/wfg/ Writefag General-a fucking Gyrojet

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>work in bins
>add new writers

https://youtu.be/4ORsKc-ce6I
Thought you might like some aesthetic posting to bump while we wait.

>>34938064
Delet this

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Today is the day I'm supposed to have my AK arrive.

I'm gonna try to skip skyrim for a bit and write out a dinner scene until I get my shit.

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Bump

>>34938367
Nice. Question... what would be a good name for a french rifle? Anyone? Maybe one day I can add an AK-74 to my collection.

>>34938967
>Jean
>Nadine
>Elle
>Amelia
>Giselle

>>34939033
Nice...

>>34923342
A family that hunts together, stays together it seems

>>34938367
What AK did you buy?

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>>34939891
I didn't headspace the 80% polish receiver, had a test fire and KB, got a 100% polish receiver and sent it to a smith *in October*, and am getting this sent back to me.

No, I didn't ask for the cerakote. He "threw it in because it needed a sealant."

Pic of rifle to follow.

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>>34939937
Pic as it is supposed to reach me.

>>34939945
Is it a RAS?

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>>34940167
I don't think it is. RAS comes with all fagpul furniture.

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>>34936989
>pic

Also, my quality of life noticeably crashed when I stopped writefagging.

I just couldn't help but see myself as a sad, fat fuck that I am, writing what I think to be self-insert stories of how I wished my mediocre, loveless life should be going.

>>34940167
>>34940179
Negative. All polish surplus parts, except for whatever shit that motherfucker ordered "because it was a good deal."

I mean, really. I wrote down, on *physical paper*, my request. "Please replace the receiver with the one I have provided and, if necessary, acquire a new barrel to press and drill. Please keep all parts as original as possible."

It's not too bad, right? Was that an understandable request? Was it straightforward?

>>34940263
AH, so it's a... Tantal? Radom? Certainly an understandable request.

>>34940215
I'm curious to see the name behind this post...

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>>34940289
It was a project build from a parts polish surplus parts kit. Literally just...parts.

>>34940215
Which story is yours Anon..

>>34940324
You must have ordered from whatacountry.

>>34940179
>>34940263
Ah OK. The gas block threw me off. It looks like the ones on c39s and Ras rifles.

>>34939945
That gas block and fsb sure as shit is RAS-47/C39

>>34940791
>>34941005
Then that must be the "American made barrel, truinion (sic), rear gas block, front gas block, front sight" he mentioned that he needed to buy because "it was a good deal" to "save time" working on my gun he's had since /last fucking year/

>>34941032
Or that means he used your parts on another build and replaced it with shit he ordered online.

>>34941057
ugh, that is some fucking shit business practice.

>>34941073
>>34941057
Exactly why I posted the inventory sheet from their business. Have fun spreading the word about honeybadger

>>34941080
Well the shop is in California and since California and everything in it is trash, I wouldn't be dealing with them anyway.

>>34939945
>>34939937
>$350 for a $110 set of parts
https://www.apexgunparts.com/ras47-barrel-assembly-16-5-inch-length-7-62x39-unused-922-r-compliant.html
You got fucked

>>34941080
Wait, you're a califag too? My condolences. In any case, yeah, they fucked you hard.

>>34939945
>fucked front trunion rivets
>ras
That's a big piece of shit.

>>34939945
Got some better pics? It looks like he fucking welded the top two sets of rivets.

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>>34938367
>>34939891
>>34939937
>>34939945
>>34940263
>>34940324
>>34941032
>>34941057
>>34941073
>>34941080
>>34941085
>>34941110
>>34941112
>>34941151
>>34941244
J E W E D
E
W
E
D

>>34941257
I will when it gets here.

>>34941281
I am 100% aware. I was aware before you, or anyone you linked, pointed it out. I was aware before i had even posted the bullshit.

But thank you for pointing out the painfully obvious. That way, others will be able to see that I was charged more than the gun was worth in case they haven't been able to see for themselves. Thank you for providing such an invaluable service as you have, by providing detailed information that needed to be extracted and dissected before being presented in its purest form. Thank you for being you.

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>>34941390
>>34941281
I know. on an unrelated note, those cool acadia nights are beautiful aren't they?

>>34941470
Especially when you're far enough away from the cities to actually see the stars, yes.

>>34938367
El Paso?

>>34942339
Would you forgive me if I prefer to keep where I live private?

Anyway, close up of welds for >>34941257
Box just got here, and I don't have the heart to do an unboxing. It was just depressing.

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>>34942600
If i can fucking attach pics this time

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>>34942618
I'm guessing they're not supposed to look like that?

>>34942661
See that raised circle on the bottom left? That's the rivet. Those welds are indeed supposed to be rivets.

Fuck it. This thing gets a coat of oil, a range trip to zero it, and it goes in the fucking box until i have children and they grow old enough to use it.

>>34942618

you need to sue this guy,

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>>34942600
Okey. Sorry. Was hoping for an EP bro

>>34942677
Or you know, you can bring it back to him and tell him he's a fucking retard and if he doesn't fix it and do it right, the next time you come back it will be loaded.
Or you'll sue for theft by swindle.

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>>34938064

Who would you guys say are your top 5 favorite writers are? For me it would be
1.)JT/AT
2.)Keksodus
3.)RedFlameLily
4.)KvsW
5.)Construct

>>34942618
and any idea what process was used to make those welds? judging from how smooth they... kind of are... I guess it could be MIG? A couple small impressions on them lead me to believe that they could have been slag chipped, although that could just as easily be a cosmetic manifestation of a TIG process, so I can't say I'm certain. All I can say is that I think a rivet would probably have been stronger, though the weld MAY be quite strong depending on the process used... I hope this flaming fucktard didn't just fucking torch weld that shit on with some filler wire and then parkarize over it.

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>>34943510
1)JT/AT
2)KvsW
3)Construct
4)VampireWriteFag
5)Duke

I also think some credit is due Polybus's way, since without him making new threads, we'd die out, and just like the dude himself, Polybus abides.

>>34944154
>>34943510
wow... i dont even know how to respond to that, apart from thank you, obviously

>>34944587
You respond by writing more JT/AT, obviously.

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>>34944639
well, i'm currently in an apartment with the contents of a backpack, a matress and a ambush camoflage blanket, so it's not like i have other things to do

>>34943510
1. Construct (where the fuck are you? Need more Sophie/Anna)
2. RFL
3. KvsW
4. JT/AT
5. Roadanon (write damnit)

>>34943510
1)FALwritefag
2)10/22
3)construct
4)AT/JT
5)VEPR12

Construct any updates?

>>34944154
>I'm on a list
Looks like i gotta keep going.

Sorry to shit up the thread with "gunsmithing" gripes. I'm back to writing.

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>>34943381
Whatever do you mean?

>>34946646
dude blue board!

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>>34946662
>blue board
I WILL NOT HAVE BLUE BALLS, GODDAMMIT

>>34943510
/ko vs wild
Construct
Rechamberd
Vamp
JT/AT

WHERE THE FUCK IS GODDAMN CONSTRUCT, GET YOUR ASS IN HERE AND POST SOMETHING YOU DIRTY CHEKIST WHORE

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>>34946985
Life man...

Well, as promised, a quick update, though, not much. Life is picking up over here.

>previously, on recovery room:
One look to Duchess confirmed that her brain was stuck trying to process what just happened in front of her. The girl dressed in full military regalia was now a rifle with dark walnut finish, standing on its buttplate, facing Duchess almost as if in an inspection. Duchess looked to me questioningly, and I motioned for her to pick up the gun. So she did.

This was a point I was glad to have taught my wife how to use all of my guns, because she immediately proceeded to check and clear the bolt action. Satisfied that the chamber and magazine were empty, she continued to inspect the rest of the rifle gingerly, like it was a snake about to bite her if she moved too quickly. Completing her inspection, she once again closed the action and placed it back on the bottom, trying to stand it up. To her credit, it stayed for a few seconds before starting to lean. The rifle shifted to the girl, again in impeccable uniform, but she was leaning a bit at the shift and straightened herself. She looked in my wife’s eyes for a moment before speaking. “I hope that helps explain what I am, if not who.”

“It, uh, yeah. It answered, uh, some of them,” she stammered, “but you never did any of this beforehand.”
“Ladies,” I interrupted, “I hate to say it, but dinner is getting cold. And nobody likes cold gravy.” I stepped back to motion to the spread on the table, and Duchess moved around the soldier to take her place. I gestured to the other open spot directly across from Duchess for my gun to have a seat. I picked the side to Duchess’s right, and immediately poured some gravy on both the potatoes and the meatloaf.

