> Wednesday, June 24th, 2015SITUATION: http://pastebin.com/ziMsX6thMECHANICS: http://pastebin.com/49M2eE8ZTHE RULES: http://pastebin.com/BEsprkBZTHE TANK: http://pastebin.com/sJsgig6BTHE DIVISIONS: http://pastebin.com/xCQZAdqU> PRIORITY MESSAGE TO ENSIGN ELODIE ROSETTA ZUMWALT FROM CAPTAIN A. SPRUANCE> Zumwalt, I need you to report to the GSAG (General Studies Academy Grounds) to oversee preparations for J. Walter Christie Academy’s arrival on Friday. Make sure everything looks spic and span, this is going to represent LGA to one of our sister schools and we want to look good. Report to the Grounds at 0730 AM sharp.> If it does not look good, I will not be very happy.> Spruance…FUCKYou burst out the door running, not even bothering to say goodbye to Winona. You can’t even make sure your uniform is in the right order! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuckYour Officer’s Pad beeps, and you quickly pull it out to read the message.> P.S.> Yes, this will affect your promotion.AAAAHHHHHYou hurry up the flight of stairs and hurry your way to the tram. But before you do, you have time to check one thing and one thing only!> Your uniform> Your bag> Your face> Other
>>47117653Hey Schteel, quick question:Some threads ago you said that, unlike in NATO-Matches, rocket artillery wasn't allowed in the classic matches.But we did have a Sturmtiger last quest.What's up with that?
>>47117705I don't remember a Sturmtiger. What do you mean?
>>47117716We had a Sturmtiger as part of our rooster, didn't we?
>>47117732No, you had a Sturmpanzer IV.Two very different vehicles. One fires a naval rocket, the other is simply a really big howitzer assault gun.
>>47117746Must have misremembered then.My bad!
>>47117653> Your faceA charming face will let everything else be forgiven!
>>47117653>> Your uniform
>>47117653> Your uniform
>>47117653> Your bag
>>47117653>Your uniformAs enticing as it is to show up naked, this will be the most obvious.
>>47117963Please, Elodie isn't for lewds. She's wearing something.
>>47117981>somethingThat does not in any way disqualify lewdness!
>>47117981That can be lewder than wearing nothing.
> Your uniformYou quickly pat down your uniform, checking it all over. You got your jacket, you have your undershirt and your blouse, you have your buttons, your hat, your scarf, everything is in order!Wait, skirt!Okay, you have that too, phew. That was close you almost- WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOUR PANTYHOSE!?Aw fuck! You must have forgotten to put them on during the rush! Now you’re walking around with bare legs and now people are going to make a fuss about why that girl isn’t wearing socks, aww for fuck’s sake! “Hey, ma’am!” You blink, then look to see Denise running towards you. “Heading to work?” You grab Denise’s shoulders, your eyes twitching as you stare her straight in the eye. “… um.”“MY LEGS ARE BARE!” you yell, nearly alerting everyone in the entire tram station.“Oh.” Denise blinks, then looks down at her own legs, showing off her own pantyhose. “Here, you can just borrow mine.”> “… on second thought, keep them.”> “Yes, yes, hurry, hurry!”> Other
>>47118042>“Yes, yes, hurry, hurry!”"Actually, take them off sloooooowly~"
>>47118042>> “Yes, yes, hurry, hurry!”This is not exactly what I expect out of our retainer, but fuck it, we need to look sharp.
>>47118042> “Yes, yes, hurry, hurry!”We'll make it up to her but we need to look SHARP
I MADE IT YEAH>>47118042> “Yes, yes, hurry, hurry!”
>>47118042>> “Yes, yes, hurry, hurry!”
>>47118042> “… on second thought, keep them.”LEWD
> “Yes, yes, hurry, hurry!”“Yes, yes, hurry, hurry, hurry!” You bounce on your feet, watching her hook her thumbs onto the waistband, then slide them right down her legs. She steps out of it, then hands them over to you. Yes, yes! No officer will look good without a set of pantyhose! You quickly pull them on your own legs, happily.Good thing there are no boys around, that definitely would’ve gotten you on some creeper website.“What’s the hurry?” asks Denise.“I have to get to the GSAG at 0730 sharp,” you say. You check your watch. “It is now 0655!”“Don’t worry, the trams should run on time today thanks to your performance yesterday,” says Denise. Your tram arrives, five minutes ahead of schedule. It screams right to a stop, then the two of you enter as soon the doors slide open. “We’ll be fine.”> EXACTLY TWENTY FIVE MINUTES LATER <“Hurry, Denise!” You run and her run your way to the GSAG straight from the station. Those two stops took for-fucking ever! Jesus Christ! “We can just about make it with five minutes to spare!” Denise sprints past you, carrying both her bag and your bag. Wow, athletic girl.But as you come to the street corner, you see a Jeep out of the corner of your eye. OH SHIT You stop in your tracks. And he brakes hard as well. “Hey, hey, I’m driving here!” yells Jeep Jockey. “Don’t just run out like that!”[1/2]
>>47118313[2/2]“Fuck you, I’m late, Jock!” You sprint past him across the crosswalk.Wait. Jeep Jockey! You turn around.He says very quickly, “No, I don’t have your engine.”Oh, that’s disappointing. You back around again and hurry to the school. You’ll deal with him later!Finally, you and Denise make it to the GSAG, where Lieutenant McLean apparently has already started directing orders to the Shift. She turns around to her. “Oh, hey, beau.” She checks her watch. “You’re a little early and you look absolutely…” She squints at you and Denise. The two of you pant heavily, some sweat running down your face, not helped by how hot today is. “… ya look like you ran a marathon. Nice legs by the way, hose like those they go on for miles.”> Boast> Neutral> Polite
>>47118313oi fuck off jeep jockey you cunt
>>47118328>> Polite>>47118336To be fair she ran in the middle of the street so it's her fault. Our MC is a bitch.
