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>>34875733
Brits go home, reeeee

>>34875733
>A. Shephard
>Small zone of confort
>confort

It's been months since I've pointed that out, has it still not been corrected to comfort?

>>34875774
Tiocfaidh ar la!

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Story about terran who rescues qt human/zerg hybrid experiment when?

>>34875872
You mean the campaign of SC2 wings of liberty?

>>34875936
fuck don't remind me
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TBO6yC5FdTM

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In the news today, man from california invents and tests a new device for detecting thumbs in any and all conditions. After preliminary testing sources say he remarked that his invention shows great potential, but requires work, citing problems with deformation and the creation of sharp edges after prolonged repeated use, which maybresult in tearin of the skin, before raising a slightly bloodied thumb in praise of two individuals he described as being quote, "Write-fags," stating that their latest updates were "Nice." and "built some suspense." In other news, a mother gave birth to the world's youngest person today, more on that at five.

>>34876099

>>34876099
>>34871319
>>34872601 See post above. Fucking thing keeps leaving the other numbers off.

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bump

Next part today then!

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i'll hold up with my stuff until we've had someone else post i think. i feel im flooding

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>>34879253
I feel a flood coming... It won't be long now. We just gotta hold the gate for a little while before it starts.

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>>34879253
I would be writing and posting, but I've got work in 4 hours and really just feel like turning my brain off and playing some Starbound until it's time to throw my uniform on. Who knows, I may take my laptop and do some writing from work later today.

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>>34875733
>>34875774
>>34875792
>pub stories
I served In NI for 2 fucking years.

Shit sucked apart from the girls.

I was on QRF and escort duty, so we'd respond to any disturbances or escorting firefighters or ambulances, as it was a pretty common occurrence that they'd pull up to an "incident" and then be either held up or distracted long enough for people to steal everything not nailed down.

I seem to remember one escort vehicle hit a prig (an improvised RPG) and was hobbling back to base so we got sent out on QRF to meet up with some firefighters.

We pulled up and met with the firefighters who were being pelted by the 6 O'Clock rioters and having all their gear looted, we were about to fire a couple of warning shots with our donker (break barrel launcher) when they started to withdraw - never a good occurrence as it usually means ambush.

We made ready and a couple of seconds later the chuck-chuck-chuck-chuck-chuck of a russian machine gun rang out. We sprinted for cover behind the fire engine which seemed to provide us with cover.

I looked to my Brick leader "Anon! O'Leary! When he changes belts slip out and slot the bastard, we'll cover! Anon right! O'leary Left!"
"Yes sarn't." i replied as did O'leary
Moments later i heard the distinctive ching or the last link or solid belt hit the floor. The gun stopped, the sarn't turned round the corner and sprayed along the houses, i ran out from cover and bough the rifle up to my eye, but couldn't see anything at first.

I scanned from right to left until i saw the shadow of three or four men on the first floor window. I proceeded to open fire with my rifle, rapidly i expended my magazine.

O'leary looked to me and where i was firing at, he too opened fire on the same building.

Sarn't ran towards the building jumping over the front wall and proceeded to attempt to kick the door down to no avail.

The crowds had started to reform and were chanting.

1/2

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>>34879837
Sarn't had enough of the door, he managed to open it just a couple of inches.

One of the boys behind us was firing just above our heads into the first floor, it was raining glass on us.

The downstairs window was boarded up with wood the sarn't started to knock it in with his rifle stock, O'leary was behind the front wall reloading next to steve who was firing up into the first floor too.

O'leary finished his reload, hopped over the wall and dived into the wood boarding knocking them through, Sarn't clambered through the hole big enough, i followed.

Sarn't looked at me an cocked his head towards the door in front of me, I was on point.

I cautiously shuffled forwards. this place was a wreck, glass and needles on a dark grey floor covered in soot and dust like an angry stormcloud.

It was disgusting and wreaked of death because there were dead rats and mice. I got to the stairs, the sarn't had pulled his browning out so he could have a free hand to use his maglite.

The light shone in the darkness, i was alert, awake and alive. I tried to creep up the stairs but they creaked from being rotting.

I reached and turned the landing, There was a bathroom to my right, a bedroom to my front and the master bedroom at the front of the house on my left. You go in one council house you've been in them all. I could hear the boys downstairs cling on the glass as they cleared that level.

The sarn't patted me on the shoulder, i looked towards him, he handed me his browning and maglite, he transitioned to his rifle and pointed it half way left and halfway front to cover the two bedrooms.

I rapidly advanced into the bathroom, clear. I turned back the sarn't had transitioned to cover left only, i was now going to clear the second bedroom, mickey had advanced and was waiting just at the top of the stairs.

I turned right and stormed the second bedroom, clear too. Some of our rounds had visibly passed through the plasterboard walls, creating godrays from light and dust.

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>>34879837
>>34880028
well? are you going to finish?

>>34880282
Yeah give me a minute, its not a good memory.

>>34879837
>>34880028
Mickey crossed the stairway to use the side i was on as cover.

The sarn't held out his hand in anticipation that i would hand his pistol back, I complied, transitioning back to my rifle.

He took point, We edged towards the master bedroom, which was the only place they could be, every shuffle put us in more and more danger, i tapped the sarn't on the shoulder nodding towards the floor.

A long streak of claret was on the floor of the master bedroom.

My heartbeat started to sound like a drum, the chanting of the people outside didn't help.

The sarn't looked at me and whispered "Clearing on 3".
"One" My heard thudded twice.
"Prepare." My heart pounded another two times.
"Two" My heart double thumped.
"Ready up!" My heart double hammered again. Time seemed to slow, i noticed the sarn'ts chest inhaling, his previous exhale pushing dust away from him. I gripped my weapon tight, and took a deep breath.
"Three! - CLEAR ROOM!" His foot took a forward motion in what in reality was a sprint.
"CLEARING!" We both cleared right. while mickey cleared left

Nothing, absolutely nothing apart from spent brass and empty links.

"ROOM CLEAR SARN'T!"

"Cunts" i heard mickey say under his breath I turned towards him, there was a hole in the plasterboard wall that separated this house and the one next door.

The sarn't nearly flipped. O'leary entered the room, "clear downstairs sarn't"
Sarn't agressivly turned to him, "Clear next door with mickey".
"Sarn't!"

They moved through the hole into next door.
The sarn't took a knee, "Anon turn round i need you bag from your webbing." He was referring to me hessian sandbag that i always carried in a little roll.

I turned and he yanked it, "Help me with this anon". i helped him police the brass into the sandbag, there was also a red hot barrel on the floor, after police the brass, he pulled his water bottle and emptied it to cool it, he shoved it in there too.

>>34880363
Keep going.

>>34880363
>>34880028
>>34879837
In addition to the barrel, the brass and the links there were three pistols and an AK or AKM.
One of the pistols was a soviet TT33, the other i couldn't identify, the third was an obscure type of pistol, i can't seem to remember what it was in hindsight, I looked it up once in Janes Firearm ID at the time, It was one of nazi germanys secondary handguns. Not a Luger, mauser, browning, Vis, or steyr hahn. It was an ugly looking thing.

Anyway the sarn't slung the AK and threw two of the pistols in the bag. Unzipping my Smock pockets on both sides, He NSP'd the pistol, removing the mag. He put the pistol in my right hand smock pocket and the magazine in the left. He looked me in the eyes and patted me on the shoulder, "Hang on to that for us will you anon?"

He grabbed out a bandage, smearing some of the blood for testing at a later date.

Mickey and O'leary appeared out of plaster hole. "Clear sarn't made it out back and legged it, whatever they were using was probably damaged though, splinters everywhere."

"OK thanks lads, do a double check of the house and meet us back outside."
"Sarn't"

the arn't threw the bloody bandage in the bag too.

"Come anon."
We walked down the stairs, and clambered through the hole outside. The fire engine was there but none of the firemen were to be seen. There was a large amount of detritus being hurled from our right to our left in addition to the regular insults.

In review the insults were hurled at us on an daily basis, almost hourly when on patrol on republican areas to the point where you tuned it out, it was like they were saying nothing.

We jogged to our PV, the firemen were huddled just behind it some of them in it hiding from the detritus.

Couldn't really blame them.

"You guys Ok?"
"Yeah we're 'lright thanks pal, but our Engines facked"
"Ok we'll get a lift for you"

Bricks clanked and fragmented, Bottles Chinged and smashed, Insults were hurtled and phased out.

>>34880627
>>34879837
>>34880028
>>34880363
Forkie our radio guy knew what to do and got on comms.

He was the odd one out and one of the very few people to be issued an M16A1, Pretty nifty weapon if you knew how to use it.
"Papa Bravo One, Papa Bravo one this is Sierra One two Zero Acting QRF 8 Over.
"Sierra one two zero this is Papa bravo one, send traffic over."
They changed traffic for a while that established that the engine had been stopped by a crowd, looted, that we had taken fire, pursued but contact was broken. One enemy believed to be wounded and heading further into republican areas. That they should send out another QRF unit, Police riot unit, in addition to transport and recovery for the firemen.

We then hear screams from the other side of the street.

The sarn't and I peered round the corner of our PV to find a think black smoke obscuring us and the crowd next the the fire engine.

We jogged out to investigate, detritus still being hurled at us, we pulled down our riot visors. We were expecting the Engine to be on fire but this wasn't the case, it was two of the buildings opposite the street from the ambush.

God knows what could have started it, Bullets from the ambush, Molotovs, fireworks or maybe just plain old luck. Either way there was a genuine fire. Now. The lead firefighter ran out and looked at the houses on fire.
"fuck"
"What do you mean Fuck?! get to it!"
"Have you seen the engine?"

It had been hit pretty badly, water was spilling from its tanks.

"The Pump 'as gone, it won't work without the genny, not like we 'ave any wa'er anyway"
"Bollocks." said the sarn't
We stared into the fire, fixated by the flames.

The screams started again. I looked at the sarn't. he had a look of helplessness and despair, which turned to determination

He sprinted back to the PV. I followed. He looked to Forkie. "Forkie, get on crowd control start hitting them with donkers keep them away from the fire.

>>34880786
We are listening.

>>34880786
>>34880627
>>34880363
>>34880028
>>34879837
>>34879837
>>34879837
Forkie started pulling a riot shield from the PV.

The Sarn't snatched it away from him giving it to a firefighter. Forkie looked at him quizzically. We had no idea what he had planned.

"Fucking idea" the lead firefighter stated, "heat shield".

He started to distribute them among his firefighters, the sarn't grabbed some gas masks too. Realistically these wouldn't protect us against asphyxiation probably make it worse but would protect us from all sorts of nasty chemicals. A lot of those old first generation council houses had asbestos items and lead paint.

"Gill You stay outside we'll need you in a minute" Gill was our brick medic, oldest member of our platoon at 45, solid as a rock and always a story to tell, he was the guy we would all confide in at the end of the day.

The screaming was really bad at this point, it was excruciating to listen to.

"I'll get my kit ready"

I grabbed the PVs fire extinguisher

"Who's taking Point?"

A firefighter snatched it from me.

Someone hande our door ram to gav, our Strong, tall, silent all business type.

We moved outside the house which must have had flames double the height of the house coming from the roof.

"Ditch our ammo" the sarn't Said, "Don't want cook off"

Gav stood outside the door his body shielded by a firefighter with a riot shield, i stood the right of the door behind another shield.

Gav Screamed "Stand back from the door!" He rammed the door open.

Flame rushed out, it roared like a lion, it partially encapsulated us for just a second, i recoiled from the heat, "I" stood my ground but my body wanted to run.

The two firefighters sprinted in.

>>34880939
why wouldn't you all just let it burn at that point? Why did you help the micks if they were just going to continue to throw shit at you and set up ambushes?

>>34880939
I rushed in after them but was taken back by the heat after about 10 feet, i fell to the floor, Gav ran over me towards the screams.

I couldn't hear, see, or smell a thing.

We aimlessly wandered round catching glimpses of what had been a home.

I tripped over something and again fell on the floor.

"I got two" Someone screamed, Gav appeared in the doorway above me with a child in each hand. We made eye contact, its strange how in certain circumstances you can convey ideas just by a look. In No words i said I'll be fine to which i said i'll be fine. His final words were good luck, he ran over me towards the door.

Two firefighters came down the stairs with someone I could hear their muffled shouting from them two words me i got off my feet and stood next to the sarn't

they handled us a bundle of someone and we carried whoever it was, they couldn't have weighed no more than 8 stone.

