Aliums attacking base wat do
Aha! Better late than never!>Aliums attacking base wat doFuck their shit.
>>20077746> GOTO PLANE
Get your ass to the Widow...AFTER making sure that the family is secure in the castle basement.
>>20077776Right. Gotoplane, then fuck their shit.We might need a plane for said shitfucking.
rolled 47 = 47Fuck yeah [x] get in plane fuck shit up
>>20077746Get to the widow...
Step one! find out what is attacking step two! bombs, fuel or rocketsstep three! KILL THEM ALL!
>>20077746such eloquenceget family to hide, get to plane
>>20077746Also, PF, Archival courteously requests your presence in the writefag channel to sort some things out with you.
Challenge them to a one-on-one competition. If we win, they pack up and go home. If they win, they conquer Earth.I mean, seriously. Fuck fighting, that shit is tiring.
Remember there are spies about.>CHECK PLANE FOR SABOTAGE
Ground forces? Cut off one's tentacle and beat it to death with it.Otherwise we just do as we always do, our duty.
>>20077801oh my god MC a bomb!
Give striker units to Mom.Entire alium force runs away crying.
>>20077816Shit, I laughed.
>>20077830White Knight: "Dude, your mom's hot."
>>20077801And radio everyone else to do the same. You can't be too careful with these things.
>>20077801>>20077816>>20077840http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cg7-qoHVPNs&feature=related
Get inside our other widow!
>>20077861I love it.Also posting the final version of the latest drawfaggin's.
Holy shit, I thought we were rid of this shit. Fuck off you faggot. Fuck. Go look at hentai or ERP somewhere else.
ya check our baby for bombs or any other forms of sabotage
>>20077895Doom says shut the fuck up!
Everybody flips their shit. Patton draws his pistols and says something characteristically hammy and over-the-top. Kathy does the same thing, but better, and actually fires her revolver, also she's got tits so that makes her more interesting. You run to your plane while Malleroy and Maloney, or, as you call them, "The M&Ms," scream something like YOOOOOOOOOOO as you flee. You reach your plane, which has a plane painted on it inside a heart-shape, also painted on it. "START THE ENGINES!" you roar, and the engines start like caffeinated were-boars roaring as they take a hit of Speed on Acid. While riding motorcycles. With no mufflers. The tremendous power of these powerplants are like an actual powerplant with turbines bigger then yo momma, the kind that power people's homes except when the air-raid sirens go off and they shut down.Those are fucking balling engines mang. You take off in an entirely predictable fashion but take note of the scenery anyhow. There's lots of other fighters on the ramp, spanning several different makes and models from a few different countries which must be a fucking maintenance nightmare but that's okay because you're all special.
>>20077895>ERP I'm the cockblock king, bitchjust ask my characters
>>20077895
Planefag, what the hell?
>>20077910>>20077927...Planefag, are you drunk?
Step 1 Check for sabotage of the WidowStep 2 If no sabotage Fuel her up and load ordinanceStep 3 Kill all Aliums
>>20077927DAMN YOU PATTON!
>>20077910Somethings not quite right here.
>>20077937>Planefag are you drunker than normal?ftfy.
>>20077910Something is off here...
Fap Angel, I am SLIGHTLY IRRITATED due to Otakon conflicts.Panzer, have a bag of waifus. <3 The Internet
>>20077951>>20077959I think it's an improvement
>>20077910I think someone's a little depressed with how his quest has turned out.
>>20077910There's a metricass fuckton shitheap assload of Martians flying vaugely-described ships of varying capacity and capabilities and there's a super-lot of them. Sean says something really aggressive and Ian says something dry and almost witty. You fire up your ENGINEZ and roar into battle with your little sister on your wing and a couple Strike Witches leading the way. There are also some Aces in the air, you can Team Up with them to Shoot Alium.>Pick one ACE>Pick one WITCH>YOU ARE A TEAM
>>20077971I'm not sure about that... to be polite about it.I'm more concerned about what drove him to post updates drunk.
>>20077990Chuck YeagerCharlotte Yeager
Well this is much better than these shitty quests normally are.
>>20077990what ace's do we have?
>>20077990>ACEOurselves>WitchRobin or Minna
>>20077990Bader Minna
>>20077991Well then, look at it as getting back into the swing of things with a fun little one shot
>>20077990We're going with the Yeagers
>>20077993>sageing an active threadI dont think that does what you think it does
>>20077992This.
>>20077968>not having a bed of waifus>2012
>>20078008I'm saging because I made a noncontributive post, please learn to 4chan.
>>20077990robin and chuck
Yay, this is a thing that is happening tonight.Well, I am bored and listless as hell so lets try something new.Pick one for a speed paint.Goal? Have something to post at the end of the thread. Likelihood of success? Oh you.As always, Fap Angel's choice unless he goes the benevolent overlord route.[ ] Haters Gonna Hate: Yoshika and Lynette with aviators giving 0 fucks[ ] Witches Sans Britches: Witch of choice gets drawn. Battle mode optional.[ ] Male Bonding: NO HOMO (not porn)[ ] I reject your reality and substitute my own (WRITE IN CHOICE)[ ] Operation Benevolent Overlord
>>20077990Solus. Get off Planefag's computer.
>>20078024Operation Benevolent Overlord
>>20078024[x] Operation Benevolent OverlordSounds Fun.
[x] Haters Gonna Hate: Yoshika and Lynette with aviators giving 0 fucksI WISH I WAS A MOD SO I COULD HAVE THAT IN BOLD TYPEFACE
>>20078036>>20078043Operation Benevolent Overlord = 'let the thread pick'
>>20078051And?
I sense a disturbance in the warp
>>20078024Haters Gonna Hate: Yoshika and Lynette with aviators giving 0 fucks
>>20078024[ ] I reject your reality and substitute my own (WRITE IN CHOICE)We were molested by a young Japanese girl recently.
>>20078058Indeed.
>>20077993>SWQ>Being shittyScrew being polite, get the fuck out and choke on some dicks while you're at it.as for the story...what time is it during this battle as if it's night I'd think Sanya'd be a good choice.
With a sudden flash of insight you realize that CHUCK'N'CHARLIE shall be your politically-correct wingpersons this day. "TO ME" you scream into the microphone and to you they come, Chuck Yeager making disparaging remarks about the aerodynamic handicaps of Charlotte's tits, which she counters by suggesting that Glennis swings "both ways." With Yeager's P-51 on your wing you wade into tumultuous combat. There are some bad guys approaching fast! They're using some new tricksy technology which boils down to being better at electromagnetic sciences then yous, so their rockets are guided and shit. Sean reverses the polarity of the navigation radios and routes it through the main radar dish and thus jams, cancels and spoofs the aliums mysterious technology because he's fucking awesome like that. You're in a fight with an alium now but you're losing! Do you want to >Call for backupLeast risk, but might put your friends at risk!>Dive awayNobody will vote for this so don't bother.>Push the BIG RED WEP BUTANThis is clearly the best answer.
>>20078074>Reverses the polarityGod dammit Planefag
>>20078024I usually go with benevolent overlord, but the Witches With Shades Giving Zero Fucks option sounds like too much fun. gimme plz
>>20078074
>>20078074Dive away.
... something is definitely not right. (Obvious I know.)Now what's the cause is is the question
>>20078100so....Fap angel isn't drunk. he's typing too well for that
>you were trapped in a simulated reality by the aliens>the code is malfunctioning>nothing you have experienced has been real
waddafuk man
>>20078120Go to Hell.
>>20078108>>20078111He's having a full on Jason Russell style meltdown. Soon he'll be seen masturbating naked in the streets of San Diego and yelling about the devil.
>Push the BIG RED WEP BUTANIt's a big red button. How can we not?
>check IRC>eight PM windows open>PLANEFAG WHAT ARE YOU DOING OH SHITDANCEDANCE
Looks like Gapan Elf has either flipped his lid or had his trip hijacked.I'm out.
>>20078131>san diego but that's the one town where that kind of behavior is hardly noticeable.
>>20078148Why do you think everyone goes there for their naked devil rant faps?
>>20078133Planefag isn't on the IRC. Who the hell are you?
>>20078133
>>20078158Yes he is.
>>20078133IF YOU SAY SO
>>20078158>he doesn't know about notifyhahahahahahaha
>>20078158I love how everybody is SO SURE it cannot be me.
>>20078016You're lucky I'm on my tablet, punk.Next time, Gadget. NEXT TIME!
>>20078175To be fair, the writing style is a bit... off tonight. Though I certainly noticed a few of your stylistic flairs.
PF, do you feel the warp overtaking you?
>>20078175Okay, Planefag, no planefag, it doesn't matter. Either way, he's gone completely nutters.Ergo, I'm taking control, based on the idea of "PLANEFAG IS INSANE" and somebody needs to do damage control. OR TURN IT INTO A BIGGER DISASTER.
>>20078074I don't even know what we're fighting though. Firebees? A third dreadnaught for our flight peen? Mash the red button and hope for the best.
This is now a dance thread.
