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    41 KB STRIKE WITCHES: FIRST BLOOD planefag !!0ZviLFh59My 05/08/12(Tue)21:30 No.19031586  
    From less then ninety yards, at near-complete standstill, your P-61 and the Martian fighter-craft blow the unholy hell out of each other.

    Quad-M2 Brownings hammer and roar, their sturdy concussions vibrating through the ship and up your seat-back as they duel with the Martians' guns, purple and orange tracers stabbing past each other on smoking contrails, like bright ember-tipped lances as you riddle each other -

    - and then your ships finally succumb to gravity, and you both plummet from the sky. The Martian keeps airborne a few moments longer then you do, putting him on your six, but at the moment you've got other problems.

    The left wing is aflame.

    >DIVE DIVE HIT YOUR WEP PILOT (blow out the flames)
    >> Panzerhexen !mYedictMKA 05/08/12(Tue)21:31 No.19031600
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:31 No.19031603
    Fuck panzer
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:31 No.19031610

    Da silks!

    ...damn it Panzer.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:32 No.19031619

    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/08/12(Tue)21:32 No.19031620
    >DIVE DIVE HIT YOUR WEP PILOT (blow out the flames)
    Ghostrider is coming home. If we fuck up, we can always pull up to burn off all the smash and jump when we get back up a bit.

    Assuming the fire doesn't blow us up the fuck up.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:32 No.19031624
    >>DIVE DIVE HIT YOUR WEP PILOT (blow out the flames)

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:32 No.19031628

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:32 No.19031630
    >DIVE DIVE HIT YOUR WEP PILOT (blow out the flames)

    We take out the flames we can get home OK, I'd rather not have to risk being shot open while parachuting down.
    >> Arch-Magos Winter !!GgQN8rJg+y8 05/08/12(Tue)21:32 No.19031634
    Blow out the flames. It's worked before.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:32 No.19031635
    Let's bail out. This alien is Yellow 13. He won't kill us in our chutes, he's better than that.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:33 No.19031639
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    You know what? FUCK IT.

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:33 No.19031640

    He'll shoot us in our chute!
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:33 No.19031641
    Damn, that's a lot of mana for an ability.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:33 No.19031642
    >DIVE DIVE HIT YOUR WEP PILOT (blow out the flames)
    We don't leave our girl
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:33 No.19031646

    We are going to keep this plane for as long as possible.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:33 No.19031647
    > less then ninety yards
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:33 No.19031648
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/08/12(Tue)21:33 No.19031649


    Anyhoo. Drop the nose, pick up a bit of airspeed, and pull a massive tailslide onto his ass as he descends.
    >> αlpharius !yJOmegoN4Y 05/08/12(Tue)21:33 No.19031651
    >DIVE DIVE HIT YOUR WEP PILOT (blow out the flames)
    If we bail, how do you think robin will react?
    She panicked when a witch got shot down, what will happen if she doesn't see us bail, just the widow hitting the dirt?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:33 No.19031654
    I don't suppose spinning like a madman would do anything?
    >> Panzerhexen !mYedictMKA 05/08/12(Tue)21:33 No.19031655
    We gotta go fast planefag, it's the only way
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:34 No.19031658
    given what aid ability can do? it's underpriced.

    For the overpriced PoS the SWQ block is.
    >> Crix !!nLvSV/0cRma 05/08/12(Tue)21:34 No.19031660
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    >> Writefag 05/08/12(Tue)21:35 No.19031670
    Hit the WEP. Dive to extinguish the flames. He might not pop our shoots, but I'd prefer to avoid bailing out over a hot battlefield for the second time in a week.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:35 No.19031673
    You don't know that. He might be the aleuim Caldwell.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:35 No.19031675
    Someone should make an MC card. I've been out of MtG for too long to think of what he would do.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:35 No.19031683

    Percussive maintenance. Make that magic work, dammit!

    Fucking flames, go away!
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:35 No.19031684
    This man knows his stuff, DIVE DIVE
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:36 No.19031685
    That's probably alium Akula, there.

    Also, how much fuel do we have?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:36 No.19031689
    Silly anon, the Widow cannot into high alpha maneuvering.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:36 No.19031695
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:37 No.19031697
    ...In a WWII Prop fighter?

    I admire your moxy.
    >> Arch-Magos Winter !!GgQN8rJg+y8 05/08/12(Tue)21:37 No.19031700
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    I like the way you think.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:38 No.19031712
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    I don't know, I think Alium Akula would be launching missiles that go forward, turn around, and fly right at us.
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/08/12(Tue)21:38 No.19031714

    Words fail me. Please don't tell me you just suggested pulling a 5th-generation jet fighter stunt in our flying pig or a twin-boom.
    >> αlpharius !yJOmegoN4Y 05/08/12(Tue)21:39 No.19031734
    That game was such a let down when compared to fires of liberation...
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:39 No.19031735
    He just suggested a new way a bailing out.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:39 No.19031737
    Well, the guy was willing to ram parachuted pilots...then again, dream sequences.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:39 No.19031743
    Strangereal or bust.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:40 No.19031747
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:40 No.19031749
    He just did.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:40 No.19031753
    It was? Damn, FoL was a let-down due to story presentation. That's not good news...
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/08/12(Tue)21:40 No.19031754

    "Recite the Litany of Activation, followed by the Ritual Slap on the Left...if the Machine Spirit is not woken, Recite the Litany of Profanity, Administer the Ritual Kick to the Base, and Depress the Red Rune again..."
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:41 No.19031764
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    >> Fritz the pirate 05/08/12(Tue)21:41 No.19031771
    Fuck yeah
    >> Writefag 05/08/12(Tue)21:41 No.19031773

    To be fair. We are a gnome.

    To quote Wedge Antilles:

    "The impossible is what we do best."
    >> Arch-Magos Winter !!GgQN8rJg+y8 05/08/12(Tue)21:42 No.19031777
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    >> Panzerhexen !mYedictMKA 05/08/12(Tue)21:42 No.19031778
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:42 No.19031785
    ...That is not kawaii.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:42 No.19031791
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    Don't think so, friend.
    >> Arch-Magos Winter !!GgQN8rJg+y8 05/08/12(Tue)21:43 No.19031800
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    You misspelled equipped.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:44 No.19031808
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    better version
    >> Crix !!nLvSV/0cRma 05/08/12(Tue)21:45 No.19031820
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    ... That picture is sad.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:45 No.19031822
    Return to where? That white ability should be written like "spell targets MC instead"
    >> planefag !!0ZviLFh59My 05/08/12(Tue)21:45 No.19031825
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    Your mostly-empty wing-tank has ignited, self-sealing be damned. Pointing your fighter almost directly at Terra Firma, you dive the Widow for all she's worth, standing on the right rudder and fighting your ship into a sideslip, blowing the flames away from the fuselage - and the tank.

    The heavy fighter dives like a rock with a rocket motor, and as the altimeters spiral down with terrible speed, you try to remember what the Widow's do-not-exceed speed is.

    Oh, right, wing's on fire, who GIVES a shit?

    As you break 380 MPH, the flames start to sputter and flicker, and when you break 400, they finally blow out.

    Now there's the slight matter of not augering in at high velocity.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:45 No.19031828
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    Hahaha. No.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:46 No.19031835
    Pull... up.
    >> αlpharius !yJOmegoN4Y 05/08/12(Tue)21:46 No.19031838
    Lack of briefings before each mission mean you often have no idea what you're meant to be doing.
    Impossible plane maneuvers when using dogfight mode.
    Forcing you to use dogfight mode.
    Generic plot.
    >> Fritz the drunk pirate 05/08/12(Tue)21:46 No.19031841
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    Speaking of which i need more beer.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:46 No.19031845
    >implying we arn't a boss.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:46 No.19031849
    >do airplane things
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/08/12(Tue)21:46 No.19031855

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:46 No.19031858
    Pull up and be thankful we're playing inverted.
    >> H+ 05/08/12(Tue)21:47 No.19031865

    I'd suggest going in a strictly non-down direction.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:47 No.19031868
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    Air brakes!
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:47 No.19031871
    At least multiplayer was sorta fun...and I did get to mess with those Idolm@ster planes.

    Course, it's funny to think about a USAF Colonel being allowed to put little girls on his plane.
    >> Arch-Magos Winter !!GgQN8rJg+y8 05/08/12(Tue)21:47 No.19031872
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    This is going to go well.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:47 No.19031876
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:48 No.19031882

    Good thing I did not buy.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:48 No.19031884
    Pull as hard as we can.

    Think of all the people that are with you, MC, then pull, pull for dear life!
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/08/12(Tue)21:48 No.19031886

    Where the fuck is Robin
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:48 No.19031887
    We should look into landing maybe
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:48 No.19031889
    Better, but if you want an actual good card, hop into one of the numerous custom card threads on /tg/.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:49 No.19031894
    Remember that robin and minna will cry if we die.

    Use feelings to flip the laws of physics the bird and PULL THE FUCK UP
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:49 No.19031896
    ...wait a damn minute. Isn't Robin supposed to be on our wing? Why is is she not helping?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:49 No.19031898
    >Bounce - MC gains trample and first strike until end of turn
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:50 No.19031914
    >Do not exceed speed? What's that?
    Going way too fast for that. They'd be ripped off, and probably take a good chunk of the plane with them.

    No this is not a good way to deal with Sean.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:50 No.19031916
    Tempting, but I'm running low on room in the box. and how much would it cost anyways?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:50 No.19031918
    Robin is saving Wendeline

    and if not then at the end of this thread will be

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:50 No.19031921
    Isn't she rescuing a downed Witch?
    >> planefag !!0ZviLFh59My 05/08/12(Tue)21:50 No.19031923
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    The airbrakes deploy perfectly, and if you ever begrudged their weight - you dismiss those unworthy thoughts as the wide wings of the Widow fight against gravity. Straining with all your might, you fight the control cables linked to the spoilerons, muscling the Widow's nose level.

    You pull out just above the ground, airframe creaking and groaning with the strain of nearly six gravities of force, and then you hit a tree.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/08/12(Tue)21:50 No.19031924
    We sent her off to rescue Wendeline.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:50 No.19031925
    I think that should be an instant rather than an ability.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:51 No.19031930
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:51 No.19031932
    >you hit a tree

    Goddamn it.
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    5 minutes in MSE.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:51 No.19031937
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    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/08/12(Tue)21:51 No.19031939
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    >and then you hit a tree.
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/08/12(Tue)21:51 No.19031942

    Fuck. Just...fuck.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:51 No.19031945
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:51 No.19031946
    What kind of tree?
    >> Crix !!nLvSV/0cRma 05/08/12(Tue)21:51 No.19031948
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    Was your plane L@DY
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:51 No.19031949
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:51 No.19031950
    Exaclty how much tree is "tree"?
    >> αlpharius !yJOmegoN4Y 05/08/12(Tue)21:52 No.19031954
    >hit a tree
    ...how fast were we going? I'm curious
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:52 No.19031958
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:52 No.19031960
    Yes, yes it was L@DY.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:52 No.19031963
    A small one I hope?

    And hopefully the martian is ramming the dirt at 300MPH behind us somewhere.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:52 No.19031964
    Dont worry guys, we'll be fine

    Instead of a chopper imagine a Widow
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:52 No.19031965
    Dynamic gardening!
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:52 No.19031967

    Haha, I love it when pilots don't bail out when they should. I hope everyone was wearing their seatbelts, a direct collision at 400mph has a rather low chance of everyone coming out alive.

    Even with magic.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:53 No.19031971
    Some farmer's gonna be pissed.
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/08/12(Tue)21:53 No.19031982
    In the vicinity of 400 MPH, give or take what the braking took off (not much)
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 05/08/12(Tue)21:53 No.19031983

    >then you hit a tree

    >> Arch-Magos Winter !!GgQN8rJg+y8 05/08/12(Tue)21:54 No.19032000
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:55 No.19032016
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    We had the entire sky and we managed to hit a fucking tree?
    >> Fritz the drunk pirate 05/08/12(Tue)21:55 No.19032018
    ... Shit....
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:55 No.19032026

    Restore last save? Y/N
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:56 No.19032035
    'Oak tree you're in my way!'
    ...waitasec, we're not Lynard Skynard.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:56 No.19032036
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    Trees are smalltime.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:56 No.19032039
    Bitch, this is iron man mode. We don't have saves.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:56 No.19032043
    make tree explode
    >> Crix !!nLvSV/0cRma 05/08/12(Tue)21:57 No.19032048
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    Oh my god.

    Will that tree be alright?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:57 No.19032049
    God damn it.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:57 No.19032053
    I think the heavy fucking plane took care of that part.
    >> αlpharius !yJOmegoN4Y 05/08/12(Tue)21:57 No.19032054
    welp...irrespective of how large the tree is, at that speed we're probably going to lose at least some of the wing.

    >inb4 MC develops shields
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:58 No.19032066
    Damn, the P-61's tough, but it ain't a A-10.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)21:59 No.19032081
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    We now know what we must do.


    >what are we gonna do in the sky, onii-chaaaaaan~?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:00 No.19032090
    There were some reports of various american fighters wing'ing other aircraft to death.

    We should be fine. Note: SHOULD.
    >> planefag !!0ZviLFh59My 05/08/12(Tue)22:00 No.19032092
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    "WAAAHAHAHAHA" you cry as leaves and twigs go flying everywhere. You yank the yoke back, tearing away from the ground as best you can, waiting for the plane to disintegrate around you as you go tumbleskiprollasploding to your inevitable, violent death that is taking WAY too long what the hell-

    "Happened?" you ask.

    The screaming stops.

    You shake your head and tap your headset. Wow. It was, like, background noise.

    There's a few more seconds of silence as you scan the sky.

    "Where IS that motherfucker!?" you ask.

    "Bugged out," Sean replies.

