> Sunday, December 8th, 2013SITUATION: http://pastebin.com/Ac5gJdwqMECHANICS: http://pastebin.com/Se82xDLeCREW ROSTER: http://pastebin.com/qVD3DM17TANK ROSTER: http://pastebin.com/UCXDAajgTHE SHOP: http://pastebin.com/ZMy4Q2sqYou are Gertrude Pool, Sophomore Class President and new commander of Lafayette Girls Academy’s revived Tankery Team.You yawn a bit as you finally get driven back to your dorms. It’s early in the morning, too early in fact. You open up your door and jump onto your bed. Fuck closing the door. Fuck taking your clothes off. FUCK EVERYTHING. SLEEP.…You flutter your eyes open. It is now 8 O’Clock in the morning and you’re now chilly as fuck. Okay, maybe leaving your door open out of laziness wasn’t your brightest idea. Next time, turn the heat up to maximum sun-dwarfing temperature. That oughta cancel things out.But regardless. You’re back home on LGA. You were met with some fanfare as you boarded back, signing some autographs, taking pictures, answering questions here and there. Your Staff helped you through most of it, bless their hearts, and Kitten certainly provided the anchor you needed to stay sane. At least if people thought you were gay or something, they at least think you’re spoken for so that’s good.Hm. You haven’t checked your mail in a while. Probably filled with love letters.ALRIGHT, BODY GET UP. YOU’VE GOT THINGS TO DO.…GET THE FUCK UP, BODY.…DAMN IT.> Rest a little while longer> Get up and do the morning routine> Call Someone (Specify)> Other
>>33359105>> Get up and do the morning routine>Call Clara and Naval MerchantTime to finish this once and forall
>>33359105>> Call Someone (Specify)Kitten come help me not be lazy
>>33359105> Get up and do the morning routine> Call Someone (Calra and Lisa)To finish loyalty quest.and to get more money, she said today is the day the presentation will be done
>>33359105> Check yo mail
>>33359105>Get up and do the morning routine> Call Someone (Clara and Lisa and Naval Merchants)
>>33359105>Rest a little longer
>>33359105This:>>33359146>> Call Someone (Specify)>Kitten come help me not be lazy
> Get up and do the morning routine> Call Someone (Clara)Gah, balls to it. You roll over and fall onto the cold hard floor. Jesus. Fucking Winter making your damn floors cold. Why, you oughta just do this and that and fuck it. Whatever, you’re too tired to come up with snarky narration. You stand up and head onto the shower, a good shower oughta to wake you up.“This is Clara Savage speaking!”“Hey, Clara. Just calling to know if you wanted to do anything today?”“AHA! SO YOU ADMIT YOU-““I ain’t admitting nothing. I just want to relax today, you know and I figure I might get to know you a bit better.”“O-Oh… well- THAT’S FINE! You-… are you showering?”You hold your phone to your ear as you stand in the shower, the hot water flowing over your naked body. “Maybe. Do you want to do something or not?”“Hm… well. KGB is holding some race events today. I CAN TOTALLY CRUSH YOU YOU FUCKING BITCH.”> “That’s nice.”> “you’re a fatso treading on thin ice fucking bitch.”> “Eh, on second thought, carry on.”> Write in
>>33359105> Rest a little while longer> Call Someone (Francine Pierce and Kitten)Seems to me like Gertrude caught a flu again.And Franny's a doctor. Well, close enough anyway.
>>33359401> Sure sounds fun.
>>33359401>> “Bring it on.">Also Bring Naval Merchants
>>33359401>“you’re a fatso treading on thin ice fucking bitch.”You wanna go? Let's fucking go! You'll have to admit defeat eventually!
>>33359401KGB?Are we in Russia or something? > “That’s nice. Good for you”>Bring Naval Merchants
>that's nice> “you’re a fatso treading on thin ice fucking bitch.”
>>33359474That be Orly's school. Also did Trude not only leave her room door open but her shower door open as well? Some lucky girl's gonna get an eyeful.
>>33359401>Alright, bring it on!Can we finish this thing once and for all?
>>33359401> “That’s nice.”"I'll see you there."
>>33359401> “That’s nice.”> Bring Naval MerchantsBecause no matter how generic they are, they still stand out more than faceless, only-ever-in-the-background cheerleader lackey #6.Strangely enough, one cheerleader lackey might've actually gotten some recognition had Gertrude properly apologized for whacking her face.
> “That’s nice.”> Write in“Pffft. Bring it on,” you say.“ALRIGHTY!” says Clara. “I’ve already got a list of things for us to do-““Wait, you have a list?”“Of course! I’ve compiled a series of challenges in which I am sure to prove superior to you in every way possible! So suck on that you flatchested bitch!”Your eye twitches. “B’s aren’t flat.”“Yeah, keep telling yourself that, I’ll just be enjoying my 44Es! AHAHAHAHAHA! Bye.”Bitch. Fucking. FUCKING. FUCK. You press down on your chest, blushing a little. These breasts are perfectly scaled. At least they don’t hurt your fucking back, goddamn it, fucking fuck fuck. They don’t get in the way of nothing, they’re just sacks of meat hanging from your body at least until you have kids and have to nurse shit.Fucking titty monster bitch.You sigh as you finish your shower. You walk out already in a towel, wet hair, and only your panties as you walk to your closet and decide on what to wear.The door flies open as Clara rolls in like an action hero. “I’M HERE! COME AT ME!”> “I’m changing here!”> “Oh, hi, Clara.”> COME AT HER> Other
>>33359681>> “Oh, hi, Clara.”
>>33359681> COME AT HER
>>33359681>COME AT HERDo we seriously need to prove our wrestling superiority again? Because we totally will.
>>33359681>> COME AT HERDestroy the titty monster.
>>33359681>> COME AT HERtrude cares not about here state of dress
>>33359681> "Oh, hi, Clara."Atleast let Trude put some clothes on.
>>33359681>> “Oh, hi, Clara.”The /u/-boats are out in force.
>>33359681>> “Oh, hi, Clara.”>>33359774Their always out in force
>>33359774Nah, I just think it'll be funny.
>>33359681>“Oh, hi, Clara.”Do we really want to be caught wrestling with Clara in the middle of winter when we're barely dressed?
>>33359681>COME AT HERNo retreat, no surrender! CHARGE!
>>33359810... Is this a rhetorical question?
>>33359681> COME AT HERI expect Clara is regarded rather confusingly by the Trude fanclub, on the one hand she is a rival, on the other hand, she gets Trude into these delicious situations.
>>33359681> COME AT HER> “I’m changing here!”
>>33359810If that's what it takes to assert dominance, then yes, yes we do.
>>33359821It's kind of stupid to be honest. We're going to catch a cold again and not get shit done
>>33359852I dunno, that could lead into "You are Bernadette Fairless".
>>33359681>“Oh, hi, Mark.”
Thinking on it, I wonder if Clara rushed over because we were in the shower.
> “Oh, hi, Clara.”> COME AT HERYou nod at her. “Hey, Clara.”She stands, dusting off her Cheerleader uniform. “Well, well, well, it looks I caught the mighty Gertrude Pool with her pants-“ She’s interrupted by you throwing her towel in her face. Before she can do anything else, you grab her and pull her into a vicious chokehold.“YOU DON’T COME INTO SOMEONE ELSE’S HOME WITHOUT PERMISSION!” you yell.Clara reaches out, grabbing onto your arms and kicking away as she struggles to break free. She barely says, “… flatty-““SHUT UP!” You hurl her onto your bed.Clara recovers, lying back and throwing her long blonde locks back. “Well! I can see you’re awake! How about you hurry and get dressed! You’re going to catch a cold!”“How about you learn how to wrestle first before you come at me. You little punkass bitch.” You walk over to the closet and pull on a bra. Maybe it would be a good idea to get a bra from Anna. It might bump you from B to C like it did for Kitten. That’ll be fun.[1/2]
>>33359982[2/2]“Well, well,” says Clara. “I tell you what.” She zips down her uniform to show a very ample amount of cleavage, then reaches in and pulls out a paper list. “Let’s see… we have races today. Then we have archery, gun shooting, extreme volleyball-““Extreme volleyball?”“That’s the one where the volleyball is a water balloon filled with piss. My idea.”“How about no.”“Okay. Cross that off.” She snaps her finger, and a Cheerleader slides in and crosses it off. “We also have the Duel of the Fates.”“The hell is the Duel of the Fates?”“My idea!” says Clara. “We got to beat each over the head with foam clubs over a pit of sharks!”…“Don’t worry, they’re Nurse sharks, Abigail has assured me they’re harmless.”You sigh, rolling your eyes. Fun as Clara is, she has weird of ideas of what constitutes “beating you”.“So. Do you ready to get stomped, Gertrude Pool, or are you ready to get STOMPED?”> Boast> Neutral> Polite
>>33360011>> BoastBitch be crazy. I love her.
>>33360011>BoastAnd how many of these contests, to date, have you won? Oh right, none!