>>20078133If you say so.
I'm wondering if PF is finally sick of writing and just wants to crash this whole thing, like so many quests that just drop off because the author was tired of it. Is this the end of SWQ?
>>20078133Dance magic dance?We Bowie now.
>>20078175You're acting oddly. What are we supposed to think? Either you've gone of you rocker, or your not planefag.Or both.
>people plotting coups>Planefag is off the rockerWe haven't even gotten to the waifu wars yet.I propose a new topic of discussion: what the hell is with zombie catlyn in the song of ice and fire series?
>>20078218Perhaps. Today is truly a sad day then.
>>20078218Welcome to the worse case scenario in my mind (not sure if it's happened yet) and I'm blaming this on various people bugging him about doing it tonight without considering how he might be feeling.
>>20078228She was such a bitch in life that her bitchiness has given her new life.
>>20078228I'm still reading the third book and I've managed to avoid spoilers.Guess I'm outta this thread.
[x] Touch fluffy tail.
Learn to stop worrying and love the fap angel
>>20078228Chuckles McBurnSword can do a superpowered CPR and rekindle someone's inner soul fire or some shit like that because Red God.I dunno why she's such a bitch afterward though. I'd like to think that i'd try to take my murder in stride if i got back up afterward.
>>20078240Deploying guided woozle munitions
You lean over, scream "HANG ON!" and push the big red button.WAR EMERGENCY POWER engages and your engines explode and become rockets as a face-melting guitar riff wails in the background. Bald Eagles made of smoke drop out of the rocket exhaust and begin laying about your enemies like angry smoke eagles will. "EAT SHIT" you scream, and thumb your cannon trigger. The cannons jam, because they're Hispanos. Originally a French design that fell into the hands of the English, they are officially Satan's handiwork made manifest, wonderful works of craftsmanship and utterly horrid nighmares of modern mass-manufacturing, which is to say, they're not. "FLY ME CLOSER," Sean screams from the backseat. "I WANT TO HIT THEM WITH MY SWORD!' "FUCK YOU I'M THE PILOT," you counter, and pop your canopy. Producing a Lance, you get it in the cradle and line up on the MARTIAN ACE, ready to strike down your maxim foe. "Get ready to burble your last, motherfucker," you hiss dangerously as thine foe approaches. >SINGLE COMBAT>MARTIAN IS DISHONORABUR, BEWARE OF TRICKS>CALL FOR SIR TESLA IN YOUR MOMENT OF NEED
>>20078210So. Our writer has cracked from stress and god knows what else. I'm not much better. LETS DO THIS.Okay. Let's not. This was a half baked grab for power and I've just realized I have no gun to back it up. At all. Hell, I don't even have an idea of where to begin writing.
>>20078276Call in Sir Tesla, make it a laser lance.
>>20078276single combat clearly.NEW THEORY: Planefag is accurately writing how MC is seeing things and MC is hopped up on COPIOUS ADRENALINE from Eila, Sanya, and medals
PRAISE THE SUN
>>20078276Fuck those choices[X] Push the buten again
>>20078276[x] Single CombatWe must prove our worth in a one-on-one duel
>>20078276>maximManxnome, bro. Manxnome.
>>20078276>>MARTIAN IS DISHONORABUR, BEWARE OF TRICKS
...fuck it I am done. I am going to go play some RO2
>>20078276>CALL FOR SIR TESLA IN YOUR MOMENT OF NEEDIf we're going off the deep end we need to go all the way. Tesla can show us the way.
>>20078298How is this less stressful than the time we say, crashed our aircraft into a floating great lakes freighter?
>>20078276>CALL FOR SIR TESLA IN YOUR MOMENT OF NEEDIm loving this so hard.
I REJECT ALL THESE CHOICES. SPONTANOUS FISSION.THE TRINITY TEST CAME EARLY.MY CAPSLOCK BUTTON IS BROKEN.
I don't know what the fuck is going on, so I'm going to keep dancing.
we passed out on the stage I guess
>>20078354
>>20078345We didn't just get the MoH pinned on us by direct order of the PotUS
>>20078276either tesla or grorious sky jousting
>CALL FOR SIR TESLA IN YOUR MOMENT OF NEEDWhy the fuck not
>>20078364Oh god I hope so.
>Inb4 we wake up in a hospital with miyafuji working her magicks again>Informed we passed out after the spell with Sanya and have been out of it for 3 days
>>20078380When Wizard MC went insane, it still made a hell of a lot more sense than this.
Everything's burning and still dancing.
>>20078389
>>20078389Well did wizard MC start off saner than MC NGAF?I mean NGAF is pretty nuts already.
This is what happens when you leave people unsupervised!
We are dreaming
Sandrakers, Sandrakers everywhere. Well fuck them. I have the flag! [VGTG]
>>20078420that reminds me...i'm going to need to fill up my drink for this
>>20078439I prefer to think that planefag has given up on the quest. That way I won't be disappointed when he stops the quest.
>I DON'T WANT ONE OPTION I WANT ALL THE OPTIONS!You call boldly for Sir Tesla while charging in for single-combat, wary for tricks. From the onrushing Steam Sled bolted to the front of the Edmund Fitzgerald being towed by the missing Indianapolis comes an explosion of green fire and purple mist and suddenly, hurtling towards you like a killydisc thrown by God Himself, it's THE MARTIAN. You hurl your lance as hard as possible and he hops on the lance, surfing it like a snowboard, whatever that is, and rides it back towards you. He snatches you out of your plane and slaps you upside the head with a tentacle and screams at you."THIS IS THE MIND OF A MAN WHO DOESN'T GIVE A FUCK, YOU NOSY LITTLE REAR-ECHELON PUSSY, SITTING IN A PSI-AMP MILES FROM THE FRONT WORKING YOUR MISCHIEF LIKE THE STYLUS-SWINGING CLUTCH-RUNT YOU ARE AND YOU THINK YOU REALLY THINK I'M GOING TO BE INTIMIDATED BY YOU WELL GET YOUR ASS INTO A HUNTYHOLE AND LISTEN TO THE MANLING ARTY HAMMER AWAY OVERHEAD FOR A WEEK STRAIGHT I SAID A FUCKING WEEK AND SPEND EVERY SECOND OF EVERY HOUR OF EVERY DAY FOR A WEEK WONDERING WHEN THE NEXT SHELLS GONNA HIT YOU AND YOU JUST RUN OUT OF FUCKS TO GIVE BUT YOU, YOU, MISTER REAR-AREA REGURGITATION, YOU'RE GONNA PUT THE PSIWHAMMY ON ME? MOTHERFUCKER, YOU CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE. I'VE GOT THE WARMIND IN THIS ROOM SO YOU CAN FUCK RIGHT OFF." Wow, that was weird!>Wake up>Be the alium
>>20078464>Be the alium
>>20078464OH GOD WHY CAN'T I WAKE UP
>>20078464THANK GOD>Wake up>Wake up>Wake up
>>20078464wake up
>>20078464>Wake UpI want to explain this to Robin in big words.
>>20078464Wake up and think we're the ailen.
>Wake up
>>20078464I DON'T WANT TO WAKE UP I LIKE IT HERE. EVERYONE'S PANICKING AND IT'S HILARIOUS.
>>20078464[x] BE THE ALIUMAll other opinions are small time
>>20078464THE CRAZY TRAIN DOESN'T END.Okay, yes it does.>Wake up. Seriously no. Wake up.
>>20078464Whatever you do, dont wake up
>>20078464Goddamn Wake Up.
>>20078497>pic>not titled trudefags.png0/10
>>20078464>>20078464>Wake upFUCKING CALLED IT
>>20078464>Wake upSounds like a squid is looking to get fucked.WELL, LETS NOT KEEP HIM WAITING.
>>20078464BE THE ALIUMWAKING UP IS FOR PUSSIES
So did Sanya's powers go all brain rape on us or what?
on a scale of 10 to 10how hard is Planefag laughing at us right now
>>20078548that shit goes to infinity and beyond. his tearfeast was truly bountiful
>>2007854826C
>>20078548Somewhere around a 38.
>>20078542The punch was laced with acid.THE COLORS MAN, THE COLORS...
>mfw planefag goes off the deep end
>>20078548FF (hexidemical)But this stunt might have caused panzer to quit writing.
>>20078464>Wake upIs No'op now psychically linked to us? Awesome.
[18:10] <@MaulMachine> [21:09:23] <@Demetrious> whelp[18:10] <@MaulMachine> [21:09:28] <@Dante41> ...[18:10] <@MaulMachine> [21:09:30] <@Demetrious> thanks for keeping the lid on till the punchline, archival[18:10] <@MaulMachine> [21:09:36] <@Dante41> ...you GLORIOUS bastard.[18:10] <@MaulMachine> [21:09:39] <@archivalfag> Cheers, mate.[18:10] <@MaulMachine> [21:09:45] * @MaulMachine claps slowly[18:10] <@MaulMachine> [21:09:49] <@MaulMachine> I am impressed[18:11] <+Pers> I hate and love him at the same time[18:11] <%Inquisitorial-Librarian> I'm honestly not at all suprised[18:11] <@MaulMachine> nor I, really[18:11] <%Inquisitorial-Librarian> But then I've had bigger shocks in my life[18:12] <+Fishman> .....this by far outdoes the Patchy troll update by far.