“So,” my wife started, “since you’re obviously not a normal human, what exactly are you?” Food was passed around so that everyone had their chance to eat what they liked, and as we all readied our forks, the interrogation began.

>>34948007
“I am a gun. Springfield’s Model of 1903, third alteration, produced in 1942 by Smith-Corona.”

“That sounds a bit robotic, you know,” I said between bites.

“I am technically a machine.”

“But, you sit here, speaking with us, and are eating food. How?” Duchess always was the one to cut to the heart of the issue.

“That is true. I can understand why you think I am not real, or could not be. In essence, you probably don't believe I should even exist. Is this true?”

“It’s pretty damn close. Because I married this bonehead,” I smiled at her reference to my many shenanigans, “I can believe a lot of craziness, but those all have some logic involved. It literally doesn’t make sense to have a machine be so human and simultaneously...not.”

“Then you probably want to know why I am.”

“I…well, I sure as hell do,” I threw out.

“Right. I have no idea.”

“Well, that ma-WHAT?” I just about choked on the meatloaf.

"I do not know why I exist, only that I do. I wasn't born, but i was made. After being made, and learning that there was a difference in myself that wasn't mirrored in all other rifles, l found fulfillment in being a rifle. However, when I first started showing myself I was not, uh, a lot of people didn't like the fact that I existed. So I hid."

"You mean to say that people tried to kill you?" Duchess had paused a moment to take this in. Or maybe it was my meatloaf.

"No, not to kill me. They wanted to keep me for themselves; sometimes as a trophy, sometimes as a mistress. But no matter what, someone always wanted me until I went into hiding."

Duchess and I stared. Here was this woman, and God knows what she had been through because she was both woman and machine. Our eyes met briefly before I dug back into my mashed potatoes.

"By 'hiding', do you mean you let yourself only be seen as a gun?"

>>34948031
"Not just seen, but also heard. Duchess, do you remember when you touched my bolt upstairs, while you also held a beer?" She nodded the affirmative, but her mouth was full. "You could hear me speaking to your mind, and I could also hear you. When I hid, I made sure to keep my thoughts to myself. I could hear them, but they couldn't hear me. After enough time they forgot that I, as I am now, ever existed."

"That explains how you snuck out of the army," I musedt, "but how did you get here? How did you wind up in the civilian market, or even in my house for that matter?"

Her eyes brightened a little but then quickly faded. "I was sold off to a company called National Ordinance in the late 1950s because everyone, even the armorer, thought I was just another gun. We were parted out, swapped into new receivers, tooled back into serviceable condition, and finally sold back out as surplus guns."

"How did you stay in one piece?"

"I didn't. Remember, my body is nothing more than a collection of parts. Me, who I really am, is contained in the bolt."

"Are there more of you out there?" Duchess, ever thinking of the big picture. "Are there other guns like you out there?"

>>34948047
"Yes, and we call ourselves 'geists' after the German word-"

"For 'ghost'," I finished. "Don't look so surprised. We don't only speak English here."

"....right, and we aren't unknown. Do you remember the stories of people naming their rifles?"

"I heard about that in some boot camp stories. I never understood....wait."

"Exactly. In order to try and get us to show ourselves, people would name us and treat us like a person. Sometimes they would be a confidant, or to help with some mental health issue by just listening to the ramble of talk. We aren't exactly common, but we aren't unicorns, either."

I leaned back in my chair and mulled over this new information. Duchess was still slowly eating, but I could tell she was also processing everything behind her green eyes. There was something she was trying to word the right way, from what I could see.

"That doesn't explain how you wound up on sale at a price that my husband couldn't believe."

>to be continued

So, dinner is underway, exposition is happening, backstory is on the way, and I'm moving closer to the endpoint.

Thanks for sticking with me so far.

Anyone have thoughts? Comments? Clarifications?

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Always thought this image was a good take on the idea of a "geist".

There, but not-there.

>>34948117
I'm not sure what you mean. Tempest a great though

>>34948066
Yeeees, finally we get some moar

>TFW try to write and end up just braindraining to vaporwave repeatedly.
FUCK IT! WE'LL DO IT LIVE!

9:26 AM
>Marina found herself looking on the house she'd left uninhabited for approximately two weeks. She found it as unsurprising as anything else that the truck was gone. Town being what it was, though that complicated things, particularly in the neighborhood. Though with a large portion of the neighbors still there, the number of thefts outside what was ostensibly her property seemed to be rather small. Nonexistent in fact.
>Before anything else, she unlocked the door, dropped her bags and her kit, and dressed rather informally, settling on a pair of chocolate chip pattern pants and a red tee shirt. though something seemed to be off, the dresser maybe just a little bit emptier of Jason's clothing than it should have been.
>At this prospect Marina found herself disturbed, catching a quick, cold shower for only a couple minutes to wash away the haze and grime of the past two weeks quickly, and bring her mind into focus.
>Duress was one thing, the way it could seep into one's mind and linger for long periods could alter a view of one's surroundings for a long period, though it didn't dismiss the absence of previously present items. It was time to pay Henry and Carilyn McCarthy a visit and ask if they saw anything.
>As she exited the house, she noticed that something was off, a dark object in the corner was absent, but what was it? There'd be time for that later.

Mary's Diner. 9:35 AM
>"So, Jason, how have you been?"
"I can't say I'm sure what to tell you."
>"Oh, really? Because I find it strange how I give you that information about that woman and you disappear for two months."
"Huh. I think I remember it now. Gal named... Victoria, was it?"
>"Why, yes. I'd heard that she walked someone out in a medical litter on a flight to Mexico. That someone happen to be you?"
"Painful couple months. You know, you get battered but that doesn't compare to YOUR methods, Tim."

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>>34949507
>his name is Tim

>>34949507
>"MY methods you say?"
"Yeah, seems you guys invented a good way of doing things, if not just a popular way."
>"That sounds terrible. What do you remember of the last two months?"
"Well, I remember her visiting me regularly in the hospital room, having such positive things to say about my feelings for her, how good I've always been to her. Maybe a bit misguided."
>"Oh, THOSE methods. Now that makes all the sense in the world, she does have something of a reputation for being a sweetheart to men she catches if they look handsome enough."
>At about this time a waitress had come up to the table, a dirty blonde haired woman with softly expressed facial features, clad in a pink jacket over a somewhat dressy shirt, with a form fit pick skirt going down to her knees and a white apron. A polite smile crossing her face as she took this gap in the conversation to call attention to herself.
>"Excuse me, gentlemen? Are you ready to order?"
>"Sure," Tim answered in an image of absolute professional politesse that would fool anyone who didn't know better, before turning to me "Jason, I recommend the-"
"If you recommend it, just order it, I got a trap to watch, and if I spend all day here, the animal's gonna get in and out before I get back."
>"Okay, will do. I guess we'll get two orders of the breakfast special."
>"Coming right up, sir." The woman responded, scribbling the order down on a notepad for a hot second before walking off to another table.
>"Little curt today, are we?" Tim asked, furrowing his brow smugly.
"She used YOUR methods. If your department was run by anything you'd call professionals I might have something worth remembering for the last two months. You really screwed the pooch."
>"My, my. What else is new?"
"How she cries out in pain as she strikes you?"
>"Hehehe. Good one. I take it she's a screamer?"
"You'll have to enunciate better. When you speak, all I hear is cities burning, nightmares crying and dogshit wearing deoderant."

>>34949579
>"A fair criticism. Though in all honesty I can take no credit for it. These developments came long before my time."
"Yeah, they did. Back in the labs of Princeton where every program director's niece or nephew just HAPPENS to be best friends with or related to an influential personality or person in the developments of sixties folk and rock music."
>"Haha, guilty!" Time chuckled, seeming to genuinely enjoy some friendly yet sharp banter directed at 'the company' "While we're on the subject, would you mind explaining something to me?"
"Anytime."
>"Here's you're order's gentlemen." the waitress from earlier stated, placing the dishes down and walking away.
>A few seconds passed as Tim looked over and tracked her back into the kitchen.
>"A good thing she came and left when she did." he said from under a sly grin before producing a yellow envelope "Now, mind explaining the contents of this envelope to me? I find it rather perplexing."
>As he handed the envelope over to me, I read the small tag on the corner, it's barcode and stamped black logo, stationary evidently of the central intelligence agency, the tag on the envelope read "Asset file: Jason Rogers."
"I don't know the meaning of this, but lets see if we can deduce something from it." I remarked, bending the small sheet metal tabs up and opening the envelope, a small packet of contents detailing an "active asset." coming out of it. Reading through the reports while eating, I couldn't help but feel several pieces of information present in the packet were... inaccurate. Maybe an accounting scheme?
>Something enshrouded in the guise of the "black budget?" The big no questions asked money packet?
>Physical reports, birthday, federal database numbers, Information on next of kin... the last could certainly be useful. Treatment schedule? Effective as of September 2017? Preliminary testing deployment scheduled December 13, 2017? Something was definitely off.
"Where did you get this?"