    A few long seconds of roaring engine noise pass

    "HELL YEAH!" Sean and Ian scream together. "WE'RE NOT DEAD!"
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/08/12(Tue)22:01 No.19032104
    And then the ammo explodes.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:01 No.19032107
    Wait, what?
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/08/12(Tue)22:01 No.19032108
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:01 No.19032109

    >> αlpharius !yJOmegoN4Y 05/08/12(Tue)22:02 No.19032111
    >Missed the trunk
    >Passed through the canopy
    How are we still alive?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:02 No.19032112
    Both yay and fuck.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:02 No.19032113

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:02 No.19032115
    We will be seeing him again.

    Can't wait to show our new martian friend our fancy sharkplane.
    >> Crix !!nLvSV/0cRma 05/08/12(Tue)22:02 No.19032116
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    being not dead is fine too
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:02 No.19032118
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:02 No.19032119
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:02 No.19032121
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:02 No.19032123
    Woooooooooooooooo now fucking land that shit in a friendly strip post-haste.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:02 No.19032125
    "Does the tree count as a kill?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:02 No.19032126

    Goddamnit, if we keep walking out of situations where we ought to die but don't, then its just a license to do anything.

    Fucking magic.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:02 No.19032128
    >New callsign: Lumberjack
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:02 No.19032130
    >Not just ears and tail

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:03 No.19032131
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:03 No.19032132
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:03 No.19032133
    Obviously our gnome-altered steel frame was too much for that pussy-ass tree to handle.
    >> planefag !!0ZviLFh59My 05/08/12(Tue)22:03 No.19032139
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    "What, did we graze a tree?" you ask.

    "We plowed right through it!"

    "Unpossible, we'd be spread across the ground like butter on shitty scones."

    "It was a sapling."

    "Double unpossible, saplings are, what, fifteen feet tall at most?"


    You go silent.

    "So what do you say we get the fuck out of East Anglia?"

    Consent is unanimous.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:03 No.19032140
    I love you, Anon.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:03 No.19032143
    In the light novels. Not so much in the anime.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:04 No.19032144
    >15 feet
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:04 No.19032148
    HA HA fuck
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:04 No.19032154
    We need to get these twigs out of our hair
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:04 No.19032157
    Oh planefag, you glorious bastard.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:04 No.19032158
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    Could you please hand over the art for that? I want to make it look like not crap.
    Also, made some changes I thought were appropriate.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:04 No.19032159
    time to go look at the damage on the tree.
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/08/12(Tue)22:05 No.19032161
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    Heh. My trip's namesake once came in with a chunk of telephone pole stuck in his wing. TREES AIN'T GOT SHIT ON US!
    >> Arch-Magos Winter !!GgQN8rJg+y8 05/08/12(Tue)22:05 No.19032162
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    Booze is required. Lots and lots of booze.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:05 No.19032163
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:05 No.19032166

    ...Time to go home.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:05 No.19032170
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:05 No.19032175
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    here ye are
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:05 No.19032177
    Did we just come back from instant death by nearly 4 meters?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:05 No.19032178
    HAHA, time for officer's club.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:06 No.19032183
    Make like a leaf and get the fuck out of there
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:06 No.19032187
    We have been a confirmed magic user for a while now.

    we even exploded a room's lights once
    >> Arch-Magos Winter !!GgQN8rJg+y8 05/08/12(Tue)22:06 No.19032189
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:06 No.19032197
    That was fun. We should explode things with our brain more often.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:07 No.19032205
    Gnome pilot.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:07 No.19032207
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    All right. Done.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:08 No.19032217
    >> Arch-Magos Winter !!GgQN8rJg+y8 05/08/12(Tue)22:08 No.19032218
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:08 No.19032226
    Gnome pilot, gnome distances.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:08 No.19032227
    Looks like we confused our plane with a tank.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:08 No.19032229
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:08 No.19032230
    No we don't.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:09 No.19032233
    >We are reported as having dropped into the canopy of trees with a burning wing
    >Presumed dead again
    >Such is life in 501st
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:10 No.19032246
    Sooner or later they just won't believe we can die.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:10 No.19032247
    We went straight through a goddamn tree. We have shields.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:10 No.19032251
    Makes for a great entrance where we'll get to say:

    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/08/12(Tue)22:10 No.19032255
    >Magical sidekicks

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:11 No.19032262
    >"Ghostrider went down over the water. What do we do?"
    >"Leave the coffee on a while longer, they'll want some hot."
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:11 No.19032263
    It was just a sapling. The scary part is that we were almost literally in the weeds.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:11 No.19032268
    "Gnomes don't die... They're just missing in action"
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/08/12(Tue)22:11 No.19032277

    No we bloody didn't, and no we bloody don't.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:12 No.19032283
    We went straight through a sapling at near ground level. No shields.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:12 No.19032285

    Denial, thy name is MC.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:12 No.19032287
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:12 No.19032290
    I've played Battlefield 2.
    The proper response to a pilot ejecting is to ram him, regardless of what side he is on.
    If you are friendly, he will enter your plane and catch a lift.
    If you are hostile, he will go splat.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:12 No.19032296
    >Got a confirmed shot of the martians capturing ghostrider and crew
    >Tell norfolk to clear out a dock for an incoming martian battleship, friendly colors
    >USA now owns a red wite and blue flying battleship
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:13 No.19032303
    We're a mechanical gnome.

    We probably magically hardened the aircraft's hull to the point where it could take the hit and keep going.

    No shields, just magical reinforcement.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:13 No.19032307
    >Implying we didn't have enough mass to wreck the tree without doing significant damage to ourselves.
    >> !UdzMmUq0Oc 05/08/12(Tue)22:13 No.19032310
    MC NGAF Young cannot fly unassisted. He is neither a plane, nor a witch.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:13 No.19032313
    Weren't you moaning about learning to use shields a week or two ago? When will you give up?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:13 No.19032314
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    >> Arch-Magos Winter !!GgQN8rJg+y8 05/08/12(Tue)22:14 No.19032318
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    Err... That's an ODST. And so is my pic.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:14 No.19032320
    Of course.
    We don't need shields. We have weaponized NOPE.
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/08/12(Tue)22:14 No.19032325

    We've been TOLD that male magic and flashy shit like shields don't mix. EVER.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:14 No.19032326
    It's the only Halo picture I have. Sue me.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:15 No.19032337
    And you believed her?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:16 No.19032347
    Except that conversation where we were told the exact opposite and that it's technically possible for us to learn how to shield, although probably very difficult.
    >> planefag !!0ZviLFh59My 05/08/12(Tue)22:16 No.19032348
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    Twenty-four minutes later, you sock your weary crew and strained Widow into Castle Barin's airstrip. Sean managed to raise Pappy and Robin a few minutes ago, confirming that they're coming in together, a few minutes behind you. Even as your gear winches down, planes are lining up on the tarmac to take off, wings laden with rockets and bombs.

    The Widow touches down gently, taxis well, and comes to a gentle halt right in front of a vein-popping, red-eyed, wrench-wielding Marv.

    Kicking open the floor hatch, you simply drop out of your fighter, hit the ground with a forward roll and pop to your feet right in Marv's face. Still riding the adrenaline rush and hot fury of combat, you engage your Crew Chief in peen-measuring combat whilst those advantages can still compete with his grease-monkey's wrath.

    You stare Marv dead in the eye.

    He stares into yours.

    Then Major Miles takes your ass out with a perfectly-executed flying tackle.
    >> Arch-Magos Winter !!GgQN8rJg+y8 05/08/12(Tue)22:16 No.19032349
    God damn though, some of the character designs. Got to give Bungie credit, they did one hell of a job.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:16 No.19032352
    Uh, no we weren't. We were told that they didn't usually mix without proper training.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:17 No.19032363
    >Major Miles

    Wait, Cecelia Glinda Miles, the Tank Witch? That Miles?
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 05/08/12(Tue)22:17 No.19032364
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    >responds to a Spartan quote with pic of ODST
    >> Panzerhexen !mYedictMKA 05/08/12(Tue)22:17 No.19032367
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:17 No.19032368
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    >Major Miles tackling us

    Whhyy, we havn't done anything.... yet...
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:17 No.19032369
    >I ain't even mad
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:18 No.19032379
    >Maintain eye contact with Marv
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/08/12(Tue)22:18 No.19032382
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    And this is mine.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:18 No.19032386
    Oh my~
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:19 No.19032400
    >Major Miles
    >> Arch-Magos Winter !!GgQN8rJg+y8 05/08/12(Tue)22:19 No.19032403
    Must... Get... Last... Skittle!
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:20 No.19032408
    She heard us saying Brits were fags, didn't she.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:20 No.19032409
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:20 No.19032412
    tank witchu~
    >> Crix !!nLvSV/0cRma 05/08/12(Tue)22:20 No.19032418
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    wait wut
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:21 No.19032427
    Okay, I'm half-mast. What else is there to know?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:21 No.19032434
    Blow the rape whi...! Ehh, why fucking bother.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:21 No.19032439
    Second best tank witch other than Raisa.
    [spoiler]Karlsland witches > *[/spoiler]
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/08/12(Tue)22:22 No.19032450
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    >You stare Marv dead in the eye.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:22 No.19032454
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:22 No.19032456
    we should invest in a summon Minna/Robin whistle. it might prove more effective
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:23 No.19032471
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    So a dog whistle?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:24 No.19032477
    >Get a dog whistle for Minna
    "Here girl!"
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:24 No.19032479
    get out of here pup
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:24 No.19032486
    Don't you start it!
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:25 No.19032495
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    Just the best damn tank witch ever
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:25 No.19032500
    >inb4 everything gets broken
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:25 No.19032501
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    Gau gau
    >> Major Airlift 05/08/12(Tue)22:25 No.19032503
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    Too late.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:26 No.19032505
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:26 No.19032513
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    I heard you were good with animals, anon. Could you watch my dog while I go out for a bit?

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:26 No.19032517
    >Bayonets to tank cannons
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:27 No.19032534
    Well then.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:27 No.19032536
    >Pantsless teenaged girls fighting a war
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:27 No.19032542
    The pup is destructive, time to take her to the vet to get her 'fixed'.
    >> planefag !!0ZviLFh59My 05/08/12(Tue)22:28 No.19032547
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    Your ears are filled with some horribly happy squealing sound, like a tire inflated with angel laughs was just stabbed with a unicorn horn. The room spins wildly, and you realize dimly that Miles is spinning you around in some sort of bizarre finishing move or something.


    "hurrrrgkh," you reply intelligently. Somewhere, distantly, you hear Sean asking her to stop twirling his pilot like a top. Miles sets you down, but the world keeps spinning.

    "Stop the planet, I want off," you say miserably. Somewhere through the nauseous haze worse then 6-G maneuvers inflicted upon you, you realize that Miles is fucking strong.

    Oh. She's still got her Striker on. Yeah, that'd do it.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:28 No.19032549
    And we were doing so well. This didn't even come up in the last thread.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:28 No.19032554
    [X] Lethal injection
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:28 No.19032560
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:28 No.19032561
    >She's still got her striker on

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:28 No.19032567
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    But I already have one to take care of.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:28 No.19032568
    ...is this about sending Paddy her way?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:29 No.19032572

    Why do the flight crews get upset at having to fix things that we break in new and interesting ways?
    They're ENGINEERS.
    "Shit broke in new and interesting ways" is both their hobby and their way of life.
    They'd be more angry if the job consisted of a mechanical check and a refueling.

    Did we get slack-ass bullshitt Engineers that hate fixing things or something?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:29 No.19032573
    You probably saved her. Good job, MC.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:29 No.19032578
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    "Where are we going today?"
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:29 No.19032582
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:29 No.19032586
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    How the hell do those legs work?

    Also is captcha just sending out people with cameras now?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:30 No.19032588
    I'm amazed we weren't tacked to the ground by the sheer force she must have tackled us with.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:30 No.19032589
    Because you make something nice and shiny and perfect and then some asshole comes and fucks all your work up while being incredibly smug about it.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:30 No.19032591
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    Silly planefag. You spelt it wrongly.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:30 No.19032593
    Such is life in aviation crews
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:30 No.19032596

    We should increase power to our foward swag, that ought to stop her spinning us.
    >> Major Airlift 05/08/12(Tue)22:30 No.19032598
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:30 No.19032599
    Your welcome, though I suppose I ought to ask what I did to receive such a warm welcome.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:30 No.19032600
    What are we gonna do in the surgery onii-chan?
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:30 No.19032607
    >Inb4 we get tackled and spun by Robin
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:30 No.19032609
    >Land Strikers resemble the caterpillar treads of tanks and even allow Witches to travel at high ground speeds via a sliding motion. Note the treads are located in the lower leg sections and spin along the shins and calves; no physical contact is made with the ground instead a magical field propels the Witch.

    tl;dr MAGIC
    >> Major Airlift 05/08/12(Tue)22:30 No.19032610
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:31 No.19032612
    Orrrr she's happy that we saved Wendiline.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:31 No.19032618
    >Also is captcha just sending out people with cameras now?