>>47118328> Boast>I do have the best legs!
>>47118328>politebit gay ma'am
>>47117760>>47117746After reading up a bit, we really, REALLY should get a Sturmtiger.
>>47118328>PoliteSurprising that Denise's fit us. I thought we were a bigger girl than her AND FOR YOU>>47118443Nah, takes forever to reload, is inaccurate as hell and has all the problems superheavy tanks of the day had.
>>47118476>Nah, takes forever to reload, is inaccurate as hell and has all the problems superheavy tanks of the day had.But it used to crush polack ghettos and dreams alike!
>>47118476>>47118485> CoH2 Sturmtiger> Fires blobwiping kickass rocket> Unlike other factions who have three veterancy levels, the Sturmtiger and all other units of its faction have FIVE> At Vet 1 it can fire grenades to wipe infantry getting too close> As it increases veterancy, reload speed goes from minutes to just about 30 seconds> Becomes more agile and rotates faster> At Vet 5 it can be reloaded WHILE MOVINGThis isn't even the most ridiculous portrayal I can think of but it does give me ideas.
>>47118476extra tight and a little short, leaving a bit of skin between skirt and tightsabsolutely lewd
> PoliteYou straighten your back, then salute her. “Ma’am, thank you for the compliment.”“Aw, you’re so polite.” McLean smiles at you, then hands you the clipboard. “Here’s the situation for the job today. You’re gonna clean the rooms, make sure that all the garbage is picked up, then you’re also going to repaint the walls, replace any desks that look damaged or old, and then finally…” She points to the statue of the Marquis de La Fayette in the center of the grounds. “You’re going to give the Marquis a wash too. Hope you brought some PT gear because it’s a real dirty wash.”“Uh…” Denise holds up your bag, showing off spare PT gear inside, looks to be your size too. “Yeah, I did.”“Good!” McLean smiles at you. “All this is gonna take you past lunch I reckon, so after lunch I and the Captain are gonna check on your progress, alright?”“Alright!” McLean nods, walking away to leave. Probably to supervise other shifts in progress.And with that, the shift of some fifty or so girls is now in your hands. They all look at you, waiting. “What are you waiting for?” you ask. They all immediately start dispersing, picking up their tools to go to work.Unlike any other job, you can’t just supervise. It’s time to lead from the front! You…> Pick up some paint cans to repaint the walls.> Grab the broom to clean around the grounds.> Release the hose to clean the statue.> Other
>>47118544>all other units of its faction have FIVENothing quite like Vet 5 Osttruppen!I still can't believe they were even portrayed, they're usually completely glossed over. My grandfather actually was a liaison officer for the ROA
>>47118648>> Release the hose to clean the statue.If it's a dirty wash, cleaning the grounds and painting will only make us have to do it again. Start with the fancy statue!
>>47118648>release the hoseI'll agree with the last guy but I'm not sure whyanyone else feel that Denise is best girl?
>>47118648> Grab the broom to clean around the grounds.
>>47118648> Release the hose to clean the statue.Water is a girl's best friend.
>dat twitter linkYou sure like Rosehip's Rosehips, don't you GS.
>>47118669Osttruppen are great, especially when deploying Relief Infantry to replace your losses. Just swamp them in Osttruppen.
>>47118826You can count on Osttruppen.....no really, you can!
>>47118824She's great, no lie.
>>47118848You've got some nice taste there.
> Release the hose--With the hose spraying water at a nice steady rate, you start wetting down the triumphant statue of the Marquis de La Fayette. Because everyone else is busy repainting and cleaning, you and Denise are stuck with cleaning him for now. And boy howdy is this guy dirty. A lot of birdshit, dirt, grime, not to mention dust. Still, a man riding a horse, looking out into the distance, still a triumphant image.After changing into your PT clothes, you get the soap ready and start spreading some on the horse. Sponge in hand, you start scrubbing. Yes, you’re already making progress. Take that dirt, take that grime! You are the master of your own fate!“Hey, ma’am.” You look over to see Denise standing on the scaffold next to you, looking at the spurs on the Marquis’ boots. “It’s the Marquis’ spurs.”“Yeah,” you say. “They actually spin, Seniors are supposed to replace those every year.”“Really? Why?” she asks.“Well, supposedly if you spin the spurs at night before something say a test or before asking someone out on a date, it’ll grant you good luck. You also have to say, ‘Merci beaucoup, mon ami,’” you explain.“What’s that mean?” she asks.“It means thank you very much, my friend.”She smiles, then immediately spins it out. “Ow!” She suckles on her finger. “I cut my finger!”“I should’ve warned you, they also keep the spurs sharp to make freshmen cut themselves on it,” you explain further. She pouts, still suckling on her wounded finger.> Clean up quietly, no time for chit-chat.> Talk with Denise a little.> Rest yourself a little bit, let Denise do the cleaning, she’s the assistant after all.> Other
>>47119041> Clean up quietly, no time for chit-chat.We can chat with Denise on our break/after we've cleaned the biggest time sink.
