/wfg/ Writefag General_Enterprise vs Japan

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>make new bins
>add new guys
>repair broken links
>keep working on new version of sticky

>>33692492
>tfw the Big-E gave it her all
>she ended up in a scrap yard
I WANT TO DIE

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First for VEE DEE VEE! HELLO FROM THE SKIES!
ULTRAMARINE-COLOR COCKED BERET!

>>33692492
>You manage to get the old Coleman lit, shaking the match out. The interior is unpainted, with a few salvaged chairs siting around, with some blankets and food locked away. You kneel down and start to open it.
>You feel Fiftythree lean against your back, purring softly. Given the day's shoot, you know what she expects. "Hold on a minute, I'm sure you don't want to do that on bare wood..." You say, standing and lifting a thick blanket out and shaking it free of dust and possible creepy crawlies before you lay it out. Next, a few blankets, ranging from thin sheets to thick flannel. You toss them and a few pillows into your make shift bed...
>But a primal urge is rising in you, spurred on by a shape in the bottom of the chest...
>A can of Vienna Sausages. You pick the can up, pulling the tab and opening it. The little, canned hotdogs are a stash away staple. You pull the center one out, poping it into your mouth. Mmm, cheap meats.
>You go for a second, but are inturupted by a familiar shirt getting tossed over your face, snapping you out of your lust for canned meat.
>"Can't you eat later...~?"

>>33692914
No, eat NOW.

Just, eat a different meat....

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I'm writing... I promise, I'm writing (and staying up way too late). Working overtime at the moment, little time for anything else... I'll try and make up for my lack of posting with an extra long update.

And to anyone still following Damaged Goods, those checking my pastebin... thank you for still showing interest, it helps my motivation so much.

>>33692646
I'll post the pic of her scrapped if this day goes down the drain as well

>>33692996
Oh, meat wil be ate... Tomorrow.

>>33693183
Post pic anyways.

Your day can ONLY get better front there.

Guess who's back.

https://youtu.be/j_t7iNxPCxM

Mandatory minimal threadly Nikolay Anisimov song. In this song, Nikolay impersonates the cannon of an MI-28 when set to its highest rate of fire.

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>>33689371
>>33690388
That's good, very good to hear.

>>33690417
This took a completely different turn from what I was expecting. Not that I'm complaining. I'm not. It's good. It's a pleasant surprise.

>>33691810
Don't remember. It's an experimental airplane. That's all I know. That and it never really took off...

>>33692914
Eat the Nugget! ... Sorry. But what >>33692996 said. We're hungry for eating scenes. But I'm sure you know best.

I still can't think of a title for my story and it's driving me crazy. -_-

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Sorry for the radio silence lately. Some new Districts in Dust stuff will be coming down the pipe within the week.

>>33670891
I would just like to say: Eva did nothing wrong.
The Gooks deserved all of it.

>>33692492
>Poly puts me back in the OP
Someone knows how to make me write.

I apologize for the delay in getting back, but I will make it right by thread's end.

Because of my... condition, i do spend quite a lot of time thinking about the matters of life and death. I never thought a phone call could make me so... disgusted with not only all of that, but with myself. Expect some... Different writning later

>>33696487
Talk with someone about it, please.

>>33696487
>>33696664
Personally, I've almost died three different times from things that I couldn't do anything about. I've made my peace already.
I'm not going to An Hero or let myself die if I can help it, but I don't worry about dying anymore. It's just kinda a thing that's going to happen no matter what, so there's no point in worrying about it.
At least, that's how I've come to look at it.

>>33696664
Only real person I see on a reguaranteed basis is a 17 year old girl. She shan't be burdenied with this.

On the plus side, I can get another surgery

>>33696777
>reguaranteed
Wut

*regular

>>33696788
>trips and dubs
>one right after the other
WHAT DO THEY MEAN?!

Anyone got the screencap of when they get a raifu and then lewd her and then initiate intel guys and become a global menace?

June 9th 201X, ESC Robert Schuman

>"Sir, we are about to drop out of hyperspace" the helmsman's report interrupts Colonel Hanssen's thoughts.
>"Major O'Malley, sound "battle stations", I want to be able to fight our way through the combined fleets of the Wraith and Goa'uld the second we drop out of hyperspace if we have to" Hanssen orders his XO, it would make for a very sad ending for their mission if they were attacked by a superior force immediately after dropping our of hyperspace in their destination, a newly discovered galaxy which they had been ordered to explore.
>"Dropping out of hyperspace in 3...2...1...Now!" the helmsman counts down as the Daedalus -class space cruiser drops out of hyperspace. The trip had taken exactly 31 days, having started on Europe Day. Hanssen could still hardly believe this was possible; it was only two years ago that the UN Security Council had informed the World about the fact that not only was there intelligent life outside of Earth, but that Earth had been at war with a number of hostile species for two decades & caused three of them to go all but extinct.
>The various reactions of the 7 billion+ people who had been in mortal danger God knows how many times without knowing it had been predictable: outrage that five nations had had access to alien technology, including devastating new weapons, for years without sharing it with the rest of the World, the accusations that Americans had endangered the entire planet while pursuing their own interests, religious nuts preaching about how the war against the alien species was the final proof of the approaching Armageddon (so far over a hundred cults with a total of 10 000+ followers had attempted mass-suicide, some of them succeeding while most others had failed), and especially in Europe the fear of Russia using the acquired technology to conquer Europe & establish their Eur-Asian Union with Russia holding the reins.

>>33696801
Idk, does kek cure cancer?

>>33693153
I haven't even started since my last update, fug.

>>33696906
He got Trump elected despite all of the propaganda against him, so I don't see why not.
(I mean, it's unlikely, but trying to get kek to help is more likely to work than trying to get Jehovah to.)

>>33696840

>>201X

I feel like that might be a little soon, anon. That implies the story takes place in the next two years.

Otherwise, I'd be interested in seeing more of this. Seems pretty cool.

>>33696840
>Now with all of this in the open, Americans, the French and the reluctant Brits had forced a resolution that all of the acquired technology was to be shared with EU, starting with the construction of two Daedalus -class space cruisers & delivery of 80 spaceflight -capable F-302 -fighters for the European Space Defence force, "Schuman"had been the first to be commissioned with "Brussels" entering service a month before the start of this mission.
>Russians hadn't been too happy with the idea of EU receiving two ships when so far they had only been delivered one & that one had already been destroyed, the British were content with their "Winston Churchill" as were the Chinese with "Sun Zu" & couldn't care less about Russia's grief, the French however insisted that one of the two was supposed to belong to them alone & were trying to get "Brussels" staffed with an all-French crew.
>Because of these reasons this mission had been kept under wraps until the last possible moment, lest Russians or Chinese might try to interfere or even rush to explore this new galaxy first, when the mission was finally revealed the opposition wasn't limited to Russia and China either; the EU parliament was debating the mission until the very minute the mission was supposed to start.
>Yet here they were, in another galaxy only a minute behind schedule (the green light for the mission came precisely one second after the original launch time & "Schuman" entered hyperspace exactly 59 seconds later.)
>"Scan complete, we are orbiting a Mars-sized planet with an athmosphere, the visuals show seas and what looks like vast grasslands spotted by forests and what might be settlements" an analyst, an airforce lieutenant, reports.
>"Very interesting and all, but what I'd like to know the most is if there is anything of military importance in the vicinity" Hanssen responds.
>"Define "of military importance" O'Malley asks just as something hits the ship.

https://pastebin.com/PH4BL0gb

Second part of my Mars story continues. Our two snipers find something new hidden beneath the desert.

Bit below the three asterisks is new stuff.

>>33696954
>"Something like that" Hanssen responds as he turns his attention to the tactical display. There are two large, gray ships approaching from five o'clock, high.
>"Hard to starboard, military thrust! Captain Müller, give me a firing solution for those ships, I want to be able to blow them to pieces the second they fire again! XO, damage report!" he starts giving orders.
>"All systems functional, shields at 100%, either they have a habit of firing warning shots at a reduced power level, or this is going to be a very one-sided fight should they fire again" O'Malley reports.
>"Incoming transmission!" the signals officer interjects.
>"Audio, video or hologram?" Hanssen demands, annoyed that the lieutenant didn't include this piece of information to her report.
>"Unknown sir, our systems can't make heads or tails of this signal!" the signals officer responds.
>"Figures, send the standard hailing signal on all bands, maybe we can find a way of communicating with them" Hanssen orders as he takes a look at the main screen where a larger image of the two ships is being projected. The ships seem to resemble those from Star Wars...
>Just as Hanssen is finishing this thought one of the unidentified ships starts making a hard turn & exposing its' superstructure to them, revealing the arrowhead -shape of the hull.
>"Are you fucking kidding me? I suppose they have a Death Star as well?" O'Malley voices everyone's thoughts, the ships look exactly like Imperial I -class star destroyers, up to and including their size: the computers state their exact lenght to be 1600 meters.
>"Should we launch fighters?" the onboard fighter squadron's commander asks.
>"Against those things? If that maneuver is what I think it is we are about to receive a swarm of enemy fighters and bombers" Hanssen shoots down the proposal.
>"'That maneuver'?" O'Malley asks, fucking normies...
>"It's called Marg Sabl in Star Wars saga, using your hull as a screen while deploying fighters/bombers."

>>33697527
fsck linked to wrong comment
>>33697097

Barrett better post another update for April 24th or I'll accuse him of being a dirty Unionists.

>>33697527
>As soon as he had said it, Hanssen realised he had been careless: he should have taken pre-emptive action as soon as he realised what was happening.
>"Hard to starboard! Get us away from that ship! All railgun batteries prepare to fire along the edge of that ship! Main batteries are to take aim at those radome-like objects at the ends of that tower and wait for my command!" he starts giving orders in a frenzy, hoping he's wrong.
>"Armory, prepare two Mark IX -warheads for immediate delivery, set the timers to ten seconds and wait for my command! Engineering, be ready to beam two payloads inside the base of the towers on both of those ships!"
>Just as he finished issuing orders he saw it: a swarm of small craft appearing from the other side of the closest star destroyer.
>"Railguns open fire! Main battery open fire!"
>The railgun batteries across the superstructure of "Schuman" erupt as they open fire, tracers sweeping across the edge of the enemy ship & taking out those small, black ships trying to get close, but the wall of metal spewn by the railguns doesn't let anything through, after charging for a few seconds the main battery fires a bright white beam at each one of the radomes, effortlessly penetrating the shields and destroying the radomes, upon seeing this the other ship opens up with all it has while the wounded ship seems to have been crippled by the loss of the radomes.
>"Engineering, do you have delivery coordinates?"
>"Yes sir, ready when you are!"
>"Armory, status of the Mark IX's?"
>"Ready and waiting."
>"Armory: timers; Mark!"
>"Engineering: delivery: Mark!"
>"Payloads delivered!"
>"Helmsman, get us away from those ships, emergency thrust, all power to aft shields!"

>>33697737
>The anxiety of everyone on the bridge could be cut with a knife as the countdown approaches zero, what kind of effect would the warheads have on ships like that? The second ship keeps barraging "Schuman" but it seems they aren't deploying fighters, which is good as the railguns had expended all of their ready ammunition in that first salvo & needed to be reloaded.
>"...Zero!" O'Malley finishes the countdown.
>"Lieutenant Diaz, report!"
>"The second ship has ceased fire, the first ship has lost all power!" the officer in charge of external sensors reports.
>"Incoming transmission! Nature still unknown!" the signals officer reports.
>"Keep hailing them on all bands, helmsman, bring us around but keep our distance, I want to see their next move with my own eyes!"
>Minutes tick by as the signals officer tries to establish communications with the surviving ship, then the sensors officer reports:
>"Contact, one unarmed ship escorted by four fighters!"
>"Launch two fighters to meet them, they are to hold their fire unless fired upon!" Hanssen orders. Maybe they are sending negotiators?
>The enemy fighters break off and return to their ship as the two F-302s pass the shuttle and come around.
>"Full scan on that unarmed ship, how many crew and passengers as well as are any of them armed, you know the drill."
>"Already on it sir, three people in the cockpit, one of them carrying what seems to be an energy-based pistol, six passengers, five of them humanoid, four of them armed with energy-based carbines, the sixth being seems to be a robot."
>"Very well, have the fighters escort them to the port hangar, send a security detail to port hangar and have everyone else vacate it, XO has the bridge!" Hanssen orders as he gets up and heads for the ring transporter with two armed marines.
>"This should be interesting" he says to himself as the transporter activates.

>>33696954
>I feel like that might be a little soon, anon. That implies the story takes place in the next two years.
that's the point

>>33698043
I think that's it for the night

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And now for your scheduled updates, this thread The Night Reich.

>"It's a bit different with energy weapons I suppose. NO ONE uses slug throwers out of the stars for some reason." Pitra answered
>"You know, I always thought that had to be some human science fiction fantasy that the aliens never use proper projectile weapons like people who weren't stuck up faggots, 'Ooh look at me, I have four eyes and a mastery of energy weapons.' Imagine my surprise when, no shit, EVERY SHOW about that shit for two hundred years was dead on." Azar added.
"DEAD. ON. Pitra, what have you to say for yourself?"
>"I don't know, how would you have any accuracy with those fucking things? They don't exactly shoot where you point them!"
"BUT THEY DO!"
>"Yeah, when you humans with your space magic show they do!"
>"Have you never heard of RIFLING?" Dane shot back.
>"What the fuck is 'rifling?' Are you just making up words now?"
"That explains a lot."
>While the conversation went on, Jack went about his way first booting the comms array offline and then planting his charges on the life support systems before broadcasting on leader chat.
"Outcast to Moon Man, come in. Charge planted, continuing on mission, have you found Fireball?"
>"Yeah, we found him and his team in the lower quarter pinned down, we remdered him assistance and we're just about to plant out charges, it looks like the whole factory is clear, I want you to get out and wait for us on the ship to clear our tails if anything follows."
"Good shit, we'll be waiting."
>"Orders?" Pitra asked as she looked at Jack, floating through the air.
"Exfil."
>Jack led the way, beginning a slow descent down the elevator shaft when at the most inopportune moment, the gravity kicked on.
>Jack and Dane found themselves falling down the shaft at near terminal velocity as the instinctively switched their suits to strength mode, and shifted themselves into a controlled fall to cushion the fall.

