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>so it was more like 60 bales I had to move twice so that's 120 bales and holy fuck we've got one pony how does he even
>twitter: https://twitter.com/planefag

You are a freshly-minted fighter ace and P-61 Black Widow pilot of the 501st Joint Fighter Squadron, and you are standing next to a packed grass airstrip with a little white-haired Russian girl who's bawling her eyes out. You don't have any ice cream on hand, no chocolate, not even a D-ration (not that those are much goddamn help to begin with; they move through the digestive system like a clay brick.) You vaguely recall her familiar is a cat, but the only fort-like thing within miles was just obliterated down to its constituent atoms, and holding still is a bad idea with a psychotic groin-shooting revolver-swinging Italian lunatic on the loose.

It finally dawns on you that this'd be a bad position to be caught in by the press cameras; princess-carrying a sobbing Sanya. You need to come up with a strategy or something.

>Try to get Sanya's attention and calm her down enough to walk
>Try to find someplace private; she's a little big to be satisfied with a paper bag, after all
>Try singing that goddamn la la la song?
>Other
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>>35246465
Hold her hand

hedpats
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>>35246465
>>Try singing that goddamn la la la song?

Time to suck it up. We'll do something suitably manly later on to make up for it.
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>>35246465
>>Try to find someplace private; she's a little big to be satisfied with a paper bag, after all
>>Try singing that goddamn la la la song?
>Fight the Italian Lunatic
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>>35246465
Holy shit holy shit holy shit. I am excited now.
>sing the la la la song
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>>35246465
>Try singing that goddamn la la la song?
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>>35246465
>drop her and tell her she's a failure.
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>>35246465
>Try singing that goddamn la la la song?

Wow maybe you're actually back.
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>>35246523
>Mozarella
>rella
>rella
>rella
>rella
>rella

>Gorgonzola
>zola
>zola
>zola
>zola
>zola

And that's how it goes
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BEFORE I FORGET, IF YOU READ SWQ CLICK THIS FOR ME PLEASE

http://strawpoll.me/2688405

I'm interested in counting how many people (roughly) read this BS
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>>35246569
GET ON IRC YOU COWARD

FACE THE BLINKING RED HORDES LIKE A MAN
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>>35246465
>>Try to find someplace private; she's a little big to be satisfied with a paper bag, after all
>>Try singing that goddamn la la la song?
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>>35246569
>dose choices

oh planefag, you so modest
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I'll release one sentence for every update, fap angel. You ready.
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>>35246465
>Try singing that goddamn la la la song
>Try to get Sanya's attention and calm her down enough to walk
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FUCK YOU PLANEFAG, I WWAS GONNA SLEEP, AND NOW I'M WIDE AWAKE !
>other
Time for some though love. Get on your best drill instructor impression, and make her spew whatever's going on in her little cossack head
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>>35246600
this
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>>35246651
Don't do that, you attention whore. Just put it in a pastebin.
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>>35246465
>Try to get Sanya's attention and calm her down enough to walk
>Try singing that goddamn la la la song?
>while carrying Sanya, swing around wildly in search of eyetie snoipah
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>>35246596
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>>35246465
>Try to find someplace private; she's a little big to be satisfied with a paper bag, after all

Also, we REALLY need to fuck with our crew's heads. Pic related
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>>35246651
And then you would be annoying faggot.
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>>35246695
Come on, you know you want to be spammed with Mio pics from like 10 different people throughout the thread. You know you like it.
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>>35246465
>Try to find someplace private; she's a little big to be satisfied with a paper bag, after all
>Try singing that goddamn la la la song?

Hurray planefag is here!
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here we go
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>>35246722
>>35246671
It's only half done and I want advice. Also, it motivates the planefag.
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>>35246465
>Try to find someplace private; she's a little big to be satisfied with a paper bag, after all
>Try singing that goddamn la la la song?
>other
Head pats if need be!
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>>35246799
Better to finish it than release half-finished, fellow writefaggot.

Also, even better to wait for the end of a thread, it's less disruptive that way, IMO.
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>>35246465
>Try singing that goddamn la la la song?

Sing! SING!
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>>35246799
Posting during the thread just distracts people. Don't do it.
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>>35246465
>Try singing that goddamn la la la song?
IT'S HAPPENING.
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>>35246465
>>Other
Bite the bullet and hold her - carefully.

>Try singing that goddamn la la la song?
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>>35246799
I bet planefag would be motivated if we gave him some aspirin. He likely has muscle aches from moving all those hay bales today.
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>>35246826
Fair enough. Don't really have time though, IB diploma is a fucking pain (fuck TOK).
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>>35246465
>Try to find someplace private; she's a little big to be satisfied with a paper bag, after all
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4UNKhjhyBJU
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>>35246465
>Try singing that goddamn la la la song?
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>>35246465
>Try to find someplace private; she's a little big to be satisfied with a paper bag, after all
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>>35246465

LICK HER
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>>35246465
>>Try to find someplace private; she's a little big to be satisfied with a paper bag, after all
Changing vote to this
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>>35246465
>Try to find someplace private; she's a little big to be satisfied with a paper bag, after all
>Try singing that goddamn la la la song?

It'd almost be worse if we were caught singing by the press
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>>35246465
OP IS A FAG
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>>35247038
Yeah... it's right in his name.
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>>35247038
OP IS A FAP
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>>35246465
[x] Get Eila over and knock them both up
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>>35246465
>>Try to find someplace private; she's a little big to be satisfied with a paper bag, after all
>>Try singing that goddamn la la la song?
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After a few seconds of staring blankly at the overcast English sky, you remember how this entire mad adventure on Witch Island began – that night you heard Sanya's delicate, melancholy song echoing lonely through the dark night, and decided to reach out to her by falling upon her like a thundering black lightning bolt of death and terror.

… okay, so maybe Zuuchini's got a little justification, but you're still going to skin her for a rug. Anyways, you spent enough nights listening to that la la la that you've got the rough edges of the original tune down – and you ARE a decent singer. So you start rocking Sanya gently (that's how you do it, right?) and clear your throat to begin the melody.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMGPam4RCc4
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>>35247080
SHE IS LITERALLY CUTER THAN YOU
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>>35247080


“Doooo,” you start. “Do rae – uh, do RE rae so la? Do re do – FUCK it,” you snarl. If the daughter of a famous composer can't be arsed to do it properly, why should you? You continue stumbling through the melody.