>>47119041> Talk with Denise a little.
>>47119041> Clean up quietly, no time for chit-chat.
>>47119041>Talk with best girl a little
>>47119041> Clean up quietly, no time for chit-chat.Our promotion is at risk
Rolled 1 (1d2)Alright, let's resolve the tie right here.1. Resist urge to lewd the Denise2. Lewd the Denise
>>47119244Our will save is strong!
Any chance we could get an M7 Priest since the NATO open top rules are a bit more relaxed? [/spoiler}
Rolled 2 (1d2)>>47119244YOUR DICE ARE WEAK, SCHTEEL.ZUMWALT SHALL LEWD THE DENISE.>1. Resist urge to lewd the Denise>2. Lewd the Denise
> Clean up quietly, no time for chit-chat.“Well, get a bandage on it and get to work, Denise. We gotta get this done before lunch.” She nods quickly, reaching into her bag and pulling out bandages. She hurriedly disinfects the cut, then wraps up the wound. The two of you get your sponges and hurry to scrub up the statue. With just the two of you, it’s going to take some time.So there will be no distractions!--11 O’Clock rolls around, and the two of you hang out in the shade of the now pristine and clean statue. It shines brilliantly, freshly washed and glimmering in the sunlight. The Marquis has probably never looked so good in a long while.But you and Denise look absolutely ragged. Your PT clothes are wet and covered in oil and grime, sweat is beading down your face, arms, and legs, and is soaking your shirt and shorts. “Well, he looks good, don’t you think?” asks Denise tiredly.“Yeah,” you croak, taking a quick drink of water, courtesy of Denise. “I think we did good.”Now what though?> Take a break for lunch> Help with the painting> Help with the cleaning> Other>>47119356Actually, yes.
>>47119368> Take a break for lunchI'm a man of my word. Much as helping out with the cleaning would also be a suitable option.
>>47119368> Help with the cleaning
>>47119368> Take a break for lunch
>>47119368>Let Denise have a break, go help with the cleaning seeing as we're already filthy
>>47119404I'm this guy here, backing this >>47119621instead. Much stronger option.
>>47119637thanks anon c:denise a cute, don't want to overwork her
>>47119646Denise a willing slave meant to be kept at work, you mean!
>>47119368>> Help with the cleaning
> Help with the cleaning> OtherYou stand up. “Denise, take a break, get some water and some food for yourself.” She looks up, surprised. “I’m going to go assist the cleaning, alright?”Denise frowns a little. “Alrighty.”You give her a thumbs up, and she gives you a thumbs up back. Right, she approves. You quickly arch your back, making a few bones in your spine pop in relief. Whooo, better get to work. --“Hey, Beau!” You sweeping up some debris and dust into a dustbin in one of the hallways. You check your watch. 1230 PM. Lieutenant McLean walks up to you, smiling as she holds her clipboard, looking around at all of the students repainting the walls in their PT gear. “I saw the statue when I walked in, haven’t seen the Marquis that clean in a while. How have you been doing?”“Just cleaned the statue,” you explain. “Getting to work on cleaning.”“Have lunch yet?” she asks. You shake your head. “Aw, crying shame. Well, I got food trucks coming but…” She looks around the hallway, smiling. “You’re doing a good job today, beau.”> Boast> Neutral> Polite
>>47117653It's me, the best pixel arting drawfag. Today: The fifth and final tank of LGA's NATO team: The M26 Pershing.God, I hate doing tracks so much.
>>47119975> PoliteWe haven't won the day yet.
>>47120062>pilot dogI bet he's really good at dogfights!
>>47120062That's not a cute dog.THESE are
>>47120201Those dogs are ugly.
>>47120052>>47120062I do my best, of course. Also Schteel follow me on twitter damnit so I can message you about upcoming tanks.
>>47120264You are ugly
>>47120264wow anon, don't bully the dogs>>47120277I will, I thought I did but I will now.
>>47120278My attractiveness is irrelevant.>>47120290Ugly dogs go home.
>>47120297>>My attractiveness is irrelevant.Your mother smells of elderberries!
YFW a dog ranked higher than you.
>>47120290...That was fast. Anyway, this weekend I'll be working on a thing for that Kantai/Arpeggio mashup quest. In the meantime, I'll advertise my twitter, where I've decided I'm going to start posting art when I finish it:https://twitter.com/Pixel_AnonDropping the name now, I'll stick around for a bit then catch up in the archives tomorrow.
> Polite“Uh, thank you, ma’am. It’s hard work, yeah, but that means a lot coming from you.”“Oh, stop it.” She slaps your arm, smiling warmly. “I’m giving credit where credit is due. You’ll have my job if this keeps up to the end of the week and nothing goes wrong.” Does she really think so? You hope she does. If you do get promoted, that’s a lot of money going into coffers every week! She checks her watch. “Anyway, give it about an hour and I’ll have the shift dismissed, alright? Get something to eat.”“Oh, no, I mean-“ You lean on your broom, pouting a little. “There’s still so much to do.”“We got Thursday too to do this shit. We gotta open the school for summer classes later on anyway,” she explains. “Go on, get eating! That’s an order!”Well, if it’s an order…--You meet back up with Denise in the courtyard, where all the students are grabbing meals and lunches from food trucks. You do spy a very familiar ice cream truck in the crowd though, so you and Denise come up to it. “Come, come, get your frozen dairy products here! You cannot direct a ship without frozen foods!”Oleg. He looks down on you, still obscured by his welding mask, and now one of those hats that ice cream men wear. “Ah! Hello there, solnyshka!” He looks over at Denise. “And smaller yet just as well-endowed solnyshka! You are absolutely adorable!”Denise blushes, biting her lip. “Aw, you’re a sweetie.”“Haha, here.” Oleg gives her a cone of strawberry ice cream. “For free.” Denise giggles a little, taking it from here. “And for you free as well.” He tosses you a creamsicle, still in its wrapper. Wow, not as elegant. “… what?”> “Why are you still serving ice cream?”> “How are the tanks doing?”> “Nevermind, thanks.”> Other
>>47120429> “Why are you still serving ice cream?”