>>20078607I dunno, accidentally killing Patchy was hilarious. This just kinda made me go "oh great, another author sabotaging his quest. Goshujin-sama all over again."
You wake up to see Trevor Maloney standing over you with a pistol."OH GOD THE AL-EEE-UUUUUN" you scream, flailing at him desperately. From the sleeping nightmare to the waking one, and ALL YOUR DREAMS ARE UGLY.The pistol drops and Maloney seizes you by your dress uniform. He hauls you off the floor and snarls in your face. "You stupid lunatic bastard son-of-a-whore," he rumbles with pure hate. "We are under attack. There's enemies everywhere. This is your moment. This is your TIME. This is literally the only thing you're good for or good AT. Even a fucking dung beetle ROLLS HIS FUCKING DUNG, SO GET OFF YOUR FUCKING ASS AND GET YOUR GOD-DAMNED FIGHTER IN THE AIR OR SO HELP ME GOD I WILL RAPE YOU TO DEATH WITH A HOWITZER."You process the mental image."Ho-""NARHLASRLJLEKRF-" Maloney screams violently, and hurls you across the room as hard as he can, sending you a good five feet - no mean feat for a pencil-pushing bitch like him. "Wat," you marvel."Mental," a familiar, high-pitched voice says nearby. You see Patton, staggered, leaning against a table. "Something... our minds. Good try, but..." he shakes his head, clearing the cobwebs. Wat do?>FIRST TO FIGHT>How 'bout we get a freaking bearing on the incomings, first?>Let's NOT get vulch'd on takeoff! Catch a boat to Eddington Strip and come in with some altitude!
>>20078607patchy troll update?
Good lord, the HUEHUEHUE is off the fucking scales here. I genuinely thought PF was having a break down leading up to "NEXT TIME:NEVER ASSHATS". This whole segment screamed rage quit or massive trolling. I had no clue which was going to win.
rolled 29 = 29>>20078587Like he was hasn't already
>>20078663Secure our family, then douse the castle lights and take off in our NIGHT FIGHTER! You know, the plane specifically designed to be hard to see in a NIGHT FIGHT? Over BLACKED-OUT ENGLAND?
>>20078663FIRST TO FIGHT
>>20078663[x] FIRST TO FIGHTWe must attain more medals so we can make a suit of armor out of them
>>20078663FIRST TO FIGHT!
rolled 10 = 10>>20078663>Let's NOT get vulch'd on takeoff! Catch a boat to Eddington Strip and come in with some altitude!I like the idea of living.
>>20078663>How 'bout we get a freaking bearing on the incomings, first?Probably not a good idea to fly a piece of metal when we might pass out again. Unless of course Sean can do something about that.
>>20078663>How 'bout we get a freaking bearing on the incomings, first?Hurp a durp, let's launch right into a fighter sweep.
>>20078663>bearing on the incomings...bravo you glorious bastard
>Check on Sanya>They mindfucked us hard... we cant even detect signals
>>20078666an update in hist THP story where he killed off Patchouli with a dust tornado, made in a response to some dumbass talking abut casting wish to clean up the library (and thus get in her pants better)>>20078670255/10, would FFFFF forever.>Get a hold of bearings
Oh, holy shit, you're right! Sanya! Is she OK?
>>20078663>How 'bout we get a freaking bearing on the incomings, first?The martians are up to something. Let's get on it.If necessary, head down to Sanya's room in the basement.And check our airplane BEFORE we fly!
>>20078663>How 'bout we get a freaking bearing on the incomings, first?Fuck yes.
>>20078721>>20078730these guys have good points
>>20078663>How 'bout we get a freaking bearing on the incomings, first?
>There's enemies everywhereGO GO GOENEMIES EVERYWHEREGO GO GOI WILL DESTROY YOI
>large scale psychic powers>night fightingSectoid terror mission before researching psi-amps is a go
>>20078741And Chis!
>>20078663>How 'bout we get a freaking bearing on the incomings, first?Gotta know where they are first.
So chance of assassin being mindfucked by aliums is 113%, right?
It's win win as far as I'm concerned. Either:a) Quest OP is tired of his shit tool audience obsessed with arguing over shipping and optimal choices rides the troll train to FUCK YOU GUYS town. Quest ends, maybe people learn a lesson but probably not.b) MC has collaspes and OP is trolling the community as part of a dream sequence that parodies the 'conventions' of his quest and normal activities will resume eventually much to the joy of quest goers who are collectively shitting a brick.It's win win, questers get trolled hard, maybe a good quest continues. Planefag is the only guy I trust with these kinds of quests because he knows better then to give into fetishism besides technical/historical wankery.Heaven or hell, lets rock.
>>20078663Return to food table, obtain JAM (it's England, deal with it)Connect to the radar, mindbeams-b-gone.
>>20078772you're a tad late
>>20078663Like these guys said:>>20078721>>20078730>>20078741Check in on at least one radio witch known to have gotten fucked over by Martian psi-fuckery before.Then we should find Robin, and THEN assemble our crew.
I haven't been trolled this hard since the mod on /a/ banned SFW Loli threads and Anonymous of Jacksonville.Well done!
FIRST STRIKE WITCH QUEST I'VE BEEN ON FOR IN MONTHS?DESPITE BEING FOUR TIMEZONES DIFFERENT THAN I USUALLY AM?MOTHERFUCKERS, LETS DO THIS
And here I thought we'd finally gone insane. Anyways I vote>FIRST TO FIGHTsince nothing gets rid of mental fogginess like blowing something up.
>>20078663>How 'bout we get a freaking bearing on the incomings, first?Yeah, lets not walk right into it too unawares shall we. Also, thank you planefag, that was great.We needed to get fucked with a bit
>>20078663always FTF
Bearings. Bearings. Leap-skipping over prone and groaning generals, you reach the nearest phone and punch the extension for the control room. "Tower, bearing on incoming bogies!?" "South-East, massive concentrations at thirty-thousand feet and more coming from South-South-East at ten-thousand feet, range perhaps ten miles!" "Thank you," you say with reflexive propriety and race away towards your fighter. Since the "ceremony" was held in a re-purposed area of the hangar, your ride isn't far away. The Widow is parked next to a Striker hard-stand, so you simply swarm up the ladder, vault over the Striker (and a very-surprised Witch) and land lightly on the wing, running along the main spar to reach your canopy. Diving in, you contort both arms to hit both engine magnetos at once. The engine chugs and coughs - then catches immediately, cold oil be damned.Not even your talents are sufficient for that, but you've got other things on your mind. "SLOW DOWN, MOTHERFUCKER!" somebody's screaming into the intercom. "What's your problem?""You're rolling and I'm still on the damn boarding ladder!" Sean snaps into the intercom."Then how are you on the intercom?""I'm just repeating myself because I really, REALLY wanted you to hear that complaint, you psychotic retard man-child!"Fighters are lining up at the ramp - Barin's one real weakness is only having one runway, but you'll make do. You're also not lining up at the ramp. While they're still sorting out assholes from elbows, you gun it for the main strip, gaining velocity while still in the circular tarmac area.
<@Demetrious> whelp I said to myself "i'm sick and tired of this quest and I think I want it to end"[21:10:32] <@Demetrious> then I sat down and everything just happened[21:10:35] <@Demetrious> and now I'm ready to quest[21:17:21] <@LegioCI> Gonna admit [21:17:25] <@LegioCI> I was trolled too.[21:17:32] <@Demetrious> it sounds so cool when you say it[21:17:36] <@Demetrious> I just made fun of myself for an hour
>>20078856>Us: Bus>Cars: Everyone else
>>20078886Oh Deme...
"Then tell yourself from two minutes ago to hurry up and get his ass in the plane, Sean. Annnnd... off we go!"
>>20078856
>>20078856Wait, Sean's here, but what about Ian?Or is he just giving us the silent treatment, trying to be all cool and stoic?
And that is when you see it.Nestled between a C-46, (the super-cool name for a DC-3 cargo plane) and, of all things, a fucking Ford Tri-Motor, towers an impressive fustercluck of liberated mattresses forming plushy ramparts, with war-weary parachutes and thick canvas covers forming a draping roof. It's quite the structure, the kind of thing you dreamt of builidng in your Depression-Era childhood, and it's right in your fucking way."WE'RE GOING THROUGH!" you scream, and shove the throttles against the stops."IT'S TOO BIG!" Ian yells in fear. "WE'LL MAKE IT!""We'll never make it!" "rrrAAAAAAAHHHH" you begin shouting for no reason whatsoever, watching the airspeed gauge climb towards optimal rotation speed. You drop your flaps, gun the power for all its worth and pray you'll clear the mattressfort in time.