We ran outside into the light, various detrius was still being thrown, they had began chanting again, i could hear the donker going off. One of the boys shouting "STAND THE FUCK BACK! I WILL FUCKING SHOOT YOU YOU STUPID CUNT! I WILL FUCKING ENJOY IT!"

Gill Appeared out of shadow and grabbed the bundle from us. I couldn't see much.

I collapsed to the ground gasping for air so much that i wrenched to get it out of me. I thick dark grey, saliva like sludge slid out.

Two firefighters ran out with someone else, I stumbled to my feet. We had another house to do.

We stumbled around aimlessly, the screaming was coming from this house.

I heard a crumbling sound, i looked up the house had began to collapse in on itself.

Gav Ran towards the flame his normal calm was broken. Gill Grabbed him by the webbing, snatching him back. "Its useless gav let it go!"

Sirens wailed.

>>34880997
Trying to turn the tide against public opinion? Also it could spread and burn down half the town

I'm going to take an hours break i'm getting a little emotional.

>>34880997
They weren't all bad people, i had two or three girlfriends who were catholic and northern irish.

>>34881137
No we were always friendly, we had a job to do and we tried to do it as best we can.

>>34881159
I get it man. I've had to make nice with people who hated me because of the job. Take all the time you need man.

>>34881119
It wasn't the QRF or another fire engine.

It was a squirt (patrol vehicle with water cannon), another brick on QRF and two ambulances.

One last scream was let out from the second building, this one especially intense, then there was nothing but the crackle and roar of flame.

Rather than use the quirt on the crowd they used it on the building, the crowd was now amongst us anyway.

The sarn't was trying to keep us together so we wouldn't get dragged off.

The kids were OK and getting oxygen they'd make a recovery, the person that me and sarn't was handed was an 80 year old woman, she wasn't going to make it but gav stood there comforting her to the very end.

The final casualty was the mother of the two children, she was yet to be stabilised by two paramedics and gill, she was in bad shape.

The father returned home, turns out he was one of the rioters, he kept creaming at us about how it was our fault Gav nearly killed the cunt explaining they could have been saved if the retards hadn't stopped, looted, then fired on a fucking fire engine.

At this point i just wanted to RTB, but our relief was having trouble getting to us, it was getting dark, and i felt exhausted. It arrived an hour after we made the call but bought a dedicated fire engine, we were ordered to Escort the two ambulances to Musgrave Park Hospital which had a specialist paediatric and the military Duke of Connaught medical Unit

We crammed as many of the firefighters as we could in the three PVs and two ambulances we had to get someone from another brick to drive our PV though as most of us couldn't see for shit.

I rode shotgun we must have drove pedal to the metal all the way there.

>>34881679
I can't imagine what working in those conditions would be like. Not being able to tell the enemy out of a crowd is one thing, but the crowds turning back and forth so quickly...

>>34881679
We got seen to, got given some oxygen, eyewash and gel for our eyes and sent on our way.

One of the Firemen ended up with burnt rubber on his face

We got to the PB we had a shit, a shave, a shower and a change of clothes later and all i could smell and taste was smoke.

We put all our equipment on the table, our uniforms were black, our riot shields deformed, black and melted. Same goes for our Riot visors. Upon further inspection of the brass and translation of the markings it was found that every round fired by the MG team was tracer ammo.

Every time i sneezed i sneezed black mucus.

They told us the mother lived.

None of us got any sleep that night though, how fucking stupid do you have to be?

We got two days cooldown on-base excused duty. None of us spoke to eachother.

At the end of two days our Lieutenant summoned us, we were heading back to the hospital to be attached to a Captain in MI.

When we got there said captain told us we were taking a prisoner to Maze prison.

Turns out either me or O'leary nailed one of the fuckers twice. The round got infected and they ditched him at the hospital shortly after. We were his escort.

Usually the road to maze was a prig infested pain in the arrse, but we going to enjoy this one.

The captain was a bit of an odd one, DPM smock, jeans and surprisingly an armalite.

Anyway we got the job done, but when we got there the captain requested we stay.

Quote, "I want you to sit in on the preliminary interrogation, Just stand there look tough and don't say anything."

We stood in a semi circle around him, the captain told him we were the ones he shot at, that he killed three civilians by his actions and told him he had the choice of either telling us who Man 2 & 3 were and them getting killed by us, or he was going to get killed by us.

Not sure if he was lying or if he was serious, quite a few people did die in maze rather inexplicably.

He took one look at us and cried like a baby, he could only give us man 3 as man 2 was from a different cell.

We got the rodeo and the captain came with.

On the drive to arrest, him and the sarn't had a talk.

"You ever wound one of them and they're unarmed or lost their weapon you have on of two methods, you either look around and check for witnessed and put another hole in him, but if there are witnesses what you do is take a knee, pretend to treat him, but you put your knee on his windpipe."
Sarn't then gave his method, "Personally sir, i prefer the dirt method."
"Whats that?"
"Well sir you take a great big clump of dirt and put it into his wound, give him an infection which he can die of, or tetanus and live in pain for the rest of his life".
"thats a new one."
Makes you wonder how the sarn't knew that, mind you he was a falklands war veteran like my father and served in northern ireland since the beginning.

You see the problem is an IRA fighter throws his gun over a wall and suddenly he's a civilian, hence the reason the loyalist appear to kill so many"civilians", they follow them home, build a case and execute them.

Anyway we did the snatch and grab, got man 3, but he didn't squawk.

>>34882086
NI sucked 90% of the time

2 year deployments, hostile populace in republican areas, being afraid to go to the pub for fear of it being bombed. Afraid to pick up women for fear of honey traps, shite weather even by UK standards, and crazy injury attrition.

Mind you sometimes when you were in loyalist areas it was great, people would come out with tea and biscuits, women were all over you and generally lauded as heroes.

Loyalists weren't so bad they only ever attacked us when we had IRA prisoners they wanted dead.

>>34880786
donkers?

>>34882472
thank you for sharing, this reminds me of a story of someone i know who was deployed to the Yugoslavian conflict. They got called out to a fire to try and help but there was nothing they could do, upon inspection found a family nailed to the table.

>>34882866
Any break barrel launcher, might have something to do with "thumper" or "blooper" in american service personally donker makes more sense as you donl rubber bullets off the floor and into the crows

>>34882961
>inspection found a family nailed to the table.
Fuck that shit.

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>>34882961
thanks for reminding me of the fact that for a brief period of time during my lifetime the Middle East *wasn't* the most fucked-up region on Earth

>>34883313
To be fair, the Middle East was plenty fucked up back then too. It was just a different kind of fucked up. Instead of ISIS going around beheading people, it was Sadam's goons disappearing whoever they couldn't gas.

>>34883595
*Saddam
My phone is retarded sometimes.

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>mfw now remembering all those forgotten, bloody conflicts now overshadowed by modern events

>>34883595
I know Middle East didn't stop being fucked up in '90s, it's just that the dissolution of certain federal republic which shall remain unnamed managed to be even more fucked up.

well, it's nice to no i havent met any actual problems in life

>>34883700
I'll give you that. The Balkans getting Balkanized definitely led to some monumentally fucked up shit. And it's weird how under-represented it is. I remember not even knowing a war happened there until I was like 18 and I saw Behind Enemy Lines for the first time.

>>34883652
I remember the feeling when I first saw 9/11 covered in a history textbook, back when I was in 8th grade the most recent conflict in the texbook was the first intifada...

>>34883737
my first encounter with the Balkan wars was my limited exposure to the events of 1999 & I learned about the previous chapters in that fucked up story bit by bit over the years.

>>34883795
>Balkan wars
*dissolution wars, almost forgot the 1912 and 1913 wars known as 1st and 2nd Balkan wars...

>>34884788
Ah, just posted that last thread....

>post opinions in unpopular opinion thread
>Only objection is someone disagrees about straight pull rifles.
Oh well, apparently everyone here agrees with me that AUG is objectively the RIGHT bullpup with an ACOG and an IR laser, maybe a suppressor.
Straightpulls still make me grateful though.

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Sorry I didn't get a chance to reply to people before the last thread archived, got busy with some other stuff.

Thanks to everyone who read the update and continues to put up with my sporadic release schedule.

>>34885732
hey, long as you're releasing you help keep the thread alive. You know, I was saving this one for something story related, but... you make quality work, have a soothing Russian Afghan war song.
https://youtu.be/5IUGCIlmaJE

>>34875774
Update when

>>34885732
I n-need my-y-y fix m-man. I-I got like, l-like beeeessssss i-in my t-teeth d-d-dude

>>34885732
Thanks for the updates!

>>34885732
Ate those things horns, bits of hair or ears?

Chapter 10: A Hard Stop And The New Road.
>Several hours having passed since we'd left the island, I found myself in the darkened cab of a truck heading north east from the land of mexico toward a border crossing on the as of yet unpatrolled US border. Silence, long since hanging in the air like a body bag as I stared into the desert, spellbound by what little landscape I could view of a strange place I'd never seen before and one which, hopefully, I'd never see again. At least not without having a say in the matter beforehand...
>The terrain passed by at quite a rapid pace, the desert and its vegetation standing on its own as a mesmerizing influence as it passed by.
>A feminine voice, by now becoming familiar, rose from the infinite darkness, catching me off guard and tearing me from one world of my own to the one in which I shared a reality universe and... even a little world with others.
>"mgmmg, mhmhmhm.mgmhmh -live back there?"
"H-huh?"
>"Are you alright? You haven't made a sound in hours."
"Yeah, I'm okay. Just caught in my own little world a bit."
>Michael glanced from the drivers seat before muttering "Эй, Экaтapинa, cпpocи eгo, кaкoй этo дeнь." To which the woman, whose name I was almost certain was among the blur of syllables, visibly responded before she turned back to me and began to speak.
>"What day is it?"
"May 26, 2024." I answered, to which her eyes, open and alert, went wide, exposing the full circular form of her irises before she speaks to Michael.
>"Этo дaлeкo нe тaк, чтo пpoиcхoдит?" She conveys to Michael at the wheel before he starts to lean forward in thought, Probably furrowing his brow to such a degree that it could be felt with no line of sight to his face.
>"Экaтapинa, oни пpoмывaли мoзги в coвeтcкoм coюзe. Bы знaкoмы c мeтoдoлoгиeй?" He asked, somehow the tone of a question leaking through... somehow...

>>34888117
>"Дa, y нac были мeтoды, ocнoвaнныe нa coблaзнeнии, кoтopыe имeли выcoкиe пoкaзaтeли ycпeхa и тpeбoвaли вceгo нecкoлькo чacoв oдин нa oдин, иcпoльзyя гипнoз и paзличныe лeкapcтвa, чтoбы ввecти oчeнь yбeдитeльнoe пpeдлoжeниe. Bы пpинимaeтe coциaльнoгo дeвиaнтa, изгoя, избытoчнoгo вeca oбщecтвa и пpeвpaщaeтe eгo в фaнaтикa, кoтopый вepит в тo, чтo oн дeлaeт пo вoлe пpoвoдникa, тaк жe глyбoкo, кaк и cвoe coбcтвeннoe дoлгoe yбeждeниe." She answered. Somehow the speech, only a moment earlier being a total blur of meaningless syllables not taking on meaning, but starting to become more clearly defined as Michael began to speak.
>"A, хopoшo. Гoвopят, кaк pyccкyю винтoвкy. Hy, в Aмepикe бoльшe иcкyccтвa нaпpaвлeнo нa peзyльтaт мeтoдoв «пpoмывaния мoзгoв», нo нaши paзвeдывaтeльныe cлyжбы иcпoльзyют мeтoды, ocнoвaнныe нa тpaвмe, кoтopыe пpивoдят к нeвpoтичecкoмy cyбъeктy c мнoжecтвeнным paccтpoйcтвoм личнocти, oдин из кoтopых любит oбpaбoтчик и в выcшeй cтeпeни пocлyшным...-that's the theory behind it anyway."
"That's the theory of what?" I asked, both of them obviously going beyond wide eyed.
>"Ahhh... More than once. Jason, you've been brainwashed more than once." Michael answers in a reversion back to English.
"WHAT?!"
>"The loss of time is a pretty sure sign of it. What do you remember?"
"Wait, loss of time? What day is it? WHAT YEAR!?" I ask, alarm slipping into my mind at the prospect that the present was disconnected from the past, and that I might not be in the same YEAR that I last remembered.
>"ANSWER. The question, Jason. What do you remember. We're talking life story."