“La laaaa, luuugh fuck how'd that- right, LAAAAA la laaaa this is a decrescendo I think there's one theeeeere or maybeyoujustalwaysranoutofbreathatthatpointhowdoyoubitchesbreatheinathreehundredMPHslipstreamanyways la laaa, la la la la~”

You look down to check your progress to find Sanya's clear green eyes staring at you in utter bewilderment.

You stare right back at her, rather miffed. Here you are trying to cheer her up, going LA LA LA like a goddamned knuckle-dragging moron where all of sodding, sodden, blown-to-flinders England can hear you carrying on like a twit, and she's giving you judgmental looks?

“Well lets see you do better!” you huff.

“OI!” a new voice interrupts. You look up, a LA LA GO FUCK YOURSELF LADDIE already on the tip of your tongue, and then you see it.

The one thing you really, really didn't freaking need right now.

A whole goddamn pack of them, even.

>HOUNDS!
>CHIBITANKS!
>OTHER?
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>>35246651
Fapfic of what now?
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>>35247103
>>CHIBITANKS!
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>>35247103
>HOUNDS!
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>>35247103
>Put them to work. Make them aquire ice cream.

Its for a noble cause.
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>>35247103
>>HOUNDS!
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>>35247103
>HOUNDS

If HOUNDS, only proper solution is to ATTACK ATTACK ATTACK
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>>35247103
>>CHIBITANKS!
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>>35247103
>CHIBITANKS!
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>>35247103
>>CHIBITANKS!
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>>35247103
>THE PRESS
SHITSHITSHITSHIT
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>>35247103
>>OTHER?
Martian Deathcows
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>>35247132
I like this

>find me ice cream you twits!
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>>35247103
>>OTHER?
>MARTIANS!
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>>35247103
>CHIBITANKS!
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>>35247103
>CHIBITANKS!
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>>35247108
I believe it is the Frank and Ghostdiva.
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>>35247103
>>CHIBITANKS!
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>>35247103

>OTHER?
MARTIAN COWS INFILTRATORS
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>>35247103
>CHIBITANKS!
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wow
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Did someone say chibitanks?
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>>35247103
>>CHIBITANKS!
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>>35247080
That link! My heart can't much more of this cuteness!
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>>35247103
Sean and hellcow!
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>>35247103
>>OTHER?
Hellcows
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>>35247103
>MARTIANS
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>>35247103
>Chibitanks
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>>35247210
Poor Georgette, getting smothered like that. That's more Cupcake's deal.
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>>35247103
>OTHER?

REPORTERS ! REPORTERS EVERYWHERE !
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>>35247160
>>35247310
These.
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>>35247310
FUCK REPORTERS!
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>>35247103
>>CHIBITANKS!
oh god I'd forgotten about those
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>>35247103
>CHIBITANKS!
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>>35247213
>that fucking picture

LOOKS LIKE DECU THROWS THE KNOCKOUT PITCH ONCE MORE

Calling it overwhelmingly for chibitanks. HO!
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The itty bitty tracked terrors; the miniscule mechanized, the armor for ants.

The chibitanks.

You stare at them as they come clanking around the corner of the nearest Quonset hut en-masse, every one of them freezing as soon as they spot you, pivoting to point right at you, looking for all the world like bird-dogs pointing.

And then, from around that same corner, comes a fine English thoroughbred, its black goat gleaming glossy, the polished leather saddle creaking slightly as the red-bedecked rider follows his hounds. You follow the long tailed coat up, past the gloved hands gripping well-oiled reins, and find Paddy Mayne staring you in the eye with the wildest, craziest fucking grin you've ever seen outside of a mirror. Someone with long white hair, pale skin and a face that's glowing red-hot is clinging tightly to his back, arms wrapped around his middle, legs gripping the horse for dear life.

“WHAT, HOOOOO!” Paddy cries, thrusting his finger at you. “THERE'S THE FOX! AAAAAHAHAHAHAHA, AFTER 'IM, ME BOYS!” With a wild injun-whoop, Paddy kicks the sides of his steed and barrels down upon you, the chibitanks clanking and clacking ahead as they move in to cut you off.

>LOSE HIM IN THE NARROWS?
>TAKE THE HIGH GROUND?
>GRAND THEFT AUTO MOTHERFUCKER
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>>35247414
>GRAND THEFT AUTO MOTHERFUCKER
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>>35247414
>LOSE HIM IN THE NARROWS?
Dammit Paddy!
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>>35247414
>>GRAND THEFT AUTO MOTHERFUCKER
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>>35247414
>GRAND THEFT AUTO MOTHERFUCKER

What the hell is even going on anymore.
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>>35247414
>>GRAND THEFT AUTO MOTHERFUCKER
Do you have to ask?

>Also grab/save Sanya
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>>35247414
>LOSE HIM IN THE NARROWS?
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>>35247456
This
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>>35247414
>GRAND THEFT AUTO MOTHERFUCKER
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>>35247414
>>GRAND THEFT AUTO MOTHERFUCKER


Yell "Goddamnit Paddy I'm trying to deal with SOMEONE ELSES PSYCHOLOGICAL PROBLEMS."
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>>35247414
>>GRAND THEFT AUTO MOTHERFUCKER

I wonder what's having this happen.
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>>35247414
>>GRAND THEFT AUTO MOTHERFUCKER
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>>35247414
>GRAND THEFT AUTO MOTHERFUCKER
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>>35247414
What we can do: Run right over the chibitanks.
Why we shouldn't: They're actually self-propelled landmines.
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>>35247414
>GRAND THEFT AUTO MOTHERFUCKER
But save the Sanyan
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>>35247414
>Added: Have Sanya use her witchy powers to take over a few tanks. ONWARD TO ICE CREAM!!!
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>>35247414
>GRAND THEFT AUTO MOTHERFUCKER
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GRAND THEFT AUTO WINS BY A LANDSLIDE
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by GRAND THEFT AUTO i assume you mean GRAND THEFT CHIBITANK CHARIOT via GNOME?
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>>35247628
And witchy powers, via Sanya
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>>35247628
Are we tank-surfing now?
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>>35247103
CHIBITANKS!
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>>35247414
>GRAND THEFT AUTO MOTHERFUCKER
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>>35247622
Unrelated to this moment, but do Aliums fly like this? Or have the same flight capabilities? http://youtu.be/7nz7zBls2Ps
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MviUoCEbuO4 Thread theme music
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With a great, gibbering scream of absolute bafflement, you bolt for the stack of crates where you found Sanya, leaping up their haphazardly-stacked sides adroitly. Sanya gives you no trouble; she can hardly weight eighty pounds soaking wet, and Luke never let you skip PT (when he could find you, that is.) This gives the chibitanks pause, but you soon hear them circling around to cut you off and “tree the fox.”