>>34949698
>"I asked for information and mentioned your name. This is what came down."
"You see, the part that concerns me is how little of this I can actually remember. It's been coming back to me, but I'm still a bit shaky."
>"So, level with me, we're you out on assignment?"
"Not at all. I haven't talked to anyone from the agency... ever, so far as I know. Well, apart from you. I don't get assignments, you give me equipment and I use it for what you might call personal projects."
>"That was the arrangement, yes. But my concern lies in the fact that you're listed as a known active asset."
"That's a bit concerning to me, though it explains some of the things I remember a little bit more than I'm comfortable with."
>"Suppose you explain to me just how you ended up down there."
"Alright. Let's see if I can recount that. If I can even remember."
>"Let's go back to our last meeting. Must've been about... June fourth?"
"Around there. I get the team together the day we met and we staged a raid on a warehouse, particularly, the one she's said to be at, as per your intel."
>"So, continuing on..."
"We come to the warehouses and we see this woman. She carries a gold damascened hi-point. One of the most gawdy and unflattering guns I've ever seen. Well, they drag out this dude and shoot him. SHE shoots him. In the face."
>"Interesting. It seems an FBI agent who was poking around at the time turned up like that. Guy named Ted Harris. Ring any bells?"
"I don't know if it was him. I couldn't be of help there."
>"Continue."
"So we're stacked up, ready to go, when I catch this guard coming to alert and dump a good burst into him. Everyone's on alert after that, no question. So we start to push through. I find myself clearing a topside room in the warehouse. I moved to break a light at the back of it when BOOM, there's a thud and a concussion and the whole thing collapses. Next thing I know, SHE's in the hospital room pawing at me."

>I fell asleep right after posting
>none of my updates were saved to my source file
>if i didn't post i would have lost everything
Holy shit

>>34949779
>"Hell of a story." He said, Finishing off his breakfast. "So, what are you doing after all this?"
"I don't know. I've opened the box, destroyed most of the contents. Now all that's left to do is close it, I guess."
>"So. You want to finish this thing."
"Yeah. Maybe that's not what your friends in the office want, since I can see a number of ways this would be beneficial to them, particularly since the product that these people pump out is competing with theirs for revenue, and we all know the company's main stream of it lies there, but to leave it at this? It'd just feel unfinished. Unsatisfying."
>The day kept on and the breeze was shot until soon enough, we looked up and it was nearly eleven in the morning.
>After we got our check, we headed out and I began my trip home, after all, I wasn't lying, I had someone to wait on and I might have missed her if I stayed around too long.
>The sound of the old music played on the radio was rather nice, it felt good to listen to some relatively low fidelity recordings of the singers of yesteryear, what some might call "The good old days" was pretty nice.
>Before I knew it, or rather... before I know what I was doing or where I was going, I found myself, as though by reflex, I found myself in the drive way, a slight weary grin on my face.
>Dismounting the Truck, I found a general sense of electricity lingered in the air as I unlocked the door to the house and began my walk into the interior. Why this electricity was to hang in the air was not known to me... and then. I felt it.

>>34949543
Kek. I can finish this later, when I'm NOT about to be under shit loads of scrutiny because I'm up at six am for whatever fucking reason again.

>>34949932
I want to ask...
You switched it up from third person to first person. Was that intentional?

I only noticed it recently, within >>34949698 where Tim handed Jason an envelope and you wrote "as he handed the envelope over to me," and continued in the first person from there.

>>34950006
I try to tell in first person with MC and with anyone like a deuteragonist or another perspective I switch to third.

>>34949932
>"Hell of a story."
Heck of a shotgun...

>>34938967
Yvette
Isabelle
Ginette
Christine

>>34938967
Marie
Elise
Amelie
Jeanne

>>34939033
>Jean
a man's name with that spelling
>Amelia
no Frenchman/woman would spell it that way, try "Amelie"
>Nadine
>Giselle
these sound French enough

Thoughts on this setup?
>Deimos is a primary port going from Earth to the outer Solar System
>Mars is strategic as a big fortress and has a shitton of laser batteries in orbit and on the ground (thin atmosphere lets them shoot through it)
>as such, UN/ Earth forces have been keeping the independant Martian government on a tight leash by restricting imports if necessary and keeping a large military presence in orbit and on the ground
>so basically the martian government is a puppet government of earth that the population mostly dislikes
>this lead to a number of Martian militias trying to kick UN forces off the planet
>but the UN powers aren't fully unified and want the port of Deimos to themselves, so they fund Martian rebel elements in proxy wars on the surface because no one really wants to blow the most valuable port in the system up
>the martian surface doesn't have full transport networks set up between cities and relies on convoys ferrying stuff to and from launch sites, meaning surface militias conduct ambushes during dust storms and at night
>also off-world rebel groups now fund the martian rebels or something
thoughts? I know it's not the most original setting out there but I kind of wanted to create something where I can have spehss muhreens and spehss rebels on mars.

>>34936989
I have been doing a short stories series about a special forces group that deals with paranormal threats...I Could post the first story here slowly over time if anyone wanted to read it....Im not a great typer though. Its a American group that falls under the DOD and was founded in 1969...im still working on lore stuff.

>>34939033
>Jean...
Jean Reno
>Nadine...
Ok, that passes.
>elle...
elegant
>Amelia...
No thanks, I prefer if my older sister WASN'T watching over me, and that's German... at least I'm sure it's German, though we might both just have anglo names.
>Giselle
How is that pronounced?
>>34953934
>Marie
Yeah, that's a cute one.
>Elise
Also top tier
>third
same reason as before.
>Jeanne
Would that be pronounced like gene?
Bretty gud. Famas on wall gets name.

>>34954271
>Would that be pronounced like gene?
no, not "Jiin", more like "Ji-aan"

>>34954271
Amelie
Georgette
Perrine

>>34954415
>Georgette
>Perrine
someone has watched Strike Witches

nothing wrong with that, just making an observation

>>34954429
Hate to say it but shows like that are where I get most names I think of.

>>34942618
hope you paid with a credit card so you can chargeback that retard

>>34946646
the pic is changed, was just a few parts with no explanation.

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super touched by the guys who liked my stuff, so i'm sorta putting in a new gear. Working right now

So. Yeah. This is "long ago" as far as humans are concerned.
1944.

Wait. Let me explain. I'm a tank. Well, not a nortmal tank, and not human. But I have a human form. She's kind of homely. Short, overmuscled, and not at all nice. But that works, cause I am an experimental M4A3E2. So a short, fireplug looking woman who can curl a Buick Century is kind of fitting.

At some point some conehead decided to slap me with some crazy magic armor. "Mith-Rill". I have plates of it all over my already absurd armor. Means I bounce all kinds of stuff. But wait there's more!

Slapping this wacky shit on me infected me with sentience, and a "body" .

Kay, so I have a freaky midget dwarf
*ELF! you troglodite!*

Yeah , whatever, "Elf" infesting my hide.

And to cap it off, I was fitted with an autoloader, made by a shoe company.

Sometimes it even works!

And now,I'm tasked with killing ALL the weird thigs thrown at me by the Krauts.

My commander is a drunken aeronautical engineer who got fired from every airplane factory in the war, because of his fetisch for "turbines", My gunner is a myopic mormon kid from way north Arizona who loves to kill first and pray later,and my driver once placed high in the Inandianopolis race of 33. He has two throttle poisitons. "Off" and "Pushing through the floor"..

I'd kill myself, but I'm a geist, shackled with a fuckling dwarf, 40,000 pounds of armor, ans a crew of broken but honest men.

" I'm an ELF you bitch!"..

(Keep jabbering midget...)

posting for the umpteenth time. Ideas and critique welcome

https://pastebin.com/u/FLongis

>>34954141
Id read it

>>34956637
>https://pastebin.com/u/FLongis
Liked them all, but as far as the KW stuff, consider a "recalled" Super-Pershing.

>>34956832
I've thought about it, but the Pershing saw so much combat in various forms that it doesn't really suit my vehicle selection in terms of obscurity. That being said, the 1940-1960 time span is definitely the place I like to write from.

>>34954175
Post it. More writers and stories are always welcome. More grammatically knowledgeable people here can give you pointers.

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>>34955448
Tanks and elves you say...

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Sorry for going so long without any sort of status update, or update on Damaged Goods; things are still crazy, but I think I am past the bulk of the work now. Still not out of the woods yet, but I can see the end of this crazy project. Only now caught up on the past two threads.