>>34888122
"Well... I was born in Bakersfield California. I spent my time growing up being bullied when I was little, then I attacked this fucker and the bullying stopped when I was in ninth grade... I graduated Highschool, went on to college for an education in skills based labor, gaining a pipe fitting certification, then the day I got that certification the nuclear war between California and... California occurred. I lived for a month or so in the fallout, I met this girl who I hardly spoke to for a long while, traveled with some friends, then they all fell ill. She died, I went to sleep and well... Next thing I know I walk out of an air conditioned building with sterile white corridors like a laboratory onto an airfield in the middle of the desert. I got on a plane and got off on another airfield in the desert with some notion that I had to turn some desert people against some more desert people."
>"... hmmm. When was that?"
"It was twenty eighteen."
>"And what's happened since then?"
"Well, I got back onto a plane and got off in Florida, I made a certain financial arrangement that allowed me to live without seeking professional employ, and make projects when I saw fit. Well, the day I made that arrangement, which I... won't go into, I came home, opening the front door to see a woman with white hair, a pair of fluffy white ears like that of a dog such as a Samoyed, and a fluffy white tail flicking behind her, a pair of red eyes with a soft expression on her face. She shouted 'Dobro pozhalovat' domoy, moya lyubov'!' before running up to me, giving me a hug and a kiss, laughing at my confusion because I didn't speak a word of Russian. Then I started finding I had all these constructive abilities, skills I never remembered picking up, like long range shooting and fabricating guns. Eventually we'd lived together for six years, then it happened... Ma'am, are you okay?"
>"What?"
"You're crying."

>>34888126
>"No, I'm fine! it's just a touching story. Keep going, take us to the present."
"If you say so. Well, some kids from the neighborhood got murdered by a south american gang. So I decided it would be a public service to radicalize them, which went great for about two weeks before a big hit scared most of the gangs off the street, and a cartel seemingly moved in. Did you hear about the house with about eighty liquified people in it? That was us. Well, we struck a warehouse going after the woman you two killed on the island, I get to an internal structure at the top of a warehouse and... next thing I knew I was staring you down with her throat in my hands. So, now that we're at the present... when is the present?"
>"August 4, 2024."
"Well, fuck."
>"Hey, Jason, would you mind if we took you all the way to Everettville instead of dropping you off in Dallas?"
"Why, that's very kind of you, I'd be much obliged."

Meanwhile. Just off the island.
>Frank Keegan sits aboard a stolen motorboat a few thousand yards from the small island identified by the men in the prison as belonging to Victoia, the HVT of approximately two months prior, whose escape or death had gone unverified. If she was still alive, more importantly if Jason was still alive, he'd almost certainly have to be here. He watched patiently as the sun went down, Marina giving the signal to drop the night vision goggles over the eyes. As the sound of twenty dull clicks from the mounts proceeded to clatter through the evening breeze, he couldn't help but wonder if Marina's ears ached under her helmet.
>Before too long, the boat had been quietly rowed to shore and all had jumped our, advancing up the beach slowly and silently toward a darkened and quiet house.

>>34888129
>If what he'd taken away from the interrogations had been any indicator, Marina would likely be seething with rage at what a programmed Jason and a sweaty Victoria might be doing in that house. Not that he personally disapproved, though the man he'd come to know Jason as, valuing loyalty intensely, might disapprove if her were aware, probably to the point of homicidal rage. What he could not gauge however, was what Marina's inclination toward catching Jason, even brainwashed in such a state of affairs might be.
>The advance continued until they were ten yards from the house and began flanking around, finding any other entrances that might exist and be used, if only to occupy them and prevent an escaping occupant, who might certainly know a million little things about the island and routes of egress which or even the Marina did not.
>The three entrances to the house were stacked with armed people in their night vision goggles with short rifles in a matter of seconds before the word came from Marina.
"BREACH!"
>A storm of boots clattering against the wood flooring of the house ensues as shouts from spot to spot, no more than every five to seven feet someone might move a shout of was heard, and in a small space of time, the house was cleared, finding casings on the floor of the house, for the distinctive nine by eighteen millimeter caliber, no less. Looking this over, Frank saw a woman with a pale brown complexion heaped on the floor in a puddle of dark and congealed blood.
>Marina looked this body over before looking to Frank to ask the question that he'd been dreading, feeling his stomach turn and sensing Marina's heart drop at his three quarters of a second hesitation.
"Is Jason here?"

https://youtu.be/BjjXL_S4Ovw

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That's it for today, tell me what you think. Criticism welcome.

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>>34870644
That's a nice, happy ending.

>>34871342
Wait... I think I've missed a lot. They've rescued the Geists, got a new Doll, convinced a sheriff that their cause was good, and now Annie's almost dead? And raifus lewding raifus for profit?

>>34872721
Whoo! New update and new surprises! Good stuff. How much blood is Selene taking from Anon? I can do regular donations and still be fine right afterwords.

>>34876099
Good news report. Real enlightenating.

>>34882472
Jesus. That's pretty heavy. Thank you for telling us this. It's good to remember that in all conflicts most of those involved are just regular people.

>>34888132
Poor guy. A mental Rip van Winkle. At least brainwashed him sounded like he had fun. Good update, but holy Cyrillic Wall. That's a lot of Russian. Between this and the show I'm watching, I might have to learn the language. Still, good update.

>>34888620
Yeah, you've missed a bit. Annie is sick

stuff's coming in spurts, bits and pieces

>>34890237
This pleases me.

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My 10/22 tasted my blood yesterday and I promptly locked it in the safe. How should I handle this?

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>>34890960
>locked his raifu in the safe
should probably have asked *before* doing that

>>34885732
It's all good, your updates are the worth the wait. Take the (you), ya earned it

>>34890237
you go first then, i'll go after

>>34890960
By blood, do you mean semen? If so, I think you might technically be a paedophile.

>>34885991
C-check the last thread d-duuuude.

>>34886605
>>34891592
>>34885870
Thanks famalams.

>>34887957
Hair. You should watch the show/read the manga if you like cute things.

>>34890960
As the resident Vampirwaffen expert, you should take it out of the safe and apologize. Give it a good cleaning and then don't return it to the safe.

She was just hungry, and you had not fed her in quite some time obviously. You have since rectified that, and now shouldn't have to worry about any other issues.

I had the most vivid dream a few years ago, still remember all the details from it. It's not really /k/ I suppose but some here might find it nice. Should I post?

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>>34893424
yes

>>34893725

First time writing something really, so it's not going to be the greatest thing of all. I had this dream a long time ago really, I was always surprised by it's vividity.
Do mind the typos, I'm on my cellphone.

(1/2)
She went into an alley, looking to hide herself from the pursuiters, and backed herself to a wall Exhausted from fleeing, she slid down until she sat on the ground, making a thud as she slipped a bit. She slowly calmed herself and managed to catch her breath as she examined her surroundings. One one end of the alley was a fence, scaleable in a pinch and on the other was the street. Feeling her tension drop now that she's safe, she took her jacket and tucked it behind her head, so the wall on which she rested doesn't hurt. She knew they will come searching down the street, but this spot was as good as she could get, knowing that every other hiding spot has a dead end, meaning that when she was found she was good as dead. Knowing that, she made herself as comfortable as she can as she will need every bit of energy she can muster. She slowly felt her fatigue take over and drifted off to sleep.

She woke up hearing some noise. It was a searching party, now helped by an armoured car. What she didn't know was how close they were. She quickly stood up, tense and ready to dash as she saw two men down on the street, one a officer and the other a regular. They noticed her. The regular braced his rifle against his shoulder as the officer signalled the car to come. Instinct took over. She ran, again.

>>34894248
(whoops, 2/3)
A shot cracked.
The bullet whizzed by her and hit a wall, spraying small bits of concrete everywhere at her. She kept running and came up to the fence, hastily climbing up as the man worked the bolt and prepared for the next shot. Another shot cracked. It grazed her thigh, opening up another wound on her. The gutsy girl gritted her teeth and leapt down the fence, running being more important than the pain she felt. The office brought the car up by now. She heard it come and looked behind. It was aiming at her. There was just a few meters of the alley left before a turn. It fired. The deafening wallop of the cannon thundered trough the air. The shockwave disoriented everyone.
But the shot was a miss.
Trough sheer luck she was able to survive this too.
But the shot had to go somewhere. It hit the wall at the end of the alley, sending chunks of concrete back towards her, hitting her all over her body. That did not stop her sprint. She turned sharp right into the backalley, safe from the big gun, but not from the men. She knew they will come for her so she had to hide. But the long and unknown backalley had no nook to hide inside. There was only a ladder which she could climb to get to the roof, but she knew she couldn't climb fast enough to escape the men searching for her.
She saw a trash can. A small one. Nothing special. So she hid behind it, hoping the idea was stupid enough the two men wouldn't think about it. No matter how stupid it is however, it was the only thing possible to do.
And so they came. Slowly they walked down the alley, creeping to her.
The regular passed by her. So did the officer.

>>34894261
>>34894248

She took the moment and grabbed the officer by his shins, pulling him and making him fall face first. It took the regular a moment to register what happened and as he turned towards her she already managed to grab a hold of the pistol the officer had in the holster. He barely managed to turn before a shot echoed.
She shot.
At this range it was hard to miss.
The bullet went into the man's throat.
The shock made him drop his rifle and stagger. He dropped on his knees, holding his neck, trying to hold the blood rushing out. He soon found himself on his back, struggling to live, now choking on the blood coming up to his mouth. It took her a moment to realise what she did. She looked at the man. His eyes showed terror. He was afraid of death as much as she was. Her stomach turned, but she suppresed it as she had to save herself.

Escaping death she hid into one of many now abandoned buildings. She leaned against a wall and threw up.
She just killed a man.
"He was the enemy, I had to. He would have done the same to me, I had to. I must survive, I had to."
She focused on her mission, hoping that would calm her. Pain went trough her thigh as adrenaline let go. She made a few steps and sat by a wall, tending her wound. It gave her time to recollect and calm down.

Who here was written the best "what if" scenarios here? I prefer cold war era what if reading but read whatever you guys have.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CR-yQcbv9s

>>34894482
check the sticky, zap and red flame lily had written "what if the cold war went hot?"

what inspired you to write and what keeps you writing today?

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>>34894542
To be fair, mine is still in it's infancy. I'll probably be writing more tonight when I get off work though.

>>34894708
My parents made it a point to get me interested in reading at an early age, I'm sure that had something to do with it. As for what keeps me writing? I dunno, sometimes I just have some time on my hands and write to stave off the boredom. Plus I think it'd be neat to get something published someday, but that'd be years away at best.

>>34892615
H-hey t-t-teddybrosssivelt-t could you like do m-me a s-sssolid and get ssssome m-moar m-maaan

>>34892615
What show is that?

>>34879837

BURMA OLDFAG!

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At least on person is calling this the God of War loadout

>KD-63 medium range air-to-ground missile × 4
>KD-20 cruise missile × 2

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Would you a drunk Anna?

>>34897818
I would never use a rifle drunk.

>>34897818
Give an IV while watching shitty movies to combat the ensuing hangover? Yes.

Also, wait for Anon to pick her up, Anna's not mine and I have no idea how she got here.

>>34897818
No, just take her in me lap and rock her to sleep. Just wouldn't feel right.

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>>34898180
>>34898392
>>34898427
>tfw my disappointment cannot be measured by human standards.

Sad!

>>34898446
If she wants to go to the range with a bayonet and a trench whistle, then get all muddy doing the kind of shit she hasn't seen since the 40s, she can make that choice sober.

>>34898446
/k/>/e/ confirmed

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>>34898446
>>34898534
basically this. If violence calls randomly and it's a shooting situation where drunk sober or fucking has no say in need to shoot back, then you use what's at hand, but otherwise that's a choice to be made sober.

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>>34898446
why is it sad? because they don't want to cuck another man by lewding his raifu?

