/wfg/ Writefag General- better armed than the average narc edition

>>33446220
I can't fucking post the story because the captcha thinks that I'm posting spam.

>>33446461
Screen shot it and try again?

>>33446461
you can always feed it in a pastebin and post the link

>>33446461
Pastebin it my man

>>33446220
>>33446489
>>33446490
>>33446493
Here's what I have so far.
Name is pending
https://pastebin.com/EAsu0ySW

>>33446504
It MIGHT have to do with the lenny face.

>>33446504
Wrong homonym for plain. Line 15.

>>33446532
Thanks.

Okay, so, let's try it WITHOUT the lenny face:
>06.45 hours, Monday, the 27th of December, 2099
>you've woken up before your alarm, like always
>you turn the alarm clock off to let Nonna sleep for longer.
>last night was tiring for the both of you, but you'll never complain about that
>like always your wife, and rifle, Nonna has you wrapped in her arms and legs as though you were a living hug-pillow
>Through your years of experience with Nonna you deftly escape the warm and soft comfort of her arms and your bed without waking Nonna
>it may normally be nice and warm enough for you at 15℃, but after you started sleeping with Nonna, it just isn't when you first get out of bed
>You've always liked the cold, though, so you tough through it like you always do
>you retrieve your sports bra, panties, and your over sized sleep shirt from the night before
>Having put on enough cloths to be comfortable, you head to the bathroom
>piss and shit, brush teeth, comb hair, all of that good happy shit.
>After you're done you look into the mirror
>you've never been particularly attractive in your own opinion, but you're not bum-fuck ugly either
>your face is just kinda. . . plain.
>beyond your face, you have kind-of long, strait, dark-brown hair, which you're thankful for.
>If your hair wasn't straighter than you are then it would look ridiculous when you put it into a ponytail.
>overall, you figure that you'd score around a 6 or 7 out of 10 if you asked the /b/-tards to score you
>Actually, no. They'd give zeros because you wouldn't show them your tits.
>fucking autists
>you turn around and head back into the bedroom

>>33446514
It absolutely has to do with the lenny face

use :^) instead

>>33446560
That works. Awesome.

>As you head back into the bedroom Nonna pokes her head over the comforter and softly smiles at you, strands of her silver-white hair hanging over her face
"'Утpo мoя любoвь~."('Morning, my love) she coos "How was I last night?"
"mind-blowing, as always, dear."
-need to go now. Will continue later-

>>33446713
I mean, if you want me to, I can continue later.

How did you even know I was lurking?

>>33446713
Okay, say that's your teaser. I suggest getting a few A4 pages in Gdocs or something before dropping the new one. At least personally, I think these single posts bits are a little hard to remember. But that could also be me. Personally, I go with 6-8 pages per update

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a short (yet again):

>Once I was hated: my crew hated carrying me during advance & hated me even more during retreat.
>The enemies hated me as well, for I took away hundreds of their comrades.
>Day in and day out I would mow down the advancing hordes of the enemy, taking the lives of hundreds of someone's loved ones.
>I don't even remember how many gunners I had then. Some were discharged after they could no longer handle the stress, for some the first time anyone noticed what was happening was when they took their own lives, still some died of their wounds while still holding my spade handles, pressing the butterfly trigger until the belt ran out & the assistant gunner took the dead man's place.
>Then came peace, I was in bad shape and was put in storage with cleaning & greasing as the only maintenance.
>Years later I was taken out of storage and given a complete overhaul, once again I'd be carried by a crew who hated every second of it. I didn't care, for when I'd be taken to the range my crew would always argue who got to shoot first, it was then that I knew I was loved.
>Years went by, hundreds of young men, just boys really, would carry me, curse my weight and then fight over who gets to shoot me first. It was good; being shot without anyone dying, hearing the boys' exaggerated stories of their adventures on their last leave, the same old jokes told by the same aging instructors to the boys who always stayed the same age.
>But it didn't last, one day I was given another overhaul & put in storage, there were rumors that I along with my sisters would be scrapped; the politicians were opposed to military weapons being surplussed & sold to civilians.
>Then the day came, I was taken out of storage, thrown on a truck and taken to a recycling plant.
>The armorer didn't want to sign me off.
>The truck driver didn't want to take me and my sisters to the plant.
>The workers on the plant didn't want to scrap me.
>But politicians wanted.
>I was a medium machinegun once.

>>33447612
aw fuck, i don't need these feels before sleep

>>33446713
-cont
>As you head back into the bedroom Nonna pokes her head over the comforter and softly smiles at you, strands of her silver-white hair hanging over her face
"'Утpo мoя любoвь~."('Morning, my love) she coos "How was I last night?"
"mind-blowing, as always, dear." you say to her.
>Her ice-blue eyes shining with pride as her wolf-like ears perk up
>You're pretty sure that you see her trying to wag her tail under the covers
"We have some time before you must open zhe shop, how about we go anozher round before breakfast, Tanya?" Nonna whispered as she seductively crawls our from under the covers towards you, exposing her ample bosom and her almost perfect skin, it being pockmarked with scars from various damage that she'd sustained over the two centuries or so that she's been alive.
>She always knows how to get you going, but now isn't the time, and you have the will to be able to resist.
"We can't. Not now, anyway. If we did, we'd be in here for a few hours at least, covering the act and recovery time" You tell Nonna as you walk over to her and pet her head as you walk past to get your watch.
>Nonna sits on the bed and begins to pout until she realized how cold it is and begins finding her own cloths.
"So, any plans for today?" Nonna inquires as she puts her ancient fatigues on, which are still good as new.
"We don't have any scheduled pickups of repairs for today, so all I need to do is work on the Izhmash AGV-96 that Karl brought in on Friday. What was her name again? Natalia"
>You walk out of the bedroom with Nonna following you into the kitchen, right across the hall.
"It was Natalia, yes." Nonna responds as she wraps her arms around your shoulders and rests her head on top of yours.
>You go through your cabinets and find the oatmeal. Oatmeal is a good, quick breakfast.
"Awesome. Wouldn't want to accidentally call her something else on accident." you laugh as you fix up bowls for Nonna and yourself.

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>>33448328

>>33448328
This is some comfy stuff, I look forward to more!

>>33448328
>Minutes later the bowls are prepared and the tow of you go into the living room to watch the news. It's a lot different than it was in the 2010s, apparently.
>The vast majority of the anchor now were at some point, or still are, successful and trusted video makers on various vid sharing sites.
>It's more like an informative podcast than what you've read it was like back when Trump got elected. Best damn thing to ever happen to the US, and eventually, the world, that, but what's happening now?
>Xenos/Human socialists protesting, trying to get the Sol Confederation to stop making people work for themselves. It was mostly peaceful, outside of one instance where one of the Xenos tried to attack an onlooker who called them retarded.
>The Xenos failed and was held down by several of the other protesters.
"At least they're not all mindless shit-stains like the Regressives were."
"Zhe Fascists of my first war were worse. It was fun crushing zhem." Nonna says as she finishes her bowl and moves to sit in your lap.
>Your bowl is finished as well, so you stack them and hold your arms open for your her to take a seat
>Nonna takes her seat as you wrap your arms around her. You continue watching the news from over her shoulder.
>German Humans have settled a third planet in Alpha Centauri for the SC.
"Good for them."
"Пoиcтинe" (Verily)
>New plasma caster design by H&K has been admitted to military trials despite only gauss, rail, and traditional firearms being admitted previously.
"Shit. you'll need to catch up on how to maintain and repair those. If that gets accepted by even just Finland or one of the outer worlds, a shit tone of people are going to buy them" you complain
>Nonna swishes your face with her tail.
"It's still more business, and that means more money" she chides. Playfully implying that she wants some of the old milserp.

>>33448707
>>33448882
Thank you.
This'll be my last for right now. I'll come back later tonight or tomorrow.

>>33448919
The pastebin:
https://pastebin.com/EAsu0ySW

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I am still alive. Life is returning to normal, and will hopefully stay that way.

Writing has started once more

>>33448939
You might want to work on plural/singular verb tense (the Xeno/Xenos failed and was/were held down), common word transcription errors (two/tow), and what a ton/tonne/tone is.

Other than that, I look forward to more.

>>33449901
Thanks, Will.
(I already fixed the tow/two one in the pastebun.)

>>33450090
FFS, I forgot about my name field when posting. I as worried for a minute there.

Unless it's easier to keep the name, but then what's the point of anonymity?

>>33450122
Kek. Also, I didn't know that you were lurking.>>33446782
(There wasn't enough room in my post >>33448328
to include a response.)

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>>33451088
Heil

>>33449296
Good to hear, don't want you falling of the earth

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Bump for precious milsurp rifles.

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Lunch time bump.

I wish I could play my guitar for the thread and put a performance in for my character at the end. sadly someone's always asleep around here anymore.

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>>33440382
>>33440424
It's fine. My favorite rifle (that I own) is my Argentine Mauser. It's got irons. Hell, only gun I have that has anything is baby's first AR.

>>33443137
Scary sleeping kisses. Macking on a hot blue babe, suddenly wake up in a bathtub, covered in ice and missing your kidneys.

>>33446504
>>33446713
>>33448919
Whoo! Future space yuri and milsurp! Whoo!

>>33447612
Aww. Fuck. I don't want to cry. And I'm not even drunk yet. Hell, I'll love a Maxim. Even if the closest I'll ever get to one is singing Tachanka.

>>33449296
Glad to hear you're returning to normalcy.

>>33454092
Yeah, I didn't need those anyway.

>>33448919
>The spam-cans are still around, but extremely rare now. Izhmash has actually started to accept private orders for newly made cans, but they're expensive. Almost a full credit for every 15 rounds
>for fuck's sake, one credit will get you 200 6.5mm tungsten slugs for the smaller bore Gauss guns
>Decide to pretend to be ignorant of Nonna's unspoken request for now

>Next on the news:
>The Krat have declared war on one of our trade partners, the Scatri. The SC counsel deliberates on how to retaliate without endangering our still developing worlds.
>The Krat are an Insectoid race of Xenos, most closely resembling Earth's Lobsters. They attempt to expand at any chance that they get and they breed so quickly that it's next to impossible for most to fend off their land invasions.
>They start to burrow as soon as they make planetfall and start setting up spawning pools
>Humanity won, though. Most other races never developed flamethrowers. They all saw it as a waste of fuel, or that it was too cruel a weapon.
>A Human on Alpha Centauri who was a weapon's collector took out an old M2 Flamethrower that he had and used it to start flushing out the tunnels. Soon, every still able-bodied man, woman, and child on that rock had an improvised flamethrower and their Gauss Rifles at the ready.
>It was just enough to halt the Krat's advance long enough for the SC military to arrive.
>Humanity got a lot of good rep for holding the line and pushing them back, but if the fleets hadn't gotten there when they had the planet would still have been overrun.
>The colonists only had enough fuel left for another hour of fighting by the time they were relieved and they had been pushed back quite far. Over 80% of their settlements were taken before the military arrived, but no-one ever talks about that
>A statue of the first flamer was raised with his battle-cry of "AVE NEX ALEA! SALUTO NEX ALEA" engraved into it along with how he died.
-cont

>>33454448
>A statue of the first flamer was raised with his battle-cry of "AVE NEX ALEA! SALUTO NEX ALEA" engraved into it along with how he "died".
>The glorious bastard went up in flames when one of the Krat shot the fuel line.
>the madman just took out his knife and charged once he was lit. He didn't even take his fuel pack off after it burst
>They never found his body. I like to think that the reports of Krat patrols having been sloughtered by someone with a knife and flamethrower were him. Ave Nex Alea. Glory to the /k/ube.
>Only /k/omandos are insane, and confident, enough to use a flamethrower that hadn't been properly serviced in more than 100 years and then charge a 6' tall lobster with a knife after being set on fire.

This one's short. I need to leave to get ready for work now.

I wish I could write well
tfw also cant even come up with not shitty ideas to try

>>33454717
And a Jagdtiger fighting aliens goes as not-silly? Or girl but IT'S ACTUALLY A GUN

We're not picky, ya know

>>33454794
I'll try but I think my writing skills are still pretty shitty kek

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a little slice of life for Anon and Emily since I've been mentioning them so much.

"The years have been pretty good since I stopped shooting shit to earn my pay." I thought to myself as I sat on the porch of my home in Montana. Of course there'd been the challenges of machine shop life, but I've more or less gotten by unscathed. Scars and all.
>"Lemonade's ready, Anon" Emily called as she brought the tray out to the porch, sat it on the table and poured us some lemonade before sitting down in her rocker.
>"You know something, Anon? I had my doubts, but sitting out on the porch like this is really nice."
"I grew up in the city where you couldn't do this, no shaded porches, then there was this neighbor named Phil who would sit out like this every day with his poodle."
>"Is that where you got the idea?" Emily asked, gazing at me with the blue eyes that reflected so brightly with her chestnut brown hair.
"Well, my grandparents had rockers I would sit in when I was little."
>"Little one in three... Two..."
>"Daddy, who's that lady with you in this picture?" My daughter asks, lugging up a family photo album
"Which picture?" I ask, picking her up and putting her on my lap, holding the photo album for her to swing through.
>"This one!" Jane exclaims as she pointed to it.
"That's mommy when we were younger." I offer.
>"But she has green eyes, and mommy has blue." Jane retorts, admittedly a good point if we were a normal pair of humans.
>"Mommy had an accident and her eyes turned blue." Emily answered, clearly amused with her daughter's inquisitive nature.
>"But then who's she with in this picture?" She asked, flipping a couple pages over to a picture of the two of us, taken before my run in with poorly to well aimed Zimbabwean explosives and a great deal of luck.
"That's me!"
>"But... you look so different." Jane puzzled.
"Daddy had an accident too." I offered, now sharing in Emily's amusement, and exchanging a knowing glance with her.

>>33454950
Tbh it's hard to keep track when you do these single posts

>>33454950
>"...What kinda accident?" Jane asked. In the corner of my vision I could see Emily's face go blank.
"The kind of accident that's rude to ask about." I answer to her, just a little bit of reprimand in my voice.
>Jane looked over to Emily and realized what she'd done, shrinking in place just a little before apologizing.
"I'm Sorry. I didn't mean to make you sad."
>"It's okay, Jane. I forgive you. Anon? Bring her here, please."
>"Come sit on mommy's lap." She says as I hand Jane over to her.
"I'm gonna go put this back."
>As I walked back in the house and got back to the closet where we kept the photo albums, I couldn't help but look through some of them. Old photos of Emily and I trodding through the islamic republics of europe, playing cardgames in dull tents, drinking with old friends, sleeping anywhere and everywhere, like on top of vehicles, underneath vehicles, using rocks as pillows. There were even s few of Emily and I walking through killing fields in europe or shooting in Rhodesia. One particular photo caught my attention, though.
>A photo of cody, a scrawny redheaded ginger man, about five eight and weighing in at approximately a hundred and not much. He was covered head to toe in grease from fixing the MRAP and standing on its hood, giving a one finger salute to the sunset in south africe. I put the book in its place and close the closet door.
>As I reach the porch I find Emily gently swaying in her rocking chair, Jane asleep on her lap.
>"See something, Anon?"
"Just a few pictures."
>"It's been seven years."
"I know. But if you knew what you know now, and you found yourself back there, would you do it again?"
>"Yeah. You?"
"I'd do it." I remark. Taking a sip of my lemonade. "Maybe we'll head back there some day."

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Act 2

Part 1 - The Sound of the End

Yantar. Another day where the sky felt more like a waterfall. A couple of flashes would light up the crumbling brick facade. Some from the errant lightning strikes, and others more man-made.

No one would visit this god-forsaken place anymore. The scientists had left months ago to their newer site by the Jupiter Plant. The facility itself had been picked clean on the old rush to the center of The Zone. Its out of the way location would make it perfect for some of the shadier characters of the zone, but its haunting legacy kept most at bay. The occasional story told by a stalker who went to take a look, and would still find the odd zombified Stalker, flesh melted to the firearm they refused to let go, pulling a trigger that long ago stopped functioning. That and the other assorted mutants who flourished in the absence of man.

More flashes, but in a quicker succession. A brief pause. A single, brighter flash in response. Louder than the others, if anything could be heard over the worsening storm.

The only thing Yantar still had, and would forever hold, would be it’s history. It was an open library of everything detestable about the zone. The blatant profiteering of artifact hunting; the senseless violence of its mutated wildlife, a gigantic gravestone to the scientific arrogance of man. Hell preserved for those who would be willing to go to the edge of the zone to find it.