>>47120429>> “Why are you still serving ice cream?”>> “How are the tanks doing?”.....Clever Oleg.
>>47120429>> “How are the tanks doing?Also say thanks for the ice cream anyway.Free Ice Cream is Free,
>>47120429>"Thanks"> “Why are you still serving ice cream?”> “How are the tanks doing?”
>>47120429> “How are the tanks doing?”
>>47120429>“How are the tanks doing?”USED ICECREAM! BUY AT CRAZY OLEG'S! OR CRAZY OLEG GO FIND YOU! FREE ICECREAM SKIN WITH EVERY PURCHASE!
drawing of Denise when
> “Why are you still serving ice cream?”> “How are the tanks doing?”You sigh, unwrapping your creamsicle. “So, what’s with the ice cream gig still, Oleg?”“Oh, you know, did I not already tell you? I like doing odd jobs here and there wherever I can plus…” He leans on the counter, and you turn around to see what he’s staring at. A pair of students talking with each other, one tying up the bottom of her shirt to bare her midriff and her back and the other wearing a very breezy tanktop showing off her cleavage. “The view is very good, like watching a sunset.”“Uh huh.” You suddenly feel the slightest bit uncomfortable taking this creamsicle. “Are there any other jobs I should know about?”“Da, I am also boatmaster in park, distributor of towels in one of public pools, bath maintenance guy, and also I paint.” He reaches down and pulls out… an actually very nice painting of a landscape of what appears to be a forest, lit naturally by the sunset in a warm glow. “See?”“… um, how are the tanks doing?” Let’s get away from this.“The tanks, ah, different story.” He places the painting down. “The little polacks came to me asking if I could find way to attach rockets to their turret.” ROCKETS?! “I told them rockets are very expensive investment, but they seem to insist. Which means I have to check with NATO if variant passes cut off date, I am not remembering correctly if variant was designed before cut off date. Also, beyond that, the Etiquette Club is very much enjoying their Churchill, they actually would like for me to upgrade to Churchill VII if at all possible later.”“What about the History Club?” you ask.[1/2]
>>47120936He shudders. “They talk of wanting to convert poor little Panzer III into StuG. I can understand why, but I like Panzer III. It is adorable little tank, I always hate seeing them be turned into StuGs. By the way, did you find way to get engine from Cromwell?”“Working on it,” you say. “I had Jeep Jockey try and find a way but he’s letting me down.”“That is shame,” he says. He shakes his head. “Shame indeed.” He points to your creamsicle. “That is melting.” You look down to see it dripping down on your chest. Aw, not again! You quickly place the creamsicle in your mouth and grab a napkin off his counter. He continues to stare as you wipe it all down, trying to get it all off. “By the way, solnyshka. Beyond that, you do not want too many modifications?”“I can’t afford too many modifications,” you say. “I don’t have a lot of money.”He snaps his finger. “Tell you what. If you ever want to, you can work oddjobs with Oleg. We can discuss pay later.” You don’t know if this is an opportunity to perv on you, but if he is genuine…> “… I’d rather not.”> “Really? That’d be great!”> Other
>>47120957> “Really? That’d be great!”Gotta get that cash.
>>47120957> “… I’d rather not.”
>>47120957> “Really? That’d be great!”It's only when we want to. So we can always figure it out once he tells us what the random job will be.
>>47120957> “Really? That’d be great!”
>>47120957>other"I'll think about it"any reason you're adamant to stay on /tg/, Schteel?
>>47121196I just prefer to run on /tg/, it's familiar to me. Plus, while I do think a /qst/ board is nice and it would be a good thing to have, it's not the right time to have it because as it stands the community is small and IMO questing as a community doesn't grow fast enough to sustain a board that has the quick updating Quests that I prefer.I am currently running a collab over there with Observer, but that's the only thing I'll probably run on /qst/ unless the mods make me and other /tg/ QMs move.
>>47120957>“… I’d rather not.”We already have too many people looking at the bountiful rack as it is.
>>47120957>> “Really? That’d be great!”
> “Really? That’d be great!”“That’d be great, Oleg.”“Da!” He nods, slapping the dashboard in excitement. “Call me when you want to work, I will come pick you up, da?” You nod. “Haha, see you at work then!” He looks over at Denise. “And hopefully you too, cutest little solnyshka.”“Aw…” Denise blushes even more intensely, looking up at him. “You’re making me blush.”“Aw, you say that as if it is bad thing.” Alright, alright. You’ll not have your personal assistant be used by this creep. You quickly take her shoulders and push her away, glaring at Oleg. He laughs, waving at you two as you leave.Denise looks at you, a little embarrassed. “What? He knows what buttons of mine to push.”“As if,” you say.--> JOB COMPLETELieutenant McLean smiles at you. “Report back here, same time tomorrow. Captain Spruance will come to personally inspect the Academy grounds.” Around you, General Studies students are moving in to their summer classes. “Of course, with your hard work today, I imagine there won’t be too much trouble.” Ohoho, there better not be, or heads will roll.“Thank you, ma’am.” She nods, taking her seat in her car, and driving away.That just left you with Denise, the two of you now dressed in regular uniforms. Denise smiles at you. “So, what now then?”> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)> Hang out with someone (Who?)> Call Someone (Who?)> Other
>>47121381>> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)“If Adventure has a name…”orFly Casual.Let's finish some of these side-quests.