>>34898446
>Getting touchy with a Geist that was very close to bayonetting another one because when was protective of owner/Geist relationship

Now that sounds like a great idea. But no thanks, I've been cut open enough

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>>34882472
What reg mate? QRL here. Story reminds me of my time in kuwait and invasion into Iraq in '03 because of which was never deployed on banner

Ok so in '03 i was A Tank gunner in the queens royal lancers, our motto - Death or Glory. Back then we were a genuine armoured regiment with Challenger 2s, We were designated as the "Heavy" part of the battlegroup so it was our task to take on enemy Tanks. Our composite squadron of 14 CR2s was attached to the Royal fusiliers battlegroups who had another 50 or so Warrior IFVs and support vehicles. As the CO put it "We're the Shepard and the dog"

Our composite squadron was half Our B squadron and half of C squadron, because the rest of the regiment was moving from osnabruck to catterick.

We had either too much equipment or not enough.

For example we only had 2 CBRN suits per tank, one for driver and one for turret, we were expected to rely on the Tanks internal NBC otherwise.
We had three additional Mk6 helmets with riot visors for dismounted use, 3 browning hi powers and 6 mags for each. On the other hand we had only 8 rounds per tank of the newest L27s, we had a reserve supply of an additional 26 per tank, but once we exhausted that supply it would take months to replenish and we had no idea how long we'd be in country. For some stupid reason we had double that for L17s - the charge used to propel the L27. So for the most part we were using the standard issue L26 and even some old L23. HESH was good and plenty.

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>>34898446

>>34899393
We were the crew of DS-XX-AA Callsign November X

> Items redacted to X due to PERSEC and OPSEC clearance.

Unofficially our tank was known to the others in the squadron as the party tank due to the large volumes of music normally blaring from our tank.

To us she was home, but we called her cromwell. An homage to the WW2 tank of the same name and Parliamentarian Oliver Cromwell of civil war era fame, who was from our regiments traditional Recruitment area. Kind of befitting for a CR2, Ugly and mean, but ultimately right.

We were a pretty tight knit crew, we'd just returned from the balkans the year previous.

Our Tank commander was Sgt. "Ace" Henderson, he'd served here in the previous war striking up 7 Tank Kills. He'd been in the army 22 Years at that point, and been in the regiment since its amalgamation back in '93. He was wan't talkative much, he'd prefer to watch and listen. He was pretty loose with us, but he expected top performance when we were in field. We used to joke that he was in the army back when centurion was a rank and not a tank.

Our operator (loader for every other nation) Was Cpl. "Cock" Dixon - our 2-IC. The Son of a chicken farmer back home and a play on his name. He was in the army 12 years at that point. He had recently been promoted to commander of another tank, but he took a demotion so he could get deployed with us. Very much an every-man,

Lastly our driver, "Arse mouth" Ash. He just wouldn't shut up, Every damn thing that came out of his mouth was bullshit. With exception to one thing - he was the best driver in the army, he probably was. Thank fuck he wasn't with us in the turret - he would have driven us fucking mad. He was a lanky twat, 6'8 - probably too tall for a tanker luckily the drivers seat was adjustable.

The L22 Carbine wasnt issued until 2006, so we were using regular infantry weapons. I had an '80 with a UGL, Ace had a minimi, Dix had an LSW, and Ash just had a bare bones '80.

>>34898446
I feel like that song about jarv getting cucked by a panda is relevant

>>34899554
I'm liking this set up.

>>34899554
A couple of days before the invasion - the 18th i think. We started noticing the build up as getting very serious now.

We were pulling 6x4 shifts - so 6 shifts of four hours a day, so no more than 4 hours sleep a day. It was pretty mixed up, divided between sleep, maintenance, personal admin, training and exercises

This one night we were sent for a double shift of border patrol and observation, it took 45 mins to drive out into the middle of nowhere. Maybe 45 minutes into the static observation phase, i was at the gun controls using the TOGS to get a view of absolutely nothing, as per usual, Ace was using the COGS, Dix was half out of his hatch, and ash was being ash, he was rambling on about these two new and upcoming model - who would later turn out to be Michelle Marsh and Lucy Pinder.

Ace was just brushing him off with an "Ahah" every time he topped to breathe.

Comms spurted to life with the familiar sound of Sunray - radio code for commander.

This was somewhat unusual as we usually conducted radio silence
"Ironside Cromwell, Ironside cromwell Come in, this is Ironside Sunray, break radio silence, over"
"The Fuck does he want?" Dix asked.
"No fucking clue."
"Ironside Sunray this is Ironside cromwell send traffic over"
"Send Situation report please over"
"All clear no sign of iraqi activity over"
"Return to base sergeant, Sunray out."
Dix called out "we've got three movers 8 O'Clock"
Ace moved his COGS to view them and i did the same, rotating the turret.
I Called out "3 vehicles, Land rovers, friendly"
Usually vehicles would travel slowly to avoid kicking up dust that could be seen for miles but these three seemed to be going as fast as they could, they too were RTB.
"The fuck are they recalling us we're not even halfway through patrol?" Dix questioned
"No idea, but we got a job to do. Ash move it."

We rolled down the dirt track and every unit we came across seemed to be RTB too.

A bump. And I'll try update tonight

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Should I update now? I've got a little something to give. Or should I wait until the tanker is finished?

>>34902187
>Or should I wait until the tanker is finished?
Are people actually reading?

Sorry first time in thread.

>>34902293
Oh yes, we read. Sorry for not giving (you)s but in my case it's because I don't feel like I'd be able to give anything constructive on what you're posting.

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I suppose I'll take silence as a cue to just make a tiny dump.
>casefile 8 continues

>>34902403

Some time later…

After the pair had cleaned up, Dave went and made dinner in an attempt to smooth things over, to little avail. Chris remained in her sour mood well into the evening, even after Dave managed to coax her into letting him cuddle her on the couch.

“Come on, are you gonna stay pissed off all night?”

“Yes.”

“I already apologized.”

“Hmph.”

“Maybe I can help your mood in another way, then,” he said with a shrug and a smirk. He started kissing her neck and collarbone, but she pushed his face away.

“I already said no. Not tonight.”

“Awww, come on!”

“Are you going to make me repeat myself?”

Dave sighed heavily, and would have kept on trying to circumvent her decision, had his phone not started beeping. He picked it out of his pocket and swiped the screen, finding a new text from an unknown sender.

“Huh… weird…”

“Who is it?”

>>34902417

“I dunno.” He opened the message. “It's like… a string of maybe 20 or so alphanumerics… they seem random. And right after is a hyphen and an ‘M.’”

Chris perked up, all of her annoyance seeming to evaporate in an instant. “Think it's ‘M’ as in you-know-who? Is it them? Are we finally getting a job?”

“Maybe. Where's that satellite phone? The one they gave us after we signed all the contracts?”

Chris got up and disappeared into the bedroom for a few moments before returning with a blocky yellow-black thing that could have been mistaken for a brick with an antenna. She handed it off to Dave, and he punched in the number string, then put the satphone to his ear.

He instantly regretted it. A hellish electronic screeching came through the receiver, like a distorted dial-up tone. It caused Dave to recoil and wince. When it finished, he tentatively put his ear to it once more. “Hello?”

“Hello, contractor,” replied a garbled voice on the other end. “Thank you for calling promptly.”

“Uh, of course… I assume you're a part of the organization?”

“Need you really ask?”

“I meant more of in the sense of should I call you anything specific, or-”

“That is irrelevant. But if you must call me something, refer to me as Switchboard. I have orders to pass on to you, and time is of the essence. I would advise obtaining a writing implement before I continue.”

>>34902422

“Uh, gotcha.” He motioned to Chris. “Pen, paper, we have some?” She nodded and scrounged up a pencil and a scrap of paper for him. “Okay, we're good.”

“You are instructed to rendezvous with two of our operators, callsigns Papa Bear and Compy. They have requested backup on their current operation, and you two are being sent in as your first official assignment. You have 36 hours to make your way to the rendezvous point, coordinates are as follows…”

Dave wrote them down and handed the paper to Chris. A quick check with a GPS unit saw the coordinates planted somewhere a bit outside of Denver, Colorado.

“Okay, we'll be there. Anything else you can give us?”

“You will be fully briefed on-site by Papa Bear. He is leading this operation, so follow his orders.”

“Understood.”

“Good luck.” The line clicked and went dead.

Dave set the phone down and looked over at Chris. Or, he would have been looking over at Chris had she not already leapt off the couch to begin gathering guns and equipment and tossing them into duffel bags. He knew she’d been getting more than a bit stir-crazy without something deadly to hunt. Seemed to be she didn’t even care for the details, and just wanted any excuse to get back into the fray. Chuckling to himself, he got up to help her.

>end for now
>more later
>as I said, tiny dump
>getting things out of the way

>>34902302
May as well continue then, this thread hasn't been the normal buzz of activity it usually has.

>>34901246
Pulling into base, it was awash with activity. We were probbly going to have the 9th or tenth "Invasion" by pulling up onto soe shit arse motorway get into lying up positions and sit there for a day straight getting haemorrhoids again.

For the n'th time we packed our gear, that took a solid day, by now everyone had given up on this is the invasion to us this was another drill.

We left camp on the 18th of March under the cover of dark, in total silence we made our way to the lying up point... again.

Dawn came and something was visibly different, me and dix switched places so he could get a nap, me and Ace were unbuttoned with binos and observing the airspace, there were helicopters buzzing backward and forward, left and right. Formations of F15s, 16s, 18s, A10s, Harriers, Tornado's, tankers and transport of every type. No civilian jets though, absolutely none.

Ash was Blabbering of to some fusaliers about how was on £50k a year - double what the infantry earn.
"Say sergeant is that true?"
"Uh Huh" Ace was doing that thing again where he pretends to be listening by nodding his head.
"Wow really? You guys are lucky!"
"Sure are" ash went on blabbering
"What was that corporal?" Ace finally decided it may have been worth listening to since someone else was talking to him.
"Do tankers really make 50 bags sargent?"
"Oh hell no, i'm not even on 40, and i've been in 20 years"
The infantry started to scowl at ash

The hours went by but this time we weren't stood down, Infantry had began to unpack behind us. lie out on the side of the road asleep.

Dix was still asleep, and ash too, only time he would shut up, and even then he mumbled.

The tank in front of us Chimera was on point, the infantry were prank calling them through the infantry phone between the two auxiliary fuel tanks.

>>34902597

Ace was looking at the location of other units through our IMS, it was pretty clear this could be it, Units were still arriving.

We were listening to BBC world service, when we first got news, US special forced had hit iraqi air defence sites INSIDE the border. that a line of B52 bombers had taken from an RAF base, That air raid sirens were in effect in kuwait city

Then we heard That the royal marines had conducted an amphibious attack in al-faw.

Me and ace looked at each other in amazement, was this the real thing.

The Radio blurted out "This is RRF Sunray: Attention attention, stand by for priority broadcast."

I turned down our personal radio so we could hear more clearly, "End it, End it, operation TELIC is go".

Ace's face turned to determination he turned to dix "Dix"

Dixs face was firmly against the bridge of my eyepiece, snoring away like a buzzsaw.

"Dix you stupid cunt wake up its the invasion! we're going you tosser!" nope he was still asleep, Ace had to shake him. Dix slowly looked towards us "What i miss?"
"The fucking invasion you idiot!".
Dix and i clumsily witched seats.
"Forward" Ace said, but Ash wasn't listening
"ASH YOU AWAKE YOU CUNT?"
Chimera was now pulling away towards to border line.
The tank behind us, Commonwealth nearly drove into us, and honked its horn.

This woke ash up "Huh?".
"Are we all fucking awake now? Can we please get on with this invasion?"
"Ayy?" ash said in confusion
"Advance you cum guzzling thundercunt"
We pulled off to catch up with Chimera.

Ace put the radio on and proposed a deal with the other two tanks on point.
"You guys want to go in line? we can enter iraq together?"

Prescott the commander of chimera was a little stubborn to the idea, but he submitted.

Chimera, Cromwell and Commonwealth advanced towards iraq together, we could hear some of the warrior crews complain.

There was a serious amount of ordnance being dropped into the border just ahead of us.

>>34902801
Artillery arced, Missiles and jets left glowing trails.

"CONTACT FRONT! UNKNOWN DISTANCE!"
Dix knew he should load "WHADAYU WANT?"
"erm.. load HESH please mate" he said in a strange calm
A shirt random piece of tracer fire flew towards us, i saw i draw closer, and it flew just over the tank.

We didn't realise it but we had been climbing a gradual hill, when we reached the tp we had targets within 500m
"ENEMY front!" Ace tagged a target for me, some sort of observation post.
I fired without hesitation, An AP Fin round was like an arrow from a crossbow, Hesh however is slung like a turd.