Another crack. Pause. Crack. Pause. A shower of smaller pings against the side of a rusted out bus; as if someone forgot their change in the laundry machine.

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>>33455567

“If he’s using buckshot at this range, he must be getting desperate,” you mutter to yourself, nervously peeking through the windows of the bus. However, you weren't doing much better.

This trip out to Yantar has cost you. Getting those artifacts to barkeep, however late that detour took you, won you some favor. A couple of other tasks, and finally a lead.

Someone once traded with someone who sounded like your brother at the yantar plant. How long ago, they didn’t know. He used to run the route a lot, apparently. And that was as good as it was going to get. It took a while to guide yourself out here, but Lucy became more familiar with the surroundings the closer you got. Good girl.

It was a pleasant walk, full of talking to her to keep the time.

What was not pleasant was the increase in mutants as you go further along.

Not pleasant at all was just how much ammunition you had gone through on your rifle, scaring them off or killing a couple in the occasional scuffle. So far away from the stash point holding all your ammunition, you pressed forward.

And now, right at Yantar, you’ve run into the type of problem barkeep told you didn’t plague the facility anymore: Stalkers.

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>>33455580
Or a Stalker. With a very tenacious attitude towards your continued living. He opened fire the moment you walked into the valley, and has not stopped even in the suddenly worsening weather.

You take a step back and try to peek over with Lucy, your SVD. You’re not sure what she is, an artifact, a blessing, or an incredibly vivid hallucination. The Zone is a strange place. But now, right now when it counts, there’s no greater insurance than a rifle that can spit out 7.62x54 at distances of 800m with incredible accuracy.

A bit of movement, and you swing to track-

Another rattling of buckshot against the side of the bus, and you pull down. You’ve got the better weapon for this sort of thing, but the other stalker is hell bent on wasting everything to keep your head down. Ammunition you did not have to respond in kind.

Visibility is already terrible through the downpour too. You’re too tired to think of anything clever at this point, with how long this has been going on. You don’t care about reason anymore, this guy needs to die or get it over with.

And now what is absolutely not pleasant is the funny color the sky is just turning. You know what this mean, and the other Stalker sure as hell does as well. A quick glance, and he still hasn’t moved, however.

You’re not playing this waiting game. You were lucky, once, to survive an emission. Something that still leaves you queasy and not quite sure about your life expectancy, but something you don’t want to experience again.

Behind you is a concrete bunker, a 100 meter sprint through more rusted wreckage, collapsed walls, and assorted fauna. And the most secure thing in this whole valley you reckon.

You peek up and fire an errant shot, and then start sprinting.

Not the smartest move, but staying in an emission is not one of those either.

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>>33455588
You have precious seconds before the other Stalker figures out what’s going on, you’re already halfway there before he crests the position of the bus you were at and takes another errant pot shot. He must be running to the same shelter too, as his aim is wild and you don’t even hear the ricochet.

The rapid swish swish of the suit material, the bouncing weight of the pack and chest rig, the increasingly fogging glass plates , and the deepening groan of the sky that can now be heard over the deafening rain accompany you on your last leg of the journey.

The last sign making a pacifist out of your seconds-ago would-be murderer as you look over your shoulder to see him running even faster then you are; his shotgun now slung up as he sprints to the same shelter you are.

The top hinge of the heavy outer door is broken, leaving it ajar. Perfect for your to jump over the small threshold and into the second space. You don’t even think, just pray as you grab the heavy inner door and push with all your might. It budges just a bit, enough for you to throw yourself through. But enough time for the other man to get to the outer door.

Turning around, you start to heave the door shut as you hear a muffled scream and a hand reach forth. There’s no hesitation as you seal the small gap and rapidly spin the lock. The bunker starts to rattle as the zone opens itself once again, but somehow the muffled banging of the door behind you is louder.

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>>33455596
Rapidly now, you back away and just stare. Who knows if this bunker is safe, what horrors might have taken refuge in the time since humanity left it. Who knows if it’s even safe from an emission? But you mind does not ponder these things; just staring at the door.

The banging continues for a while. Bang. Bang.

Each dull thud reverberating, condemning you as you have condemned the man on the other side.

The banging slows. And the banging stops.

You’re not sure how long Lucy has been standing next to you now, or how long she’s been holding onto you. Weather she’s just as scared as you are, horrified, or something else entirely, you are not sure.

You continue to stare at the door in dread, the weight sinking in. The bunker continues to rattle.

FInally, you come out of your stupor at a particularly loud bang at the door, and then silence.

You’re soaked. You’re tired. You’re terrified of what you’ll have to find on the other side of that door. And as you collapse against the opposite wall, Lucy sits down next to you. Taking off your mask and hers, she leans forward and does her typical blank stare into yours. You’re not sure if she understands what just happened, or she’s just silent out of consideration, but you wouldn’t have the time or energy to explain anyways. You pull out your makarov, and lean into her. The blowout seems to be over, but the storm is still raging outside.

And you’re not ready to find out what’s on the other side, as your adrenaline high has worn off. Leaning both on the metal bunker wall and her, you collapse into her shoulder. Glad for the miracle that is your wonderful rifle, you quickly drift to sleep.

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>>33455602

And that concludes this part.

Thank you everyone for reading.

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>>33455605
Damn good stuff, my man

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>>33455950

Thank you kindly. If this is your first time reading, I suggest you check out the Prologue and Act 1 in the pastebin.

If you are already a longtime reader, thank you so much for your patience and compliments. It means a lot to me that someone remembers this early piece of /wfg/ fondly.

>>33455605
You're back!!!!
Glad to know you're still alive and have the drive to write; loved your stuff since I first read it.

Found some perfect fic material
http://www.thefirearmblog.com/blog/2015/04/02/wa-2000-seized-canadian-drug-trafficker-given-local-club/

>>33457562
>TFB
I'm not sure if I am up to speed: does /k/ still hate Alex & assume anyone promoting TFB is Alex shilling for his blog?

>>33457605
Dunno, just wanted to post what would normally have the gun end up in a furnace.

>>33454465
>The Scatri are a short bipedal bear-like race.
>They usually don't get much taller than 5', if that.
>Their fur ranges about the same colours as earth's bears
>They have extremely advanced military tech, but generally prefer to sell their weapons to others.
>The Scatri can still fight well, despite preferring others to do their fighting for them
>They're otherwise kinda like the old stereotype of the jew, but not as bad as the stereotype.
>For instance: They will do all that they can to keep you from ever being indebted to them for anything.
>The Scatri were the first xeno race that we came into contact with.
>First contact was in 2042

-Info dump on the two races is done. I will continue once I've got enough for a full post-
Also, bump for the thread.

I'm digging how much of a scifi/xeno turn these threads are taking

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New update for that still unnamed story I'm working on. Would appreciate any suggestions.
https://pastebin.com/zy7SsnSy
Cranked this out while I was writing The Road Home, so I should have an update on that this thread.
Also, would you prefer I stick with this format for this story, or would you guys rather I post the actual story?

>>33458209
Forgot my name. Oops.

>>33458301
>an actual story
Greentext IS an actual story. It's just easier to write.

>>33458328
I meant post in the greentext format.
I already do that for my other two stories, but since I started this one on pastebin, I've just continued posting pastebin links.

>>33458372
I think that you should do you.
If you're more comfortable with greentext, then use greentext. If not, then go traditional.

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>>33446220
Been a while since I've been around these parts, but thought I'd pop in to shill my book. Well not really shill; it's free today and tomorrow (March 28/29). Zombie survival, heavy emphasis on realism and survivalism, accurate and descriptive usage of firearms. All that good shit. Also wrote a sequel but I have to wait a month before I can do a promotion with it. Here's a link to said free book!

Living amongst the Dead
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M7S2Z0R

There's even a feminist who gets kinda/sorta raped, so hey, there's something for everyone! Also some sweet bayonet action, which I think is sadly lacking in zombie media.

>>33458689
I love zombie fics, I'll give it a read and review as soon as I have time.

>>33458301
I have to reiterate just how much I like this story. The concept is great, and you've squashed my concerns about character development in the last two updates. The way you post it now is fine with me as well.

I'll be looking forward to that Road Home update!

>>33458301
>>33458372
Whoops, forgot my name.

>>33458899
Right on, thanks, I hope you enjoy it!

>>33455602
>Dat gif
Love me some STALKER: Call of Pripyat. Misery and The Armed Zone mods all the way, because I'm a fucking masochist like that. I've actually wanted to write a book set in that sort of Universe but I was afraid of copyrights and shit like that. Ended up writing Firearm Valhalla instead, a little novelette (real term) that I ultimately dedicated to /k/ in my own semi-subtle way. Pretty much inevitably I gave the main protagonist an AK-74. Not even an AK-74M, I don't think. Posted the start of the book in /lit/ when I had cemented the beginning and even they quite liked it.

>>33450532
I don't need it, but none the less, I want that mug.

>>33458209
"We should have never accepted their armistice. Zhe attacked our planet, yet we allow zhem to slink away wizout so much as taking one of zheir worlds?!" Nonna screams at the monitor.
>The two of the five anchors agree.
>The other three are more skeptical, believing that attempting to take of the worlds that they already controlled would have wasted too many of our men and women
>one of the first two argues that the planet didn't need to be kept, and that glassing it from orbit would have been the way to go.
>one of the latter three agrees under the stipulation of the assumption that taking the planet and system was the only way to get the to stop attacking us.
>the argument of whether or not we should even use orbital bombardment EVER, let alone NUKES is brought up
>This happens almost every time these five start talking about expanding the SC.
>look at watch
>it's 07.45
"While I agree that it would have been nice, It's about that time, honey." I murmur into Nonna's ear
>Nonna makes a slight whimper as she stands up from your lap
"It never lasts long enough. . ." She grumbles
>you give her a kiss and tell her that you're sorry as you go back to the bedroom to get dressed.
>you've never been one for the whole "girly" thing outside of when Nonna asks you to for some fancy restaurants or other.
>You've kind of just always dressed in loose fitting clothing that you thought was a good compromise between comfort and utility.
>Being the daughter of a mechanic with five boys and one girl didn't help that, but you're glad that it happened this way.
>small men's cloths are much cheaper than women's cloths.
>You put on a black kevlar jumpsuit
>You love this jumpsuit. It's so fucking comfortable. it's next to impossible for someone to cut through it on their first swing, it has knee and elbow pads, it's got sections for you to put in ballistic plates, and it has SO MANY POCKETS
-cont

>>33459031
>You grab your glasses, put them on, and go back into the living room to find Nonna arguing with the news anchors through the live chat.
>Wait. is it really not just a podcast that stays more on-topic?
>You're pretty sure that that's what it is, but you don't care enough to argue with yourself over the semantics of, it at the moment, at least.
>You smile at Nonna as she furiously types on the holographic keypad
>She's so fucking cute when she gets serious
>You head down the hall, past your computer room/library, the guest bedroom, and another room that is also kind of a library (specializing in P&P RPG rule and splat books), to the back of your third floor home and head down the stairs.
>The second floor acts as housing for your other guns. You've never not showed favoritism, and so they don't really have any hard feelings about Nonna being the only one who gets to sleep with you
>Some of them have even gotten into relationships with each other.
>You don't mind, but it does make it kinda weird for you on range days, though they all seem fine with it.
>You own, besides your Vintovka Mosina M91/30 (Nonna), a Colt 1911 from 1915 (Gloria), an AK-47M (Katyusha(Katya)), A 2021 reproduction of a Colt peacemaker (Windy), An Izhmash 10mm Legkiy Gauss-Pulemet [Light Gauss MG] Model 2075/80 [LGP-75/80] (Stella), a 19mm Bolter rifle that your Grandfather made (Gabriella), and an H&K G3 (Hanna).
>Your collection was mostly gotten through your grandfather, who was a /k/omando during the "great meme war".
>It was fun to listen to his tails of autism fueled success.
>You'd be surprised that he ever managed to have children, let alone find a loving wife if waffegeists couldn't have children.
>You still have no fucking clue how that works. They're guns. How do they get pregnant?
>With that thought in your mind, you finally descend to the ground floor of your shop/home.
>The stares go down into your workshop/warehouse

>>33458689
u R gud riter

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>>33458278
sorry if my updates are taking time. things are happening, including work. I am working, i promise

>i washed 300 tires today
>some are like 80% of body weight

>>33459057
danks u

>>33458301
I need moar

>>33459049
>Your shop smells glorious, as always.
>Gunpowder, Oil, and Iron.
>You will lever understand why people don't like this smell
>The only thing that could make it better is if the smell of napalm or brewing alcohol was added to the mix.
>Those aren't happening, though.
>Too many things could make the napalm or booze explode back here.
>You make a u-turn and head out through the industrial-grade blast-doors behind the stares and walk up to the main room.
>Your house's living area is essentially built above and in-between two warehouses. One in the front for all of the shit that you sell
>Guns, ammo, knives, accessories, cleaning supplies, parts, various other melee weapons
>Anything that can be used to kill, for defense OR offense, you probably have.
>A good amount of it's even made by you personally.
>You go up to the front door and flip on the OPEN sign and flip over the sign on the door.
>Katyusha and Hanna are already up and about
>They're doing their usual routine of taking inventory and general maintenance while bickering about how things should be done.
>You're not sure how they can be so adversarial while still being in a relationship, but if it works for them then it works.
>Sure, you understand that people will argue over things no matter what if they're near one another for long enough, but those two just don't STOP.
>Even when they fuck (Which you heard one time while trying to find them for something)
>They would argue about literally everything the other did and try to correct them in accordance of what they thought was right
>Yet, they still genuinely seem to care for one another.
>Whatever. The mystery of how it is that they stay together will probably never be solved. Not by you, at least.
>Stella is behind the counter with Gabriella, and Gloria and Windy are probably off doing paperwork or something.
>whelp, it's about time you took a look at the AGV-96 that Frank brought in.

Done for now. I'll be back later.

>>33459335
*never, not lever
(How the fuck did I hit the 'l'?)

>>33460344
I've always loved that one.

>>33459348
Hey man, me again. You and your goddamn homonyms.
>>33459049
>The stares go down
>>33459335
>behind the stares
I think you mean stairs

>>33459049
>his tails of autism fueled success.
Tales, probably.

Also, have you noticed that your guns all have names ending in an open vowel?

>>33459066
I used to work at a car wash, but it was more a /whole vehicle/ thing. What kind of job makes you wash only tires? Even tires that weigh 80% of a human's bodyweight?

>>33458689
Couple of simple things I noted in that update, but I was more engrossed with the reading rather than the editing.

All in all, writefags, I enjoyed immensely and eagerly await more.

And...uh...since I'm always doing this editing shit, I may as well namefag.
>even though it was a joke that I actually forgot about

>>33461093
And of course, I forget to namefag

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>>33455605
>SMALL DOSE OF ZONE RETURNS
Loved the update, and fucking glad to have to back.Interesting to see the golden boy of cordon have a moral dilemma, however minor.
>inb4 controller in the bunker
Note to Tourist: I fucking love your story too, and this does not give you permission to stop.

>>33446220
What are some books about legal or illegal gun modification with reference pictures? I don't want to shoot up a school, I just want to 3d model them and thought this'd be a good place to ask.

>>33461093
Will, truly you are a godsent.
(I wish Pastebin had a grammar check option. . .)

>>33461510
I mean, I know why it DOESN'T, but still. . .

>>33461568
>>33461510
>he doesn't write it in Word to correct misspellings, upload it to google docs for his beta readers to evaluate, correct and offer criticism, copy the finished product to his public pastebin then break it up for posting into the thread

Amateur hour desu senpai

>>33461589
>implying that I could have beta-readers
>implying that I have a version of word older than 2003
>implying that I would ever get a new version of word (That costs money.)

>>33461718
It was just bantz, my man. No need to apologize for creating content. Google Docs is a half decent free word processor though, if you don't mind registering an account.

>>33461777
I don't want to have to post in three places, but Google found at least five different mistakes that no-one had mentioned to me and I hadn't seen as soon as I put it in there.
Thanks for the advice.

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Fresh of the slow presses, I got another character sprite. A /wfg/ exclusive update!

"Where Poppies Grow" - coming to you... eventually..

>>33462448
>surly medic
One of my favorite tropes!

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Some other stuff to also prove I'm doing work!