>People defending a drunk Anna in the last thread
That was honestly adorable to me...

>>34943510
>>34944154
>>34944719
>>34944764
>>34946933
Thanks for the motivation, guys. Gives me warm fuzzies knowing I am among some peoples favorite writers. It really helps.

>>34945647
>>34946985
Again, sorry for the lack of updates, but the lingering interest in the story is more than enough to motivate me to keep going when I get the time.

I have been brainstorming on shorts as well as exactly how to write out the next update for Damaged Goods while I work, so at least I have that going for me, but for now, I gotta sleep ... I'm so, so tired... Thanks again everyone.

>gyrojet

I'm going to fuckin' splooge.

Working on Pistol Problems now
Next Jupari Park Ranger Anon
I swear I'll try to hurry ;-;

>>34955448
Ohhh, here we go...

>>34958731
Huh. Now that is interesting

Still alive, just really busy with real life. Gonna try to get pen to paper soon and get the next part of "They do not realize" out

>>34944764
Thanks for the support, means a lot.

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>>34955448
>NOW WE'RE GETTING INTO IT

>>34954141
I was having thoughts early on in the thread's history of writing a story about Martian warfare, except Earth isn't a factor except for maybe a few supply drops, and due to scarcity of resources, it basically devolves into WWI-style trench warfare using high caliber bolt guns and jerrybuilt vacuum suits.

>>34956118
I like living in the future...

a message from colonel Pajari to high command on September 1st 1941: "Finnish Army has today conducted the Shelling of Mainila"

(Shelling of Mainila was a false-flag operation conducted by NKVD in the border town of Mainila on November 26th where Soviets shelled their own troops in order to get an excuse to back out of the non-agression agreement between Finland and USSR)

>>34959772
*November 26th 1939

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Just a little one off.
November 16, 2287.
>The time since I emerged from the vault has been turbulent.
>Time to mourn the loss of the wife to the invaders of the vault, even over three weeks later, has been scarce. This place. The commonwealth, gives me plenty to think about in the mean time.
>Exploring the ruins of a metro station, I peer into an elevator while the semi useless junkie I've picked up as a traveling companion and had "watching my back" pipes up about the security of the facility.
>"I don't know..." She start's before pausing mid sentence with a pensive look around the room "... it might look safe, but I'm keeping me GUUUN handy." she finishes, as though that statement actually merited voicing.
>Sometimes I think to myself I wouldn't put up with her if that ghoul was still around. Too bad he felt so friendly toward me that he overdosed on psycho and keeled over.
>Just then, I raise my M-16 as I open an elevator door, expecting that I might find a feral. What greets me is even less exciting.
>A skeleton lies in a heap on the floor of the elevator. Next to here, and I know it's a "her" because of the mint green dress she wears, is a Glock 20. IN PERFECT CONDITION.
"Hey, Cait. What about these Glocks do you think makes them so corrosion resistant that they just sit in this elevator for two hundred years without rusting through?"
>"I don't know, have at it. I always hated that technical stuff anyway."
>With a sigh and the thought of "of course you don't, you fucking knuckle dragging troglodyte." I pick up the pistol and continue.

Does Trijicon still make the old TA01 acogs? Or any with a similar reticle? I miss the old crosshairs that weren't FUCKING CHEVRONS!

too long to post here but I thought you autistic nagant humpers might appreciate the last thing I put up

www.cantkill.me

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>reading gun control articles for rage inducing shits and giggles
>leftist normies can't figure out why we love our weapons so much
>mfw I think about it and can't actually explain it either
>it just seems so natural to me, to be surrounded with guns and ammunition

>>34961223
wonder what a sane human being has to say about all this

>hurricane heading towards me
Options
1. Head to high ground
2. WINTESS ME
...
Hmmmm

>>34961254
>>34961223
Bump for interest...

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>>34962287

>>34962287
we need the screencap of the thread about /k/ defeating a hurricane with like, all the nuggets ever made

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>>34962287
It was a tornado but in theory it would work on both.

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>>34962401
from xkcd

>What would happen if you exploded a nuclear bomb in the eye of a hurricane? Would the storm cell be immediately vaporized?

This question gets submitted a lot.
It turns out the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration—the agency which runs the National Hurricane Center—gets it a lot, too. In fact, they’re asked about it so often that they’ve published a response.
I recommend you read the whole thing, but I think the last sentence of the first paragraph says it all:

“Needless to say, this is not a good idea.”

It makes me happy that an arm of the US government has, in some official capacity, issued an opinion on the subject of firing nuclear missiles into hurricanes.

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Update soon, fellow stalkers!

>>34964340
>continuing from
>>34923342
>casefile 8 CONT'D

Dave knocked on the window, causing Chris to stir. She rolled down the window, rubbing her eyes. “Hmm… what is it? Did you find them?”

“Yeah I… I found them…”

She sat up a bit straighter, noticing his expression. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing it’s just…”

“Just what?”

“Just that… this line of work keeps finding new ways to surprise me…”

“Don’t be vague, tell me what’s up.”

“The operators. One’s a man. One’s a girl.”

“So?”

“A *little* girl.”

There was a moment of delay, followed by a flat “What.”

“Uh-huh. And the man… eh… you might recognize him…” She was about to ask him what he meant when he waved his hand. “Eh… let’s just go introduce you,” he said, stepping away from the window and heading back. She climbed out and followed him.

>>34964541

Arriving back at Kris’s table, Dave found himself somehow even more bewildered than when he left, for he was only gone for a scant two minutes and the man had somehow been able to suck down the entirety of the food that had been in front of him.

Kris patted his stomach a couple of times when he saw Dave walking back. “Ahhh. That hit the spot.” After stretching, he stood up and immediately offered his hand to Chris.

Dave stood between them, still just as bewildered a before. “So, uh, Chris meet Kris, and uh… vice versa.”

“Nice to officially meet you.”

“The pleasure’s mine… Dave said I might recognize you, but…”

“Well, not like this. You’d recognize me if I had a balaclava and a plate carrier on.”

It didn’t seem to register with her until Dave leaned over and whispered something into her ear, upon which she seemed to become incensed. “You!”

Kris grinned. “Uh-huh, me!”

“You’re the guy!”

“I’m the guy!”

“Why the fuck did treat you me like that? Like I was a terrorist or something?”

“You’re referring to the bag treatment? Oh, no that’s just how I say hello,” he retorted with the most shit-eating smirk humanly possible.

>>34964546

Chris turned to Dave. “I’m not working with this asshole.”

“Chris, please…”

“Listen here, young lady,” said Kris, stepping forward. His voice was lowered and there was a much more serious expression on his face. “That was because you were in an entrenched position and we didn’t want to have to goad you out of there by getting the police involved. If I were to have actually treated you like a terrorist, you would know it. Trust me on that.”

There were a few moments of tense silence between the two similarly named people, before the man’s daughter stepped between them and piped up. “Ooookay, introductions out of the way, we should maybe tell them all about the reason for them even being here, right papa?”

Kris stepped back and patted the girl on her head. “Of course, pigeon.”

“Papaaa! Not in front of people!” she protested, bringing a smile back to the man’s face.

Kris took a breath and looked back up at Dave. “You can talk some sense into her, or not. Either way we’re headed to a safehouse we established nearby. Follow us if you like.” With that, the odd pair retired, heading to their car.

“Fuck… come on, honey, let’s just follow them there.”

“I already said-”

“I know what you already said,” he replied, grabbing her arm. “But we’re here to do a job, so you’ll just have to bear with it, okay? When we get there you can sort it out with him if you like, or you can avoid him.” When he received no response, he continued. “This is our first official gig with these guys. We want to look good, right?”

She took several deep breaths. “Right…”

“Then let’s follow them.”

>>34964558

The drive there was uneventful, and not too far as it turned out. The safehouse was also a literal house, situated in one of the nearby suburban subdivisions. A quaint little bungalow, it was furnished in much the same was as the one Dave remembered Morrigan bringing him to. Cots in the bedrooms, aluminum tables, mini fridges with drinks and frozen foodstuffs.

Kris had the incoming pair bring their bags inside, and instructed them on which room they could use to sleep. Then be brought them back out into the main living room, and sat down on a folding chair. His daughter was sitting cross-legged on the floor beside him with a disassembled AR, cleaning it. Dave sat across the room from him, while Chris leaned against a nearby wall.

“First order of business, I want you two to know that it wasn’t random chance that you got assigned to me. I specifically asked for you guys to help us on this op.”

“Why us?” asked Chris, folding her arms. “You had to guess I wouldn’t have a very favorable opinion of you based on our first encounter.”