"LOAD JERICHO!" ace shouted, it wasn't a loud shout but more of a bark. Jericho rounds meant tanks, Tanks meant trouble for the warriors. Ace simultaneously got on comms and managed to order the warriors to halt, and ordered Chimera to target one arc and commonwealth another, he was amazing.
"LOADING JERICHO!" Dix confirmed the order, "JERICHO LOADED!"
It hit the target, it disappeared under an explosion of debris in a pattern like a fountain.

"TARGET NEUTRALISED, SLEWING NEXT TARGET!"
"GOOD JOB PREPARE FOR RAPID WITH MAIN!"
I slew to my next target to the right I saw the outline of a tank of some sort, chinese or soviet, before i could change magnification, confirm range and adjust a large burst of tracer fire hit it from a high angle at about 30 degrees downward, i then saw a blurred blob of something and the whole thing blew apart. Just on the other side of the explosion i could see a harrier Pull up and change angle to 60 or so degrees right
"target neutralised ... he stole my kill ace... he stole my kill" i couldn't quite believe it
"NEXT TARGET THEN!"
I slew my next target, it landed right on my center dot, same as before chinese or soviet tank, It landed perfectly.
"FIRING!" My mind stopped and took a snapshot for the moment after the gun was fired.
Then the recoil of the Gun rocked the turret.

>>34903022
The round didn't seem to do anything, until a second later, the whole rear of the tank blew out, there wasn't any fire, just a large amount of debris blew out of the back of the enemy tank.

"INFANTRY! CLOSE!" Ash called out
Ace got on the comms and told them we were clear of tanks but had infantry. The warriors needed to get up, suppress them and dismount the fusiliers.

I changed the zoom, my FOV changed i could see a man in my scope, i fired the L34 Chaingun coaxial, but he was so close that the coax was out of alignment. He quickly dashed to the floor for cover.

The distinctive rhythmic thud of warrior RARDEN 30mils.
A minute later "Hold fire" Someone said on radio.

I saw the man put his hands above his head.

Hundreds of iraqis picked themselves off the deck and out of trenches that i couldn't see through the TOGS, all hands above heads.

They slowly shifted towards us. The Infantry company and tank escort was going to skirt around them and continue onward, we didn't want to loose momentum.

Dix dismounted to assist the infantry, I look his position and unbuttoned, using his Gimpy to keep en eye on the surrendering iraqis.

Only then did i perceive what had gone on in those 3 minutes. I hit some sort of command and control nest and a Type 59. In all there were 4 tanks at the top of the hill and we got three of them.

The iraqis were quickly huddled together. And handed over to some MPs, we had to catch up to the rest of the BG.

We were well and truly in Iraq.

Having a look at the IMS, were were the first British ground units to enter through the border, other regiments will contest this as a matter of pride. It also looked like we beat the Americans by about 10 minutes, but the IMS was noticeably more laggy the more units you had on there further ones taking longer to ping each time.

I'll pick this up tomorrow as i'm pretty tired of writing

Feel free to ask any Qs i'll probably answer any for an hour or so.

>>34903229
all in all, how many tank kills did you get over the course of the campaign?

>>34903271
4 confirmed 3 probables (shared)

Probably dozen or so abandoned tanks, sometimes these weren't even done with guns, we'd go out with the infantry and we'd advise them on how to disable the tank.

We got pretty lucky, less friendly tanks around means more kills to go around, i'f we'd had the full regiment of 42 tanks we'd have probably been lucky to get one.

Royal Scots Dragoon Guards got more kills overall by a massive margin as it was our job to protect warriors rather than be a heavy regiment and take on enemy armour.

>>34903413
what kind of tanks were the iraqis using against you?

>>34903863
Anything T72 and down, So T54s, T55s, Type 69s were very common.

We got invited to saddams compound where he kept his personal tanks, chieftains, shermans, scorpions, during his last days he tried to activate museum pieces, i heard somewhere that they tried to use a chirchill at one point

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>>34904513

(Pskov, Pskov Oblast)

>"I swear, if this is yet another drill..." mládshiy serzhánt Georg Ivanov curses as he sits down and buckles up in the Mi-8T, this was now the sixth time they had been ordered to board the helicopters in full gear since the unprovoked aggression by the Finns that had led to the loss of four planes.
>"This is yet another drill and you what?" a menacing voice belonging starshina Petrova asks, fcuk that woman is scary...
>"Nothing Vera Stepanova!" Georg responds before realising they aren't alone right now.
>"Who gave you permission to call me that you maggot? Did you land on your head at some point during your training or what?"
>"Can it you two, continue your lovers' quarrel later!" the pilot shouts from the cockpit.
>After a few minutes wait the intercom comes to life, the division commander's voice announcing that this isn't a drill.
>"Бoг пoмилyй нac" Georg whispers, sure he *was* part of the operation in Crimea, but this is different, in Crimea Spetsnaz had been making preparations on-site for years, no such luck with this operation...
>Georg looks out as the helicopter starts taking off, NATO -fighters would be taking off from their base in Latvia in a matter of minutes, few minutes after that an alarm would sound in Rissala and Pirkkala, the first Hornets would be in the air a few minutes after that...
>"Cheer up kid, at least Chuchnas won't be spamming us with expired Iglas some guy named Muhammad 'improved' in his garage" Ivan, or "Grampa Sunny" as everyone calls him says.
>"That's right, you were in Chechnya, weren't you?" Someone on Ivan's other side asks.
>"Grampa Sunny was there both times, isn't that right?" Another guy asks half-jokingly as Ivan is almost old enough tho *have* been there in 1994.
>"Nah, he sat that one out after having just returned from Afghanistan a couple years earlier" someone jokes.
>"But didn't last of our guys come back in 1988?" some FNG asks, puzzled.

>>34905788

>"The bastards forgot me on a remote outpost, I finally noticed sometime in 1991 & started walking home, got back to Russia in 1992 I think" Ivan plays along.
>The joking helps everyone relax a little bit, almost everyone has seen action in Ukraine so this is nothing new, but the small relief is welcome anyway.
>Georg smiles as he lights a cigarette, smoking is technically forbidden but no-one really cares.
>"Hey, you can't do that in here!" the new guy proves your assumption wrong.
>"What are you going to do about it, kick me out?" Georg retorts while passing the pack on to the next guy who also lights one.
>"Seriously, put it out, are you crazy?" the new guy keeps insisting.
>"You do realise you are talking to a guy who volunteered to jump out of perfectly good aircraft on a regular basis?" someone retorts, getting a few laughs from people around him.
>"Keep it down or you get to swim to Finland!" the co-pilot shouts from the cockpit, it seems they had reached the sea already.
>"Equipment check, everyone! Better get it done now rather than after the welcoming committee arrives!"
>The attack plans start looping in Georg's mind as he checks his equipment for one last time, finishing by checking that his Grach has a full magazine.
>Ivan is right. Everything will be just fine, there's no way Chukhnas' conscripts could pose a threat to a Guard's Air Assauld Division's regulars.

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>>34906055
and with that I am off to bed

>>34906055
Will this continue?

>>34902250
YES! PLEASE!

>>34902597
>not the usual amount of thread activity

Normally I post as anon and ask questions, give props, or in general help to bump the thread when I'm not writing...but lately I've been job hunting. Not like fishing, like tracking hunting.

It worked, though. I've got 10 days before i start a new job. It also means I'm likely to not continue my shit after next week.

Before I go, I will definitely try to make the point I wanted to when I started writing.

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>>34907017
check just below that post you responded to, I already updated

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Bump

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>>34906789
stand by, I need my morning coffee before addressing this

>>34906789
>>34909119
yes, it will
https://pastebin.com/XUqteu0J (part 1)
https://pastebin.com/crap1WXs (part 2)

more reading: https://pastebin.com/Q4EZpP0P

>>34909236
Thanks man

Updates to the bins will drop trough the day

>>34894275
Gripping!

>>34902430
Sounds like it'll be an interesting assignment. Hope more to come soon.

>>34903229
Phew, loving it, guy

>>34906055
Maor

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JTfag is up to date

>folder to catch up
https://pastebin.com/1qS4EqXS

>>34895727
Demi-Chan wa Kataritai
aka Interviews with Monstergirls

12 episodes, 1 ova, go watch now.

>>34911037
I know how you feel, I'm going on 20 something hours right now. How people get up early in the morning for any reason other than something their obligated to do is beyond me at this point. FUCKIT, THE FARMWORK CAN BE DONE AT NIGHT!

>>34903229
We were back on our way to basra, catching up with the rest of the BG.

We travelling in single stack that would connect us to a highway.

Cromwell was pulling tail end charlie duty, shit sucked if you were unbuttoned because of all the dust being kicked up. Lucky me. I managed to cop a couple hours nap. The column ground to a crawl. We could hear a strange rumble off in the horizon, as we got in sight of the main highway we could see thousands of vehicles for miles a traffic jam.

We joined the motorway, it was a crawl until we stopped entirely, luckily we pulled up next to some of our counterparts in M1A2s, we got chatting away to them and we got a look inside, very similar. The IMS is exactly the same as its made by GD, and the gunnery computer was pretty similar too. Seemed like an alright piece of kit.

We Crawled ahead and away from them, We were now stuck with some REMF arse units.

We were in this traffic jam for about 2 hours, Ace cranked up our Woofers, abbas dancing queen played. All these REMF started looking at us with the dirtiest looks> i went with the moment and started rocking out, the fusaliers in the warriors ahead of us sfollowed suit. Even Ace nodded his head to the beat. the beat of fucking abba.

Then we started picking up speed, overtaking the thousands of americans.

Ace pulled out two flags from his personal storage, our regimental one and a huge cotton union jack. And applied them to the two pole mount on the rear of the turret.

It was a great feeling.

>>34906729
But yeah, the Mosin is TOTALLY a shitty rifle, amirite?

>>34910441
glad you like it, not sure when I'll be posting more, I most certainly am not going to drop the story anytime soon

>>34912209
/k/, full of normal people

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>>34907281
>It also means I'm likely to not continue my shit after next week.
Surely you mean at the rate you have been writing? You can't check out, nobody checks out.

>>34912340
>at the rate I've been writing
Sure, we'll go with that.

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>>34912427

>>34911745
noice

>>34911745
Cyndi Laupers Girls Just Want To Have Fun came on, I was standing in dix place, shemagh and goggles on, flags fluttering behind us and we were rolling into iraq.

We must have looked funny as shit, 4 guys who hours earlier had killed to enter the country and listening to one of the most girly songs ever, whilst invading a hostile country in a 65 tonne tank.

Ace got on the intercom "Generate smoke", this would leave clouds of fluffy diesel smoke all behind us, this would deliberately leave the remfs with a sour taste in their mouths. They were being overtaken by 4 brits on the tail end of a column while listening to crap. I couldn't help but laugh. Ace even cracked a smirk. They must have been right pissed.

We travelled down the motorway and split off, we were uncontested for a few hours, thousands of surrendering iraqis streamed past us. the lead company had contact with another 4 tanks that night, we decided to harbour there next to the smoldering wrecks.

We cantabrian circled the warriors and turned the turrets outwards, with exception to us who faced outward. Our particular tank being the tail end charlie ended up facing southward.

We usually slept on the engine deck, it stayed mostly warm throughout the night. Ace and Ash would take first doss since they couldn't sleep on the road.

I walked up t one of the smouldering wrecks to shelter in its warmth. I was comfortable there as i though about today, as i thought about home. The chill wind in the air andwarmth of the fire reminded me of the trips my dad used to take me on when i was younger. It used to be a mix of south africa, america and canada.

For just a brief moment i was in at a campfire with my father, his rifle resting on a log, then my mind slipped to the stalk, I saw a stag in a forested area, bright and green, I pursued it into a clearing, a pasture. Grass as tall as my shoulders. Snow capped mountains on the horizon, crisp clean mountain air.

>>34911745
>>34913710
Nice trolling there. Love the bit on comedy thrown in.

>>34912427
>>34912451
Well I dunno about you fucks, but I got over 5400 fucking words written today for my next book. It's already novel-length but there's still more to happen yet. Just finished including a BRUTAL rape scene... no, she's not a gun.

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>>34914215

>>34914215
Have you tried drinking bleach?

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>>34914215
1. Fuck off back to the porn store.
2. Pic related

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>>34914215
Okay and? Unless you're posting, no one gives a fuck.