>>33360011> BoastI was going to post something about Trude and Clara not being gay for each other, then Trude went and threw Clara onto her bed. Dammit.
>>33360011>keeps things in her braDisgusting.Sweaty money is the worst thing to get handed ever.
>>33360228She only keeps Trude related things there.
> Boast“Clara. I should remind you that in every challenge I have faced you so far, you have lost,” you say. “So, no. I’m not ready to get stomped. I’m ready to STOMP. Bitch.”Clara stands, crossing her arms as she walks up and presses her tits against you, getting right up in your face. “That’s the spirit! Come on then, let’s get on the bounce.”You, Clara, and her girls walk out of your dorm. Clara sticks her fingers in her mouth and whistles.This signals for an M3 Halftrack to come rolling down the street and brake hard. It is painted blue and has a white fleur-de-lis on the engine hood. Clara must use this as her own personal transport, in lieu of her assigned Panther. Figures. You all hop in and drive down to the races.Clara yells, “First thing is the Races! The Tank Races to be precise!”You arrive there. A field has been converted into a little racetrack where girls of both KGB and LGA assemble to watch small tanks like the Panzer I, the CV-33 and CV-35, and BT-7 race around in laps. You all hop out and walk on down. “Dales, is that you?” you say.Dales and her girls turn around, popcorn and little flags for LGA in hand. “Hey, Gertrude. We just came to see the races. What are you here for?”> “Teaching a girl a lesson.”> “I’m going to race.”> “You came to see the races? That’s the most non-generic thing since the baseball thing.”> Write in
>>33360349>> “Teaching a girl a lesson.”>> “I’m going to race.”>> “You came to see the races? That’s the most non-generic thing since the baseball thing.”Spank a bitch.
>>33360349>“You came to see the races? That’s the most non-generic thing since the baseball thing.”
>>33360349>“Teaching a girl a lesson.”>“I’m going to race.”>“You came to see the races? That’s the most non-generic thing since the baseball thing.”Why not everything?
>>33360349> “You came to see the races? That’s the most non-generic thing since the baseball thing.”> Write inBuy time and wrack your brain for ways to even participate here, despite being a bad driver for God knows how long.
>>33360349>> “Teaching a girl a lesson.”>> “I’m going to race.”>Ask them to join us.This is a chance to help them.MAKE THEM JOIN US!
>>33360349> “Teaching a girl a lesson.”> "I'm gonna spank Clara so hard that she'll beg for more. Her ass is mine. She is gonna get creamed. "> Awkward pause. > “You came to see the races? That’s the most non-generic thing since the baseball thing.”I'm trying my best to not do so, but everything Clara does is just so so so gay.
>>33360349>> “Teaching a girl a lesson.”>> “I’m going to race.”
Missed yesterday, but happy 100th, German. It's been a hell of a ride!Also, reminder for everyone. We still have divine chance or whatever it's called, so we've got this shit in the bag.And for the choice>Everything
>>33360566I don't think that will be an instant win button, probably just a counter to Oorai's plot armor.
>>33360622Then, with plot armor gone, we've got our good old fashioned skill and CP combo.I think we have this in the bag. Semi-finals was absolutely tense, but I feel good for this.
>>33360657Not really, we knocked out half their tanks in mobilty and guns.My only regret was tank taking out their radio tanks in the beginnning but we had the advantage throughout the entire match
> “Teaching a girl a lesson.”> “I’m going to race.”> “You came to see the races? That’s the most non-generic thing since the baseball thing.”You smile, crossing your arms. “Teaching a girl a lesson. I’m going out here to race.” You point at Dales. “Though, I’m surprised you’re out here at all. This is pretty decidedly… not boring of you.”Dales shrugs. “We just saw it and were wondering what was up.”You say, “Actually, I don’t remember ever hearing your crew speak.”“Hey!” says Waltraud Sittman. “We can talk! And we’re not boring! We’re all unique in some way!”“How?” you ask.Waltraud pauses, deep in thought. “Um… Well, I like baseball!”“So does every redblooded American.”“Phooey!” Waltraud kicks the ground, a bit pissed.“Sorry,” you say. “You know, you’re free to join me if you’d like.”“Eh…” Dales scratches her chin. “I suppose.”You nod, then you sniff the air. Is that scent of pure Russian ladyship you detect? You look over to see Oryola Kuznetsov walking over, smiling, dirty as ever. “Well, kotyonok! It is good to see you again! Have you come to race?”You nod. “A girl here says she can beat me.”Clara says, “I certainly can! I mean, has anyone ever seen you drive before?”“Hey!” You point at her, angrily. “I can drive!” You look over at Oryola. “Get me a tank!”Oryola smirks, crossing her powerful arms. “Da! We have five available! Which will you take?”> Panzer I Ausf. A> BT-7> CV-33> M18 Hellcat> Mark VIII Cromwell VII> Choose a tank from your own roster.
>>33360696>> CV-33I rather not have Trude mess up one of our tanks
>>33360696>M18 HellcatGotta go fast!
>>33360696> CV-33If Trudy can't drive straight forward, do it in reverse.
>>33360696> Whichever one would be the most hilarious for Trude to wreck. Because Trude can't actually drive. Then she runs over Fairless's car and Fairless emulates Pooldad.
>>33360696>> M18 Hellcat
>>33360696>M18 HellcatWe need speed!
> M18 HellcatUnlike the M18 Hellcat (S), this is actually a production model M18 Hellcat which has the open top turret. In fact, you’re quite sure this thing probably saw combat or something. You grab a helmet and a safety vest and walk over.“Ah, da,” says Oryola as you, her, the Merchant kids, and the Cheerleaders walk with you. “Hellcat is fast tank. Accelerates well. It is not good turner though.”You nod. “That’s fine. I’ll make up for it on the straights.”Oryola nods. “Here is how track is laid out. It is like circle, with one hairpin turn, and a straight away towards finish and start line. Not like just straight NASCAR you are used to, kotyonok. Are you sure you know how drive?”“Of course!” You put your helmet on along with the goggles. “How hard can it be?”“Well, I advise bringing along navigator. Help you with turns and such,” says Oryola. “Anyone you want to bring along?”> Oryola> One of the Naval Studies Merchant Kids (Which?)> I don’t need help fuck all y’all.> Write in
>>33361013>> I don’t need help fuck all y’all.
>>33361013>One of the Naval Studies Merchant KidsDales! With me!
>>33361013Trudy don't need help.>Point out that titty monsters extra flab will slow her down.
>>33361013> One of the Naval Studies Merchant Kids (Wilma because why not?)
>>33361013> One of the Naval Studies Merchant Kids (The Driver)The Loyalty quest
>>33361013> Write inOnly if Clara's bringing someone with her too.> One of the Naval Studies Merchant Kids (Waltraud Sittmann)An actual tank driver.Also...> open top turret.> It is not good turner... gee, this is sure gonna turn out well for us!
>>33361013>> One of the Naval Studies Merchant Kids (Waltraud Sittmann)She is the driver of the sentinel
>>33361013>Waltraud SittmannAn actual driver
>>33361013> Write inAlready voted, but just to clarify.>"Is this pure racing rules, or is it closer to... say... Mario Kart rules?"
> Waltraud Sittmann“Waltraud, how about you help me?” Waltraud answers with a loyal salute. Very good. Clara instead picks one of her many cheerleaders, Stella Roberts her driver to be precise. With that, Clara takes a Panzer I while you both hop in the Hellcat.Waltraud takes the radio operator seat while you take the main driver’s seat. “Alright,” says Waltraud. “You know what to do, right?”“I’ve seen Lisa do this plenty of times! You hit a button, the engine starts!” You hit the ignition, and the tank starts rumbling. Good, that means it’s on! Right.…There are a lot of levers here.Waltraud tilts her head, goggles sitting on her forehead. “You know what to do, right?” she asks again, a bit more worriedly.> “It’s not like you’re going to be set on fire.”> “I do!”> “Fuck no.”> Write in
>>33361253> “Fuck no.”It figures that the most exciting thing the Merchants are gonna participate in will also be the most traumatizing.
>>33361253>> “Fuck no.”> “It’s not like you’re going to be set on fire.”
>>33361253> “Fuck no.”
>>33361298That's what makes it interesting though
So, something tells me that after this a lot of the day will be spent with Trudy in the hospital, probably a few dozen other people as well.
>>33361364Should've used the tankette to minimize collateral damage then.