Faced by the clanking legions of automated doom, you fall back on your ironclad Army Air Corps training, which informs you that no retreat is worth a damn unless its rated in MPH. You need wheels. From your new vantage point you scan and espy a courier making his way down the hard-packed taxiway in a motorcycle and sidecar. Summoning all your strength, you leap from the top of the supply crates and land atop the nearest Quonset hut, sprinting down its length for all you're worth, the clinkity-clack of the chibitanks not far behind. You espy a few jeeps parked near the end of the hut, but write them off; Jeeps are popular enough that drivers have taken to bringing the distributor cap with them (and would-be thieves carry spare distributor caps,) but you're fresh out. Instead, you leap from the roof to the hood of an unfortunate Jeep, then leap off to land right next to the courier's sidecar as he comes to a halt before the door.
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>>35248073

His head jerks up as Sanya's slight weight is dropped unceremoniously into the sidecar, and for one brief, amazing moment you stare into the eyes of true and complete astonishment; the reaction of an innocent airman to the Yank From Nowhere. Before he can recover enough to defend himself, you employ your most devastating martial technique; one you won't find anywhere in that clever little “Get Tough” pamphlet they hand out.

“HARHBLARHALERHALEHRALHAELRAFLFAHFARAHARHARHAARRRGHF!” you scream incoherently, flailing and beating your arms on and about the poor bastard driving the Indian until your flurry of blows simply batters him off the seat, as much from surprise as impact. You sling yourself into the seat, twist the throttle and GUN that sonofabitch just as the chibitanks round the corner. The Indian's little engine screams with a high-pitched BREEEEENG-A-DING-DING-DI-DING-UUUH as it tears away from the hut with a stunned-looking Sanya sprawled in the sidecar, her legs hanging out the front and her tiny rear lost somewhere inside.

>TAKE HIM THROUGH THE SALOM
>WE CAN BEAT HIM ON THE STRAIGHTAWAY
>HEAD FOR HIGHER GROUND
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>>35248126
>TAKE HIM THROUGH THE SLALOM
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>>35248126
>>HEAD FOR HIGHER GROUND
WE NEED ALTITUDE TO BOUNCE
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>>35248126
>WE CAN BEAT HIM ON THE STRAIGHTAWAY
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HEAD FOR HIGHER GROUND

I'd suggest finding Minna and hoping for help, but otherwise...
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>>35248073
>>35248126
pic related. Also
>TAKE HIM THROUGH THE SLALOM
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>>35248126
>HEAD FOR HIGHER GROUND
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>>35248126
>>TAKE HIM THROUGH THE SLAMOM
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>>35248126
>>HEAD FOR HIGHER GROUND
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>>35248126
>WE CAN BEAT HIM ON THE STRAIGHTAWAY
WE HAVE THE ACCELERATION
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>>35248126
>>WE CAN BEAT HIM ON THE STRAIGHTAWAY
Gotta go fast
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>>35248126
>>HEAD FOR HIGHER GROUND
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>>35248126
>Indian

Mah nigga
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Slight victory for STRAIGHTAWAY

DRAG RACE: HABBENING
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>>35248126
>WE CAN BEAT HIM ON THE STRAIGHTAWAY
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>>35248126
>WE CAN BEAT HIM ON THE STRAIGHTAWAY
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>>35248126
>>WE CAN BEAT HIM ON THE STRAIGHTAWAY
EXTEND AND EVADE!
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>>35248126

>WE CAN BEAT HIM ON THE STRAIGHTAWAY
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PLANEFAG! YOU'RE BACK!

Thanks for getting me interested in WWII history, shits awesome.
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>>35247414
>>TAKE THE HIGH GROUND?
CLIMB CLIMB CLIMB HIT YOUR BURNERS PILOT
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>>35248073
>>35248126
>WE CAN BEAT HIM ON THE STRAIGHTAWAY

Oh god my sides ow ow ow
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>>35248126
>WE CAN BEAT HIM ON THE STRAIGHTAWAY
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The Indian whips around the corner, Sanya yelping as her sidecar lifts off the earth, its weight keeping your bike from laying down into a skid as the rear wheel tears up the turf. You look back in time to see the goddamned chibitanks taking the curve without a problem, their rubber-coated tracks sliding on the wet grass as they drift around the turn. You're not going to be jumping any obstacles with a side-car and the damned horse is probably trained for that church-vault-whateverthefuck thing fox-ponies do, but the taxiway is still firm enough for aircraft, and you've got mechanization on your side.

You feel the need... for speed. You gain the taxiway, aim the Indian towards the opposite end of the airstrip, and gun that SOB.

BREEEEEEEEEEENG-ADINGAhDINGAHDINGAH! your tiny engine screams as you floor it. Behind you the chibitanks are -

- you look over your shoulder to verify that the little bastards have those funny horns they used to stick on Stukas, howling for all the world like goddamned foxhounds on a scent.
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>>35248126
>>HEAD FOR HIGHER GROUND
CLIMB
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>>35248631

“BREEEEEPPPPPFFRRRBLLLL,” comes the sound of a hunting bugle from behind you. You've no idea why the constipated English Lords blew on the damn things, and you don't think Paddy does, either – he's just blowing for the hell of it. You lean down, squinting through the tears as your speed picks up. To your right you hear a deeper, bassier thunder, and glance aside to find a goggled man in an open cockpit staring at you as his I-16 picks up speed down the airstrip. For a few long, awkward seconds, you stare at each other, his head swiveling slowly as his plane slowly overtakes your speed. Suddenly, he notices Sanya, and waves enthusiastically, adding a salacious wink to the end before his fighter finally autorotates and lifts off, the wing cutting his face off from view.

You glance over your shoulder to find the chibitanks falling behind, and throw your head back in laughter. They thought they could catch YOU? Young, the Ghostrider, the Bounce Lord? NEVER!

