone"
>you could just get the keys from your dresser but... You don't really want to twist whatever knife is in her back
"Alright then"
>with that, you turned on your heels and began walking downstairs

>>33279357
>you get down the stairs without issue, but there's not much to do
>judging by the clock it's about 1:00 in the afternoon
>feeling the emptiness in your stomach, you realize you've not eaten in hours
>grilled cheese and pickles
>easiest to make
>easiest to fuck up
>you gather the ingredients up, cheese, butter, bread, simple stuff
>the cooking begins
>it wasn't until you had enough for yourself to eat that you hatched a plot
>if svd hadn't eaten for a while either, she'd probably be starving
>lure her out with food as bait
>setting a small fan to push the smell upstairs is the easy part
>then you have to cook grilled cheese until she comes down
>after a few minutes of just that, you hear a creaking come from upstairs. Following it was the distinctive sound of footsteps
>you turn off the fan and put the grilled cheese on a separate plate
>turning around, you bring both plates to the table and set hers opposite of you
>as you set hers down, you find her looking at you
>"h-hey..."
"Hey there, I'm guessing you got a bit hungry."
>"yeah"

>>33279364
>you sit down at the table and start eating, but she doesn't sit
>or actually enter the kitchen
>she just looks between the table and the floor
>this is... Somewhat worrying
"Hey, how about you come take a seat. I don't know about you but it's been awhile since either of us have eaten"
>"alright..."
>she sits down at the table, looking like the embodiment of regret for some reason
"Are you doing alright ? You seem like you've lost all joy in life in one instant"
>"do you really need me to clue you in ?"
"Evidently"
>"so. The rebel carrying me dies, sad day. Then I get fucking scavenged by some stalker, then he sells me off to some random American who literally makes me sit outside in a snowstorm but then plays nice afterwards. I actually thought you were a good person. You were the only one who ever treated me equally... Then you just call me a spy, a liar, a betrayer.That fucking hurts... It hurts a lot. You say it was a joke but I just don't believe you"
>nearing the end of her words, she starts to trail off, voice cracking.
>she started crying right in front of you
"That's... Really accurate, and for what it's worth, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was a hard spot for you. You're a great rifle and nothing can change that"
>"if I'm so great then why haven't you shot me ? You have ammo in mags ready to use, but we haven't gone shooting once"
"we've been snowed in the entire time you've been here"
>"oh... Right"

>>33279373
>realizing the wind in her sails has... Vanished to say the least, she becomes very quiet in her chair
>after about five minutes, it becomes a bit worrying
>she's just sitting in her chair staring down at her food like she's about to cry
>you didn't even say anything rude
>did you ?
>she moves the plate out of the way and puts her head down on the table as if to become invisible in the situation
"Hey..."
>she lets out a muffled "what" rather briefly.
"I'm really sorry about... Just about everything I've said for the past few hours. I can't stand to see you like this, usually because I'm the cause"
>"if you can't stand it then why don't you do anything to fix it ?"
"Honestly, I never claimed I was smart."
>"that's pretty obvious"
>thisbitch.jpg
"You've got to work with me here. What do you want from me?"
>she turns her head from her arms and looks at you
>"honestly, I'd rather just put forth that shit happens and be done with it"
"So this means ?"
>she puts her arms up and speaks again
>"that means pick me up and set me on the couch and treat me like a princess"
>she had 0 play in her tone when she said that. She meant it.
"I think that can be arranged"
>you pick her up and well... Princess carry her to the couch and set her down, sitting next to her shortly after

>not so subtle request for svd being princess carried

>>33279385
>she leans into you and pulls a blanket up onto you both
>settling in, you put your arm around her. Stroking her hair and occasionally her ears
>she lets out a small sigh and starts talking
>"you see ? This is all I want. Not more, not less, just being comfy"
"Well if you say so. I can't always be here but I'll try my best"
>"well if you aren't here then I can just wait for you to get back. I've got time"
"Well that's a relief."
>"yeah..."
>she lets out a long, drawn out yawn
>she literally shivers from it
>weird
>by now it must be seven at night
"Well then"
>she shifts herself to face you
>"what ? I'm tired"
"I mean, it's only seven pm but you do you"
>"I thought that was your job"
>she plants a peck on your lips then turns back forward
>after a few minutes, she relaxes in your arms and you can feel her fall asleep
>there's not much you can do at this point, she might as well be covering you
>you can only lay into the couch as sleep overtakes you
>maybe this is what you need in life.

End on part 1 I guess yes

>>33279394
Now I really want a svd, goddammit.

>>33279394

That is pretty damn good shit dude. Keep it up.

good morning /wfg/!

>>33280429
Good morning anon!

>>33280452
Its 0200 on monday. What the fuck is this!

>>33280540
Serial pls

>>33280540
It's still technically morning.