>>20078856Remember, saboteurs!Check the plane!
>>20078972Oh god, will we squish imotous?
WHY IS THERE A MATTRESSFORT.
>>20078972Was wondering when we'd get that pillow fort.
>>20078972MY PILLOW FORT
>>20078972>pray you'll clear the mattressfort in time.>mattressfortIt's like christmas came early!
>>20078972NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THE PILLOW FORT OF OUR DREAMS
>>20078972>Miss it by inches>Blow ceiling off>Marines
>>20078993YOU ASKED FOR ONE
GNOME POWERS DON'T FAIL US NOW
>>20078972This is symbolism of planefag crushing our hopes and dreams.
It wasn't supposed to be this way.
>>20078972ANYTHING BUT THE PILLOW FORT! DON'T DESTROY THE PILLOWS!
>>20078972there truly are no brakes on PF's troll train
>>20078993>>20078994>>20078996>>20079003You got the pillow fort you've always asked for.No one ever said you'd get to play in it.
I hope it catches on fire
You were the Chosen One! It was said that you would create the pillow fort, not destroy it! Bring comfort to Castle Barin, not leave it matressless!
>>20079083
The mattressfort is fixed in your vision, seemingly larger then the castle itself. You desperately will the airspeed to climb as it approaches -- and then you see Luuchini's head pop above the ramparts, sleepy and confused. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH-" you scream incoherently, and shove the yoke forward. The Black Widow's tricyle-style gear includes a steerable nose-wheel, giving you considerable nimbleness on the ground, and you use it to aim your aircraft carefully. You have just... JUST... enough room.Luuchini sees your oncoming fighter and her eyes pop out of her head comically. She clears her fort with one nimble leap and runs as only an Italian can, greasy and swift. "-HHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-" you cackle with unrestrained malice as you steer your right propeller right into the mattressfort, your left wingtip missing the Tri-Motor's nose by inches. There's a huge, loud WHUMPPPFH! as the massive 2,000 HP Double Wasp's mighty propeller eats the entire massive mattress-fort alive, a huge cloud of stuffing and springs flying everywhere as you plow through."THAT'S FOR LYING ABOUT THE TONNAGES YOU FILTHY WOP BASTARDS," you crow wickedly. Then you're on the runway proper, and rolling hell-bent-for-sky. The remainder of your take-off is uneventful.
>>20079083You? You, I like.
>>20079083You underestimate my mattress building power!
>>20079114Can I hug you?>The remainder of your take-off is uneventful.I wanna hug you.
>>20079114>greasy and swiftHey, she really IS MC's libido!
this is what you fuckers get for always bringing the damn thing up at the worse times. Now the matter of Zucchini forgiving us for this is another matter.
>>20079114Dammit Libido always showing up when you're least expected..
>>20079135>the matter of Zucchini forgiving usBut no one cares about Zucchini.
>>20079114She probably built that for us though. We didn't include her in enough antics and now it's all for nothing. We didn't even get the chance to load rockets and fuel this time either.
>>20079114so wait, not only is lucchini not scrambling, but she didn't get mindfucked either? how useless
>>20079114Alium high command determined she wasn't a threat
>>20079147Do you really want her or possibly Shirley on the list of "witches that want us dead"? Elia's going to try her best to do so once she recovers from what happened.
>>20079114>"THAT'S FOR LYING ABOUT THE TONNAGES YOU FILTHY WOP BASTARDS," what?
>>20079159They can tell what nationality we are just by psionics?
>>20079176Yea makes sense.
>>20079174Warship restriction in the inter-war period, I think
>dream sequenceWhy couldn't it have been a nice day where we're married with kids, and our wife comes out to bring us the newspaper and it's Trude? Just... even a dream is okay.
>>20079114OI! The Rex has nothing to do with this!...The Normandie was bigger, anyways.
>>20079187if he's gonna yell at someone about that, he better start berating sakamoto and the ijn
>>20079198He's not really berating her, it's just something he can yell so he sounds like there's an excuse for fucking with her.
>>20079176the thoughts of pasta give it away
>>20079226i'm tempted to make a Hetalia joke
>>20079169No one cares about Eila either
>>20079195
>>20079195Why the hell would MC dream about anything but flying?
>>20079258If only elia could be more like perrine
>>20079280More of a bitch?
It's mid-afternoon, edging towards evening, and visibility is about 8 miles, give-or-take, with a broken overcast around twelve-thousand feet. English radar is iffy on altitude, and following the example set by Bader during the old-fashioned human-versus-human part of the war, you ignore the quoted altitudes for bogies and grab as much vertical room as you can. No bandits are in plain sight just yet, but Sean keeps the radar off as to not broadcast position. "Where are they!?" Robin asks. You nearly jump out of your skin before noticing her on your right wing."How in the fuckhey!" "Oops," Sean, your eyes-in-back, claims unconvincingly. "Fighter to port," Ian says. "Port? You a navy fag now?" "Arrr, fuck yeself with ye own peglaig arrr" Ian retorts smoothly. Sure enough, a silver fighter is climbing like a rocket from Barin, covering thousands of feet in about half the time you did. It looks like Yeager's P-51."I need a wingman," Yeager calls."You mean you need a big slow target to play the sucker-bait.""I didn't say that.""So it doesn't count?""Something like that."
A thousand yards out and down, you see a green-painted Striker climbing out from Barin."How the hell did you get airborne before I did?"Robin grins and winks and waves and does a few quick backflips, the picture of subtle nudges. "I... have an excellent oil preheater," you state. "What's jumping?""Incoming bombers escorting heavies are mixing it up to the North-East, and calling for support," Minna tells you. "Major inbounds from the South-East - probably level bombers with low escort." "Or dive bombers," you point out. The bombers are up to the Witches and interceptors, like Bader's Spitfire to handle. But dive-bombers are easy meat for you. On the other hand, there's pilots to the North-East fighting and dying as you think.>Aid the Lightnings>Patrol against the incomings
>>20079286I dunno..More French?
>>20079346Patrol against the incomings
>>20079346>Patrol against the incomingsThis is where we're most useful.
>>20079346>Aid the Lightnings"Sir! The Air Corps calls for aid!""AND BARIN SHALL ANSWER!"
>>20079346>Aid the LightningsWe just got commemorated as big damn heroes, so let's be big damn heroes.
>>20079346>Aid the Lightnings.I am in no way influenced towards this choice.
>>20079346Patrol against the incomings.
>>20079174funny story dat. So, Washington Naval Treaty of 1925 right, max tonnages on warships, limit on numbers of battlewagons, Japan gets asspained that they get less and stomp off to make the worlds biggest target with anemic guns and shit radar fire control etc. Everybody came up with different ways of getting around it. The Germans and Brits start churning out "pocket battleships" with clever engineering to make small warships that punch like warships of the line, the Americans dohoho at the lack of limits on aircraft carriers and cram as many guns on their carriers as possible, the French make a fucking battleship-sub (like, with a fire-control tower and two eight-inch guns) and the Italiansthey justfuckingLIEabout their ships tonnagesand open another bottle of wine
>>20079346More kills please, aid those lightnings.
>>20079346>Patrol against the incomingsWe're not in a single prop interceptor. We get tangled up in that, we die.
>>20079346>Patrol against the incomingsWe have to make sure that those bombers don't reach Barin. The pilots coming up after us can aid the Lightnings.
>Patrol against the incomingsOne gas bomb gets through, half of Allied Command dies.
Oh so you're not insane. That's good I guess.>>20079346>Patrol against the incomings
>>20079411Well, to be fair, they didn't build any new battleships until like 1935. And that was around the time that everyone just started ignoring the naval treaties anyways. The Germans started building the Bismarks, the French started building the Richelieus, the British the KGVs, the Americans the North Carolinas, the Soviets the Sovietsky Soyuzes, and the Japanese the Yamatos.Besides, the Germans started flat out lying first. The Deutchlands were something like 5,000 tons over the limit set by the Versailles treaty.
>>20079411fat lot of good it did them...they just ended up watching their ships get sunk by biplanes>>20079346>patrol against incomingsalso, we didnt ever get robin anything other than that 1903 did we?
>>20079411Well, seems like the Italians came up with the simplest and most effective solution there.
>>20079346>Aid the Lightnings
>>20079411dem fucking italians
>>20079457VHAT A VEE QUEEBLENOT LIKE EENGLISH CAN COUNT ANYWAYS HAVE YOU SEEN THEIR MONETARY SEESTEM
>>20079472Simplest yeah, but I don't know about most effective. Seems to me all the other countries made pretty good advancements in tech to get around the limit, and got ahead in the end.
>>20079346>patrol against the incomings
TO ARMS! TO ARMS! DEFEND THE WALLS!
>>20079517Dohohoho. How'd that work out for you? How many of your capital ships were lost to British surface action, again? 3 compared to one?And that's not counting that modern heavy cruiser you lost to NORWEGIAN TORPEDOES NEARLY A CENTURY OLD.