And just then, over the horns and the bugle, a third note is added to the cacophany – the long, loud wail of an air raid siren.

>BOMBS INCOMING WAT DO?

>TRENCHES AT THE END OF THE RUNWAY GO GO GO GO GO GO
>HANG A HARD LEFT INTO AN AIRCRAFT REVENTMENT AND HIDE UNDER SOMETHING
>OTHER!?

>Addendum: Sanya is still wearing her bathing suit
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>>35248631
>you look over your shoulder to verify that the little bastards have those funny horns they used to stick on Stukas, howling for all the world like goddamned foxhounds on a scent.

My sides are gone planefag! What have you done with my sides!
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>>35248688
>>HANG A HARD LEFT INTO AN AIRCRAFT REVENTMENT AND HIDE UNDER SOMETHING
>> THROW OUR JACKET OVER SANYA DAMN SHE'S GOTTA BE COLD OR SOMETHING NEVERMIND THAT SHE'S FROM FROZENTITSLAND
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>>35248688
>HANG A HARD LEFT INTO AN AIRCRAFT REVENTMENT AND HIDE UNDER SOMETHING
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>>35248688
>TRENCHES AT THE END OF THE RUNWAY GO GO GO GO GO GO
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>>35248688
>TRENCHES AT THE END OF THE RUNWAY GO GO GO GO GO GO
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>>35248688
>>TRENCHES AT THE END OF THE RUNWAY GO GO GO GO GO GO
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>>35248688
>>OTHER!?
I have a terrible idea: TO OUR HANGAR AND ACQUIRE PLANE AND CREW!
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>>35248688
>TRENCHES AT THE END OF THE RUNWAY GO GO GO GO GO GO

we could drive into that ditch! save the cycle as well.
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>>35248688
>>HANG A HARD LEFT INTO AN AIRCRAFT REVENTMENT AND HIDE UNDER SOMETHING
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>>35248688

>HANG A HARD LEFT INTO AN AIRCRAFT REVENTMENT AND HIDE UNDER SOMETHING
WE WILL PROTECT SANYA WITH OUR BODY.
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>>35248688
>>TRENCHES AT THE END OF THE RUNWAY GO GO GO GO GO GO


AIIIIIIIR RAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIID

GET INTO COVER YOU MORON
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>>35248735
They're on Barin anon, we're not.
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>>35248688
>TRENCHES AT THE END OF THE RUNWAY GO GO GO GO GO GO
Wouldn't the reventment be a more likely target?
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>>35248760
Whoops, I forgot.
Into the trenches then?
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>>35248765
this
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>>35248631
>have those funny horns they used to stick on Stukas
you just divebombed my sides

>>35248688
>TRENCHES AT THE END OF THE RUNWAY GO GO GO GO GO GO
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>>35248688
>TRENCHES AT THE END OF THE RUNWAY GO GO GO GO GO GO
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>>35248688
>TRENCHES AT THE END OF THE RUNWAY GO GO GO GO GO GO

Also, give cossack the jacket.
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>>35248688
>>TRENCHES AT THE END OF THE RUNWAY GO GO GO GO GO GO
>GIVE SANYA UR JACKET
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>>35248875
This
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>>35248126
>HEAD FOR HIGHER GROUND
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>>35248688
add to my vote here
>give cossack our jacket
>>35248816
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>>35248688
>CRAZY. FUCKING. IVAN.
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>>35249012
Against a TANK?
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>>35248688
>>HANG A HARD LEFT INTO AN AIRCRAFT REVENTMENT AND HIDE UNDER SOMETHING
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>>35249050
Hide under Sanya, she can be on top
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>>CRAZY. FUCKING. IVAN.

How can I not? Also, I'm late to this.

Watch out for planefag!
/qtg/ public enemy number one!
He is the main one responsible for...

[X] SWQ
[X] SuWQ
[X] SW89
[X] TW89
[X] PJW89
[X] ALL THOSE OTHER NEVER ENDING FUCKING SPINOFFS
[X] Inserting a male PC into my pure lesbian waifu setting
[X] Killing questing in 2004,2011,2012,2013,2014
[X] Hostile take over of /qtg/
[X] Popularizing questing on /tg/, choaking the board with shitty quests
[X] Having "fun"
[X] Anonkun's white color scheme
[X] Encouraging GermanSchteel to write his shittier "fixed" SWQ:Galia
[X] Numerous false-flagging operations
[X] /qtg/ trolling
[X] Trolling Taleanon
[X] Removing Crusty Jones's internet connection
[X] Bullying EGO
[X] Bullying AzureNyan
[X] Bullying planefag
[X] Migration of FUCK QUEST to /tg/
[X] Gyoji imoutospamming
[X] Fluff
[X] Skub
[X] NTR in Psion quest
[X] Hexer's slow pace
[X] Making Merlin lewd
[X] Never delivering Keine lewds
[X] Deculture's delays
[X] Successful assassination of TalesAnon
[X] Successful assassination of Kota
[X] Attempted assassination of deculture by flooding the Philippines
[X] Making Rena suffer
[X] Causing Doc's injuries
[X] Starving the world's supply of bad dragon's with bulk purchases
[X] Diaz
[X] Introducing the .H264 10-bit profile in questing
[X] Zoe Quinn and Five Guys
[X] Pushing to ban lolis in Japan
[X] DDOS'ing nyaa.se
[X] Was responsible for Theros being the worst block ever
[X] Created Kamigawa
[X] Banned Golgari Grave Troll and Dread Return from Modern
[X] Taking over and directing Star of David Games
[X] Fetches in Modern
[X] Leads the IRC Cabal
[X] Vote spammed with the Cabal to make sure your waifu didn't win in that quest
[X] Purgin exhentai of all wani content (never forget)
[X] Made the Hugbox
[X] Killing SWQ
[X] Not Killing SWQ
[X] Never writing AWiY, ever
[X] Anti-skubbers
“[X] That”

His ultimate goal is to kill questing and /tg/!
However, you can stop him. Spread this list!
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>>35248688
TO THE READY AIRCRAFT

A PILOT THAT HASN'T SCRAMBLED DURING AN AIR RAID IS A DEAD PILOT
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>>35249042
Always crazy Ivan, against everything.
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For a brief, fleeting second you're tempted to stand on the brakes and whip left into an aircraft revetment, and take cover under the wide aluminum hide of a parked aircraft – maybe your own Widow, who's nose you see a few stalls up. But you remember that the revetments are priority targets for any bombers, (assuming its not Washing Machine Charlie and his usual horseshit come to Barin) and hiding under a big aluminum fuel tank isn't very fucking smart, even for a pilot. Bowing to the inevitable, you keep the throttle floored and thunder down the length of the grass airstrip till the faint humps of dirt at the runway's edge can be seen – the covers over the trenches that provide people a place to duck when air attack catches them away from their gun pits or the larger, more spacious shelters.