    Google are using it to transcribe satellite photos of road signs.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:31 No.19032619
    I think it's less that and more YOU BROKE MAH BEHBEH
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:31 No.19032621
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    >> Fritz the drunk pirate 05/08/12(Tue)22:31 No.19032623
    The brits do love their bayonets, i think it was a couple years ago that a whole company of brits bayonet charged like 5 insurgents.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:31 No.19032631
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:31 No.19032632
    Legs go into hammerspace when shoved into a Striker.
    >> Crix !!nLvSV/0cRma 05/08/12(Tue)22:32 No.19032638
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    Even the tankers love us
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:32 No.19032641
    We engineers all secretly hate our jobs. The only reason we stay is because we get Stockholm Syndrome for it.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:32 No.19032649
    Scottish marines, and they killed like 11 without any casualties on their own

    The rest didnt want to fuck with the highlanders anymore
    >> Arch-Magos Winter !!GgQN8rJg+y8 05/08/12(Tue)22:32 No.19032656
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:33 No.19032658
    I'm assuming that if a Striker Unit got hit, they would still keep their legs, right?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:33 No.19032661
    I do it for the money
    >> Crix !!nLvSV/0cRma 05/08/12(Tue)22:34 No.19032670
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:34 No.19032671

    They usually eject the striker.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:34 No.19032687

    Depends who is writing. In the show universe yeah, in SWQ probably, in that subwitch guy's thing probably not.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:35 No.19032694
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    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/08/12(Tue)22:35 No.19032697
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    >> Kotters !frHeeRur5g 05/08/12(Tue)22:35 No.19032699
    ...Now this is interesting.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:36 No.19032703
    Is this an /a/ joke or something, 'cause I don't get it.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:36 No.19032705
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    >> Fritz the drunk pirate 05/08/12(Tue)22:36 No.19032707
    Oh, well nevermind then. such can be expected of scotts.
    >> planefag !!0ZviLFh59My 05/08/12(Tue)22:36 No.19032708
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    "Miles," you say absently.

    She beams at you.

    "dafuq," you query intelligently.

    She latches onto your head like a goddamned bobcat seizing its prey and gives you a big smack on the lips.

    "Wut," you say, still somewhat disoriented from the rapid sloshing of hormones and other assorted chemicals in your brainy-meats.

    "You probably saved a few of my friends out there," she tells you. "They said some lunatic with a plane painted on a plane flew low and slow, with a big 'please shoot me' sign on his ass, and strafed the hell out of the Martian's big push."

    "Uh. That worked?" you ask, trying to shift mental gears, but just grinding them.

    She grins and hugs you, and this time you notice she's got bandages and patches all over her midsection, and that her Striker is shot all to hell, charred and dinged. "You took out their field guns, too. They would've been torn apart in the open, when they counter-attacked, and - you - you -" Miles looks around guiltily, as of only now realizing what she's doing.

    "You did well," she says politely.

    "What? Us Yanks? Did... what?" Sean says from behind you, pouncing like a pack of dogs on a three-legged cat.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:36 No.19032713
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    What font do they use for that, anyways?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:36 No.19032715
    Reminds me of Pathfinders from Tribes: Ascend.

    So, could they GO FAST?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:37 No.19032724
    >they said some lunatic with a plane painted on a plane
    Now this is something nice.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:37 No.19032732
    All you've said about your thing is 'little girls die lol'

    Which is great if that is what you are into I guess.
    >> planefag !!0ZviLFh59My 05/08/12(Tue)22:37 No.19032733


    Honestly the most succinct explanation I can think of.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:38 No.19032749
    RUN! While she's still distracted!
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:39 No.19032751
    >lunatic with a plane painted on a plane
    Our legend is spreading.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:39 No.19032752
    Not sure what font that is, but put it in all caps to make it look a little better.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:39 No.19032759

    according to Wikipedia, yes
    >Land Strikers resemble the caterpillar treads of tanks and even allow Witches to travel at high ground speeds via a sliding motion.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:39 No.19032765
    Should be using Wild Words
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:39 No.19032767
    God damn it, if you're seriously writing amputation fetish about SWQ then I'll throw Rynex and his vore fetish at you and the two of you can merge to form some type of monstrous murder fetish loli battle machine.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:39 No.19032771

    >> Crix !!nLvSV/0cRma 05/08/12(Tue)22:40 No.19032772
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    They've been retconned to work like scopedogs from votoms

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:40 No.19032775
    >a plane painted on a plane
    even the groundpounders are learning about us now. swag score+10
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:40 No.19032777
    Just like Miyafuji said.

    We're gonna get ALL the cats.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:40 No.19032783
    Let me try.

    You know when you were a kid and you started cleaning your room or doing your homework or something? And you felt pretty good about it, gettin' shit done, being productive, feeling motivated?

    And then your mom or whoever came in and yelled at you that you better get your work/chores done or, my word, you'll catch it?

    The pilot in this situation is your mom, coming in and demanding you do this shit you were doing anyway.
    >> Kotters !frHeeRur5g 05/08/12(Tue)22:40 No.19032784
    Fuck you guys. I was not going to write amputee fapfics, you sick fucks.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:41 No.19032793
    how about incest fapfics?

    Or a minna fapfic?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:41 No.19032804
    >I was not going to
    So you ARE now?
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/08/12(Tue)22:42 No.19032806
    Just dropping this here before I turn in for the night.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:42 No.19032807
    Really just any kind of depraved smut.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:42 No.19032808

    Amputee tank witch fapfics plox.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:42 No.19032812
    Why not?
    >> Kotters !frHeeRur5g 05/08/12(Tue)22:42 No.19032813
    Minna grabs your cock. You get hard. She sucked it until you came. Then she did it again. Then you both found out you were related.

    The end.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:42 No.19032815
    >> Major Airlift 05/08/12(Tue)22:42 No.19032822
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    Katawa Mahou Shoujo?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:42 No.19032823
    ...touche good sir
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:43 No.19032826
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    How about amputee incest fapfics?
    Ooh, it does look better.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:43 No.19032833
    literature for the ages right there
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/08/12(Tue)22:43 No.19032839
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:43 No.19032840
    That's the spirit! Now more!
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:44 No.19032847
    Do I have to drink for pulling Kotters out of hiding?
    >> Kotters !frHeeRur5g 05/08/12(Tue)22:44 No.19032852
    And then you sliced off her limbs because fuck her.

    The real end.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:45 No.19032861
    It's weird, but all comics and manga are typed in all caps. I never noticed it for the longest time though.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:45 No.19032862
    really, if you want to avoid them, drop the trip
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:45 No.19032866
    12/10 I came.
    I'm good for another, though.
    >> planefag !!0ZviLFh59My 05/08/12(Tue)22:45 No.19032870
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    "You... performed well."

    "We saved... your... aaaasssss," Sean says, drawing out the word into a hellcow-like hiss.

    "Not mine!" Miles says, getting huffy and crossing her arms over her decently-endowed chest. "But some people I've known for years!"

    "The hell is this?" Marv says from behind you. Looking over your shoulder, you see him scooping leaves and twigs out of the port air intake.

    "Er. Heh. About that," you begin, but Marv just waves you off as he points to the streaks of green on the nose-cone. "Long as you didn't fuck my radar," he tells you sternly.

    With the sortie concluded, and everyone still alive, you all collapse onto nearby wooden crates filled or half-filled with ammo, recovered ammo belt links, and other crap and detrius. Ian passes out three cigars, and he wields his zippo with his characteristic sinuous, smooth flourish. Whatever issues he has over Wilma, they seem to have been put to rest by the successful sortie.

    As you recline awkwardly on your elbows atop the big packing crates, blowing smoke into the air, Miles cocks her head curiously, and snaps her fingers at Ian.

    "Hey, don't I know you?"
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:45 No.19032872
    And then we fucked her right? Don't leave me hangin with this trobjob bro.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/08/12(Tue)22:46 No.19032880
    They capitalize everything because lowercase L looks like uppercase I in most english typefaces.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:46 No.19032881
    >And then you started licking her knee scars all over. She did a surprised "Ah!" but then started moaning faintly when your tongue kept poking that place in the middle.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:46 No.19032885
    >Miles knows Ian

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:46 No.19032886
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:46 No.19032887
    Oh god
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:46 No.19032888
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:46 No.19032892
    > "Long as you didn't fuck my radar," he tells you sternly.
    Is Marv warming up to us?
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/08/12(Tue)22:46 No.19032894
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    Stop it, you. Don't encourage them.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:47 No.19032903
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    >"Hey, don't I know you?"
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:47 No.19032911
    No, he's just avoiding attacking us because we have a tank witch who's well armed all up on our dick.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:47 No.19032913
    See that bus coming down the block? What you are going to want to do here is wait until it is reeeaaalllllyyyy close and then grab that smug bastard and throw him under it.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:48 No.19032917
    More like he's getting used to our shit.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:48 No.19032918
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:48 No.19032919
    >> Arch-Magos Winter !!GgQN8rJg+y8 05/08/12(Tue)22:48 No.19032927
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:48 No.19032928
    God it's so obvious. I feel stupid for not thinking of this myself.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:49 No.19032932
    >Everyone knows Ian

    Was he a playboy or something before he signed up?
    >> Writefag 05/08/12(Tue)22:49 No.19032934

    Oh shit...



    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:49 No.19032936
    Perrine, oh Perrine.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:49 No.19032939
    >> Panzerhexen !mYedictMKA 05/08/12(Tue)22:50 No.19032942
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:50 No.19032947
    Turns out, our calender idea wasn't that original.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:51 No.19032957
    Calendar. It's "Calendar"
    >> Major Airlift 05/08/12(Tue)22:51 No.19032963

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:52 No.19032968
    Oh shit! Ian writes fapfics like kotters in 1943!
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:52 No.19032969
    ...Yes it is. I am ashamed that I made that mistake.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:52 No.19032978
    What a terrible waste of water. It would be more efficient to drink it and sweat it out slowly.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:52 No.19032979
    >Ian being hounded by all these women
    >Perrine jumps in and defends him with HONOR and NOBLESSE OBLIGE!

    >Ian is slightly less standoffish towards her
    >she takes this as acceptance and rapes him
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:52 No.19032980
    Do something so incredibly awkward with a whole bunch of I-feel-ashamed-of-myself fetishes, so I can masturbate to it and then feel really shit afterwards.
    >> Panzerhexen !mYedictMKA 05/08/12(Tue)22:52 No.19032984
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:54 No.19032997
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    >I don't eat anything else! - Panzerhexen
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:54 No.19032998
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:54 No.19033000
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:54 No.19033001
    "Minna, I love you," you say. "Please marry me so we can properly make love for the purpose of procreation."

    "Oh, MC," she swoons, falling into your arms, "Just promise me we'll keep the lights out."
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:54 No.19033004
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:55 No.19033014
    why would you post something like that?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:55 No.19033020
    Woah hang on now.

    Gotta grab a proxy for this one.
    >> Arch-Magos Winter !!GgQN8rJg+y8 05/08/12(Tue)22:55 No.19033022
    Oh my god that is some sick shit. You should be ashamed of yourself you perverse bastard.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:55 No.19033023
    This is a work safe board.

    >> planefag !!0ZviLFh59My 05/08/12(Tue)22:55 No.19033024
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    Ian becomes as stone.

    Perhaps, just perhaps, the tip of his cigar quivered a millimeter.

    The calm, before the madness.

    "Nope," he says, the sound drifting from near his mouth, though his lips don't seem to move. A cold breeze of denial wafting towards Major Miles.

    Miles strokes her chin pensively, completely and utterly oblivious. Then she squints at Ian's flight jacket. Through the open zipper, at his jumpsuit.

    "Kent? Ian Kent?"

    His cigar ceases to smoulder, the wispy smoke stopping in mid-drift as his entire being enters some sort of tense stasis state. You feel the ambient temperature drop as Ian sucks the energy into his being, preparing to explode into violent, immediate and decisive action at long last.

    "Nope," he whispers, like cruel January wind slicing over the flat wasteland of a frozen lake.

    Miles beams at him. "Hey, you're Katherine's kid, ain'tcha!?"


    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:55 No.19033026
    Disgusting fuck.

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:56 No.19033031
    Well I suppose this is what I get for going on 4chan.
    >> Writefag 05/08/12(Tue)22:56 No.19033032

    I've read some sick shit. I've seen shit that'd curdle milk.

    That, though, that takes the fucking cake as far as sick, twisted shit.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:56 No.19033037
    >Miles beams at him. "Hey, you're Katherine's kid, ain'tcha!?"
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:56 No.19033038
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:56 No.19033041
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:56 No.19033042
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:56 No.19033044
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:57 No.19033045
    Oh boy.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:57 No.19033048
    Make popcorn and watch the show.
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/08/12(Tue)22:57 No.19033049

    go away, /d/. Keep your sick shit outta here
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:57 No.19033052
    "Who's katherine?"
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:57 No.19033053
    Trip him.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:57 No.19033055
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:57 No.19033060


    Talk to her about where we know her from, offer booze, get her out of there.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:57 No.19033061
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    >"Hey, you're Katherine's kid, ain'tcha!?"

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:57 No.19033066
    Crazy Ivan
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:57 No.19033068
    Holy balls, you've crossed the streams, you've crossed TWQ and SWQ to a large degree.

    Hey Miles, look the winged victory of samothrace. Give Ian enough time to leg it.
    >> Arch-Magos Winter !!GgQN8rJg+y8 05/08/12(Tue)22:57 No.19033069
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:57 No.19033070
    Oh shit Ian your mom got shot in the face
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:58 No.19033073
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    "Oh, you know his mother? Maybe you can bring her here so Ian can introduce Perrine to her!"
    >> Writefag 05/08/12(Tue)22:58 No.19033074

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:58 No.19033075
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:58 No.19033076
    [X]Hit on Ian's mom
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/08/12(Tue)22:58 No.19033078

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:58 No.19033079
    Hmm, we need to distract a tank quickly.

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:58 No.19033081
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    stay around and watch the fireworks
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:58 No.19033082
    "Who's Katherine?"
    >> Major Airlift 05/08/12(Tue)22:58 No.19033084
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:58 No.19033085
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    I'll bet she can do a good job with that on her side.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:58 No.19033086
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:58 No.19033091
    Whisper "This is for that fucking helmet".

    And then do nothing.
    >> Someone else. !!Qb2aRW+wCPO 05/08/12(Tue)22:59 No.19033093
    If Ian is Katherine's son, why does he now know about male magic, or consider that he might have it?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:59 No.19033096
    "Hey look, a Flak 88!"