>>47121381> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)Lets check out Fly Casual.
>>47121381>Hang with someone (Denise)Let's find out more about the bestest of girls
>>47121381> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)Sure, Fly Casual it is.
>>47121526She's our attendant. We'll be hanging out with her regardless.
> Embark on a Subquest (Fly Casual)--You and Denise arrive at the desk of the Law Enforcement Studies building, where a receptionist greets you. “Hi, how can I help you?” she asks.“Yes, we’d like to help LES solve their smuggling problem,” you say.The receptionist blinks. “… I see.” She points down the foyer to one of the hallways. “Third door to the left. Sergeant O’Keere should still be in the bullpen.” You nod. With that in mind, you walk through the foyer where dozens of LES students are coming and going, waiting around for new orders, or are processing detainees and tickets. It all seems so busy. You know you work extremely hard but you can’t imagine being a full time security officer, that seems crazy the things they do.You arrive in the “bullpen”, a room dedicated to handing out assignments to officers. Sergeant O’Keere, the short little Irish girl is still in there indeed. And when she sees you, she quirks her brow. “Ah, Ensign Zumwalt, right?” You nod, walking up to her. “Do you need something?”“I wanted to help you guys with your smuggling problem.”“Ah.” She nods slowly. “I see. Okay, maybe you can help. Do you have any experience in law enforcement?” You shake your head. At least, nothing from outside the television. She scratches her chin. “Hm. Well, I mean, it’s nice to have someone assist in our operations but we’d prefer someone with a little bit of er… experience. First off, you have no experience with firearms, so we can’t give you a taser, much less a gun. We can’t give you cuffs either, that’s illegal, and that’d mean several stacks of paperwork-“ She snaps her finger. “Tell you what. You can help us dash those smuggling gits. Every time we need to do something that involves paperwork, do the paperwork for us, alright?”…She blinks. “You don’t look too fecking happy about that.”> “I’ll do your paperwork, whatever.”> “I’d rather prefer to be a bit more hands on, Sergeant.”> other
>>47121858> “I’d rather prefer to be a bit more hands on, Sergeant.”
>>47121858>I'd rather prefer to be a bit more hands on Citizens arrest ahoy
>>47121858>> “I’d rather prefer to be a bit more hands on, Sergeant.”
>>47121858> “I’d rather prefer to be a bit more hands on, Sergeant.”> otherI totally have experience with firearms! Machine guns and 57mms!
>>47121858> “I’ll do your paperwork, whatever.”
> “I’d rather prefer to be a bit more hands on, Sergeant.”She folds her arms indignantly at that response. “Listen, missy. You’re acting the maggot if you think we’re just going to let you in on being part of the Law Enforcements studies without you knowing what you’re doing without prior experience.”You place your hands on your hips, glaring at her. “You should know I have experience with firearms already.”“Tank cannons don’t count,” she says.“Look.” You hold up your finger, squinting at her. “I am willing to do anything I can to help. This is my ship as much as it is yours. Okay? Just give me one chance, I won’t let you down, I swear.”She turns her nose up, giving you a very cautious look. “Hm.” She looks over at Denise, who simply shrugs in response. “Here’s what I will do for you, yeah? Before you can do anything for us, I want you to prove you can hold yourself capable.”“How so.”She places her hands on her hips. “You got three options. You can go down to the Firing Range and practice until I find it acceptable. You can do community service by washing all of our police vehicles. Or you can do our paperwork.” Ah. “Your decision.”> Firing range, all you have to do is shoot guns right?> Clean the vehicles, it’ll just be bikes right?> The paperwork, it’s just paperwork right?> “On second thought, no thanks.”
>>47122268>Firing range, all you have to do is shoot guns right?If you even think about closing one eye while shooting I will scream
>>47122268> Firing range, all you have to do is shoot guns right?Much as the car-washing is fun.
>>47122268> Firing range, all you have to do is shoot guns right?I just know they have a whole hangar of riot tanks.
>>47122391>riot tanksYou mean flame tanks?
>>47122268> Clean the vehicles, it’ll just be bikes right?
>>47122412While it would be very effective at stopping a horde of angry schoolgirls, I think the administration might have some qualms about killing so many of their income sources.
>>47122268>> Clean the vehicles, it’ll just be bikes right?
> Firing range, all you have to do is shoot guns right?--You stand in a booth, flinching at every shot around you as LES students take practice in firing pistols, shotguns, submachine guns, and rifles. Denise and O’Keere have accompanied you down, O’Keere thoughtfully providing you a bulletproof vest, shooting glasses, earmuffs, and a big manual on the operation of firearms. “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do,” says O’Keere. You have a target about 10 meters away,” she says. You look down range to see the target, a man-sized cardboard cut out. “You have to hit that target center mass successfully at least ten times.”“Alright, how hard can it be?” you say.“You also have to do it while obeying basic gun safety protocol,” she says. She leans on the booth wall. She looks over at Denise. “Did you want to try this too?”“Oh, no thanks, I get plenty shooting practice at home.” Wait. Denise knows how to shoot a gun!?“Where are you from?” asks O’Keere.“West Virginia, we do a lot of hunting there,” she says. She hunts animals for FUN!?“Oh, neato,” says O’Keere. She looks back at you. “Right then. Which would you like to start with?”> Beretta 92A1 (Pistol)> Ithaca 37 (Shotgun)> MP7A1 (SMG)
>>47122708> Ithaca 37 (Shotgun)
>>47122708> Beretta 92A1 (Pistol)Lets start small.