>>20079411>the French make a fucking battleship-sub (like, with a fire-control tower and two eight-inch guns)cool fucking sub though
>Aid the LightningsThis is the wrong choice. But damnit if I don't love P-38s more than is reasonable.
>Aid the Lightnings
>Aid the LightningsI think it's time for a good and propa dogfight! Besides they didn't pin those medals on our chest for going after the easy prey.
>>20079411Italians are pretty great
>Patrol against the incomings
>Aid the LightningsWell gee, I wonder who they might be?
Patrol against the incomingsbecause dammit we nee the castle intact and we work best against dive bombers
>>20079571cool, but also useless>>20079570>implying the german surface fleet ever stood a chance against the royal navy
If the defense looks solid here I would go with Aid the lightnings.Never been one to sit back and let the enemy come to me.
>>20079605Whatever could you mean?
Guys. We HAVE TO take out those divebombers. Otherwise all of human command bites it.>patrol the shit out of those party ruining bastards
>Patrol against the incomingsProtect Barin!
>Murder the fuck out of dive bombers
>>20079605am i missing something?
Divebombers are easy prey for witches.>>aid the lightnings
Aw yeah SWQAnd reading the recent updates, planefag's not insane!>patrol against the incomingsBombs fuck shit up.
>>20079662actually, we can gain higher diving speeds than most of the witches. we'd probably be better against dive-bombers than they would
>>20079668Oh no, he's certainly insane, it's just an entertaining insanity.
>>20079631A Certain Mustached Ace
>>20079631Is that Neill DeGrasse Tyson or the black dude from The Office.I can't tell.>Aid the LightningsVOTE EARLY, VOTE OFTEN!
>>20079694He's already been turned into our sister, dude.Also:>aid the Lightnings
>>20079694He wasn't even flying yet, bro.Try someone else.
>>20079713>Chuck Yeager >Charlotte Yeager >>20079714Richard Bong?
I VOTE LIGHTNINGS.Don't hit me anymore dante.
>>20079767And HE'S been turned into a witch in Demons of the Pacific.
>>20079767Bong got witch'd. One more guess.
You look down at Barin, and recall that the island is packed with Witches and fighter Aces, who are, as you now know, "witches" of another sort. To say nothing of the self-replicating triple-A emplacements that seem to populate every unoccupied inch of the island with a view of the sky, ever since the Brass started moving in en-masse. Barin can take care of itself, you realize. Those Lightnings, on the other hand -"Yeager, what's your fuel?""Full up. Almost. Burned up that fucking fuselage tank on the way up."The P-51 has fuel - LOTS of fuel. If Yeager tags along with you he'll be heavy when you get to the fight. On the other hand, if he flies with the engine all-out, he'll reach the beleaguered force faster, and at combat-weight.And the Witches can keep pace.You ponder making the suggestion. If you don't, Yeager will - or Minna. And Minna still outranks you, at present, decorations or no.>Yea?>Nay? >If Yea, pair up with another, slower Witch/Ace launching right now?
>>20079791Bomb those divers
>>20079790>>20079791Chuck got witch'd and he's still here.
>>20079791Jack M. Ilfrey
>>20079801>YeaAnd pair up.
>>20079801Yea, and pair up with Kathym show these Aliums how real Americans fight.
>>20079801>YeaPair up with minna
>>20079801Oh, shit. I have no idea.Well, have Yeager burn for the incoming, let him intercept, while we go help those pilots.
>>20079801>outranks you at present>implying that the Medal of Honor will see us promoted to full ColonelThe MoH is good for a free promotion independent of everything else, but THAT's a little much.
>>20079844Real American Heroes!
>>20079801>If Yea, pair up with another, slower Witch/Ace launching right nowHopefully Charlotte will be up next, so we can have the Yeager and Young siblings take part in this fight.
>>20079844Seconding this one.
>>20079847This sounds fun.Seconded.
>>20079801take minna and chuck, have chuck burn fuel to be at combat weight
>>20079865oh yea, bring robin as well. dont let her out of our sight if possible
>Charlotte and Chuck burn it to the fight>Pair up with Minna/Robin
>>20079801>Yea>Pair up"Robin, I'm counting on you to cause as much chaos as possible during my absence."
>If Yea, pair up with another, slower Witch/Ace launching right now?Punch witch in head until she is slow enough
>If Yea, pair up with another, slower Witch/Ace launching right now?Doesn't matter which witch; should probably send Robin with Chuck so he's not wingmanless, and Robin is a better tank than even a widow. But if she gets hurt his innards are forfeit
>>20079918You, sir, I like.
Send him ahead, pair up with minna
We haven't been in a scrap with Sakamoto for a long time
team up with Sakabroto
"Chuck, you want to-""Ayo," he says, and his Mustang starts pulling away as he gives her the gas. "Lets pretend that was my idea," you mutter. "Minna, I appreciate the thought, but-""Okay. Robin, stay with your brother," she commands. "You always need a wingman and you're still a little green."Robin makes a bit of a pout, but not much - she looks scared and uncertain, even at this distance. Over the next several minutes, Minna and Chuck pull away into the distance, their swift craft putting even your new Widow to shame. You sulk in frustration and will more power out of the Double Wasps, but even at your best altitude there's only so much they can do. The P-61 is a heavy plane. "What in sweet hell are *those,*" you hear Sean query, and you bank gentle-left to get eyes on what he's looking at.In the distance, you see a finger-four formation of craft - the diminutive speck of a witch, and four stubby, barrel-like fighters. Brewsters, your brain says after a moment's blank. The Saratoga's complement. Which must mean -"HE-AY SAILOR!" Kathy. Of course.
>>20080017>KathyExcellent
>>20080017MURICA
>>20080017"NO SHOOTING AT THE BLACK PLANE"
>>20080017america, fuck yea!
>>20080017Wonder what our imagination is up to over the radio
>>20079847yea, suggest he fly fast.Team up w/ Minna
rolled 65 = 65>>20080017'Hello figment of my imagination'
>>20080108>>20080079It's 'hallucination' you derps.
>>20080017oh hey, its the manifestation of our abilities with machines!Say, is our engine sputtering a bit?
>>20080082You're too late. Now Minna has to with, ugg, Chuck.
>>20080017"Dunno what you're talking about, all I see is a flight of gulls. you aren't hallucinating about them witches again are you?"
>>20080139GOOD SIR, ARE YOU SUGGESTING SOME NTR??
>>20080148This
>>20080139minna can handle herself...we need to watch over little sister, especially because the family's at baseplus, i dont think a dogfight is a good time to be having minna time...snicker, dogfight
>>20080154
>>20080148have you forgotten how she saved his life?
>You are now wondering if Sanya is crying in a corner because of the psionic attack hitting the night witches harder than everyone else.
>>20080190And there's nothing we can do about it!Oh wait we can go kill all the aliums forever let's do that.
You fall in with your new friends, above and behind, matching speeds pretty well. Sean begins flipping the radar on and off, intermittently calling out ranges to hazy contacts about six miles out. You were sure the radar topped at five, but - right, Sean."Kinda wish they'd assigned all the new guys to flights," you mutter, eying the orderly formation-keeping of the Saratoga's flight. "Oh, that's why you're all running around alone, picking your own intercepts?" Kathy says brightly. "I thought it was just Army muckery as usual.""Can I-" Ian asks as the turret-motors whrrrr."Where's the rest of the Saratoga?" you ask. "Who knows? The CAG was forming up ad-hoc flights and giving them assignments as pilots came in, four at a time." "Visual," Ian calls. "Smoke trail."You yank the binoculars down from their stowed position. "Looks like a Fortress. Engine fire. Or Engines." Your sharp eyes detect the faint vapor trail and heat-distortion of maser fire in the distance."Punch it!" Kathy calls, and her Brewster flight begins slipping away before you push the mixture a little leaner and push the engine to redline. Its on."Wh-what about me!?" Robin asks.>GIVE THEM HELL>Stay close.
Stay close
>>20080203Stay close and use that shield of yours, it ain't for show!If you get the chance to take potshots at bombers or dreads, do it!
>>20080203HELL.
>>20080190should have asked Minna how she was doing before she left. We can only hope it's not too bad or else we have a whole bunch of autistic manchildren (like >>20080202 ) to blame
>>20080203CLOSEGLUED TO THE FUSELAGE IF POSSIBLE
>Give em hell but stay close
>>20080203>stay close
>>20080203>Stay close.And less acrobatics and death-defying suicidal maneuvers this time; we need to make sure that Robin can keep up.
>>20080203Go back to mom and dad and ask them to take you back to Liberion.
>>20080203>stay closealso, why is the navy using brewsters at this point...wasnt the F6F introduced in '43? if anything, this timeline's more advanced
>>20080203Stay close.
>>20080229NO HUMPING THE COCKPIT
>>20080267In the SWQU, the Saratoga wasn't called back from Wake, so the Buffalo lost it's "Utter shit" moniker. I suspect that being recently transferred from the Pacific, neither CV-2 or CV-3 have re-armed with Wildcats or Hellcats yet.