    Then take Ian out of there.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:59 No.19033097
    Gtfo, report to Minna and or Trude about Alium Ace.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:59 No.19033098
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    >> planefag !!0ZviLFh59My 05/08/12(Tue)22:59 No.19033101
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:59 No.19033102
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:59 No.19033104
    Pull up a chair because this is gonna be good.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)22:59 No.19033106

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:00 No.19033119
    changing my vote (>>19033081) to this
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:00 No.19033123
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    Because panzer is a fag
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/08/12(Tue)23:00 No.19033125

    Anon, you are God.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:00 No.19033128
    Wait... Does this mean Ian's actually British?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:00 No.19033129
    Just because he's a witches son doesn't mean he'd know about male magic, though he probably suspected it considering how calm he was when we talked to him about his gnome powers.
    >> Panzerhexen !mYedictMKA 05/08/12(Tue)23:01 No.19033140
    But, that takes effort....
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:02 No.19033152
    >Click "iqdb"
    >Click "gelbooru"

    Found it.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 05/08/12(Tue)23:02 No.19033161
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    >"Hey, you're Katherine's kid, ain'tcha!?"
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:02 No.19033163
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:02 No.19033171
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:03 No.19033179
    How can we distract a witch long enough for Ian to run? Hit on her.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:03 No.19033182
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    Oh no no no, far from that.
    I'm also not entirely anon, but that's for other threads in other places.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:03 No.19033190
    Hey uh, guys, bit off topic, but uh, I'm doing a widow for my CAD project, everything is going chill, just one question.

    Where are the damn 20mms?
    I haven't been able to spot them in any of my reference pics, could someone maybe help me?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:04 No.19033209
    The belly.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:05 No.19033211
    Check that tub underneath the fuselage. That's where they are.
    >> planefag !!0ZviLFh59My 05/08/12(Tue)23:05 No.19033215
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:05 No.19033220
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    Here. Underslung, way back/
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:05 No.19033221


    sample means you got a downscaled image, not the original. You've downloaded an inferior copy.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:05 No.19033222
    Bulk Rename Utility ought to speed it up.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:05 No.19033227
    Lucky fuck. I was set up to do a BAR for mine and had confirmed it with the teacher all year before he told me he'd changed his mind a month before it was due.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:05 No.19033231
    Nanana hey!
    Batch files
    >> Crix !!nLvSV/0cRma 05/08/12(Tue)23:06 No.19033240
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    sounds like you have too many
    >> Panzerhexen !mYedictMKA 05/08/12(Tue)23:07 No.19033253
    I'm a retard, thanks for reconfirming it
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:07 No.19033255
    >Deleting your post
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:07 No.19033259
    Oh, Galland...
    >> Major Airlift 05/08/12(Tue)23:09 No.19033288
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    Is there more? Please tell me there's more...
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:10 No.19033299

    Thanks, all my reference photos (of the smithsonium one) kinda obscure it.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:10 No.19033306
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:11 No.19033317
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:11 No.19033320
    >not knowing about Smithsonium
    Check you're periodic table, buddy.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:11 No.19033321
    The Hardest Metal known to man.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:11 No.19033322
    Is that some sort of new metal?
    >> !UdzMmUq0Oc 05/08/12(Tue)23:13 No.19033336
    Perhaps it's like Sononium?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:13 No.19033351
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    Must be like that Aloominum I keep hearing about.

    >eipost Buffalo

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:13 No.19033353
    Ah, so an element.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:14 No.19033354

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:14 No.19033365
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:15 No.19033369
    Nyaruko Witches Quest now?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:15 No.19033380
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    The martians are here for our plane! They can't be allowed to take it!
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:15 No.19033382
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    >3 Black Widows were stolen from the USAAF by communist Chinese troops in the final days of WWII. This one is on display at the Institute’s museum outside of Beijing. Jeff Kolln has recently confirmed that the other two were destroyed, and also confirmed the serial number of the survivor.

    Source: http://www.johnweeks.com/p61/index.html
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:16 No.19033401
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:17 No.19033411
    >> planefag !!0ZviLFh59My 05/08/12(Tue)23:18 No.19033428
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    You evaluate thirty different possible explanations for the scenario playing out, and conclude you've got no fucking clue what's going down.

    So all you can do is sit back and enjoy the fireworks, and to this end, you trip Ian as he launches off his crate with flight or fight in mind.

    "You ARE!" Miles says, planting her hands on her hips and glowering at Ian. "Boy, is your ass gonna be inna sling when-"

    "Wait," Sean interrupts, making a t-shape with his hands. "Put yer piston-pants in reverse gear, armored-cheeks. Who? What?"

    "Katherine Kent," Miles says crossly. "Provisional Commander of the 101st PanzerHexen, at the moment. In East Anglia, right now."

    "And this is a problem...?"

    Miles is looming over Ian, who's eyes have become cold, hard marbles of pure - pure - you look away, unable to comprehend the titanic pressures in Ian's head. Put coal in his ear and you could manufacture diamonds.

    "Ian skipped out on his family in England a few years ago," Miles tells you. "Had no idea where he went. Till now. But... signing up with Yankees?" Miles says in tones of amazement.

    "Old woman would've blocked me from service, here," Ian mutters. Armies dangle all sorts of incentives to entice valuable witches; exempting family from the draft is a big one.

    Miles looms over the tripped Ian, and her pretty face darkens with cloudy anger. With her dented and charred Striker, she almost strikes a dark, dramatic pose.

    Too bad she's 5'4''.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:18 No.19033438
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:18 No.19033439
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:20 No.19033459
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:20 No.19033461
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:20 No.19033465
    Haha, oh planefag.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:20 No.19033467
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:20 No.19033471
    HA HA oops
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:20 No.19033474
    Fun as it may be to see Ian squirm, I guess we gotta get around to helping him. After all, he's the guy with the aimhacks.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:20 No.19033478
    >> αlpharius !yJOmegoN4Y 05/08/12(Tue)23:21 No.19033481
    Oh Iain...we finally have some real means of getting revenge for sister related crimes.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:21 No.19033482
    Move to a minimum safe distance and observe.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:21 No.19033487
    oh man.

    Ian is in for a whuppin'

    We could tell Perrine that if she hid Ian, she'd score major points with him.
    >> Crix !!nLvSV/0cRma 05/08/12(Tue)23:21 No.19033493
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    This sounds like a job for perrine
    >> Panzerhexen !mYedictMKA 05/08/12(Tue)23:22 No.19033505
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:22 No.19033510
    Signal Sean to get Perrine quiet-like.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:22 No.19033512
    "Waitwaitwaitwaitwait. Ian. You're British?"
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:22 No.19033514

    Hm... On the one hand, leverage. On the other hand, you have to respect the man for it.
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/08/12(Tue)23:22 No.19033518
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    >Too bad she's 5'4''.

    >> planefag !!0ZviLFh59My 05/08/12(Tue)23:22 No.19033524
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    "We're telling her," Miles growls.

    Ian rises from the ground like a rake somebody stepped on, a perfectly rigid object rising without bending, to stand stiff and motionless.

    "Eat shit and die," he says succinctly.

    Miles smacks him upside the head. "That's your MOTHER! How can you leave her in the dark?"

    "Like this," Ian says, making a zipping motion by his mouth.

    Miles plants her hands on her hips again, and from the attitude radiating off the tiny girl you conclude this isn't going anywhere fast.

    >Side with Ian: his choice.
    >Side with Miles: c'mon, his mother!?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:23 No.19033526

    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 05/08/12(Tue)23:23 No.19033527


    >> Planfog 05/08/12(Tue)23:23 No.19033533
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:23 No.19033536

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:23 No.19033539
    Oh god, the hurt.
    >> αlpharius !yJOmegoN4Y 05/08/12(Tue)23:24 No.19033546
    >Option 3 : Popcorn at dawn
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:24 No.19033547
    >Side with Ian: his choice.

    >> Major Airlift 05/08/12(Tue)23:24 No.19033551
    >Side with Ian: his choice.

    Ian just helped us save all of Mile's friends she just spun us like a little girl for doing. Point that out to her!
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:24 No.19033552
    Side with Ian.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:24 No.19033553
    Side with ourselves: "You should also tell her about the fiancee he found here."
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/08/12(Tue)23:24 No.19033556
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:24 No.19033557
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    sorry girlie, we stand with our bro.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:25 No.19033562
    Side with Miles.

    Ian, family's nothing to laugh at.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:25 No.19033563
    Side with Miles.

    Come on dude she's your mom and shit
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:25 No.19033564
    Imagine if Robin joined up without us know.

    Side with mum.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:25 No.19033566
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:25 No.19033568
    On one hand, it is Ian. He's our gunner, and our good friend. On the other, we know just how pissed we'd be if Robin had gone to war, and we DIDN'T find out until much later.

    Fuck man, this is a hard choice.

    >Side with Ian
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:25 No.19033576
    Imagine if Robin were in the same situation.

    For god's sake, let his mom know.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:26 No.19033578
    "Wait till your mother hears about frenchy"
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:26 No.19033579
    >side with Ian

    "You know, it'd be awfully unfair to rat out the gunner of the plane that saved a lot of your friends."
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:26 No.19033584
    as long as he doesn't get pulled from service (can't be losing sniper-gnome) i think we should encourage ian to talk to his famiry...but, other than that, side with him
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:26 No.19033585
    Side with trolling:
    "No, that can't be right. He already HAS a family, with a girl named Perriene."
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:26 No.19033587
    >Option 3 : Popcorn at dawn
    Dis gun be gud
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:26 No.19033588
    >Side with Ian
    Bros b4 hoes
    Now then, how will Perrine react to finding out he's actually a roach?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:26 No.19033589

    Inquire. If Mommy can A) Make Ian not-a-pilot anymore, or B) abusew authority to get him a desk job somewhere, then we side with Ian.

    OTOH; If she can't stop him doing what he's doing, we let them have a talk. Personal growth, etc.
    Also let Ian set it up on his terms.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:26 No.19033591
    >Imagine if Robin joined up without us know.
    But she did.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:26 No.19033592
    Miles, Ian alongside Sean and I just saved many of your friends and comrades, not to mention the regular ground forces who are breathing because of our insane piloting. If he decided to take this path in life you are not going to stand in his way, DO NOT TELL HIS MOTHER.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:26 No.19033595
    Going to side with Miles this time. It's his fucking mother.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:27 No.19033601
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    We must escalate the chaos further!
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:27 No.19033605
    >Side with Miles: c'mon, his mother!?

    That ain't right, Ian.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:27 No.19033610
    Ian's a grown man, and our fr- a crew member. We stand with Ian.... but perhaps, as his own choice, he should let his mother know he's still alive
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:27 No.19033615
    >Saplings grow no more than 15 feet tall.
    >Each engagement we keep dropping closer and closer to the ground.

    Next engagement I fully expect MC to return the widow to the hangar with grass stains on the bottom, leaving the mechanics wondering how someone manage to actually fly while that close to the ground.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:27 No.19033616
    Fuck...I'd say siding with Miles might be for the best; and telling his mother that he saved lives might turn opinions around.

    Could Katherine have the power to pull Ian out of the USAAF?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:27 No.19033619
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    yes yes YES
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:27 No.19033620
    >Side with Miles: c'mon, his mother!?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:28 No.19033626

    we side with the witch on this one....come on not telling your fokes that you are in the war is wrong
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:28 No.19033635
    jacking up the props if we're that low
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:28 No.19033638
    >Side with Miles: c'mon, his mother!?

    We can't let one of our crew members' families not know about where they are and what they're doing, especially in war.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:28 No.19033640
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:28 No.19033643
    Wouldn't Bernoulli's basically glue you to the ground like a vaccuum cleaner once you get that close, and wreck you?
    Or do I fail physics forever?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:29 No.19033653
    Going with the witch on this one. This ain't right.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:29 No.19033660
    Side with Ian.

    He's been our bro, despite all the shit we've gone through and put each other through.

    Selling him out to his mom is a dick move.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:30 No.19033665

    Eh, if we scrape the top of a hill that we've come down on at an angle it's doable. Especially if we're a touch nose-up.

    Fucking hard, but doable.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:30 No.19033667
    ...I hate to say it, but...it'll be good for him. Side with miles let ian's mom know
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:30 No.19033670
    Those would be a few of the reasons the mechanics would be wondering how the hell it worked, yes.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:30 No.19033672
    depends on initial angle and duration spent that close... but the props would still be bent, dooming anyway
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:30 No.19033681
    he is our bro, but as long as she can't have him flying a mahogany bomber, i think we should encourage him to tell his mom his wherabouts...not the witch though, she needs to stay buttoned up
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:30 No.19033683
    not telling your fokes that you are in the war is a bigger dick move
    >> !UdzMmUq0Oc 05/08/12(Tue)23:30 No.19033685
    I think that's the point.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:31 No.19033688
    >Side with Miles: c'mon, his mother!?

    Who doesn't love their mother?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:31 No.19033691
    Uh, guys. I'm more worried about what his mom is going to do to US when she finds out that Ian's life has been entirely in our hands way too many times.

    Side with Ian.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:31 No.19033696
    go with ian because gods damn this is good blackmail oppertunity at any time for us.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:31 No.19033699
    Jesus look at all these replies.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:31 No.19033700

    Side with the cute girl with the giant knockers. Ian will understand.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:31 No.19033701
    Miles may unbutton herself as she pleases....
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:32 No.19033711
    Tell his mom. She can't touch him in the USAAC and she deserves to know where her fucking son is.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:33 No.19033730
    Get Minna to Pull rank on Kent and tell her no dice your son is too important.
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/08/12(Tue)23:33 No.19033733

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:33 No.19033734
    >She can't touch him in the USAAC
    You seem to forget that his mom also has a couple /tg/ voices in her head.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:33 No.19033736
    >Side with Miles: c'mon, his mother!?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:33 No.19033738
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    kinda important spork in the road
    hella interesting, too
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:33 No.19033742
    Tell he he's enlisted, but not who he's enlisted with. She knows he's alive, (semi-)safe and can receive status updates on through third parties, but can't show up at Barin to drag him home by his ear.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:33 No.19033743
    She can't, but Katherine can...
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:33 No.19033744
    Ian, we play with your fraying sanity like a kitten with yarn, but in a pinch, we're here for you. Your secret is safe with us.