>>34914402
Broken gifs make me angry.

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>>34894275
Pretty heavy stuff. I'm guessing it takes place in times long past, given the bolt action rifle the soldier uses. There are a few grammatical errors, but it's still readable. Good sir man. I recommend you expand on it.

>>34897818
To be honest, I'd a drunk Anna. I'd a sober Anna too. In either case, I'd be the drunker party anyway, so I think it's ok?

>>34902430
Even the voice on the SAT phone is a bit spooky. What are these kids getting in to?

>>34906055
The Ruskies want their shit pushed in by the Flying Finns again? I mean... Good job, Russia! Defending glorious motherland from agressive rape elves!

>>34913710
>Cromwell
> Right...
You feckin what? Anyways, loving this. I really am jealous. I'll never liberate a country in an MBT, flying a giant flag, and playing the best of disco pop. Fun shit, mate.

>>34914410
Don't think it's broken. Gifs didn't originally have movement. It's just another way to store pictures that can include movement.

anybody want to read my drivel? Be warned: i do not provide context for this scene
https://pastebin.com/T4tsyM7e

>>34914236
>>34914261
Woah, why the hostility?

>>34914267
It's not erotica, it's just a novel that happens to have a brutal rape scene.

>>34914402
Well I guess I can post it if you want however there's literally 4 novels of context behind the events taking place. Well, I guess technically 3.

>>34914714
first, break it more as in, add paragraphs the descritptions are okaysh major complain is to break it on paragrahs

>>34914940
I really go blind to this kind of stuff, but these lines look suspicious to me in regards to where a new paragraph should begin.
>“Get this reloaded and protect our asses as we advance.” She then ordered a nearby trio of noble guardians to assist her former assistant in his new task and boarded the armored car as it began to move again. By the time they turned into Minden’s central square, Corsica was already clear of the hatch and settling into the gunner’s seat.
In the text, there is no break between "again." and "By," but after reviewing it, I think there should be one.
In the pastebin, the line i pasted begins at break 8.
I also went ahead and rewrote some of the lines
>By the time they turned into Minden’s central square, Corsica was already clear of the hatch and settling into the gunner’s seat. Using the vehicle’s heavy machine gun, Corsica gave the first partisan who revealed himself a fist sized hole in his collarbone. Many partisans, wincing from the sound of the gun, began to either run, or completely engulf themselves in their cover
is now
By the time they turned into Minden’s central plaza, Corsica was already settled into the gunner’s seat and operating the vehicle’s heavy machine gun. Blindly firing in bursts at suspected fighting positions to gather attention, she finally lined up a partisan with her sights and delivered a fist sized hole to his collarbone; several more followed. Many partisans, wincing from either the sound of the gun or the death it caused, began to either run, or completely engulf themselves in their cover

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>>34906055
>>34902430
>gif related

>>34898673
ok, so it's no secret that phone posts all turn sideways, but this? Completely upside down? How did I manage THIS?

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>The workshop itself was situated below the sleeping quarters
>This way, the fire from the furnace kept the rooms above warm in the biting cold winter through clever use of waste heat

>you were led down by the massive main staircase
>this were probably where the raw materials were delivered

>on the far wall was a smelter and a sizeable furnace, being fed by a unending, ethereal flame

>a little closer were the heavy machinery
>Grinders, lathes, mills, a massive cold hammer forging machine and a few stamp presses with their dies

>Closer still were the fine machinery
>rifling machines, several of them
>There were polishers, and machines for deburring and inspection tools

>and in the corner just to the right of the big staircase was equipment for parkerizing and bluing

>a little path to the left led to a narrow staircase and the carpentry
>There were a few big saws, grinding stones and sharpening tools, but more importantly, all manner of hand tools, far more than most even knew existed
>An entire wall in this room was filled with oils for wood treatment, and the opposing wall has blocks of raw wood, of at least three dozen different sorts, all waiting for a metal tool and a masters touch

>in the corner of the carpentry were a few injection molding machines, for making polymer components. Rarely used, but still there

>on the opposing side from the carpentry, to the right from the main staircase was another door
>But what happened in there was not for human eyes

>The entire workshop was breathing in a hot, heavy atmosphere breathing of iron, oil and fire
>the floor was limestone, once polished and shining but now it had scars from the test of time
>The wall over the furnace was black with soot
>everywhere else there was just a light coating, but that could have been metal flakes as well

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>It felt like nothing else you had ever been
>It was equally difficult to put your finger on what it actually was
>Too large to be a workshop, too small to be a factory
>There was a lot of machines, but most, if not all, required skilled hands to operate
>The machines themselves were clearly old, very old, but they all had an aura of quality
>that lasting feeling really old buildings has
>When they were made by a heavy material, dug up from deep within the earth by large men in chequered shirts and hardhats and not made in a laboratory by people in white coats and slim spectacles
>Everything here was rock and steel, and a little wood

>She steps down the stairs and fills her lungs with the heavy air inside
>as if she was returning to where she belonged

>She puts down the rifle on a workbench with something like forty drawers for tools underneath, all neatly marked
>and then turn around to look at you

“This is where the craftsmanship happens. Magic is over there. But before all that, the sacrifice”
>”I'm ready for whatever”

>She leaves, and comes back
>in her hands is a bowl and a little wooden box

“I need iron. A special kind of iron. Not much, but it's hard to get”
>”How much?”
“About half a gram should be enough”

>She nods at the little box, wanting you to open it
>inside, a long, thin metal object.
>It was hollow at closer inspection
>And incredibly sharp in one end

“A liter of blood”
>”What?”
“I need the iron from blood to fix the bolt. And I imagine you don't want anyone else's blood in her. Fill the bowl to the brim”

>The metal object was a needle
>You get incredibly cold all of a sudden

“One liter is about the upper limit of what a healthy adult can lose. You wanted to save her, didn't you?”
>”Y-yeah i did. So to fix the bolt...”
“Yes. I will get something from the armory. Get to work”

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>And so you were alone with a stool, a big needle and a bowl
>you pull the sleeve up, revealing your left arm
>you've always had quite prominent veins, so finding somewhere to get it from wouldn't be difficult
>was the arm even the right place to do it?
>leg was better?
>you had absolutely no idea

>and so, with zero medical knowledge, the needle slowly gets pushed into your arm, letting the red, clear liquid pour into the bowl
>it's just a little stream, and it pours slowly slowly
>watching the blood pour out of you was surreal
>this was your flowing force of life, and it was leaving you

>It was so agonizingly slow
>but what could you do?
>This was for Annie
>She would have done the same for you
>...right?

>A could of heavy, dark thought approaches you
>It clings to you like a warm, sticky fog
>it was a seed of doubt
>Lots of very very bad thoughts start filling your head
>questioning
>if it all was worth it
>This could kill you after all

>no
>This was about Annie
>for Annie
>The one you loved
>the best god damned girl in the world
>And while things undeniably looked pretty right now, you would spend a lot of time regretting things if you pussied out now

>so you simply returned to watching the blood flow out of you
>it felt like hours
>As the bolt got closer and closer to being filled
>Your eyelids were heavy
>There was a feeling of almost feeling out of breath from just sitting down
>That was the effect of blood loss
>exhaustion, light headedness, drowsiness and being thirsty

>What feels like another few hours pass by as the bowl fills up
>At long last, you can get the damned needle out of you, and put some pressure on the little cut to stop the bleeding
>It was only a little hole, and you could quickly stop the leak
>Sitting in front of you was almost 20% of the blood you had in you an hour ago

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>And as if she had been watching you, she returns a moment later
>She looks at you, probably looking very weak after the ordeal, and then the bowl

“I’ve seen many complain less, but few with your determination”
>”Th-thanks…”

>She sighs a little and looks you straight in your eyes

“Regrettable as it is to say, I've withheld information from you”
>”Wh-”
“Shh. You have done a deed and a sacrifice for her soul. But, you cannot put the repaired into the old gun. Not only would it be incredibly painful, but the bolt is in risk of seizing up again. And I will not help you a second time”
>”I have to… find another rifle”
“Yes. Sadly, it was in remarkably good condition before you ruined it, so if you do get your hand on another one in the US, which I very much doubt, she will sadly be far from the beauty she was”

>She was right. Anti tank rifles back home were not only as rare as rocking horse shit, but also soul-crushingly expensive, especially one in good condition
>further thoughts were interrupted by her voice again

“Don't look crushed. I'm going to offer you something. For her now body…”

>She heaves up another PTRS on the workbench

>This example was nothing short of perfect
>Beautiful black steel all over, well polished
>And it didn't show the crude workmanship or machining marks that the old one did
>All little parts were perfectly machined and fit with precision rivaling match grade target rifles
>Not one single scratch or mark anywhere on the vast gun
>And it was so clean
>So perfectly clean you doubted it had ever been fired
>The wood was much lighter in colour than on any other PTRS you had seen
>probably made from beech or birch
>And gazing over the receiver, it had a serial number consisting of nothing but zeroes

>You probably had your mouth open a little

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“What do you think?”
>”Hand on my heart, gun to my temple, it's the most beautiful rifle I've ever seen”
“Of course it is. I made it with my own hands, in this very workshop”
>”Practice makes perfect. And that is as far as my untrained can see, just that”
“A deed and a sacrifice for the soul. What about trial for the body?”

>The ordeal wasn’t over

>”What…”

>Even speaking proved difficult in your weakened state
>You take a deep breath and try again

>”What do I have to do”
“Prove you can discard the old for the new. And make sure no one ever ends up in the old rifle. Cut it up”
“Wh-”
“Shh. Barrel in 10 centimeter pieces, 12 in total, there are metal saws in the appropriate drawer. Same for the receiver. I want any and all of the moving parts in the weapon to be cut up in 3 pieces for the small parts, for the bigger ones, 10 centimeter rule applies. I'll leave you to that while I care for the bolt”

>before anything could be asked she had taken the bowl and the bolt and headed of
>You were left with the once gorgeous looking PTRS you found in someone else's garage quite a while ago
>How pretty Annie was…
>But then again, Annie was pretty before. What kind of beauty would she be if she was worked by the hands of the mother herself?
>Annie deserved this
>Sadly you were as weak as you've ever been
>You had through a transatlantic flight, a whole night of driving, the fight in the tunnel, a very bad lack of sleep and you were now feeling the effects of quite heavy blood loss

>The second drawer from the top and the third one from the left contained saws for cutting iron
>they all looked well taken care of. But not new
>they beautifully crafted wooden handles you rarely saw on anything nowadays
>you pick up one of the larger ones, and gently rest it on the barrel

>”S-sorry”

>>34914908
Probably because y'know rape.

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>And with a single draw, the saw's teeth cut in and start digging deeper into the steel
>It was an almost physical pain to see the rifle with little metal flakes pouring out of the cut in the barrel
>You had done a little bit of woodworking, but cutting steel took a lot more time and t effort
>All idea of time was gone
>By the time the muzzle brake hits the workbench with a dull thud, you had no idea if it had taken five minutes or an hour
>But there was no time to waste
>And you put the saw up on the barrel again
>Just as before, the saw dug into the barrel with that godawful, hoarse metallic sound

>The entire barrel was cut to bits, eventually
>Your arm was tired, and hurt, but it wasn't anything to the lump in your throat or whatever you felt in your stomach
>That hurt more
>way more

>You took off the furniture, and cut that up
>the wood prover rather soft after sawing through steel

>And then opened it up
>The internals were very, very badly worn, and there was residue everywhere

>There was nothing to do but to keep going

>more time passes by. More sawing, even more. Endless sawing
>Most light in the workshop was artificial, but the sky probably had a touch of red to it
>You sat on your knees inside a steaming hot, oily workshop far from pretty much everything
>many hours had passed since the saw first met steel
>all that remained was almost 50 lbs of jigsaw puzzle
>all cuts were rough, and badly done due to your fatigue
>Your whole right hand was a mess after all the sawing and repeatedly hitting it into things
>before you lay a rifle broken into a hundred pieces
>before it kneeled a man broken into a hundred pieces
>You were only less broken than Annie in a physical sense
>And that was diminishing quickly

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“That took a while”

>What must have been pretty dead eyes look back up at her

“But so, there is a bit to cut”

>You nod a little and stand up, didn’t feel dignified for anyone to have a discussion when you were kneeling
>But the ordeal finally took its toll on you
>The grip you had on the table leg wasn’t as strong as you thought
>Your hand slip, and you fall
>Tumbling down, your head hits the stone floor and everything goes black for a second

“You’re not sleeping on the workshop floor”

>A half irritated voice tells you
>The other half had something softer feeling behind it, but you couldn’t really tell what it was

>”S-sorry”

>She hands you an old metal bottle

“Drink. Most of what you have lost is just liquid, and you will have it back by tomorrow if you drink properly. The red blood cells, however will take months to get back”

>You flail around a little, reaching for the bottle
>It contained that godlike fresh water
>you gulped it down like it was nothing, your body was practically screaming for water

>”Not making a good impression, am I?”
“Had it been normal circumstances, you would have looked pretty bad, yes. But it isn't. Stand up, Traveler”
>”Yeah, sorry”

>You manage to to get up, legs parley carrying you

“Come with me”

>She leads you out of the workshop, outside and then in again, through a much smaller door and up a winding staircase
>There is a corridor upstairs with a few rooms
>She points at a rather small wooden door

“Wash, drink and sleep”
>”Sorry i don-”
“Shush. You’re a mess. Rest”

>This was really not someone to argue with
>So you stumbled into the little room, and fell face first into the bed
>And slept
>And slept

90% of you are worse than the Diablo 2 fan fiction I used to read as a bored kid. Unfortunately some of you will still get published just like those fag moderators from TheHighRoad.org

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And that's it for now, hope it was enjoyable, and if nothing else, peacemakers are pretty cool

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>>34915364
weren't they the ones who wrote something like... HK because fuck the customer?