>>47122708>Beretta 92A1 (Pistol)Don't wanna break our girly wrists.Also, why the fuck does a "police force" use MP7s?
>>47122708> Beretta 92A1 (Pistol)Let's take it 'easy' yeah
>>47122708>> Beretta 92A1 (Pistol)
>>47122804>>47122708>MP7A1 (SMG)Actually changing my vote, the MP7 is way more comfortable to shoot
> Beretta 92A1 (Pistol)You pick up the Beretta, and look back at O’Keere. She nods approvingly. You grip it with both hands firmly, keeping your fingers directly off the trigger and pointed down range. She nods again approvingly. She steps up to you, then lifts the safety for you.Alright, you can do this. You’ve fired the hull mounted machine gun once! This shouldn’t be any different! You gingerly place your fingers on the trigger- “Ah, ah!” She slides one of your fingers out of the triggerguard. “One finger!” Okay, okay, that was a mistake. But, now you have it, you shut one eye and- “Keep both eyes open!” … okay. You open both eyes. “Don’t lock your legs! Feet apart!”You look back at her. “Aren’t you supposed to let me fail!?”“This is gun safety we’re talking about!” she yells back. “I want you to fail but I don’t want you to kill somebody either!” Okay, that’s a fair point. “Now in your own time, squeeze, don’t pull, the trigger.” Alright, you look back down range, and fire. The loud bang sends shocks up your arms right up your spine.Whoa! Now that is way more personal than the hull machine gun, wow!…“I don’t see a mark on the target,” says Denise.“Neither do I, I think you missed,” says O’Keere.“I did not!” you yell. “Look!” They squint down range. After a minute, you actually do have to concede the point. You missed.Denise looks at you. “Do you want me to help you out or…?”> “No, I’m fine. I just need a bigger gun.”> “No, I’m fine. Let me work.”> “Actually, could you?”> Other
>>47123076>> “Actually, could you?”
>>47123076> “No, I’m fine. Let me work.”
>>47123076> “Actually, could you?”Please
>>47123076>“Actually, could you?”She is our assistant. We need assistance. Let her assist.Fuck! I don't have my HaHa time for tanks.gif on this machine. fucking working out of town
>>47123076> “Actually, could you?”
>Elodie most likely attended a public elementary AND middle school>says she has no experience with firearms
>>47120201>Combat SchnauzersI didn't know that I needed this in my life.
> “Actually, could you?”“Okay!” She carefully walks up behind you, then presses herself against your back. You gasp a bit as you feel her chest rub up against yours, before settling down. She’s just trying to help you out. Don’t make a fuss about it.“Wow, that is so fecking gay,” says O’Keere loudly. A few heads to turn see you and Denise. GODDAMN IT.Denise regardless takes your wrist and helps point your aim to the target in question. Alright… “Take a deep breath,” she says. You nod, inhaling. “Exhale and squeeze.” You exhale, then squeeze the trigger forcefully. The gun fires again, the recoil shaking you up but not knocking you down. This time, you get a neat little mark dead center mass. “You got it!” She grins, looking around your side. “Nice job!”“Thank you,” you say. You look at her, and she smiles at you happily. “You can let go of me.” She nods, letting go of you.Okay, you got the hang of it now. You raise your pistol again, and fire.--It’s about dinner time and now you’re running off of a very big adrenaline rush. Oh jeez. O’Keere walks you out of the building, impressed. “You got that pretty quick. Most fumble about with a gun so badly we never let them touch one for the rest of their career.” Ouch, that must be tough. “But hey, tell you what. Call me later when you want to help us out. For now, it’s about quitting time for us, we still haven’t got anything new with the smugglers.”“That’s fine, thanks, O’Keere.” She nods, smiling at you.She points to Denise. “And you, Denise. We need to talk shop later about hunting, me papa used to take me out hunting when I was a wee bab.”Denise smiles. “Happily.” O’Keere tips her cap to you, then walks back inside. “Right, I think today went well,” she says. “Do you want to head back to your dorm or…?”> Head back to your dorm> Go and eat out> Other
>>47123557> Head back to your dormWhen was the last time we had dinner at home?
>>47123557> Go and eat outDon't mind if we do...
>>47123557>Head back to your dormShe's invited.
>>47123557> Head back to your dorm> Invite Denise along
>>47123557>>47123606Yeah alright, I can back that.Also sleep-time, so thanks for writing GS.
>>47123631Dream of lewd garupans.
>>47123557This Anon >>47123620 has the best idea
>>47123642B..but...but the TEA!
>>47123642For you. And hopefully of Rosehip, damn.