    But you fucking protect our sister, and not with your dick. Are we clear?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:33 No.19033745
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:33 No.19033748
    Side with ian, tell perrine of his britishness
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:33 No.19033749
    No one reads TWQ.

    ( ≖‿≖)
    >> planefag !!0ZviLFh59My 05/08/12(Tue)23:33 No.19033752
    You sigh, rubbing your head miserably. Bros before hos, yes - but family before all, no? Too complex.

    But one thing you're sure of - it's Ian's decision, and right now he needs some more time to make it.

    Besides, that bitch says "Yankee" like only that high-class stick up her pert, tight, delectable, firm little British ass is keeping "damn" off as a prefix. And that shit just won't fly.

    You look about the room for the perfect anti-brit weapon, and find it almost immediately. Sean catches your glance, and you exchange one of those incredibly meaningful moments of silent communication, that wonderful synchronicity of two minds thinking alike. Sean slips away on cat-feet to put portentous events in motion.

    "-am that revolver down your throat if you even THINK of- of-" Miles is saying crossly. "Your mother doesn't even know if you're alive!"

    "She didn't see my name in the paper three times in the last week!?" Ian snarls back. "Bullshit!"
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:35 No.19033773

    Eh if it's 1m tall grass like in an abandoned field ... we'd just mow the lawn a bit.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:35 No.19033774

    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 05/08/12(Tue)23:35 No.19033775

    >Sean catches your glance, and you exchange one of those incredibly meaningful moments of silent communication, that wonderful synchronicity of two minds thinking alike.

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:35 No.19033777
    >"She didn't see my name in the paper three times in the last week!?"
    Point given.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:35 No.19033778
    Eventually we'll just RAM things on the ground to kill them.
    We will, in fact, request a cowcatcher or a garrote wire for our plane.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:35 No.19033779
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:36 No.19033790
    >cowcatcher for the plane
    We already have one manning the radar
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:36 No.19033794
    >tape a spear to the front of our plane
    >try to spear aliums
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:36 No.19033798
    [22:36:06] <&Mira_von_Richthofen> >HASNT SHE SEEN MY NAME IN THE PAPERS?
    [22:36:14] <&Mira_von_Richthofen> >she got shot in the face last thread ;-;

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:37 No.19033802
    Once we et her in bed we can make her say yes to anything.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:37 No.19033803
    >tape Robin to the front of our plane
    >talking spear
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:37 No.19033805
    >that bitch says "Yankee" like only that high-class stick up her pert, tight, delectable, firm little British ass is keeping "damn" off as a prefix
    ...is there any other way to say "Yankee"?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:37 No.19033810
    i sense winning on the horizon.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:37 No.19033811
    Even lawnmowing is hazardous above 200mph.
    Have you ever rode a quad bike without long pants on through a field?
    Did it sting like a motherfucker?
    Well, that happens. Except, the force of you ramming into shit like a dumbass increases as the cube of your velocity.
    Which means, basically, Tree + Plane = hole in the plane.
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/08/12(Tue)23:37 No.19033815

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:38 No.19033821
    You can add "fucking" as a prefix as well.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:38 No.19033822
    We dunno lol, fucking cliffhangers.
    >> !mYedictMKA 05/08/12(Tue)23:38 No.19033834
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    that feel when one if not the oldest Combat tank witch won't pull rank, just "I know your mother" to any witches who fuck with her
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:39 No.19033843
    Oh, of course.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:39 No.19033844
    "Yankee doodle"?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:40 No.19033861
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:40 No.19033865
    These pretzels are making me thirsty.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:40 No.19033867
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    Well, it started with pic related. Putting our feet through Martians, you know the drill.
    Then some kind of projectile kinda pushed its way through our shields and nailed us in the eye.
    Then the thread ended.
    I'm predicting a Polish loli will be bawling over us next thread.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:41 No.19033881
    >Then some kind of projectile kinda pushed its way through our shields and nailed us in the eye.

    >through our shields
    >nailed us in the eye

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:42 No.19033888
    as long as we get to keep him
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:42 No.19033891
    I...uh. Yeah, maybe she should know. Probably needs some good news after that.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:43 No.19033899
    No metagaming. When Ian finds out we throw Froggy at him.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:43 No.19033902
    >encourage Ian to let her know himself...once we've convinced miles to keep it quiet

    although you are right (haven't read the most recent TWQ thread, had to move) this does give a whole new reason for him to tell her
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:43 No.19033903
    >"She didn't see my name in the paper three times in the last week!?"
    >"Well she's half blind right now, so probably not."
    >> !mYedictMKA 05/08/12(Tue)23:43 No.19033909
    Time seems to slow down as the slug enters the very edge of your left eye socket, and gouges out it's path to almost your ear.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:43 No.19033914
    Wait.....fuck i completely forgot about that part. Yeah tell the woman about her fucking kid GODDAMN.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:45 No.19033947
    It's a shame our boatload of medals haven't arrived yet. If Ian goes to meet her it would be nice if he were wearing more metal on his chest than her entire command has on their legs.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:45 No.19033949
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:46 No.19033965
    We Naked Snake/Big Boss now.

    Yeah I know it's his right eye, but deal with it.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:46 No.19033967
    It may have been backhanded pretty hard, but I doubt that angle would turn her to mush.
    >> planefag !!0ZviLFh59My 05/08/12(Tue)23:46 No.19033968
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    "Y- you don' t know how chaotic it's been!" Miles says defensively. "Won't you at least call her? She's worried si-"

    "Oooohohoho, that tough old Witch worried about anything? As you Limey loons like to say, Balder-fucking-dash, bay-bee," Ian says with chilly fervor. "Just try it. I'll ram that cannon up your exhaust port and turn you into a meat popsi-"

    Ian freezes in mid-sentence.

    "... what?" Miles asks warily, Ian's shift so abrupt that she threw her mental track.

    Perrine's arm latches across Miles's throat, and her other hand brings around a thin, silver rapier, turning it this way and that to glint wickedly in the light.

    "English harlot," Perrine whispers lovingly into Miles's ear. "I... will... cut you."
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:47 No.19033969
    WAIT, what if.... she forgot she had a son?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:47 No.19033981
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:47 No.19033982
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:47 No.19033987
    Too much.

    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:47 No.19033988
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    >> αlpharius !yJOmegoN4Y 05/08/12(Tue)23:48 No.19033990
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:48 No.19033991
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:48 No.19033992
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:48 No.19033993
    >> Major Airlift 05/08/12(Tue)23:48 No.19033995
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    Poor Miles...
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:48 No.19033999
    Ha Ha time for Milf.

    Is it metagaming to justify sleeping with Ian's mom, because our CHARACTER doesn't know it's Iam's mom?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:48 No.19034006
    Perrine's gone 1000% yandere. Ian is fucked in every sense of the word.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:48 No.19034008

    That said she's probably just doing exactly what we do, but since she's Perrine we'll just chalk it up to insanity.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:48 No.19034009
    >> Crix !!nLvSV/0cRma 05/08/12(Tue)23:49 No.19034012
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:49 No.19034014
    >"English harlot," Perrine whispers lovingly into Miles's ear. "I... will... cut you."

    No it is ok boner, I know why.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:49 No.19034015
    Then Ian and MC walkway with MC saying you really should call your mom dude.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:49 No.19034016
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:49 No.19034018
    Oh this is going to become a beautiful show. Good show Gnome Young. Good show.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:49 No.19034019
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:49 No.19034021
    No, Crazy Ivan gets you away from things.
    We need to get closer.
    We need ... Navi Yzarc.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:49 No.19034023
    >> Panzerhexen !mYedictMKA 05/08/12(Tue)23:49 No.19034037
    Well fuck me sideways and bake me some luftwaffles
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:50 No.19034041
    and Perrine's gonna have to be told about mama now to save Miles. I'd feel sorry for Ian, but he made his bed, time to not hide under it.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:50 No.19034049
    HA HA! Time for yandere!
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:50 No.19034054
    Haha, time to bounce with Ian, then bro it up and asking him on why he did so.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:51 No.19034059
    Nope! In fact it's quite the opposite!
    But she's married, so I don't think we can.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:51 No.19034065
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    dear god what have we done
    characters confronting issues in SWQ? blasphemy...although we're starting to do better
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:51 No.19034070
    1. Retreat to safe distance.

    2. Popcorn and/or Alcohol
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:51 No.19034071
    >But she's married, so I don't think we can.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:51 No.19034073
    A quick note: Perrine is NOT allowed in the pillow fort.
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:52 No.19034081
    wait cant we send our pocket healer to see his mum?
    think about the favors we will have on him.......
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:52 No.19034082
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    Oh crap you got me good with that.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:52 No.19034083
    we may confront things but nobody else does.
    theres a reason we for some odd ass reason is the voice of reason.
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    Your shipment of crazy has arrived!
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:52 No.19034100
    No, this is too big. The martians we can handle. THIS we run away from.
    >> !UdzMmUq0Oc 05/08/12(Tue)23:53 No.19034105
    That's not what's stopping it from happening. The married tonk witch is what's stopping it from happening.
    >> Panzerhexen !mYedictMKA 05/08/12(Tue)23:53 No.19034112
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:53 No.19034113
    Human tank who took a bullet to the face.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:53 No.19034117
    >marriage getting in the way of anything
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:54 No.19034122
    respect the ring. if nothing else, respect the ring. double for military, triple for deployed military
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:54 No.19034123
    GNOME pilot ace.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:54 No.19034125
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    >cat fight between a french pilot witch and a English tank witch
    you better get a camera because this shits going down in the history books
    >> αlpharius !yJOmegoN4Y 05/08/12(Tue)23:54 No.19034134
    >Married to another tank commander
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:54 No.19034139
    Isn't she like 40 years old? Face it, our pilot tricks wouldn't even phase her.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:54 No.19034141
    >Make a bet with Sakamoto
    >> planefag !!0ZviLFh59My 05/08/12(Tue)23:55 No.19034144
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    Miles breaks out in a cold sweat as Perrine tightens her arm across her throat, applying more pressure as she turns the blade.

    "I'm a crazy, unreasonable Frenchy," Perrine whispers with soft intensity. "And I'm fifteen years old, and I'm female, and I'm told that qualifies me as genuinely bat-fuck insane." She winks at Ian as she says this.

    Ian doesn't wink back.

    "Wh-wh-wha-" Miles begins to stutter, but Perrine clamps her free hand over the tank-witches mouth.

    "Shhh, honey," Perrine says soothingly. "The less you say, the less chance you'll PISS ME THE HELL OFF." She taps the tip of the Rapier against Miles's Striker as she says this, causing Miles to squirm uncomfortably.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:55 No.19034148
    He's not saying it would stop US. It would stop HER.

    Swaggin' milfs on the side only works if they're actually unhappy with their marriage.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:55 No.19034151
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    What better breakfast?
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:55 No.19034152
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:55 No.19034153
    I agree with this.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:55 No.19034162
    "Honey, I'm home! I got some unexpected leave and thought I'd surprise you!"

    Fly, fly away, adulterous pilot man.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:56 No.19034169
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:56 No.19034172
    >One hand on her throat
    >One hand on rapier
    >One hand on mouth

    da fuq
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:56 No.19034173
    I dunno about you guys but I'm masturbating to this.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:56 No.19034175
    I am grinning from ear to ear
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:56 No.19034189
    Oh god

    Perrine knows she's batshit. Either that, or she's been putting on an act to troll everyone for years.

    Oh god waht.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:57 No.19034191
    And then we found out that Perrine has a penis.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:57 No.19034193
    Well, THIS is doing wonders for Ian's relationship with Perrine.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:57 No.19034195
    >implying perrine isn't an eldritch abomination.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:57 No.19034203
    Resist urge to slow clap.
    Fail to resist urge to slow clap.
    Use the blank, stoney-faced stares you get from the two witches to allow Sean to spring his rescue ambush.

    Give Perrine a bro-nod on your way out. She's doing God's work.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:57 No.19034209
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    >that feel when we crash and Ian is injured
    >that feel when Perrine does everything she can to take care of him
    >that feel when despite her best efforts he dies
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:58 No.19034212
    Hey Kotters, feel free to throw in some S&M with Perrine in your filthy incest fapfic.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:58 No.19034216
    That feel when she clings to us afterwards
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:58 No.19034219
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    I wish I had a girl who liked me so much that she'd threaten to murder anyone who hit on me.

    I think...
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:58 No.19034220
    Now seems like the best time to ask where in England Ian grew up.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:58 No.19034222
    >Ian's mom dies without ever seeing her son again
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:58 No.19034223
    Sorry, my mistake: ARM on neck.

    Still, I can't imagine how difficult a position like that must be.
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:59 No.19034226
    "So where in England are you actually from Ian?"
    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:59 No.19034236
    Oh God yes.

    Troll EVERYONE!

    Also, if Perrine is on the ground I guess the witches are running out of juice?
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    >> Anonymous 05/08/12(Tue)23:59 No.19034239

    No you don't.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:00 No.19034246
    You think that until she ties you to a chair and inserts a catheter to keep other girls from ever seeing you.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:00 No.19034247
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    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:00 No.19034251
    Arm around the neck is also the one holding the rapier with the other hand on the mouth maybe?
    >> Crix !!nLvSV/0cRma 05/09/12(Wed)00:00 No.19034252
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    She's holding the rapier with her tail obviously
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:00 No.19034257
    oh god this
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:01 No.19034261
    Ha ha holy shit
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:01 No.19034265
    Oh god are we going to bring Upotte into this? Moe loli pilots firing moe guns at aliens?
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:01 No.19034266
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    >Panzer killing off the main character after 5 threads.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:01 No.19034269
    But that's the hand on her mouth!
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:01 No.19034270
    >Famas with built in scope
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:01 No.19034273

    for fuck's sake
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:01 No.19034276
    Switch Trude with Minna. Then we got something for the future.
    >> Panzerhexen !mYedictMKA 05/09/12(Wed)00:02 No.19034282
    Reposting because lolswprons

    Speaking of french penis...
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:02 No.19034283
    That's not a FAMAS!