>>33361386I wanted it so incase we capsize and mess up, we can flip it back up
> “Fuck no.”“Fuck no. Could you um…” you point to all the controls, cluelessly. “Can you teach me, really quickly? I mean, I hate to go all student driver on you, but Clara is really intent on beating me and I don’t want that to happen.”Waltraud shrugs, then leans over. “Right, that one’s the clutch, those control the tracks, and that one is the brake. Now, from what I understand, the Hellcat accelerates pretty quickly, so do it gently.”You nod, then grab the controls.Gently.……After crashing into some of the tanks on the start up line along with knocking a few tents down and nearly running a few people over, you finally take your place on the start line. Waltraud looks a bit scared for her life, her eyes hidden behind her goggles and the shade of her helmet. “Doing alright?” you ask.Waltraud asks, “You ever drive before?” You shake your head. “It shows.”You turn out of the hatches and turn to the judge at the start line. It’s actually Ashley Ursula Lutz, your ITL liaison. “Right!” she says over her throat mic. “This is a basic Tank Race! Here are the rules!”“Rule #1: No use of the tanks main armaments!”“Rule #2: No cutting lines or shortcuts!”“And that’s it!” yells Lutz happily. “Racers, on your marks!”Clara’s Panzer I is next to you. She grins evilly at you, pointing her finger at you then bucking it up in a gun firing motion. Bitch.“Get set!”You bite your lip, tapping the controls.“Go!”> FULL SPEED> Moderate> Take it slow> Write in
>>33361506>> FULL SPEED
>>33361506>Take it slowLet's not kill anyone please
>>33361506> FULL SPEEDPUNCH IT, WE DON'T LOSE TO CLARA
>>33361506>ModerateDoes this thing have a fifty stuck on it? She didn't say anything about using secondary weapons.
>>33361553The Panzer 1 is quick but not as much as the Hellcat and we need to turn as well, we can't do that full speed
>>33361506>> ModerateLet's not fuck this up
>>33361506>FULL SPEEDWe need to build up a lead on the straightaway to make up for our piss-poor turning radius.
>>33361506>> ModerateWe need to turn
>>33361506> ModerateAlso, is this single lap or multiple laps?
Uhh, so... if anyone read yesterday thread just before it get purged, I have said that i want to try remake Trude, Kitten, Fairless and Clara with Artificial Academy 2 chara maker.The result is not... satisfying, for me at least. Still, i gonna share it anyway.First up. Trude.
>>33361506Moderate, once we get the hang of it go sanic levels of fast.
>>33361736And finally, Clara.Drill anyone?
>>33361670>>33361721>>33361736>>33361763Their nice I guess, can't help but feel a little creeped out that their all naked
>>33361785It's a porn game. What do you expect?
> ModerateYou pump the gas and the Hellcat starts forward at a paltry 40 miles an hour. All the other tankettes and fast tanks leave you in the dust. Clara waves goodbye as her Panzer I leaves you in the dust.Fucking, slow and steady wins the race. Tortoise and the Hare. SAVE US, DARJEELING.Oh shit, a turn. You brake a bit to help ease it in. All you do is make the tank buckle and slam your heads into the hull. “AH FUCK!” yells Waltraud.“Sorry!” you say. “This is actually the first time I’ve driven anything in a while!”“WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY THAT EARLIER!?” yells Waltraud. “WE COULD DIE!”“Well, it didn’t seem important.”Your Hellcat barrels around the turn and ends up at the back of the pack. People cheer you on behind thick metal and concrete barriers. “JESUS CHRIST!” cries Waltraud.With Clara in first place and you in last, you need to pick things up.> SPEED THE FUCK UP> SLOW THE FUCK DOWN> STAY THE SAME FUCKING SPEED> Write in
>>33361785During character creation everyone is naked. Otherwise how do you can see if her nipple color is correct one, or her 'bush' is right amount?
>>33361809>SPEED THE FUCK UP
>>33361809>> STAY THE SAME FUCKING SPEEDShould have gone with tankettes here...We are not ready for Hellkitty.
>>33361809>> SPEED THE FUCK UP
>>33361819...You can't take the screenshot later on?
>>33361809>SPEED THE FUCK UPNow's our chance to catch up, let's not waste it!
>>33361809> SPEED THE FUCK UP
>>33361763I don't know what's funnier, the fact that this was made in a porn game or the fact that that is surprisingly accurate as to how I imagine Clara.
>>33361809>SPEED THE FUCK UPIf we're going to lose we're going to lose in style, not by being some little bitch that chickens out and doesn't go fast just because she can't drive.
>>33361763Please upload the cards somewhere. I want them for reasons.
> SPEED THE FUCK UPYou scream, “LET’S HIT THE GAS!”Waltraud braces herself, shaking her head violently. “NO! LET’S NOT HIT THE GAS! GERTRUDE, NO!”“GERTRUDE, YES!” FULL POWER.Your Hellcat blasts off down the straight away. Other tanks and tankettes are shoved and blasted out of your way as you approach Clara’s Panzer I. HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO.You ram into the back of her. The Panzer I responds by speeding up. But you’re in a Hellcat, that’s nothing and oh shit that’s a turn.Neither of you are prepared and you both skid out of control. Clara’s Panzer I flips and rolls over onto its side, while you grind on the track and split a track from sheer speed and slam right into the concrete barrier.…Well. At least Clara isn’t going to win.You and Waltraud pop out of the Hellcat to see the other tanks and tankettes roll by. Clara and Stella stand outside of their Panzer I, dumbfounded, no worse for wear. Clara looks at you and yells, “Nice job, genius! Now no one can win!”> Boast> Neutral> Polite> Write in
>>33361670>>33361721>>33361736>>33361763it's gotten rather lewd in here. I like it.>>33361809> SPEED THE FUCK UP
>>33362114> Boast> Write in ("Says you!")Run for the finish line!
>>33362114>> BoastTheir will be, just not us!
>>33362114>> BoastMight as well.
>>33362070>>33362097For SCIENCE I tell you! SCIENCE!
>>33362152Best possible response.
>>33362152Yes. Do this. Do it right the fuck now. Ain't no rule against it!
>>33362114> PoliteSorry.I hope we didn't mess up the tanks.
>>33362114> “NO! LET’S NOT HIT THE GAS! GERTRUDE, NO!”> implying the Trude Train has brakes.
>>33362140Of coarse you would...
>>33362114>>33362152This. We can still beat her.
I wonder how the Gertrude fan club feels about her lack of driving skills.>>33362114>finish the race on foot
>>33362167(www).dropbox.com/sh/tthskwcd2llzn25/AAARWNQKN2jkkZCk_B1tQ1QvaWell, whatever.alsoIn-game screenshot for anyone who don't like lewd.
>>33362245Horrible person status achieved.
>>33362114>RUN>RUN TO THE FINISH LINE>YOU CAN STILL WIN WITHOUT A TANK
>>33362228...changing >>33362160to this,next batch
>>33362245And now my terrible experiment with quest characters is slightly closer to completion!
>>33362282> that ridiculous sideboobfuckin' Japanese games, man.
>>33362114Motherfucking foot race
>>33362282eh, frak spoilers then...btw, article from Da Chieftain about that Fury movie.(http://)worldoftanks.com/en/news/pc-browser/21/The_Chieftains_Hatch_Fury/also, i won't play with LGA girls anyway. Just saying it can be quite handy to use AA2 for character visualization.
> BoastYou smile. “Says you!” You kick your heels and start running for the finish line.“What the-!” Clara runs after you, sprinting. “COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BRAT! I’LL KICK YOUR ASS!”You and Clara run for the finish line. It’s a race for LAST now. You kick at the dirt and mud that has been trampled and run over by the tanks as you get closer and closer to the white line. People cheer you or Clara on as you close in, further and further.“NOOOO!” Clara jumps and grabs onto you, causing you to fall to the ground and splatter yourself in mud. “I CHOSE THIS BECAUSE I KNEW YOU WERE BAD AT DRIVING DAMN IT, I’M NOT LOSING TO A FOOT RACE!” She tries to crawl over you, only for you to kick her off to the side. “NEITHER AM I!” you scream at her. You crawl forward, reaching out for the finish line. Only a few inches.Lutz, Oryola, and Dales look down at you as you and Clara desperately fight over each other for last. Dales says, “I think this is the most I’ve ever seen people get worked up over last place.”> “You’re right. This is stupid.”> “FUCK YOU I WIN”> “GET WRECKED AAAAHHHHH”> Write in
>>33362422> “GET WRECKED AAAAHHHHH”
>>33362422>> “FUCK YOU I WIN”"I AM WIN SINCE YOU CLEARLY NOT!"
This situation is too adorable.
>>33362422>“GET WRECKED AAAAHHHHH”VICTORY OR DEATH!
>>33362422>> “FUCK YOU I WIN”
>>33362422>“FUCK YOU I WIN”Focus on winning, damnit.
>>33362422>> “FUCK YOU I WIN”>> “GET WRECKED AAAAHHHHH”
>>33362422> “FUCK YOU I WIN”> “GET WRECKED AAAAHHHHH”NO SURRENDER, NO RETREAT
>>33362422> “GET WRECKED AAAAHHHHH”NOT ONE STEP BACK
>>33362422>inb4 both are disqualified anyway for abandoning their vehicle> Write inI already know how this is gonna go down.So as an aside, Dales and the Merchants can go ahead and join Kitten in the Gertrude Intervention Club, to be called upon whenever Gertrude tries to do something rash that will somehow harm or backfire on her.