“NO NO NO NO NO NO-” Sanya's screaming.

“AAAAHAHAHA TRUST ME YUH BOSHLEVISK BINT!” you scream, judging the spatial relationships in an eyeblink and deciding to gun the engine one more time as you go for it. The bike fits inside the trench perfectly, with barely an inch to spare – and none for your fucking LEG OH FUCK-
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>>35249101
>and none for your fucking LEG OH FUCK-
oh dear.
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-you swing your left leg off the bike and plant that knee on the seat, crouching over the handlebars as you kill the engine, the bike sliding down the steep ramp and into the trench with naught an inch to spare. Quite suddenly, the only sound is the muted wail of the air raid siren and your own heavy breathing.

You slump back and reach over to ruffle Sanya's wild, wind-tossed white hair. “See? Now we've got this nice hidey-hole all to ourselves.”

“GAAAANGWAAAAAY!” you hear Paddy scream, and quite suddenly the chibitanks are literally piling in behind you, some of them taking the ramp so fast they catch air and land atop their fellows, stacking up behind you. A few seconds later the pungent smell of sweaty horse enters the cavern as the equine itself crams into the shelter, Paddy and Heidi leaning forward to clear the ceiling.

“AH HA, THE FOX WENT TO GROUND!” Paddy calls enthusiastically. “FUCK THE TERRIER MAN, YOUR ASS IS MINE!”

That's about when the first bomb hits.

>MONGOOSE RIKKI TAVI SNAKE HOLES NEVER GO IN UH FUCK THIS BRITBONG SHIT COME AT ME IF YOU'RE HARD ENOUGH
>SANYA'S GONNA FREAK OUT OH CHRIST SEE TO THE SANYA
>WE ARE LITERALLY BEING BOMBED RIGHT NOW THIS SUCKS ALL SORTS OF ASSDICK OH GOD
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>>35249139
>>WE ARE LITERALLY BEING BOMBED RIGHT NOW THIS SUCKS ALL SORTS OF ASSDICK OH GOD

PADDY THIS IS LITERALLY *NOT* THE TIME.
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>>35249139
>>SANYA'S GONNA FREAK OUT OH CHRIST SEE TO THE SANYA

PROTECT LITTLE SISTER WITH BODY
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>>35249139
>>SANYA'S GONNA FREAK OUT OH CHRIST SEE TO THE SANYA
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>>35249139
>>SANYA'S GONNA FREAK OUT OH CHRIST SEE TO THE SANYA
>>WE ARE LITERALLY BEING BOMBED RIGHT NOW THIS SUCKS ALL SORTS OF ASSDICK OH GOD
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>>35249139
>FIGHT BACK

>AGAINST BOMBS

>AGAINST PADDY

>AGAINST WHATEVER
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>>35249139
>>SANYA'S GONNA FREAK OUT OH CHRIST SEE TO THE SANYA
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>>35249139
>>WE ARE LITERALLY BEING BOMBED RIGHT NOW THIS SUCKS ALL SORTS OF ASSDICK OH GOD
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>>35249139
>>SANYA'S GONNA FREAK OUT OH CHRIST SEE TO THE SANYA
>>WE ARE LITERALLY BEING BOMBED RIGHT NOW THIS SUCKS ALL SORTS OF ASSDICK OH GOD
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>>35249139
>>WE ARE LITERALLY BEING BOMBED RIGHT NOW THIS SUCKS ALL SORTS OF ASSDICK OH GOD
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>>35249139
>SANYA'S GONNA FREAK OUT OH CHRIST SEE TO THE SANYA
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>>35249139
>SANYA'S GONNA FREAK OUT OH CHRIST SEE TO THE SANYA
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>>35249139
>WE ARE LITERALLY BEING BOMBED RIGHT NOW THIS SUCKS ALL SORTS OF ASSDICK OH GOD

>Captcha: witchmil technology

This guy knows what's up
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>>35249139
>SANYA'S GONNA FREAK OUT OH CHRIST SEE TO THE SANYA

Protect the cossack!
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>>35249080
What? I made the list? Impressive.

>>35249101
Oh shit! Did young just get his leg mangled?
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>>35249139
>>SANYA'S GONNA FREAK OUT OH CHRIST SEE TO THE SANYA
>>WE ARE LITERALLY BEING BOMBED RIGHT NOW THIS SUCKS ALL SORTS OF ASSDICK OH GOD

NIGGA THIS IS NOT THE TIME
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>>35249139
>>SANYA'S GONNA FREAK OUT OH CHRIST SEE TO THE SANYA
>>WE ARE LITERALLY BEING BOMBED RIGHT NOW THIS SUCKS ALL SORTS OF ASSDICK OH GOD