    That's a Deagle.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:02 No.19034286
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:02 No.19034290
    That explains it then, my mistake.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:02 No.19034292
    Oh god yes, crush them all.
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/09/12(Wed)00:02 No.19034295


    They're distracted, boys!
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:03 No.19034298
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    >Not recognizing a fucking AUG
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/09/12(Wed)00:03 No.19034313
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    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:04 No.19034318
    we were "trolling generals"
    it's a /k/ thing
    >> planefag !!0ZviLFh59My 05/09/12(Wed)00:04 No.19034328
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    The timing is excellent to get Ian the hell out of here, but he's staring at the exchange with the same fascinated attention riveting you and Sean to the spot. A few passing techs and engineers stop to watch from a distance, including an entire team of men with a 100-pound bomb cradled in their collective arms.

    Perrine's left hand releases Miles mouth - only to let her forearm crush the Witch's windpipe again, pulling her tight against Perrine, pressing into her back. Perrine flourishes her rapier with lazy grace, then the silvery length of razor-sharp steel whips upward, eliciting a strangled squeal from Miles. The flat of the blade lands across Miles's cheek with what must be stinging force, and the tiniest trickle of blood can be seen.

    Perrine puts her lips right against Miles's ear, and as she whispers, low and hateful, Major Miles's eyes grow wide as dinner plates as her complexion goes pale... er.

    >Get Ian out of here quietly?
    >Instigate catfight?
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:05 No.19034343
    Hmm, would be fun for a catfight, but bomb's nearby. Rather we get the fuck out.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:05 No.19034347
    >not instigating a catfight
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:05 No.19034350
    >low whispering
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:06 No.19034355
    Ask Ian about his proud British heritage.
    >> αlpharius !yJOmegoN4Y 05/09/12(Wed)00:06 No.19034356
    >Get Ian out of here quietly?
    If we stick around we will inevitably end up getting lynched by someone
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/09/12(Wed)00:06 No.19034357

    Extricate IAN, instigate CATFIGHT. Take PICTURES for POSTERITY (and BLACKMAIL)
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:06 No.19034358
    Does the instigate catfight option entail leaving Ian high and dry?
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:06 No.19034359
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:06 No.19034362
    >lightning powers
    >lots of flammable objects nearby

    Must... resist...
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:06 No.19034365
    >Instigate catfight
    Do you even have to ask?
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:06 No.19034366
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:06 No.19034367
    >Instigate catfight?

    All is coming together now. Ian is at his most protective of Perrine when we are trolling her.

    Soon, my friends. Soon.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:06 No.19034372
    >tonnerre with bombs around
    Time to leave.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:06 No.19034374

    "So where in England are you actually from Ian?"

    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:06 No.19034376
    >Get Ian out of here quietly and quickly

    Time to get the fuck out.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:06 No.19034378

    >Get Ian out of here quietly

    We needs to have a talk about your family, mac.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:07 No.19034386
    "That's a Ian family friend, Perrine."
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:07 No.19034388

    []Get Ian out of here quietly?
    []Instigate catfight?
    [XXXXXXXXXXXX] bring up Ian's nationality
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:07 No.19034391

    >Extricate Ian


    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:07 No.19034395
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:07 No.19034403
    "So, Ian ... what part of England did you grow up in?"
    >> Panzerhexen !mYedictMKA 05/09/12(Wed)00:07 No.19034404
    Planefag, blood demands blood, if you let this go without somehow fucking over the french whore, I will stop loving you (for today)
    >> Crix !!nLvSV/0cRma 05/09/12(Wed)00:07 No.19034405
    >Instigate catfight

    At least watch.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:07 No.19034406

    If you guys like it so much... you know that Strike Witches Quest imageboard that One Guy set up?

    Yeah. Might want to check that later tonight.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:08 No.19034411

    "So Ian, if Katherine is your mother, that makes you English, right?"
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:08 No.19034413
    this. then while getting ian away from the storm, encourage him to talk to his damn parents
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:08 No.19034414
    Extract, when Ian is free yell out to Perrine that he's as limey as the union fucking jack.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:08 No.19034421
    "...including an entire team of men with a 100-pound bomb cradled in their collective arms."

    A catfight is not the best option at this point, since Perrine can use lightning bolts.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:08 No.19034424

    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:08 No.19034426
    >Strike Witches Quest imageboard
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:08 No.19034429

    We can de-escelate by changing the topic, to ian's nationality, they wouldn't kill him, just chase him around commicly
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:09 No.19034433
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:09 No.19034436
    Time to GTFO gents
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:09 No.19034437
    Lets get the hell out of here. Perrine is merely the lesser evil here at the moment.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:09 No.19034444
    I'm sure Ian being a respectable person would come from the North.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:09 No.19034447
    Stand there and DO
    Their vision is based on movement. If we just stand still and let this play out, everything will be all right.
    >> Tofu 05/09/12(Wed)00:09 No.19034450
    >If you guys like it so much... you know that Strike Witches Quest imageboard that One Guy set up?

    Are you talking about the one I setup for the IRC?
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:10 No.19034458
    I would also like to know Wut.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:10 No.19034462
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:10 No.19034470
    We need to de-escalate this situation. We need to change to topic to something innocuous. Like Ian's family and childhood.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:11 No.19034475
    I think that screaming "CATFIGHT, WOO WOO!"

    Would defuse the situation.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:11 No.19034476

    Get Ian out of there.
    Instigate CATFIGHT.
    Save MILES from Perrine.
    Take photos for posterity (and blackmail)
    Wait for right opportunity to spring on BOTH.
    Achieve DOUBLE BOUNCE.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:11 No.19034483
    you holdin out on us bro?
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:11 No.19034484
    Fucking Family Guy.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:11 No.19034493
    Exactly, we are Ian's superior right? We need to do the adult thing and start talking about his summers in Oxford or what has he.
    >> αlpharius !yJOmegoN4Y 05/09/12(Wed)00:12 No.19034497
    Wait a minute, just moments ago Miles was spinning MC around and thanking us for saving her men, hell she even gave MC a kiss.
    And we then go and set frenchy on her.

    We may not agree with the whole IANS MUM MUST KNOW thing, but letting her get cut up by stalker frog seems a bit much
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:12 No.19034502
    Da fuk?
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:13 No.19034512
    Or, you know, Jurassic Park. Where it came from. That's an option, too.
    >> Tofu 05/09/12(Wed)00:13 No.19034513
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:13 No.19034514
    Well, it's a loss that we must accept.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:14 No.19034532
    It sucks yeah, but brethren before wenches.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:17 No.19034567
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:18 No.19034582
    As inexplicably... entrancing as the scene is, you feel a sudden pang of guilt for feeding Miles to this she-devil. Miles is a pretty sweet girl, all things considered - you need to give her SOME way out.

    "So, Ian, what part of England did you grow up in?" you ask him casually.

    Perrine's hideous little whispers stop in mid-sentence.

    "Don't be like that, Per," Sean slides in. "I mean you're cuddling an Englishwoman as we spea-"

    Perrine HURLS Miles away from her like she's made of flaming syphilis. She's not quite clear before Miles's striker-leg comes back and kicks Perrine right in the belly. The girl rolls with it, responding with surprising dexterity, and electricity starts crackling and snapping in the air around her as she readies her weapon.

    "I DON'T LIKE HIM AT ALl!" Perrine lies loudly, diving for Miles with her blade. Even with a damaged Striker, it's less threatening then a Q-Tip to the equipped Witch, and Miles fends it off easily, seizing a packing-crate lid as her own non-lethal catfight-beater.

    "Too bad, Frenchie, you were actually being truthful for a little bit there!" Miles retorts, wading in with her lid. "ABOUT BEING A CRAZY BITCH AND ALL!"

    Soon the two girls are tussling and kicking and wrassling and hair-pulling in a delightful knotty twisting ball of stockinged legs, firm butts and uniform shirts being pulled, twisted and yanked tight against well-shaped bosoms. A small crowd is beginning to gather, war-work be damned.

    "Shit, we could sell tickets," Sean observes.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:18 No.19034595
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:19 No.19034601
    ...I don't trust this.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:19 No.19034602
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:19 No.19034604

    Fight! We must do the responsible thing!

    >> planefag !!0ZviLFh59My 05/09/12(Wed)00:19 No.19034610
    >firefox clearing all fields when I hit "back" button

    chrome, why did I turn from you

    Thank god I learned to copy the post before hitting submit, god damn
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:19 No.19034613
    >inb4 Wilma
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:20 No.19034620
    Set up a curtain and sell tickets.

    Alternatively, break out the gun-camera and record this shit.
    >> Crix !!nLvSV/0cRma 05/09/12(Wed)00:20 No.19034622
    why can't I hold all this tsun

    What happened to Perrine fainting over Ian's exploits?
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:20 No.19034625

    Thaaats the one.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:20 No.19034626
    Oh god yes, it feels so good.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:20 No.19034629
    >well-shaped bosoms

    Calling bullshit.
    >> αlpharius !yJOmegoN4Y 05/09/12(Wed)00:21 No.19034635
    You will find no respite by returning to chrome planefag.
    Remember why you left it. Remember how this is all just SSDD.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:21 No.19034638
    Aaand out we go.

    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:21 No.19034645
    Mm. Smells like Beer O'clock.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:22 No.19034655
    I've got Firefox 11, it doesn't clear the fields when I hit the "back" button.

    Or are you using the "return" button that 4chan provides, and not hitting back in the browser?
    >> Tofu 05/09/12(Wed)00:22 No.19034657
    Wait, you're planning on posting sidestory there?
    Cool to see somebody using it for something.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 05/09/12(Wed)00:22 No.19034673

    "Taking all bets!"

    We've escaped from another life-or-death battle against out unknowable enemy. This is how we unwind.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:23 No.19034690
    >. A small crowd is beginning to gather, war-work be damned.

    Um, guys?

    There's a war going on. People to save, aliens to kill, pilots and soldiers counting on us.
    >> planefag !!0ZviLFh59My 05/09/12(Wed)00:23 No.19034695

    STRIKE WITCHES will resume on FRIDAY, same place, same time. No cliffhangar today because fuck those are played out, don'cha think?

    Yeah, me neither.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:24 No.19034705
    >not using SWIron

    It's chrome that doesn't send your shit to google, which makes it faster AND more private. Only downside is it can be a bitch to update.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:24 No.19034706
    Your face is a war going on.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:24 No.19034718
    They're injured and out of magic, and our plane is totaled. We're not going anywhere.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:24 No.19034719
    ...and when brass shows up demanding an explanation, we thrown Ian under the bus and Crazy Ivan.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:24 No.19034726
    Hush. Let them concentrate on what's important.
    >> Major Airlift 05/09/12(Wed)00:24 No.19034727
    As requested.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:24 No.19034729
    Yeah! pour more gasoline on the fire.
    >> Panzerhexen !mYedictMKA 05/09/12(Wed)00:25 No.19034739
    Ey jerkface, what about that god damn battlereport you promised me? Gotta ask here since you don't answer in the IRC
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:25 No.19034741
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/09/12(Wed)00:25 No.19034744


    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:25 No.19034749
    I've been meaning to ask this for a while, since I'm unfamiliar with the terminology: What exactly is this smash that comes up regularly when planefag writes about fighting them aliums in the sky?
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:26 No.19034753
    how have you not come to expect this by this point in SWQ?
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:26 No.19034754
    This should be good.
    >> Tonight on Thunder and Lightning: Da fuck are you? Da fuck you doing? Da fuck was that? Writefag 05/09/12(Wed)00:26 No.19034759
    Lt. James Anders of the 48-512th Joint Pursuit Squadron regained consciousness slowly, painfully aware of his head pounding in such a way that the previous day’s hangover was like a pleasant memory of a childhood vacation. Opening his eyes, Anders was happy to note that someone had dragged him back to his room and, thankfully for the pounding within his skull, the lights were dimmed nicely.

    “The fuck time is it?” he muttered to himself, looking around for where he’d placed the clock.

    “A quarter-past-midnight, Lt. Anders.” A voice replied back.
    James nearly fell out of bed. “Jesus fuck! Brown?” He tried to regain his composure. “What the hell are you doing in my quarters?”

    “Mr. Brown, please.” The man replied calmly as if it were the most normal thing in the world for him to be sitting in Anders’ room at this hour of the night. “As for what I’m doing. I’m just playing solitaire.” And indeed, he had a deck of cards spread across the small table against the wall. “You had quite the day yesterday, Lieutenant, though I’m afraid I had to hear all about it secondhand.”
    >> αlpharius !yJOmegoN4Y 05/09/12(Wed)00:26 No.19034760
    >inb4 the next thread starts with Ian's arm locked around our neck and trying to choke the life out of the one he blames for everything going wrong
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:26 No.19034761
    We're not the only pilots.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:26 No.19034762
    Gotta go fast.
    >> planefag !!0ZviLFh59My 05/09/12(Wed)00:26 No.19034764

    Sometimes, for no reason, it decides the "saved form data" for the board is "blank," and autofills that, far as I can tell. Happens when I take off my trip to post in another thread somewhere, then come back here and IMAGE REPLIES MAXED, back-button, autofill to blank, GOD DAMN.

    But there's an innawoods NOPE thread on /k/ right now of extremely rare quality! I couldn't resist!
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:26 No.19034767
    Bad planefag! Bad! Stop baiting the Trudefags with transparent false hopes.
    >> Tofu 05/09/12(Wed)00:26 No.19034771
    Whelp, thread over. COME HANG OUT IN MY IMAGBOARD!