Maybe I'll go for a May kickstarter - least the programming is getting done.

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>>33462010
Considering how often Word or Google docs fucks up, I find that multiple instances of human interaction works best.

And having feedback other than a red or green underline is good, but not having a goddamn useless paperclip spout bullshit about what it looks like I'm doing is even better.

Lastly, there's a slew of text editors out there for free. Pic related. And I can recall a bunch of youtube commercials for one that's free and determines syntax and shit.

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>>33462474

Ah-hah! Hopefully I manage to avoid most of the bad tropes with the writing, especially since I was going for a war VN that doesn't spread heroism like it's common.

Note the different uniforms.

>>33462448
>>33462482
>>33462510
Looking pretty good. I'm excited for you man.

>>33462510
>implying M*A*S*H had any bad tropes
Jerk-with-a-heart-of-gold medic is fine, Author-kun. Very much looking forward to this VN. Be sure to let us know when you finally open the kickstarter so I can toss you a few shekels. I'm sure JT will also stuff bills in your metaphorical g-string.

>>33462448
>>33462474
>>33462510
Can't wait for you to take the next step senpai. I'll be rooting for you.

>>33462499
I've never seen google docs fuck up (I've been using it for a while, I'm just lazy. I also forgot that it checks your grammar.)

>fucking clippy
Why did that ever exist?

If you have any grammar checking ones that you'd suggest instead of Google, I'd be happy to us it.

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>>33458689
>/wfg/ has legit writers in its midst

We continue to grow stronger...

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>>33462474
>>33462538
>>33462564
>>33462652

Thanks for the kind words, it's you guys that keep me going!

Take a Beatrice as thanks!

I'm not sure if this is the write thread to ask this, but does anyone have the military greentext where the guy and his unit started watching monster girl hentai? I remember one detail was their commanding officers were trying to decipher what the hell they were saying when they called each other a "baka ass motherfucker" or said that someones waifu was shit.

>>33462448
Exciting!

>>33461093
It's not big tires desu, it's a normal garage I guess. I'm just not very big

>>33463312
Aw shit, I remember that greentext but I don't have it. Hit up the Monster Girl thread on /jp/ for that one

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>>33462786
Trust me. G-Docs fucks up.

>>33463312
please don't tell the Marines about Hellhounds

>>33463693
>Marines
>not deliberately picking the most insane and horrific monsters to fuck solely to prove that they have

Never actually met a Marine, have you?

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>>33463693
>>33463716
>marines
>hellhounds

It would be magical

>>33463716
>>33463693
>>33463756
>what the actual fuck are you talking about
This is also the point at which I point out that I once ate crayons, too, and was introduced to this particular Indonesian wall paint sharing domain by another crayon eater.

>>33462786
Clippy existed simply because the PR dept of MS decided that having a cartoon character assist you in doing shit on a computer (remember, computers were still relatively new back then) would be more helpful and friendly to the new user. Instead of learning how to search for answers on what type of essay or letter or other form of formal documentation online (a considerably more daunting task than just typing shit on a blank screen to these new users), Clippy would detect something was wrong with the document, or detect what type of common document you were writing, and prompt you with a question about what you were doing and ask if you required assistance. I don't recall when Clippy was permanently rejected, but I like to think their PR group pulled their heads out of their own asses.

Oh, that online/app grammar checker with the commercials was called grammarly. I haven't used it, but if it was blitzing TV/YouTube/other media forms for presence and coverage, it has to be worth something for the marketing effort.

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>>33463796
>he doesn't know about Monstergirl Encyclopedia
Oh, my sweet Summer child.

>>>/jp/16776467
http://monstergirlencyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Monster_Girl_Encyclopedia

If you investigate nothing else, read this pastebin for a /k/ as fuck monstergirl story:
https://pastebin.com/7yrKL6dj

>>33461452
Please respond, any reference materials or books on bootleg or home made guns or other weapons?

>>33463913
Honestly dude, you aren't in the right thread. Thankfully, i have had this link saved for quite some time. Mind you, any information seen here is FOR ACADEMIC PURPOSES ONLY.

https://www.dropbox.com/sh/6ff92tyk50yqya2/AAABz_QkvDzpxzAJhf0AvjkBa?dl=0
>>33463836
Yeah, no, I'll stick to my current fetishes.

>>33463958
>Yeah, no, I'll stick to my current fetishes.
Wise choice. Monstergirl enthusiasts tend to be degenerate as fuck. Regardless, the pastebin I gave you is a very well written story. Read that, enjoy it, and never EVER glimpse into the community it came from again.

>>33463958
Thanks man. It's not completely relevant but it's at least useful to study the way they function. I feel almost dirty reading this, but I think it's totally worth the watchlist I just joined.

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>>33446220
Bumping with some concept art.

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>>33461093
>>33458689
Thanks a lot, I'm glad you enjoyed it! I actually wrote a sequel. I'm going to put it on a Kindle Countdown discount in about a month's time but if you're feeling generous, it's $2.99 right now. Living amongst the Dead: Dark Days.

Living amongst the Dead: Dark Days
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XWCKGZ6

>>33463049
>legit writer
If I weren't so fucking sick and feeling like a wet sack of assholes, I could probably almost squee. Not literally, but suffice it to say, thank you very much for the compliment. For anyone who hasn't gotten it yet, the first Living amongst the Dead will continue to be free all day today (March 29) so get it while it's hot! Like I said, in about a month's time I'll be doing another promotion. My first four books will be free (including Firearm Valhalla which is an action and semi-Post-Apocalyptic novelette that I dedicated to /k/ in my own way in the Dedication section) and that sequel that I finished a few days ago, LatD:DD, will be brought down to either $0.50 or $0.99 USD depending on how low they'll allow me to go.

Firearm Valhalla
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XK5P6QV

It may not be free, but at $4.99 for the paperback version and $0.99 for the Kindle/eReader version (literally the cheapest I could go), I'd say it's fairly well priced.

Anyways, enough shilling. I have 5 books but really only 3 truly /k/-related ones. The other 2 has a firearm scene or two in them but it's only minor, sort of. Thanks again for the compliments and support, my fellow /k/ommandos. You guys have been inspirational to me from the start, and that's no lie! I hope to bump into tovarisch someday again, he was possibly the second or third person to buy a paperback version of my first book, if that was indeed him who bought it. He promised to do so. I was in a dark place when we spoke but he motivated me to keep going. I love you /k/unts.

>>33459335
>You walk back into the ‘shop after saying ‘good morning’ to the rest of your guns
>Off to the right side of the doors are three workstations that you’ve walled off with cubical walls to give the geists that you’re working on sine privacy
>Each one has everything that you’ll probably need for most problems
>Inside of the first station is the Gauss rifle.
“Natalia?” you ask as you open the door
“Wh-Who’s there?” Natalia meeps as she turns to her geist form
>She’s looking around
>Can’t she see, you. . .
>Her built-in optics are fucked, huh?
“I’m Tanya, the gunsmith that your master, Karl, brought you to. He bought you from my shop too, remember?” you attempt to sooth her
>you get the tools that you’ll probably need out of the various tool boxes in the workstation
“I, yes. I remember. Sorry, but I. . .can’t see very well at the moment.” Natalia responds, having visibly calmed down “If I may, wasn’t I taken here on Friday? Hasn’t it been a few days?”
>You’ve found what you feel that you’ll need and walk over to the table that she’s sitting on
“If you’ll remember, Friday was the 25th, and thus, christmas.”
>you grasp the back of her neck to turn her back into rifle form
“I was too shit-faced from drinking with Nonna to be able to do anything, I’m afraid.” You tell her
>You begin disassembly to make sure that nothing else is wrong before you get to fixing her built-in x2 scope.
“You’re lucky that Katya made sure that I didn’t touch you until I was sober again.”
“I, yeah, that would have probably ended poorly. . .” Natalia mutters as I check over her internals
>A few wires are loose too. Not enough to cause any problems if she’s only being used on a range, but you’ll be damned before you let any weapon leave your shop in less than perfect health.
-cont

>>33465588
“Not in the way that you’re thinking, though.” you tell her as you reconnect the formerly loose wires. “I would have probably tried to make autistic upgrades to you, like adding an underbarrel plasmathrower, or giving you proper built-in iron sights, overhauling your power-capacitors so that you could fling slugs even faster”
>You start working on her optics
“Hell, I may have even made a wooden stock for you!” you joke
>Though, knowing your taste in firearms, it wouldn’t surprise you if you did.
“Th-thats. . . You wouldn’t really do that, right? I don’t think that a wooden stock would even survive on me for very long. . .”
>That’s cute.
>She thinks you can’t reinforce a wooden stock and make it heat-proof to the point of being able to be used on an automatic gauss rifle with great success.
>or, was it that she hated the idea of having her capacitors fucked with?
>You don’t see how it could have been an aversion to the plasmathrower or the Irons.
>You spend 3 hours working on Natalia while talking with her.
>She’s shy like you remember, but she’s gotten better.
>At least she can hold a conversation now
>In the end it was more than just the wires and the optic
>Her second and fifth coils were out of sync with the others by .08 and .06 milliseconds, respectively
>Her feed-lips were bent just enough to make inserting a new magazine slightly more difficult
>Finally, she needed her optic’s batteries to be changed
>Once you finish with her optics and the battery change she turns back into her geist form and gives you a quick hug from behind while you’re putting away your tools as you get ready for lunch
“Thanks for fixing my optics. . .And the fresh batteries.” Natalia mumbles as she pulls away.
“No need to thank me. Just doing my job.” You say, closing the tool drawer
>It always makes you happy when you make
the geists that you fix up happy.
“Now, come on. It’s time for food.”
>You open the door to leave the

>>33465593
>work station
“We’ve still got some things to fix up on you before you’re done.” Natalia follows you out
>she looks at you inquisitively at you as the two of you walk to the stairs
>On the way to the second floor’s dining room you continue.
“Your second and fifth magnetic coils are a bit out of sync, and there’s some minor damage to your feed-lips.”
>As the two of you walk down the hallway, Gloria and Windy run past you to the dining room
“You should be all tuned up by 15.00 hours, so Karl should be able to pick you up by the time he gets off from work.” you finish as you arrive.
>You always take lunch at 11.00. No-one ever comes in then other than people who didn’t check the open times
>If anyone comes now, they are either too terrible at forewords planning to own a gun, or they think that they should be an exception to the rules.
>In both cases, you don’t want them in your store. If they come in later too, then fine, but not right now.
>Nonna is in the kitchen.
>The kitchen smells like Syrniki
>it connects to the hall and the dining room.
>Both of your kitchens are directly overtop of one-another.
>You motion for Natalia to take a seat as you sneak up on Nonna
>You wait for her to not be holding anything hot before wrapping your arms around her and proceeding with a terrible pickup-line/pun, like you always do before burying your face in her long, silky, silver hair.
“Hey good lookin’, what’s cookin’?”
>Fuck she smells amazing
>Everyone who could hear your cheesy line other than Nonna audibly groans
>Nonna just giggles and leans back into you ever so slightly
>You know that it’s cheesy as fuck, but it’s fun, and you’ve been doing this with Nonna for at least 10 years
>You’re not stopping for them
“We’re having Syrniki, любoвь” (love) Nonna laughs as you blow raspberries into the side of her neck. “Shoo, now. Go wash up,” she commands, before giving you a quick kiss

>>33455602
Glad to see your writing this story some more, loved the first part. Been out of the loop for a while. That got was a nice touch. Keep up the good writing friend.

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>Imma toss my hat in the ring and provide some of my book.

Dedication:
Written by a Gun Nut, for Gun Nuts.

To my fellow Kommandos!
(The typo is intentional.)

James M Dakin
Thanks for the kickass first review for Living amongst the Dead on Amazon, man, as well as all the support and words of encouragement! Great minds think alike; glad I tracked you down online and found your blog so I could thank you personally!
You can check him out too at bisonprepper.blogspot.ca; he's not bad for a Yankee! HAH!
(That last bit was a reference from the book. I also got his permission to put his name in here.)

Chapter 1

With a grunt of annoyance, he lay himself down on the ridge of a cliff, left arm reaching forward for the smooth wooden stock of his decades-old rifle to rest on. Cli-click, click-click-click… click. A final adjustment of the elevation knob of the rear sight brought it up a ways, and then down a fraction. A distant scream, high-pitched, had ruined the pleasant day he’d been having. A bright blue-sapphire eye peered through the ring of an aperture rear sight, focusing on the tip of the front sight a couple feet away from it, and one final click switched off the safety. A good 200m or so, he wagered. Down in a valley slightly off to the right of where his lookout faced, he aimed for the side-long silhouette of a man’s head. A dreadfully difficult shot to be sure, but not impossible. It was the man who had her upper body pinned down, the man who’d ripped her shirt open, the one who laughed and grinned as his pal presently forced himself on her.

WHOCK! Breathing heavily, the second man’s laughing and grunting stopped, his long greasy hair framing a fat and harshly scarred face waved about as he looked around, panic setting in quite quickly needless to say. The skinnier of the two crumpled over a little to the side, part of his body landing on the exposed female. A modest entry wound under one shoulder, with a terrifying exit wound under the other.

>>33466061
Well damn, I was gonna post some to keep the thread from dying but I guess it wasn't necessary...

>>33466080
>Too bad the italics are lost, I like using them quite a bit.

“Two-fifty, maybe…” he grunted, steadying the front sight on the easier target. Perhaps three hundred if the bullet dropped that much more than expected… really got to figure out a better way of judging distance. Once again, the man was felled before the victim even heard the shots. Pushing the stinking, unwashed rapist off of her, screaming in panic as the blood oozing from his chest smeared on her pale flesh, she ran. Something was picked up off the grass as she went, and he did not stop her. She clutched her ripped, ragged clothing to her body, wishing to keep covered even on the escape. Fall was pushing into Winter after all.

One of the casing of .30-06 had ejected from the semi-auto rifle just over to the side, rolling down to a dip in the rocky surface. The other had likely ended up tossing itself off the edge of the cliff. Fuck it. Following a brief trail through the woods, he pocketed the incredibly light NAS3 casing. Shell Shock Technologies sure did make a mint off their new design once it started getting accepted by Militaries. Couldn’t make enough of them! Too bad everything had to go to shit. Taking a left once meeting a wooden cabin that had been serving as his home, the blonde stranger headed on down to the scene of the crime, trudging along trees and rocks that were all too familiar.

Kneeling down at the two corpses, his nose wrinkled. Hadn’t even been dead for an hour yet and they already stink to high Hell. The hefty rifle slung over his back, safety having been engaged before he’d even gotten up from his prone position on the ridge, wiggled and shook as he began searching their pockets. A wallet with no money, not that it’d be any good if there was any.

>>33455602
That gif*

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>>33456066
>>33459015
>>33466061
>>33466116
Thank you everyone for the kind words of encouragement! I hate to sound like a broken record, but it's fantastic to come back to such a warm reception.

>>33461170
>Interesting to see the golden boy of cordon have a moral dilemma, however minor.

I know what you're saying, Blank can be a bit Garry Stu at times. But from the prologue and other things, it's not as if I shy away from the horrors of the zone. It's just that the two objectives of the story, write a story about a raifu, and write a story about the zone, contradict each other in tone often where it comes to the point where everything surrounding him is usual miserable Zone, but he seems to have it pretty good. At this point I skip most of the survival elements as I feel I've covered that in Act 1 in detail, but life is tough in the Zone, even for protag.

Still, I aprechiate the feedback. If you, or anyone else, has more feedback or nitpicks, lay it on me. I can only get better with criticism.

>>33466080
>>33466094
“Keep it, Jimmy.” The crocodile-skin wallet was tossed on the skinny one’s back, his long-expired ID giving him the last name of Taylor. A couple rounds of 9x19 was pocketed, yet no side arm was present on him. Moving over to fatso, a Beretta 92 was found holstered. Finish heavily worn, one of the grip panels were either deeply scratched or cracked, some rust developing on the slide, and he imagined the rifling, and likely bore in general, was not in a very fit state. Into the right pocket of his jacket it went. Pockets; one spare mag though no ammo in it, and it was also developing a little bit of rust. No wallet though there was a wad of cash. Plastic bills; not much good for starting fires he figured, so tossed that to the grass. 5s, 10s, 20s, 50s, and even the occasional 100 dollar bill lifted and drifted about as the occasional small breeze graced the valley.