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bumping for more LMF

>>33692914
>You pull the shirt off you face and set the can down, turning to face your rifle. She's nude, laying on her belly atop the pile of blankets, and looking up at you. Her tail flicks around in anticipation. "Come on, Anon, I know you'd rather enjoy me than some discount store rations...~"
>You kick off your boots, sitting down beside her and rubbing down her back, rubbing your fingers over her tail. "I do... But aren't you hungry?"
>She shakes her head, rolling over and resting her head in your lap. You scratch behind her pointy little ears, earning a satisfied purr from Fiftythree. You take a moment to simply enjoy her form. For a 60 year old gun, she's got great... ergonomics...~ A classy profile, guiding your hands right down her smooth sides and to her 'trigger'.
>You slowly run down her shoulders and over her chest, gently squealing her breasts, your thumbs rubbing over her nipples in small circles. She murrs softly, still leaning against your lap as you massage and tease her breasts.
>You watch her body heat up, a thought forming in your head. You lick your lips, looking down to face your feline raifu.
>"You know, I'm still a bit hungry..." You tease. "If you wanna turn around..." You start, but before you can finish, she has turned a full 180, spreading herself out while pulling a pillow to her chest, hiding her mischievous smile behind it.

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Another update for a still unnamed story. I'm gonna consider this the end of part 1, so next update will be in a new Pastebin.

https://pastebin.com/zy7SsnSy

As always, I'd love to hear what you all think of it so far. Name suggestions are welcomed greatly.

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>>33701765
I just feel so bad for Charlotte in this. She's been through some awful shit and suddenly had her entire world changed completely, and now she's in a house where nearly everyone seems to hate her for merely existing, and the one person who doesn't is totally oblivious to what's happening. Good work like always, Road, this is one of my favourite ongoing stories at the moment and I look forward to seeing where you take it.

As for a name, maybe "A New Life" would work? It's a little generic, but when Mac said “You have a new life, so why not try new foods?”, it sort of jumped out at me as to being pretty apt for what the story is about.

>>33551923
>Nonna’s sobs having slowed down now
“Are… Are you sure?” she timidly asks
“Of course I am,” you say as you pull back to see her face
>She’s smiling now, though she’s still got some tears rolling down her cheeks
“Cпacибo (thank you),” she replies
>You kiss her forehead and give her another quick bear-hug
>You let her go and, using the bedsheets, wipe the tears from her face.
“C’mone, Nonna,” you encourage her. “Let’s get dressed, get breakfast, and get this whole physical rehabilitation shit sorted out.”
>You do just that
>in the middle of your and Nonna’s getting dressed a nurse walks in
>Apparently he’s here to wake you up and get you breakfast, then to get you to your first therapy session
>At least he had the courtesy of covering his eyes with his clipboard instead of staring
>This also made him blind to the enraged Russian rifle bayonet charging him
>You shout her name and tell her to stop
>Dead. In. Her. Tracks.
>Well, shit. She really pays attention when you’re the one talking
>You tell Nonna to just finish getting dressed before berating the nurse for no knocking
>Once you have a pair of loose sweatpants and T-shirt, that the nurse had brought, on the three of you get going
>The walk down to the cafeteria is uneventful aside from Nonna occasionally glaring at the nurse escorting you
>You still aren’t having much luck on the whole walking on your own front, but it is what it is
>Considering tired your body is from just a little while ago
>Breakfast is cereal or oatmeal, milk, toast, and scrambled eggs
>You get oatmeal
>It tastes terrible, especially the eggs, but it’s better than Shit On A Shingle
>Or is it?
>You really aren’t sure. It’s probably at least marginally better
>After you and Nonna finish eating the nurse takes you across the hospital to a rehab center
>He occasionally asks if you would prefer a wheelchair
>You tell him no with increasing irritation until he finally stops

>>33702776
>Once you get to the gym area the nurse directs you towards a set of long rails set up near the middle of the floor
>Nonna reluctantly lets go of you once you get over to the rails and are leaning against one of them
>you spend the next few hours until lunch walking back and forth using the rails to keep stable
>After lunch it’s more of the same until supper
>Upon finishing your food, you and Nonna go back to your room
>Shortly after getting into the bed, you’re out
>You wake up the next morning cuddling your rifle
>What?
>Why is Nonna back to being just a rifle?
>You sit up and clutch the rifle to your chest as you bring your legs up to you
“Was that just a dream…?” you wonder aloud
>You question as to whether or not you were just hallucinating the last few days
>It makes more sense, after all
>There’s no real reason why things should have gone so well
>If she hadn’t come out before, and she really didn’t want to get attached, then it doesn’t make sense for her to ever come out
>You don’t care if you do take good care of her, is that really enough for her to care that much about you?
>The reasons that you saw were probably just some way of your subconscious explaining why your weapons never showed themselves anyway
>Even if it was just a delusion, it was the happiest that you’ve ever really been since your grandpa died
>You don’t think that you could reall-
>Wait. Delusion? But… people saw her and reacted to her, so it would have had to have been a dream, right?
>But, if it were, then you would have had to have not woken up until just now, right?
>However, if you had just now woken up, then you would still be hooked up to the machines, right?
>Unless you’ve replaced the past few days with false memories, then it should have been real
>Well, only two ways to check. Ask someone else who’d been here at the time, and ask Nonna
>'Fastest option is first…
“Nonna?” you ask tentatively

>>33702793
>It takes a few minutes of anxious waiting before you finally get a reply
“Mmm… Ah, yes? Did you need somezhing, Tanya?”
>Nonna sounds like she’s been sleeping
“OH! You want to go to zhe cafeteria, yes?” she asks
>She’s apparently having concluded that that was why you’d woken her up.
“If you will not hold me so tightly zhen I would be happy transform and help you zhere.”
>You do anything but let her go. Instead you nuzzle your cheek against the wood of her foreward stock
“No, Nonna. I was just-” you start, unsure of how to proceed. “I was trying to make sure that it wasn’t a dream.”
“...Zhat what wasn’t a dream?” Nonna inquires cautiously
>You lovingly stroke the gash on her bolt as you reply
“That you had actually finally shown yourself to me,” you explain. “When I woke up, and you were in your rifle form, I may, or may, not have had a minor panic attack, not being used to you being like that after having woken up to you in your geist form twice. This is the first time that you’ve been in your rifle form since revealing yourself to me. Isn’t it?”
>You still feel that the truth is better than trying to save face.
>What point is there in trying to save face anyway? If you’ve learned one thing from those gook cartoons and comics, it’s that not telling the truth to your romantic partner is a retarded idea
“Wha-? N-No! I was just sleeping!” she frets. “I am sorry zhat I scared you like zhat. I promise zhat I will not do it again!”
>She was just sleeping. Right. You will need to remember that she’s still a gun too
>It’s probably more comfortable for her to be in her rifle form anyway, right?
>Still, though. Having her worry about you like this just gives you all kinds of warm fuzzy feelings that you’ve never experienced before
>Sure, Sven’s done shit like this before (to lesser extents), but that’s Sven. He’s your brother and it’s just annoying when he does it

>>33702812
>But Nonna, you’re sure that she would be looking absolutely adorable right now if you would let go of her so that she could transform
“No, no. It was just that I was surprised this time. I’m sure that I’ll be fine next time,” you coo. “If you’re more comfortable in your rifle form, then stay like this.”
>You relax your position and release your hold on your raifu enough for her to have room
>Nonna changes forms and immediately embraces you
“I would razher be like zhis, If I could,” she whispers into your ear. “If I am in my rifle form, zhen I may be more comfortable, but I could not hold you like zhis. I could not return your affections.”
>She pulls back from you just enough to be able to look into your eyes
>You look back into hers
>Her eyes remind you of Siberia on the surface, but they are far too warm and loving for the comparison to go much farther
“I would not want to be incapable of touching you back.” she explains
>Nonna reaches up and cups your cheeks in her hands before pulling you in and gently touching your foreheads together
>The entire time she never breaks eye contact
>You place your hands on top of hers and close your eyes
>You simply bask in her warmth for what feels like an eternity that you never want to end
>Unfortunately, like all good things, the moment is ruined
>Luckily, it’s not anything major
>Just your stomach deciding that now was the perfect time to announce that it’s out of food and wants more
>Nonna giggles in reaction to your guts complete disregard for the moment that you were both having
“Perhaps now is zhe time to get breakfast, yes?” she laughs
>You sigh as she pulls away and gets off of the bed
“Yeah, I suppose.” You reply as you move to get off of the bed as well
>Nonna moves to help you but you stop her and stand on your own
“Don’t worry,” you tell her. “I can walk mostly on my own now. At least, I won’t collapse from just standing up.”

>>33702822
>The two of you slowly make your way down to the cafeteria
>You held hands the entire way
>Partly because you just wanted to stay together, and partly to give you a little bit of extra support
>Today’s breakfast is oatmeal with baked apples and (optional) brown sugar
>Fuck yeah
>The two of you eat and then head down to the physical rehab center
>By lunch you can easily walk and run on your own again
>Sgt. Bergmann and some of the rest of your squad (7/12) come by around lunch to see how you’re doing
>Johan, the squads medic, tried to hit on Nonna and you broke his nose for the trouble
>Bergmann just laughed and egged you on like he normally does when anyone get into a fight around him
>Much to his chagrin, though, you only laid Johan out instead of jumping onto him once he went down and trying to beat him into a bloody pulp
>You won’t say that you didn’t want to, but you (and your sargent) can’t blame those kinds of injuries on him running into a wall or tripping into the railings that are set up to help people keep their balance while trying to walk
>Jeff, the squads combat engineer, smacked Johan on the back of the head and tells him to apologize, reminding him of how most people(marines) tend to feel about their waffegeists
>After Johan reset his nose he laughed and apologized halfheartedly, but it was something
>You get details on what will be happening once you’re out and are informed by Svietlana, one of the squads normal riflemen, that the squad’s being assigned to the SCS Indianapolis, a strike cruiser, as part of the boarding party and ground team
>The ship’s being stationed out of a starbase in Deneb, near the SCS’s outermost borders
>Nice
>This is probably all thanks to the Sargant
>He just laughs again and pats you on the shoulder as he leaves
>The rest of them follow
>Later the doctor says that you’ll be released tomorrow, and your things are brought to you
>You go to sleep with Nonna cuddling you for once

>>33702838
>You awaken to the patriotic bliss that is Cвящeннaя вoйнa (The Sacred War) blaring on your tablet at max volume
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLi0Fxfqtdk
>You are so fucking glad that you set that as your alarm
>So good
>Nonna wakes up at the same time and squeezes you before letting you go to let you sit up and turn off the alarm
>0600 hours
“Дoбpoe yтpo Любoвь мoя. (Good morning, my love),” Nonna coos to you as she hugs you from behind. “Кoгдa мы cнoвa oтпpaвляeмcя в пyть? (When do we set off again)”
>Did the soviet music make her forget that we’re in New Rhodesia?
>Well, I suppose that this WAS a joint op to make Africa not shit by most of the world powers after the war, but still. The official language is still English
>You still wonder why Japan didn’t help. They DID have what was China (minus Tebet) under their control at that point, so they had plenty of people
>Then again, they DID have to deal with what used to be China
>It was probably a massive pain in the ass trying to make the place not a smog-covered shit-stain of a country
>Not to mention rebuilding all of the factories and such so that they were up to modern building codes
>and make sure that workers weren’t being treated like shit
>Actually, no. It makes plenty of sense as to why Japan didn’t help now
>They had to deal with their own bullshit
“[RUS]We leave in two days,” you inform her, not bothering to use English. “We're to be on-base and on standby as soon as we get out of here[/RUS]”
“Mы oтпpaвляeмcя чepeз двa дня. Mы дoлжны быть нa бaзe и в peжимe oжидaния, кaк тoлькo мы выбepeмcя oтcюдa.”
>Nonna gives you a quick peck on the cheek before letting go and getting dressed
>You enjoy the warmth that her lips left on your cheek for a moment before also getting up out of the bed to get ready for the day

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>>33702923
Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/HtnQzLBh
Google dock: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1x1kfZJ5ptmiVJOSTmBIohiUdkNHJvCIAUnwC0W8eFcs/edit
>just in case you want to read what I have before I make it better
>or you want to give advice
>or just comment without adding towards the bump limit

>>33702776
>better than shit on a shingle
Nigger, I don't know what fucking future you imagine, but it is VERY tough to beat some properly made shit on a shingle.

>>33703026
Cool, thanks, /u/k/-fag!

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>>33703041
When you don't particularly like chopped beef, and the bread is heard enough to break your teeth, then it's pretty shit every time. (That's my experience with the stuff, at least.)

>>33703042
Thank you for enjoying my bullshit enough to thank me for it.

I'm going to go play Stellaris for a while, now. I need to rebuild the shit-hole planets that I just conquered from some Xenos slavers. Fucking authoritarian shit-stains couldn't build a proper civilization if one bit them on the metaphorical ass. (they were fungoids.)

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>>33697701
I will shank you, so help me.

>>33665354
>>33687544
If you're going to bitch at me, at least spell "Barrett" correctly, ffs.

>>33703413
I will get Seamus and his fertilizer stash

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>>33703444
I /am/ Seamus

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>>33703112
>mfw that's what you call breakfast
Obviously you have had shitty shit on a shingle.

Pay attention nigga, imma learn you some shitonnashingle
>make bacon and/or sausage in a pan
>make white gravy with it
>>I mean actually using some fucking flour to make gravy
>toast some bread
>>toast, not brick or hardtack
>throw toast on a plate, then gravy on top
>ta-fucking-daa, eat

Guaranteed to make you rethink your life.

>>33699668
>The suit voice began speaking "Impact in three. Two. One." in a moment they found their velocity reduced to twenty meters per second relative, but something was off. As Jack looked around he soon figured out what it was.
"Dane! GET ON THE THRUSTERS, WE'RE OUTSIDE THE STATION!"
>"How'd we penetrate the hull?"
"Easily!" Jack said, maxing out the thrusters to reverse his relative velocity.
>Twenty M/S turned to ten, then to zero, eventually giving way to another twenty going TO the station.
>"Impact three. Two." Impact came and jack starting hearing something over squad comm.
>"Moon man for Outcast, we heard some massive thud in the bottom of the station, I think something's on us."
"No, Moon man, that was Dane and I fucking plowing through the bottom of the station. We're off mission and will be getting to the extract a bit slower that you now. Hang on a moment." Jack said, adding his last before switching to team comms. "Pitra and Azar, I want you two to descend the elevator shaft carefully, the gravity seems to be switching on and off, meet at extract, Dana and I will be on mission when we link up with Moon man and Fireball's teams."
>"Roger that, Outcast Wilco, out."
"Moon man, we're linking up with you."
>Jack and Dane reached the end of the station and climbed into the elevator shaft, where moon man and fireball's teams had been waiting at the bulkhead.
>"So you really WERE the thud." Moon man remarked.before beginning to jump up the elevator shaft, his team and that of Fireball in tow before Outcast and Dane began their own jumps up to the entry point.
"Why even go to the entry point?" Jack thinks as he traverses the elevator shaft.
>Soon they reach the entry point, and link back up with their team. Soon the teams had began on a rendezvous for the ship.
"Moon man, I'm hitting my charges, do the same."
>"glad to oblige." Moon man answered as large parts of the station started to jettison from several very apparent explosions.