    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:26 No.19034772
    Whoa, whoa. Throwing Ian to the sharks or the Perrines is one thing. No way in hell we're throwing him to the brass. That's what Perrine is for. Shit, man, she's the one who pulled a fucking rapier on people.
    >> Tofu 05/09/12(Wed)00:27 No.19034783
    Or just keep posting in this thread, that's fine too.
    >> http://pastebin.com/pXExQNAA - Now with spaces between paragraphs! Writefag 05/09/12(Wed)00:27 No.19034784
    Anders stared at the man. “I’m a pilot. It’s what the government gives me hazard pay to do.”

    Brown just smiled and began gathering the cards and shuffling them. “I wonder, Lieutenant. What would you bet that you could tell me what the top card of this deck is?”

    He blinked, getting that feeling that Mr. Brown was having a conversation about something and hadn’t bothered telling Anders what it was. “Uh… Not much?”

    Brown continued smiling and shuffling- it was definitely getting creepy now. “So guess.” Brown set the stack of cards neatly on the table.

    Anders cocked an eyebrow, thoroughly confused. “The hell? Do I look like some travelling magici-“
    Brown reached into his impeccably tailored jacket and produced a M1911 and pointed it squarely at Anders chest. The words in Anders mouth fell away mid-sentence. “A guess, please?” He thumbed the hammer back.

    Anders swallowed hard, staring down the barrel he imagined he could almost see the .44 round at the other end. “What are you doing?”
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:27 No.19034787


    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:28 No.19034797
    Uh oh.
    UH OH.

    All Trudefag team members assemble for takeoff.
    For the glory of our waifu.
    >image limit
    >can't post Strigon emblem
    Well dang.
    >> archivalfag 05/09/12(Wed)00:28 No.19034800
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    AAAAAALRIGHTY. This week's archive:


    And remember, Panzer is a dirty french-canadian.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:28 No.19034801

    You... could call it that... I guess...

    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:28 No.19034803
    Well at least I know which threads to avoid, come Friday.
    >> http://pastebin.com/u/LegioCI Writefag 05/09/12(Wed)00:29 No.19034808
    “Motivation. Guess correctly or I’ll fire.” The spook’s voice was calm, almost bored.

    “But-“ Anders tried to start.

    “I can assure you, whatever happens to me afterword, it will not concern you in the least.” He jiggled the barrel a bit and Anders eyes followed it perfectly. “Now, a guess?”

    “Three of spades.” Anders answered, barely thinking.

    Using his other hand, Brown reached down and bent the top card back just enough to see what it was. He looked pleased with himself before thumbing the hammer forward again. “It must’ve been a very interesting and exhausting day for you, Lt. Anders. You should get some sleep.” And with that Mr. Brown stood up, turned off the single lamp that had been lighting the room and walked out the door.

    Anders collapsed back into his bed.
    >> Panzerhexen !mYedictMKA 05/09/12(Wed)00:29 No.19034810
    You die in a fucking fire you filthy communist dicksuck
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:29 No.19034822
    More of a...backside story?
    >> Bob Johnson !EpnUW.GCZM 05/09/12(Wed)00:29 No.19034824

    One last thing. I WANT THUNDERBOLTS.


    That is all.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:30 No.19034833
    So, Ian, you going to answer me? *take a niiiiice long drag*
    >> archivalfag 05/09/12(Wed)00:30 No.19034836
    Love you too, dear.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:30 No.19034838
    So is there fapfic tonight?
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:32 No.19034851
    I also want thunderbolts, but of the death-ray variety.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:32 No.19034858
    Has it become customary so quickly?
    >> Tofu 05/09/12(Wed)00:32 No.19034860
    Apparently it's going to be on my board, according to my insider sources.

    One more link for old times sake: http://tofusaur.us/
    >> Fapfiction Dude 05/09/12(Wed)00:33 No.19034868
    No fapfic, I'm writing a legitimate story.

    I may do a fapfic if I feel like it though.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:33 No.19034876
    please tell me its the whole "infantry meets witch" thing from a few threads back...i'd be so happy
    >> Fapfiction Dude 05/09/12(Wed)00:34 No.19034888
    Yup, that's the one.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:35 No.19034896
    That can't be the end of thunder and lightning for the eve?
    >> Another Bright and Sunny Egyptian Day! Writefag 05/09/12(Wed)00:35 No.19034898
    When Anders next awoke, a heavy down pillow was being thrown into his face. He cursed, being thrown into consciousness by someone who was soon to be dead. “DA FUCK WAS THAT? I’LL FUCKIN’-“

    “Oi, Knight. It’s Oh-Seven-Hundred.” Flip stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. “Bristol says twenty hours is enough and you need to haul your ass out of bed.”
    Anders rubbed his eyes. “The fuck? Twenty hours?”

    “Yeah, you’re lucky Okabe’s got Red Flight off rotation for today. Witches really burned themselves out in that furball yesterday. And with you collapsing on the tarmac…” Flip ran forward suddenly, grabbing the matrass from the bottom he hoisted up, rolling Anders out the other side of the bed.
    “FUCKING SHIT!” Anders screamed, hitting the floor.

    “Bristol told me to do that if you weren’t fast enough.” Flip said. “Personally, we’ve got the day off. Why waste it sleeping?”
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:36 No.19034914
    Is there anyone who'd actually fall for it at this point?
    It's been fairly obvious for a while that there's no stopping the train.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:37 No.19034921
    now officially lurking that new imageboard and waiting
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:38 No.19034934
    >> Fapfiction Dude 05/09/12(Wed)00:38 No.19034936
    I'm not posting on that imageboard.

    If there is a fapfic, it's not mine.
    >> Again: Da fuck just happen? Writefag 05/09/12(Wed)00:38 No.19034937
    Five minutes, a pair of pants and a clean shirt later, Flip and Anders were striding down the halls of Fortress Alexandria towards mess. “So you got a knew fighter?”

    “Yep. Prototype, even. Dunno why they shipped it all the way out here, though. I would’ve been fine with another L.” Anders threw his arms back behind his head, his mood lifting as he remembered the improvements. “They put paddle props on it, like a Thunderbolt. New engines, too. They didn’t want to mass produce them-“

    “Good morning, Bernard!” Anders had barely registered Megan Hofer, the American witch, until she’d greeted his wingman. “Finally got Sleeping Beauty out of bed?”
    Flip grinned at her. “At least it didn’t require True Love’s Kiss. Just turning the matrass over on top of him.”

    She smiled back at him. “Let me know if you need help next time. Going to enjoy your day off?”
    “To the fullest, Megan. To the fullest.” Anders stood there dumbfounded as the two chatted like old friends.
    >> 'Cause Flip needs his exercise! Writefag 05/09/12(Wed)00:38 No.19034952
    The witch winked and smiled. “I’ll let you guys go eat. I’m stepping in ten minutes anyway.”
    Anders let the American witch trot off in a direction he assumed led to the Striker docks before he turned to Flip. “The hell was that? Since when were you on first names basis with the witches?”

    “Oh Megan? Funny thing! Last night we were talking during dinner. Turns out she was born like two towns over from me back in Georgia! Weird, huh? So, what were you saying about them not producing that prototype?” The conversation went on for another couple of minutes before the event repeated itself, this time with the Russian witch, Koldunov, who giggled coyly, blushing as Flip described how much he had enjoyed the dinner she had helped prepare the previous night.

    As she disappeared, presumably to join Hofer to sortie with Franklyn and McHale, Anders turned to his wingmate. “Ok, seriously, what the hell is going on?”

    “James, listen.” Flip stopped walking and leaned against the wall. “You and Bozo, and the rest of the guys can complain about being stuck flying with witches all you want. It’s completely your prerogative whether you want to hate ‘em or not.” He grinned wryly. “Me, I look at where we came from- the middle of a desert with nobody without a twig-and-berries between their legs within a hundred miles- and I see this base for the gift that it truly is. We are surrounded by young, beautiful women, James, every one available and aching for the tender caress of a man. You guys can sit back and grumble all you want, but my Daddy didn’t raise to be that kind of man…”

    “Hey, I can get all the women I want without sticking my dick in cra-“ Anders started to complain.

    “…A homo.”

    Anders wasn’t sure if they kept a record for the fastest sprint to the Mess Hall, but he was pretty sure that Flip broke that record running from him.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:40 No.19034968
    is it gonna be in here then? no matter, i'll keep em both open
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:40 No.19034975
    >Not sticking your dick in crazy

    Dammit Anders, get your shit together.
    >> Tofu 05/09/12(Wed)00:41 No.19034990
    I myself don't know what's going down.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:42 No.19035010
    >no stopping the train.
    Only if you haven't been paying any attention to who our conductor is. Don't think he won't pull some multi-track drifting, it's not beyond him.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:46 No.19035059
    I do expect him to string along the poor Trudefags for as long as he can, but I'd be surprised if he didn't crush all their hopes in the end. Again.
    >> Fapfiction Dude 05/09/12(Wed)00:47 No.19035066
    Alright, this is Eastern European front, so totally new setting!


    Lying on his side in the foxhole, Karl Haupt took a moment to re-evaluate his life, and the choices
    that had led him here. He had grown up being taught that he was a superior man and thought that going to war was the path to proving his value in spite of his lack of Aryan traits. So when the Fatherland issued the call to arms, he answered, along with every man of age in his hometown. The idea of marching alongside fellow members of superior blood, driving their enemies before them in droves...

    Well, reality had a way of crushing dreams. And this time it was crushing them under heavy artillery bombardment. And it wasn't even normal artillery. Fucking alien shit broke open and spat out dozens of tiny shells that hit all over the place.

    "Well, at least we're not letting them do all the talking, eh boys?" The men sharing his tiny shelter muttered agreements, each one thankful that for every whining Martian shell, there was a whistling human one giving it right back to the fucking squids. That still left the forces on the ground in deep shit, though.

    The Eastern Front of the Invasion War was a nasty place. Moreso than any other front, it
    most closely resembled the trench-covered hell of the Great War. The Martians' initial invasion had
    netted them a huge swathe of territory, extending from just east of Moscow, across Poland, and
    halting just shy of the German border. Human and Martian forces were now in a deadlock as Humanity's forces were too thinly spread to risk an attack, and the Martians were surrounded: Near-infinite Russians from the east, Germans to the west, while the Fins and the Polish Remnant (who had fled during the Nazi invasion) threatened the north.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:47 No.19035069
    he is powered by tears. it can't be helped
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:47 No.19035073
    Planefag did say that it was unlikely for us to get one witch, much less two.
    >> Fapfiction Dude 05/09/12(Wed)00:49 No.19035090
    >fucking formatting, goddamn. Sorry about that folks

    So both sides were content to sit across a stretch of no-man's land, taking potshots at each other.

    Until today, that is. Because today, some Martian had gotten a bug up his tentacles about breaking out of the pocket. And that was why the artillery had been loosening sphincters all morning.

    Karl waited for the thumps of impacting shells to stop, and shook the thin layer of dirt off him.
    Looking around, he shook anyone still covering their ears, making certain that his squad was ready
    for the Martian attack. At 22, he was a freshly promoted sergeant. The last one had taken a minirocket to the face. The one before him had been cooked by a maser, and the one before him got stepped on by a tripod.

    Just because the front was static didn't mean it was safe.

    "Alright men, they're coming clear across no man's land, this'll be simple! You just stick your head out for a second, fire a shot, then duck right back down! Don't stay out for any more than that!" To the left, Karl heard the heart-stopping sound of the machine-guns opening up on the Martians slithering forward, backed up by the random panzerfaust trying to take out the armor. He stood up, clearing the edge of his foxhole, and immediately wished he hadn't.

    There were more Martians coming at him than he had ever thought existed. A solid wall of tentacles and tripods crawled across the blasted ground. As gunfire raged around him, he stared, unable to accept that death was coming for him. And then he caught a mini-rocket with his helmet, dead center.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:49 No.19035097
    To be fair, all of the best witches are already taken anyway.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:50 No.19035103
    At this point, there doesn't seem to be many trudefags left for him to crush.
    >> Fapfiction Dude 05/09/12(Wed)00:50 No.19035106
    The ground war was a mess, Viviane decided. The moment the Martians had pushed out of their trenches, forces all along the pocket border had begun mobilizing for the counter-attack. Once they blew their strength on Germany, the rest of the world would move in and finally clean out a Martian hold.

    That was the plan, at least. So far it was more like everyone was sitting on their hands. They'd been caught with their pants down, and nobody wanted to be the first to admit that they'd been touching themselves. And so, when the men couldn't get anything done, they sent in the witches.

    Just like always.

    The Martians normally wouldn't risk sending aircraft near Germany, thanks to the ridiculous amount of AA that had been constructed to counter Allied attacks before the alien invasion. However, whoever was in charge of the ground defense had moved in lots of short-range artillery, and that was a vulnerable target. That was what her wing was going to defend.

    Her commander spoke up: "Alright ladies and gentlemen!" There was a quick retort of "no gentlemen here, ma'am!" even from the male pilots. "We've got roughly three-dozen hostiles, mostly steamsleds with needle escorts. Pair up and pick your targets!"

    Viviane charged her weapon and rolled over her wingmate's plane, the pair flashing a "v" to each other as they headed into battle. Her radio crackled in her ear: "Viv, steamsled at our three. Standard run?"

    "Roger that, engaging!" Viviane angled her strikers and dropped altitude, bringing her into the vision of their chosen target. The Ckm she lugged around spat out an impressive amount of lead, forcing the the steamsled to pull up to avoid getting perforated.
    >> Fapfiction Dude 05/09/12(Wed)00:51 No.19035133
    Which put it directly in the firing path of her wingmate, who had been waiting for this shot. The two were old hands at this game, one of them maneuvering the enemy into the other's line of fire. Sure enough, the steamsled exploded as the Hurricane filled it full of 12.7 mm rounds.