Aside from a second wad, this one being various clippings as well as startlingly amateur-looking photos of nude women, not all of whom appear ‘legal’, the larger of the two had nothing on him either. The shooter’s eyebrows ruffled; it wasn’t unheard of for people to wander around these parts, but still, it was certainly not common. The nudie girls danced along with the money as he picked up the black polymer AR that fatty was so kind to bring with him, and then the ‘tacti-cool’ Ruger 10/22 with adjustable stock and comically large optic of skinny-mini. Then something caught his eye. A single piece of lined paper.

Leaving the firearms to fall to the grass, the buttstock of the Ruger clunking against its owner’s head, a couple long strides brought him to the unfolding sheet of loose-leaf. Gingerly lifting his boot to pick it up, ignoring the slight grass stains left over, his previously generally uninterested features took a distinctly interested turn. He grasped the rifle and riflette then headed for his shack in a jog.

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>>33455311
Aw. There's a little one! Baby raifus running about, being all cute and shit. Adorable.

>>33455605
Wow. Heavy Zone feels. Not sure if leaving the other guy to suffer out there was quite the best decision, but at least our protagonist survives. I think Lucy understands what's going on here. She does... But, anyway, glad to see you back here. Welcome back.

>>33458301
Damn; more heaviness. But good. This has some really nice character development. This is good. I enjoyed the update.

>>33459335
>>33465756
Whoo! Future gunsmith space future slavsurp yuri! Whoo! This story here has quite a few directions that it can go. I'm excited to see which one you choose.

>>33462448
She's pretty damn cute, man. Always too weak to women and light blue clothing.

>>33462482
Wait... May? It has to be sooner! I don't know if I can wait til May...

>>33466267
Pretty good so far. I think I'm gonna have to buy the whole thing, damn you. I kid. I'm glad to support writefags. I think I remember you posting a much older version of this book a long time ago. It's gotten much better than I remember. The first version wasn't bad, mind you, but this one has much improvement.

>>33460344
A good read, friend.

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>>33458689
>>33465053
FUCK YEAH! Thanks, man!

>will read when able
>sadly, funeral this weekend

>>33466405
Thanks a lot! Yeah, I posted a few months ago. I think I finished it off only recently though; March 13th or something like that? I made the beginning, left it alone because I didn't know where to take it, and returned to it probably in late February or early March. Ah, it's right there on the file name; I got the idea on December 6, 2016 so almost 4 months ago. Thanks a lot for the support! eReader version of Firearm Valhalla is only $0.99 and actually since it's only a novelette the paperback version is so short that it's only $4.99, but anyways thanks again, glad to hear it's improved since then! Though I should give you a heads up; I'll be doing a big promotional thing in about a month's time. My first four books will be free for a couple days (including Living amongst the Dead once again along with Firearm Valhalla) and my sequel Living amongst the Dead: Dark Days will be going through Kindle Countdown which will have it discounted down from $2.99 to either $0.50 or $0.99, depending on how low they'll let me go. So if you want to hold off until then, no worries, I'll be posting about it on /k/ either way and will probably try to hunt down a /wfg/ thread to mention it in as well. Cheers!

>>33466434
I hope you enjoy the book, man. Sorry to hear about the funeral, unless of course the person was a huge asshole in which case congrats! But no seriously, sorry to hear, anon. I really hope you enjoy the book, though to give a forewarning there's a scene in Living amongst the Dead that is sort of cheesy or maybe even a little bit comical but it's basically the main character trying to give a VERY amateur little funeral service to an elderly couple he comes across in his travels. Hopefully it won't bother you, considering the funeral you'll be attending to soon. Thought I'd give you a heads up, just in case, but it's really not particularly professional or anything. Very simple and rustic, as you'd expect after the 'end of times'.Most people don't get buried

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>>33466080
>>33466267
>Here's a bit more of Firearm Valhalla. I'll keep going if you guys want.

The heavy wooden door creaked as the man heft it open, shutting it behind him, a bar on a swivel sticking away from the entrance at a roughly 45 degree angle was pulled over until it landed on two heavy ‘arms’ of oak, thereby barring the door behind him. There were no windows, and above him swung a few lightbulbs, mostly fluorescent ones, though at least one was simply a cylindrical piece of plastic covered in LEDs. Energy efficient, which is what he needed, for there were only so many solar panels on the roof. Shelves of mostly bottled food and a table were off to his immediate left in the corner as he headed deeper into the one-room domicile. To the right, a simple wooden rack on which he put the AR and Ruger, which rested alongside an SKS-45 and Maverick 88 shotgun. It was the rack of firearms that required cleaning, none of them were originally his, though they are now.

Ignoring the wall-mounted display of loaded firearms in the far left corner, below which were boxes of magazines as well as a few duffel bags of ammo, he went to a bench in the far right corner of the room. Rusty Beretta tossed on the somewhat oily wooden surface, smelling sweetly of gun oil, his M1 Rifle with 5+1 remaining was leaned against its side before pulling out that sheet of paper. Eyebrows furled, staring at it, gazing over the scribbly pen marks.

It lead to the area where his home was. It lead to the valley out front, and going backwards from the end, showed how to get to the valley and cliff from along the stream that went to the highway. At said highway, all but barren of vehicles for years, it was instructed to turn left, meaning they had come, from his perspective, from the right. A long walk, he knew, for he once lived in that very town.

>>33462482
May? Oh. Uhm... is there any chanse it will be ready before say, mid August?

>>33467685
Now that's awesome. I wonder what a Chiappa Rhino would be like though. A hipster? Something that acts 'classic' or 'old-school' but really isn't?

small update on Riikka:
https://pastebin.com/crap1WXs

0600, Anon's childhood home
>The communications squad along with the FO -teams that helped the former in establishing the communications, after spending most of the night laying cable between the command post, guard posts and the various billets, had been ordered to go to sauna as a reward & the men were now relaxing on a neighbor's porch enjoying their mandatory sauna beers.
>"Come on Anon, I want one too!" Riikka demands as you finish the beer you opened in sauna & are about to open the second and last one.
>"No, don't you remember what happened the last time I let you drink?" you refuse her cute demand.
>"No I don't!" she replies before realising what she just said.
>"Exactly" you reply as you open the second beer and take a sip.
>"Don't be like that Anon", the communications squad's leader says while giving Riikka a beer.
>"...I won't be held responsible for her actions" you reply as you give in.
>It takes less than a minute for Riikka to finish the beer & after that even less for the effects alcohol has on Riikka to become apparent, Riikka really can't handle alcohol at all.
>After going wild for half an hour, Riikka runs out of steam & you carry her inside to sleep it off.
>"See what I mean?"
>"...Yeah, good thing we didn't give her something stronger" your team leader comments before remembering something and adding:
>"Wait a minute, you once said you tend to drink vodka rather than beer, does that mean..."
>"Yes, while it may have been entertaining for a moment, the aftermath was anything but fun."
>As you put on your clothes and prepare to go to your respective billets to catch a few hours of sleep, A, captain's runner, comes from the command post.
>"Big news, the special forces and the air force just carried out an attack on Alakurtti!" he says as he gets to the porch, the news leaving everyone stunned.

>>33468226

>"The special jägers attacked an Arctic brigade & the chair force finished the job? Great, if the russkies weren't going to launch an invasion before, now they are all but guaranteed to do so."
>"Without doubt, so you better get some sleep while you still can, it could start raining desantniks any minute now" A replies.
>"Remind me again, was it against the rules to shoot parachutists while they are still in the air?" You ask even though you know the answer.
>"Yes it is, but TASS and/or Reuters won't be there to record it, so let's just say "accidents happen"" someone says.
>"Also no-one heard what was just said" your team leader states firmly.
>"Heard what?" you ask.
>"Exactly, now off to sleep everyone, Anon, you better stay here with Riikka."
>"Yes sir!" you reply before going inside and laying down on a couch, Riikka sleeping on another one.
>An uncertain time later you are woken up by A, you sit up groggily and ask:
>"What's the time?"
>"1030, it was decided to prepare lunch early today, also captain says your team is temporarily assigned as part of "the fist"."
>"The fist? I guess it makes sense, we don't really have anything better to do, well the the rest of the team anyway, I just might be usefull in comm since they are severely undermanned" you say, "the fist" is the company commander's tactical reserve tasked with defending the command post & if necessary to reinforce the rifle platoons.
>"Wakey wakey, Riikka, it's lunch time!" you say as you try to wake her up, as usual the magic word "lunch" does the trick.

that's all for now.

>>33468924
... erry sound while in the shower sounds like a home invasion...

>>33455605
Hell yeah another stalker story updated, can't wait to see more from both of ya

>>33469110
You and Tourist I mean*

>>33465588
>checked
Ok, errors (because that's why I'm here)

Cubical > cubicle (the former is technically a word, but means "cube-like" and is an adjective, not a noun)

Sine privacy > some privacy (sine is a word, but....that's some math shit)

Sooth > soothe (the former is a noun)
I would recommend a comma at "a few wires are loose, too".

>>33465593
Common theme with dialogue in most of your posts: if you end a spoken sentence, then continue the written one to give action/blocking to the spoken words, you don't normally use a period. Example:
"Not in the way that you're thinking, though." you tell her...
>"Not in the way you're thinking, though," you tell her...

"Hell, I may have even made a wooden stock"
Wording is slightly clunky. I sadly don't have a recommendation, as there are multiple ways to rewrite this.

>>33465756
I think you mean forward planning, not foreword. The latter is usually reserved for the author (or someone the author designates) to write before the book begins at Ch. 1.

Now, I can point out that I love how you write in Nonna and your dynamic with her. Quite the cute couple, imo.

>>33466094
Dude, the lack of text formatting is a pain in the ass on this site. I miss italics, too.

>>33466604
I plan on reading it as able. I have a habit of not being insulted by what's happening in a book vs my life. Funeral services notwithstanding (and he was a badass brother-in-law, too), I'll hop to and get it done. Thanks for the kind words.


That's all I have time for. Work is a bastard.

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>>33466650
>AR
>SKS
>Maverick 88
>30-06 gun with 5+1
>this motherfucker just rattled off every fucking gun I own

And I KNEW this story sounded familiar!

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>>33468966
As does every sound when you're almost asleep

>>33469574
Sorry about your brother in law, anon. I truly hope you enjoy the book. I have to try tackling a comedy one of these days. I think the book I've written that's closest to a comedy is probably Firearm Valhalla, though Another One Please has few bits of comedy sprinkled amongst all the dramatic scenes. Well anyways, hope you enjoy the book. If you have a dislike for feminists then I REALLY think you'll like the book lol

>>33469644
Well, the 5+1 .30-06 gun was simply an M1 Rifle that had been fired twice, but that's fucking cool. Do you also happen to be fairly thin, of short stature, and has blonde hair with intense blue eyes? That would TRULY be fucking creepy... especially if you have a Russian friend that is kind of like /k/'s Ivan.

>>33469669
That owl needs to have a toke and mellow out... either that or it's already had a toke and it's getting paranoid as fuck. Either way, that's one fucking hilarious owl. But yeah, back when I was a hasguns (long story...), I used to bring my M1911A1 Mil Spec to the washroom with me whenever I had a shower. 7+1, manual safety engaged, resting on the toilet seat which was RIGHT next to the shower. I think I might have placed it on top of a folded up towel to keep it from clicking against the toilet lid; I was living with family at the time and I didn't want them knowing about it. But yeah, I stuck to 7-round mags intentionally, because I'm something of a traditionalist. 8-rnd mags would probably be better, but I'm pretty old-school even though I'm still quite young; 26. Can post more of firearm Valhalla if you like.

Also, a reminder; Living amongst the Dead will no longer be free once it's the 30th. Free promotion was only March 28-29 for now. So if anyone hasn't gotten it yet, go ahead and get it if you use Kindle or some other eReader thingy.

>>33469863
Oh yeah, and a pretty badass note. So far, between my last promotion from March 14-16 and this one from March 28-29, I've had copies downloaded in US, UK, Canada, Japan, Denmark, Brazil, Australia, and Italy. How fucking badass is that?! I mentioned it here in a thread I started recently to try and tell others on /k/ about it who hasn't gotten my book yet. Also, Japan got 3 copies, and 2 of them are "When her No means Yes". I just find it fucking hilarious that most of the free copies that went to Japan was quite rapey both in story and in the title lol

>>33469532

>>33469574
Thanks again. I'll fix those errors in the doc and Pastebin.

I also feel that I should mention how the Sol Confederacy has universal conscription at 18. Everyone has to serve for at least a year.
You are allowed to use your own rifle, though. You just have to pay for your own ammo and parts if it's not a standard issue weapon. Now, everyone gets an issued weapon no matter what, and they have to carry it at all times
Tanya's weapon was Stella (who is technically an anti-vehicle weapon, but is used as a squad support weapon) until they learned how good of a gunsmith she was.

Another note: The standard issue weapons are almost all joint design by some combination of Izhmash, Colt, Remmington, IMI, Howa, SAKO, H&K, FN, SiG, and SC citizen sport-shooters, mercs, and hunters
All designs are attributed to whichever arms manufacturer put in more of the functional ideas
(Natalia was never adopted, by the way. She's a newer design by some no-name in Izhmash who was given a shot at getting their rifle sold. She has good ergonomics, but it's too easy to mess up her internals for her to even be considered for military use.)

>>33470043
*Tanya's ISSUED weapon

>>33457562
This is what I came up with, hope you all like it.
Full pastebin here: https://pastebin.com/NJSKa8XL

>I was born the 9th of July of the year 1983
>Though to say I was born would be a misnomer.
>What I should say was that I was created on the 9th of July 1983 in the city Ulm, West Germany.
>I do not know much of my place of birth, for as soon as I was created, I had been moved to various locations.
>My life up until now has been one of neglect, but the joy I feel today more than makes up for that.
>But you’re here to hear my short tale of how I arrived here.

>As I mentioned, I was created on the 9th of July 1983.
>As with many of my sisters before and after me, I was chambered in .300 Winchester Magnum and my primary function was for law enforcement for the Bundesgrenzchutz as a sniper rifle with an effective range of greater than 800 meters.
>Unfortunately, less than 200 of us were ever created.
>As you can tell from my construction, I could achieve everything needed from me, and would have, but I was seen as being too expensive, and precious for use.
>But even so, I was created, and once created, I was sent to Hanover to serve the Bundesgrenzchutz there.

>>33470376
>I was initially well received, though if I had to guess in hindsight, it may have been due to my figure.
>Excitement filled me; as I was stationed close enough to the East German border, ready to aid my fellow policemen and kin to repel any Soviet advances from their cat’s-paw of East Germany.
>However years past and never really did anything wherever I traveled to.
>Most times, I was confined to the station, with an occasional car ride by an officer who either felt pity or was getting annoyed by my boredom.
>It was not uncommon for me to be locked up in the armory at times for misbehaving during those episodes as well.
>Why was I locked up often enough? At the time, I would see my fellow kin go with their officer on patrols, used on the range, and sometimes aided them in actual situations. Me? I deemed too special for much use, and with it I grew envious and desperate for attention.

>In 1989, I thought I finally had my chance for action.
>Yes, I thought that with the Berlin Wall coming down, that the Soviets may try to send in agents to cause unrest.
>Of course, the only unrest that happened was the fall of East Germany.
>Once again, I continued to linger and languish.

>By 2005, when the Bundesgrenzchutz reformed as the Bundespolizei, I had become something of a relic.
>I was no longer allowed to wander around, and was kept locked up and slept most of my days.
>I’m not sure when it happened or how long I had remained asleep, but I ended up being sold to some rich collector of sorts as “an investment.”
>Due to years of neglect, I felt hardly a need to appear human.
>Didn’t seem to bother him, as he kept me in another locker, sealed away once again from the world.

>>33470383
>Though, I guess I would not last that long as an investment for when I roused from my slumber, I felt the movement of water and the sounds of the ocean.
>Days later, the boat was docked and was moved by airplane.
>I ended up in the United States, in California, where I continued to be another set piece.
>Instead of being locked up as an investment, I was a drug lord’s eye candy.
>While I had more freedom to move around this time, I was still denied my purpose as a gun.
>Instead, I was often fiddled around as a gun, and played with, but never shot.
>I could see in his eyes I was an object of lust, and treated as such.

>Time went on, and through a series of events, I ended up in the hands of Terrence Dean.
>If you were to ask how I came into his possession, I am largely unaware how, other than one day I woke up to find him staring at me in his home.
>I won’t say he was a good man, but he took care of me and kept me safe and maintained in his home.
>I do not know if I had anything to do with it, or if my own story to him moved him, but in 2013 I was seized by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.