>>33362591> implying disqualification matters as long as we get across that damn finish line before Clara
>>33362591Why would we be DQ'd? There's no rule against abandoning your tank.
> “FUCK YOU I WIN”> “GET WRECKED AAAAHHHHH”“FUCK YOU, CLARA, I’M GOING TO WIN! GET WRECKED!” You scream incoherently as you drag yourself towards the finish line, Clara using all the weight of her breasts to keep you going. You both scream and cry as the unstoppable force meets the immovable object.Finally however, you touch the finish line.Lutz raises the microphone. “Gertrude Pool and Clara Savage, disqualified.” You both stop your fighting to look up at her. She smiles apologetically at you two. “Sorry girls. You did abandon your vehicles.”“I thought you said there weren’t any other rules!”Lutz says, “Those were the basic rules for Basic Tank Racing. There are safety rules as well.” She holds up a book which she quickly flips through. It is entitled “The Universal Rules of Driving like a Woman.” She sticks her tongue out as she reads. “… mhm. Yep. Says here, Do not Abandon Vehicle, grounds for disqualification!”Well, that’s frustrating. “Still!” you say. “I won! I touched the finish line first!”“You did not! You got disqualified!”> Admit it, bitch. I won, kiss my ass.> Fine, fine. What other challenges do you have for me?> Good game, anyway.> Write in
>>33362690>> Fine, fine. What other challenges do you have for me?Take your non-victory and non-loss like a champ.
>>33362690>> Fine, fine. What other challenges do you have for me?"but i still win this one by foot"
>>33362690> Admit it, bitch. I didn't lose as bad as you, kiss my ass.Fixed that for you.
>>33362690> Write in ("And you followed along, got your ass DQ'd too! Totally part of my plan.")> Good game, anyway.> What other challenges do you have for me?
>>33362690>Admit it, bitch. I won, kiss my ass.
>>33362690>> Fine, fine. What other challenges do you have for me?>> Good game, anyway.
>>33361670>>33361721>>33361736>>33361763>that aliasOther than that, those are my new headcanon as to how they look like.
>>33362690> Fine, fine. What other challenges do you have for me?
> Fine, fine. What other challenges do you have for me?You sit up, hugging your legs and pulling your skirt up as you look at Clara skeptically. “Fine. What other ‘challenges’ do you have for me, your highness?”Clara stands up, then snaps her fingers. “GIRLS!” Her Cheerleaders come in a whirling fury of spare clothes, washing rags, and spare make up. In barely no time at all, she’s sparkling clean in no time. She looks over at Oryola. “Would you like this treatment, Orly?”Oryola says, “Nyet. Thank you. And my name is not being Orly.”“Anyway!” A cheerleader hands Clara her list. “Let’s see… are you free for the rest of today?” You shrug. “Hm. Well, this race proves a few things.” Another cheerleader crosses a few items off the list. “Right. We can either do mud wrestling, or get on with the Duel of the Fates.” Your stomach growls a bit. Good, her’s does the same as well. “Or, we could do lunch. Which would you prefer?”> Lunch> Mud wrestling> Duel of the Fates> Write in
>>33362954>Mud wrestlingCall the whole school to place bets and make mad profits.
>>33362954> LunchAlready did an eating challenge, so no need to pig out this time.
>>33362954> LunchA normal, non-competitive lunch.
>>33362954> Mud wrestling>Jump her right then and there. AAAAAAH!We are already dirty anyway.
>>33362954>LunchCan't wrestle on an empty stomach!
>>33362954> Mud wrestlingCan't wrestle on a full stomach.
>>33362954>> Mud wrestlingWe cannot do this after the inevitable eating contest at lunch, there would be too much vomit.
>>33362954>Mud WrestlingAt long last, the one thing Trudy has to do to make all of LGA go wild.>>33363015Mud wrestling on a full stomach is worse. Someone's going to empty all of the contents on the other.
>>33362954>> Mud wrestling
>>33362954>LunchWe can totally get our staff to sell tickets to us mud wrestling while we eat.
>>33363148Oh god this is brilliant.
>>33362954>lunchMake it a cooking contest. Get Lutz , Oryola and some other neutral party to judge
> Lunch> Mud wrestlingYour stomach grumbles. “Ugh. Much as I’d love to beat you into the ground, my stomach is killing me. Let’s get some lunch. THEN WE WRESTLE!”“OKAY!” says Clara. “I’LL BE READY!”……You decide to get lunch first before mud wrestling. The Naval Studies Merchant kids set up a little arena of sorts for you as Clara and you eat. Clara mentally prepares herself, her Cheerleaders acting as support by either imitating you being thrown to the ground, or by cheering her own.You eat a kebab that Oryola gave you for lunch. Oryola says, “Like it? I cook it myself!”“You cooked this?” You nod, admirably. “Tastes good.”“Da! Women cook, women drive tanks! That is nature!” says Oryola. “But this Clara girl. Does she hate you or something, what is… how you say… meat with you?”You narrow your eyes. “You mean… beef?”“Da, that is what I say.”> Boast> Neutral> Polite> Write in
>>33363331>> Neutral"Sort of my self-proclaimed rival."
>>33363331> BoastI don't why we're boasting but that's how we do.
>>33363331> NeutralTell the truth about the 'rivalry'. Remain blissfully ignorant of any other implications of such a thing.
>>33363331... THAT'S IT! We make the Merchants into OUR cheerleader lackies!
>>33363331> NeutralShe keeps things interesting.
>>33363331> NeutralNo deep seated grudge, just some good old-fashioned rivalry.
>>33363331>> NeutralMy wanna be rival?
> NeutralYou shrug. “She’s a rival, of sorts.”“Is she?” Oryola tilts her head, smiling. “Well!” She slaps your BACK AGH, FUCK. “Udachi, kotyonok! Mud wrestling is fun sport, I participate in it a lot back home on Kursk!”You nod. “How is it?”“Dirty, just how I like it!” Oryola frowns a bit. “Or, as sister hates it. But, I am of opinion that there is nothing wrong with a healthy layer of Earth.” She smiles. “Go forth, kotyonok and slaughter her!”You nod, smiling. “Thanks!”With that, you finish off your lunch and head into the arena. You throw off your jacket and your blazer, standing stark in nothing but your shirt and your skirt. Chilly today, but you feel like things are going to heat up.Clara rubs her hands together, evilly. “Well, well! Shall we begin!?” The crowd of very adoring freshmen is wild.> “Come at me.”> “Before we start, what the hell is up with you wanting to beat me?”> Come at her> Write in
>>33363616>> “Come at me.”
>>33363616> “Before we start, what the hell is up with you wanting to beat me?”
>>33363616> “Come at me.”
>>33363648>>33363660Then tackle her to the ground while she talks.
>>33363616> “Before we start, what the hell is up with you wanting to beat me?”Then HEADBUTT HER WHILE SHE'S IN MID-EXPLANATION!
>>33363616>“Before we start, what the hell is up with you wanting to beat me?”>Sucker Punch
>>33363616>> “Come at me.”Guys, don't be rude.
>>33363616>> “Before we start, what the hell is up with you wanting to beat me?”>>Bumrush her while she's talkingThat'll teach her to be caught off-guard
>>33363616>> “Before we start, what the hell is up with you wanting to beat me?”
>>33363677>>33363715>>33363726>>33363752Vetoing taking advantage of a rival's monologuing.I understand using it on an unrepentant evil final boss, but that's just rude if you're gonna follow it up with a friendship speech later down the line anyway.
>>33363874Supporting veto motion on taking advantages.She is just rival, not final boss.
>>33363874Supporting this. It's just a dick mood.
> “Before we start, what the hell is up with you wanting to beat me?”“Hm?” Clara tilts her head. “You want to know why I want to beat you! It’s simple really, You’re more popular than I am! And that means I have to take your place BY SHOWING YOU WHO”S BOSS!” You cut her off with a grab and slam down into the ground. The crowd cheers you on as you press your weight down on top of her, your hands on her wrists and your knee between her thighs. She pushes you off, then grabs you from behind and sends you down to the mud with her. Mud, dirt, and water splatters all over you, gets into your hair. You should be cold, but you’re not. The heat of the moment is too much for you to take. You and her scream and cry as you take each other down to the ground, rolling around, pressing your breasts against each other, grinding your thighs against one another.The freshmen happily take pictures and videos as you two struggle and writhe against each other, grinding your bodies trying to take each other down.Finally however, Clara has your arm behind your back, pressing you down into the mud. She sits on your back, grinning. “SAY UNCLE!”> “UNCLE!”> “NEVER!”> “YOU’RE HURTING ME!”> Write in
>>33363874Support, stay classy Trude
>>33363967> “NEVER!”> Write in (Moan sexily in pain)
>>33363967>> “NEVER!”....see, cheater never prosper.
>>33363967>NEVERPain is weakness leaving the body! Buck your ass to get her off then twist to throw her off you.