“Yes, but I’m hoping we can remedy and move past that. And there’s also the matter with you guys being the new kids on the block, you might be a little… overwhelmed… at first. There’s a lot of scary shit out in the world, and it’s of course our job to keep it all in check.”

“Again, I’ll ask, why us?”

“Morrigan thinks you have potential. And… I’ll be honest, I’m a little impressed myself. You two have only been doing this for about a year, and you’ve stirred up a massive amount of shit.”

Chris’s expression softened a bit, and Dave raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Really?”

“Yes, really. With that being said, let me temper your moods by saying this: the two of you have stirred up a MASSIVE amount of shit. And we’ve had to deal with it.”

“Oh…”

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>>34964566

Kris nodded. “Uh-huh. Wiping out an entire population of Michigan Dogmen and unbalancing the local supernatural ecosystem. Shooting one of the rarest, and perhaps most peaceful varieties of Bigfoot, right in the head. Killing a Wendigo’s corporeal form, thereby releasing the ancient cannibalistic spirit contained within so it could go and possess another unlucky bastard out in the wilderness. And then your coup de grace, burning down a forest to kill a Skinwalker. MY. Skinwalker.”

Dave furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”

“That was MY kill. I was literally twenty miles away when I saw this huge wall of smoke just blotting out the fucking sun. First time anyone gets to kill a Skinwalker in decades and you guys stole it from me.”

“Oh… uh… sorry?”

Kris was looking genuinely broken up about his missed opportunity, but took a breath and recomposed himself. “But, it’s alright. The past is the past. Bygones are bygones. Right, Chris?”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, sure.”

“Great. I want this to be, above all else, a learning experience. Cool?”

Dave and Chris nodded in response.

“You’re going to be learning on the job, while we hunt a very dangerous sort of prey.”

“What?”

“Vampires.”

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>>34964590
>CASEFILE 8 TO BE CONT'D

thoughts/comments/criticisms/insults/accusations of faggotry welcome as always

>>34960431
I love it.
I fully intended to continue lurking these threads and write nothing but now I have to.

>>34964600
>dat recap
Holy shit, i need to start reading from the beginning.

I only started reading around the giant boar, and only then because i knew a dude that actually killed a boar the way you had Chris do it.

>>34965567
check the sticky thats where all the stuff is

>>34957600
No problem tovarish, just write something when you can

>>34964600
Wait what? Peaceful? It almost raped Dave!

>>34966909

oh ffs /k/

https://youtu.be/dHQATbhEzaE
Here, have some AJS-37 stuff from DCS while you wait.

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>>34965567
yeah, apparently according to some, you're missing out if you haven't read the whole thing. that's just what I've heard, though.

>>34966268
shhhhh, he doesn't remember that, and Chris never told him........

>>34954333
Nope it's a fla "a" sound. like the 'a' in "paste".
Try iy on googletranslate, you'll understand

For other names, well, a time-period would be nice to have. Because nowadays the kids have TV-series tier names like "Noelys", "Jessica", "Naomie".
For "cliché-soundiung" french names, you'll have to go back to at least 1970s.

Then depending on social status, you can have very different ones. You could have a girl from a well-off christian family named "Baptistine" and one from a worker's family named "Simone".

If you need more, I'll be happy to help.
Composed names are also quite frequent here. Marie-Jeanne, Marie-Elise, Anne-Charlotte... But they denote a quite bourgeois background.

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>>34969036
oui oui baguette? omelette du fromage, merci beaucoup!
>in seriousness, thanks frenchbro, 10/10 was educated

>>34969036
When you say "bourgeois" do you mean the original meaning of "people who do skilled work for a living" or do you mean the commie meaning of "rich people?"

>>34969036
>Nope it's a fla "a" sound. like the 'a' in "paste".
>Try iy on googletranslate, you'll understand
the point here wasn't the choise of vowels but the consonant

>>34938367
elgin texas?

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this one is for BumpAnon

>>34969070
It could be both, but it lost most of the original meaning in france. Calling someone a bourgeois today is qualifying him/her as someone coming from a rich or well-connected family, having "old" manners and speaking patterns.

Most of us say "on" to speak of a group (which is a 3rd person for verbs) whereas most that could be "bourgeois" would use "nous" (which is "we" in english). To put it shortly, they speak written french.

But well, anybody is a bourgeois for someone else.

>>34969082
Ah sorry. It's just that I hear so many anglophones speaking english'ied version of french names. Didn't want to sound rude.

>>34969094
no fucking way

>>34954333
>>34969036
I thought it was john with a drunk slur

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Alright... I'll be finishing bloodstream today if I can avoid falling into a coma.

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>>34969168
AH, gotcha.

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>mfw want to write but have only slept maybe 12 total hours in the past week

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>>34969094
Much appreciated

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>>34971504
thanks for keeping threads alive and putting them out of their misery when the time comes too

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>>34971578
Someone's gotta do the dirty work.

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i'll try post soon, promise

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>tfw AI waifus might be a thing before I even get to write my story about them

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Updates migth drop tomorrow, previus thread is still on the archive

>normie shit needs to be done tomorrow

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>>34975138
>tfw you will never flirt with your qt3.14 F35 AI on the long flights between base

THE COMA IS A FUCKING CUNT!

>>34976396
>Norwegian F-35
the Norden has been contaminated!

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>>34975138
With what money?

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Hey everyone, long time no read. How has everyone been? Long story short, my wife and I worked out our differences for the most part and we are still together thankfully. Not to go into details but it was about having kids and such. In other good news, I have started back writing and actually manage to get an entire chapter done in on sitting, much to my own surprise. You can read it along with the previous three here in the link. As per usual, please give me constructive criticism and suggestions, I want to get better. Longer chapters, shorter ones, more description with the characters etc etc. You won't hurt my feelings gang. Looking forward to catching up on peoples stories! Hitting the bed now as it's nearly midnight where I am right now. Goodnight everyone! I'll check the thread tomorrow.

https://pastebin.com/u/AKManon

>>34977242
Glad to see you back! This update was good, and I'll be looking forward to more!

>>34976517
lel

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Did anyone else have the dream where you use the large caliber revolver to shoot aligators in the face at cose to point blank range in order to save the puppies because it's raining and the bar near the swamp only had a big ass revolver? Had it, woke up, found this on youtube. I'm sorry I fell to the coma, please forgive me. Hey, on an unrelated not, are there any RELIABLE magnum automatics in production anymore? https://youtu.be/vDqmi4ID8SI

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>>34936989
Hey /wtf/, for anyone who hasn't gotten this book yet it's going for free over the weekend (August 26th-27th). It was written back in March for /k/, a novelette around 16,500 words long, has a fuck-ton of guns, a dude named Ivan, and EEEEEEEE! Probably going to be writing a sequel for it soon, and as it turns out it's my most popular non-Living amongst the Dead book (the series of which I've released the 5th instalment about a week ago).

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

Like I said, it's free, have at it. My first book, Living amongst the Dead, is also free if you're interested. A zombie book based in Canada, so the firearms seen will be ones that are common in Canada. In the last book (LatD: Will there be no Reprieve), an SVT-40 finally showed up, and an SKS has been present since the 2nd book. M1911s are popular in Canada too and the protagonist has his throughout the series.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M7S2Z0R

BOTH FREE! LatD just today (26th), FV over the weekend (26th and 27th)

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>Mfw I keep getting new story ideas but I don't want to start anything else until I finish some of what I'm already writing
>Mfw not even enough free time to do that since I'm working and going to school full-time
>Mfw my free time is just for sleeping now

>>34977506
Glad you liked it.

>>34977242
ohhhh, hello there!

>>34979773
Thanks for giving my update a read. I really think I should start posting the actual story in the thread instead of just the link. Might get more views.

>>34979310
I had a dream which had me hunting a mountain lion in my back yard with a 44mag Redhawk. My gun, of course, did no damage. Then the mountain lion chased me back inside my house with a 1911.

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The depot was crammed full of people. Those who wanted to try their luck with the tanks, those who just wanted to help, and several hundred who were making ad hoc MRLS systems to be mounted on cars and trucks, in the style of the old soviet Katyusha rocket artillery. The place was buzzing with life, as anything in fighting condition would be sent west in a day or two, to face the predicted arrival

You were eating three or four servings of the sludge that passed for food here and lazily looked at the people walking around or eating “food”

“So, come on. What have i missed?”