    They reformed, picked out another target, and soon enough the sky was filled with invading aliens, desperate men, and magical teenage girls with propellers strapped to their thighs in one giant dogfight.

    While the pilots dealt the heavy damage, the witches drew fire and shielded their wingmates, bringing down the martian aircraft while suffering minimal damage themselves. The tactic was working so well that everyone was caught by surprise when a perforated martian bomber detonated its load in the air rather than falling to the ground. The explosion was massive, consuming both human and martian craft in the fireball, and rocking everything outside it.

    Viviana saw her wingmate's plane disappear inside the fireball.

    She didn't see shrapenel hit and disable her strikers.

    She fell from the sky, stunned at what had happened. They were doing so well, they had been doing well for weeks now, just to be taken away like that...

    As the ground got ever closer, Viviane put up her shields and said goodbye to her pilot. One more life the martians had to pay for.


    And that's what I've got so far. They'll meet each other next time, on Infantry Witch!

    (Oh God did I do this right? Or should I go back to smut?)
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:52 No.19035136
    >best witches are already taken
    What are you talking about. None of them are taken.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:52 No.19035139
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:52 No.19035143
    Yes and yes.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:53 No.19035156
    >asking /tg/ if they want more porn or not
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:55 No.19035191
    My turn now I guess.
    The darkness begins to fade as you slowly awaken the last thing you remember, a blinding flash of light just in front of your plane. You open your eyes and find yourself in strange surroundings, not the Doctors room you spent so much time in at Barin like you expected.

    You get up to examine the room, other than the bed and it's blanket the shut door and the windows high on the wall the room is featureless, empty. You try the door, but it's locked, unable to reach the windows you sit back on the bed for lack of anything better to do.

    Time passes, you almost fall asleep again before the sound of the door opening rouses you just in time to see a cloaked form slip in and close the door again. The figure turns and slips off the cloak, you blink in surprise, Sanya was not what you were expecting.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:55 No.19035196

    I want to see where this one is going.
    >> Fapfiction Dude 05/09/12(Wed)00:55 No.19035199

    Not tonight I have a headache
    >> Tofu 05/09/12(Wed)00:56 No.19035206
    Oh hey, fapfic is finally up on my board.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:56 No.19035209
    "I am glad to see you are awake, No-one was sure how long you'd be out after they gassed you."

    "Gassed me? why am I alive? What happened to the tanks we were supporting?"

    "They pulled out something new, nobody is sure what it does so you've been locked in here as a precaution, as for the mission, everybody was able to withdraw safely back to our lines."

    Sanya steps closer to the bed looking you over, "I'm glad you're safe, I don't know what I'd do if I lost my big brother. I'll be back in a few minutes with you dinner, sorry you have to stay in here." with that she slips out the door.

    True to her word, it's only a short time before she comes back carrying a trayheaped in food, "Yoshika says that at times like these you should keep your strength up, so eat lots."

    You do indeed feel rather hungry so with a nod of thanks you dig in eating heartily, you're close to finishing when you find yourself dozing off, the last thing you remember before blackness consumes you is the warmth of a hug before the blanket is wrapped around you once more.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:57 No.19035221
    Days go by slowly settling into a routine, some meals you fall asleep soon after, others you remain awake as Sanya shares stories of how the war is going, victories and defeats. Soon the boredom becomes mind numbing and all you really care about is the voice, the contact, someone around so you have at least a little change from the monotony. Then the news comes, Minna is dead, the 501st in shambles after the loss.You become alert, perhaps for the first time in weeks. "She's dead, how, what happened? What about the others, is Robin OK?"

    "The martians attacked in force to attempt a landing to reinforce the lines near London, we were to intercept them in the straights. We got there and it's like they knew exactly who she was, all of them targeting her and when she went down the entire squadron fell apart not knowing what to do. Finally we were called back to the castle but no-one knew what to do."

    "Robin was ok, She was the last to break off after seeing the wing commander shot down, Barkhorn had to drag her back to base, if it wasn't for that I think she'd have stayed fighting as well. I'm sorry but I need to go, there's so much to do at the castle now that... now that Minna is no longer with us."

    "Wait" you call out to her, when she turns back you continue, "Let me go back, if I'm out there you all will be safer, you won't go down like Minna did."
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:58 No.19035232
    Sanya looks at you silently for a few moments before shaking her head and slipping out the door.

    For the next several days? weeks? you aren't sure about how long it's been anymore, Sanya does nothing more than show up, slide your tray of food in the door, and pick up the tray from the last meal. The most interesting things to happen the entire time were her tripping with a heavy thud early on, and the taste of the meals.

    Mind once more numbed by the monotony you barely register that Sanya has come in with the meal this time until she starts speaking. "Morning Bratishka, I'm sorry I haven't been able to visit with you recently, things have been busy. I did take the time to learn to cook for you, did you notice? did you enjoy it?" Her words barely pausing she continues. "I know you were worried about your sister so I made sure you'd never be apart again."

    Robin? Here? you weren't sure you'd ever get to talk to anyone again, it's been so long. "Robin's here? Why can she visit now after all this time? why am I still not allowed out?"

    Sanya quietly shakes her head glancing at your meal then quickly looking away, you notice and suddenly have a queasy feeling in your gut. "Sanya, what's going on? Where's Robin?"

    She looks up at you from her seat on the bed next to you. "She kept asking questions, about you and Minna, where I was going, and you were always worried about her. I just made sure you'd always be together."
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:59 No.19035240
    Your suspicions confirmed you vomit your last meal all over the floor before lunging weakly at Sanya, your captor, the one who... you don't even dare finish the thought, too late you notice the shine of magic, the appearance of her familiar before everything goes dark once more.

    As you slowly wake up you realize two things, one that your head hurts surprisingly little for having been rattled by a witch, and two that you have a warm weight curled in your lap, it's not until you try to move that you learn you're also tied to a chair. Soon after you stir you hear Sanyas voice from right below your chin, she's curled up in your lap. "I'm sorry Bratishka but I can't let you leave, can't let you risk yourself out there and die like everybody else does." she sniffles a little and curls up closer to your chest. "She wouldn't have understood, she'd have found you and let you out, let you fly and you'd end up dead, this way is better, this way you'll always be together."

    Fear and shock paralyze your tongue as she continues to speak, your mind not even processing what she's saying anymore. Time passes with her warm body curled up next to you occasionally speaking, more often silent before she stand and kisses you on the cheek before heading out the door. "Goodbye Bratishka I'll be back with your next meal."

    She is true to her word, showing up everyday, sitting herself on your lap and feeding you daintily, and now that you're tied up, sponging you down to keep you clean, when she's gone you struggle against the ropes, but she's tied them well, and rechecks the knots every time she visits, soon you grow used to your position, and are even glad to see her arrive, at least her visits are a change from the boredom.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:59 No.19035242
    I like this but I can't turn down free smut.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)00:59 No.19035247
    "I brought you a present."

    You look down at her curled in you lap, for a second you wish you had a hand free to pat her head in thanks, before you remember she's the reason you're tied up in the first place. "You brought me a present?"

    She nods slightly and hops off your lap exiting the room for a moment before bringing in a small brown sack, the bottom is slightly damp. She holds the sack careful not to drop it as she climbs back into your lap before unwrapping the object, you look down and recoil in horror, Eila's Blue eyes looking back at you, her face still smiling slightly.

    "She kept dragging me around, wouldn't give me space, no time for you... It was the easiest thing in the world, all I had to do was ask her to come with me to a remote corner of the castle, I think the idiot knew what I was doing at the last and still she smiled at me." Sanya spit on the ground at that. "Now that she's out of the way the only time I'll need to spend away from you are when I'm supposed to be out on patrol, and even then Major sakamoto has given me leave due to the death of my 'close friend."

    Sanya, re-wraps the head and tosses it to one side of the room before cuddling close to your chest. "So Bratishka We get to spend all week together, just us two, with no interruptions."
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)01:00 No.19035253
    It looks good, man
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)01:00 No.19035256
    The week passes by quickly, too quickly for your taste, even with the horror of what she had done to Eila, this is the most interaction you've had with anyone in a long time, it's tiring but you don't feel dead to the world while she's around, all too soon though it's back to the old routine, she shows up and feeds you, tells you some stories of what's going on outside while she cuddles then leaves.

    More days, weeks? months? go by and Sanya begins to look haggard when she stops in to feed you, often times the only news she brings is the vague reassurance "Don't worry Bratishka I'll make sure they never harm you."

    She starts missing days, only once in a while, but soon it's multiple days at a time, fortunately the starvation and dehydration prevent you from making too much of a mess of yourself before she comes back to care for you once again.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)01:00 No.19035274
    Delirious with hunger and thirst at first you think you're imagining it, but eventually you rouse enough to yell out to the marching boots you hear outside your window, but weak as you are no-one notices, then all is chaos and explosions, screaming and running, the dull roar of engines racing and the screaming of martian rockets. Fear racing through you at the thought of becoming a Martian prisoner you begin struggling against your bonds in earnest, only succeeding at tipping your chair over.

    You hear pounding footsteps just outside you door, and a frantic Sanya bustles in before latching the door once again. "I told you Bratishka I would never let them hurt you, you'll always be with me!"She throws off her cloak, one arm is hanging limp, wounded bleeding onto the floor. "Always be together, always always always." she walks closer to you her good hand carrying something.She sets you upright before curling up in your lap and pulling the pin out of what you now see is a grenade.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)01:01 No.19035284
    "Sanya, what's goin-" she muffles your words with a kiss.

    "Sorry Bratishka they breached the London line, they're pushing into the city, there's no way to get out anymore but don't worry, I won't let them hurt you, they can't take you away from me."

    As she speaks you hear the steady thump of martian walkers getting closer, Sanya prepares her shield between the two of you and the door. "They won't get you, you're mine, always, mine mine mine."

    The door explodes in a cloud of dust, masers and mini rockets working to clear out any resistance hiding in the buildings, the fire picks up when they see the shield of a witch inside and Sanya grimaces under the barrage of fire. She looks you in the eye and gives you one last kiss before releasing the grenade she was holding between the two of you and hugs you tightly. "Mine, they can't have you, won't let them take you away from me, mine, mine mine."

    Sanyandere end.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)01:01 No.19035288
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)01:02 No.19035294
    Aag au ah
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)01:03 No.19035306
    fuck, my sides
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)01:04 No.19035318
    That was horrifying.

    I don't like yanderes anymore.
    >> Tofu 05/09/12(Wed)01:04 No.19035323
    No truer words have been spoken.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)01:05 No.19035332

    Nice, very nice.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)01:07 No.19035352
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)01:07 No.19035356
    "Damn, that was a hell of a dream, right?" says Sean with a fine laugh.

    "Fuck you"
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)01:11 No.19035388
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)01:12 No.19035402
    Sanya does have a cat familiar.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)01:20 No.19035462
    No Boats this week?
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)01:20 No.19035472
    Nope. Sorry.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)01:20 No.19035473
    He said friday
    >> Writefag no 2 05/09/12(Wed)01:21 No.19035480
    Ships. And sorry, not today. Finals plus lack of sleep hit me hard. Just couldn't write. I'll have the next session for Friday, though.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)01:29 No.19035543
    >Why? because everyone else is doing it.

    You are Pte. Peter McDowell of the Canadian North Shore Regiment, currently stationed outside of the English town known as Scarborough.

    You along with the whole of your Regiment have been in England since the war first broke out. However you have yet to receive any orders from the allied forces. How strange.

    "Ryan take a peak over the hill would you and see if you can spot any of them 'Aliums' we keep hearing about!" the familiar voice of one Sgt. Alexander McIntyre calls out to you.

    What do you do?
    [ ] Look for enemy forces and be all stealth like.
    [ ] Casually sit up and take a look over the hill.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)01:30 No.19035555
    can't wait for "survival of 2 people who initially hate each other behind enemy lines" time
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)01:30 No.19035556
    >[X] Find sister and pursue sexual relations
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)01:30 No.19035558
    [X] Look for enemy forces and be all stealth like.

    We can do stealth like.
    >> archivalfag 05/09/12(Wed)01:30 No.19035560
    Just noticed I forgot to add this thread to the archive.

    I am so awesome at my job. You guys don't even know.

    Fixed one: http://www.mediafire.com/?mdbk4sewvb4oro0
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)01:31 No.19035563
    [x ] Look for enemy forces and be all stealth like.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)01:31 No.19035565
    All stealth like
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)01:35 No.19035599
    >peek over the hill and see if you can't see any of them aliums!

    Oh God, we need a hillbilly one where it's just a couple of drunk old cooks thinking they're an important part of the war effort.

    And then they play some minor role, like getting spare clothes to a witch base or something, and they think they're heroes.
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)01:42 No.19035658
    You decide that you do not, under any circumstance, want to have your face cooked by a Mazer. Nor any kind of 'Alium' Rocket.

    Quietly you crawl up the hill and slowly raise your head to peek over the top, and what you see shocks you to the core.

    Over the hill you see a single cow chewing on grass, and it moo's louidly.

    With this all important intel you roll back down the hill to Alex's feet. "Oh my god, Alex! Some poor farmer has foolishly let his cow out of the barn!"

    "So nothing note worthy then?" He replies.
    "No. Like the last eighty times nothing. Are you absolutely certain that the allied command has not forgotten our existance?"
    "Probably. But it's not our place to question the orders we have been given. We shall hold Scarborough, even if it kills each and every one of us."

    You reflect on the idea of every other nation forgetting about your own newborn country. True you don't have that big of a Military, but you fight. Your people were even able to drive the Martians out with only the mounted witches and a few good men.

    You sigh. "Well then back to guard duty." You return to your foldout lawn chair and look at the sky. "Maybe someday we'll see combat."
    >> Anonymous 05/09/12(Wed)01:46 No.19035687
    I should actually plan a serious one for the next or one after the next thread. I'd go further than two god awful posts but sadly it's three am, I need sleep.

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