>>33363874>>33363906>>33363925>>33363931>>33363973Vetoes are stupid as hell. If you don't like something, vote for the alternative. If you already voted, then you can't get more than your proportionate share anyway.
>>33363967> “NEVER!”I'm actually slightly disappointed by that reason. It's so... mundane.
>>33364056No, what I don't like is misappropriating an already put in vote, then some dumb fuck adding in his stupid spin on the vote.
>>33364034Surprise moaning is the only way to victory in mud wrestling. Let it be so.
>>33364101The smart thing would be to take your already cast vote and then indicate that you don't want it to count towards the rider. Just saying veto is shady as hell for obvious reasons.
>>33364104..you'll give our audience heart attack.
>>33364104>killing half the audience for the sake of winning
>>33364187It's okay. They're only a little dead.
>>33364187>This too is senshadou
> “NEVER!”“Hey… Clara… you really think popularity is about this?”“What are you talking about?” says Clara. A cheerleader slides, in counting off when you’re about to be knocked out.“Tell the truth! You’re jealous! Or maybe I did something to you in which case I don't know what you did!”“YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT YOU DID!”“AAAAAHHH!” You push her off, right before the ten. Clara barely recovers before you jump on her and slam her down to the ground, placing her in a tight hold. You hold her arms back, and place your knee right on her crotch. Clara blushes, surprised and confused.“Wh- I! HOW!?”You smile at her. “Eh. I suppose I’m just better.”The Cheerleader counts you down. Clara struggles and struggles, but finally, the ten goes down. You stand up and wave at the crowd as Clara lies back, defeated. You walk away, you need to get this mud off of you with a nice shower.“Hold it!” says Clara. She sits up, reaching out to you. “We still haven’t done the Duel of the Fates!”> No more challenges, Clara. It’s over.> Fine. But this is the last one.> Write in
>>33363967>> “YOU’RE HURTING ME!”I'd place even odds on her immediately backing off if we say this.
>>33364243>> Fine. But this is the last one.>place your knee right on her crotch. Clara blushes, surprised and confused.Trudy. Trudy. Pls.
>>33364243> Fine. But this is the last one.We are going ALL THE WAY.
>>33364243> Fine. But this is the last one.
>>33364243>> Fine. But this is the last one.
>>33364243> Fine. But this is the last one.This just sounds cool as all hell to be honest. And she did go to great lengths to plan it. And we do need to wash up.
>>33364243>Clara, that 'challenge' is the most stupid thing ever.
>>33364243>> Fine. But this is the last one.What did we do?
>>33364243>> No more challenges, Clara. It’s over.
> Fine. But this is the last one.You sigh, then cross your arms. “Will you stop with the lousy little challenges?”She stands up, scooping some mud off her uniform. “You win here, I won’t ever bother you with it again!”“Alright!” You nod, smiling. “Bring it on!”……Abigail Zwillman and her Delinquents have arrived, wheeling in a huge tank from Naval Studies Science where they store the Nurse Sharks. Abigail rides in on a pony and says, “Don’t take too long, they’re on loan and I don’t imagine the Science kids will be happy if any of them get hurt.”You nod. You managed to get into a fresh uniform by then. “So, they’re harmless, right?”“Pretty much!” says Abigail. “Just don’t go provoking them! They’re not Dolphins or anything!” With that, Abigail kicks her heels, spurring her pony along and walking away.The Cheerleaders and crew set down a wooden plank, narrow enough for you to comfortably stand with heels together. You grab the foam club and the protective equipment and step up to the plate. By now, the small crowd of freshmen has turned into a large crowd of students from all over LGA, including the crews Team Bandwagon, Team Liberty, Bearcat, Steel, Pinprick, the Delinquents, and your own crew as well.[1/2]
>>33364565[2/2]“Kick her ass, Gertrude!” Cathy and company wave flags of LGA for you.You and Clara stand across each other, ready.Funny story, this reminds you of the time when you had to beat back ten bullies in the forest. All you did was lead them to a gully where you could comfortably take them down and render their numbers useless. This is quite similar to that incident.And this is why Clara, regardless of what she does, is going to lose.Clara looks at you, smiling. “This…” She holds up her club. “This is for my PENCIL!”…“What?” The crowd is silent for a second.Clara points at you. “When we were Freshmen, Gertrude! You borrowed a pencil from me that first day of school! AND YOU NEVER GAVE IT BACK!”Huh. Why didn’t you give it back?> You never gave it back because you lost it.> You never gave it back because the kid next to you ate it.> You never gave it back because you forgot you borrowed it.> You tried giving it back, but you never caught her name and she didn’t look too different from everyone else.> Write in
>>33364565> “You win here, I won’t ever bother you with it again!”So what she's saying here is that we should lose?
>>33364591>> You tried giving it back, but you never caught her name and she didn’t look too different from everyone else.
>>33364591>You never gave it back because you forgot you borrowed it."All this for a pencil? Seriously? I'll buy you a new one! A new BOX even!"
>>33364591> You never gave it back because it was hers.
>>33364591>You tried giving it back, but you never caught her name and she didn’t look too different from everyone else.
>>33364591>I gave it back to you but you lost it.
>>33364591> Bitch that was MY fuckin' pencil, you were the one who borrowed it!
>>33364591> You never gave it back because the kid next to you ate it.> You never gave it back because the kid next to you ate it.THIS THIS THIS
>>33364591> You tried giving it back, but you never caught her name and she didn’t look too different from everyone else.> "You must've not had the boobs back then."Now THIS is a Clara worthy reason.
>>33364591>> You tried giving it back, but you never caught her name and she didn’t look too different from everyone else.>You borrowed a pencil from me that first day of school! AND YOU NEVER GAVE IT BACK!”Absolutely disgusting. Trude deserves to lose
>>33364591>> You never gave it back because you forgot you borrowed it.
>>33364591> You never gave it back because you lost it.And now we'll need the help of either the Naval Merchants (lost and found) or the Magic Club (divination?) to find it.BOOM. That's a couple of plot threads tied right there.
>>33364627>>33364644>>33364651>>33364648>>33364658>>33364684>>33364689https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fHFySGxccKcRemember this scene
>> You tried giving it back, but you never caught her name and she didn’t look too different from everyone else.OH BURN
>>33364591>> You never gave it back because you forgot you borrowed it.Trudy should feel genuinely bad about that.
>>33364781I'm getting the feeling that Clara is actually kind of shy, and her bombasticity is actually her overcompensating.
> You tried giving it back, but you never caught her name and she didn’t look too different from everyone else.“Well…” you shrug. “I dunno. I mean, I certainly remember trying to give it back, but you didn’t look too distinct.”“THAT’S A LIE! I’M CLARA SAVAGE!” She raises her club over her head. “I’M SO DISTINCT I SHIT DINOSAURS!”“That don’t make any sense,” you say. You sigh. “But honestly, sorry about the pencil.”“YOU’RE GOING TO BE!”She rushes at you, screaming a war cry. You raise your club as the crowd cheers you and Clara on.…> Win> Let Clara win> Other
>>33364591>> You tried giving it back, but you never caught her name and she didn’t look too different from everyone else.You looked like your cheerleaders.
>>33364918>> Let Clara winThere are more important things than winning dumb contests.
>>33364918>> WinBreak her in half
>>33364918>>OtherLet Clara lose her way.
>>33364918>WinHmm, may eletting her win is better?
>>33364918Grab her and throw ourselves off the plank with her into the sharks. This is dumb, and we need to just talk this out with her.
>>33364918> OtherDouble ring-out draw.
>>33364918> Fight hard but let her win.
>>33364918> WinIt will be an empty victory for Clara if she wins anyway.
>>33364918>Do your bestIt will be rude to not do our bestAlso I'm not falling for the whole win/lost thing since German does a lot
>>33364918>> OtherDramatic draw.
>>33364918>> WinPapa Pool didn't raise no quitter
>>33364960 here. I actually like>>33364953 's, so I'm switching.
>>33364918>WinWe haven't come this far just to lose now, regardless of the excuse.
>>33364918>WinFuck losing anything.
Think we have time for one more side-quest after this?
I'm still amazed at how they actually have sharks and ponies.
> WinShe swipes at you, clubbing you over and over with her club, gaining the upperhand. You nearly tip over the board a few times going into the drink with the big fishes. But no, Dad never raised you to throw matches for the sake of anything.You jab her in the stomach. She doubles over, stepping back as you finish her off with a big swipe to the head. She falls in with a huge splash.The crowd goes wild. You throw off your helmet and toss your foam club away. Clara breaks the surface of the water and throws her arms onto the board, her cheerleader uniform becoming a lot more clingy and translucent thanks to the water. She shivers a bit. Oh right, you forgot it was cold actually. You help out and then help down where her Cheerleaders present her with a towel, a change of clothes, and a cup of hot chocolate.You and her sit down next to the tank of water. She sulks, staring into her hot chocolate. Poor girl. She kind of reminds you of you back in your days.> “Hey kid, you may have lost today. But that doesn’t mean you have to take it.”> “I’ll get you a new pencil, alright?”> “You doing okay?”> Write in
>>33365246Abigail is the animal/Tabitha whisperer.