Wendy tries to speak, with her mouth stuffed full of food and does manage to get some sounds that can pass for words out. To no surprise to anyone, it wasn't leading her anywhere. But instead of swallowing, Wendy keeps eating and trying to talk at the same time, despite her inability to talk properly. But you sort of understand what she says after the fourth or fifth time

The gist of it was lot of resources in all shapes and sizes were relocating to Utah. The information in the landing had spread like wildfire to everyone, especially people of fighting age. But Wendy made it clear that most were moving to Salt Lake city, about 70 miles and a small mountain range east of the flats themselves. A place much safer than Wendover, situated at the westernmost edge of the flats

‘So…’

Wendy started, still with food in her mouth

‘Salt lake city is 3 to 4 hours of drive away at tank speed from the flats. Do remember the flats are massive, 50 miles wide for the most part’
“It will be interesting, since most guns can fire a lot further than the effective range”
‘Yeah, it’s a very strange situation because of the flatness of it all. And-’

Wendy takes another spoonful of food and starts chewing

‘-Most old tank guns will work just as well as artillery pieces. Just load HE and fire away. I think even the shermans can get rounds away five or six miles”
“Interesting…”

You look at Wendy with confusion as she went for a third portion of food

‘What?’
“You eat for three people”
‘Whatever. But… what i find deliciously intriguing the your relationship to Lily’
“That was a bit sudden”
‘Yes… the intrigue… you’re both creatures with too much pride to take the first closing step, i think’
“Why do you interest yourself with this”
‘Romcoms get boring after a while’

She leans in and lower her voice to make sure no one around heard her

‘My kind either die quickly or live long. I have to do something with my time’
“Riiight…”
‘For instance, it would actually surprise me if Lily just spend her days in the tank’
“Whatever, Miss romcom expert, what do I do then?”
‘So you do want to get back with her?’
“I'm not sure. There is still-”
‘Ahhh, i get it. You want her crawling back to you?’
“Uhh… Well...”
‘Okay, you want to be with her, but don't want to look bad. And you are expecting Lily to crawl?’
“Well, not exactly-”
‘So!’

Wendy was getting excited

‘If you want her to come back, you have to do something really impressive. And this isn't your high-school crush or anything, this is a Nibelung, which raises the level. Significantly’
“We have to get to Utah either way. And to give me just a bit better odds, i'm probably gonna have to take that Miami vice car off you. If memory serves, they had a Testarossa, or a 512”
‘What's that?’ Wendy asked as she gulped down the last of her food
“Ferrari Testarossa. That and the 512 are basically the same, but at different model years”
‘Ohhh, that's the car, right?’

You groan heavily and bury your face in your hands

“Yes Wendy, Ferrari makes cars”

With that, the two of you left the cafeteria and headed away. The garages and the workshops were crammed full of M60 Main battle tanks, from little repairs and topping up engine oil to full assault gun conversions. One had even lost most of the upper chassis for a gigantic 8 inch artillery gun

There was also an endless rocket production. Some were homemade, but but many were also all different kinds of rockets the army used. From Hydra rocket pods to massive, 700 lbs, 270 mm artillery rockets

Wendy took you through the big workshop and crawled in under her MBT-70, which was cleverly parked over a little hole with a ladder in it. Despite her sizeable bust and hips, she managed to crawl in under and through the hole. You follow her, climbing into absolute darkness

“Uhh…”
‘If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands!’
“What”
‘Come on, that was funny…’

Wendy claps her hands twice and the lights slowly flicker on

“Clappers are the biggest fad in history”
‘Says the Honda driver’
“What does that have to do with anything?”
‘Shush now, and behold, the Ferrari Testarossa!”

Wendy pulls a big white sheet to reveal a low, wide sportscar underneath. Body painted in white, just like the Testarossa from Miami vice

‘Now that’s what a car looks like, take your little riceburner and the the fuck outta here’
“Wendy, you don’t actually know much about cars, do you?”
‘Not really, but you said it was a Testarossa’
“Not this one, this is a Fiero with a body kit”
‘What does that mean’
“It’s not a Ferrari, it’s a Pontiac”
‘Is that bad?’
“...”
‘What’
“Wendy, as a friend i’m gonna tell you to stick with tanks, okay?”

Wendy sneezes and crosses her arms, giving you a chance to look around. Next to the Fiero there were a few other cars, all covered by white sheets. The other end of the room was lined with file cabinets. And a safe.

“Is this Benson’s stuff?”
‘Yep’
“Can you open that safe?”
‘Sorry, don’t know the code’

It Would be pointless trying to open it. A dial with 50 numbers, and large handle. that would be 125000 combinations, if it had the classic two turn pattern for the dial

“Well we’re not getting in there”
‘What a shame, i enjoy digging around in other people's stuff’
“Speaking of, what about the other cars?”
‘Bleh, bought them online, probably all shit anyway’

You shrugged, and stepped up to the next car, pulling the sheet off. Another Kit car, this time masquerading as a Ferrari Daytona cabriolet, also featured in Miami vice

“How much did you pay for this?”

Wendy didn't answer, instead opting to look smugly back at you

“I’m not even gonna ask. Or even why you bought all this”
‘It’s like the best show ever!’

You sigh heavily as you pull the sheet off the third car. This one wasn’t a kit

‘You still breathing Anon?’
“Yeah… barely”

Back at the Old guard, Miranda slept calmly on the floor of the M60A2. Having a very small frame had its advantages, very few could actually sleep inside the cover of the tank, and she had not really moved from it since the Old guard arrived in Salt Lake City the day prior

Miranda rolled around in her pile of blankets, and didn't want to get up at all. She settled for second best, digging out her ancient, but original Nintendo DS and having another go at that one Advanced wars level she couldn’t quite beat. That meant she could technically be awake without having to leave her “bed”. She kept rolling around making those little keening and almost groaning noises a little girl might do when the time to leave the bed is approaching but the will isn't quite there.

At last, the mirage of the comfortable cocoon of soft and warmth was shattered by banging on one of the turret hatches

+ Wait a minute!

Miranda scrambled around inside the tank to put on at least a T-shirt to make herself somewhat presentable.

+ Yeah?
‘It’s me, Helen’
+ Oh. What can i do for you c-commander?
‘Need to speak with you. In private’
+ I’m alone in here. You can go in if you want to

Miranda waits a few seconds for the hatch to open. Helen slides in gracefully, or rather with as much grace as it is possible to enter a tank with. She had actually taken her shoes off, as she knew Miranda tried to keep the inside as clean as it could be.

+ Why do you want to speak with me, miss commander
‘While i appreciate that someone actually calls me that, you don’t have to. Neither do you have to be afraid of me. Okay?’

Miranda nodded

‘I’m speaking to you, because you are pretty one apart from me that actually speaks to Natalya

The little one froze up at the mention of the Soviet

+ Natalya is v-very good to me. A-and-
‘You’re friends, i know’
+ i w-won’t peach on her
‘You’re rather defensive of her… and i’m not asking you. I just want to know where she is’
+ What, she isn’t here?
‘No one has seen her or the tank since last night, and she doesn’t answer either her phone or on radio’

Maybe Helen kept talking after that, but Miranda didn’t listen. Hey deep green eyes went hazy and lost focus on anything. Helen gave up on trying to speak with Miranda after a few minutes and left. She didn’t even notice that. Miranda remained motionless inside her tank for a good while. Miranda did however have one last chance. If she called, Natalya would see that on her screen. Maybe Natalya would pick up. After all the hints, the gestures, the little things, all the time she had taken her side and all the… things Natalya probably never noticed

She took her phone from the charger. No new messages. No missed calls. Just a notification saying the outside temperature was just above 40 degrees fahrenheit and it was cloudy. Swipe to unlock, press the phone symbol at the bottom left, and hold down “1”. Speed dial. The screen changed to black with white letters spelling “Calling… ICE Natalya Chelyabinsk”

Miranda added the ICE to make Natalya seem more important. Not like anyone would ever look in her phone. More scared than she can even remember she has ever been, Miranda put the phone to her ear. It rings once. It rings twice…

Natalya didn’t even hear it from the growling of the big diesel engine of the truck. She was on the Lincoln Highway, I-80, a narrow piece of tarmac splitting the salt flats in two and connecting Wendover in the west and Salt Lake City in the east

‘[It is a great honor to have you with us, Sergeant Chelyabinsk]’
¤[I am on your truck, not with you. I will discuss the terms with the captain]
‘[The captain is a good man, and i’m certain you will reach an agreement]’
¤[Maybe. I want quite a lot from him]
‘[My name is Alexandr by the way!]’
¤[So you told me]
‘[I’m sorry Sergeant, i am simply very happy to have you here. Is it true you fought the Fascists?]’

She never had. She did fight in the war, but only in manchuria, and then got transported back for the berlin victory parade

¤[I did fight in the great patriotic war]

Alexandr looks nothing short of amazed

‘[But, sergeant, i must ask you...]’