>>33470392
>During the time I was being held, I could see and hear the feelings of disappointment and frustration.
>It looked to be that my fate was sealed, and I was to be sent to the furnaces for the crime of just being illegally held.
>I cried only a little during that time, but not out of sadness, but out of fear and frustration. I had been alive for 30 years, and during that time I had been denied what a gun truly desires.
>And I was to be broken down and melted.
>Even the Canadian authorities knew what was going to happen, and I could see they wished I had not been found.
>After days of sobbing and feeling utterly dispirited, I accepted my fate and remained as a gun and fell asleep.

>And then I woke up in a place I never expected.
>In 2015, I awoke to the sound of gunfire, and a sight of a large open field.
>The sun was bright out, and looking at me was a man who looked as though he won the lottery.
>Holding me was one of the RCMP that had found me during Dean’s bust.
>To say I was shocked would be an understatement.
>And there, I finally was delivered to a home I had been yearning for.
>Now that you heard a little bit of my history, would you care to take me out back and hit ourselves a few targets?

>>33468338
one more:

>After lunch (surprise! Today it's peasoup and pancakes just like every Thursday for the last 90+ years!) those of the fist not on guard duty are assigned to various tasks to keep everyone busy, your assignment is to provide refresher training on radios and proper communication practices.
>After the class you are called to the command post where the rest of the FO -personnel are already waiting around a map of the area with a transparent plastic sheet on top of it. You can see that on the sheet there are irregular shapes drawn with a permanent marker in certain areas.
>"Ahh, Anon, glad you could join us, as our only local you can probably guess what these shapes represent" the captain says while gesturing at the map.
>"Shadow areas, that is places where our radios probably won't work" you make an educated guess, you had a long discussion about where to place the command post radio & which antenna to use and at what power setting, the terrain is challenging & to top that off the whole place is rather high above sea level, in fact it's one of the highest points in the area, meaning that with too powerful setup your radio signals can be captured far easier by unwanted parties, yet if you don't use powerful enough setup the shadow areas will become a serious problem, plus the approximate ranges of various antennas at various settings are less accurate than one would hope, with all this in mind you can already guess what this meeting is about.
>"Let me guess: each team is to take a radio along with all of the available antennas, go to different places on the map and test which antennas work the best at each location" you make another educated guess.
>"Basically, except for the wire antenna that is, we won't be needing that one for our company's internal communications" the comm team leader says, confirming your own opinion on the matter: long story short, the wire antenna is too troublesome for the company's needs.

>>33446220
any STALKER-like or similar post-nuclear X stories?

>>33470829
tourist and shepard on the sticky are your men

>>33470846
Thanks desu

>>33470829
Tourist and Shepard will be the writers you are looking for. check the sticky for other stories,

>>33465756
>Fuck yeah, Syrniki! You thought as she was still talking Nonna’s food is always too good.
>You’re glad that you never actually have to cook.
>You’re terrible at cooking
>You obey her command and let go of your Mosin
>you head over to one of the two sinks in the kitchen
>after washing up, you walk back into the dining room.
>Windy and Gloria are laughing at some video or another that they’re watching
>Stella and Gabriella are setting the table while talking about what had happened during work so far.
>Apparently some reptilian Xeno (a H’nado, from the sound of it) came in wanting to ask questions about Waffegeists
>Said he was researching how different cultures treated them and had adapted to their existence, and if they tolerated their existence at all.
>He was apparently rather shocked to learn that he was talking to a Waffegeist at that very moment
>Apparently, all of the Waffegeists that he’d ever seen had some characteristic about them that made it obvious that they weren’t of the species that they looked like
>Pointed to Katya as an example of what he was talking about
>Hanna took offense at the gesture but was calmed down by Katya and Stella before she could try to bash the guy over the head with her stock
>She apparently thought that he was trying to buy her
>The H’nado was apparently confused when they explained that she’d gotten mad because she thought that he was trying to buy Katya, and then was even more confused when they explained that “no, Hanna is a Waffegeist too.”
>It was luckily a slow day (being Monday after Christmas, and all) and they had time to explain how they were in a relationship with one another
>He seemed to understand it a bit more when they told him that you are already in a committed relationship with Nonna, and that, while you do take good care of them and shoot them, you just don’t have the ability to care for all of them equally
>He left after another hour or so of questioning
XENO RACE BIO NEXT

>>33470919
>H’nado are reptilian Xenos who are similar to the appearance of the Earth’s Bearded Dragon lizards, but the H’nado only have spikes on their heads and spines.
>They are a very science and fine arts, driven people. If they can, they will avoid any conflict that they can, but like all of the sapient races of the universe, they aren’t going to let you just take whatever you want from them.
>They have an incredible desire to be polite and despise it when others don’t show the same courtesy.
>This usually manifests as passive-aggressive behavior
>They will, in general, always learn the “code of conduct” of any place that they visit.
>The Sol Confederacy has provided some problems for their more casual travelers and tourists due to there being no REAL unified system of public etiquette to follow, however, most will eventually learn that
“Do unto others as you would have done to you”
>Is actually a rather constant way of looking at things, making the SC’s system of public etiquette SEEM to be extremely complex when it is actually quite simple.
>A favorite set of research topics for them are “how did the civilization react to [something] being introduced into it
>The H’nado also tend to favor directed energy weapons

>>33470928
good stuff, have a (you)

>>33469574
If you're going to fix every error in /u/k/-fag's posts, maybe set up a way to proofread their work. Don't want to come off as an asshat, but seeing a ton of critiquing of one story is a little annoying- but that's just the opinion of a sperg. >>33470405
That was really cute.
>>33470928
Just a suggestion, but maybe try merging exposition into your story. The way it reads now is a little like reading a caption.
That said I'm enjoying this quite thoroughly. Keep it up.

>>33471331
Considering how it's just background information that can be skipped, and I have no fucking clue how to incorporate it, what with all of the characters knowing this shit already.
The best that I can do is make then a separate block of text that isn't directly in the way of the rest of the story.

Beyond that, you and Tsuhna and the rest of you who've said that you like this, thanks.
I didn't expect this to actually be enjoyed by anyone, I just wanted it (or something similar) to happen somehow.

>>33471394
make another pastebin with the title of "lore" or "notes"

>>33471404
That does make more sense. Yeah.

>>33471404
I'm going to cut the notes from the story and put them into a new post.

>>33471440
if is alredy posted dont re post

>>33469863
I can be called thin, am 5'7" tall, and have blue/grey eyes. I may or may not still be friends with a Russian.

And yes, that is fucking creepy.

>>33446560
kek

>>33471462
I'm not. I said that I was cutting and pasting the lore bits from the Pastebin post and putting them into another one.

>>33471480
I hope you like the rest at least as much as you liked that fuck up.

>>33446504
good, except for
>oatmeal is a good, quick breakfast

>>33471474
Hahahaha do you happen to be kinda mortal enemies with a big Texan dude? lmao Yeah it's creepy but at this point I'm starting to find it funny. Have any kids? lol

>>33446461
fix line 243

>>33471394
If it's any help, the way I do it is to sneak the exposition into descriptive text, or by mentioning how a character recalls key bits of information.

>>33470405
good stuff

>>33471531
Yes, it is. Shut up.

>>33471654
Could you look again? There isn't a line 243 in the Pastebin anymore.

>>33471705
I only managed to kind of do that with the Krat.
Do you think it would work better if I had the descriptions digress into slightly rambling tales of something or other that happened with them?

>>33455311
forgot to give a (you) when I read this update, sorry!

Hey guys, quick aside I wrote for HFG.

Nike


Nike sat behind a building, taking care not to topple the wall she was leaning on. The mission was a success. Lieutenants Seth and Johnson were conducting a debrief with their immediate superiors, and Baldwin, Fuentes, and Harris had found ways to busy themselves, on the promise that “they would be back soon” Nike was bored out of her mind, she gently blew a stand of hair in front of her face. Doing something to stave off the boredom. The sun was steadily climbing into the sky and beating down on her fully kitted body.

“Damn it’s so hot” she said to herself as she stretched. As she did she turned to her left and saw several soldiers next to her using her shadow to get some respite in the boiling heat.

They were all lower enlisted, fresh boots also ready to hurry up and wait before they got sent off to their respective FOBS. They were all shamming away in her shadow. Smoking, playing cards, one kid even had a playboy. None paid her any mind; in fact they didn’t even act like Nike existed, as if she was sunshade for their shamming pleasure. This annoyed her ever so mildly.

“You know there’s a charge for using me as a parasol” She said somewhat dryly.

>>33470807
Sweet to see you write again some more of Riikka! On my seat for the next batch

>>33472305

“Oh and what’d that be Ms Giant Lady?” Asked one soldier.

“That’s Corporal Giant Lady to you Private” Nike said. “You got any dip?” The soldier produced a can from his ACUs “Fresh can, how much do you want?” The soldier asked as he popped off the lid.

“I can take a pinch for myself thank you very much” Nike said picking up the miniscule disc between her forefinger and thumb. She put the whole can over her mouth, and gently tapped it. Emptying its contents straight into her lip.

“Thanks” she said smugly as she handed the now empty can to the shocked soldier. The rest of the soldiers looked at her and the dumbfounded soldier burst out laughing, even the soldier who’d she’d stolen the dip from joined in.

Nike giggled along with them, and then rested her head against the building and closed her eyes.

This, was honestly the most peaceful moment during the deployment.


Once again any and all feedback is appreciated.

I'm trying to just write more rather than be stuck with writer's block figuring out how to take the story so hopefully you'll see more of these random asides (and actual chapters whenever I figure out how to write stuff for character development).

>>33471538
.....I am Texan, so....

And no, no kids. Married, but no kids.

>>33472320
thank you for the (you), it was starting to look like the only way to get a reaction out of someone other than the guy who replies to every writefag is to kill a character, and that isn't very good for any story...

>>33471394
>Considering how it's just background information that can be skipped
>that can be skipped
World building, character descriptions, and character development are all important parts of a story. If you can skip the details of an alien race, you should consider asking yourself if its inclusion is truly relevant to your story. Everything you add should have a purpose. There's no need to have a dozen different races if you only let two do anything of pertinence to the plot
As for implementing it, >>33471705 has the right idea. Instead of just saying "Character A is X Race" and then adding a post of exposition after the fact, say "Character A [description of the race] did Y," or something to that effect. Hell, you could probably get away with just throwing the informative blocks of info into the story itself with a little amount of weaving, and no one would notice.
>>33471860
>Do you think it would work better if I had the descriptions digress into slightly rambling tales of something or other that happened with them?
I'd say that you should introduce your characters as you see fit. You've listed the ones you want us to know, but you haven't really introduced them. We know the guns and their names, but not much about them, their relationship with the protagonist, etc. Make sure the protagonist interacts with each one of them, and when she does that, then it may be a good point to describe physical characteristics as well as introduce the conflicts they have. The important thing is to make sure each one feels unique (which can be hard with as many characters as you have, but is by no means impossible). Of course, in the end, it's your story, so you have the final say as to what stays and goes, but you want to make the characters interesting beyond "Protagonist owns these guns but these guns also have geists." You've done a good job with the Mosin and describing her relationship, so you shouldn't have too much trouble doing it for the others.

>>33472391
Busy with life, so that happens. But I do try to look out for when you post.

>>33472432
what I meant to say was that with an average of two people per thread responding to any updates/short stories I write it's starting to feel like continuing to write is a complete waste of time.

>>33472644
I feel ya, dude, I really do.

>>33466913

The actual VN, Hahah by the pace that is going, unless I can kick my artists into gear it'll be at least a year in development. Then again, if I get a lot of money, then I'm sure it'll get completed faster.

In terms of the demo, I'll be pissed if it isn't done by June. Aiming for a concurrent release of demo and KS.

>>33472369
Hahaha wow, crazy stuff. Well I hope the main antagonist doesn't come off as obnoxious. In my defence, I am not American and I've also never actually met a Texan in real life to my knowledge. Hopefully my rendition of him doesn't come off as rude, obnoxious, annoying, or offensive. I'll try to remember to frequent /wfg/ threads. I hope to hear from you on the Texan character I wrote. Should be easy to remember you; the blue-eyed Texan who has or had a Russian friend and owns many of the rifles that appear early on in the book. I hope you like it! Firearm Valhalla has a standard price of $0.99 for the Kindle/eReader versions and I will probably never change that, but if you wait until late April when I do my next promotion then you can get it for free. Up to you, though I'd REALLY like to hear what you think of the book and that specific character.

>>33472644
Sad, completely relatable dubs of truth, right there.

>>33470928
>Katya, Hanna, and Natalia are talking about what they think will happen now that the Krat have declared war on the Scatri while reading and watching the news about the situation.
>Hanna is leaning against Katya’s back with her arms loosely wrapped around the AK’s neck. Natalia is sitting next to them.
>All of them think that the SC will end up going to war, it’s just a question of how, when, why, and what they think should be done.
>Katyusha, being her usual self, states that the SC should immediately join in the Scatri’s war effort in the fullest sense, but thinks that the counsel will end up taking too long.
>At most she thinks that they will supply arms and armour while encouraging mercenaries and allowing volunteers from the SC Armed Forces enlist with the Scatri.
>Hanna is less enthusiastic about the SC going to war with the Krat in full, and says that the SC should provide safe harbour and supplies officially, but not much else. If a merc or a deserter wants to join the Scatri on the field of battle, then let them do it without government support.
>The most likely course of action, she feels, is that the government will take too long and the Scatri will have been felled by the time that the council is willing to act.
>Natalia agrees with Hanna that the council should do the minimum to directly help the Scatri, but thinks that they’ll most likely end up declaring war outright instead of doing something more sensible, but she can understand why they would. The Scatri were our first friends outside of our own nation, and we were their only real ally.
>They argue over which way of going about it and what they think will end up happening
>None of them really give ground, but when Nonna calls in to say that the food’s done, they stop caring
>Nonna’s food is too fucking good, and they all know it
>All the while I just lean against the wall, smiling and enjoying the sight
>You’re so glad that you aren’t alone anymore

>>33472988
>You never really had many friends, if they could even be called that
>They were acquaintances at best, you figure.
>You were 13 when your grandfather passed
>It was weird. You loved him, but when he died, you didn’t really feel anything.
>If anyone could have been your best friend back then, it was your grandpa
>He taught you to shoot and to clean and maintain firearms. Mostly older, more simple ones
>you were quick to learn with your hands, so having just the basic principals was usually enough to figure out most of them worked, and how to clean and maintain them.
>Every time the two of you went out, he would make sure to instill into you a respect for your weapons
>He would always call each of them by a name that he’d given them
>You didn't know about Geists at the time
>He said that it was just being polite and he encouraged you to do it too
>He always said that every weapon has a spirit, a soul, but you couldn't see it then
>They had never turned into their geist forms in front of you
>When he died, he left all of his guns to you. Your dad would keep them until you were 21 for all but one
>His Mosin Nagant M91/30
>His most prized rifle
>He took that rifle everywhere with him
>The rifles most distinguishing feature was a massive rut in the steel of the bolt where a bullet skidded across it as the original owner was reloading, at least that’s what your grandpa said at the time
>Nonna later confirmed the story, but not for a long time after you got her
>You knew about Waffegeists. You knew that they were real, so why did they never come out for you? Why did Nonna never come out?
>Still, she was the last connection you had to your grandpa
>you made sure to keep her clean and maintained, and love her at least as much as he did
>You did everything to get her to come out, but nothing worked, even still:
>You would sit with her and listen to old soviet music
>You would talk to her, even though she would give no response
>You didn’t care.