>>33365272>“Hey kid, you may have lost today. But that doesn’t mean you have to take it.”Fine, I admit it, ok? The rivalry thing is actually kinda fun, just keep it under control and I'll play along a bit.
>>33365272> “I’ll get you a new pencil, alright?”
>>33365272> “Hey kid, you may have lost today. But that doesn’t mean you have to take it.”> “You doing okay?”> “I’ll get you a new pencil, alright?”That's actually a bit sad.
>>33365272> “You doing okay?”> "You don't have to stop with the challenges. They're pretty fun."
>>33365272>> “I’ll get you a new pencil, alright?”
>>33365272>> “You doing okay?”Go for some genuine heartwarming before breaking out> “Hey kid, you may have lost today. But that doesn’t mean you have to take it.”The Smug Trude.
>>33365272He said 'like it'
> “Hey kid, you may have lost today. But that doesn’t mean you have to take it.”> “I’ll get you a new pencil, alright?”You pat her head. “Hey, just because you lost doesn’t mean you have to take it. Honestly, I like these little challenges of yours. Just try to keep them a bit more um… subtle.”She’s quiet at that.“Look, I can buy you a new pencil, alright? I mean, it sure as hell won’t replace the one I took that’s for sure. But… yeah.”Clara sighs, then leans over and rests her head on your shoulder, surprising you. “Don’t think for a minute that this means we’re friends.” Oh, there it is. “I will beat you one day. Even if it means chasing you to the ends of the Earth.”“That’s really obsessive.”“I know it is. But don’t worry.” She smirks, then takes her head off your shoulder and jabs you in the arm. “I’ll get you. One day.”You smile back at her. “And I’ll be waiting, Clara.”> LOYALTY QUEST COMPLETE: Stars Above> Team Star’s Loyalty is now yours!> Clara’s Cheerleading team is now merged with the Tankery Program! All undermanned tanks will now have Cheerleaders to fill out the ranks! Clara’s Cheerleaders can also now provide an INSPIRATIONAL CHEER. For 5 CP per crew, they can raise morale of crews by 5%.You and her stand up, looking at each other. Clara pats your arm, smiling. “You take care, Gertrude. And rest assured. I will find a crack in your defense. And when I do. That’ll be the day!”> Boast> Neutral> Polite> Write in
>>33365622*Smirk*"I look forward to it."And wow....
>>33365622>BoastLooking forward to it!
>>33365622> Write inGendo pose, "We shall see."
>>33365622>"I look forward to it, Clara."
>>33365622> Boast>I will beat you one day. Even if it means chasing you to the ends of the Earth.”>And I’ll be waiting, Clara.>I will find a crack in your defense. And when I do. That’ll be the day!”Clara route confirmed
>>33365622>> LOYALTY QUEST COMPLETE: Stars Above>> Team Star’s Loyalty is now yours!>> Clara’s Cheerleading team is now merged with the Tankery Program! All undermanned tanks will now have Cheerleaders to fill out the ranks! Clara’s Cheerleaders can also now provide an INSPIRATIONAL CHEER. For 5 CP per crew, they can raise morale of crews by 5%....Does that mean German will update the crew roster with cheerleaders?
>>33365622> Boast. > Then kiss her. Woah, that's not shabby at all.
>>33365736What? No, no we definitely shouldn't do that. Why would you suggest that?
>>33365732Which tanks were undermanned again?
Can cheerleaders work without the synaptic presence of Clara? What is the range of that synaptic presence? We don't want to end up with dead weight if they stray too far from her.
>>33365622>> BoastWe're going to need to get one of those giant novelty pencils.
>>33365825Because no one in their right mind would support it.
>>33365860I would.>kiss her
> Boast“I’m sure it will be. I look forward to it, Clara.”Clara nods, then turns around and walks away, her Cheerleaders keeping a piping hot thermos of chocolate for her as they join her. Clara stops and whirls around. “Also, I expect my pencil!”“I’ll have it to you!”“Good!” says Clara. She brushes her hair back and nods to you. “See you.”You sigh, crossing your arms. What to do now? Your stomach growls for dinner, actually so that might be a thing. Teams Liberty, Bandwagon, Star, Steel, Pinprick, and Bearcat are still around, chatting with each other. Kitten and Bernadette wave at you, then go back to talking amongst themselves. Hm. They’re up to something, but what?Anyway, what to do?> Head Somewhere (Specify)> Talk to Someone (Specify)> Call Someone (Specify)> Consult the Shop (Specify)> Other
>>33365913>Talk to SomeoneNaval Merchants, what did they think about all of this?
>>33365913> Talk to Someone (Liberty)Surely Kitten and Bernadette are talking about art lessons.
>>33365827KV-85T-34/57 Model 1941Sentinel AC IVPanzer IV Ausf GMark VIII Cromwell IVM24 ChaffeeT-34/85 Model 1944M45 Pershing
>>33365913> Head Somewhere (Theater Tech Crew) > Talk to Someone (Lisa)The presentation and money.>Bring Naval Merchants
>>33365971Well, I'm glad for the umpteenth time that we recruited Clara and the Cheerleaders over the film club.
>>33365913> Head Somewhere (Theater Tech Crew) > Talk to Someone (Lisa)>Bring Naval MerchantsBringing them along will help them
>>33366027I;m glad we did the japanese side-quest first for the match thoughI'm wondering how they will work though
>>33365913>> Head Somewhere (Theater Tech Crew) >> Talk to Someone (Lisa)>>Bring Naval Merchants
> Talk to Someone (Team Liberty)“So, you girls learn anything?”Waltraud glares at you. “You need to learn how to fucking drive!”“Well, sorry, Walt,” you say. “I probably should’ve said something.”Dales says, “It was quite an experience watching you dunk Clara into that tank full of Nurse Sharks. I’m going to be honest with you, I had money on Clara.” You quirk your brow. “Not that I didn’t have faith in you, it’s just, I’m always wrong with my betting so… yeah.”Eleanor Donnelly says, “Statistically speaking, you were likely to lose anyway, which is why I’m now several hundred dollars richer.”You nod. “Figures. Tell you what, guys. We should spend more time like this. Hell, maybe you guys should find a club or something, get a hobby.”“We do have a hobby,” says Dales. “It’s Tankery.”You smile. “Ah, don’t flatter yourselves.”[1/2]
>>33366344[2/2]With that, your staff gets your attention. Lisa smiles. “Hey, Boss. You remember the presentation? Well, we skyped it with some of the big bosses this afternoon, me and Nancy. And I think things went swimmingly!”“Really?” you say. “That’s great. We getting any good sponsorships?”“They’re considering things now,” says Nancy. “We’ll let you know tomorrow if things go right or wrong. As usual.”You nod. “Of course. Good job, Lisa.” Lisa smiles, proud of herself.“Oh, Gertrude!” Nancy pulls out a few letters. “You got some letters in the mail! And they’re not love letters either!” Really? You take them. Hm, nice wax seals and everything. You break one open and look.…“What is it, Boss?” asks Lisa.“It’s… it’s an invitation to attend the University of Virginia upon graduation.” Your staff go wide eyed. You open another letter. “And… this one’s for Dartmouth.” Another letter. “…And Penn State!”Lisa crosses her arms. “Boss, these are scholarships.”“Well-“ You stuff the letters in your pocket. “Not, scholarships per say. But they seem to really want me to attend their schools and… and call them!” you can’t handle this, what the fuck. “What- I mean- WHAT!?”Nancy smiles. “This is great, Gertrude!”> “WHAT!?”> “I know it’s great!”> “Why me of all people? Why not you guys?”> Write in
>>33366369>“Why me of all people? Why not you guys?”You guys are the smart ones, I just do speeches.
>>33366369>> “WHAT!?”>> “Why me of all people? Why not you guys?”
>>33366369Gertrude, youre an international tannery competitor.
>>33366369> “WHAT!?”Must be sports scholarships for Tankery. There's no other reason to get scholarships as a sophomore, what with Trude's middling grades.
>>33366369>> “Why me of all people? Why not you guys?”
>>33366369> “Why me of all people? Why not you guys?”
>>33366369>> “WHAT!?”>> “Why me of all people? Why not you guys?”This is what should make Trudy start panicking about her future. Having Options and Decisions just dropped in her lap.
>>33366451Wait, not scholarships, just those letters they like sending out. Never mind.
>>33366369>scholarshipsFor a split second there, I actually read those as Scholar Ships.> “I know it’s great!”And if that comes off as too boastful or insensitive towards our staff.> Write in ("This is definitely an great opportunity worth checking out.")