Natalya turned her head to the man sitting next to her and raised an eyebrow


‘[Your tank]’
¤[It is a machine of war, and it looks the part. It could use a little being taken care off, sure, but it works as it is. Was that your question?]
‘[Yes sergeant]’
¤[And Alex, one more thing?]
‘[Y-yes sergeant?]’
¤[Calm down]

With that, Natalya lights a cigarette, and takes long, slow puffs. She was an expert in making cigarettes last, and almost made it into a sport. The flats seemed endless. Just a sea of white and then the mountains. Like a big bowl.

Eventually, the ride came to an end at an auto shop in the northeastern part of town, where Natalya could see the size of the force. It wasn’t big. Two tanks, excluding her own IS-3. A few big Ural trucks and a few smaller ones

‘[W-would you like to-]’
¤[No. Get the captain here, and make sure the rest stay away]
‘[Yes sergeant]’

Alexandr exits the truck, and starts shouting at people, most of them getting into the main building. Natalya hops out as well, and climbs up on the trailer behind the truck, carrying the old tank. She heard footsteps from behind

¤[You are the captain?]
‘[I’ve been called that enough to almost believe it. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Natalya Chelyabinsk]’
¤[I will cut the chatter. Both have things to gain from this cooperation. But i will ask one thing of you for that]
‘[I’m not a rich man]’

Natalya nods in the direction of one of the garages

¤[That one. I don’t want to be in the IS-3 if repairs are being carried out. I’m sure you can understand]
‘[It would hurt you?]’
¤[A lot. You give me control of the IS-7, you get the IS-3, and i will fight for you]
‘[that machine is the last of it’s kind…]’
¤[It is still an additional tank fighting for you. And who is better to care for the IS-7 than me?]

The captain looks at the IS-3. It’s dirty, rusty, battered and torn.

¤[It has seen a war. I don't think you expected me to come here with a showpiece]
‘[Suppose i couldn’t. It works?]
¤[It does. In need of some love, but it works]
‘[Think you can show me?]’

Natalya took a deep breath and focused. Soon afterwards a starter motor turns the big diesel around until it has enough speed to sustain itself. Thick, black clouds of smoke pour out of the exhaust pipes as the engine roars to life. She swings the turret around a little, and elevates the gun to prove she can. The captain stares with awe in his eyes

¤[Has that proven my worth sufficiently?] Natalys asks, with a touch of sarcasm in her voice
‘[More than you can imagine, sergeant Chelyabinsk. I accept your terms]’
¤[Good. I’m going to call a friend to help me transfer to the IS-7]
‘[Of course. I’ll leave you for now]’

Natalya took her phone up. It was a rather old flip phone, but it still worked. She dialed the number in, and brought it to her ear

>Ja?

She always replied the same way

¤ Hello Lily
>Natalya, pleasure to hear from you, if a little unexpected
¤ I’m actually calling to ask for a favor
>You keep surprising me
¤ It’s pleasant to hear i am still capable of that: I will cut it short, the IS-3 is falling apart and i would like your help to transfer me over to a new machine

The line went silent for a moment

>That comes with conditions
¤ I expected that much. Please tell
>I want to be sure we are fighting the same foe
¤ I swear on all i am worth. Same foe. Perhaps from different directions
>It would be unreasonable of me to ask for more

Lily says that with a glad undertone

>And i would like a 2 centimeter cube of steel from the IS-3
¤ Oh really… have you spoken to hi-
>Your opinions was not a part of the deal

Natalya manages a hoarse laugh

¤ Fair enough. Where are you?
>I’m afraid that is not how things work
¤ So be it. I am in Wendover
>Oh. How exciting. I’ll be in touch

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and thaaaats it for now.

>>34949932
Sounds like an interesting fic. Can't wait for more

>>34964600
Gahahahaha, that exchange at the end. Can't wait to see how this group of misfits perform.

>>34966268
In defense, Dave is very kawaii desu

>>34977242
Welcome back, AKM! Loving the story, and I'm glad what was ailing you has been resolved

>>34977242
Was beginning to wonder where you had gone. Good stuff; looking forward to the next update.

>>34980164
Lily keeps getting more and more enigmatic

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>>34980164
great, now i uave something to read on my lunch break, thanks for tanks

>>34980430
>>34980478
Thanks friends! Glad you liked the story, will be working to bring you guys another update.

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>>34981050
I told you we'd be waiting for you when you came back! Good to have you!

>>34981235
Thanks! I appreciate the support.

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>>34980528
>>34980579
happy to see people still are reading (even if i believe people care more about AT nowadays)

>>34977242
welcome back, I have been waiting for chapter four, also good to hear things worked out.

>>34981860
Thanks, glad you liked it!

>>34944154
this famas is wrong, very wrong

>>34982907
well, I know that the handle IN FRONT OF the charging handle shouldn't be present. Also that you probably can't suppress a famas safely because of its delayed blowback system that doesn't even make it safe to shoot brass cased ammo in a worn gun, let alone while using a suppressor that would increase the back pressure and retain gases for several seconds at a time. What else is wrong? It seems a little long. I just use it not because it looks good, but because it does MASSIVE damage to the point of being too powerful to use.

>>34982907
Actually, I take it back, it seems the feature I referred to is actually present on the F-1. but please enlighten me, since I know very little about the minutia of the Famas.

might have an update for the next thread

>>34988439
i-it can still be real... we still have 7 years left...
>captcha: pepe school

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slow thread is slow

>>34989602
Sorry I'm at work, man.

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Bumpin

>>34991126
what is she holding? Is it spank o'clock?

>>34991242
More like It's time for Mosin to get off her ass and pull her own weight o'clock

>>34991496
aww...

>>34961254
>>34961223
If you ask me, the reason we, as Americans and Czechs, love our guns so much, is because it's a significant part of our nations' histories. where many Europeans love the sword, as their nations were forged with fire and sword, we love the gun, as our nations were forged with gunpowder and lead.

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Was playing Rainbow six:I give up, this shit's too hard for me when I noticed something.

>>34988669
we only got 3.5 years left m8, no way Trump's gettin' reelected with how the media's been shittin' on him.

>>34992230
If the american public kowtowed to the media as much as you seem to imply they do, Hillary would be president. I think the deciding factor will be whether he cucks on the wall. If he cucks on the wall, there will be NO reason to vote Trump in 2020. Quite frankly, I'm hoping for a Joad Cressbeckler if he doesn't manage the wall for some reason other than the "center" republicans being a bunch of democrats. Honestly, I'd be willing to toss my vote away on Dave Duke just because he's somewhat edgy if Trump cucks on the wall.

>>34955448

Someone wants to take this concept and run, do so.

Otherwise, not going to be posting much, got a bathroom to renovate.

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>be me, watching vidya on youtube
>paying vidya on computer
>hear a ding, like someone rang the fucking dinner bell.
>Look over to the ONE place it could be coming from.
My cat took a fucking hard chomp down onto one of the T joints I welded as though he expected it to go well, and was just sitting there looking confused as fuck. Also bump.

Hey guys, sorry for the radio silence - things are stalled out until the kickstarter launches. Gotta love bottlenecks - though this time it's in the form of my trailer. Hopefully I'll get something out in mid/late Sep, but at this point I am not making promises.

In other news, I'm trying to figure out the backer awards, and this is what I had so far - let me know what you guys think.

$5.00 - Any bit helps! A nice email written by the dev and author to you!
$15.00 - One copy of Where Poppies Grow upon release
$25.00 - Previous tier’s reward, with the addition of your name in the credits!
$50.00 - Previous tier’s reward, with the addition of a printed and signed CG by the developer and writer of the project! (Limited)
$50.00 - One copy of Where Poppies Grow, name in credits and a signed physical copy of the OST (Limited)
$100.00 - All previous tiers rewards, with the addition of access to the beta! (Limited)
$250.00 - All previous tiers rewards, with the addition of being drawn in either the Elestrean or Schusefrassen uniform by our artist!
$500.00 - All previous tier rewards, as well as having a cameo in the game! (Must be lore friendly)

I'll keep trucking on for you guys, thanks for the support you've shown in prior threads!

>>34993376
Isn't that sorta what JT does?

>>34996533
OH here we go

>>34996567
Well, sort of. Guess I sperged off in my own direction

>>34998045
That poor dog looks like it knows its fate.