>>20080252Its the USA in this universe>>20080274Come in, kotters, come in kotters, do you read, over?
>>20080203Stay close
>>20080274
"You stay close, I'm bringing enough hell for both of us."
"Dreadnaught, Dreadnaught!" one of the Marine pilots calls. Checking with the binoculars, you see he's a little excited - it's merely a "heavy," about analogous with a human heavy bomber, though a bit more dangerous. As you watch, there's a bright flash from the port fuselage of the Fortress, and you think she's taken a bad maser hit - until a puff of fire and shrapnel fountain from the flank of the heavy. "Sweet hell, those are gunships!" you observe pendantically. "Oscer and Meyer, hug the Forgress," Kathy barks, "Johnny, with me, we're going to take a few squirts at the heavy. Spookflier-""GHOSTrider-""And Sparrow-chick, find something and kill it!"Now that's leadership. Ahead, the distant sky is filled with swooping dots and the very faint glow of tracers, as well as some vapor trails. It's clear there's a huge furball going on, not the kind of thing any sane pilot wades into.The Fortress enters as steep a dive as the pilot might dare, getting the hell out of dodge. As you watch, a few Martian fighters - sleds, from the contrails - break away from the belly of the Heavy and dart after it. >Engage fighters?>Engage Heavy?>They're spoken for, grab altitude and forage ahead!
>>20080426Engage Heavy
>>20080426>They're spoken for, grab altitude and forage ahead!We're not here to kill-steal; there's plenty to go around.
>>20080426>Engage HeavyDo we know our loadout?
>They're spoken for, grab altitude and forage ahead!
>>20080426>Oscar and meyer
>>20080426>engage fighters"HELLO, BOYS! Starting the fun without me?"
>>20080426Got fighters going to cove the fortress and those parasite fighters are gonna come rushing back the moment we attack their carrier.Attack the heavy.
>>20080426>engage heavyRobin can stick close and cover us.
>>20080426ENGAGE HEAVY
>>20080426>Engage Heavy
aren't we supposed to catch up to Chuck and Minna?
>>20080426Swing past the heavy and have Robin take potshots.She's got the magical fire gun, but we need to worry about stupid things like ammo conservation.
>>20080426MY BOLOGNA HAS A FIRST NAME...
What is our current loadout>Inb4 guns, ammo, and fuel
Engage HeavyI dunno about air combat but apparently we're good a killing diving things. Robin can shoot the fighters and keep them from shooting us.
>>20080426ENGAGE THAT HEAVY
>>20080426Shoot fucking everything. We own the skies, all kills belong to us!
>>20080426Swing past the heavy and meet up with Chuck and Minna.
>>20080426>Engage Heavy?Can... can we gnome the heavy into self destructing...?
Get the fighters. They're the only one that's currently described as being an immediate threat to an ally.
>Music: Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting You pity the poor fools with their .50 cals and .30 cals. It takes cannons to really down a heavy - bomber OR Martian - and you've got four. When they deign to work. To say nothing of Robin's fire-lance... thing. You give chase to Kathy and her wingman, and are just climbing to your perch when they make their run.Kathy barrels right in, her shield glowing as a fullisade of corkscrew rockets find her. The corkscrews namesake flight path has a nasty habit of curving around and past shields to strike the Witch behind them, but Kathy gives no fucks, charging like a mad banshee, rolling evasively and spraying ammo from her M1919 wildly. Her wingman follows suit, corkscrewing down, sending quick snapshots at the Heavy when his crosshairs pass the ship during his wild maneuvers. You see the air ripple and the tell-tale sign of water vapor being blasted from the air by the Martian masers, but the Brewster evades neatly, screaming past in a steep dive and zoom-climbing. The Brewster's slow, but it can turn and roll in a phone booth - and unlike an F-4, it can actually climb worth a damn, especially with the recent engine upgrades. "Robin, do you know what a high-sides attack is?" you ask her."N-no!?" she says querulously. "Then stand back and WATCH HOW IT'S DONE, BABY!" And with that, you dive on thine foe.
>>20080645http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EadIvDAWkf8
>>20080645>And with that, you dive on thine foeMay Mars have mercy on my enemies, for I shall not.
>7 minutes later
>>20080567.....what the FUCK is it with you idiots and assuming his 'gnome' traits can be used actively like that? Haven't you read the information? It's a passive boost to a specialty, the active stuff is for witches.I'm getting sick of this moronic line of thought and I'm sure so is PF.
>>20080645Okay yes we really need to get Robin sone basic "how-to-do-shit lessons from one of the Kraut aces. Because goddamn.
>>20080743>get_a_load_of_dis_grot_cam.jpg
>>20080743I f we know something about the self destruction mechanism, and can imagine activating it with damage then it'll be significantly more likely to happen. There still needs to be cause and effect, but we can shoot to tip the odds.
>>20080743It's been done actively once before - blowing out the light globes running from Enraged repressed catholic Sean and Sakamoto.
Remember guys, Gnome "Magic" isn't anything explicit. It's an overall exceptional aptitude, a combination of things going _just right_ and an incredible knack for doing the one thing that could possibly have brought about a favorable end in a situation.
>>20080743We pointed our fingers at the lights, focused really hard, and blew the electrical system for the room we were in. Dunno if we can do that across the air at this distance and to such a complicated, alien machine, but it's not just limited to passive buffs.
>>20080788>>20080792That only worked because we knew how highly prone to shorting out that specific circuit was, and so we could manipulate the probabilities.Ours is the ability to nudge the improbable towards the probable, not actively tell machines what to do.
>>20080792that probably was either a coincidence or we were able to do that out of stress or some shit. I highly doubt we have that much control or influence to do shit like that on a whim
You're several hundred yards distant from the Martian Heavy, flying opposite his vector, high and to his left. You flip the Widow inverted and cut into a harsh split-S, screaming in on the bandit from his high 9-o'clock. It's the classic high-sides attack, followed by a Yo-Yo to another "Perch" on his opposite side. It's the best way to ventilate bombers while giving them the hardest possible defensive shot...... except you've got to aim your nose where the bomber will be, heading it off, in a sense, to pull enough lead. And as often is the case, "enough lead" means losing sight of the enemy below your nose. And if you don't break off soon enough, your plane will follow your shells - right into a collision. Pulling hard for the lead, you let fly with your best SWAG and thumb the cannon triggers briefly before rolling hard left, almost inverted, and pulling hard to put your nose low. You feel, rather then see, the belly of the Heavy as you skin past it. "Rrrrhrargk-" Sean tries to say, the G-forces silencing his observation. You roll sunny-side up and gun it for altitude, scanning for any bandits that might've latched on during your dive. "She made her run!" Sean calls out. "Missed by a mile, too." A beat. "Pulled up too fast and it lit up her shield, aaaand.... now he's had enough of that shit."As you make a wide left-hand circle, you see he's right - the wounded Heavy is turning for home. Scanning the sky, you see the B-17 far below, tumbling out of control as the little white puffs of parachutes flower in its wake. Tracers and rocket contrails argue above them as Kathy and her wingman join the fight with the steam-sleds.>Engage>Forage ahead
>>20080818Except we've done it twice.
>>20080818Not on a whim, but we CAN have extreme luck in such cases. Like when we blew out our engine after bouncing the 501st's Junkers. And when we pressed down on the 20mm stud to fire into Barin's hangar because we thought they were shooting at us, and the guns were already dry.
>>20080837>Forage aheadIt's not about kills. We need to move on to other targets.
>>20080845>And when we pressed down on the 20mm stud to fire into Barin's hangar because we thought they were shooting at us, and the guns were already dry.oh man those fucking reactions
>>20080743Holy shit, you're hilarious and also wrong. Looking forward to laughing at you more in the future.My favorite part was the one where you told us PF's opinion for him.
>>20080817a few threads ago pf summarized it pretty damn well...its the kinda shit that would seem impossible at first blush, but can be done in desperation...pushing machines that little bit beyond where they're supposed to go, or jimmying with probability...not making martian ships go boom>>20080860trolling since goddamn day one
>>20080837Find allied plane in dangerEngage Martians pursuing it.
>>20080837Let Kathy have her funFind something else and bounce it
>>20080837Engage. One witch isn't enough cover for 3 fighters.
>>20080837Forage ahead
>>20080837unless it looks like kathy and crew need a p-61 barreling outta the sky at their targets, forage ahead. and make sure robin's paying attention
Engage sleds.I'm >>20080634, and I fucking called it.
Ask Kathy if she needs a hand, engage if so
engage
>>20080837>EngageGotta give the bailing bomber crew the best chance we can to actually get picked up, rather than picked off.
>Forage aheadSee if we can't find some blackberries, or maybe some nice edible roots for a stew.