Now, if you're writing a stalker story, let me contribute some music for you if you wish to embed into your story posts. https://youtu.be/zWUlX2zTB4A

>>33703026
i like it

>>33703455
it's another Seamus I know

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>>33693153
Bumping with some lewd.

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bumping with some VDV vehicles

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>>33703026

>>33698043
>As Hanssen arrives in the Port hangar the security detail is already waiting for the shuttle, 12 men in black nomex & wearing plate carriers with dual-purpose inserts providing protection against energy blasts as well as shrapnel, four of them are armed SCAR-Hs, another four with SCAR-Ls and the last four with prototype plasma carbines, each one of them also carrying a zat'nik'tel as a back-up.
>"Put the SCARs away, zats are more than enough & do less collateral damage, if more firepower is needed the plasma carbines should the very least buy us the time to use projectile weapons" he says as the shuttle escorted by the F-302s comes around for final approach. In the end it seems the shuttle is too big to enter the hangar & seeing this the pilot brings the shuttle to a full stop alonside the cruiser.
>"XO, this is Hanssen, beam our guests to Port hangar, including the shuttle's crew" Hanssen says to his earpiece & a few seconds later there's a flash as the beam transporter brings the guests onboard.
>The four armored soldiers acting as a honor guard waste no time surrounding the man who seems to be the negotiator along with a human-shaped robot & taking aim at the security detail who in turn raise their weapons.
>The presumed negotiator looks around as if being beamed onboard a strange warship without warning was business as usual for him & says something which Hanssen doesn't understand.
>"Welcome aboard, I am Colonel Erik Hanssen of Royal Danish Air Force, captain of European Union Space Cruiser Robert Schuman" Hanssen introduces himself in English, hoping that the negotiator brought some kind of translator with him.
>The negotiator turns to the robot and says something, after a short exchange the robot turns towards Hanssen and says something which seems to be an attempt to translate the negotiator's words into English.
>"We seem to have some difficulties finding a way to communicate, in the mean time I must ask your guards to lower their weapons."

>>33706194
>To get his point across Hanssen gestures at the guards, mimes holding a weapon and putting it down, to which the negotiator responds by saying something followed by the guards shouldering their carbines.
>"Close enough, I take it you are an interpreter?" Hanssen addresses the robot.
>"Yes, I am-" the robot suddenly says, apparently having gathered enough information to start translating, this particular technology should come in handy...
>"With all due respect I am not interested in knowing what or who you are at this time, I would appreciate it if you could translate my words to your officer" Hanssen interrupts the robot.
>"Certainly colonel, would you be so kind as to repeat the very first thing you said?"
>"Very well, "Welcome aboard, I am Colonel Erik Hanssen of Royal Danish Air Force, captain of European Union Space Cruiser Robert Schuman", I take it you are here to negotiate?" Hanssen repeats and adds a question.
>The robot starts translating Hanssen's words to the negotiator & after the robot finishes he bows at Hanssen before replying.
>"Commander Sturm of Imperial Navy, first officer of Imperial Star Destroyer Obediense expresses his pleasure on making your acquaintance, he regrets the circumstances which have brought him onboard your ship" the robot translates the commander's words.
>"Likewise, may I inquire as to what exactly it is that has brought him here?"
>"Commander Sturm has been instructed to offer you terms of your surrender" the robot says.
>"Please tell commander Sturm that our show of force was but a small glimpse of the capabilities of this ship, our sensors show that while "Obediense" doesn't seem to have suffered much damage, same can not be said about the other ship, also remind him of the fact that our main battery penetrated the other ship's shields and destroyed it's shield generators with ease while the barrage we received from "Obediense" didn't even dent our own shields, as such it's you who should surrender."

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>>33703112
*Hard
Not "Heard
What the fuck? How did I miss that?

>>33703703
I'll try that later, at some point. All of the shit on a shingle that I've ever had was just chipped beef and black toast. (I'm not the one who made it.) Thanks.

>>33705978
Now that I think about it, a MAG-Viking / FN MAG geist story would probably be awesome.

>>33706606
>Now that I think about it, a MAG-Viking / FN MAG geist story would probably be awesome.
"A Brushstroke Of Luck" by keksodus features a machinegunner dubbed MAG Viking:
https://pastebin.com/kchqggss

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Somebody give me a prompt for a dumb sci-fi short story :^)

>>33706686
>Jews In SPACE!
(I just re-watched The Meaning Of Life - Part One again.)

>>33706651
Yes, but he's not the main character. An FAL guy is. (It was a really good read, but still)

>>33706715
>The Meaning Of Life - Part One
No, that's Monty Python.
What I MEANT was The History Of The World: Part One. (By Mel Brooks.)

>>33706651
also I'm in favor of a story with a PKM geist (naturally fullauto), even if only to shake off the image of the one from Upotte, PKM deserves better...

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>>33706755
She does, though I kinda like the PKP more. (Which is odd. Normally I go for the older weapon. Though the PL-14 is also really pretty, and she's not out of development yet.)

>>33706715
Jews in Space? There's an odd one.

>>33706782
>though I kinda like the PKP more
PKM is of fine, is of good Soviet design from before Jeltsin sell Russia to thieves and prostitutes!

>>33707114
Mel Brooks
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Cy9HeM8QQc

>>33707360
>Jenkem TV
I kek'd.

bumping for more NATO rifles

>>33707986
>NATO
pffff

here is a story

>tfw want to write a story about supersoldiers but don't actually have a story in mind

This is suffering

somebody help pls

this story does not belong on /k/
>>33708182
This was in Cairo 1987. I had just given a talk about the new lacroscope for surgery. I was tired.
I entered my hotel room and I turned on the light. Turned to the table by the door and put my things on it, phone keys, wallet. Then i heard a noise, like someone moving cloth.
Turned again, looked. On the bed, there was a woman laying down. She had a dark uniform on, so I thought she was housekeeping. she was laying facing away from me, across the foot of the bed. Her upper body was flat on the bed and her hips rose up like a mountain. on the top, her shirt had fallen down, leaving her pale waist visible. I felt my penis fill a little.
"Sorry," she said, "i was supposed to clean and leave your snack but I just got so tired." She turned herself around and sat on the edge of the bed.
I said, "I guess that's alright. Everybody falls down sometime"
She put her arms over her head and stretched with her eyes closed. "Mmmmm," she said, her breasts roll under her shirt like soccer balls. Her hair was dark and her eyes were bright.
I look away. "Did you say something about a snack?" This was supposed to be a good hotel. It was my first night, so a snack being provided did not seem strange.
"Yes," She says, "You'll find milk and cookies in the fridge."
I did. Take them out and move to the table. By now she's up. She starts working again, fussing with the bed sheets. She gets one side tucked away properly and goes to the other side.
But she doesn't walk around the bed, she crawls across it in my direction. It's so sexy to see her move like that, her breasts hang down like bells and the front of her shirt is pretty open. Her hips move back and forth.
She finishes the bed and moves on. She bends at the hips over the trashcan and, for a second, all I can see of her is the heart shape of her ass sticking up.

>>33708191
>this story does not belong on /k/
Then why are you posting it?

>>33708188

Society's lower classes and scum are taken at a lottery to be test subject for genetic modification. Survival rate is about 1 in 5.
They are sent in covert ops that can be denied.

Hope it helps

I don't know what do to with this story, so sue me, here you go
>>33708191
I finish a cookie with the last of the milk. She tosses the trash bag into her cart and she bends to tie a new one on. The cloth of her pants catches and reveals something about the shape of her private parts. She gets the bag in and turns to me. "Did you finish your cookies?"
"I did, thank you."
"You're welcome," she says and she starts on the bathroom. by now, my penis is more or less fully erect and i've probably got some precum on the head. She sounds busy cleaning, so i put a hand down and check. My penis is very wet. but my mind is starting to sway back and forth. I don't want to take my hand away, so i don't.
She sticks her head out of the bathroom. "how are you feeling?" she notices that i'm touching myself. "oh, you feel like that. Good!"
Something is up with me. I feel like i'm floating. she comes to me and takes my hand. "here doctor, you're not well. Come lay down" i try to stand up, but i can't. She pulls me by the hand, but i'm not moving soon. Drugged. Must be drugged.
She walks to the cart and picks up an extra blanket. Walks back to where i am paralyzed in the chair and tucks the blanket under her chin. She folds it in half and lays it down. She reaches for me and tucks one hand through my belt. She wraps the other arm around my neck and grabs my armpit. Her boobs are all over my face. There is no bra here to interfere with the softness. "doctor," she says, "i've read all about your work." she halfway picks me up and slides my mass down to lay on the the folded blancet. "and I've read all about you. Your mind, your personality. Your faithfulness to a woman who could not give you children." She takes a gasping breathe and stops talking for a second.
"I had this whole speech, but I can't remember it right now."

>>33708188
ehhh, they are worse than tanks anyway

>>33708188
All that I wanted when I started writing was a story about a gunsmith and her raifu, and look where I am now. Just write bullshit and eventually you'll have something.

>>33708204
i am sorry, my friend.
>>33708206
I'm flat on my back. It's uncomfortable the way my erection is pressed again the cloth of my trousers. But, she undoes my belt, the zipper and the botton at the top. She pulls my pants down and stands up. She takes a long look at my face. Her breathing has gotten heavy. She looks flushed. Then, she steps back and kicks off her shoes. She undoes her own fly and holds the top of her pants. She slowly bends down, sliding the top down as she goes. She's squatting now, with her pants around her ankles.
She lets go of the hem of her pants and goes on all fours, slowy creeping her way up to my dick. Her breath is a gasp now. Her mouth opens, she bends down over my member. Takes it in, all of it, and for a second, she doesn't move. Then, she makes a swallowing motion that almost finishes me. She sits up and looks at my face.
I must have looked pleading, because she straddles me. She takes my dick in one hand; she massages her vulva with the other. She takes her hand off her pussy, sees the wetness, the strands of fluid that follow her hand. She presses the tip of my penis into the cleft of her body and moves back and forth, up and down, one, two, three times.
On the forth time, she drops her hips. I slide in, all the way in. I can feel her pressed unto my hips all the way around. she sits like that for a moment, the she bounces a little. She puts one of her hands down to her cave and feels for her clit. She finds it and, with two fingers, she massages herself.
She's pretty far along. Her gasping breathes are almost moans. She bounces on my dick, just a little, and she keeps at her clit. She's facing me, and, till now, she's kept eye contact, but now, as she moans, she closes her eyes. She takes deep breathes that come back as moans. She bounces faster then she leans down, hands on my shoulders, arms pressed against my chest, then she squeals.

>>33708204
it's all ogre now. call me a faggot and then, choose not to read it

>>33708221
I can feel her cum, her pussy squeaks a wet rhythm totally surrounding my penis. It's too much; i cum too. My body flexes and tightens, my penis dances inside her, keeping time to the same beat. Everything is so hot and so wet. She quivers in place. After a long moment, she rolls off to lay beside me. She throws her knee over and hugs the side of my body with her face agaisnt the side of my throat.
"Doctor, you won't remember this. But I will." But I do remember, and sometimes I wonder who she was.

A long time ago, i wrote something with some violence in it.

If i post that, will all be forgiven?

>>33707999
i mean, the anon that is doing the story about a PTR with G3 parts has not posted in forever

>>33708294
I still don't know how to feel about that story. it started off nice, midway through the mall scene and onward it seemed too self insertion/wish fulfillment for me.

I could be wrong, but that's just my feelings on it.

You guys want to hear about when i killed a guy?

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>>33708382

>>33708438
this is wfg. on 4chan.

yes, the story is a lie. do you want it or not?

>>33708446...no

>>33708446
floor it

>>33708497
you got it

>>33708489
close your eyes. bite the pillow

>>33708382
This was when I was a boy, a few years before the sixties kicked off. I won't say specifically what year, because all of this still scares me.

I was 17 and I was broke -- almost. I had a guitar and a few dollars left.

My dad gave up the farm and drifted on. My mother went back to her folks, but I could never stand them. I had an uncle in Chicago.

My family never spoke much about him, except that he was involved in some kind of car business, but I gave him a call. For a minute, he paused when he heard my name. Then, he remembered and warmed up a little. I lay my situation on the line and asked for a job.

"You know, kepler, I might have something...", He thought about it. "Can I call you back?"

I told him, "Not really, I'm kinda..."

He laughed, "The hell, take the train. I'll pick you up."

And that's how I became a hitman. The car lot was semi-legitimate, but all the real money came from the laundering and fencing stolen cars. These weren't the good old days, everybody still remembered the WWII black market. The oldtimers remembered prohibition. But we also did loans.

That's where I came in. There was a guy who'd borrowed more than he'd ever pay back. One of our guys had a soft spot for him, so he'd been given a long leash, but the man was a gambler. A losing gambler who'd taken the leash and hung himself.

Usually this stuff is about image -- hit him hard enough that people watching think twice about fooling around. But we had orders to take it easy this time.

The gambler got wind somehow and was taking the night train out of town. Can't remember where he was going -- probably nowhere, but I was going with him. I had a fresh face and half a bottle of whiskey. Took a little bag and my guitar so I'd look like a real traveler.

My uncle told me, "Just show him the bottle. He's a lush and he'll drink it all."

>>33708508

"what's in it?" I said.

"whiskey, mostly." And he didn't say more about it.

You might be wondering how I felt about this. Mostly, I was worried I'd find a way to screw it up. Killing wasn't real to me, neither was this tired old drifter who'd gambled with his life and lost. At the time, I was more worried what my uncle and the other men would think about me if i turned up yellow.

I was feeling a little cocky as I bought my ticket, but that changed a little when I got into the passenger car with him. For one second, he glanced up from the window at me, measured me like a tailor does. I was terrified that he could see everything, but he turned to the window again.

My uncle boarded a minute after I did, looked at the three other passengers. Only one fit the description, but he nodded at him anyway. The gambler wasn't paying attention.

If there was a moment that almost broke me, this was it. I had to approach this man, act like a friend. Can't tell you what went on in my head at this point, but I did it. Sat down on the bench facing him, with the little table between us. He was still looking out the window, so I did it, too. Wasn't long before the trip started.

We sat like that for a long time. I had the bottle in my hand, but I couldn't say anything.

Presently, he spoke to me. Must have been bored or maybe thirsty. "Son, I've gotten to be pretty fair at telling what shape folks are in by the way they look. You let me at that bottle, and i'll give you some advice."