>>34996533
just use the usual medium to tell me the link of the kickstarter and feature it the way we talked about

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updates will drop trough the day

>inb4 behind 2 threads again

>>34949932
>Hearing it more than I felt it, The soft sensation of something hot and liquid, as though running down my insides just below my ribcage and to my side.
>My eyesight blurs in the reflex triggered by the blow.
>The next blow comes, only mildly felt but this time the sensation staying on the surface as my already blurred eyesight catches something moving to my head, and promptly loses it.
>Everything feels... dull, fuzzy. the environment around me no longer registers as I feel only that I'm on my face, knocked over. A slight buzzing sensation tells me I'm floored as the world around me emerges from the dull haze and blooms into focus.
>A pair of feet and a knee come into view as the assailant crouches down over me.
>Words are voiced, but only enter my head as dull hums before I see nothing but darkness once more.

>>34999453
Thirty minutes later.
>Marina sits on the bed for the first time in weeks, though in significantly less pleasant circumstances than she'd hoped.
>Marina thought, as the two red haired women gazed on, about what the important aspects of the situation were. On the up side, Jason was back, which explained the note on the fridge that said "Give us a call when you feel like you've got it figured out again, your friends, Mike and Ekatarina." This also explained the absence of some of his clothing, since he'd been wearing it. On the downside, she hadn't recognized him fast enough to entirely avoid planting her knee in the side of his skull, even if she had slowed it just enough to avoid cracking it, and now she needed help to take care of him, and... who "better" than his own creations, who came to be called Sarah and Eva. A couple of red haired women with relatively large frames, presenting themselves at an unusual height of five feet and eleven inches, their green eyes and bodies that presented lean, with a little more than a hint of definition to their muscles than of normal feminine curves, stared on, visible concern in their faces.
>Marina herself sat on the bed, Jason's head rested on her lap while she looked over him, running her hand through his hair as he lie inert.
"Jason's returned..." she thought to herself, the situation somehow not bringing her comfort, instead prompting her to the wonderment of "...But does the kind return or wander back to his domain?"

https://youtu.be/1POQ7jjLkmk

anon a dream

https://pastebin.com/wpFu8jC1

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that anon that posted a link asking for opinions it was set to expire, sadly i cant add it nor give feedback

>>34999460
>does he kind return or wander back to his domain?
Could you word that more clearly?

>>34999788
meant to write "king" Fucking pastebin making g into b

>>34999795
So it's supposed to be
"Does the king return or wander in"?

>>35000342
yes. Connotation should be all the context clue required to guess at the meaning.

ATannie is up to date
https://pastebin.com/NKwt5CGk

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KvsW is up to date and so the thread

https://pastebin.com/05ftEQN4

This isn't going very well...

>>35006708
What makes you say that, man?

It's been a while but I continued working on that story about a Communist society on Mars. Note that I am not a Leftist myself, my intent is to write what could pass as propaganda in such a society

Our Red Planet:
Memories of the Martian Revolution
Foreword by Commissar Callum Donovan
As our planet Mars, formally known as the Martian Democratic Republic, celebrates the fiftieth anniversary of the revolution that gave this desert world independence, we have compiled interviews of the surviving guerrilla fighters who stood up to Earth’s exploitation and drove out our oppressors. Their stories are those of courage and triumph, heroism and sacrifice, and occasionally those of tragedy and loss.

1
The Empire
In order to put our revolution into perspective, one must know how, and why it began. When humans first landed on Mars, Earth was still split into separate nations and territories. Humanity realized that in order to conquer the cosmos mankind must unite as one, so the United Nations began their campaign to form a world government. There was some resistance, as there always is to change, but it was crushed beneath the jackboot of the UN. Naturally, the United States took the reins of the operation. Millions of military personnel stormed nations around the world, forcefully assimilating anywhere they landed into their new government.

Cont.
“I remember when the soldiers came. I was only a child but I recall vividly; their leering faces as they jeered at me, how they kicked me about with their heavy boots, how they threatened me with their guns and robbed me of the food I had bought only minutes before. They ordered me to lead them to my home, and having no other choice, started making my way there. Once we arrived, they told me to knock on the door for my parents. As I obliged they stepped to the sides of the door as to conceal themselves from anyone inside. When the door opened the soldiers directed me inside, where I was to sit at the table and say nothing as they prepared to make their entrance. My father walked downstairs to greet me, but before he could say a word he was met with the harsh glaring of the men. They seized him violently, beating his face and chest. I begged them to leave him alone but one of them coerced me into the corner with the barrel of his rifle. As I sat staring into the walls I heard them speak. Their words were foreign, but I could tell they were speaking english. One man shouted at my father in our language, ‘Get up, onto your feet. Come with us’ he said. When my father struggled to stand the man lifted him by the back of his coat and shoved him out the door, yelling for him to hurry up. The soldiers went out after him until the last man shut the door behind him. I wanted to follow them, I wanted to know what my father had done, but I was injured and already weakened by my hunger. If I had known what their leaders had planned I would have gladly died right there.”
Alan Singh

>>35006999
Cont. 2

The cruelty of this new regime did not become such overnight. For decades the United States had been militarizing heavily. They insisted on having the most advanced weapons, vehicles, and equipment. The schools taught war, the media advertised war, and military service was required for public office of any kind. Americans, over generations, were taught to eat, sleep, and breathe war. Atrocities were erased and triumphs were embellished, parades flaunting new tanks, new helicopters, and new missiles were a common sight in any major city. However, being a superpower did not satisfy their President. The United Empire was officially declared after the assassinations of all UN officials and cabinet members, leaving only the President and the Vice President to seize power over the world stage. This new Emperor claimed that he would elevate humanity to a golden age, and that only under his reign they would eventually conquer the entire galaxy. This Emperor was a rather young man, a former Marine, who grew to love war more than the rest of his brothers in arms. He treated the concept of conflict and violence with a strange eroticism that eventually infected all under his command.

>>35007027
Cont. 3
“I personally saw the Emperor speak. He raised his powerful arms and raised his voice to that of a god’s. ‘No longer are we a world of petty nations or races, no longer shall we fight over scraps while overlooking the bounty right under our noses. The UN could never really unite us. We shall unite as the Romans did: by force. The Galaxy is ripe for the taking, it is our birthright to spread the wonder that is humanity throughout the stars.’ At the time I remember getting chills at the thought of such glory we could hold, how proud I was to be a soldier of this New Empire, but I witnessed the cost firsthand when my men and I arrived at a base in Beijing. We flew in via helicopter early in the morning. I remember getting the feeling that something was wrong, but I couldn’t tell what it was. I asked the man next to me and he told me not to worry, that it was just nerves, that all we were doing was weeding out some Communist resistance. Our target was Tiananmen Square, where the Communists had deeply entrenched themselves, prepared for a siege. We made our way from the base easily enough, until about halfway through when the lead vehicle was rattled by a small IED. It wasn’t seriously damaged so we drove on. Eventually the lead split off onto another road after some frantic radio chatter and we were given orders to continue to the square. We exited the vehicle and readied ourselves for the fight to come. As we walked through the streets towards the square a few men made small talk, some of them even telling jokes. We all went silent when we reached the bridge, though. In plain English, “CHINA DIED FIGHTING” read in massive red letters painted above the entrance. Past the gate, you could see a solitary flagpole with the former Chinese flag rippling defiantly in the wind.

>>35007036
Cont. 4
Excited by the impressive sight, we pushed on, anticipating an intense battle. Instead, standing in front of a network of trenches and bunkers, were men, women, and even a few children, no older than 14. They stood arm in arm, forming a wall with their bodies. What happened next caught me off guard: they began to sing. In unison, they sung loudly, even with their voices strained from shouting they kept on until we fired our weapons. Only one was still alive. The woman lifted herself into a sitting position and stared into my eyes with an anger I have never known. She spoke only four words in broken English “Give us our home” before she fell back down, now as cold and silent as the ground she lay on. After this display, we moved onward to clear the bunkers. What people we found were already dead; They had all committed suicide rather than give us the satisfaction of killing them. The dreams still haunt me, and rightfully so."
-Cpl Jacob Walker

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>>35001170
thanks based tacoman

So I've been creating a hardscifi world for a while now, largely just putting in autistic amounts of detail because I can't think of anything to really do with it because I rarely like any of the story ideas I come up with. Though I was thinking about Halo 5 the other day - or, rather, what should have been - and came to the realisation that all the time I've spent making up how I'd have done Halo 5 would be better spent simply re-working it to fit within the world I already have! Sorry for the blog, I'm just excited because I've just realised all the ideas I've been creating as a basically fan fiction for what I think happened instead of the abysmal plot we got (along woith the ideas I've generally had about how the series should have gone in the post-war era) I could just apply to the other thing I've been creating and make it work.

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>>35008541
https://youtu.be/Yhfd9dIkXEk

I take care of my friends. Video related.
>Link ends in k

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let me read you the best comment.

>is it a common sight in illinois to see a man wearing a garbage can with fish hanging from his crotch?

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Salt the thread.