and bravo for the Rikki Tavi reference, if sanya was not there I probably would have gone with that.
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>>35249205
>stand on the brakes and whip left into an aircraft revetment, and take cover under the wide aluminum hide of a parked aircraft – maybe your own Widow, who's nose you see a few stalls up. But you remember that the revetments are priority targets for any bombers, (assuming its not Washing Machine Charlie and his usual horseshit come to Barin) and hiding under a big aluminum fuel tank isn't very fucking smart, even for a pilot. Bowing to the inevitable, you keep the throttle floored and thunder down the length of the grass airstrip till the faint humps of dirt at the runway's edge can be seen – the covers over the trenches that provide people a place to duck when air attack catches them away from their gun pits or the larger, more spacious shelters.
>“NO NO NO NO NO NO-” Sanya's screaming.
>“AAAAHAHAHA TRUST ME YUH BOSHLEVISK BINT!” you scream, judging the spatial relationships in an eyeblink and deciding to gun the engine one more time as you go for it. The bike fits inside the trench perfectly, with barely an inch to spare – and none for your fucking LEG OH FUCK-
No, but he avoided it by inches.
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>>35249139
>SANYA'S GONNA FREAK OUT OH CHRIST SEE TO THE SANYA
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>>35248688
>>HANG A HARD LEFT INTO AN AIRCRAFT REVENTMENT AND HIDE UNDER SOMETHING
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>>35249139
>>MONGOOSE RIKKI TAVI SNAKE HOLES NEVER GO IN UH FUCK THIS BRITBONG SHIT COME AT ME IF YOU'RE HARD ENOUGH
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>>35249139
>SANYA'S GONNA FREAK OUT OH CHRIST SEE TO THE SANYA
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>>35249219
Wow, I posted that right between them. For a second there it was a nail biter.
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>>35249139
hey, could we do some gnome shit to hijack control of her chibitanks (or at least disable them)? That would probably distract her.
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>>35249139
>>SANYA'S GONNA FREAK OUT OH CHRIST SEE TO THE SANYA
>>GET THAT DAMN JACKET OVER HER WITCHES FALL ASLEEP WHEN SOMETHING'S DARK OVER THEIR HEADS RIGHT
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>>35249274
No, witches fall asleep in closets and after being knocked up.
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>>35246465
Holy shit SWQ i̶s̶ ̶b̶a̶c̶k̶?̶ CAME BACK TWO WEEKS AGO AND I MISSED IT?!

Man, and I thought today couldn't get any better after I got free steak for lunch...
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>>35249292
So Minna fell asleep after Cupcake knocked her up?
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>>35249309
the only way that could get better is if yougot a BJ with it.
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>>35249326
Ben & Jerry's? Fucking sweeet.
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>>35249139
>>SANYA'S GONNA FREAK OUT OH CHRIST SEE TO THE SANYA

HUGS
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>>35249325
Of course!
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>SANYA'S GONNA FREAK OUT OH CHRIST SEE TO THE SANYA
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>>35249325
Yes. Also after she knocked Young up
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>>35249386
Oh hey there. How's the shower scene coming along?
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>>35249407
I'll get to it after the ghostdiva/fronk and when I have free time.
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>>35249482
Is there a compilation of all this SW lewd that is compiled somewhere?
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>>35249392
I regret nothing for getting planefag to make it cannon.
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>>35249536
damn it young!
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The first blast thunders through the earth, shaking dust loose from the walls and causing the reinforcing timbers to creak. You turn to Sanya and pluck her from the sidecar, then dump her in the furthest corner of the trench. You note she's still wearing that standard-issue one-piece blue swimsuit that Luuchini was also cavorting on the beach in, and decide that's bad. Pilots wear jackets because it gets freaking cold at altitude – and they wear leather jackets as a precaution against fire. You strip your flight jacket off and fling it over the stunned-looking witch's head before flinging yourself after, hunching over her as she curls into a ball in the corner. The loud, awful blasts thunder through the ground, causing Sanya to jerk and whimper with each blast.

“Ssssh,” you say soothingly. “No shrapnel's gonna get us down here. Not even an airblast, because we've got-”

CLANG!

You blink.

Shrapnel should not clang.

You look up and peer at the cover over your trench. Its long, and metallic, and it has a little round port in the side where someone probably poured-

“-AHAHAHA, WE'RE UNDER A GODDAMN EARTHQUAKE BOMB!” Paddy supplies helpfully. Another chunk of shrapnel CLANGS! against the bomb, causing every muscle in your body to leap in terror before slamming your numbskull into the bomb's thick iron casing.

“Aw don't be a pussy,” Paddy says conversationally as another impact makes you squeak like a dog toy. “It's not fuzed, its not going to go off.”

Below you, Sanya seems to have checked out, unaware of the trench or the questionable cover, curled into a tight little ball underneath the jacket.

>... come here often?
>... Heidi, could I get some help here?
>... hey, Paddy, while we've got a moment – WHAT THE FUCK
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>>35249560
>... hey, Paddy, while we've got a moment – WHAT THE FUCK
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>>35249560
>>... Heidi, could I get some help here?
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>>35249560
>>... Heidi, could I get some help here?
She can help with Sanya while we figure out the rest.
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>>35249560
>... Heidi, could I get some help here?

>“-AHAHAHA, WE'RE UNDER A GODDAMN EARTHQUAKE BOMB!” Paddy supplies helpfully.
Sounds like a normal day.
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>>35249560
>...come here often?

Casual danger dialogues help with the nerves.

Her nerves, his nerves, our nerves.
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>>35249560
>>... hey, Paddy, while we've got a moment – WHAT THE FUCK
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>>35249560
>>... Heidi, could I get some help here?
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>>35249560
>>... Heidi, could I get some help here?
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>>35249560
>>... Heidi, could I get some help here?
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>>35249560
>>... Heidi, could I get some help here?
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>>35249560
>... hey, Paddy, while we've got a moment – WHAT THE FUCK
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>>35249560
>... Heidi, could I get some help here?
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>>35249560
>>... Heidi, could I get some help here?
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>>35249615
Eh no sweat, earthquake bombs have strengthened ground-piercing cases. It'll be fine.

>... Heidi, could I get some help here?
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>>35249560
>>Calming backrubs and such for Sanya
>>... hey, Paddy, while we've got a moment – WHAT THE FUCK
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>>35249560
>>... Heidi, could I get some help here?
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>>35249560
>... Heidi, could I get some help here?
>Reassure the littlest cossack.
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>>35249560
>... hey, Paddy, while we've got a moment – WHAT THE FUCK
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>>35249612
this
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>>35249560
>... Heidi, could I get some help here?
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...wait, we're actually getting bombed here.

What about our plane? Are they actually bombing our plane?
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>>35249560
>>... Heidi, could I get some help here?
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>>35249407
Shower scene with who?
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>>35249811
YOU SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH!
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>>35249829
And again, is there a compilation of these lewds somewhere?
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>>35249560
>... Heidi, could I get some help here?
The Widow is being destroyed as we speak.
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>>35249829
Liberty and Knives. Magical Girl Liberty Quest.
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>>35249875
You are an exceedingly busy person, Fapfic Anon.

Do you even sleep and have time to take care of yourself?
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>>35249875
got a pastebin with all your works? its an absolute nightmare trying to keep track of them all.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9WEVfY-UrXw *hrnk*
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>>35249942
>IB student
>sleep

Good joke.