I couldn't move, but he helped himself. Tipped it all back. When he finished, he put the bottle down on the table. I was fully nervous now, and my ears were playing tricks on me, because it got deathly quiet. The noise of the train was just gone, like a radio turned off.

>>33708515
He turned and looked at me again with expressionless eyes. Then he seemed to relax and he started to tell me about his life. He talked about the tricks he'd played to stay alive and the way he played cards. He spoke for about half an hour as we rode that train, until he crushed his cigarette and turned to the window.

At some point, he fell asleep.

When the train pulled into the station, I took my luggage and just left. They had a house for me to lay low in for a few days before I would have headed back to Chicago, but I stayed away. I didn't want to go back, so I kept drifting on. On either the fourth or fifth night after, I pulled into a bar.

I still had all my stuff with me. When the barman noticed my guitar case, he started hassling me to play. I did and it turned into a really good thing. That gig kept me together for a while until a few of my songs got picked up on the local station. Later, I had a few songs make it onto the country top forty, back when there still was such a thing.

>>33708522
that's it, for now. I'll post the last paragraph in a few minutes.

>tfw writing story
>tfw having fun with it
>tfw you think you've got a good thing going.

FUCKING POWER CUT. GOD FUCKING DAMN IT. ONCE IN A FUCKING BLUE MOON I GET SOME SHIT RIGHT AND FUCK. FUUUUCK. FUUUUUUUUUUCK.

I can't even get piss drunk and forget this pain. Help.

>>33708543
> dropbox
> the autosave feature on openoffice writer
> google documents
> post as you go
> just press CTR-S once in a while.

But truly, i'm sorry for your loss

>>33708522
>last paragraph

But sometimes, when the night gets dark and quiet, I still think about the gambler. In his dying words, i found an ace that I could keep. He said,
You've got to know when to hold 'em.
Know when to fold 'em.
Know when to walk away
and know when to run.
You never count your money,
when you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
when the dealin's done

Does /wfg/ like Western-era monstergirl smut?

>>33708657
Yes please. I'm always down for more monstergirl smut.

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>>33708657
>western era
>mostergirl
>smut

Those were three things i've literally never seen in a sentence before.

I must admit, i know basically nothing about these monstergirls but im sure people here do

>>33708657
as long as is k related

>>33708716
Is shotgunning harpies /k/ related?

>>33708733
so like a spagetti western but with monster girls?

>>33708769
Eh, sort of. I felt like the era of revolvers, leverguns, double barrels and gatlings is sorely neglected in gunpowder fantasy. There aren't really many Western movie tropes, it's just the technological era.

>>33708792
write or die, faggot

>>33708792
as long as is k related

>>33708841
You tell me

>>>

-Snowbird-

They came down from the mountains. Great flights of them, snow-white wings beating against clear blue sky. Riding the icy north wind, they soared over the tundra towards the villages and farmlands below. As they swooped downward, the air rang with the clanging of bells from steeple towers and men scattered, dropping their tools and running for cover.

Some stood their ground, firing their revolvers into the raucous flock above. Sometimes they hit. Usually they didn't. The snowbirds circled above until a man ran out of ammunition, then swooped down and snatched him up in their claws before he could reload.

Sven's father shoved the shotgun into his hands. It was heavy, its two barrels icy cold against his skin as his father pushed open the barn door and stepped out, firing his own weapon at a diving snowbird. She swerved to avoid the first blast of pellets, but the second caught her and sent her tumbling to the ground, white feathers flecked with red blood. Sven was too terrified to feel sick.

He followed his father, sweeping the heavy gun wildly but never quite able to get a clean shot. One swooped towards him and he fired blindly, flinching and screwing his eyes shut in anticipation of the kick. Naturally he hit nothing, but the snowbird flew off, for the moment at least. He tried to catch her as she banked away, but missed again.

Fumbling with cold and shaking hands, he struggled to break the gun open. He didn't manage to do it with enough authority, and had to pry the shells out with his fingers.

He got better at it. Either that, or he just became numb to it. By the end, Sven had lost count of how many shells he had fired. He couldn't feel his shoulder. There were dents in his fingertips from the rims of the shells. He wasn't sure if he had hit any, but the snowbirds had finally departed from the sky, vanishing as quickly as they had come.

>>33708923
Plenty of humans had disappeared too, carried off by the snowbirds. Nobody really knew what the snowbirds did with men they captured, but local legends always presumed the worst. The monsters had not escaped unscathed either. Dozens lay scattered across the fields, brought down by the shotguns of men like Sven's father.

The snowbirds had always been a problem in the North. One week in the early spring of every year, they came down from the mountains in flocks to kidnap humans. Once, the villagers had been powerless to stop them. But shotguns were a much better argument against the white-feathered harpies than the arrows and pitchforks of years past.

This was the first year Sven had had to do this. He had never seen a snowbird up close before. As he slowly stumbled after his father, trying to clear the ringing from his ears, he saw one lying in a rut beside the road. She was still alive, but injured. One wing was pinned beneath her slender body, the other one outstretched at an odd angle, rising and falling in time with her breathing.

She was a strange sight to behold. She had great white wings where her arms should have been, snow-white hair, and a downy ruff around her neck and knees, where skin gave way to scaly talons. Other than that, she looked like a pretty human girl. Less pretty was the look of terror in her wide eyes, or the bloodstains spreading across her ragged clothing and pale feathers.

Sven's father noticed that he had paused and turned to follow his son's gaze, catching sight of the wounded snowbird as well. The older man scowled beneath the wide brim of his hat, pulling a revolver from his coat pocket and cocking the hammer.

Seeing this, the harpy started sqwaking quietly and desperately trying to right herself. Sven swallowed weakly and looked away as the gunshot rang out.

>>33708931
"You're not feeling sorry for them, are you boy?" His father asked quietly.

Sven frowned and didn't answer.

"I don't think they felt sorry for your brother. Or anyone else they've taken. Mamono are still monsters. They may look like girls, but they're just as dangerous as any snow-orc or wendigo. Do you understand?" Father asked, tucking the gun back in his coat.

"Yes." Sven mumbled. "I understand."

The remaining men dragged the dead harpies into a heap outside the village and burned them. Sven was about to go back to the house when his father walked up and handed him the reins to one of their horses.

"Someone thought they saw one go down over there, in the trees past the edge of Uncle Per's land. Ride over and make sure, will you?"

Sven nodded and hoisted himself up onto the horse, galloping away from the stench of burning feathers. He knew these woods well. It was his favorite place to come after chores were done for the day. He liked to watch the birds and other creatures that lived in the woods, and draw pictures of them. As he reached the edge of the trees, he tied his horse to a branch and pulled the shotgun out of its scabbard on the saddle.

He headed into the trees, moving slowly and quietly with the gun hugged tight to his chest. The woods were still. All the animals were still hiding after the commotion of the battle. As he ventured further into the woods Sven saw broken branches above him, leading towards a clearing farther ahead. He crouched down and carefully approached, until he could see between the trees.

There, curled up in a ball in the middle of the clearing, was a snowbird. She didn't appear to be wounded, but a clump of her tailfeathers were broken or missing, rendering her flightless. Sven froze, staring silently at the strange creature. He heard a soft whimpering sound. It looked like she was crying.

>>33708940
Sven raised the shotgun, placing the little brass bead where he thought the bird-girl's chest was, hidden behind her wings. He clumsily thumbed back the hammers and steeled himself. The gun felt unbearably heavy in his arms. His aim drifted, pulled off by his trembling hands. He couldn't do it. It was one thing when they were diving at him in the fields. But he couldn't shoot a crying girl in cold blood, even if she was a monster. He lowered the gun, and slowly walked out into the clearing.

The snowbird saw him and rolled over onto her back, scrambling away from him and flailing her wings, chirping in alarm. Sven hesitated, raising the gun slightly, which only caused the grounded harpy to panic more. He stepped back and lowered it again, staring at her as her struggles slowed and she pulled her wings in close across her chest, peering over them with large yellow eyes.

"Can you talk?" Sven asked, tentatively.

She stared back at him, silently.

"My name is Sven. Do you have a name?"

"Eira." The snowbird chirped softly, lowering her wings enough for Sven to see her nose.

"If you promise not to hurt me, I'll put the gun down." Sven offered, lowering the shotgun all the way and stepping closer again.

She blinked, processing. Then bobbed her head affirmatively.

"You promise?" He asked.

"I promise..." She said.

>>>

Is this /k/ enough?

>>33700764
>You kneel down, sliding your shoulders up under her legs. You guide your tongue over her folds, from bottom to top, flicking your tongue over her clitoris, before moving back down. You rub your middle and index fingers into the trimmed patch of dark hair above her moist slit, simply trying to add teasing to pleasure.
>You use your tongue to spread her lips gently, pushing it into her love canal slightly, teasingly. You run your tongue over her nethers, exploring ever inch and fold.
>Fiftythree is in heaven, biting down on a corner of her pillow as you pleasure her. Every breath is a moan or sigh or sharp gasp, her body starting to quiver and shake, pleasure and anticipation rising in her moans.
>You're now vigorously lapping at her folds, any grace form gone as you now seek only to please. You can here it and sense it coming in her voice. She draws her legs in, locking you down with your face in her womanhood as she gives a hearty moan of pleasure. Her nectar oozes over your nose and tongue, and you lap it up, savoring her flavor and satisfying your hunger.

>>33708953
go on...

When i was in the middle east, we had a guy go AWOL. But that wasn't what was weird about it.

We'd set up a base on an old fort. That fort has been there forever and everybody has used it, russian, americans, british, hajis, sunnis, shia, moors, crusaders. Anybody who has come within 850 miles of the place has made a stop there.

There used to be walls and towers, but those have been gone a long time. Now, the actual defenses are sandbags we had set up. It's on a little hill overlooking a valley.

It was our second day there. We were set up and basically unpacked by then.

Let me tell you about Jack, the soldier who went missing. He was a massive jerkoff, which is where his name came from. And he wasn't ever satisfied with anything. He'd complain about porn stars, the weather, the food.

We'd set up sandbags, he'd want them higher. He didn't have any rank, but he'd just say stuff. He wanted things different. He'd always talk about Australia and how he wished he was grilling on a beach there.

Anyway, we're set up in this fort. And we come under attack when the sun goes down.

I don't think they knew we had night-vision, but they hauled their ragged Kalashnikov up the hill and we rolled their bodies back down.

>>33708543
I'm a phone poster, so...

>>33709182
Anyway, they couldn't put much pressure on us. We called for some planes and in 20 minutes, the attack was over.

So, we start checking to see if anybody is injured. Somebody had caught something in the eye where a bullet had hit and thrown sand.

Everybody here is fine. But Jack is missing. He's not dead, he's just not there. It's like 2200, we're still worried about hostile activity in the area so nobody uses lights.

We look everywhere but we don't find him. What we do find is a hole in the ground. There's a large flat stone that was covering it but that's been pried up and moved.

It's like a trap door. Down there, we can see a glowstick on the floor. It's maybe two meters down.

We're all a little spooked, because a few minutes ago, we were being shot at. Now, our brother isn't here. I shine a light down the hole, carefully, because i don't want to give anybody something to aim at.

There's a little table, a bottle and a stool. The room isn't big but there's a hallway I can't see.

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>>33709265
should i finish that?

>>33708953
Give burd nugget.

>>33708953
I'm intrigued

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>>33708953
all right its /k/ enough and do us a favor to archive and me, please pick a name, on this thread is even encouraged if you write pick a name

>are you going to 'bin this?

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>>33709066
>>33709289
>>33709302
Alright, more soon then.

>>33709340
Does this work?

>>33709265
>>33709271

Interesting. Please do.

>>33708953
Lmao saw this shit on /d when I was jacking it like 2 nights ago. Welcome aboard lol

>>33709908
yeah this is actually my homeboard. But I have a monstergirl addiction.

>>33709265
I drop down into the room. For some reason, i'm on edge. Touch my sidearm, just to make sure it's there and i clear the room.

The table has old papers and a bayonet on it. The bayonet was one of ours and it was just lying on the table with no sheath. I was paying most of my attention to the hallway, cause i was nervous, but I did notice a shell casing on the table, too. It old looking and big.

The hallway leads to another room with a few busted wooden crates in it. In this room, there's a opening, a door.

It's about 1mx1m and it's and the bottom of this opening is level with the floor. It's open, and i slowly squat down, pointing the light. The tunnel goes for about 2m and then it's blocked by rubble.

I hear a noise behind me and turned to look. It was Greg, the officer in charge. He was in the hallway. "what'd you find?" he asked.

"not a damned thing," I said. "It's blocked" and i pointed at the tunnel.

"they still haven't found Jack." he says. We go back into the first room. The table has a few papers on it and he sifts through them.

"these are in english." he says. "old, too."

They were typewritten orders about supplies and movements, pretty dry stuff. "Probably since world war two, when the british occupied this area."

He shifts a paper and reveals a bullet. It's pretty big too and it matches the shell casing. Greg hands the bullet and the case to me and I read the back, but it doesn't say what caliber it is.

I can tell it's rimmed, but that's it. everything i know about guns was screamed at me by a drill instructor.

Then I look at the bullet. It's scratched up, showing how it was removed from the case.

>>33708953
Great stuff, looking foreword to more.

>>33709289
nuggets did come about near the end of that era. It could technically be possible if some rich cityfolk imported the rifle because its the "new thing" and best on the market. Gets raided by harpies and bam, [chirps in boleshivick]

>>33710076
Greg stops looking through the papers, and goes into the next room.

The back of the bullet, the flat part is open, exposing the lead. And, there, with the lines made clear by my flashlight, there is a tiny design. It looks like it might be a triangle, but i can't really see it that good.

Greg calls, "hey, look at this."

I go into the room. I'm still holding the bullet stuff.

Greg is pointing with his flashlight at a hole in the wall. It was plastered, but it's not anymore. "did that bayonet have dust on it?" he says.

"Sir, i'm not sure. Everything has dust on it out here."

He laughs a little. "go check." And i do. I pick up the blade and look at the point. Indeed, it is covered in light colored dust, matching the plaster. When i go back, Greg is holding a little tin and some papers.

"what's that?" I say. He says, "it was on the floor right behind the box. These pages seem like they're from the bible."

"and you think it was in the wall?" I say.

"I think somebody found this place and came down here. He somehow knew where to dig and he used that bayonet to do it."

"Ok"

"our Indiana finds this box," he holds up the tin, "and he opens it. Inside and wrapped up in the papers, he finds something. He takes it"

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>>33710091
Muh nigga

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Vamps
https://pastebin.com/g2x4BLWF

>>33696840
>>33697097
>>33697527
>>33697737
oi. I won the chicken wheel and im binning your shit. take a name and pick a title, or ill make a title for ya. Name is just so its easy and possible to follow.