>>33280600
Indeed it is. But IDK about good. In 8ish hours when I wake up it will be.

Til then mates. Keep up the good work those who write.

im finally getting out of my ass and making bins

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JTfag up to date
http://pastebin.com/Vpy1hCRw

author since archive and me dont know what the heck is going on, ill be taking care of archiving your blurbs
http://pastebin.com/QQLurNKJ

on my side previus thread is done

Thinking about trying my hand an a Geist story about an Anon who has a large number of weapons but none of them turn to their Geist form for some reason. I think I would make it rather sad and depressing but I ain't sure.

>>33281588
plot twist its on this reality

>m8 send me a mail please

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>>33262489
I just love how everyone's world converges in this fic. Also, Kimber is a hilariously awkward drunk.

>>33271857
Not a lot of war stories with our brand of upottes. Nice.

>>33270534
Sent

>>33281629
Nah that'd be too easy and not depressing enough.
I was thinking more along the lines of Anon questioning if he is actually hated by his guns after going to the range to see all the Geist and their shooters having fun but none of his rifles show that form.

>>33270534
>>33281629
Sent.

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>>33281683
This is some suffering I can get behind.

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>>33279394
Wait, isn't this that old SVD story someone wrote way back when /wfg/ first started?

>>33279562
>>33279696

Thanks, working on a part two

>>33282729
Looks like 5.56 is making a comeback.

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>not done anything for 3 days

soz,but it's been a little stormy here. I'll stop being lazy asap, i promise

>>33282729
>>33282753

Imagine the "previously on" section of a tv show, you just experienced that

http://pastebin.com/CVmw6dpJ

>>33282760

Better than me JT - I've just been waiting on my artists to stop blowing their deadlines, so my progress has effectively been halted. I wouldn't be surprised if this actually slid out to June for the kickstarter.

Guess time to edit and rewrite more...

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>>33283056
>artists
pic related

Then again, you are sorta operating a step above the rest of us

Well, i hope they get moving, i'm looking forward to your story

>>33283056
>>33283130
I've been thinking about getting some commissions done... I know what they would look like, but I'm just curious as to how others are imagining them.

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>>33283341
i might get something comissioned... as soon as i have shekels enough to be comfortable with it

>>33283341
>>33283366

One off commissions are easy - projects are a fucking nightmare. Depending on your style that you want, I have a couple of folks who work pretty quick that I can rec you. Looking for full body/color, or just bust portraits?

>>33283130

I wouldn't say operating a step above, this is my first time for all this jazz too. If anything, it's me flailing around learning what VN assets I need and constantly pestering my artists. It's like having a constant migraine - which will only get worse after the KS.

>>33283415
>Looking for full body/color, or just bust portraits?

I would be open to both. If you could to send me their contact info to my burner, I would appreciate it.

[email protected]

>>33283415
>Looking for full body/color, or just bust portraits

i don't know really. It's not gonna be for another... month or so? Just got a new job, but my employer won't tell me when i actually can start (reeee answer your fucking phone) so i need to hold real tight in my money

>>33283475
>>33283482

I'll see if I can compile a small list for you guys.

A lot of these folks have wait times, but for the one offs they should work quick. I'm too busy bashing my head in wishing I went with an Indonesian studio or something whose art would be free but take 3% profit.

If anything, it taught me to put everything on contract. Enough bitching - back to work...

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mad max: ME bump

>>33274125

Gonna post 1 a day now

>You turn on your computer, about to get to the bottom of this mystery.
>Some quick searches around the internet, on gun forums and such reveals she's a 'waffengeist'
>You spend upwards of an hour looking on the internet at these things.
>You read a story about a person who had sex with his waffengeist. Lewd.
>A while in you watch a Hickok45 video on how to keep a waffengeist happy.
>You come away from your computer with more knowledge than ever, and feel fully prepared to take care of Pico now.
>You turn off your computer and realize that Pico hasn't made a sound since she left your room.
>Slowly walking into the living room you see Pico sleeping on the couch, curled up almost into a fetal position.
>'Why would a gun need to sleep?' You ask yourself as you walk towards the couch quietly.
>You don't want to disturb Pico so you decide to sit on the coffee table.
>You watch her chest as it rises and falls gently as she breathes.
>You look at the way the curls in her hair fall over her face.
>Watching her makes you feel relaxed, and calm.
>You could stay like this for hours, watching a gun sleep on your couch. It's a weird feeling.
>A few moments later her eyes slowly open, a little dull at first from sleep, but then they brighten when they meet yours.
"Hello Signore Anon, good morning." She says, yawning softly.
>You smile warmly and reach over, running your hand through her soft hair.
"Are we going shooting today?" She asks, closing her eyes again.
>"You were only asleep for an hour or two. Be patient."
"Ok Signore, whatever you say." She rubs her eyes, yawns, and then snuggles up against the couch while you rub her head.
>It's evident that Pico has fallen asleep again, and you remove your hand again and look at it, solemnly.
>Your father always told you that when you hold your first child, it's the most wonderful thing in the world.
>You probably should have listened to him more, cause he was totally right.