> Head back to your dorm--You arrive back at your dorm, sighing deeply as you place your bag on the bed. Denise arrives after you as well, placing her bag down by the door. There you see Winona at the desk, carefully applying rubber cement to one of her models. “Hey, Winona.”“’Lo, Marshmellow,” she says. Ugh, that nickname is never going to stick.“Whoa, cool, a snake!” Denise immediately kneels down by the terrarium, where you both see that Cuddles is apparently trying to consume a mouse from the hip. Not very efficient, Cuddles. Denise grins, looking at him in awe. “Aw, he’s adorable!”“Thanks, Denise!” says Winona. “His name’s Cuddles! I’d let you hold him but I’m kind of busy right now.”You walk over. “What are you building…-“ You blink. Is she attaching a Panther hull to a Pershing turret. “What is that?”“It’s a recreation of one of J. Walter Christie Tech’s designs. A pershing turret on top of a Panther hull, mixed in with an improved engine and sporting the long 90mm from a Super Pershing.” She looks over at you, smiling. “You like it?” Eh… “Of course, I know you love it.” She goes back to gluing one of the armor plates on. “There’s some leftover dinner I brought home from work if you want some. It’s Chipotle just so you know, burritos and what not. Just heat up in the microwave.”“Thanks,” you say.> Play around with Cuddles a bit.> Talk with Denise, other than looking at Cuddles, she doesn’t seem to know what to do.> Help out Winona with her models, she looks like she could use a friend.> Other
>>47123986>Help out Winona with her models, she looks like she could use a friend.
>>47123986> Talk with Denise, other than looking at Cuddles, she doesn’t seem to know what to do.
>>47123986>> Talk with Denise, other than looking at Cuddles, she doesn’t seem to know what to do.
>>47123986> Talk with Denise, other than looking at Cuddles, she doesn’t seem to know what to do.> Help out Winona with her models, she looks like she could use a friend.Do both. Light model building and conversation.Also > rubber cementWhat?!? Winnona ! That'll never work! You need plastic glue!
>>47123986> Help out Winona with her models, she looks like she could use a friend.Awww
>>47123450Despite the myths, if you're from an urban public school you'll never even see one unless your parents teach you.
> Talk with Denise, other than looking at Cuddles, she doesn’t seem to know what to do.> Help out Winona with her models, she looks like she could use a friend.After heating a few burritos for you and Denise to eat, you sit on down next to Winona. “Need any help?” you ask.“Sure!” Winona smiles, quickly placing a set of parts still attached to their plastic holding square. “Can you cut those parts out for me? Don’t worry about getting the little nubs off, I’ll do that later.” You nod, picking up a small hobby knife and then getting to work. While you do that, you look over to Denise, who looks around the room confusedly. Winona looks over as well, smiling. “You can turn on the TV if you want.”“Oh, I shouldn’t,” she says. “I don’t wanna impose or anything.”“It’s fine,” you say. Denise nods, sitting down and picking up the remote. “Winona, did Denise tell you where she’s from?”Denise smiles. “West Virginia. Morgantown.”“Really?” Winona smiles. “I am actually from Boston, Massachusetts.” … Really? She doesn’t even have an accent! Wow! “Of course, I don’t tell Ingrid this because well, for one thing, my parents are actually Red Sox fans and I know she likes the Yankees and the Mets so I try not to… stir conflict.”“Eh, I’m more of a football girl,” she says. “My parents would take me to see the Mountaineers from WVU play.”“Oh, nice!” Winona smiles at that. “That’s lovely!” She points to her models. “You ever do modeling?” She shakes her head. “C’mere!” Denise nervously walks over, looking over at Winona’s work. “So, my kind of modelling involves recreating Unlimited tanks because those don’t get merchandised. But, if you want I happen to have some simple clip together models like this…” She holds up an M3 Lee model kit. “This M3 Lee, all you gotta do is clip together the parts and boom, you got a tank. A clumsy tank but a tank!”[1/2]
>>47124421[2/2]“Oh, I- I couldn’t,” says Denise. “I-““Just take it,” you say.“Okay.” Denise takes the box from Winona.And with that, you receive a call on your phone. It’s Mom! “Guys, it’s my Mom!” Winona and Denise grin. You take the call. “Hello?”“Hey, sweetheart! What’s the haps?”> Boast> Neutral> Polite
>>47124439>What's the haps?Is kill self to escape embarrassment an option?
>>47124439> BoastWe're awesome! We won at tanks, and found things in the bowels of LGA and we shot a gun, (insert daughterly squee here)
>>47124514We're so gonna get creamed against JWC.
>>47124439>Boast"Tanks are doing great, adventure is doing great, two hot girls in my dorm. Living the dream!"
> Boast“Oh, the haps are doing good, I guess,” you say. “We swept Camp Gagetown this past weekend.” Winona and Denise look over, apparently trying to listen in. “I got two great friends in my room right now, we’re just kind of hanging out. Plus, I got another girl helping me out on finding things underneath LGA. So, yeah, things are great, things are looking up.”“Aw, that’s great, honey! Listen, your Dad’s here, I’ll put him on for you.” There’s a bit of fumbling with the phone for a bit.Then you hear the rich sound of Dad’s voice. “Hey, how’s the richest girl in town doing!?”“Hi, Dad! Things are great!”“I hope so! Hey, I was talking to the guys at work, we were just discussing what was going on in the NATO matches, and I just happened to drop the tiniest hint that my daughter happened to be the MVP of the set against Camp Gagetown, boom! Got ‘em! Hahaha! But seriously, they were surprised that you were my daughter.”“Aw, really?”“Yes, really. But hey, that’s something to brag about at work, you rolling over those little girls with your big tank. Why, I tell you something, it’s really a godsend that you’re doing this shit.”“Yeah, yeah.”“By the way, your mother mentioned you might need some money for Tankery.” OH NOOOOOOOO MOM FUCKING FUUUUCK “I actually got my bonus back for working a couple weekends, it’s about 3k so I’ll send that over to you, alright sweetums?”> “NOOOOOOOO”> “DAD PLEASE NO”> “… okay.”> Other
>>47124814>DAD PLEASE NOI'M DOING FINE DAD I EVEN GOT PUT IN FOR A PROMOTION EVERYTHING IS FINE KEEP YOUR MONEY
>>47124814>> “DAD PLEASE NO”
>>47124814>“DAD PLEASE NO”You need that money for stuff. If you want to indulge, take Mom someplace nice.