>>33473017
>You didn’t care that you never really had any friends
>You didn’t care that people thought that you were weird
>You didn’t care that she never responded.
>All that mattered was that you keep trying.
>You made sure to do well in school, despite it seeming like a waste of time
>If only because Grandpa wanted you to.
>You made sure to carefully clean and maintain all of the guns that you could
>If only because Grandpa wanted you too.
>You took up gunsmithing at 15 to be able to better take care of your guns, and Nonna.
>Technically the rest of his collection wasn’t yours, but they were in the same house anyway, they may as well have been.
>Over time, you grew into appreciating Nonna and the rest of your new, old, guns for what they were.
>Sure your Nonna’s bolt was a bit stiff, but you had been operating that bolt from the time that you were 8. You had no problems with her, while others of the same age would never be able to smoothly operate her.
>Sure she has a 90° bolt turn that would force you to lose sight picture, but that didn’t matter to you. It just meant that you had to be more careful with your shots.
>Sure she’s heavy, especially in comparison to newer weapons. She’s good exercise to carry around.
>Sure she only has a five round magazine that you have to either load with clips or one bullet at a time. You don’t mind. It helps to conserve ammunition.
>You began to see her like how your grandpa saw her, you think.
>Then you were 18 and the draft hit
>You knew that you could get an objectively superior weapon
>The standard issue gauss rifles hit 10x as hard, were easily 5x as accurate, even with the improvements that your grandpa had made to her barrel design, and weigh half as much as your Nonna. The ammo was cheaper and weighed less.
>You didn’t care.
>You were going to take your rifle with you.
>Your “Glorious Moist Nugget” as he’d call her platform on occasion

>>33473027
>You got no end of weird looks from everyone else in your squad and on base when you showed up with a rifle that was easily 150-years-old
>You still didn’t care. You were proud of your rifle
>You wished for nothing more than to use her to bring her into the modern field of battle and prove that she was still a good weapon of war, even now.
>You did well in boot
>You were issued an LGP-75/80, a GPMG because you said that carrying a heavy rifle like your Nonna was good exercise
>She was still lighter than your Nonna by a full pound
>You were in the top 5 in accuracy for the whole base, even while shooting your Nonna
>You were proud of that fact.
>You didn’t even have a scope.
>You had to calculate everything in your head.
>You didn’t have fine adjustments for your sights
>You felt that you were proving that your Nonna was still relevant and reliable
>They never praised your rifle, though. Only you.
>They laughed about how even with a “garbage rod” you were still one of the best five marksmen in the entire camp
>It hurt for some reason. You didn’t know why at the time, but hearing them joke and laugh about Nonna hurt you more than anything else ever had.
>None of the bullying that you received in school, not the social ostracization, not even your grandpa’s death hurt so much.
>You took care to not let it show, and you buried those feelings.
>You never joined them, but you never said anything either, just tried to steer the conversation in a different direction
>You still didn’t really have any friends, but at least most of the other Boots treated you decently
>Near the end of basic you were all sent out into the woods to perform mock-up missions.
>That’s when everything changed. For the better, you think.

>>33473037
>You and your squad had completed their mission for the day and you wondered off from your camp area before dark, as you had some free time. You took Nonna, like you always do whenever you can
>There was a small (17 ft) cliff within a 10-minute hike from your camp, so you figured that you were close enough to camp to not get into trouble so long as you were back before lights out.
>You stood there, watching the sunset with Nonna in hand
>Before the sun had fully set you decided to turn back, but you must have wandered too close to the ledge, or something, because it gave way, dropping you down the cliff with a small landslide following after you.
>You were knocked unconscious sometime during or after the fall. You still don’t know how long it was that you were really out for, but it must have been at least an hour
>When you woke up it was fully nighttime, and you couldn’t feel your legs and everything else hurt, but your first thought was “Nonna isn’t here! Where is Nonna? Where is my rifle?!”
>You’re not sure if your voice even came out at all, but you tried to call out for your rifle, who had never even shown her geist form to you. You tried for what felt like hours, but was probably only a minute or two.
>Before you slipped back into unconsciousness, you saw what you thought at the time to have been an angel, for surely a valkyrie would never come for you, not in this state, not after having lost your rifle.
>Her eyes were what struck you the most, though.
>That cold-as-ice blue. Almost white. And her eyes were full of years. They were panicked as she ran towards me, as some light, that I now know to have been flashlights, illuminated the world behind her.
>When you next woke you were in a hospital bed, and the angel, whom you now know to have been Nonna was kneeling next to your bed and holding your hand for dear life.
>For what little it was worth, you squeezed back.

>>33473053
*Tears, not years. Fuck

Here's the google doc:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1hCYZYpaAN6Dc7_SLGphshiGWZgZRUQNPXE4xxZDlIiI/edit

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>>33472988
have a (you)

>>33473075
Actually, no. *years of pain.
That's more accurate to how her eyes should have seemed at the time.

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>>33472644
It may feel like it, but I'm sure if there was anything negative to say, it would've been said long ago. Just continue writing if you enjoy it!

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Don't have an update quite ready yet, but here is a fun little Damaged Good's fact:

I was originally going to have many, many more geists in my story, basing it completely off of my own collection. I had 5 other characters completely written up (with more to come) and wrote a test dinner scene to see if it would be manageable.

>Spoiler: IT FUCKING WASN'T

Had to cut down Anon's collection to what it is now for it to the story to be more reasonable, otherwise there would be so much dialogue required that my story would probably still be at the pancake breakfast scene.

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>>33466604
Unfortunately for you, I can't wait, and they're sitting on my Kindle app right now. Hope I'll get to crack them open soon.

>>33468338
Drinking on duty? Oh, it's Finland. Lucky fucks. Sounds like... Wait. There's more. Hold on a second...
>>33470807
Radio. I enjoy radios. Really interesting history. Glad to read a bit about making all that stuff work right. Really neat stuff.

>>33469900
I promise you I did not download the No Means Yes one. Wonder who the other two are. I might know them.

>>33470405
Yay! I like this happy feel. I love a story with a good ending. Thank you.

>>33470928
>>33473075
That last part, the flashback, was really good. I think it's the best part so far. It's a good read, and explains really well the relationship between your main protagonists. Keep the good work flowing.

>>33472329
Careful. We've got an open dip here. Hope she can find a giant sized spit bottle. Finding regular ones can be a bitch when everyone in your work center dips.

>>33472644
The way I see it, if at least one person is responding, then that means that at least one person is enjoying it. If at least one person gets enjoyment from your creations, then you should keep going. But that's just what I think.

>>33473238
Well, pancakes are pretty damn tasty. But I understand. It's really damn good, and it's good to realize that things sometimes don't work, even if you put lots of effort into them.

>>33473238
>wrote a test dinner scene to see if it would be manageable.
Post it anyway.

>>33473279
It's not quite done yet, but It's almost midnight and I'm too tired to think up the next part.

>>33473283
Unfortunately, that seen is long gone, as I deleted it when I started writing Damaged Goods. The only remnants I have of those characters are on my character sheet, which I am keeping to myself, as they may still may appearances in the story.

>>33472717
Oh. Damnit. Might not be able to shower you in money then, I am afraid

>>33473668
Well, okay I still can but idk how much I can see of it

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>>33472644
Two to three responses seems to be par for the course for those of us who aren't huge names. Just know I'm reading man. Have been since the first part, and will to the end. The same goes for the two other stories you got.
>>33473329
>character sheet
>not keeping a mental list of everything you want to add
Or am I just weird and let mental wandering decide my story?

>>33473911
>Keeping a mental list of 16 geists, their physical characteristics and personality traits
>Not to mention the geists that are being continually added

I don't think I could do that...

>>33474033
You have a point. Besides it gets kinda confusing to read when there is a hundred people involved

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>>33473911
>Or am I just weird and let mental wandering decide my story?
Hardly. Back in my younger days (ie, two years ago) I was pretty into monster girls, joining a forum with a lively story board.

When I wrote my own story it had easily 15+ characters, most minor, but plenty of important to the plot. None of them had a character sheet, just what I kept track in my head.

Shame that I never finished it. Imagine two Halo tech tier groups duking it out while a world of monster girls get dragged into the brawl. Quite a fun story looking back on it.

>>33474602
>Shame that I never finished it

Shidd, that bit of motivation was necessary

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>>33473279
Thanks for the support. My books are, in order of self-publication...

>Living amongst the Dead
October 20, 2016
>When her No means Yes
November 11, 2016
>Firearm Valhalla
March 13, 2017
>Another One Please, to Dull the Pain
March 18, 2017
>Living amongst the Dead: Dark Days
March 26

Give or take a couple days for the self-publication dates, but yes, I self-published 3 books in the month of March 2017; one novelette, one novella, and one novel, in that order. To be fair though the vast majority of my novel in that month (LatD:DD) was written in September 2016. It was on March 19th that I finally opened the file up and started editing, since it was in a pretty rough state. Editing from March 19-26, and on the 26th after the editing I wrote about 21 or so paperback pages worth of content (around 6000 words perhaps?) for the ending then self-published it that day. I've already sold about 4 copies of it, but only know of 1 person who has read it for sure, and he absolutely loved it, along with the original LatD. He LEGITIMATELY said that he now has put me up alongside Stephen King and the guy who writes the Hunter or Sniper series or something like that, meaning whatever I write, he buys, immediately, no questions asked. Well, as long as it's not at an outrageous price; he's a self-admitted tight bastard lol God love him; it's fantastic to get such supportive praise. Really inspires me to keep going, so today (or rather, yesterday) even though I'm sick as a dog, I started my 6th book, which will be the 3rd in the Living amongst the Dead series.

Anyways, enough ranting. I woke up at 4AM with a throbbing head and a throat that feels like I tried to swallow an F-1 grenade with all the squares on its surface given sharpened corners. 'J N Morgan' is not feeling good, imma try and go back to sleep. Thanks a lot for the support, anon. Means a lot for a new writer like myself.

I think you guys would find the Glock scene in AOP,tDtP (pic-related) pretty hilarious.

>>33474821
God I feel like shit, I can barely speak, but I think I'll try posting that Glock scene. Honestly that book of mine is a drama, lots of shit going on in it, and it wasn't right of me to shill it here on /k/. In fact it's the one book I've written so far where the main protagonist knows dick-all about firearms, a complete noguns, but that's why I think the scene is funny. I'll start posting, hopefully you guys will get a giggle out of it.

>Excerpt

The rest of the morning was largely a blur. He called his foreman, telling him he couldn’t make it in. Needed some time off desperately. He wasn’t happy to hear it, but having a worker with a black eye never did look good; allowed the time off. Without a shower, without breakfast, not even bothering with a change of clothes, he took the keys and left. Drive-thru at a 24-hour fast-food joint, which was necessitated by the highway. Sort of a truck stop. Breakfast, can’t remember what.

Took a nap in the back of the truck to while away a few hours, buy some clothes once stores started to open, liquor, convenience store to pick up some food and water just in case he didn’t make it. Gun store… plastering on his best smile, he got a firearm that was ‘small and simple’. Wasn’t long before he had a Glock 43 in his hand. A subcompact 9mm pistol, very limited capacity due to its single-stack mag. Felt awkwardly small in his large hand.

“How about something a bit more ‘classic’?” The guy behind the counter eyed him closely with a smirk, feeling as though this was a test. One that he was all too eager to accept. Giving one brief upwards nod in recognition, eye contact never lost, he replied ‘just a second.’

>Context for the story and why he's bugging out for the time being

Wife is really and truly ready to fuck him in divorce court if he tries to break things off. Might even have evidence to help her, not that it would be needed considering how fucked-over men get in divorces.

>>33475311
Makarov PM? Cold War classic from the Soviet Union… nah. Still pretty small. TT-33? Another Soviet pistol, a somewhat awkwardly vertical grip compared to what western shooters are typically used to. Eventually he decided on a Glock 23.
“How about this? A guy your size can handle a .40 no problem.”
“Glock 40?”
“Glock 23, chambered in .40 Smith and Wesson. A bit more potent than 9mm but not as much ‘oomph’ as .45 ACP. It’s compact like a Glock 19, but not overly so. Great for concealed carry.” Taking it in hand, it didn’t take long before he decided it’d do, so took it with 5 boxes of ammo; 250 rounds in total.

“Youuuuuu BITCH!” He shouted, “HAAAA-haha.” Laughing triumphantly, it felt amazing to let it all out like this. Right there a short ways down a dirt road, the pistol remained unloaded in its Glock-brand carrying case, the 5 boxes of .40 S&W scattered about it. ‘.40 Short and Weak’ the fellow had said, but then assured the man that it was a fairly potent little cartridge. Far from the original 10mm it was derived from, but still respectable in its own right.

Pressing a button on the roof in the truck, a light came on suddenly. He was just working on sitting up straight when it came on, blinding him, and he grunted at the offending glow to his eyes now accustomed to darkness. The show still played on his phone but lately he’d been busy yelling at the inside of the truck, pointing here and there, gesturing, looking at the darkness instead of the screen.

>More context

He's in his early 20s, about 6'2 or so, lanky, works in construction. Married his wife a couple years ago, a girlfriend he had for a long time. Tried to concieve a baby, can't, he got checked by a doctor but she won't do the same, insists it's his fault. Mentally and verbally abuses him basically on the daily. Married life is misery, Whatever he has left of the day after work he usually spends at a pub until he's drunk and/or when it's closing time.

>>33475311
>>33475322
With a grin, giving a sniffle to clear his nose, throat feeling a little bit sore though barely noticeable thanks to the booze, he grabbed that carrying case. Looking at it, turning it this way and that, he pulled the slide back. It locked open, which made the drunk man look at it perplexedly. Hitting the back of it, then pulling it, it still wouldn’t go forward; he was not particularly used to firearms and declined to have the dude at the store teach him how to use it. Pushing a button on the left side of the grip, way in the front not far from the trigger, the mag fell into his lap. He giggled.

After hitting the back of the slide another couple times, he tried pulling it again, this time it went into battery with a CLACK which made him jump, then giggle again. Taking the magazine in hand, he grunted as he bent down to get a box of ‘bullets’ as he called cartridges. It was hard to open the tab at the side, clumsy fingers ripped the thin cardboard box, so he just ripped his way into it. A Styrofoam tray held the 50 rounds, which soon tumbled out of his fumbling hands to drop half its rounds on the back seat. He groaned at this.

“How d’ya like me now, Samantha? This manly enough for you?” He asked to nobody as he sat in the back seat, loading rounds into the mag. Amazingly, he managed to load them the right way in; rim first, bring it back, bullet pointing forward. Another, and another, and another. His thumb was getting sore and tired at around 8 or 9, so he stopped there. A series of holes on the back of the mag showed some brass but he didn’t bother to find out how many rounds they told he had in it.

>More context/story
Wife's name is Samantha, she has lots of female family members who have lots of babies, she wants lots of babies but can't have any though won't accept that it's her fault. Regularly mocks his masculinity, claiming that he's not a real man. She doesn't work, doesn't cook, doesn't clean, doesn't even bathe.

>>33475311
>>33475340
“Can kill some zom-zoms now, haha.” Slamming the mag in, he aimed the pistol at the cell phone. “Pow…” deep voice, drawn out, tried to make it sound cool. Not bad attempt. He turned the pistol in his hand, looking at it, his drunken smile faltering. It was brought closer, closer, though not up to his eye to read the words on it. It passed his gaze, went to the side of his head, the muzzle pressed at the temple. It was the start of the weekend, it was Thursday night. He told Jenny he’d see her now. Well, not now, but a few hours ago when he got off work. Eyes closed, feeling the cool metal barrel on his skin.

“Fuck it…” he wept, tears coming out, feeling his nose moisten. The bottle of whiskey, a couple ounces left in it, was down with the other boxes of ammo. Sniffling, he opened his eyes, still holding the pistol to his head. Looking ahead into the darkness, he seen lights in the distance heading towards him. Gasping, knowing his light was on and he was faintly visible from behind the passenger seat, he dropped the arm holding the pistol. It rumbled along, passing by, and was soon out of sight. Darkness again, the road was his; he was alone.

“Rot in Hell, Sam… rot in fucking Hell…” he muttered, bringing the pistol to his head again. It was shaking, he was shaking, his finger was coming down slowly, more and more. In a jolt he yanked the trigger back and heard a ‘click’. Heart racing, he let the pistol in hand fall to his lap, mouth coming open as he breathed heavily, sweat starting to drip down his brow. Eyes finally opened as he looked down at the polymer-framed side-arm.

>More context/story
Samantha, or Sam, basically just eats, drinks, and sleeps. She's an alcoholic at this point pretty much, he's basically one as well, the master bedroom, only bedroom in the house, regularly smells like her BO and is filled with liquor botles and empty 2L soda bottles. He sleeps on the couch. Always. Willingly.

>>33475311
>>33475352
“The fuck… the fuck…” two curses in about as many second? Frankie, tut tut… he started hitting the pistol, pulling the trigger; nothing. Pulling back the slide he seen the chamber, or ‘hole’ in his mind, as well as the top round in the magazine. Letting the slide go, he grabbed it again and pulled it back. The round popped out to the right, clinking against the window, and letting it go more slowly watched as a round was stripped from the mag to go into the ‘hole’.