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bump for small guns again

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Since small guns are on the plate for today, gonna repost link to the Vampire Pocket Loli story I wrote a while back.

http://pastebin.com/sqKviGR2

>>33285446
Tiny peestol is cute!

>>33285446
This stuff is too cute.

>>33286054
I gotta say, I thought this was pretty good. It was different than what I expected going into it. It was nice to take a break from the gritty stories like to /k/atch a predator

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>>33273816
>Springfield

>>33271801
>>33271813
>>33271826
>>33271845
>>33271857
Pretty cute my dude

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havent seen this in a while

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a /wfg/ thread dipping below page 3? not on my watch

bamp for smol peestol

>>33286054
is good
thumb up

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A-are we talking about smol girls and old stories? Is that the thread theme?
If so, I guess I'll say I made a few grammatical changes to this when I opened up the document: http://pastebin.com/00Bj0rbJ

>>33286054
Jeez I forgot how cute this is. Gets me every time.
>>33285446
Looking forward to more of this, Anon.

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>>33287375
bump on page 5 or 6 not on page 3

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Who still up RN?

Smash that bump button if youre up for real writer hours

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>>33287433
Aki is best raibu. Prove me wrong fgts.

>>33287592
>04:57
Kill me

https://wordcounter.net/

This is a site I used for school a lot. I just like seeing the numerical value of my work. it also tells you what grade level your writing is at..

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>>33287804
>Idolm@ster
>Raibu
I'm sorry, what?

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>>33287888
We Love Live now? If that's what you want Aquafag.

>>33287592
the daylights saving switch is killing me rn

post more small gun stories

>>33287592
>>33287819
>>33288101
And here I am, just at work making donuts.

>>33288101
>Wants more small gun stories

I've got a treat for you soon...

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A one off. According To It's Intended Purpose.
https://youtu.be/gi7uUZKOwaE

>Nikolai climbed into the cockpit that he'd grown so accustomed to. The alcohol tank for the use of the radar filled, he called to the crew chief to start the tractor.
>The radio presets had be set, the radar was there, though as much as he regretted it, the Groms weren't his only weapons on board.
>Much to the dismay of Nikolai, much to his despair the switch panel on the top of the cockpit was installed, and as he'd seen during his pre-flight inspection, The bomb was in place.
>In the center line fuselage pylon, the RN-24 hung under the sleek tube of the plane's dart like exterior, interrupted by the newly removed landing gear doors, which would have otherwise impinged on the bomb. Probably a bad thing with the fact that it was a ten kiloton nuclear weapon looming over his head.
>As the tractor pulled the plane onto the runway of the Dresden airstrip, Nikolai thought back to the last words he'd said to Sasha as he'd left home to report for duty as a pilot.
"Zakroy za mnoy dver', ya uydu, cyka."
>He didn't remember much anymore what their squabble was about. Only that she was opposed to his leaving and that he didn't care. Even so, he wished that he'd left her with kinder words. Such cruel words he thought. The last he'd likely ever say to his little sister.
>The tractor unhooked and left the runway. It was time to recover himself from his thoughts and start the MiG-21.
>As the engine hissed to life, Nikolai said a prayer for the souls who would perish, hoping at most that he might not be among them, or that he might be gone in the twelve minutes or so it would take to reach Prague.
>Ten minutes into his flight he'd been on approach as he flipped the overhead switches, arming the nuclear weapon. He watched as the green and red light flashed on, and flipped the switch.
>The first of the beeps began a second later. The rwr first shining, then flashing a launch.
"Goodbye Sasha. Farewel."

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>>33288694
>Nikolai braced for impact as the missile shot toward him, only reacting at all by jacking the throttle from a high military power setting of about eighty to full afterburner. His only hope of surviving was the slim to nonexistent chance that he'd travel fast enough for the missile to lose too much energy to intercept him. As he assessed just how hopeless his situation was, he viewed the non existence of the exits. The already sailed ships that could have been his survival.

>If the missile hit him and killed him, that'd be it. If it didn't kill him, he'd have to slow down to eject, assuming the plane didn't burn up before such a slowing occurred. Not that it would matter, as ejecting would almost certainly irradiate him to a lethal dose, maybe dropping him into the mushroom cloud where he'd have a tough time deciding whether he'd burn to death or irradiate to death.

>If he tried to maneuver he'd only slow himself down, potentially exposing himself further than he'd already be behind the aircraft's metal hull to the rays of the burst. Nikolai knew the extent of his situation, only taking solace in the fact that he'd served his intended purpose, using the tools he was given according to their's and even the SA-2 that was surely coming to deliver him to his doom.
>He repented his deeds as the seconds to doom passed, as so too did he.