With the Heavy bugging out and a Witch'n'three fighters covering the B-17s crew, you lead Robin deeper into the furball, grabbing as much altitude as you can without getting too slow, planning on thundering in from altitude and bouncing the unholy shit out of somebody, the only real way to enter a furball and live. As you arrive, you see you're a bit late to the party - in the far distance you make out the contrails of multi-engined aircraft, the rest of those B-17s, you presume - and tiny dots of what are their escorts and rescuers. "Down there!" Robin calls. You bank your fighter and peer forward-right, around four o'clock. One thing to say for Witches - without a fighter around them, they've got perfect visibility. Down, almost fifteen hundred yards, give or take forever (you're shit with distances,) there's no less then five Martian fighters of various types trying very, very hard to latch onto one human ship - a P-38, the distinctive tail booms visible even from a distance. And the Martians aren't having much luck. >No time to climb for a perch, he needs help now! BRAAAAAAVEHEAAAAART>One pass, haul ass! If we want to keep it.
Engage.
>>20080974>One pass, haul ass! If we want to keep it.He doesn't look like he needs the help. Move on to where we're needed.
>>20080974>No time to climb for a perch, he needs help now! BRAAAAAAVEHEAAAAART
>>20080974>No time to climb for a perch, he needs help now! BRAAAAAAVEHEAAAAARTOUR FIRST NAME IS LEROY, BIOTCH!
>>20080974THEY CAN TAKE OUR BEER!BUT THEY CAN NEVER TAKE OUR BOUNCING!
>>200809741500 is still some distance to gain some speed>No time to climb for a perch, he needs help now! BRAAAAAAVEHEAAAAARTalso, that image...my sides
>>20080974Even if he's doing a good job shaking them, it's pretty hard for planes to shoot things behind them. They'll get him eventually, unless we pick him off while they're kindly focusing on him. We might be able to get him to set them up for us, too.>No time to climb for a perch, he needs help now! BRAAAAAAVEHEAAAAART
>>20080974>One pass, haul ass! If we want to keep it.
>>20080974>One pass, haul ass! If we want to keep it.Lets not have our sister pick up too many of our eccentricities shall we?
>>20081085Considering she's looking like Patton's protege at thus point, the shit she picks up from us Is the least we've got to worry about.
>>20080974>One pass, haul ass! If we want to keep it.Remember, we're tying to set a GOOD example for Robin!
>No time to climb for a perch, he needs help now! BRAAAAAAVEHEAAAAARTTime to bounce the ever living fuck out of these noodlers.
>One pass, haul ass! If we want to keep it.
>>20081020>fuckin' Muju. Why you got to be so awesome?Also>>20080974>One pass, haul ass! If we want to keep it.Hit hard, hit fast, get our asses out of there and keep on truckin'. Also, I smell plot about to happen. A writefag OC in FAPANGEL'S post? It is more likely than you think.
>>20081137>>20081105Oh man, let's have both Patton and Rommel teach her StrategyTactics. She'll be the best command witch ever.
>>20081179Not enough rivalry.Stirling VS Rommel
The Widow has proven herself a much more capable dogfighter then even you'd suspected... at lower speeds. In a high-speed energy fight, she's got her mass and her engines going for her, but once you're drained of velocity, your only option is knife-fighting - a no-go with multiple foes, since one will riddle you while you're busy maneuvering against another. But you've got Robin with you and these days you just don't give a fuck."COME 'N GET IT," you snarl, and engage WEP. The boost needles bounce as the Double-Wasp radials are unchained, snarling and roaring with ferocious glee. You pick a target - one of the long, narrow Martian interceptors you've dubbed "pricks-" and scream in at them.The Lightning pilot is dodging and weaving like a fucking dervish, and in the seconds it takes you to close to guns range, you get quite a show. He's turning hard, standing on his wingtip as he pulls for an angle on a hard-turning 'Prick - when he suddenly rolls his cockpit towards earth and reverses his turn with a swooping dive-turn, ducking under the hissing purple tracers of a 'Sled that was barreling in with lots of smash, drawing a bead on his belly. As he comes out of his turn he twitches his rudder and assays a quick little sideslip, cutting across the nose of another 'Prick and spoiling his shot.
Ninety percent of defeated pilots are flamed by a bandit they never saw, and usually for the simple reason that there's too much to keep track of. Furballs are dangerous simply because they're chaotic melees and sooner or later you'll wander into the gunsight of an enemy you had no chance of spotting, much less tracking. The best pilots budget their situational awareness like fuel or ammo, and break off a fight if they don't have enough. Which isn't a problem for this lunatic ahead of you. Fuck Sixth Sense - this guy's got an even dozen, at least.But even he isn't expecting the Black Death and his little sister FlameFucker to come barreling in like a ruptured elephant. >Spray ammo like a pedophile handing out candy at a kids birthday party>Save it and maneuver for some actual killing
>>20081258RIP AND TEAR
>>20081293>>Save it and maneuver for some actual killing
>>20081293>Save it and maneuver for some actual killingNo sense wasting it.
>>20081258>>20081293mofo is dancing. save it for real killing tiems. lord knows the hispano-suizas aren't reliable enough for bulletspam
>>20081293>save it and maneuverIt'd just be embarrassing to blow our load before the action started.
>>20081293>Save it and maneuver for some actual killing
>>20081305RIP AND TEEEEEAAAAAARRRRR!!!!!!!>rc: speed isensens
>>20081293>Save it and maneuver for some actual killing.We're doing this, lets do it right!
>>20081293>talk about how pilots should budget their fuel and ammoWhy would we pick anything other than saving it?
>Save it and maneuver for some actual killing rather not accidentally hit him as he dodges with a random missed burst of shots.
>>20081293>and his little sister FlameFucker
You stomp the rudder and slew your guns over a 'Prick, giving him a few shells of 20mm - a clean miss, but a good try. You roll your fighter into a right bank and perform a steep yo-yo to keep your energy up through the reversal. Clearing the Lightning's tail and bugging out isn't on the agenda today. The Martians own English soil, every day the war grows more desperate, and every minute the fun times grow more fleeting. Something dark and red flowers in your heart, and you save your ammo as you start fighting in earnest.You're here to win. A 'Prick in front of you enters a violent, steep climb, but you just blow past under him, Ian giving him an eagle-eyed burst of .50 cal from the turret to put some wind up his ass. You select another target, a 'Sled, who seems to take you up on a head-on pass, but as you both close to guns range he starts to build horizontal separation, like an intelligent pilot would. You both blow through the merge and decline to turn, harboring your energy. You pick up bright flashes in your peripheral vision and realize that Robin's gone to work. Shortly, two 'Pricks and a 'Sled break away in steep dives, leveling out over the wave-tops as they make tracks East, towards the French coast. Robin begins to follow, then intelligently remembers your edict and starts climbing back to you. The last two, however - an interceptor and a 'Sled - pair off as they flee, and soon they turn back as a team to intercept you.They still want to fight.>C'MON IF YOU THINK YOU'RE HARD ENOUGH>I'm good thanks
>>20081465Have Ian control one with the turrets while you focus on the other, then have the Lightning and Robin crisp whichever one Ian's working on.
>>20081465>I'm good thanks
>>20081465>COME AT ME BROhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SLqhF2wswYk
>>20081465>C'MON IF YOU THINK YOU'RE HARD ENOUGH"Why HELLO, Martians. Meet my good friend Hispano and his three brothers Su, Ez, and Za."
>>20081465>C'MON IF YOU THINK YOU'RE HARD ENOUGH
>>20081465>I'm good thanksNo thank you, I'm not ready to die yet
>C'MON IF YOU THINK YOU'RE HARD ENOUGHTHEY WANT A FIGHT, WE'LL GIVE EM' A FIGHT
>>20081436... what game is thisthe sad flamefucker with the arrows in him is funny.
>>20081497>waaah, what're we gonna do in the dogfight, MC-kun?>~jam>>20081465Bring it, fusoese porn fascinations!
>>20081507Demon's Souls.
>>20081507Demon's Souls
>>20081527>>20081531>>20081534At first I thought Dark Souls but I didn't recognize the boss so I thought it might've been monster hunter or something. That feel when no PS3 to play Demon's Souls.
>>20081465>C'MON IF YOU THINK YOU'RE HARD ENOUGHThey just picked a fight with the Young's.
NEXT TIME ON STRIKE WITCHES: D-D-DOUBLE THE TROUBLE!STRIKE WITCHES will resume on THURSDAY, same time, same place. BE THERE.
>>20081507Demon's Souls, man. Flamelurker is the game's THAT ONE BOSS.And to the rest of you that know, don't bring up Maneaters. You know exactly why I only mentioned Flamelurker for that title.
>>20081465>Come on then, if you think you're hard enough!
>>20081556You glorious son of a bitch
>>20081527>>20081531>>20081534Demon's Souls-mind.>COME AT ME, BRO(Sorry, couldn't find a better version.)
>>20081493>White DevilYeah I guess it's appropriate. Unless it's that Martian from before. If that's the case, only Deja Vu will suffice.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cu_43kQsOFY
Thanks Fapangel, for another great session.
>D-D-Double the trouble>D-D>Kathy time?
>>20081556Sorry planefag, but you've already trolled me too much to get a reaction.Thanks. See you on Thursday!