>>47124814> all the nope
>>47124814>“DAD PLEASE NOOOOOOOO”
> “DAD PLEASE NO”“DAD NO PLEASE!”“What? You don’t want money? Honey, what kind of fucking teenager we raising!?”“A good one,” says Mom in the background.“Dad, I don’t need money! Y- you could spend that on things you guys want! That’s 3,000 dollars, that’s like… stuff you could want!” You don’t know what your parents could want at this stage, but it’s a lot of fucking money! And you don’t want them to give it up. “Don’t just slap it on me, I- I don’t know what I’m gonna do with it!”“Sweetie, sweetie, listen. You know how they say that money can’t buy happiness? Well the fella who said that should be hung by fucking entrails and his body paraded through Jersey Shore for all to see. That feel good bullshit is absolutely retarded. I believe that spending money can make people happy. I am choosing to spend my money on you, sweetums, because that’s what makes me happy, alright?”“Aw, daddy…” You mope a little. “C- can’t you just keep it? I can raise money myself!”“Aw, come on, sweetie.”“No, really, Daddy. Just uh… just keep it, okay? You could really make mom happy with that kind of money.”“I make mom happy every night and I only need to spend two dollars on condoms,” he says. You blush intensely, and look over at Winona and Denise. They giggle, looking away. UGH, DAD. STOP IT.“D- dad, just, please, keep it, keep it. I insist.”“Mmmm… honey! She doesn’t want the money!”“Well, take me someplace nice then, you lump!” Mom yells.“Aw, fine, fine! Okay, we’ll keep the money. But next bonus I get, it’s yours, Ellie.”“Dad, please…”“No, that’s a promise. I guarantee you, it’ll save your ass. Alright?”“Alright, love you, Daddy. Love you, Mommy.”“Love you too, sweetheart. Say hello to your friends for us.”And with that, you both hang up.Winona and Denise giggle, staring at you.> “Fuck you guys.”> “Hey, at least my parents care.”> “What? Never seen parents embarrass their kid before?”> Other
>>47125209> Otherhide face under pillow. smother away the shame
>>47125209>>47125268This.Butf sticking out. Hose and all that.
>>47125209>Other>I...uh...I...>Throw pillow or two in thier general direction>Never seen parents embarass their kids before?I can also support this>>47125268
> OtherYou quickly dive for the bed, running your head beneath a pillow and sticking your ass up in the air. “Aaahhh!”“Aw, come on, Ellie!” says Winona. “My parents sometimes embarrass me like that too!”“Your parents aren’t like my parents!”“… well, you’re not wrong,” says Winona again. She sits down next to you on the bed, then gently places her hand on your butt. “Come on!”“Don’t touch my butt!” you yell, curling up beneath the pillow. “Jeez! Just fuck off!”Winona giggles loudly. “Aw, you’re so adorable when you’re embarrassed, Ellie!”“Fuck you! Tomorrow’s practice, I’m going to fuck you up, Winona!”> + 5 MORALE TO WINONAUgh, what a way to end the night, embarrassing yourself in front of your personal assistant like that! How could this get any worse.You open your eyes, to see Cuddles staring straight at you. His tongue flickers out, rubbing against your nose.…Hi, Cuddles.
>>47125209This is horribly inappropriate, but if Elodie is that stacked... How stacked is her mom?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1vrEljMfXYoThat's it for tonight's chapter of LGA2. Hopefully you all will join me tomorrow at the same tank time, same tank channel.Follow at: https://twitter.com/GermanSchteelAsk at: http://germanschteel.tumblr.com/Book Tumbles: http://germanschteelbookblog.tumblr.com/See you next time.>>47125499Very stacked.
>>47125489lick snek back
>>47125530Thanks for the fun, boss. Stupid work will keep me away from tomorrow and Sunday.I will console myself with ice cream and Kelly's Heroes.
>>47125568Console yourself as well anon with the thought of Elodie sucking a creamsicle while it melts and drips onto her marshmellows.
>>47125603thanks for writing!good luck on your bookif it ever happens
>>47125624Thanks anon, I will make it happen this time.
>>47125603Elodie is not for lewds!Stack in cat ears is fine.
>>47125530Good thread. Guess we can have fun training, scrambling through the cleaning, and maybe try and build up Ingrid's morale before the really tough battle this weekend.
>>47125530Compared to her daughter?
>>47125772Definitely bigger than her daughter.
>>47125603thanks for running schteel.Also you should link the inuniverse twitter and maybe retweet a few choice ones from time to time.
>>47125798Once I get around to it, I probably will.
>>47125796How big is even that? The daughter is already porn star level of bust.
>>47125899That's for your imagination to decide.
>>47125899>The daughter is already porn star level of bust.Pffft, Elodie is maybe a D, that is barely BARELY considered large.