> “Why me of all people? Why not you guys?”“I mean, why me, are these genuine and not like advertisement ‘you’re on the dean’s list’ letters? Are they real? Why not you guys?”Lisa shrugs. “Hey, you’re the face of the team. I bet the colleges have never seen what we look like.”“That-“ you pause. “That is a good point, actually.” Kitten and Bernadette look over, apparently attracted to your conversation. “I mean… still.” You read through. These definitely don’t read like, “Apply now and get a discount”. They have phone numbers that go directly to counselors, a list of classes recommended for you, everything. These are real genuine scholarships. Jesus Christ.Oh Jesus, you feel like fainting for a second, holy shit this is wild.Nancy smiles. “Well, I hope you choose well, Gertrude!”“Yeah,” says Lisa. “Listen, Boss. Don’t let opportunities like this go. Give them a call or something.”“Yeah, yeah, definitely,” you say.> Head Somewhere (Specify)> Talk to Someone (Specify)> Call Someone (Specify)> Consult the Shop (Specify)> Other
>>33366645>> Talk to Someone (Specify)Share the good news with Kitten and Fairless!
>>33366645>> Head Somewhere (Theater Tech Crew)>Bring Naval MerchantsLet's call them another time. This is too much for one day.
>>33366645>> Head Somewhere (Specify)Somewhere quite to have a little panic attack.Then more loyalty quests
Call your Mom.
>>33366432>tanneryOrder of business: get Trudy tanned. All over?
>>33366645>> Head Somewhere (Theater Tech Crew)>Bring Naval MerchantsHow do they have classes recommended (other than core) if Trude doesn't even know what she wants to do? And two years is a bit early to start actually offering scholarships.
>>33366645>> Head Somewhere (The Producers)>Bring Naval Merchants
>>33366722We're going to need an ouija board for that.
>>33366722Pretty sure moms dead.
>>33366756>>33366769>>33366780Dad, then. Guardian?
> Head SomewhereYou, Georgine Barkas, and Naval Studies Merchant end up in Barkas’ room at her dorm. Barkas sighs as she sits down. “I fail to see why you need to be here to help me write, Gertrude.”Dales says, “Why are we even here?”“Well,” You settle down on Barkas’ bed. On one wall are posters advertising plays like West Side Story, Spamalot, The Lion King, and the Book of Mormon. Barkas sits at a drafting table, where you assume that’s where she writes up blueprints and plans for setpieces and stuff. “I figure we all might have some idea of how to help you write your play, Barkas.”Barkas sighs as she pulls a pair of glasses out of a case then puts them on. Semi-rimless glasses. “Fine. Just… When I need it, I’ll ask.”You nod. “Fine then.”> Prepare Dinner> Help Brainstorm> Invite Someone Over (Specify)> Talk to Someone (Specify)> Call Someone (Specify)> Consult the Shop (Specify)> Other
>>33366943>> Prepare Dinner>Have help the Naval Student help prepare dinner, the other half help brainstorm.
>>33366943>> Prepare Dinner> Help Brainstorm
>>33366943> Prepare dinner. Wear a cute apron and be domestic waifu and shit.
>>33366974> Also take a picture of glasses Barkas so Kitten can masturbate to it later.
>>33366943> Prepare Dinner>Divide the work between Naval Merchants
> Prepare DinnerYou, Dales, and Waltraud prepare dinner while Eleanor and Wilma hang over Barkas shoulders as she writes.“Nazis!” says Wilma.Eleanor yells, “Black people!”Wilma says, “Black Nazis!”“Black Nazis with Lasers!”Barkas rubs her forehead as she leans forward, taking in all the inane suggestions she can get from the two. Sometimes, in order to see what sticks, you have to throw a LOT of a things at the wall. Oh well.Dales leans over. “What are we cooking?”“Gumbo,” you say. “Nancy sent me the recipe she got from Perrine. It’s some hillbilly Cajun stuff. You got meat, some peppers, onions, celery, and garlic. Now, real Creole stuff has shellfish but apparently Barkas doesn’t eat seafood.”“Good riddance,” says Barkas.“Black Nazis in space with Dragons that shoot Lasers from their eyes and spaceships for teeth!” yells Wilma.Barkas sighs heavily. “Thank you, Wilma.”There’s a knock at the door.> Answer it> Let someone else answer it> Don’t answer it> Other
>>33367209>> Answer it
>>33367209>> Let someone else answer itWe're cooking
>>33367209>> Let someone else answer itNormally I will like to answer the door but we're cooking and their is a room full of girls doing stuff so let them handle it
>>33367209> Let someone else answer it
>>33367209>> Let someone else answer itHave someone who isn't busy get it.
>>33367209>Let someone else answer itOur hands are full of food.Pic of my day.
>>33367209>> Answer itWe can answer it, as a proper southerner, and not someone from DC, gumbo doesn't take *constant* attention to cook, there's a lot of just letting it simmer.
>>33367297But their several girls, we can let dales or Wilma handle it
> Let someone else answer it“Dales, can you get that?” Dales nods, then heads over to the door. She opens it up.“Oh, hey Kitten,” says Dales.Kitten says, “Hey… you.”“My name is Francis Dales.”“Yeah!” Kitten giggles nervously. “I was just… yeah. Um, would Trudy happen to be in there?” Dales nods and lets her in. Kitten walks up to you, scarf around her neck, her leather jacket with Magical Girl Liberty on the back that you got for her birthday on. She looks cute as a bug right now. “Hey, Trudy.”You smile. “Hey, Kitten. What’s the word?”“Oh, not much. I was going to head over to Fairless’ place in a bit. Learn how to draw and stuff.”“Cool!” you say.“Might even sleep over at her place.”You give her the spongebob look. You know the one.“Shut up!” she grumbles. “I mean… I suppose she’s nice and stuff. And, she draws good.”“She draws well,” says Wilma.”“Thanks,” says Kitten. “But yeah. Anyway, I heard you got letters from colleges, wanting to take you on? And from Sophomore year too? That’s a big deal you know?”> Boast> Neutral> Polite> Write in
>>33367421> Write inTrudy is flustered as all hell
>>33367421>Still in shock so helping people to cope with that
>>33367421>Write in"It's too much to take right now"
>>33367421> Start boasting, dissolve into a bundle of nerves. Her.
>>33367421pretty much these >>33367446>>33367488
> Write inYou sigh. “It’s quite a bit to take in, honestly,” you say. You pull the letters from your pocket and present them to her. “There’s quite a few. I know there’s Penn State, Dartmouth, UVA, I even saw Robert Heinlein and Walter Christie too, they still have their University programs.”Kitten holds one up. “This one’s from Princeton.”“Yeah!” you smile. “Just like Bernadette’s. I know she’ll be excited to see that.”Kitten smiles, you can tell it’s a bit forced. “Yeah.”“Something wrong?” you say.“Oh, nothing,” says Kitten. “Just…”Oh, you know what this is. You pat Kitten on the head. “Relax. I’m not spoken for yet when it comes to universities, alright? I mean, if you want to come to the same university I go, great but try and figure something out for yourself. Don’t bundle yourself with just me, alright?”Kitten nods. “Yeah. Alright.” She rises to her tiptoes then kisses you on the cheek. Dales and Waltraud giggle a little at the sight. “Anyway, I oughta go. I’ll leave you here with… whatever you’re doing.”You nod. “Alright. Good night, Kitten.”With that, Kitten leaves, all smiles and rainbows.> Eat Dinner> Help Brainstorm> Invite Someone Over (Specify)> Talk to Someone (Specify)> Call Someone (Specify)> Consult the Shop (Specify)> Other
>>33367628>> Eat Dinner>> Help Brainstorm
>>33367628> Eat dinner> Brainstorm
>>33367628> Help BrainstormA play about joining a Tankery program?About saving a school with Tanks?
>>33367628> Help Brainstorm> Talk to Someone (Naval Merchants)>"What's the most exciting thing that ever happened around you whenever you're all at work? Illegal smuggling? Stowaways? There's gotta be something!"Bonus points if one incident could be used as a backdrop for the script Barkas is writing.
>>33367727What about that time they smuggled Ramirez onto Konigsberg?
>>33367750I don't think Dales and company were involved in that.It was all Englehorn, the captain of that transport ship.Still, yeah. Ramirez' adventures are pretty script worthy after some added embellishments and content padding.
>>33367805Ramirez and Fluffy: Tank SpiesI have no image for this.
>>33367805Add explosion and car chase we golden....wait, this is for stage? nevermind then.
> Eat Dinner> Help BrainstormAs you eat your gumbo, you and the rest of the Naval Studies Liberty team help Barkas brainstorm. “Hey, Dales, did you guys ever encounter things like smugglers or drug dealers or stuff?”Dales says, “Well, occasionally a few girls get caught for dealing drugs or transportation, they get expelled and arrested though. It all gets swept under the carpet so to speak.”Barkas nods. “I see.” She looks up at Dales, skeptical. “That the most exciting thing to happen to you?”“Hm…” Dales scratches her chin. “Well, what about Ramirez’s adventure, she tell you about that?”Barkas sighs. “She did. I can’t make a story out like that though, it’d just be weird adapting it. Unless I were to turn it into some kind of World War II spy thing but that’d be incredibly clunky to pull off on a stage setting.”You shrug. “I’m sure Ramirez would be fine with it.”“Maybe.” Barkas starts writing stuff down, mostly words and the like regarding spying and tanks and stuff. It appears she’s getting a start now.> Shower and Prepare for Bed> Help Brainstorm> Invite Someone Over (Specify)> Talk to Someone (Specify)> Call Someone (Specify)> Consult the Shop (Specify)> Other
>>33367855Just imagine the Star Wars poster with Yukari clutching Ramirez's leg.