>>34915364
Then write some of your own.

>>34915365
>things going in a promising direction
have a (you) var så god

>>34915364
if you really have read enough to confidently say that, why did you bother if it's so bad?

if you haven't read as much as you claim, why should we care?

>>34915365
i like it

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>>34915365
you definitely did a good job on making the workshop of a very wealthy hobbyist... or home working professional. All kinds of stuff like grinders, mills and lathes, or molding machines or even forges and various other metal heating and forming equipment would be at least in separate rooms in a professional workshop, if not separate compartments that could be called other shops, so this definitely feels like a personal shop rather than a production shop, but the level of machinery here can't be ignored. This is certainly far larger a collection of machines than most hobbyists or even custom rifle makers have, however, for a wealthy old world gunsmith who might have inherited the machinery and took it up, this isn't that far fetched of a personal shop. Really the only POSSIBLE machine you might not have mentioned were NC, CNC machines, which to be fair, you already mentioned the kind that most NC or CNCs would be in the first place, and you didn't mention the honing machine, but, also being fair, that's probably the least know machine in the shop. So I say you did a very good job on the personal machine shop/ foundry/ironworks of the place. A very nicely portrayed setting.

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Just an old throwback to the days of Kennedy... They will be referenced heavily during the remainder of "Blood Stream."

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>>34915256
Next time you want to do that, go into the picture you want to post, resize the image, and post the "new" one that gets saved.

It prevents stupid shit like you're talking about. Pic related. It wouldn't post until I did that shit.

>>34908539
Hawt

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>>34915365
excellent as always, can't wait for more of this and JT

also, is it me or has your english gotten better over time writing these?

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Emily says she wants you to have something to keep the spirits up while you wait for the next posts from one of the popular writers.

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>>34918184
l-lewd
also, i like your writing, man. it's got a strong sort of "bordering-on-the-edge-of-sanity-and-reason" vibe to it
is that what it's like being on /pol/ all the time?

>>34917994
Thank you! And I'd like to think it's become better, which is good

>>34915404
>>34915669
>>34915436
And thanks to you guys

>>34918221
No, This is what it's like to dream of not living in the clown world /pol/ used to warn about before they all flew the coop because shills and redditors, or alt right celeb/ Spencer worshipers flooded the board. Thanks for the compliment though. If there's one silver lining to all this poz in California, it's that this new law that makes it punishable by a year in prison to refer to a tranny fag by the wrong pronoun might force my family and I to move out of the state.


But that's neither here nor there. There's increasingly more lewd, and I dare say even indecent or tasteless photos to come later down the line.

>>34918255
You've earned it.

>>34915340
Oh please, have you ever TRIED rape fetish? I had a gf who was into it when I was a teenager, introduced me to the concept. I was incredibly apprehensive, beta that I was, but quickly found myself to be enjoying it almost as much as she did. Safe word in place of course. Though in this book the rape is not 'rape fetish', it's real rape, and it's incredibly harsh. Honestly though, I think some readers will think it's legitimate, that it's justified, which will be a very interesting thing to hear. Already I've had someone say, after having read the third book in the series (second book to have her in it) that they just need to shoot her already. He was getting a clear emotional reaction to this character I had created, which is a sign of effective writing.

Anyways, the book is nearly done, probably on its last chapter. Coming along great! Gonna be a shame to do away with this antagonist however... I've had a lot of fun writing her. At any rate, anyone who gets squeamish at fictional rape needs to lighten up. It's not real. Not everyone is going to like it of course, and I understand that, especially the Liberals since the woman getting brutally raped isn't white, but I know for a FACT that there are some women out there who would get off ENORMOUSLY at reading this rapey section of my latest book. There was a BIT of rape in my first one but it was more borderline. This one? Ohhhhh no, 110% unadulterated hate-rape. Vengeance rape. The rape of a brutal, murderous, rapist black lesbian who hates men, white men especially.

>>34918539
dude, just STOP, your rant sounds like you are glorifying rape, whether or not it actually is is neither here not there, it SOUNDS like that's what you are doing, and that alone should be enough for you to keep your opinions to yourself until you can present your case in a calm and collected manner.

August 9, 2024
>In a haze I find myself on the doorstep of a house, the once sharp idea that I should be here now only a vague sense. The conversations of the last four or five days traveling with those two in the truck becoming ever less sharply defined and turning into a smear in the seat of my consciousness.
>Reaching for the door handle, I grasp the knob and attempt to tunr it, only to find it locked...
>There's a key under a wooden bear that sits propped up in the garden, though I don't know how I know this, it merely comes to me.
>Sure enough the key fits and the door opens, the interior of the house feeling familiar, and the pictures on the wall seem to feature myself or myself with a woman, often with rifles, and sometimes in groups or in one particular instance, holding a trophy.
>I decided that the thing to do was to wait for this woman to show up, and then she could help reorient me into what appeared to be my own world.

>>34918612
August 10, 8:47 AM
>Marina sat in the back of an SUV speeding down the road back home to Everettville thinking about the things that had kept her up in her night vision goggles staring out into the road instead of asleep at night whether they drove or stopped.
>Jason's absence, The factor of Victoria's death prior to their arrival, the presence of the nine by eighteen millimeter casings at the scene... The state of the corpse, indicating that death had occurred several hours earlier.
>Pragmatically speaking, Jason's death was not verified or unverified, then again, the same could be said of his survival. Files found in the house that night were indicative of Jason's conditioning, though what "conditioning" or "the personal use of victoria de la Rios" meant was an ambiguous question, and a disturbing proposition on which to postulate.
>In that moment, Marina decided on her optimistic side that maybe she'd see Jason again. In any case, in about an hour, she'd be back at home, she could take a shower, give it some time. Like Cliff Richard singing about a woman who'd walked out on him, and the tradition a south african soldier might celebrate in his final days of national service, she'd give him forty days to get back.

>>34918614
August 10, 9:03 AM. Rogers residence.
>I sat on the couch, I watched the events of the world portrayed through the ever manipulated narrative of the last of the old big television news networks, Fox, owned by a dying corporation once called "news corp." This year, being an election year, attendance of the old traditional news networks was, as had been the case in twenty twenty, going through a deep slump on top of the longstanding and already deadly trend of dwindling views to any of the old vanguard, the intellectual clique who all held similar or aligning interests and a virtual stranglehold on things like print, television, mainstream digital media and the dissemination of information on a near global basis, save to those countries where such a thing wouldn't matter, and gaining it would garner no further influence.
>Today's topic, was of course what seemed to be the most unbelievable and irascible candidate in any election held to date. As the camera zoomed in, and the voices of the commentators, thank fucking god, quieted down, the candidate went on to speak, discussing a myriad of topics, before going on to subjects such as Tax plans, stating "I got a tax plan RIGHT HERE!" before spitting on the stage, and pointing to it while saying "there it goes right now!"
>Before long he touched on subjects such as his recorded and documented service in the Spanish American war, claiming pride in a picture of himself with twenty-sixth American President Theodore Roosevelt, his Two months as sheriff of Diablo River mining settlement, and addressing his critics and their conduct, along with its subsequent backlash with the departing theme that "You can't put a bucket over a pig's head, it'll just make him SKITTISH!"

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>>34910391
Thank you!

>>34914429
Never had it really defined in the dream really, it was all just placeholder guns and the girl had mad plot armour on her.
I'll do my best and expand!

also
>mfw first time posting in /wfg/ and I get a (you)

>>34918620

>Failing to make sense of much of his positions relevant to the present day, and not wanting to hear the voices the commentators attempting to be reticent of the speech while providing anything remotely related to a coherent analysis, I decided to simply turn off the television, and maybe never turn it on again.
>Just then I heard a buzzing coming from a nearby room, jumping to my feet and finding the source of the noise, I manage to pull a phone off a charger and answer.
"Hello?"
>"Ah, Jason, I caught you! Meet me at Mary's Diner in half an hour."
"What, who is-"*click*
"AH FUCK. well, Might as well, Mary's is on 9th and Patterson... Time to run... I guess."

Are drawfags welcome here?

>>34918746
do you draw lewds of anthropomorphised guns?

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>>34918777
Just concept guns and furry porn for right now.
>i heart gas pedals and slant brakes

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>>34918539
Are you Shadow the Hedgehog or some shit? Dial the edge back a little dude. Also, quit acting like your shit doesn't stink because you self-published on a platform that has literally no bottom line.

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>>34918963
kek, pic related.

>>34918568
What's wrong with forced sexy fun time? As long as it's not someone in your in-group. You can keep your universalist rhetoric.

>>34919025
>what's wrong with...
Literally everything

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>>34918539
are you the guy who keeps shilling his zombie books?

>>34918746
yes, Guard even basically developed a whole lot of the waffegeist lore that a lot of these stories are based on

>>34919134
Feel free to explain. I'll be honest, I'm expecting you to describe Christian morality while saying "you don't have to be religious to know right from wrong" with no actual foundation for the moral precept.

inb4 you call me a nihilist: I agree that rape within my in-group is bad because it damages us, but otherwise who fucking cares. As long as the rape doesn't lead to children that would blur the lines of the in-group.

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>>34918539
>>34919025
>>34919253
rape in all forms is degeneracy
>but it's against a feminazi negress
who cares if it's black on white or white on black? partaking in the act lowers you to the level of the goatfuckers and pavement apes. you sound like an SJW yoursellf, putting out a honeypot when nobody wants to take the bait
>but it's a plot device
rape is always a weak plot device, makes for a weak character backstory or trait, it's even worse when it's a main plot point like here
>dude its 4chan take a joke
it's a joke when done ironically, not when you're serious about it

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>>34919253
pic related

>>34919253
Okay, since you're a Neanderthal, I'll explain it. If someone says "no" it means no and they don't want anything to do with you. Which I imagine lots of people don't, considering that attitude

>>34919253
I can't tell whether you're baiting or serious, but either way, go fuck yourself.

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>>34913710
It felt so real i took a deep breath. rather than the mountain air, i was met with dry, dusty and chemical smelling air.

I remembered where i was and what i was basking in the heat of, There was probably dead crewmembers inside of it now ashes. That could full well be me if i didn't listen to ace. He knew what to do, and i knew he would die for us...

I got up and turned round to be met with a warrior commander with an awkward smile. I recoiled i wasn't expecting anyone there.

"Erm hi mate...erm"
"Sergeant?"
"Erm, you wouldn't happen to have a spare TCA PLA684G would you?, its just your clamberers helping me with our wagon"
It was an engine part common to the Perkins condor V8s and V12s. We had the V12 version while the warriors had a V8 version.
I was a bit taken a back they should have had their own supply. I asked.
"Yeah our MCRV didn't have any left"
I had to comply, he could always order me to hand over the part.
"Yeah follow me please sgt."
"Names Gunther"
An odd name i thought to myself.
"Before you ask, i'm half german, my father was based in germany..." he added in, he held his hand out towards me which i shook.
I went over to cromwell and ruffled through our parts. Prying it free like Excalibur.
I looked up but he was nowhere in site. i decided to walk around the circle until i ran into him.