Turning the pistol sideways again to look at it, he pulled the trigger to see if it’d work. This was not a wise decision.

BANG!

In the confines of the car, it rung in his ears terribly. He dropped the firearm as though it was on fire, jumping terribly in his seat, he was shaking from fright as his hands came to his ears as though it would help the ringing, eyes closing, shaking horribly. Shock, he was in shock, rocking back and forth in his seat at what he’d just done, then realizing in his inebriated state that the bullet had to have gone somewhere. Looking to the side, a hole and a series of cracks was in the back driver-side window.

“Fuuuuuuck…” Frank groaned, upper body lowering with the intent to have it rest flat down but due to his height of course his head hit the back of the passenger side seat. Looking down, the casing rest between his feet after having bounced off the back of the passenger seat. Another dragged-out curse left him, just as lost in the ringing in his ears as the last one. Closing his eyes once more, his head craned back and tapped against the back of the chair again, hating himself for what he’d done. Eyes still closed he reached over, flicked off the light, leaned over to his left, and ignored the cardboard, Styrofoam, and ammo he fell on before passing out.

>End of Chapter 3

What do you think, anons? Do you find it to be an interesting mix of humour and tragedy as well?

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>>33475362
looks neat

Also, JT update today

>>33475362
I found it to be situationally humorous. I can also visualize how a noguns would fuck up loading a pistol.

That backstory, though...that poor bastard. I can only hope that there's a murder-suicide in the near future.

>>33473279
>Drinking on duty?
what gave you the idea they were *on duty*? Alcohol is strictly forbidden in military installations and even more during exercises etc. but exceptions do happen, two beers per man in connection to sauna is such an exception.

>>33475573
Glad you enjoyed it... and that cannon looks like something out of WWII. I do love small arms and obsess over them to no small degree, but sadly I am basically illiterate in terms of artillery, vehicles, planes, tanks, and stuff like that.

>>33475621
Yeah I had some fun making him such a stupid noguns. HOW DO YOU FUCK UP WITH A GLOCK?! lol Anyways he's drunk as shit and that was probably the first time he's even TOUCHED a firearm, so yeah, I had some fun with it. As for the future of the book, I could spoil it for you if you really want. I mean, I'd rather just shill it and tell you to buy the book but I don't want to get into too much of a habit of that. I'll write it below, so stop reading here if you'd rather get the book to find out for yourself. It's a novella, by the way. Almost 29,000 words. A novel is 40,000+ words. So it's a short read and at $5.25US for paperback if memory serves and $0.99 for eReader/Kindle, it's pretty affordable. Anyways, here goes, ending is below.

This here is the ending bit so spoilers ahead. So in this book he has a very close relationship with a bartender woman who is over a decade older than him, might even be almost two decades older. He's 21 or 22 (can't remember) and she's in her late 30s if memory serves. She helps him in dealing with his wretched wife, helps him to take into action a fantastic real-life strategy that married men can use to try and save themselves in divorce court. ANYWAYS, divorce happens, he doesn't lose TOO much, mostly just his home (which Sam soon loses due to not working) and his truck, but keeps all the money he's saved, and it was a very respectable sum. In a relationship with Jenny (bartender), she thinks she can't get pregnant anymore, gets pregnant, they get married, his family is in the front yard having a picnic at his new home, Sam drives through fence and into house with HIS truck, comes out with HIS Glock which he forgot under the back seat or something... (cont.)

>>33475716
>(Cont.) SPOILERS CONTINUE FOR "Another One Please, to Dull the Pain"!

... Frank (the main character) is ready to take a bullet to try to protect his family even though obviously a .40 can fully penetrate a human body, especially since the ammo he bought was FMJ if memory serves. Turns out that she was also a derp and didn't chamber a round, so while she's finicking with the slide he tackles her, gets the pistol from her, and in a savage rage yells at her (which he basically NEVER does, seriously, he's pretty much a huge beta who just used to accept abuse from his wife without ANY retaliation because he knows it's useless) as he points the pistol at HER now. She's homeless, been living in the truck, doing desperate things to make a bit of money (even B&E's if memory serves), doesn't really have anything left to live for, so lunges her hands towards the pistol. Not to try and take it, but with his finger already on the trigger (remember; he's a dumb noguns), she basically tries to hit it and make the trigger get squeezed. She is successful, he shoots her in the head. He does a little bit of time for it, SERIOUSLY mentally fucked for having seen his ex-wife get shot through the head, eventually gets out of jail and sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night in a bit of a panic I think, and just... yeah. He 'technically' has a happily ever after with his 2nd wife, but he's mentally scarred from what has happened, but Jenny will love him forever because he was ready to take a bullet for her, for their child, and also attacked an armed crazy person while unarmed so as to save his family.

There's a few details I left out, there's some intense shit that goes on besides all this and the attempted suicide in the back of the truck, but that sums up the ending pretty nicely. There's also a character named Terrence (nicknamed Terry) which I more or less based off of Terrence Popp from Youtube. Badass US Army guy who got royally fucked when he got divorced.

>>33475716
>>33475747
[WHYTHEFUCKDOSPOILERSNOTWORKONK]

>>33473121
it's more about the feeling of being ignored.

>>33475766
i'm reading!

>>33475716
>>33475747
Oh yeah, and about shilling, all 5 of my books are on KDP Select, which means they're available to read if you're subscribed to Kindle Unlimited, so you can read it there anytime you like if you want. I'd also mention that it counts page 'reads', but really you don't even have to read it. If you just open up my books and flip through the pages until the end, you'll be basically sending me money, which I would of course appreciate. The average rate (though it changes month by month) is about half a cent per page, so if you flip through 200 pages I'll get ABOUT $1.00US. Might not sound like much, but I appreciate all the help I can get, so if any of you guys have Kindle Unlimited I'd be eternally grateful if you could throw me a few hundred page reads.Cheers!

>>33475754
You guys are worth it, and I also put in spoiler alerts so anyone who DIDN'T want it spoiled for them should be able to avoid it. Also, there's a lot more that goes on in the book than just the ending so even if the ending got spoiled, reading it would still provide more substance and character development.

Is it wrong that I drop my trip and post as anon in order to get my dose of (You)s?

Because I feel a lot like >>33475766

>>33475783
Not only that, but come on. "Another One Please, to Dull the Pain" is just a drama. I normally don't even bring it up because it's not particularly /k/-related, so if I go ahead and tell people the ending it doesn't really matter I don't think. Though to be fair, a cool 50-odd year old dude who is really into survivalism, zombie books, and post-apocalyptic stuff in general who absolutely ADORES my LatD series decided to give that book a try. I really expected him not to like it, but he loved it surprisingly enough. So maybe some people on /k/ WOULD like it. Anyways, there's spoiler alerts so hopefully those who would rather read it instead of go ahead and find out its ending will be spared. Also in my defence, I'm incredibly sick, seemingly only getting sicker, and I feel drugged even though sadly I have no drugs. I would fucking love some drugs to take away the pain/discomfort right now...

>>33473911
>The same goes for the two other stories you got.
actually I have five ongoing stories, four of them are binned, one I am keeping out of my bins for the time being because reasons.

but yeah I know there are probably more people reading my stuff than what the (you)s would suggest.

>>33473911
To my knowledge, there are two basic writing methods. "Discovery Writing" and "Outline Writing". Outline writers gather info ahead of time, typically establishing the characters and story to a degree, and then writing is just filling in the blanks so you can create you book. Discovery writers (also called 'pantsers' for writing on the seat of their pants or something like that) typically just go with the flow. They get a basic idea, an idea of the character(s) they want to start out with, and just start typing. Discovery writers themselves are sometimes surprised as twists and turns just pop into their head. Personally, I've tried both, but I'm more of a discovery writer. I like to just go with the flow and see where my imagination takes me. I've gotten tingles while writing before from the ideas I've had and things I could implement.

Perhaps you're a discovery writer as well?

>>33475792
I'm pretty sure that the only reason why I'm getting any is because this is the first thread that I've ever posted a story in. Though, according to Pastebin, 103 people have at least looked at my story, so that's something.
It would be nice if you could get comments on Pastebin. . .

>>33476138
I know that I am definitely a discovery writer. When I started all I had was "I want a story about a lesbian gunsmith and her Mosin raifu"

[spoiler]>tfw Grammarly corrects raifu to waifu. It knows. . . [/spoiler]

>>33476180
Fair enough. I have lesbians in one of my books. One rapes and murders the other in a fit of tribadismal passion. I think I just invented the word tribadismal. Grammarly says it's not a word, but I say otherwise.

>>33476138
>I'm more of a discovery writer. I like to just go with the flow and see where my imagination takes me
pretty much the same here

>Discovery writers themselves are sometimes surprised as twists and turns just pop into their head.
this keeps happening to me a lot, it's part of the reason Riikka was stuck for so long; I drove myself into a corner by starting to write an update, running out of stuff to write mid-post & just writing what ever to make the post longer, leaving the story in a place where I couldn't figure out how to continue from there.

>>33476219
Can't say I've ever had that problem. As a self-published author, I have no real time restraints unless IRL issues get into the mix but that shouldn't become an issue anytime soon. So if I run into some writer's block, then I can always just wait until an idea hits me. I'm essentially my own boss, by so far my boss has paid me fuck-all. He's such an asshole.

HAH! That reminds me, there's a line in "Another One Please, to Dull the Pain" that I REALLY like. If memory serves, Frank (main protagonist) is drunk (as usual) and is thinking or talking about 'home'. 'Home' being the house that he happens to own where his wretch of a wife stays in the bedroom, stinking it up and making it filthy with all her empty bottles, meanwhile he willingly accepts the couch because he tries to avoid her. He thinks of the saying "home is where the heart is" which he laughs to, and says something along the line of "more like home is where the colon is, which is fitting because she really is an asshole." It was colon, prostate, sphincter, something like that, but I thought it was a clever little piece of comedic writing in the middle of all the bullshit going on in this poor fuck's life.

>>33476219
to elaborate: if a story was a road trip my process would be like starting with getting behind the wheel in my car in Finland with a plan of one day being in USA, starting to drive towards Moscow and Urals planning on driving through Siberia & at Pacific coast find a way of getting to North-America with my car, only to find myself a week later in France buying a ticket on a vehicle ferry to get to England.

>>33470807
and one more:

>After mapping the shadow areas all teams return to the command post to find a bunch of strangers being briefed by the captain in the forest next to the command post, he explains that these men are reinforcements sent by the battalion command in order to bring the company to full strength.
>You are almost immediately tasked with giving the men assigned to the comm team a crash course on the equipment they'll be using since some of it hasn't been in use in conscript training for years & one piece of equipment, a manually operated telephone exchange that's still perfectly suitable for communications between the command post and the various guard posts and billets with field telephones, dates back to WWII.
>The truck which brought the reinforcements here also brought three KvKk 62 light machineguns and a pile of ammo belts and their pouches for the Fist to use as there aren't enough PKMs to go around and "rat guns" will do the job just as well, the truck also brought more ammo and other supplies, indicating that the battalion expects logistics to become unreliable in the near future.
>The crash course goes without any trouble & the next item on the agenda is training the newcomers to use the KvKk since it hasn't been part of conscript training either for some years now, the driver who brought the machineguns relayed a message from the armorer that the weapons were properly serviced and zeroed prior to being issued to the company, though everyone present agrees that this should be taken with a grain of salt, besides you'll have to field strip them as part of the training anyway so you'll find out soon enough whether they are in fact clean & the sights being off isn't much of a problem with machineguns.
>As the newcomers are trained in the use of KvKk it turns out the guns are in fact clean & despite the guns looking brand new their sights show signs of having been adjusted once or twice, maybe they *were* zeroed after all.

>>33476180
So you HAVE been using Grammarly. I wondered.

Your incorrect homonym use went down.

>>33477026
It is useful, yes.
I am currently working on the ending for the flashback.

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>>33470807
pic related

>>33477026
Don't be rude; if he's a homonym then that's HIS choice. It's current year, bruh. Don't be so closed-minded about the LGBTBBQ+ community.

>>33477125
Now to get Steve89 to eat this

>>33477156
what if he's in the Navy? because fuck the gays in the Navy (after all what civilians call gay is "team spirit" in the Army, what Army calls gay is "brotherhood" in the Navy & what Navy calls gay is illegal everywhere)

>>33477177
Hahaha that's a new one! Never heard that one before!

>>33477177
I need to remember this next time I meet a squid

>>33473053
>Nonna woke shortly after you
>upon seeing that you’re not only alive but awake and okay, she broke out into tears
>She climbed onto your bed and pulled you into a hug while sobbing into your shoulder
>You’d never been in a situation like this. You didn’t really know what you should do
>If you’re being perfectly honest with yourself, your reaction of returning her hug and patting her head was more do to years of watching anime than any natural instinct
>It’s just that, whenever this kind of thing happened in anime, that’s what the appropriate response seemed to be
>Your social retardation isn’t as bad as it was then, at least
>As you patted her head and held her, you noticed her ears and tail were that of a wolf’s
>This seemed odd to you, but it felt too good being held to ruin it with such inconsequential thoughts
>She held you, and you held her, stroking her head, for a long time before a nurse came in to do a check up on you
>It was as the silver-haired angel got off of you that you noticed that she, in fact, had a massive, ragged scar on her face.
>It was almost as if a bullet had skidded across her forehead, over her nose, and down her left cheek
>you also noticed that she was wearing an M69 Soviet uniform
>In hindsight, it seems rather obvious who she was, and is, but you had just woken up after a life-threatening experience and couldn’t think properly
>You also blame the painkillers that you’re sure were also in your system
>The nurse told you that your legs had to be amputated and replaced with cyborganic ones, which was news to you as they felt normal
>Hell, you STILL forget every now and then that they’re fake
>The nurse checked you over while Nonna stood nearby, just watching you. Making sure that the nurse didn’t try anything funny
>Almost as if she were your bodyguard; tear-streaks still marring her scarred, yet beautiful, face while she stood her watch

>>33478244
>A doctor came in as the nurse was leaving and looked you over
>He told you that you would likely be discharged from the hospital in a few days, and just had to go through some rehabilitation therapy to get your muscles used to moving again and to get you used to your new legs
>After the Doctor had left, you turned to your impromptu bodyguard
>She looked back at you, and then away to the floor
>In her eyes you saw fear and regret
>It was then that you realized that you hadn’t actually said anything to her yet, and neither had she said anything to you.
>Before you can really think up what you should say, a man from your squad walks in with arms full of boxes and cards
>The man is Sgt. Bergmann. He’s got a fucked up sense of humor, but he cares for his weapons just the same as you do, so you figure that he’s alright
“I come bearing gifts!”
>He shouted in his usual boisterous nature
“Lots of get-well-soon cards and some original spam-cans for your Mosin”
>He sets the boxes down with a metallic clunk
“Can’t bring you the booze that we got for you yet, though. . . You’re a lucky girl, you know. If your Mosin’s geist hadn’t come and gotten us, we would have probably been too late” He laughed, casually gesturing to the Ice-blue eyed woman standing on the other side of the bed
>She looked as though she wanted to run away once he had said that
>”What was he talking about?” I thought. “None of my guns have ever shown their geist forms. Why now, were you worthy of seeing them?”
>The look of confusion on my face must have been enough to convey what I was thinking to the sergeant, as he turned and said:
“Looks like you’ve got some catching up to do. I’ll give you some privacy for that.”
>Before closing the door he added
“Try not to fall down any more cliffs, you hear?”
>And the door was shut

>>33478258
>It took you a few minutes to really process what had just been revealed to you
>After thinking it through, you decided upon a course of action
“Nonna?” You asked, quietly.
“Дa?” She answered back, still looking away
“Why did you and the rest of grandpa’s guns never show yourselves to me before? Even when grandpa was still alive?”
“We. . . We were afraid.” She replied slowly.
“Of what?”
“Of getting too attached again. We didn’t want to have to loose another master zhat we loved. If we stayed as only guns, we zhought zhat we could detach ourselves from it, at least a little bit. Zhat our master would just treat us as tools” Nonna started. Her eyes beginning to water. “We zhaught zhat zhis is what would happen, but we were wrong. About you, and about your grandfazher, Daniel. Never once did he, nor you ever treat us as just tools. He gave us names when we would not provide our own. He would only ever call us by zhem! He would always take such great care to keep us cleaned and maintained, and take us shooting, and make sure than anyone who he let shoot us handled us properly!”
>Nonna had started crying again. She sat down on one of the chairs that were near her and continued
“When he died, we felt it. Perhaps not quite as strongly as before, but it was still zhere, and it hurt. But we zhought, perhaps zhis is for zhe best? He is giving us to his granddaughter, who is only 13. Yes she treated us well wizh her grandpa, but perhaps she will treat us only as tools? She is a young girl, after all, why would she spend so much time and effort on her guns? What need has she for us?”
>Nonna held her head in her hands as she continued, looking straight at the floor