>>33287005
>>33287261
Any more stories about Springfields?

>>33289251
Construct is working on one in his flashbacks, DUKE started one but seems to have quit. AT/JT wrote the one cap up there known as the rifle harem, it has a Springfield in it. I think Road Anon has a Springfield in his house, but I can't be absolutely certain.

That's about it as far as springfield goes...I know there's a few nuggets and other milsurp stories, and that one Mick bastard with an Irish geist in an American gun. How that happened, he still has yet to explain.

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>>33289465
>Forgetting pic related.

Don't act like it never happened guys. :^)

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>>33289503
Nigger....you haven't written it into a story yet.

I don't need to explain this one either.

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>>33289595
Picture, thousand words. Blah blah blah, you get where I'm going with this.

Besides, I get a kick out of bringing it up every chance I get.

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>>33289637
>incorrect scope
>what the fuck kinda ammo
>is missing 1/3 her hp

That's not how you treat the girl you marry, dude.

>>33289660
>Best scope RNG has granted me
>High explosive AP rounds
>Dats an affection meter

Here's the same loadout on my WA2000.
>tfw one affection point from being able to marry ANOTHER sniper rifle.

I need to save up my gems for another ring.

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>>33289714
Silly me forgetting the pic.

>>33273931
bump for answers

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>>33289143
>As Nikolai felt the reaper coming for him, something so wonderful, but so dreadful happened, to which he could only react with quizzical interrogations of no one in particular.
>The RWR stopped beeping and a flash overtook the sky for a brief time.
>When it was over, he was still flying, as he flew for a minute, then two, then three, he finally grasped what had happened...
>He'd been spared death over Prague by explosive and by radiation, and he knew in his heart why. Nikolai wasn't a naive man.
>As it occurred to him to turn around and fly back to Dresden he knew why god had smiled upon him. If the act itself of dropping the bomb, not A bomb, THE bomb on Prague wasn't his retribution, then it would wait for another occasion, and he was only spared that he may be punished more suitably elsewhere.
>"Well. I'm a pilot, I've done something history will certainly remember, that can never be forgiven. Not bad for a humble farm boy from Tula." He thought to himself.
>As he landed, he wondered how it would be perceived since Prague was now a nuclear crater after trying to liberate itself from soviet influence.
>At least he could go home to his family, and maybe next time, even leave Sasha on a better set of last words. He'd find himself a wife, get a job in a factory. Maybe he'd even live a peaceful life. From then on, he counted down the days. Until he could finally go home.

Yeah, so I've been angry at my state of boredom and not really able to write on any of my stuff lately, so I just decided to write a little one off, hopefully you found it as wrong and weird to read as I found some of it to write, and eh... Yeah.

I'm gonna go back to /pol/ at least once a day, I haven't laughed that hard in a while.

>>33290225

>I'm gonna go back to /pol/ at least once a day, I haven't laughed that hard in a while.

Something fun happened there?

>>33290554
I believe they refer to it as bantz, but the reacts when they put up the picture of the "18" year old finnish girl with the profile that said "I hate finnish men desu" were pure fucking gold.
>18
Not now. Once.
>18
Wew lads, I didn't know tinder was around in 1994.

>>33290576
...what?

>>33290756
I'm with JT on this.

What the actual fuck are you talking about, Keksodous?

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>>33290576
what

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>>33279394
I remember this story when it first came out. Liked it then, like it now. If you're adding more, I will love you forever.

>>33285446
Daww. Über daww.

>>33290225
It is interesting. I'd like to know what happens to Nikolai, though I know this is a one off. I really want to know more about him, so I think that's really good.

>>33290225
I like these short military stories. Realfag did them plenty well, and it's nice to see you do something similar, kek.

>>33276983
hits hard yo

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>>33290576
About time for Finnposting, then?

>>33293404
Around Finns, the ice is thin.

>>33293404
desu, he's right about the sauna. It really isn't a sexual thing. Okay, i have some issues because i am CATS and a little anxious about that, but he is right

>>33293578
>because i am CATS
On the internet, nobody knows you're a cat.