>>33367905>> Help Brainstorm
How about a retelling of how the LGA tankery team got started. Immortalize the story of how Gertude and crew got started. If we divide the story up into several volumes, the long term royalties alone will fund a lot of stuff.
>>33367910I picture more Men in Black. Partners, but of radically different personality in a world that is very wierd.
>>33367905>> Help BrainstormHow about us?with Tanks adapting one of the battles maybe?Willaim Adams sounds good as an adaptation. A girl's first tankery match is an important thing
>>33367905> Shower and Prepare for Bed> Help Brainstorm
>>33367905> Shower and Prepare for Bed> Help BrainstormShowers help me think. Therefore, Trude should take a shower with Barkas.
> Shower and Prepare for Bed> Help Brainstorm
>>33367905>>33367967Same Anon here.I think this is a good idea, mostly because they were in it so they can write down their experience as a young girl in her Sentienel AC II
>>33367905> Shower and Prepare for Bed> Help BrainstormWe need you, dream Muses! Better yet...> Call Someone (Team Disney)Creative input, por favor?
>>33367905>Call bernadette>tell her of the Princenton scholarshipOr maybe at a better moment?
> Shower and Prepare for Bed> Help BrainstormYou decide to use Barkas shower and get ready for bed. While in there, you think. An adaptation of your adventures wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Perhaps an adaptation of a battle. Naval Studies Merchant is here, they can certainly give some insight on what it was like to fight their first match.First match with William Adams. Now that should be a thing. Yes. YES. Now you’re getting it.You burst out of the shower and back into the room, clad in only a towel and nothing else. “I GOT IT!” Everyone looks at you like you just had a eureka moment. “Barkas. How about an adaptation of the William Adams battle, and the events leading up to it!? Focus on some characters like myself, perhaps Dales, or the Aces, that stuff!”Barkas taps her chin, pensive while the Merchant girls look at your very luscious legs. “Hm. That could work.” She adjusts her glasses and gets to writing.You look at Dales and company. “Hey, girls. My eyes are up here.”“We know,” says Dales as they continue to stare at your legs.Of course.> Head to Sleep> Help Brainstorm> Invite Someone Over (Specify)> Talk to Someone (Specify)> Call Someone (Specify)> Consult the Shop (Specify)> Other
>>33368114> Help BrainstormTrudy's on fire!
>>33368114> Help brainstorm. While in the towel. Hey, it's helping.
>>33368114>> Help BrainstormOh my idea worked?YES!
Maybe a dramatization of our attempt to save our school. You could call it Girls and Tanks.
>while the Merchant girls look at your very luscious legs. “Hm. That could work.” She adjusts her glasses and gets to writing.Dem legs. It will end up as a story about Gertude's beautiful sexy legs
>>33368114If I recall their Theater Tech crew's first match was CHi-Ha-Tan tournament wise right? ....Nah, William Adams is a much better story
>>33368114>Help BrainstormFirst act-asseble your teamSecond act-learning and dramaThird act-one of those claustrophobic one spotlight artsy pieces of being trapped in a can while people shoot at you.>>33368134But fire is banned in Tankery
>>33368114Should we invite the aces as well or next time and get their input?
>>33368202LGA Girls! The Tankery Musical Sensation!With Music by ZZ TOP!!!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUDcTLaWJuo&feature=kp
> Help BrainstormThe Naval Studies Merchant girls all end up falling asleep against Barkas’ bed. “Now, Barkas, you might want to consider a few things. For one, you’ll have to talk to Cathy, Samantha, Janek, myself, Kate, Charlotte, Keegan, and Marina about the match, what they did and stuff. Then, I don’t know how knowledge you are about tanks. Maybe you can do that thing with a cutaway, like show them operating the tank from the inside and have them spew dialogue and stuff sort of like a rollercoaster or something.“Or! It could be like Tora! Tora! Tora! You could show the build up to the match, show the crews getting to know one other, show the plans both teams make. You’d probably have to talk to Victoria Augustine about that and how she planned the match. Some things definitely have to be left to discretion of the writer in terms of adaptation and…”You look to see Barkas, having fallen asleep. She rests her head on the desk, slumbering peacefully.Damn it. Just when you were on a roll.> Put Barkas to bed> Wake her up> Write in
>>33368114>> Help Brainstorm>> Talk to Someone (Everyone here)>"Girls, if I start mumbling inane stuff in my sleep and you happen to listen in on it, write down what I'm babbling.">> Head to Sleep
How about we have Fairless and Kitten do some artwork for the cover and maybe some in-story art as well. And add Gertude's ...naughty drawing in as well to increase sales
>>33368316> Put Barkas to bed> Write in (Put a notebook with a pen beside her.)Inspiration could strike from the realm of dreams.
>>33368316> Put everybody to bed and go to sleep ourself. Girl pile.
>>33368316>> Put Barkas to bedAnd put a blanket or something over the merchant girls. Trudy is the guardian of dreams.
>>33368316>Write inWrite down the idea Barkas was talking about for her
>>33368316>> Put Barkas to bed> Write in: Sleep platonically with Barkas
>>33368316>Put Barkas to bedTrude gets everyone into bed.
>>33368267Tell that to Emi,... The bitch. >>33368316> Put Barkas to bed>Write down everything you just said
>>33368344>spoilerMakes sense. That match was when Trudy's tankery hymen was broken. She became a women then and there, and William Adams was relentless.
>>33368316>> Put Barkas to bed>>Write down everything you just said
>>33368316>Wake her up>Tell her everything>Put her to sleep
>>33368344That piece of art should be immortalized on the bow of the ship.
> Put Barkas to bed> Write inYou decide to put everything down on paper for Barkas when she wakes up. These are the best ideas you’ve had since starting Tankery, you might as well. It’s not like you’ll come up with anything better honestly.Thusly, you quietly take Barkas into your arms, then carry her to your bed. She mutters a bit, cozying herself up on your chest as you carry her. Awwwwww. You place her down, then tuck her in under the blanket.You also place a few pillows and blankets down for the Naval Studies Merchant kids. Then finally, you lie back on Barkas’ bed next to her. Been an exciting day today.Hopefully tomorrow will be a lot more exciting.> END DAY
>>33368438Years later, girls will admire the art, not knowing it's their principal.
>>33368451That's it for today. I should be able to return tomorrow at 3PM EST as usual.Follow at: https://twitter.com/GermanSchteelSee you next time.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yte6GZhUXpg
>>33368438Enlarged with digital remastering.
Piper faces punishment for her cunning plan (as usual, not canon, and also NSFW)http://pastebin.com/CCU35MV4
>>33368466So since the Cheerleaders are filling up the gaps in our tank crews, do they get names and personalities?
>>33368466Thanks much for fun. Congrats on the 100 threads as of yesterday
> Clara sighs, then leans over and rests her head on your shoulder, surprising you. >She mutters a bit, cozying herself up on your chest as you carry her.Clara and Dales's route conquered. Another two confirmed for the harem.
>>33368513Everyone listed in the roster gets a name and some sort of bio about them.Also, shout out to that anon with the AA2 pics. Those were quite something.
>>33368533You're implying the entire ship isn't Trude's harem.
>>33368456How could they not recognize the face of St.Gertrude, Patron Saint of LGA and implausable causes?Are you suggesting that we might...sag?
>>33368633There's nothing to sag
>>33368633Trude shall age like a fine wine. And I'm pretty sure girls won't try to imagine their principal naked.Unless they're into older ladies. Besides, she doesn't have anything to sag.
>>33367947How about Spies Like Us?
>>33368655>>33368660Wrinkle?Also, I imagine that Gertrude will submit to Bernadette's request for Annual Naked Drawing. The fame of this life study series will make sure we are never forgotton.
>>33368691Actually that's not a bad idea for an art series. It would showcase a girl's transformation as a woman spanning years or decades, but also illustrate the changes in Bernadette's art.
>>33368655>>33368660B is more than nothing.
>>33368682That makes a lot of sense.
>>33368728Next time, we need to consult with Needlepoint and get one of their magical enboobing bras like Kitten. We have a quest!
>>33368545Sorry, but no.Not only AA2 has some limit (not much customization on face shape), making art for... 80-100 character is too much.Now think of it, seems this why Ooarai never have full roster on anime...
Anybody got a compilation of everything that's happened in the quest so far?I keep getting the feeling that we are forgetting something but I don't want to cycle past all the comments.