>>33478262
“We were wrong about you, zhough. You treated us just as well as your grandpa had, perhaps better! And when you took me wizh you to boot-camp, I could only barely contain my excitement and fear. I was so happy zhat you would choose ME of all of your weapons, or out of she weapons zhat you could be issued by the military to be your weapon! I was elated zhat I had a chance to go back to war, and wizh someone who I knew would take good care of me!”
>Nonna paused for a moment. She looked up and our eyes met
“But I was terrified. Terrified zhat I would lose anozher master. Not just anozher master, zhough, but one zhat I loved. I was terrified zhat I would underperform and zhat you would toss me aside in favor of anozher rifle.”
>Nonna then stood up and walked over to you.
>You had been silent this entire time. Listening intently to Nonna’s story
>She took your hand in hers, gently. Her hands were calloused, but somehow still soft and warm. It nearly made your heart skip a beat
“And how could I not love you? Not only did you always treat be well, but you never zhrew me away, even in zhe face of such vastly superior rifles! You even used me to out-perform most of zhem!”
>She drew your hand with hers up to her forehead
“When you fell, and when you were covered by zhe landslide zhat followed, it was zhe most terrifying zhing zhat I had ever experienced!”
>Her tears were now rolling down your arm as she cried out her explanation to your, apparently, deceptively simple question
“I immediately transformed and started digging for you. Once I found you, and you were alive, I was so happy, but I knew zhat zhat would not be enough, and so I ran back to zhe camp as quickly as I could to get your squadron.”
>she lay your arm down a bit, looked into your eyes, still crying, and smiled
“On zhe way back, when I heard you calling for me, you cannot imagine how happy I was, but at zhe same time, it scared me, just as it still does”

>>33478268
>At that point in time, the only things that you could think were “I want to protect this girl’s smile. I want to make her happy. I want her to never leave me.”
>Thinking these thoughts, you begin to pull her down to you with the hand that she has clasped in her own, never breaking eye contact
>You had started to cry as well shortly after she had said that she loves you,
“Nonna, I’m sorry for all of the hardship that I’ve put you through. . .” you tell her as you continue to pull her closer
“Wha-?” is all that she got out before she realized what you were doing, her eyes wide, but she didn’t resist as you pulled her in for a kiss
>She smells of gunpowder, oil, Iron, and Cosmoline.
>the kiss was soft, but passionate
>in truth, it was the first time that you’d ever kissed anyone, but it felt so right.
>Nonna was red as a beet, but that didn’t stop her from bringing you in for a second kiss.
>The second lasted a bit longer than the first and felt just as good.
“Nonna, I love you. Please, never leave me” you pleaded, breathlessly
>Nonna pulled you into a hug and whispered into your ear
“Я тoжe тeбя люблю(I love you too). I swear, I will never leave you.”
>She hasn’t yet after 10 years, so you’re pretty sure that she’s not going to.

>>33478279
>After getting released from the hospital you returned to your unit with a new nickname: Dirt Nap. Nonna was less than pleased
>(She almost stabbed Sgt. Bergmann when he first called you by it)
>you thought that it was funny, though, so it stuck
>After boot your unit was assigned to an SC defense fleet that was set up to defend the Deneb star system against pirates and unauthorized entry by non-allied vessels
>You managed to get 64 kills in the 2 years that you were out there with her.
>Another 15 with Stella after you ran out of ammo for Nonna or the time they had a suit of powerarmour.
>You were too close and too in line-of-sight to be able to take careful shots with Nonna at the weak points
>A lot of pirates began to surrender when they saw you and Nonna, or after you’d fired your first shot after some time.
>The crack of tungsten going supersonic was loud, yes, but Nonna was by far louder. Sometimes they thought that the sound was shaped charges going off BEHIND them and that they were surrounded.
>Other times it was what Nonna did to them when they were hit.
>The Gauss and railguns that the rest of the marines used would usually make rather clean holes going in and out due to how fast they were, and they would sometimes inadvertently cauterize the wounds due to the slugs being so hot.
>Not Nonna. Nonna’s bullets tumbled and made massive craters in their bodies when the bullet came out
>They would always bleed
>Gauss and Railguns often also killed instantly, no matter where it hit due to shock
>They would almost always survive to suffer if you didn’t hit them in the head or spine
>It horrified the pirates
>There was also the time that you ran out of carried ammo, and so you bayonet charged 5 pirates while they were re-loading
>Only one barely survived
>Nonna was so happy about having been used in conflict to her fullest again that she almost didn’t berate you for retardedly charging five heavily armed pirates with an unloaded rifle and bayonet

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>JT update coming soon.

Also, would you like more in depth anatomy class in the AT series after that?

>>33478284
>All of these fond memories wash over you in the few minutes that it takes for your guns to get their share of Nonna’s heavenly food
>You walk in as Natalia walks out with her plate
>Guns that come in to be serviced and are still here for lunch are guests and get fed too
>You walk with a big smile on your face, left over from your momentary reminiscing, into the kitchen to find Nonna waiting for you with a plate with just a bit more than everyone else’s had
>Syrniki, apple sauce, and a baked potato
“Look at you, always spoiling me!” you laugh as you take the plate and kiss your wonderful raifu
“Only zhe best for you, Tanya.” she coos as she grabs her own plate of the same foods “Did somezhing good happen?”
“Yeah, I met you,” you reply suggestively. “But, yeah. I was just remembering when you first showed yourself to me and our first deployment.”
>Nonna sighs
“I wish zhat it could have been under better circumstances. . .”
“But would you have even come out if you didn’t have to?” You reply, slowly walking towards the dining room.
>Nonna lets out a short, dry laugh.
“No, probably not. I’m glad zhat I did, but I wish zhat you didn’t have to almost die to force me to come out.”
>You and Nonna enter into the dining room. The rest of them are already eating
“Either way, it’s in the past. No use worrying about it now, just in remembering the good things that came about from it.”
>You set down your plate and pull out a chair for Nonna next to your place
“Zhankyou,” she says quickly as she takes the seat. “You’re right, but you know why I still worry.”
>You take your own place and give Nonna a sideways hug with your arm saying:
“I know. Don’t worry, Nonna, I know. I’m not going anywhere without you.”
>She caresses your face as she thanks you.
>You get back to the main event: your angel’s delicious food

>>33478293
>mfw a Nugget will never love me

>>33476828
>After everyone has practiced loading the kvkk you start loading belts & showing the right way of folding them in the pouches (the empty belts are usually stored by rolling them & tying them with string and these ones are no exception) as rolling the loaded belts will almost certainly cause feeding problems, after a while Riikka appears and starts loading a belt while sulking, she seems to be jealous due to the attention you are giving to the machinegun in front of you.
>You start wondering why she'd be jealous over you paying attention to a gun without a geist, until it hits you.
>"Riikka, does this machinegun..." you start asking before being interrupted by Riikka's reply.
>"Yes" is all she says on the matter, she's mad, but not with you, or at least not just you.
>"I'm not mad! Besides that stupid Valmet pisses me off!" she says before immediately contradicting herself.
>"Who are you calling stupid?!" An unknown voice shouts, you all turn towards the voice to see a girl with lynx ears and a tail where the machinegun was just moments ago.
>"Oh, hello, who might you be?" You hurriedly ask before Riikka can retort, this is no time nor place for a cat-fight, though one of them is actually a dog, making it even more important to stop it from happening.
>Riikka glares at you, obviously having read your thoughts, but doesn't go ballistic, instead she just pouts.
>"I'm Kk 62, I don't have a name yet, I-I was sent straight to storage after I left the factory!" the lynx-girl explains shyly, after four decades in a cold underground storage facility excavated into the bedrock anyone would be like that you think as you recall seeing "1973" stamped on the gun.
>"I see, do the other two also have geists?" you ask her while giving her an encouraging smile, causing Riikka to somehow manage to pout even more, you'll have to make sure to pamper her later.
>"I-I don't know!" the lynx-girl says almost crying, causing someone else's rifle, Liisa, to step in to comfort her.

I just realised I haven't linked to my pastebin(s) in a long time, all of my binned stories can be found here:
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>>33478708
Naked cat-girl fight to settle this.

>>33478828
Didn't you read? One's a dog.

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>>33478828

>>33478850
Even hotter

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>>33478914
having a Scandinavian Lynx and a Finnish Spitz go at it is a terrible idea: the former is known to hunt full-grown deer during winter while the latter is a dog breed used for hunting just about anything, including brown bear.

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>>33479042
exciting, isn't it?

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>>33479042
If I had the room, I would get a Caucasian Mastiff. They're fucking massive and so fluffy.

>>33479108
>fucking massive
>so fluffy
Yeah that seems like a pretty fucking accurate statement, Jesus Christ those dogs are huge! That, or that man is a midget!

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>>33479146
They're about the size of a normal wolf, from what I can gather.
These are some new-born puppies

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[It's time!]

You wake up annoyingly early the next morning. The room is bathed in light flowing in from the sun that just lurked over the horizon. The way Lily lay on you made sure she had her back towards the light. You ease your way out of her grip, still making sure the rays of lights are not touching her face. Your eyes linger on it for a few seconds. Her expression was peaceful and… innocent? Her mouth was slightly ajar, with just a hint of drooling. You had a hard time believing that was cute. You still had. But, looking at her like this, it was.

Today could be spent entirely fooling around in the city, buying useful supplies or stay inside and be comfortable. Turns out, you didn’t do any of that. Natalya called

She was, as she usually was when dealing with these matters, extremely brief and on point. Was the lost tank destroyer found again? Lily listens attentively to everything Natalya says, and writes it down. Half a page in her little notebook. Several days of searching by two people had yielded half a page in a notebook. She doesn’t even turn to you, but rather goes straight for the computer, fire that up and starts looking for information. After 25 minutes she delivers a single line

>This is pretty bad
“How bad?”
>Detroit
“Detroit is a war zone in peacetime. I don’t want to know, even less go there in war time”
>Tsssk. Braindead shitstains can try and hurt it as much they want. Armor is 40mm at the thinnest point, necessitating… an armor piercing round of at least 20mm caliber, at 90 degrees and point blank. And that is top and bottom armor. Sides are-
“Yes, i know, very thick, but that doesn’t mean invincible”
>Urban combat is a bitch, true
“Urban… this place, where is it exactly?
>Says here by the… Packard plant?
“...shit”

>>33479170
Not new-born. They're a few months old.

>>33479177

>Something you want to tell me?
“Uhm… that place is a graveyard now”
>A what?
“Okay, a tank, and IFV, a truck or whatever gets fucked up, they get moved to that Packard plant, which is a big repair shop now. The vehicles that can’t be repaired and placed outside and used for spare parts”

Lily just… stops. She doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything. You move up to her, cradle her in your arms. You say some words, try to see what happened to her. But they don’t reach her. Or maybe they do, but don’t do anywhere. Her eyes were open, her heart was beating and she was breathing. But no one was home. You carried her limp body to the bed. She fell into a deep sleep. And stayed that way for a while. She didn’t wake up when you had to to pick up the uniform. And that dress she didn’t know about. You drove there alone, greeted the man and woman working in the store alone, inspected the wares alone. Not that much inspection was needed, it was all very well made, very professional looking and the dress was nothing short of stunning. She would wear this, one day. And you’d be there to see it.

But when you left her there, she was still a very unconscious girl alone in a hotel. To your relief, she was awake when you returned. But, not like you expected. You expected her to have those hazy, tired eyes. But no. She was wearing her game face

>It has been arranged
“What has?”
>We're going to Detroit
“Lily for fucks sake…”
>It's mostly a ruin city anyway. Trail leaves tomorrow at noon. Were okay if we leave here at 7am. The crew is already working on a kit of Schürzen I designed
“Shurtsen?”

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>>33479108
I'm more of a cat person, but if I were to get a dog I'd get a Finnish Spitz, so fluffy in a medium package...

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>>33479189

>Schürzen! Armored skirts, that go on the sides. Commonly used on Panzer III, IV and StuGs. The protected against anti tank rifles back then, and hopefully against shaped charge warheads now. It’s going to add a significant amount of weight, but the drivetrain will take it. We will get rid of the L-39 on top for an M240 and the KPVT for an M2, for ammunition reasons. The MG34 stays, since it already fires NATO ammo. They will-
“Lily, have yo-”
>Shush!

Lily was starting to talk faster and faster. Your plan was to interrupt and calm her down, but she lashes out and shouts at you

>Quiet! Listen! The rest of the crew is fixing that right now. Natalya checked the map for me, it’s 20 kilometers from the train yard to the manufacturing plant. We will drive there and see her, see what- what-

Lily loses momentum as she looks back up to you. As if she just realized she shouted at you. As if any strength she had poured out of her. You walk up to her, take a firm grip under her her arms and hold her

“Lily, i will help you through anything, just as i have promised. But you have to speak with me, especially if we are going into Detroit”
>We need her…
“What do we need her for, Lily?”
>We need her blessing…
“Blessing?”
>It’s a security measure. I can’t tell you exactly, but she will...

Lily relaxes further in your arms. She’s probably not using her legs at all now

>>33479199

>You want to be with me, right?
“Yes Lily, i’ve said it many times, and if i have to, i’ll say it again. I want to be with you”
>Okay. So, as you might have seen, i’m sort of paused. Physically, genetically, whatever. I’ve been this was since…
“Some while ago, right?”
>Yeah. And to sort of prevent… desertion i can’t leave on my own. I need her steel, and her blessing. There are a few other requirements, but i’ve done all of that, or can fix it with Natalya. B-but-
“Shh… it’s okay Lily. We need her, that’s all i wanted to know. We go there, and get your friend, alright?
>Thanks…
“And we will fuck up anything that tries to hurt us or her”
>Yes.. we will
“Enough of that, do we get some food? There is a restaurant in the lobby if you’re tired”
>No, Let’s go outside instead. Get some air and something cheap and greasy

And so it was decided. A walk around in a never sleeping city. The light lights, the skyscrapers, the people wandering around. Lily was looking around with a relaxed curiosity. It was new to her, it was exciting. But not exciting enough to ask or really fix her eyes on anything more than 10 seconds. But suddenly, she started to smile. A real big and shining smile, almost a little laugh

“You look really happy”

She giggles a little and turns to you

>I remembered a joke i heard long ago
“Care to tell it to me?”
>Okay, sure. But you don’t speak german, so i’ll translate it
“Yeah, thanks”
>So, a woman walks up to two men, and asks what time it it
“Mhm?”
>And one of the men responds with “That’s not a oddball, that’s my brother!”

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>>33479205

Lily loses her cool and giggles like a schoolgirl. She found it even more funny when said out loud. But it makes absolutely no sense what so ever to you. You repeat it over and over, and it seems even more strange, almost like she is mocking you every time you try to understand it. But then you realise this is likely a german joke. And explaining a joke is like dissecting a frog. Sure, you understand it, but it dies in the process. But this one wasn’t even close to making sense. There was only one option left

“Lily, was that a pun?”
>Yes, why?
“Damnit Lily, you can’t translate puns…”
>It makes sense in german!
“I don’t speak german”
>I know, that’s why i translated it

She looks confused. If she is mocking you, she hasn’t actually realised she is doing it

“Lily, your confusion is adorable”
>wha-

Any further speaking on her part was muffled by her head being pushed into your shoulder

“God, you’re adorable...”

After explaining a thing or two to a confused Lily, you wander around for some while, get some cheap and greasy food on a street corner and then return to the hotel, where the two of you went to bed early like the responsible adults you are

Lily rises before the sun next morning and has her bag and most of yours before you have even left the bed. She wore civilian clothing, like she usually did away from Jagdtiger. The entire morning was very short, and you had returned to the old champagne colored coupe in under an hour from you leaving the bed. Few hours later you reluctantly leave the car at lot A, in space 212 and start looking for the rest of the crew.