Writefag of the "Many Headpatting Adventures of Sylvie the Vaquero" here. Just wanted to let the guy from about two days ago know I'm going to be keeping my word. I'm close to finishing the chapter, but I have some IRL stuff to handle. ETA on chapter is no later than 1 AM PST.

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>>33711400
It's happening!

Real quick question if there are any medicfags or whatever. If a soldier has internal bleeding and no immediate access to a trauma doctor, what is a temporary solution? Is Bloodletting a suitable option?

>>33709016
>You slide up her body, with you groin pressed against hers. She shoves the pillow away, hugging into you instead. You nuzzle you face into the crook of her shoulder, kissing into her neck.
>"D-do want want a turn, Anon?" She asks softly.
>"Hmmm, later..." You reply, nipping at her ear, earning a soft gasp. "I'd rather just enjoy the moment." You add, your hands returning to her breasts as you lean in, pressing your lips against hers.
>Now the rain starts outside, with thunder rolling loudly. You look up, watching it out the cabin door.
>"Will it be bad?" Fiftythree asks.
>"Don't know. I'll check the news." You say, pulling out your phone. Getting anything to load out in the woods, so you start to strip down while you wait, tossing everything but your underwear away. You pick your phone back up and curl up with your raifu, pulling a blanket over you.
>"It's gunna be a little loud and very wet, but not bad." You say, closing your phone and setting it away.
>"And the weather?" She smirks, snuggling against your side.
>You snort, rubbing her hair. "Chilly...~"

JTfag is up to date
>folder to catch up
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How I deal with skypebots. Speaking of, who even uses it? I used to just use it for free conference chat that didn't leak over in game in GTA V. Anyway, updates to "Blood stream" soon.

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>>33711400
Anon that asked about Silvie the Vaquero while forgetting about her name here.

I'm fucking STOKED.

>>33711636
>You both lay back, listening to the sound of rain on the tin roof, simply enjoying each other's company.
>You feel sleep creeping up, and Fiftythree notices. "Are you tired, Anon?" You nod.
>"Yeah, a bit..." You blink. Your feline friend smiles, pushing you onto your back and snuggling up close against you, belly to belly.
>You wrap your arms around her, pulling her close as you get snuggled under the blankets. The warmth and comfort weighs heavy on your consciousness, and resort to accepting sleeps warm embrace.
>"G'night, Fiftythree..."
>"Goodnight, Anon..."

End of Chapter one, more snuggles and innawoodsing to come. Hope you enjoyed.

>"You've put a lot of thought into this very quickly. Why do I get the feeling you've done this before?"
"How do you think I got into a position to find you?"
>"I hadn't thought of that. I just thought of it from my point of view. I'm made, I get put in a box, next thing I know An American is picking me out of the box in the desert and speaking to me in a strange language I didn't understand."
"Yeah. Speaking to a gun I didn't think would ever speak back, or could ever speak back, no less. I suppose I'll just need more time to contemplate the workings of these things."

Chapter Three: Neighborhood Watch Rising.
>Jason is gone now. I don't know where he went, but I am alone, left only in my faith that he will return. Maybe this is why he made every effort to subject me to discomfort. The ears. The interactions. Maybe he did it to prepare me for this day. What he's doing now? I don't know. I didn't think to ask. I can only sit here and wait.
>Marina sits in place, looking into the darkness. Jason having long since departed. Her ears drooped to her head as she sat. It wasn't Dark when Jason left, he had told her what he was doing but she didn't catch it. She thought back to when they'd met, such good times, though Jason thought this particular AK-74N to be another inanimate object like any other gun he'd picked up in his life, remarking only that it was a fine looking rifle, in excellent condition and with such beautiful furniture, sights and such a smooth action that he just couldn't resist the urge to bring it back home after the Afghan campaign.

>>33714109
To Marina the most amusing thing about her meeting with Jason was when he first saw her in her human...ish form. Such a nice day it was, Jason had come home from something, work or some other engagement, though the nature of such things whether he muttered to himself that it was work or an engagement always remained nebulous, as it was always her favorite memory in reminiscing when, eight months after he first picked her out of that crate that came out of the ground, two months after he came back from the Afghanistan campaign, he came home one day to see a woman with white hair, not gray, like that of some geriatric, but literally WHITE hair, ears much like those of a Samoyed a fluffy tail that moved and posed instead of hanging limp, beaming at him exclaiming "Дoбpo пoжaлoвaть дoмoй, дopoгoй!" welcoming him home and lunging to him, wrapping her arms around him. To her, the best part of this moment of surprise was when she brought her head back from his chest and met his utterly stoic and confused gaze. It would be several more months before the two of them could easily communicate with each other while she, so obviously insecure about her ears that even he could tell without speaking a word of Russian, had to put on a hat and accompany him around, learning English by immersion. That was six years ago, when she still had a poor command of the English language and words such as "that" were pronounced with a "Z" at the leading end rather than a typical "TH", not to mention it would be another two years before she grasped the concept of "vehicle," and understood the use of words such as "The," though she still had the accent. That would probably never go away. Not that she cared unless Jason was irritated by it, and he thought it was cute.
"Marina! I'm home!" came the call for which she'd waited the whole day. Jason opening the door to be greeted by the familiar sensation of the little Russian rifle eagerly embracing him.

>>33712629
>>33711455
>>33711400

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>>33714482
Where can I find the first 8 chapters?

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>>33698225
That's pretty cool. I like the alien tech among us, though I would like to know how all the governments hid it from everyone for so long.

>>33700764
Now that's the eating I enjoy and probably what everyone here was hoping for. In the immortal words of Animal Mother, "Get some! Yeah!"

>>33701765
Poor Charlotte. Hell, I think everyone deserves another chance. Especially cat girl rifles. For a name for the story, I was thinking something like Life, Part 2. But I guess that would confuse people, asking where Life, Part 1 is.

>>33703026
It's going pretty well so far. Kinda worried about the Indianapolis. And now I'm interested about how Japan got to conquering China. But I do want to know about the squad's adventures as well. I'm looking forward to reading those.

>>33703112
Fuck yeah, Stellaris. I've got some fuck mothering Finn Space Elves fucking everyone up right now. Remove fungus.

>>33704184
Sounds like a mission well done. Good job guys.

>>33706297
What's a zat'nik'tel? I might have missed it in the story. Sounds fun though. Dane leads the way to very enthusiastic negotiations. I dig it.

>>33708230
Well... That was a story. I guess. Sure it's possible to make it /k/ related. But right now it's not...

>>33708575
You know, it was pretty good. I liked it, but damn you.

>>33708953
Yeah. It's intriguing. Regardless of whether it's monstergirl or not. But I think it is really good. I see potential for lots of good conflict here.

>>33710170
Strange things are happening in this old Afghan(?) base. There's something strange as hell. Wonder what it is.

>>33712976
Whoo! Hunting ratdogs and eating the poontang! Sounds like a great life this guy lives. Lucky bastard.

>>33714343
Aww. Poor Marina. Will she ever understand that her cat ears are cute as fuck? She shouldn't feel apprehensive about being abandoned, though. Jason will never leave her, right?

>>33714482
Wow. That was pretty damn good. Well worth the wait and more. Really nice, that was.

>>33714343
>"Jason, my love, how did it go?" she said just before drawing him in for a kiss
"Things are progressing quickly,the group are all very tight lipped, and while they may not be sharp shooters, their reflexes and accuracy in shooting at targets up close is phenomenal. In just two days, they'll be testing the breakdown of their value of human life, and in three they'll be trained up enough to use some pf the heacier equipment my contacts have gotten us. Though I doubt an operation of this nature at ANY size will be discreet enough to use the attack helicopter.I should call Tim about that."
>"Splendid! Come, sit down, you must be exhausted." Marina replied, guiding Jason to the couch and nuzzling into him as soon as he'd been seated. It was moments like this Jason enjoyed. Sure, he had the capacity to lay waste to people by the hundreds without remorse, but by no means was he inhuman.
"So, were you okay here while I was out?" Jason asked, lovingly stroking Marina's hair.
>"I was lonely, but other than that, yes." Marina responded.
"I promise when we start out I'll take you with me."
>"Shhhh. Just... let me enjoy this." Marina said with a finger to Jason's lips before contentedly sinking into his side. She could tolerate Jason's efforts to force her out of her comfort zone, it was a small price to her for company and affection. Especially for someone who she held so dear, and knew would return those affections.
>The night wore on, Jason showered and joined Marina in bed, snugging up to her and welcoming the embrace of sleep. Marina wondered while her remaining energy was channeled into staying conscious. What was it that made Jason so affectionate toward her, you so... cold to the suffering of others? He'd seen his fair share, and here he was coldly bending the neighbors into a deathsquad, yet for her there was warmth and affection instead of cold indifference.

>>33714742
>What's a zat'nik'tel? I might have missed it in the story. Sounds fun though. Dane leads the way to very enthusiastic negotiations. I dig it.
I forget not everyone here is familiar with all of the TV -series as I am (not even the hugely popular ones), "zat'nik'tel", "Goa'uld", "Wraith" and "Daedalus -class" are all references to Stargate -scifi franchise, to answer your question itself, "zat" is a hand-held energy weapon shaped like letter "S" that stuns/incapacitates most targets with one shot while the second shot usually kills.

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>>33714763
>The only secret Jason could keep from Marina was this solitary answer. What drove him? What did he truly value? What happened in his head? Six years had shaped the truth to her, but it didn't seem specific,was there only one thing? Surely not. But those he determined to be enemies got no remorse or empathy from him, in the six months she sat as his backup rifle, she'd seen and heard enough, at least in the vague expressions of screams of agony to know his was not the face of mercy, but why...

Two days later.
>I've trained the neighborhood watch into a bunch of mentally unhinged recluses who live in a nightmare alternate reality fueled entirely by small bits of ideas engraved into their collective consciousness. Marina is in her rifle form and in my hands as I wait. Tonight we go to the warehouse district on the south side of the town. My outs have been worked out, but hopefully the militia remains low enough that I never have to remember them, or dig up the notes on them. Today we're just getting their hands dirty.
>Phase one began as the forty people pulled up, suppressed SMGs at the ready, My own Marina wearing a suppressor with an oversized bore, as her threads are not concentric. I set the selector to the middle setting marked AB for avtomat, and draw her charging handle back.
>It begins, bullets start flying as crackles are heard from the other side of the warehouse, I sight in on one of the guards onthis side of the warehouse as he turns on his heal and fire a burst into his rear right flank from behind a conex box as the other five guards, clad in bluejeans wifebeaters and green bandanas, showing off their many religious tatoos of likely catholic origin develop a similar condition in the next two seconds.
>Banging is heard from the other end of the warehouse as flashbangs and M-67 Frag Grenades begin detonating.

>>33701765
I have no idea how I missed this, good stuff, as for name, maybe "Karma of Charlotte" or something along those lines?

>>33711073
>oi. I won the chicken wheel and im binning your shit. take a name and pick a title, or ill make a title for ya. Name is just so its easy and possible to follow.
title: I've got nothing, "in near future, in a galaxy far, far away..." is too...just about everything.

as for name, "ErikHanssen" will do for now...

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>>33714927
in seconds the twenty or so guards INSIDE are rediuced to four, who are quickly pinned down, managing to get one magazine off between them before bullets pierce cover and ventilate them.
"Fuck that's a lot of weed heroin and coke, YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO!" I call as I begin to dig some pyrotechnical charges out of my rig and flip a switch, turning on a green light before tossing them into the stashes of drugs.
"This whole city's gonna be high in an hour, I want you gone in two minutes!" I yell to the other side of the warehouse while the half the charges are still being thrown.
"Rally at objective Apperture!" Comes my last order before I rush back to the Pickup truck on route to a known Hideout of the local chapter of the crips.

>The vehicles disperse. Easy shit so far. Using these tactics of showing up quickly and disappearing quickly after using overwhelming amounts of firepower and high volume fire was working just as I'd figured. In fortyfive minutes the warehouse would be a blaze worthy of every pyromaniac and junkie's dreams or nightmares, more than likely giving off toxic fumes that would have a tangible effect on the city's production, and almost certainly on the news.
>As the teams converged and radioed in that they were in position, I loaded a fresh mag into Marina and rolled down the window. With my newest accessory in my rig, I cued the driver to start rolling, giving the radio signal to the other team. We came to a park a quarter block away, and set up, two teams of four on each side, and began our work.
>Flashbangs went in partially cooked and men starting firing into the windows and dropping bodies, I came through the window and began my sweep of the house.
>The door to the room I was in linked the the main hallway, I opened it and cleared the end of the hallway to my left, then bounded out to my right, seeing a black man in bluejeans and a white tee shirt, a blue bandana on his face swinging a MAC10 at me.
>I poor him a ten round burst.

>>33695990
Ok, finally updated. Debating on posting it, but it is a long update.

>>33714742
Instead of "life pt 2", how about "reborn"?

It's a bit more literal and figurative.

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>>33714983
*Pour. don't get started... anyway, let's continue the massacre.

>I see a mass run across my vision and fire a burst at it, unsure if I hit it, the bright colored shirt giving his affiliation away. Another comes, this one bending down to pick up the mac before I spray him with a five round burst while a longer burst shreds him.
>"FRIENDLY." comes the call from the source of the burst.
"Team one!" I call back to ackowledge.
>Two men cross the hall, one looking at me, recognizing me in the black shirt and vest, while the other procedes ahead.
>I round the lefthand corner to see a small sitting room, the man on point kicking into a bathroom, cries coming out
^"AY, YO MANG! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"^ the paniced and pitch elevated voice squeals before a deeper, youthful voice clearly no older than twenty five boomed out.
>"MY MEMES ARE IRONIC...*Seven round burst from smg* MY DEPRESSION IS CHRONIC!" *five round burst*
>Calls of clear are hollared out as the man on point comes out of the bathroom reloading.
>I pull spray paint cans from my vest and spray a crude crucifix with the words "LOS DIABLOS TURF, Niggas!" on a wall and call for the teams to clear the fuck out quick as fuck.
>"That was fucking awesome!" comes one of the voices as we diverge back to our vehicles and leave the scene, carefully watching to make sure any witnesses present were dead, luckily only the people in the house we raided were around to see us.

>We arrived back to our neighborhood through the darkened rural road route, and stashed guns and equipment as practiced. In three quarters of an hour it'd be midnight, and nothing would look out of place, our staggered approach patterns and
choice of targets ensuring no one we didn't kill would see us engaging in illegal activity.
"Three minutes and fifty-eight seconds of action, must've been something like forty kills and we've provoked a gang war we aren't involved in. Now we keep it quiet."