>>33293672

>Cut
>All
>To
>Shit

>>33294160
Ah. I googled it, and the first result was Combined Arms Training Strategies which made sense considering you.
>when everybody just wants to relax in the sauna but you're so switched on that you can't stop talking about Mechanized Infantry exercises

bump for more small guns

>After much pestering and begging you give in, promising her that today you'd bring her to the range.
>Pico can hardly contain herself, she's fidgeting on the couch, which has now basically become her bed.
>You walk into the room, testing the new hip holster you bought when you went to the range on a scouting mission.
"When did you get a holster, Anon?"
>"Yesterday, I went to the range to check around for ammo prices and they managed to sell me a holster.
"It looks very nice on you, do you mind if I..?"
>You nod, and then she's a gun laying on your couch. You pick her up gently and slide her smoothly into the holster.
>You close up your jacket and move around, swinging your arms and stretching to test the fit. Very nice indeed.
>You unzip your jacket and pull out Pico, who appears a little bit after you set her down.
>"How was it? Too tight, too loose? How did it feel?"
"It was fine, Signore, I liked it."
>"Alright good, because we're going to the range in a little bit."
>Pico smiles from ear to ear and giggles, gets up from the table and hugs you tightly.
>You forget how short she is, since she only comes up to your waist on her toes. You pat her gently on the head and break out of her hug.
>A short while later you are in the car, Pico sitting in the seat next to you. You make her put her seat belt on, then you're off.
>During the drive you turn on the radio to the classic rock channel. "Hey, what kinda music do you like?"
"I like classic music, Signore, but whatever you like I like."
>You nod and switch through the channels to find the classical music station. You find it and sit back in the drivers seat.
>You are almost through with Vivaldi's "Spring" when you pull in front of the range and find a parking spot.
>You pick Pico up, who is now in gun form and fit her into your holster before stepping out of the car.

>>33294201
Test

>>33294201
cute as fuck

>>33294183
Ehh, speaking in sauna is... hard to explain. Like unwritten rules. Not like it's not allowed, but certain topics are off limits i think

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>>33294400
...what topics?

Bumpin

>>33294415
desu, i think you are better off asking our resident Finn. He could probs give you a better answer

>You open the car door and step out, motioning for Pico to change. You slide her into the holster.
>Opening the door to the range you are greeted by a cold blast of air which makes your skin crawl.
>A moment later muffled gunshots sound from behind a glass pane in the wall, peering into the firing lanes.
>You approach the counter to order .380 ammunition from a chubby guy with a baseball cap on.
>You order three magazines worth of ammunition, enter the range and set Pico down on the table.
>You look at the other shooters on the range, and it doesn't look like any of them have geists, probably.
>You load one magazine and are afraid. You don't want to hurt Pico.
>As you think about it, a gunshot rings out, and you see brass spit out the side of the gun.
>You empty the magazine slowly, pull it out and insert a fresh one.
>You repeat this twice more and then set down Pico.
>Quietly she transforms, but she's a little different. Her face is tinged with red and a little bit of persipration.
>At first your scared that you did something wrong, but your doubts are shattered as she throws your arms around you.
"Signore Anon that was the most fun I've had in forever!"
>You look around and make sure that no one notices the random child that materialized infront of you. You gently push her off.
>You turn around to Pico and give her a pat on the shoulder. Pico looks up at you with pleading eyes.
"Can we do it again signore? Please ?" She says.
>"Alright, one more magazine, then that's it."
>Pico lets out a little cry of joy and transforms into the gun.
>You empty another magazine then you leave the range with Pico in your holster and set her down in your car.
>She's back to being a girl and is fidgeting around in her seat.
"Are you suuure we had to leave signore? I was having fun."
>"I know Pico but come on, it's getting a little late, don't you think?"
"Alright..." She says, slumping in her seat
>"Hey, are you hungry?"
"A little bit." She responds
>"Do you want ice cream?"

>All is quiet on the Writers Front.

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>>33297663
i am working, just... slowly
I need the flow so to say

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>>33297663
I've been busy with my /qst/ stuff, combined with real life. Things are coming down the pipe soon though.

At least, assuming real life doesn't interfere some more.

The terminal room was large and filled with the voices of about 60 people. There were screens hung overhead displaying departure times and itineraries. There was a baby somewhere in the room, not far enough away to be inaudible but not close enough to see.

Along one wall, there was a row of doors, each marked with a different number. People filtered through these doors, in ones and twos and leaving by the dozen.

It was a large terminal and a large space station that required it. At this time, about 8,500 people lived on the station which was locked in a low orbit around a giant gas planet.

On a normal day, more than 800 of them would pass through this room. On the day in question, it was busier than that. People stopped at the ticket desk, then they hurried to board one of the many elevators and trams that connected the far-flung parts of the space station.

But that day was different for another reason. One of the travelers, instead of waving a phone to confirm travel plans, had pulled from his pocket a golden token.

The man looked old. He was thin, with his hair was cropped pretty close and more than a little grayed.

The token was about as long as a finger and twice as wide. It was flat, like a small box of matches. The clerk looked at the man with eyes wide eyes and took the token. He dropped it into a slot on the computer.

The screen flashed information at him, which he took the time to read. “Well, Mr. Benjamin Davidson, your ticket is in perfect order.”

“It certainly is, but call me Ben.”