Who's up for some after-quest story?--"Get down!" Hissed Karl, as he pulled Finn to the ground. Mini-rockets whizzed through the air where he'd been standing a second ago. The Martian weapons were powerful at range, but there was a brief window of time between firing and the rocketry stage that let you get out of the way. It was a trick that infantry had abused to stay alive for much longer than their projected lifespan on the battlefield. TATATATATATATATATATATATATAT!Karl pushed himself even farther into the first as the witch opened up behind them with her machine gun. 8mm rounds flew downrange to where the minirockets had originated from, showering the Martians in copper-jacketed death. There was a fierce cross-fire as minirockets passed bullets, and Karl swore he heard a pair of them strike each other in flight. Just as soon as they had started, the minirockets stopped flying overhead. The witch's gun was still throwing lead, and Karl motioned to Finn to move up. The Martians were suppressed, hiding behind whatever cover they could find to avoid perforation. They'd flank the aliens, gun them down, and get out of here before whatever reinforcements they called in could arrive.
>>20081671The mortar fired again, launching Martian explosives into the air with a heavy WOOMP! The whistle of a high-flying projectile was audible even over the continuous machinegun fire, and then the hammer came down. A tremendous fireball blossomed and shrapnel flew everywhere, right in front of the witch's position. Karl paused as he watched the shell's destruction, thinking of the chances of the girl living through it. He was shaken out of his paralysis by Finn."Sir! Sir! We gotta keep going, we're almost there!" Jerking back as though he'd been shocked, Karl turned back towards his objective, advancing through the rough to keep at least somewhat concealed. After crawling forward a bit, he poked his head through the brush and saw the enemy. Roughly thirty meters out was the mortar team, three squiddies manning the gun. Unlike a Human mortar, the alien gun stood on a tripod (what was with them and fucking tripods?) and was loaded from the side. One of the Martians aimed through what appeared to be a very complex visual device that probably accounted for drift and arc, while a second loaded and the third stood guard. All said, Karl was pretty jealous about the fancy piece of work. The mortars he'd worked with were just tubes that you dumped a bomb into and hoped it flew away before blowing up."Alright Finn, you take the loader, I'll take the guard. On three. One... two... three!" Two staccato bursts sent a handful of bullets towards the aliens, punching through them like overripe watermelons. The two Martians dropped like rocks, and the third was too stunned to do anything before he received several times his daily recommended allowance of lead.
>a little over ten minutes after thread end>less than ten posts>just relative quietnessThis is odd. I actually kind of like it.
>>20081675Karl and Finn checked the rest of the clearing for any Martian presence before advancing on the gun. They couldn't use the gun because of the Martian's psycho-imprinting bullshit, but they couldn't just leave it here for them to reclaim, either. Karl pushed the remaining mortar shells near the gun, while Finn activated a grenade and dropped it on the pile. The two of them ran like hell and ducked behind the tree-line, just in time for the whole setup to explode fantastically. As pieces of mortar rained down around the clearing, Karl and Finn crouched in the brush catching their breath. "Alright Finn... let's go back and see if the witch survived that.""Of course I survived you idiots." "OH SWEET JE-wait. What? How the hell did you get here? I thought you got wasted by that mortar?" The girl looked at them as though they'd asked why water was wet. "Shield, duh. It wasn't a direct hit, just fire and shrapnel. I was fine, and I moved position after that, they obviously knew where I was. I heard you shooting at them, so I came to find you." Karl was still a bit shocked that the girl had taken a near-direct hit from a mortar without even a scratch, but then again, witch. Fucking magic, how did it work? "Well, glad you're alive then. Like I said before, we were sent in here to get you to safety."
>>20081682"What, just the two of you?" Skepticism colored her words as she spoke, adopting that 'are you serious?' look, head titled, hand on the hip. It was all very movie-ish, Karl thought. She did seem fairly young, barely out of her teens at most. It was indicative of the war in general how many young girls were being urged into combat, often with only the most basic of training in their magic and traditional combat. He was glad to see that this one at least knew how to lay good suppressive fire. That dirty part of him, the part he only listened to when drunk or rowdy, asked if she was any good at laying anything else. NO Karl, no fraternizing with the objective! Bad!Karl seemed to be tied up, so Finn stepped in. "Actually miss, there were four of us. The other two were scouting the other side of the field. We'll be able to find them easy once we get out of these woods.""Won't the Martians be able to see us just as easy?""That mortar team was the first contact we'd run into this entire time. They've pushed everything into this assault of theirs, it's all open country between the front and the Martian hive. We should be able to slip right through.""Well at least you've got a plan. Now if only my escape didn't involve being rescued by Germans." She fixed Karl with a fierce glare as she said this, making him wonder if the old myths about witches being able to kill with a glance were true.
>>20081693"In any case, would you tell me your name so I have something besides 'miss' to call you?""I don't want you calling me anything, Nazi." Karl's eyes widened at that. "I'll have you know that I may have worn the armband, but me and practically the entire Wermacht was just an army like everyone else's. If you wanna chew someone out for atrocities, then go find an SS bastard. I'll even help you if you ask. In the meantime, I'd like to know your fucking name or I'll just call you 'miss dumbshit Polack' all the time." The girl's hair seemed to stand up as though she had grabbed hold of a live wire, and the anger was plain as day on her face. She spat on the ground. "My name's Viviane. Flight Lieutenant, but I really only got that because the last one bought it. And I suppose I should thank you for saving my life. Now, can we get moving before more squids come to see what all the noise was about?" She spoke like an unrepentant teen, apologizing but not really meaning it. Karl decided to ignore the tone and just accept the apology.
>>20081697"Alright. We've got to clear the woods, regroup with the others, and then we'll be making our way to the nearest safe haven. Depending on how far the Martians have advanced, that could be anywhere." He waved at his subordinate." And this is Private Finn. Finn, you take point. Viviane, how fast can you deploy that mg?""Don't need to. We witches have magic, so we can do stuff average people can't." Karl's eye twitched ever so slightly. Yes, he had none of the so-called 'aryan' traits, but he was still a damn good soldier and he proved it to everyone he served with. If people got promoted because they had shiny hair and clear eyes, well, that just got them killed faster when they turned out to be bad for the job. Finn replied; "Really? I've heard that you can do all sorts of stuff. Flying and those shields are just the obvious stuff, right? So you've got super strength too?" Viviane smiled and held her head high, as though she was receiving an award. "That's right! We can enhance our strength, speed, we can talk to each other over long distances, we can heal, all kinds of stuff that average people can't do." If Karl wasn't so busy scowling at the ground, he'd have noticed Viviane grinning at his discomfort. This was going to be a miserable rescue.(fin chp 4)
>>20081676>right as the writefaggotry startsOh mistress of unfortunate timing, you are so cruel.
>>20081716admittedly it was pretty quiet tonight. between fap angel being 45 mins late, spending about 30-45 minutes trolling the piss out of us, and this being one of the first threads in a while, i think a lot of the usual suspects weren't here...and /a/ probably wasnt here because it's hard to waifu anyone but the p-61 in a dogfight
>>20081556>Still not done.>Who'da thunk it.Anyway, this is as far as I got. I will finish it up for next thread. All in all though, this method is much faster than what I usually do. I will have to keep playing with it to see how much time I can shave off. As much as I love layers, holy balls do they eat up time.
I think that's the only writefagging for tonight. Oh well.
>>20081735To be honest, it is kinda nice having it be more mellow afterwards. But yeah, I honestly think a bunch of people got trolled to oblivion in the beginning. Next thread should be interesting in terms of who is there.
>>20081789Miyafuji has a camel face.You do good work man, but 'fuji needs to have her nose fixed, and her face is at an odd angle. We shouldn't be able to see all of her features, or they should be moved over closer to the far side.
>>20081836well, not only that, but this is only the second thread after a month long hiatus, which saw about 4-5 threads, which also came after like...a 6 week hiatus. it'll be another thread or 2 before it picks up to the frantic pace it was at in late june/may
>>20081854Noted. Yeah, I always muck up faces. I usually can hone in on something resembling a human eventually, but anything in the middle is just not pretty. Oh well, practice, practice, practice.
>>20081921I just hope he doesn't go to his one update a month schedule he has for AWiY.
>>20081945Well, you're getting better at it. I still recall the MC's face from the Sanya sketch in all its creepy pedo glory.So glad you fixed that.
>>20081996Oh lordy, that damn face would not stop being creepy when I was working on it. I had to wipe it out and revert to an older base to fix it. I am ridiculously terribad at male faces.
>>20082032at least for me, i think its at least partially because i'm not used to seeing these girls with real noses...anime noses are barely there, if there at all
>>20081789Their faces seem flat. Otherwise, keep it up.
One of them is an asian.
>>20082202And the other one is a Pom, about the most un-asian people you can get.Yoshika's fine, Lynnette needs anglofication.
>>20081709this is still my favorite writefagging sidequest...i really like the initial idea. it just makes me sad that he doesnt post in larger chunks
No other writefags tonight?