I'm sorry I've missed the last couple of threads. Series of unfortunate events combined with other excuses delayed any writing I should have done and I apologize to the few that have been waiting for something. I promise I'll try and get something out soon.

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>>33714482
Oh, you glorious bastard.

Thank you.

Is it bad that I latched on to the parts where he was having the internal struggle, and secretly happy that you (he, the MC) remembered the Dance?

Keep going man. Please.

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>>33715080
>I walk back into the house with Marina, the neighborhood watch meeting concluded for the next couple days. Marina once again in her human-ish form, even while I still carry the rifle. Marina and I sit in the garage.
"Now lets get you clean."
>"You know, Jason, I appreciate this, but... do you really feel you have to use corrosive ammo?"
"No, I kinda realized I had it and was too lazy to unload all the mags."
>"Oh really? Not because you like getting inside me?" Marina said, draping her arms on my chest and head on my left shoulder while I stripped her bolt and patches her down with solvent, paying close attention to everything between the muzzle and the trigger group.
"Well, you think I LIKE the smell of hoppes?"
>"You don't say no when I wear it."
"Well... whenyou wear it, it's like a scent, not a sickeningly thick vapor, like its liquid form." I say while brushing out her gas tube.
>"Well that ugh. That at least makes sense. Hey what are you doing huuuuuuuu~" Marina gets out as I scrub the carbon and salts off her piston.
>While I brush and patch her bore, I notice Marina is being awfully quiet, seemingly just enjoying her pampering until I finish applying a film of oil to her bore when.
>"uuuhhuhuhuhuhuh." escapes her as she shudders a little, her rifle form disappearing from my hands. "Jason, Folllow me, NOW." She says, taking my hand and leading me at a brisk pace before we arrived in the bedroom and she pushed me onto the bed.
>Before I knew it a naked Marina had stripped me and reduced my mind to a twitching blur.

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>I woke the next morning to Marina shifting around on top of me, lying on my body like a living blanket.
>"Oh. You're awake. Back to sleep. Five more minutes." She demands. I'm not one to defy her when she's lying naked on top of me, resting her head on the base of my neck. I'll just enjoy the moment for the time being.
>I close my eyes and put my hands around her while I drift back to sleep.
Why not? I think we've earned it after last night.
>the alarm goes off.
https://youtu.be/gy7o89XP4LA
>As I look over to it I see that it's ten in the morning. Not as bad as many degenerates, but unusually late. As Marina's head rises, her eyes meet mine before she draws me in for a kiss and rolls off me.
"Did you... change the alarm clock?"
>"Yes. After all that shooting last night, you deserve to sleep in." she replies.
"Oh, right. We did a lot of that."
>"And not just the killing kind." She teases. As we start to get up, I notice something.
"What did we do?" I ask, probing for an answer to why my joints are sore.
>"Like I said, shooting. you were amazing."
"Oh. THAT's why my joints are sore."
>"Come on, lets see what our work is doing in the news." Marina said before stretching, and bounding out of the room in only a small tee shirt and a pair of panties, leaving me to find some shorts and wander out with her.
>"In other news, approximately forty eight dead in large scale gang violence across town this morning, as thirty three bodies of gang members with prior convictions have been found in warehouse and industrial districts, with another ten were found in an abandoned industrial building, and five more scatter across town this morning, inspectors are warning to lock your doors and exercise caution if you live in thenvicinity of these districts. On the fire desk, we have reports of a warehouse fire which is now seventy percent controlled in the afforementioned warehouse district, and the sherrif released a statement confirming this will be investigated as an arson."

>>33706297
>The robot turns to Sturm and translates Hanssen's words to him. Sturm gives his reply which the robot then translates:
>"Commander Sturm is aware of this, he informs you that reinforcements are on their way as we speak."
>"Considering any reinforcements that would warrant negotiating our surrender would have to be commanded by an officer senior to a Captain, I am afraid that I can not take both Commander Sturm's authority to negotiate and this information about reinforcements seriously" Hanssen replies. After another exchange between the two the robot replies:
>"Commander Sturm explains that precisely because of those points the offer of surrender with no further bloodshed expires the moment the reinforcements arrive & rear admiral Pellaeon takes personal command of the Imperial forces present in this system."
>"In that case we have nothing more to discuss, seeing how the hostilities are about to resume I must advice you to return to "Obedience" before the reinforcements' arrival as I can't guarantee your safety once the shooting resumes" Hanssen replies and salutes, Sturm and the other officer who seems to be his adjutant return the salute clumsily.
>"XO, beam our guests back to their ship" Hanssen says & after the negotiators are gone continues:
>"Charlie Foxtrot 3 is in effect"
>"I must have misheard you, say again" O'Malley undestandably asks: CF3 is short for "Clusterfuck number three", a scenario where the enemy is expected to strike with such a force that all of the normal safety precautions regarding storage of munitions are discarded from the start: if the enemy bombers get through it won't matter whether the munitions explode in the turrets or in the shielded magazine, so might as well have as much ammo in the turrets to maximize the sustained fire.
>"Charlie Foxtrot 3 is in effect" Hanssen confirms his order & a split second later sirens go off all over the ship to alert the crew to the fact that safety precautions just went out the airlock.

>>33715478
additional information: Daedalus -class cruiser has two hangars and has a complement of 16 F-302 fighter-interceptors equipped with a hyperdrive and armed with two railguns plus four "Goa'uld busters": modified AIM-120 AMRAAM missiles with 1000 megaton -yield warheads/alternatively a total of four Mark IX -warheads (yield of at least 10 gigatons per warhead), in addition "Schuman" has two "Puddle Jumpers": small transports with room for a crew of four plus 6-8 passengers, equipped with cloaking devices as well as a number of drone missiles capable of penetrating any shield humans have encountered with the possible exception of the shield of an Atlantis -class city ship, standard "Jumpers" don't have hyperdrive or shields.

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>>33715050
Reborn is alright, but there's something about it... Not sure. Maybe something like Born Again Raifu?

>>33715295
Starting gang wars, civilian black ops, and tender raifu loving? You spoil us, man.

>>33715559
This battle sounds like it's going to get pretty damn hot. Hope the plucky humans have what it takes to get the job done. But I'm confused how they could fit so much explosive in a AIM-120. The smallest nukes were only a quarter to one kiloton. Sure they could fit on a Falcon, but that's still a couple orders of magnitude lower than the thousand megaton on these AMRAAMs. So how'd they do it?

GOOOOOOD MORNING /WFG/

>>33714742
Why are you worried about the Indianapolis?

Japan conquered China during WW 3, and everyone agreed that they were better rulers this time.
They let Tebet go, there was no Rape Of Nanking or an equivalent event this time, and they almost immediately started to make the place less shitty after they took every city, town, and village.
China's military was/is also shit, so it wasn't too hard outside of numbers. Japan also was one of the first nations in my world to get Gauss weapons. (This being because America gave them the tech shortly after China attacked them.)
Having relatively light rifles that can penetrate the side (and sometimes the front) of an enemy tank tends to be useful, and the Japanese used guerilla warfare against the Chinese commies to make them GTFO, and eliminating the majority of the Chinese advantage.

>>33715958
Good morning, Radio /WFG/. What's your line-up for today?
I'm putting up some Eric Clapton for the first song of the day: Layla.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iQ6m5dAef9o
(Also, Nonna and Tanya's favorite song.)

>>33715876
>So how'd they do it?
with a mineral not found on Earth called naquadah in the case of the original warheads of 'only' 375 kilotons & with the newer ones using an even more potent fissile material called naquadria, which is an extremely unstable, extremely radioactive artificial metal based on naquadah.

(Did I mention that mankind had all but wiped out three technologically superior, aggressively expansionist species in the two decades of engaging in a secret inter-planetary and later inter-galactic war?)

Awful things will happen

>>33716214
U wot m8

>>33716214
You alright, JT?

KvsW is up to date
https://pastebin.com/f03ZfwUd

More new people
https://pastebin.com/5yG5C9ek

Thought up two titles for my story and wanted your opinions gang, so I made a straw poll.

https://strawpoll.com/ye61zx9

Also, tfw I'm added to the pastebin! Trying to work on the story some more, going to go in and proof read what I've already written tonight, and then hopefully start writing more to add to the story tomorrow after work.

>>33717061
I'd say change the top one to "A Wolf in the East." It rolls off of the tongue better.
Though, I think: "The Desert Wolf" sounds better.

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added new stuff to the FAQ
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>i've should worked on tags and descriptions since day 1 not 6 months later
>there is over 100 stories
>mfw i remenber this started as just 3 writers on the beggining and now there is close to 80

>>33714954
I'll think of somethin, thanks man.

>>33717235
Hmm, good point. It does sound better when worded like that.

>>33715050
Since it seems like I can dump without getting in anyone's way....

>last time on Recovery Room
Color splashed my vision. Arms inexplicably bound, tightness across my chest, I heard a woman. “WhattheFUCK!?”...I knew that voice.

I looked down. My wife, not a Nazi, was under me. Her eyes held both anger and fear as they looked up at me. Forcing myself to relax, I took stock of the situation. She was in the full guard position, legs locked behind my waist, with her left elbow tucked against my chest. My right hand was cocked back into what would have been a haymaker, left hand on her right collar, thumb dug in and pressing into her pressure point. I was suddenly awake.

“Uh...bad dream?”

>>33717689
“I thought you stopped having those dreams after you learned to deal with that shit, sober.”

“I did. This one was different.” I took the coffee pot out of the brewer and poured us two steaming cups. “They weren't Iraqis, for one. They were Nazis.”

“Didn't your grandpa live through Normandy?” My wife was well aware of my family's military history; just as I was well aware of hers. At 2 A.M., I suppose she's either trying to wake herself up, calm down from almost being killed by her sleeping husband, or give me time to think. She sat, stirring sugar into her mug, and lazily looked my way. “Or was he on Iwo?”

“Both,” I sighed, “but on different sides of my family, and one was adopted. I'm sure that neither would have told me about it anyways, even if they were alive.”

“Well…” she started, “where do you think it's coming from?” Her eyes bored into mine. It is remarkably difficult to stare off into space when your wife’s autumn-gold gaze pierces through into your own. It is more difficult still when she demands answers in that tone. It meant “I know you know the answer, but you need to say it.” So, I did what any good husband would do. I answered the question.

>>33717779
“The only different thing that happened is a gun that talks. One that called me an asshole and thinks I'm trying to kill it.” The coffee was bitter, but it was better than the bitterness I felt from that rifle.

“Do you think it's trying to do something to you?”

“Don't be silly. Guns don't kill people.” I took another draught of burning liquid.

“I didn't say anything about killing.” Once again, her eyes carved into mine.

“I don't recall anything about guns driving anyone crazy, either.” I put down the coffee and reached for the chocolate. “Anyone that claims they do is usually mentally unstable and doesn't even know which end of a gun is the business end.”

“So, you've run across stories of talking guns before, then?” she fired, as she picked up her mug.

“Not as much, no. But first thing tomorrow, I'm visiting Mike at the wood shop. She might stay out of my head if she realizes I'm not the bad guy.” My coffee was almost empty. I got up and headed back to the carafe for more.

“If Mike's as thick as the wood in his shop, he might be better off.” She held her mug out for a refill as well. “Maybe he won't have his mind walked into.”

“Hon, he's great with wood, but he's more like an idiot savant.” After I emptied the carafe into her mug I turned to the sink. “Even if she did look into his head, I'm not sure there's enough there to do anything. Cream?”

“No, thanks. Just sugar this time.” She pushed the sugar dispenser back into its nook and continued stirring the black liquid. “Did you ever pay him for that work on your Russian recovery project?”

“The SKS?” I finished pouring my chocolate and cream, and started putting them back in the fridge. “He only wanted half, because it was his machinery but my hands. Maybe I can work under the same deal.” I started staring off again, occasionally taking sips of the somewhat cooler mocha.

>>33717801
“Keep this up, and you'll end up as some sort of apprentice. Anyways,” she added, downing the dregs in a loud gulp, “I'm headed back to bed. I know it's your day off tomorrow, but...promise to come back up?” I could never turn down that look in her eyes.

“Yes,” I promised, “after I'm done. I'll clean up a bit, too.” I envied her ability to go straight to sleep after having caffeine. It may as well be hot, flavored water for that woman.

“Okay,” she said, “just don't stay too long.” After she turned to leave, I leaned back and tried to clear my mind.

There was a time when I needed to drink myself to sleep. It never bothered me, but it hurt those close to me. Physical proximity or emotional closeness, my drinking took its toll, and I hurt them in different ways.

No, I was never a violent drunk. Quite the opposite, actually. I would slur a little more, become a little unintelligible until someone told me I was doing so, switch to a slower but clearly enunciated speech, and then find a quiet corner to fall asleep. Violence would come from the nightmares. Worse yet, I would spurn friends for unknown reasons.

Drying myself out, while uncomfortable, was truly the best thing to happen. I spoke more, joked more, slept more soundly, and actually had a better outlook on day to day life. Instead of drinking myself to sleep, I caught up on the reading I had been meaning to do. Instead of partying with peers, I engaged their intellects. I realized that I largely hung out with people that strongly cared for wasting their time chasing bottles, dragons, tail, or some combination of the three. Best of all, things started going my way more often when I was not nursing a hangover.

Resigning myself to sleep, I finished rinsing the last of the dishes and headed back upstairs. I could only hope my dreams would stay dreams. I dreaded the prospect of having a domestic violence charge against the same woman that kept me sane half the time.

>>33717814
/You're taking my furniture, but you're leaving my body behind?/ The question was innocent enough, but I never expected that particular question to ever be asked.

/“Yes,”/ I thought back, /“because Mike only needs the wood. If he needs the rest of you, he can tell me.”/

Her stock, in pieces, sat behind me on the back seat. Her bolt cruised along in my pants pocket, which seemed to allow her to communicate but not transform. Lastly, her “body” was wrapped up in a soft carrying case in the trunk. Despite the fact that she was in my head, the idea that the guy teaching me woodworking skills would freak out seemed less appealing.

/So you're afraid of a dirty little secret getting out?/ she teased.

/“No, smartass. He already thinks I'm crazy for fixing up guns. I don't need him questioning his own sanity.”/ Parking was easy to find because the shop was literally an attachment to a house. /“Now, if you don't mind, I need to get your stock looked at by a pro. I'm not above turning around and leaving if you don't shut up.”/ My fingers hesitated to turn off the car for a brief moment. Hearing nothing but the final chords of Chevelle’s “The Red” on the radio, I took her silence for consent and turned off the car.