“Of course,” said the clerk, "Step right this way, sir."

The clerk turned and came around the counter. He reached out his hand and the man gave him the gold chip. "Thank you," he said.

The two walked through the crowd of travelers and crossed over to an elevator. The clerk pressed the call button. He said, "Alright, this will take you all the way. Have a good trip."

Ben went in and sat on the bench that ran entire back wall of the elevator. The doors closed and a moment later, it began to move.

For the first few minutes, the glass walls showed nothing but the elevator shaft. Then, the shaft ended, and the world seemed to open up. The station, expansive and blinding white, looked like a meadow. As the elevator climbed, it left the station behind. Soon, the edges became visible, then, at once, it stopped looking like the ground and began to look like a single unit, one big animal. Perhaps a fish or a whale. Tiny minnows, ships, came and went through the open mouth of the star dock.

Beyond the station, there was nothing but a few mined-out shells of asteroids and then, rotating slowly into view, was the giant gas planet that the station orbited.

But Ben looked at the floor. After several minutes, the elevator car began to slow, then it stopped. When the bell chimed and the door started to open, he looked up with sharp eyes. The door opened into a small room that had two rows of yellow chairs facing each other.

The ceiling was sloped on the edges and the walls were white. There was a plain vase with a few flowers and a stack of disposable tablets flashing articles about decorating an apartment.

Opposite the elevator door, there was a man wearing a uniform and standing behind a desk. He was telling the punchline of a joke to a young woman who was seated. She was laughing and very pretty.

They turned to look at the old man. The uniformed man asked, “Benjamin Davidson?”

He nodded, “Call me Ben.”

“How'd you like that ride?”

Ben said, “What's it so tall for?”

“The connection is better out here,” said the man at the desk, “and the early teleports had a tendency to blow up. This is a new unit, on an old platform.”

Ben still stood in the door of the elevator, then he looked back at the bench again.

The man behind the desk said, "Did you forget something?"

Ben came into the room and chose a seat. He said, "I've been an engineer for 47 years and this is the first place I've gone without my tablet."

The man at the desk nodded. "Everybody feels like that, but it's already there waiting for you. All your files will be right where you left them."

The engineer said, "My tablet is already there, huh. All my old files and memories." He turned to the woman, "I thought I left mine on the dining room table."

She was still smiling, "Maybe little robots stole it away and sent it ahead for you faster than light."

"Or maybe they just downloaded my files from the cloud onto a brand new tablet."

"How could you even tell?"

But, before the engineer could answer, the man behind the counter shuffled his papers and stood up. "Ma'am, if you'll come with me, we're ready.”

She stood up and walked to the desk. The teleport operator pressed a spot on the back wall and it started to open. He walked through the door. She followed and, soon, the smooth wall hid all trace that they'd ever been there.

The man kept his chair. After two minutes, the wall lit up with the recorded image of a woman, a newscaster. It said, “Hello, do you want to watch the news?”

The man said nothing. After another minute, the recording said, “Hello, do you want to watch the news?” Ben still said nothing. A moment passed, then the screen changed to show a man walking in the snow. The same excited woman's voice began reading a story about an eleven year old boy who had invented a pair of boots that turned the motion of walking into heat energy. According to the program, they were waterproof, affordable and easy to wear.

The newscaster babbled on excitedly but Ben sat quiet. He did not appear to pay attention but until the broadcast cut to a story about a power outage on the space station.

>>33297663
I got banned m8. Tried to start a coup against the mods

“Station Orion is entering her third day of no power and the second day of rioting. The clashes between protestors and company representatives have claimed eight lives so far. The reason for the blackout is still unknown, but experts are working non-stop.” The man gazed at the screen.

“We go now to reporter Andrae Dulkevich.” The shot cut to the kitchen of an apartment. Except for the lights of the camera and a battery lantern, it was dark. “Today we're at the home of the Philips family. How are you holding up?”

The camera moved down to show a woman and several children sitting on the floor with a dog. “Well, at first we were really worried about food. Like everybody else!”

“How about now?”

The dog came up and licked the woman's face, “The company is taking such good care of us! Three times a day, they come around with meals for us.”

“Have any of you been hurt?”

The woman said, “Yeah, David was coming out of work yesterday and somebody hit him with a bottle.”

The reporter thanked the woman and said, “Next, we go to our experts for analysis about what might happen if the power isn't restored.”

The camera cut to an clip of a riot. “Images taken after the transportation system battery backups went down, the situation isn't pretty. Today, things seem to be much quieter, fewer people on the streets now that industry on Station Orion has critically....”

The video froze. The engineer looked up to see the teleport operator. He was coming back through the door and he had his hand held up in the pause gesture. He clapped and the screen returned to the original flat white.

"Say, did you ever hear why the sun dropped out of school?”