I found him and Dix on the front of a warrior helping some REME mechs.

The best thing about british tanks is the ease of maintenance, especially when it came to engines, anyone who knew basic engine work could work on one Unlike the american turbine driven tanks.

I stuck around to observe, may as well get a look in a warrior engine while i could.

My mind wandered back to home on the farm, helping my father with the various pieces of machinery. even then he had that rifle on him. He never looked dressed without it. Still got it to this day.

>>34919253
I'm unsurprised you're such a fan of rape. God knows it's the only way you'd ever get laid.

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>>34918693

>>34918331
>new law punishes people using the wrong pronoun
What the FUCK?

I knew things were bad, but i didn't know HOW bad.

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>>34918331
Civil War II when

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>>34919279
Just gonna leave this pic here, just in case.

Also, I don't know if I'd call it a plot device. Just happens to be how things turned out. She's probably going to get killed soon, either that or things will be left in the unknown so I can consider a couple different possible outcomes. Might be making a series on the side starring her sometime to show things from her perspective, though the reader does see things from her perspective every now and then in the series.

>>34920454
Not one word from that pic is wromg

>>34920527
Was worried he thought there was samefaggotry on the go. Also, I said that I'm not so sure it's a plot device.

>>34919847
>>34919839
Day of the poison dildo when?

>>34919412
I went back to cromwell and clambered onto the engine deck where ace and ash were sleeping,i entered through aces hatch as i needed the IMS.

This was my first ever time in the commanders copula. I'd trained to use the IMS but never in a service vehicle.

I accessed the IMS and clicked the logistics button. I noted one expansion of a TCA PLA684G - lost to REME mechs. They acknowledged when it turned green.

I noticed a strange amount of yellow light peaking over the rear brim of the hatch, I got up and stood on the seat to see what it was... It was... Dawn?

Yellows and red lit the whole horizon. I Checked my watch 02:21 local time. How could it be dawn? I popped my head back under and checked the turret compass. 187 degrees... 187? we're facing south and the sunrise is coming from the north.

I grabbed ace's binos from his personal wrack, and peeped above the brim. Ash and ace had now woken up and were now looking towards the dawn. Looking through the binos i could see nothing, the luminosity was too great to make any real observations.

"Rumalia..." ace whispered "...the oil field, they've torched it"
Everyone seemed to be looking at it now.

The shock wore of ace first, "So how do you like the captains chair?"
"Bit big for me i think, but look forward to it once i've learned."
"Thats my boy. You get some nap."

I took my turn on the deck, but i couldn't sleep, the oilfire, it felt like someone watching me sleeping. As soon as i nodded off i woke up.

Before i knew it, it was really dawn.

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>>34921405
i like it

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>>34915365
That's some heavy stuff. Heavy price to pay for anything. But if it gets Annie back. Good story here.

>>34918539
Verdammt Coldsteel. Dull your edge a bit. I'm sure there's other sections of your book that you could tell us about.

>>34918731
Wait... The candidate fought with Roosevelt in the Rough Riders?

>>34921405
Fake dawn from burning oil fields. I'm sure that's a sight. Good stuff here.

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woo time for another update before the thread dies!

>>34923265

>>34902430

34 hours and 1,300 miles later...

Chris drove for the final leg of the trip, having switched out with Dave so he could rest and not wrap them around a tree at highway speeds. He was snoring loudly, and she was considering slamming on the brakes to jerk him against his seatbelt, but decided against it. They were almost there, besides.

Bearing with it for a few minutes longer, she finally pulled into a small parking lot in front of a little business plaza. There were a couple of restaurants and shops, all rather modest since it was in a suburban area. She scanned the area but didn't notice anything that could have appeared out of the ordinary. So, she decided to enlist the second pair of eyes sitting next to her, who was currently only occupied with drooling out the side of his mouth and making a noise akin to a death rattle. She kicked him in the shin and he startled awake.

“Ahhh...fu… what?”

“We're here, with a couple hours to spare. Wake up.”

“Why… why’d you kick me…”

“Because you were snoring the whole way and it was getting on my nerves. Now stop yapping and get out there, it's my turn to have a nap. See if you can find those guys we're supposed to meet.”

>>34923278

He stumbled out of the car, still half asleep, and went into a small coffee shop first. After buying a latte, he stepped out and had a seat at the outdoor dining area which lined the sidewalk outside the plaza’s restaurants.

Sipping his drink, he studied the people around him. He realized with a growing anxiety that he should have asked for any information regarding what the operators looked like. It was a weekend, and the place was relatively busy, so he'd have a hard time picking anyone out of the crowd. Still, he tried his best to do so.

There were quite a few couples milling about, a few families, some people on their own. He started ruling out the people least likely to be employed by a secret government agency. He could rule out a group of 90 year old women tottling about, gripping their handbags with white knuckles. The teenage lovebirds making out in the corner could also be counted out. The family that looked like a carbon copy of the Brady Bunch was another group of highly unlikely candidates.

“Well this is fucking pointless…” he muttered to himself, realizing he'd never be able to spot the operators just by looking at them. They were probably going to come to *him* anyway. They probably were just watching him from a distance.

>>34923292

Now just idly sipping the froth at the bottom of his cup, Dave shifted his gaze to a pair seated at a table a few meters away; a father and his daughter apparently enjoying a nice little Sunday outing together. The girl was having a bowl of strawberry ice cream, while the man had two burgers, a hot dog, a couple of large orders of fries and a milkshake laid out before him. He was eating like a man starved for over a month, consuming food at an alarming rate, to the point that an elderly couple next to them up and left out of sheer disgust. Fascinated by the scene, and with nothing else to do, he watched them for a while.

The girl looked to be a teenager, though she was rather short. She was pale and skinny, with emerald eyes and a head full of mousy brown hair in a loose bob cut. Every so often her father would reach over the table to ruffle it, upon which she would protest and straighten it back out.

The father was a bit of a contrast, tall and somewhat tanned, with a receding hairline. Despite the amount of food he was currently shoving into his mouth, he was fit and well-built. He had a bit of an air about him, ex-military if Dave had to guess. But otherwise, he was the spitting image of an embarrassing dad in every other sense; everything from a goofy lopsided smile to the garish blue Hawaiian shirt.

That last bit caused Dave to do a double take. A memory from a couple of months prior sprung to mind, of a man in a balaclava wearing a similar shirt. Actually, he thought, it was exactly alike, if it wasn’t the very same. Was Morrigan really sending them in to work with the man who’d bagged Chris, he wondered?

>>34923309

Dave shook off his musings and looked back up from his table, and felt a pair of eyes boring into him. The man had noticed Dave staring. He stopped chewing, put his half-eaten burger back down on its wrapper, and was stared right back.

Dave blinked first and broke eye contact, and in an instant the man had gotten up, closed the distance, and sat down right across from him. The iron gaze was still unbroken and focused squarely on Dave as he now stared down at the table.

“Uh… hi…” he said, half-glancing back up.

“Hello there.”

“Sorry for… uh, staring… I’m just supposed to be… meeting someone…”

“Really? Who might that someone be?”

“Uh… I…” He gulped. “I don’t actually… know…”

The man suddenly smiled and chuckled. He clapped Dave on the shoulder and stood up. “I’m just screwing with you, Dave.” He held out his hand.

Dave stood up and shook the man’s hand. “So… if you know who I am, I guess that means you’re Papa Bear?”

The man smirked. “Call me that while we’re working. I’m on break right now, so call me Kris. Nice to officially meet you.”

>>34923323

“Oh, same… I’m… Dave, as you already know and, uh, my partner’s name is also Chris.”

“I know, I’m the one who bagged her.”

Dave was a bit taken aback at how up front the man seemed to be. “Right… so if you’re Papa Bear, where’s Compy?”

The man’s daughter raised her hand and waved. “Right over here!” she declared with a grin.

Dave looked at her, then back at her father. “She’s Compy?”

“That’s what I said, didn’t I?” asked the girl, now with her arms folded over her chest in annoyance at not being spoken to directly.

Dave turned his head toward her again. “But, you’re a kid?”

“She’s not a kid, she’s my daughter,” said Kris. “Specifically, *my* daughter.”

“But she doesn’t even look old enough to drive…”

“I can drive!” she blurted out. “I have my learner’s permit, anyway!”

Kris smirked. “I know what it looks like here, but she’s capable. You’ve seen me at work. Think of her as my apprentice.”

“I… I…” Dave sighed in defeat. “Okay… if you say so…”

“Of course if I say so. You and your girlfriend are taking orders from me on this job anyway, remember?” Kris went back over to his daughter and sat back down to finish his food. “You should go collect your girlfriend, bring her here while we finish up. I believe you were promised a briefing.”

Thoroughly bewildered, Dave opted to simply do as he was told. There’d probably be time for questions later, anyway, he reasoned as he headed back to the car.

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just wanted to get that in before the thread died, thoughts/comments/suggestions/insults are always welcome

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>>34922926
and was pictured at the panama canal with Roosevelt in 1909.

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>>34923372

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>>34923372
>she's oiled up and ready to go

>>34923355
looks nice it still has the same spark that made me start reading this altough im wondering where this new "gig" will take them, faggot

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>>34923525
>tfw... Greased

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previus thread is done

ATannie
https://pastebin.com/05ftEQN4

new anons
https://pastebin.com/CPUdepLW

kvsw
https://pastebin.com/05ftEQN4

>>34923777
thanks poly
>nice digits

>>34921405
have you thought of adding a name to your posts? because this is really interesting stuff

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>>34924424
>>34925056
thankz for keeping threads alive, bumpanon

>>34922926
I tell ya, I'm not being edgy, just sharing my views and experiences. I mentioned I wrote a ton that day, mentioned what it's about, expanded on it when I got replies, and people reply with edginess. I'm just a dude who has experienced rape fetish from someone who had since a young age, was only a teen myself when I was taught it by her, and came to like it. As it turns out, my book has lead to an intense rape scene, far more intense than previous ones and there's been more than one in the series already.

Anyways, yeah, I could share other parts of the book if you want, though I'm gonna be pretty busy tomorrow, don't know how much time i'll be spending on /k/. Going to go to sleep now, but if you'd like to read some of what I've written, I can provide. I'm not even going to put it on KDP Select so I won't be at all restricted to how much I can share online even after it's been published. At any rate, I stand by that it's not a plot point. The REAL plot has already been advanced, and I'll soon see about how everything plays out. I'm a discovery writer, a 'pantser', so I literally don't even know how this book is going to end yet. Just going with the flow.

>>34923265
Still love that pic, I love that it's bread in the bag she's got in her teeth, adds an interesting twist on the whole cliche that it's a small bread ration. 'Petit pain' means small bread.

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>>34925320
It's what I do.

>>34923355
Is of the many guoads tovarish

>>34923372
L-lewd, this is a blue board tovarish, enjoy your b&

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>lewdity increases

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>>34928226
M A D M A N
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>>34928226
Banned

>>34923355
I wanna see where this goes

>>34925430
you're making yourself sound crazier than keksodus

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>>34928871

>>34929644
What did I miss

>>34928811
Maybe I am. Jealous?!

>>34929744
No, you're just disgusting

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>>34929688
The text of the post >>34929644 is replying to goes: Guys, holy shit. AHEM, HE IS COUNTERSIGNALING. STOP! IT ONLY GOES IN A LOOP! 4/4 TIME SIGNATURE MUSIC HAS NEGATIVE DRUG LIKE EFFECTS ON THE BRAIN!

And because he managed to reply to me so many hours later, I'm just gonna add this picture in a petty bid of oneupsmanship.

Anyway, thinking back to old /pol/ and the original meaning of "keksodus," I find I don't really want to use the name anymore. I kinda want to leave old /pol/ and the long since malignant factions that were once united in the past. So... I guess I'll try out my IRL nickname from the machine shop.

Anyone here going to be shooting during the eclipse?

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>>34930934
>read that as 'shooting at the eclipse'
>mfw i thought you were going to try to kill the moon while it's most vulnerable
>also yfw if you were to try

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>>34931105
nothing quite like laughing while drinking something, fella! Ah god, my nose is full of acid!

>>34931105
>Shooting during the eclipse
>Not sacrificing a fudd or bubba to the kube to have one of your guns turned into a waffegiest

I'm disappointed /wfg/