>>35249985
Only released one fic so far. Have one half done and notes on several more.
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>>35249560
>... hey, Paddy, while we've got a moment – WHAT THE FUCK
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>>35249985
We really need some kind of unified pastebin or wiki page with all of the smut and other side stories. Way too many to keep track of otherwise.
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>>35249560
>... hey, Paddy, while we've got a moment – WHAT THE FUCK
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>>35250044
Joke would be if you were a dual-major Engineering student. THAT would be funny. IB just isn't the same degree.
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>>35249560
>... Heidi, could I get some help here?
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>>35250105
It is when you're in marching band.
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>>35250044
>IB

What HL courses are you taking?
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>>35249560
>>... Heidi, could I get some help here?
Damn, I'm late for STRIKE WITCHES QUEST

ALL HAIL PLANEFAG
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>>35250142
>BANDFAG

HEY

HEY BY THE THIRD FUCKING HOUR OF REHEARSAL HAVE YOU EVER WANTED TO SMASH THAT FUCKING DR. BEAT SO HARD THE SHATTERED REMAINS EMBED THEMSELVES IN THE DRUM MAJOR'S EYES LIKE JAGGED JAVELINS OF PURE JUSTICE?
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>tfw no new Minna dirndl pics
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>>35250189
HEY GUYS WE FOUND THE BAND STUDENT!
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>>35249985
There are also the legendary old fapfics from the SWQ board
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>>35250189

brrrm brrm bang

brrm brrm bang
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>>35250189
>>35250214
>ISMayonnaiseAnInstrument.gif
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>>35250189

OR THAT ONE FUCKBARGE WITH THE BASS DRUM THAT THINKS "JAZZ RUN" MEANS "RAMMING SPEED" AND KEEPS CLIPPING YOU WITH THE LUGS ON HIS DRUM UNTIL YOU WANT TO ROLL UP YOUR DOTBOOK AND STUFF IT DOWN HIS FUCKING THROAT

EHEHARHEAHEAERLBLAERLAFEALRF
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>>35250232
Tink tink tink tink
Tink tink tink tink.
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>>35250230
pretty sure that stuff is lost now with the board being dead.

>>35250044
was not able to find yours in the archive, did you not namefag when posting it?
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>>35249536

Just jumping in to confirm; planefag did it to troll me.

Funny part is, once i figured out how to actually make it work, he cried.
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>>35250269
What about the flutes that complain that their arms get tired?
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>>35250142
>>35250189
Trombone-Engineerfag here.
My sympathies on IB and marching band though, Fapfic Anon.
planefag: Always, especially during a tropical storm where you hear the beats OVER THE STORM AND THUNDER. Seriously. Also, same band director who made me play shortly after my wisdom teeth got removed. Got blood in my trombone, popped the stitches and quit band. Yeah.
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>>35250291
what
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>>35250142
Goddamnit man, you broke the planefag
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>>35250273
>>35250232
>>35250269
>>35250214
>>35250189
>>35250142
All these talks about bands and all I can say is this

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cFTG94wcrz0
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>>35250304

Yep. just what it says on the tin.

>>35250307

Like that's hard.
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>>35250283
>pretty sure that stuff is lost now with the board being dead.

It'd be less lost IF KOTA ACTUALLY FIXED THE FUCKING BOARD

OR GAVE THE DATA TO SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY GAVE A SHIT
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>>35250283
One of them is still around, at least.

http://pastebin.com/v4S4cpTq
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>>35250269
You can't forget about the flag line smacking the shit out of people.

Oh and tubas doing whatever the fuck they want. That always happened in my practices. I'm one of those tubas.
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>>35250307
There is no RAGE like that of marching band members after three hours of practice except those who have been practicing longer.
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>>35250269

four fortes
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>>35250345
I am too anon. B flat forever.
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>>35250266
>implying
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>>35250349
I know...back when I was in school I'd hafta walk by their practice field one day a week when I was heading to class. I always made it a point to smile and wave at one of my friends, preferably while eating something.

She was not amused
>>35250331
Are you gonna take responsibility
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>>35250269
Trombone-guy again. Yep. Also, You know how they say you should never jazz run backwards because you're likely to injure yourself? Had a show where I had to do that. Screwed up my ankle fierce because I had to go into a dead stop after jazz-running
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>>35250291
I will add to that with this. Pic related. Young can't seem to keep his pants on. More so when those witches want them off of him.
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>>35250424
>Young can't seem to keep his pants onGiven the environment Young's in, this has multiple meanings
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>>35250400
why would you have to jazz run backwards wtf
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We should pull Minna and Lucchini out of this hellhole already.
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Calling the vote (narrowly) for GET SOME HELP HERE KTHX.

>>35250291

I didn't do it deliberately to troll you (an exception rare enough that its worthy of note, mind) but when I found out people took it seriously and you were getting grief because of it I did laugh like a lunatic.

Well played, you bugger.

>>35250297

If you think it's bad from halfway across the field, try listening to it from inside the section.

Especially from the bints carrying piccolos. I mean, bitch, its a PICCOLO.

>>35250302
I hope your director got pushed off a cliff.

>>35250345
>flag line

In one of our competitions a color guard girl managed to smack some awful bitch judge who was always giving us shit - right in the gob. It was amazing.

>>35250345
>Tubas

I'll never forget the pep band I attended where the home band had one tuba who was just fucking break-dancing in the middle of the field, the formation or whatever be damned. It was clearly unplanned and quite amazing.
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>>35250297
All my god damn rage.
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>>35250469
Because the set called for me to go backwards five to ten yards and across twenty yards and then freeze there without falling over and do it in exactly twenty counts. I eventually got it down solid by practicing in hiking boots.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJi6cCSyRC8
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>>35250495
>I'll never forget the pep band I attended where the home band had one tuba who was just fucking break-dancing in the middle of the field, the formation or whatever be damned. It was clearly unplanned and quite amazing.
That's... That's quite the feat, Guv'nah.
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>>35250424
Whoa whoa whoa, you keep best witch out of this!
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Any of you band aces played this piece yet?

>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6jCJZEFIto
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>>35250495
>flag smacks a judge
One time, a judge got stuck inside a box rotation. It was hilarious.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eTuKamL19XA

Mardi Gras is definitely a place to be if you want to see marching bands
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>>35249560
>... Heidi, could I get some help here?
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>planefag, could I get a post here?
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>>35250826
HEIDI, PLS HELP SANYA WITH HANDJOBS
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Man, all this band talk is making me miss marching band.