The engineer thought for a second, “Did he realize he already had a million degrees?”

“Yeah! How'd you guess?”
“I've heard a few jokes over the years, but I don't mind hearing them again.”

Clear fluid pushed the red back into his arm. The operator looked at the vial where the clear fluid dripped rapidly. He nodded and looked Ben in the eye. “Alright, Ben, get ready to wake up on the Station Orion.”

And then Ben couldn't think of any good reason to keep his eyes open.


>this was going to be real long. update every 5 days. maybe one day
thinking about buying an
A L P H A S M A R T N E O

>>33297995
>>33298013
>>33298026
>>33298045
>>33298058

i shoulda linked or tripfagged or something. that's difficult to read.

anyway, here are the parts in order. it's about an old man cleaning up a new mess.

>>33297663
Working on something...

>>33298134
New writers are always welcome. A trip isn't completely necessary, a regular name would be fine. And yes, linking posts together help the archives anons a lot (unless you want to bin your own stuff).

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>>33298418
>construct doing stuff
Much excite

Have this celebratory light cruiser

>>33297663
Death does that, mate. Sorry.

When I'm not feeling like shit.....and only then, if there's interest.
I'm sorry, anon. I'm so sorry.

>>33298911
We're all a bunch of Internet faggots at the end of the day. Real life goes first, always

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>>33298911
I am a goddamn idiot. I did not trip.
>>33299090


I swore I would never feel
>pain, hurt, torture, disgrace, loss
I swore that none should feel it
>grief, absence, emptiness
You gave me reason
>if you hurt her, I will kill you
I entrusted you with her
>such that you will never be absolved
>it is because of her that you are permitted to live
Your wife feels the pain of your distance
>the pressure will mount
She will only know that you failed
>she doesn't blame you
You SWORE to me...
.....

Please, I beg of you....let my honor prove itself.

Let me prove myself worthy.

>you exist because she does...if she deigns you unworthy, your life is forfeit.

How can I live?

>you live because she wills it.

And she will be lifted, brother.

>>33297663
Getting close to finishing. Spent the entire day studying for an exam, however.

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>>33298452
>Celebratory cruise
Aww, thanks. Here are some kitty cats for you.

>>33298911
>>33299273
Sorry to hear that man... Time heals all things. Come back when you're ready.

>>33299275
Looking forward to it!

(I just realised I didn't bin this story when I posted it)

little background: the real-life Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department is divided into a number of divisions, Crime Investigation Bureau is one of them, 1st Investigation department investigates violent crime such as homicide, sexual crime and arson, for the sake of this story the department is further divided into at least four sections: 1st is homicide, 2nd investigates assaults, robberies etc., 3rd investigates sexual crime and 4th focuses on arson, also note that in Japan drug crime is handled by a dedicated law enforcement agency.

EK refers to Enjo kōsai or compensated dating.

>>33299845
Tokyo, May 201X

>"Ugh, I hate taking this train" you mutter to yourself as you board the packed train. You routinely scan the car with your eyes, trying not to look suspicious. In the one year you have been doing this you have yet to be noticed. Well, except for *that* person, but then again that person is special.
>"Bakashi, that guy looks nervous", a voice coming from your bag whispers, you take another look at the man the voice is clearly referring to; a thirty-something man in a suit holding a vertical bar next to a cute, shy-looking high school girl, in your opinion a prime example of a target for molesters.
>"Terrible hangover and too much coffee at work; not one of our "customers", also stop calling me that" you say out loud while holding your phone to your ear to make it look like you are talking on the phone.
>"Are you saying a hungover salaryman can't be a molester?" Haru, the owner of the voice, asks, ignoring your plea that she stop calling you that. Your name is Takashi, damn it!
>"I'm saying even if he were one, he's not in any shape to do anything, plus he doesn't smell like one" you reply, your "extra sense" hasn't failed you yet no matter how much interfering scents there have been around you, if that man was a molester he'd be producing hormones like crazy standing next to the girl.
>"What if he's into guys?" Haru asks, intent on winning the argument.
>"Then he'd be eyeing one of the two guys right in front of him."
>Haru, a youkai inhabiting an early Showa -era pistol has been in your family ever since the war, or rather your mother's family since you are a halfie. She came to belong to you around the same time you got involved in this job. You start feeling nostalgic and almost miss your station, only a punch at your side & an annoyed voice bring you back.
>"Earth to Bakashi, get out of my way!" says a new voice as a tall girl with long, brown hair in a ponytail & wearing a school uniform pushes you out of the car & onto the platform.