Scarcely a moment after opening his shop door, I heard him bellow. “DOOOOOOOOOK! How ya been, man!?”

“Not bad, bro. Just, you know, fixing shit. Wait,” something dawned on me as I looked around, “how'd you know it was me?”

“Simple, heh” he laughed, “you said you'd be by first thing. So far, you're the first one at my door. Come here, man! Show me what the cat dragged in.” His eyes gleamed the same way a child's does when he knows he has a present coming his way.

Shaking my head, I lay down the stock pieces. “What if I got stuck in traffic or something, Mike?”

>>33717828
“On a Thursday at 9 a.m.? You're dreaming. Ooooh,” he cooed, as he ran his hands over the walnut, “what have we here? What's your rescue this time?”

“That, my friend, is what some jackass sold to me and claimed he shot without issue. Apparently a straight shooter, no rust, but needed to be sold because of medical bills.”

/Well, he did have cancer./

/“What did I tell you earlier about being quiet?”/

“From what I can see,” Mike slowly spoke as he inspected the pieces, “that jackass either straight lied to you, or told you the truth and then decided to cut this thing in half, then tried to stick it back together in the shittiest way possible.” He put both pieces back on the table and looked at me. “The good news is that I can fix it.”

“And the bad news?”

“I want you to fix it.”

“Aren't I your only paying customer?”

“You haven't paid me full price for shit, so far,” he countered, “and you're the only one I trust to use my tools. Step into my office, kind sir,” he bowed with flair at that last bit and swept his arm to the side.

“Goddammit, man,” I sighed as I picked up the wood, “do I at least have the same pay scale?”

“Of course! You pay for parts and take care of the labor, I get an early smoke break once I know you're not retarded.”

“This sounds rather one-sided, Mike.” The dust on the production floor of his shop looked like an asthmatic’s worst nightmare. “Can you at least tell me what I'm supposed to be doing?”

“You, my inquisitive friend, are going to sand,” he paused and pointed to a table-mounted sander, “stick,” pointing to a pile of various sizes of dowels, “and set. I'll explain that last part later. For now, I need you to free those mating surfaces of that shit the other guy thought was a bonding agent.” He turned his back to me and started rifling through the contents of a nearby shelf in earnest.

>>33717850
“What about you?” I asked as I sized up the sander. “What will you be doing?”

“Someone has to watch the register.” After finding a half empty pack of Camels, he started walking back to the front. “I trust you with my tools, not my money. Holler if you break yourself or something else!”. And then he was gone.

I busied myself by first figuring out which grit was on the sander and, being lazy, decided it would work anyway. Flicking on the switch, I heard the sander’s starting hum and then picked the heavier of the two pieces. Mike was right. The end looked like shit.

An even, steady application of pressure on the cleft end ground steadily at the crusted build-up. I happily sent sawdust into the air, checking for an even grain every ten seconds or so, until I was certain that particular cut was back to bare wood. I then repeated the process on the fore end piece.

Once ready, I picked up three sizes of dowels to fit into the drilled holes. I was lucky that the first size matched perfectly. Once I determined how to fit the two pieces back together, I realized i had no idea how I should proceed.

“Well, well,” I heard behind me, “I thought you broke something when I heard the sander stop, but it looks like you did good.” Mike was standing in the doorway with a clipboard and a pen. “But now,” he dropped the clipboard and picked up his tone, “I can see you just don't know how to make a straight joint.”

“Promise not to tell anyone?”

“Only if you promise to learn,” he answered. “But, it looks like you have a good start. It looks here,” he indicated the places where the dowels joined together, “like you may have removed a lot of material. That can be fixed.’

“How?”

“Oh, yeah, you'll need this. It's got a 24 hour curing time, so it has to be clamped down good. Preferably in the same position you need it to be used in. Do you have the rest of the gun with you?”

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>>33717871
“I...yes, actually, it's in the trunk. Need anything else?”

“No, just…” he mumbled, “this here...and that would be useful…”

The sun had marched across the sky to almost directly overhead by this time. I had already begun sweating as soon as I walked to the car.

/Oooh. A big, strong man, grabbing my naked body, holding me down and tying me up? Is it my birthday?/

/“Does it not bother you that you're stuck in my pocket until you're fixed?”/

/Not if you hold up your end of the bargain. If you fuck me over, it's all your loss./

/“We both agreed, and we both know how I feel about deals.”/ I closed the trunk after removing the barreled receiver. That glorious air conditioned room felt farther away the longer I stayed out here. I hurried back inside, but spent at least a minute under the cooling air vent in the foyer.

“Duke!” I heard from the back, “where are you, man? I ain't paying you to sit on your ass!”

I admit, chortled at that. “You aren't paying me at all, Mike!” I hollered back. Obviously, I had somewhere I needed to be, and began moving behind the counter.

“Oh, good, because I hate paying people when I don't need to. Is that what I'm looking for?” he asked, indicating the barrel.

“Yes. Now, how is this going to work?”

The process itself wasn't difficult. First, for protecting the barrel, we wrapped the metal in saran wrap. Then we mixed the two parts of the epoxy together and used a popsicle stick to spread it over the flat surfaces of the joint. Afterwards, the dowels were placed so that they could slip into the pilot holes of both sides. For stability, the barrel was first laid into the rear end, positioned and fixed into place, then joined on the dowels by the fore end and clamped together along the barrel by C-Clamps. Finally, some tin foil was added to the outside of the stock to ensure that the binding compound did not leak to where it was not needed.

>>33717892
“Ok, man. You're good here, and it looks solid and clamped down. You shouldn't take that off for…” he paused to take a drag off his cigarette, “at least three days. You should be good after that to do...whatever it is you do.”

“Didn't you say it was 24 hour epoxy?”

“Look, man, you can't rush cure times. You do that, your shit breaks and you're worse off than before.” To emphasize his point, he took another drag and kept eye contact the entire time. “I will make you pay me for being stupid if you fuck this up,” he finished as he exhaled his smoke.

“Oh, okay, fine. You win. I swear to not do anything for at least three days.” Exasperatedly, I grabbed what bits of the 1903a3 were present and started heading to the counter. “How much do I owe you?”

“About 20 bucks.”

“Wait, that's it?”

There was that mischievous look, again. “I can always charge you what I charge the assholes that just drop something off and demand services within a week, you know.”

“No, no,” I quickly replied while grabbing for my wallet, “that sounds like the perfect price. Here you go,” I dropped a bill on the counter, “and you have yourself a good one.”

As he pocketed the money, his eyebrows took a sudden interest in meeting each other. “Last thing, man. She's hurting, too. The wood is just a piece, but it's a painful one to fix, sometimes.” With that, he turned, grabbed his clipboard and pen, and disappeared back into his workshop.

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>>33717689
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>>33717915
Aaaaand, that's it for now.

Tell me what you think, how it could be better, wording fixes, the whole nine.

>mfw ready for the criticism

>>33717285
doing gods work you magnificent mexican man

>>33716005
for my radio WFG I'm listening to a mix of KNHO (Kino), some fashy whiite hot takes, moon man, some oh so LOVELY classics like Eric Clapton's Cocaine, and now, for the first song of the day, here's that worried woman who can't get enough, caffeine that is, Ella Mae Morse with Forty cups of coffee. https://youtu.be/cbvK1Vxo5eM

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>>33718055
>not counting archive on this work that is the general

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>>33718100
oh yeah

Thanks Archive!

>>33717968
This is a nice story, I like how your dialogue flows together really naturally, it makes the scenes more vivid and believable. Keep up the good work!

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sorry about this, but update soon

>>33714742
Glad you liked it so far, my dude.

>Behind
“What?”
>That’s the only thing it says here?! Behind!
“Means behind either you or her, right? Take a look around”

It didn’t take long to find it. The Elefant was, just like the figure had written, just behind her M60. And there was some good and some bad news

The good was the vehicle was actually restored in 2007 to 2008. Sadly, it was to display condition, and not driving or combat condition. But the wheels and tracks moved and the suspension was remade.

Sadly, the gun barrel was badly bent and was way beyond repair. And it was standing very dug in. The M60 in front, vehicles on the sides and on top. Space was so limited lighter vehicles was lifted up on top of heavier ones .

But for now, that didn’t bother you much

“Lily…”

She doesn’t respond to your soft words. Her breathing become more erratic

“Hey, Lily...”

She breathes heavily

>What was i supposed to do…

She still had her back turned to you. All her posture was gone. Her shoulder were hanging, and her gaze that was always scanning and observing was was pointed to her feet.

“Shhh… it’s okay”

You don’t really know what to. So you just walk up to her and wrap your arms around her figure

“It’s okay Lily”

You can’t figure out anything else to say to her. You considered something along the lines of “it’s what she wanted” But that would probably just make everything worse

>She begged for it. And then provoked me. What was i going to do? I’ve killed before, but this… this is disgusting. This whole situation is just… disgusting

Somehow, her grief and sadness turned into anger in about four sentences

>Fuck this, let’s… excuse me. Ehem. Let’s just find her, okay?

It seems she really took the no swearing thing to heart

“Yeah, let’s. Do we sorta, dig it out, or just… knock on the hatch?”
>Let’s get the Jagdtiger here

Surprisingly, Lily wasn’t interested in actually walking to it and driving it back, but rather just… getting it here by herself. Suddenly, the night awoke to the big, angry engine, somewhere far away. It took her just a few minutes to get the machine here.

There wasn’t enough space to actually dig the Elefant out without removing several other vehicles before, so Lily left it just in front of the M60. She squeezed herself in the narrow gap between the tank and a ruined M2 Bradley next to it. The Elefant, was despite being similar to the slightly heavier Jagdtiger, rather unlike it. The Elefant looked presentable, having proper mudguards, a good paint job and so on. The Jagdtiger still looked rough and rugged. Flaked paint, rust, DIY Schürzen on the sides and the big scorch mark on the upper casemate.

The difference was the Jagdtiger looked that way because it was a fighting machine. Underneath, everything worked. Gun, engine, gearbox, radios, hydraulics, optics. The elefant, on the other hand was a display piece. While it looked good, it lacked most fighting and automotive components

Unlike most tanks, the Elefant has two fighting compartments, due to its mid engine construction. In the front, a driver and a second crewman. Called assistant driver, bow gunner or radio operator. Behind these two was the engines and the generator. And behind and on top of that, the rear, primary fighting compartment, with the commander, gunner and two loaders, sitting two on either side of the main gun, the 88mm Pak 43.

Lily climbs on top of the superstructure, around the Humvee someone had lifted up on top with a crane. She banged the commanders hatch twice

>Anyone there? Hello?

Lily bangs the hatch and shouts a few more times, without result

“She isn’t there?”
>Could be. Could be sleeping as well. I slept through most of the 50s
“A decade…?”
>Yeah. Was a pretty bad time to be german in the US
“But… you’re not”
>Tell that to them
“Oh…”
>Anyway, going into someone else’s tank is considered a bit of a taboo. Not that it can be helped. Come up here and help me with the hatch, honey?

Lily was a fair bit more slender than you were, so getting in between the vehicles was a little trickier for you. Lily naturally finds this a little amusing and giggles to herself. Well on top of the Elefant, you assist Lily in prying the hatch open. It takes a bit of work, and finally it snaps open with a metallic banging noise.

“So, taboo, right?”
>Yeah Uhm... Please?
“Alright, alright. Not like anything dangerous or time consuming can happen if you crawl into a german WWII tank destroyer”
>I’d take offence to that, but you were smiling
“I still am”

Down into the dark machine you go, illuminated by your weak cellphone flashlight alone. Not that it took very long time to see that there wasn’t anyone here. At all. You report up to Lily, who frustrated go to check the driver’s compartment as well. Empty.
“No one there either?”
>No!

You stand with just your head poking out of the commanders hatch. Lily was visibly upset with things as they were

-GOTTVERDAMMTE SCHWEINHUND

Something hard hits your leg. Hard. You fall down to the floor of the fighting compartment. A moment later the gun breech hits you in the side of your head. You faintly hear Lily screaming outside before you pass out

In another place, far away, a small and fragile looking figure crawls down from a tank. She polishes her glasses a little before she gets going. It is the middle of the night and freezing cold, but despite that, the tiny orange glow of a cigarette could be seen. She walks towards that. But before she gets there, a voice meets her

¤ Miranda?
+ Yeah, that’s me
¤ For someone your size, you make a lot of noise
+ I-it’s these pants! Anyway, what are you doing up this late… uhm, early. No wait, i mean-
¤ I could ask you the same
+ I j-just woke up! A-and then i saw t-the light and-
¤ Slow down, little one. Come up and sit with me

Natalya stretches out a hand to Miranda who heaves herself up, and sits on top of a blanket, laid out on the gun barrel

¤ What’s worrying you?
+ You are. Well, you are worried about something
¤ The gun
+ Gun?
¤ Yes, the gun. It is well past the expected barrel life. And the accuracy is getting worse with every shot fired. Mechanically, this used to be a 1.5 MOA gun, you know?
+ Huh?
¤ 80% of rounds fired at 2000 meters fall in a 60 cm circle
+ Oh
¤ But not anymore. At some point something really bad will happen. Worse case is a breech detonation. Or having to install an M68 instead

Natalya shudders

+ Can you fix it?
¤ Realistically, no

Miranda couldn’t answer anything, so she just shuffled a little closer. She was worried, concerned. Even if it was Natalya who was faced with a bad issue. The main gun was in a rather poor state. The problem would have to be addressed soon. In one way or another.

She exhales another puff of gray smoke. It disappears into the night air, like the prayers of a lonely soldier under artillery bombardment. No one ever knew it existed, and thus, nothing was done. Because if there was a god, he stopped listening long ago

Natalya swears softly and tosses the cigarette butt on the ground. Miranda had since long fallen asleep against her side. It left her little more choice than carrying her back to the Starship. up on the engine bay. One of the crewman, a younger man, or older boy even, with very sad looking facial hair. He nodded, said thanks and carefully put Miranda under the blanket.

Good, Natalya thought. The little one needs all care she can get. Herself? Not so much. No one was to help her.

Far away from there, you were starting to come to your senses. But slowly. You had a headache likely measured in Kilotons. For an unknown amount of time you hear talking. But no matter how hard you concentrate… nothing makes sense. Somewhere in the sludge of syllables, you pick out a word you recognize. Motor. You heard it a few times, but even that word sounded strange. And the melody of the speaking was strange. It was almost a song. It went up and down, up and down, up and down. What exactly went up and down? You’re not sure. Volume? Tone? At this state of mind you couldn’t tell

Something moves the bed you are on. You didn’t know you were in a bed. It probably wasn’t Lily. She would have… done something by now

>What were your plans for getting the Elefant moving?