>>33299871

>"...Violent as ever Hi-Gori" you retort to your classmate while at the same time raising your bag to act as a shield against the attack that is about to follow.
>"What did you call me? Do I look like a gorilla to you?" Hiyori shouts as she tries to take a swing at you but misses, almost certainly intentionally. This is perfectly normal for the two of you.
>"By the way, the man you were talking about on the train is a police detective" she says, changing the subject.
>"Really? How do you know?" you ask, you have never seen him before.
>"That's because he's from the Murder Section" she replies with a matter-of-fact -tone.
>You are still sceptical, after all because of your work you have run into pretty much every detective from the 1st Section, 1st Investigation Department, Metropolitan Police Department Crime Investigation Bureau, colloquially known as "Murder Section", at least three times by now. Your Section, 3rd Section of the 1st Investigation Department colloquially knowns as "Rape Section", keeps butting heads with them on a daily basis due to overlapping jurisdiction in most cases. If the "customers" aren't violent, their victims are, at least in the cases that get reported.
>"So, are you working tonight?" Hiyori asks, meaning if you are scheduled to work on a case or a dozen at the station tonight, after all officially you can't do field work as long you are still minor & because of your unique ability you instead "work passively" every time you are out in the public, your hours doing passive field work get attributed to other detectives who collect your pay for them & hand it over to you.
>"No, I asked for the night off" you reply, you omit the details of your plans for the night, she would take it wrong if she knew where you were going, that or she'd try to tag along (and most likely succeed.)
>"Oh, good, you see I got these tickets that are going to expire & I need someone to come with me..." she tries making excuses.

>>33299871
Oh sweet, you're back again! Been waiting for a continuation from when the two got changed, but nice to get a quick reread.

>>33299888

>"I'm terribly sorry, but I asked for the night off because I have plans, I really can't postpone them this time", you reply, and are in fact telling the truth.
>"...What kind of plans?" She asks, you can't tell which one is scarier: her intuition or the way she reacts when she senses that you aren't telling her the whole truth.
>Shit, there's no way you are digging yourself out of this hole, might as well dig all the way through to the other side...
>"...I think Yoshida-san is doing EK, and considering her personality..." you start explaining, but can't bring yourself to finish your sentence, in the end you don't have to. Yoshida Emi is your fellow classmate, outgoing and liked by most, but she's also rather 'adventurous' as well as incredibly gullible. If she's doing Ek it's only a matter of time before her file lands on someone's desk at 1st Investigation Department, and you'd prefer if it was yours instead of someone from the 1st Section.
>"And you were going to leave *me* out of this?" Hiyori starts fuming. They are close, but because of circumstances you know both of them more intimately than they know each other, and neither you nor Hiyori can figure out whether the fact that it's all because of your work is a plus or minus.
>"...It's bad enough for one high schooler to go there late at night, at least if I go alone I can retreat behind my badge, but if you come we'll just look like a couple of delinquents with fake papers getting into trouble."
>"What are you getting at, do I look like a delinquent?" Hiyori is starting to get mad...
>"I'm saying I do, and a tomboy like you accompanying another teenager who looks like a "yankee" in the Red Light district isn't going to make you look like an honor student either" you explain.
>"In any case, I am going!" she says after thinking for a moment, you knew this battle was lost before it even began, but you had to at least try.
>"Fine, but we'll have to change clothes, meet you in 2 hours?"

>>33299902

>"No, I am not letting you out of my sight" Hiyori says, believing you are trying to get rid of her, which true enough *had* crossed your mind.
>"...But we need to change, we can't go there in our school uniforms" you say even though you already know what she's going to say.
>"And?"
>"...Nothing, your place or my place?" you ask as you give up trying to reason with her, causing her to turn red.
>"Wha-what are you saying?" she cries out in panic, it seems she took the bait, hook line and sinker.
>"We both need to stop by at our houses to change, and since you aren't letting me out of your sight, we'll need to establish which house we stop by first" you explain while feigning ignorance over what you said, or rather how it can be interpreted.
>"...My house" she replies after a while, still flustered from what you said, before starting to lead the way.
>As you get to her house you are greeted by her older brother who, as usual, isn't too happy to see you. Damn siscon
>"Welcome back Hiyori, looks like you picked up a creep on your way home" he says, obviously referring to you.
>"I'm back nii-san, yeah, could you keep an eye on it while I go to my room to change?" Hiyori replies cheerfully.
>"With pleasure" says the older brother with a sadistic grin on his face. Once again, perfectly normal for you.
>After Hiyori has changed you proceed to your house where she bribes your brother to watch you while you change, she may be a violent tomboy but she also knows how to get men to do her bidding...
>"Eeh, loose camo pants and a dark hoodie again?" she asks with a hint of annoyance in her voice when she sees your street clothes.
>"They are comfortable, don't stand out too much and they don't restrict my movements like 'fashionable' clothes would" you explain for umpteenth time.
>"For a plain-clothes cop you sure don't look like one" she comments further.
>"The whole idea of being a plain-clothes cop is to not look like a cop" you reply as you put on a pair of boots.