It was Lily! You could recognize her voice anywhere

“Uhm… twin LS engines or cummins diesels, and then generators and electric motors?”

The Elefant was a hybrid after all. The petrol engines powered generators, and then electric motors on the rear drive wheels

>Good

Someone else was in here as well. It was Lily, and… another figure. You had no idea who that was. But if Lily trusted her, so should you

>Now, say we need a 200 ton machine moving, with limited space available. Preferably with dual outputs

200 tons!? Wow, that’s a lot, you think to yourself. And in your groggy state you remember something you read of wikipedia one late night when you had nothing else to do

“Dual? uhm…”

You disappear in thought for a second. Lily remains silent

“Napier Nomad”
>Go on

Lily was talking in a weird way. Why was she… cold? She is usually warm in a both literal and figurative way

“Turbo compound engine. Flat twelve diesel on top and a turbine beneath. Could be made to another output shaft”

The other person in the room looks at… something for a minute or two and then says something. This time you were sure it was not english.

Then, a sigh. A heavy, decided one. and a black bag put over your head

“Wait, Lily…”

But then you get lifted up from your bed. You head starts hurting immediately, even more than it did before. there isn’t much else to do than to groan in pain, and feel your limp body being dragged outside.

It was cold outside

You mostly stumbled. Got no grip on the ground. Couldn’t see where you were taken, what was going on

Shortly after you fall to the ground. Your head is still pounding, pulsating with pain synchronising with the ever increasing beating of your heart. Lily was taking you somewhere safe. You had just hit your head and she helped you

“Lily…”

Bang

The sound of a gun. Probably not a big one. Handgun maybe? Lily has to be defending you

Bang

Strange, her pistol would have to be fired several times to kill any creature, apart from the smallest ones. But they wouldn't be in detroit…

Bang

Because that is what she is doing. Right...?

Bang

“L-lily?”

-Halt

Was that the other voice

>Was ist los?
-Ein messer für diesen hier
>Warum…?
-Weil du ihn liebst. Beeile dich

That was them talking. One of the voices was definitely Lily. Weirdly, it sounded like she was not on the upper hand of this conversation. Attentive voice, versus a condescending one. Very out of character for her

And then the pain comes. Directly to your chest. It was far worse than what you had been through before. And with the confusion and head injury since earlier, you had absolutely no idea what happened. You probably screamed. It was so focused, into a single point, right down the middle. Wait, was that something wet?

Lily lets go of the knife, seeing the red liquid slowly form a wet spot. Five men lay in front of her. The crew, she used to call them. four dead, one dying

An older woman standing beside her slowly stroked her shoulder a few times.

>>33714482
Mmm, good shit. Glad to see you post this final bit, DoIlooklikeawritefag.

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>>33719977

>mfw i read LAST post
>mfw i translate the bits on german

god fucking dam it JT, good fucking dam it, been a good while since a story made me this teary eyed outstading job as always

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>>33719977
AAAAAAAAAAAAH!

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right,. should say that is it for this update.

Also, there is an, uhm... little chanse that this is the last JT or AT update there will be. But i'm pretty sure i can go on

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>>33720259
Don't do this! You're gonna post more, and it's not going to be the bad end!

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>>33720301
m8, i'm... sick. And i'm going to be at a fulcrum of sorts next week. I think it will go well.

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>>33717968
Like >>33718335 said, the dialogue is really good. Nice little way to end the update as well.
>>33714939
>>33702519
>>33714742
>>33715050
What would you think of the name "Rechambered," "Rebuilt," or something like that? Does that capture the vibe of the story or nah?
>>33720259
I have no clue what's happening but pic is very much >mfw. Stay well.

>>33720259
Did you NOT explain that there would be an insurance in place so that, should the worst happen, your story would still be posted?

You said this the last time you went into surgery. DON'T PLAY WITH MY EMOTIONS, JTANNIE

>>33720610
yes. If that happens, i've made sure you can look at the canon story, heavily shortened

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>>33720641
No! Everything went better than expected, and everyone lived happily ever after, including you

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>>33716005
USS Indianapolis was torpedoed during WWII, after dropping off a bunch of shit for the early nukes. It was a pretty large disaster for the US, because it proved that a lot of sailors didn't know how to swim. That was the single largest contributor to casualties after she sank. I'm worried something like that might happen to this Indianapolis.

>>33717235
>>33717550
I'm with UKie. The Desert Wolf does sound pretty damn good. I'm throwing my hat into that ring.

>>33717968
Well, it's pretty damn good. I think you did an especially great job on Mike. He feels like a guy that I could get to like in real life. Rifle, though, she's a bitch. But Mike noticed that she was in real pain. So hopefully she'll be more nice when this repair process is all said and done.

>>33716005
>>33718058
I'm listening to some various stuffs. Recently got turned on to Steely Dan.
https://youtu.be/ea3Bofkmwlc

>>33719977
>>33720259
Shit, man. That's just a graveyard of fucking sorrows. Nothing good could have happened here. Did you say Starship? Lily killed a Starship maiden? And now somebody's stabbing the protagonist because Lily loves him? And the rest of the crew is now dead? Fucking hell, man. There are a figurative Imperial fuckton of feels that I did not ask for. Yet you still have me coming back, begging for more.

>>33720393
It does fit the vibe, but I'm not certain that either name is the best. Let's see... A New Life, maybe?

>>33720698
I wish as well that everything ends well. I hope that he's only in a nightmare, brought out because he accidentally hit his head on a gun breech. He'll wake up, and Lily, the Starship maiden, and the Elefant maiden will all be there to give him milk and steak and Aspirin and such. But we all know that the reality is infinitely sadder.

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>>33721041
Starship is far away, with Natalya and the rest of the old tanks

Rest of JT crew is dead, and MC got a knife instead of a bullet, because Lily loves him

See, the elefant may not have had Lily's kind heart. Or abandoned old ideologies

A-all to com ein future updates

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>>33721099
I may be new here, but when the FUCK was there a sudden involvement of spaceships?

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>>33721443
M60A2 Starship

I will update tonight, you have my word... but for now I have to get away from the shills that leaked over from reddit. Don't suspect I'll have much luck, but you'll find me on /pol/ for the next few.

>>33721041
No, it's just that all cruisers (Strike, General Purpose, and Heavy) are named after capitals throughout the SC, and I live in Indiana, so that was the first capital to come to mind after Moskva, and the SCS Moskva hasn't been built in-universe yet.

Most Strike cruisers are named after provincial (states) capitals, GP cruisers are named after regional capitals (counties), and Heavy Cruisers are named after nation capitals/the initial colonization city names.

To explain the colony cities thing:
There will usually be a separate colony started by each of the major powers of Earth when a new planet/planetoid is added to the SC. So, one from the US*1 , one from the UK*2, one from Groß Deutschland*3, one from the Russiam Federation*4, one from the Federation of Asia*5, one from New Rhodesia*6, and one from the Republic of Scandinavia*7.

>>33722181
*1 Now with 100% more south America

*2They didn't feel like taking Canada back, and Australia is a hell-hole with nothing of real value if you're not trying to create a death world*
*Much like many HFY stories, Earth is considered by most other space-faring races to be a deathworld. Though we're not the ONLY race that they know from a deathworld, we ARE the only one that doesn't have any real natural defenses

*3 Germany, but also most of the rest of Europe. Only the Slavic/baltic nations aren't included. Most of the Slavic ones were taken by Russia Poland excluded, but Polen cannot into space. Still.

*4 Now back to the Russian empire's 1914 borders, sans Polen and Finland

*5 Japan, but including China, Korea, Vietnam, Cambodia, and Laos. They didn't want to call it the new empire of Japan, because they thought that that sounded bad, for some reason.

*6 All of sub-Saharan Africa.

*7 Finland, Sweden, and Norway. Finland is named first because they took over Sweden and Norway, albeit with Germany and Russias help, during WW3. Their aid was rather minuscule. Mostly ammo and some guns. Some volunteers too, but there were some from just about everywhere in the Alliance.

*Forgot the Israeli Empire: The Middle East.
Turkey to Pakistan to Saudi Arabia to Egypt.

>>33722203
I ALSO forgot to add that Normandy and Spain are part of the UK now.

Ireland is still independent.

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>>33720259
Nigga...

>>33723062
Jesus Christ, that son of a bitch hit a straight slab of steel?

>>33723261
Likely. It has test crash circles on it.

>>33723261
that tape and checkered circle tell me its a crash test vehicle
they crash those into walls

I think it should be noted that those headlights still work

>>33717235
>>33721041
I'll give it some thought and will post a decision tomorrow. It does roll off the tongue rather well.

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Aaaaand I'm back from my little trip to /pol/. keks were had, but now some nice story while kitten is sleeping. By the way, just so you know, I'm a reptoid clone of John Wayne and Elvis.

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>Forcing my way through some writers block
Nothing a little chill music and sleep deprivation can't fix, hopefully.

>>33720641
You'll make it JT... you will.

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One last bump. Goodnight /wfg/, hoping to have something ready soon.

>>33724372
I won't fall apart

Hopefully

>>33724966
I hope you know that Sophie is one of the reasons I began writing.

I'll be patient.

New writefag here with a pilot to a fallout themed adventure, any feedback is appreciated. Spent the last 2 weeks reading stories from anyone who posted on the last 3 threads and it inspired me to write something myself.

https://pastebin.com/UUdqsVdW

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>>33719977
Wait. So is he actually fucking dead? Did you just end the whole story by having the MC's gf kill him? What the fuck man

>>33725151
Well, if I can't get back or the super short ending doesn't get posted, yes.

But as long as I can still breathe on my own and someone reads, I'll write the proper ending

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>>33725220
Ok that sounds better. You cannot believe how rustled my jimmies were after reading that ending. This story has been one of my all time favorites and I really didn't want to see it end that way. I hope your doctor thing goes well and that you can start to get better.

>>33715295
"Hmm. Son of a bitch."
>"forty eight dead?" Marina questioned, looking to the screen with a puzzled expression.
"At least five of them were actual gang violence, I figure. Hang on, I have to make a call."
>"Ok. Ooh, I got a request, see if he can get me some bakelite magazines, I want plum!" Marina calls
"But we have like ten of those."
>"Oh. Right. Well, can you get me some ammo that isn't 7N6?"
"Alright, less work for me anyway."
>As I got to the other room and dialed the phone, I made sure to close any blinds that might be open and seal any points through which the sound of my conversation might be recorded. Seconds passed as the phone rang.
>"Hello?"
"Tim, hows it going?"
>"Well, I remember some business with you and I look on the news this morning... did you start a central american drug cartel? Did you do this?"
"Hehehe, no I didn't start a central american drug gang."
>"I see, so what do you need?"
"Some of the good food, some night shades if you got'em. Maybe take back the um. Helicopter."
>"I can certainly do all that, but you know, you didn't say you DIDN'T have anything to do with that."
"Wha- oh, right. You got a moral problem with that?"
>"No sir, I personally think it's overdue, so I'll show my support with some of the good stuff. Prepare for some of the good Liquid, motherfucker!"
"That's what I like to hear. See you at the usual place and time." The line went dead and I dropped the phone.
>Walking back into the room I sit back on the couch and Marina assumes her place on my side nuzzled up against me while we sat.

>>33725244
I have made up MANY plans for what is to come. Some of them I are even happy with

>>33725006
You won't, because I say so.

>>33725010
This shit... this shit right here is one of my biggest motivators to keep writing. Thanks man, I'll try not to make you wait too long!

>>33725054
>Pre-Nukes Fallout story
Neat! Also I'm loving how the format is laid out in true story form. A few others do that as well as compared to the greentext format, and you are pulling it off quite well! Also, it is well written. GJ man, I may have to pick up another story to follow now...

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>>33725054
>pre nuke fallout universe
>that format

you have my interest

>>33692492
Is guardbro still around? Has he ever done a personified bar?

>>33728227
I think the /ic/ autists drove him away

>>33728686
>>33728227
he was updated once, those autists were trying to drive him away, i'm surprised that they haven't denunced his stuff

>>33728907
I saw that happen twice, both times I told them to leave him alone or alternatively fuck off, both times they started attacking me as well

>>33729016
thats autitsts for you, if something that scares them, they'll try to drive it away instad of facing it

>>33729210
>thats autitsts for you
what exactly have actual autistic people done to you to warrant being compared to those kind of people who get off on shitting on other people's stuff?

>>33725325
holy shit dude, don't stop, and i hope to the /k/ube that you deal with the shitty hand life has dealt you.

on a slightly higher note, you favourite britfag who is also a Gau-8 noise and is totally allowed to be on this website can now claim to have fired guns.

>>33728686
>>33728907
Where is he now?

>>33729979
Still around. He'll pop in on /ak/ threads or here every so often.

>>33730050
If you see him ask him to draw a personified bar and more op Chan because I'm buying a bar soon

>>33730079
He does commissions.

>>33730105
I am poor

>>33730282
Then start drawing and get good. Eventually, you can charge for doodles.

>>33730305
Anon I'm missing proper nerve control in my hands

>>33730457
Adobe illustrator is your friend.

>>33730484
Can you help me pirate that and Vegas because I can't get either to fucking work

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>>33725054
This story has promise. I think I'll like it. It's well written, so far, and I want to know what happens next.

>>33725277
Nobody can have too much bakelite. And I bet they're going to want that helicopter eventually. Where are they hiding something like that?

>>33725325
That's good to hear. I want to know the real reason that Lily went postal.

>>33730652
Where ELSE do you hide an attack helicopter? One of the many out in the middle of nowhere airports with no ATC capability scattered throughout the wilderness of Florida. Personally, maybe I'll get my own for flying around... nah, I'll move to somewhere else before I focus on saving for a mosquito ultra light. They're only a few thousand dollars, which is worthy of "ONLY" when you're talking about aviation. Then again, the FAA would require a license and they'd milk you at every turn trying to get it... on second thought, never mind. I give up.

I've decided to name my story "The Desert Wolf". Feels good to have a title for it now, thanks to the anon and UKFag for their suggestion. And sorry for being slow with the updates, don't have alot of free time lately. Glad to see others are doing well with their stories though, helps to get through crummy days at work, and always a blast to read.

Its that time of the thread m8s

>updates will slow down due personal issues

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>>33731233

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>>33692492
I ain't no writer, but ill still make ur day kiddo!

>>33731251
Pfft, i'll still get stuff done, it'll just take longer

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>>33731233
>>33731265
WAIT, YOU WRITE? I guess I've just never seen it.

>>33731273
I just make 'bins and the threads, i made a one shot for 14th of febraury tou

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>>33731292
well, lets slide the thread and make the new one!