Sucks that my school's marching band only takes brass instruments, and even if I weren't a saxophone player I wouldn't have time for it anyway now that I'm in grad school.
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>>35251081
My brother was in a marching band that had a sax player in a wheelchair. Dude was fucking GOOD.
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>>35251081
We should start the SWQ marching band for shits and giggles.
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>>35250541
Too late.
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You briefly ponder asking Paddy just what in the holy hell he was doing with the witch, and the tanks, and the horse and the goddamn HUNTING HORN when you realize he might ask you to explain any number of things yourself, such as the Neon Samurai, the thirty-cig dragon impersonation, or something similar.

So you clear your throat and croak over a dry tongue - “Heidi-”

KA-BOOM!

“-a little help here!?”

On the other side of the teetering, clicking-clacking tower of chibitanks you see her red-flushed face peek out from behind Paddy's muscular body long enough to nod at you. The faint glow of her magical antenna are visible in the dark shelter as she warms up her mojo. Sanya twitches, then curls a little tighter, her ears and tail popping out smoothly as she activates her own magic. You shiver a little; no matter how many times you see it, you still can't tell if it's neat or creepy.

“How're those fighters doing up there, love?” Paddy asks, peeking under his arm to address Heidi.

“Th- the...? Oh, I don't know if I can get through that iron thing and the dirt, but-” she squeezes her eyes shut and her magical antenna surges with brilliant green light, filling the gloomy bunker. “Uh...”

“Well?”

“They just keep on shouting something that sounds like 'suck in sin' and 'cheeky breeky...”

“Well they're in good spirits at least!”
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>>35251125

The sound of forty mike-mikes, thirty-sevens and machine guns has been roaring outside in a rough, disjointed cacophony for a few minutes now, but quite suddenly a deeper, rougher, and throughly more terrifying roar starts up, a solid wave of sound that seems to thunder and tremble through the earth.

“The fuck is that?” Paddy asks.

“That'd be the California,” you guess. “And the five-inchers.” An 88mm shell is what pilots consider “heavy AA,” a huge-ass cannon capable of flinging big shells up four miles to bomber altitude. The secondary armament of a battleship is rather larger than 88mm, and its all slaved to a single fire director.

Five inch flak, in a phrase, is fucking terrifying.

“So those blokes in the wee planes are turning back right?” Paddy asks.

“N-now they're just laughing,” Heidi says uncertainly.

You and Paddy share a glance and shrug.

A minute later, the bombs cease hitting, but none of you budge – humans learned the trick of setting some bombs on long-delay fuzes to catch people emerging from shelters before the Martians ever arrived, and there's a few zillion pounds of high-explosive AA that missed the mark or failed to explode that's raining back to earth at the moment. You sit in the darkness for a few minutes, letting your heartbeats settle down, the space illuminated by the glowing antennas of the night witches. Only the soft knickers of the horse fill the space, prompting you to loosen the cap on the Indian's gas tank, trading the horse smell for the clean sharp scent of petroleum.
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>>35251125
>cheeky breeky

A nu cheeki breeki i v damke!
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>>35251149

You slump against the wall and pull the little cossack into your lap, resting her head against your shoulder. This puts her magical cat-ears right at lip-level, where their twitching tickles you terribly. You huff at them, which just makes them twitch more.

Which reminds you that you've always wondered – since before you ever joined up, even – just what's up with the whole ears and tail thing. There's the 'official' explanation, but you wonder how much the Matrons buried. Something to ask Minna, you resolve.

Heidi's face has the blank expression of someone concentrating on a private conversation, but she's cinched her arms even tighter around Paddy's middle and is burying her nose against his back. Paddy catches you looking, and in the dim green glow you see him shoot you a truly gigantic shit-eating grin.

>Catch Heidi's attention, hand-signal for details on the Russian Crisis
>Catch Paddy's attention, hand-signal for details on Heidi Lewds
>Succumb to temptation – pet the Sanyan.
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>>35251115
We'll need an arrangement of this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KegTVzpFMdw

Also, our uniform should include aviators. And we need baton twirlers/flag girls with no pants.
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>>35251184
>Succumb to temptation – pet the Sanyan.
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>>35251184
>>Succumb to temptation – pet the Sanyan.
Why is this a question?
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>>35251184
>>Catch Heidi's attention, hand-signal for details on the Russian Crisis
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>>35251184
>Succumb to temptation – pet the Sanyan.
scritch behind the ears!
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>>35251184
>>Succumb to temption - pet the Sanyan
We can't let her lose her way!
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>>35251184
>Catch Paddy's attention, hand-signal for details on Heidi Lewds
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>>35251184
>>Succumb to temptation – pet the Sanyan.
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>>35251184
>Succumb to temptation – pet the Sanyan.
Fluffy ears
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>>35251196
Wait, yours wore pants?
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>>35251184
>>Catch Heidi's attention, hand-signal for details on the Russian Crisis
>>35251196
Nah, pants for everyone, except if they want to wear kilts or I dunno screw it.
Anyway, Trombone-Engineer passing out for the night. Glad to know I wasn't alone in thinking my band director to be a terrible director AND person. I could seriously do a thread on just my marching band stories, good AND bad. Like the time our practice field turned into a pond and I ran over it without getting soaked.
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>>35251184
>Succumb to temptation – pet the Sanyan.

No contest
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>>35251184
>Catch Paddy's attention, hand-signal for details on Heidi Lewds
>Succumb to temptation – pet the Sanyan.
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>>35251252
>TacOps PDF open in the background

hey you

I like you
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>>35251184
>Succumb to temptation – pet the Sanyan.
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>>35251184
>Catch Paddy's attention, hand-signal for details on Heidi Lewds
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>>35251184
>Catch Heidi's attention, hand-signal for details on the Russian Crisis
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>>35251184
>Catch Heidi's attention, hand-signal for details on the Russian Crisis
>Catch Paddy's attention, hand-signal for details on Heidi Lewds
>Succumb to temptation – pet the Sanyan.

i don't see how we cant hand signal and pat Sanyan in between.
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>>35251184
>>Succumb to temptation – pet the Sanyan.
PET.
THE.
CATgirl
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>>35251184
>Succumb to temptation – pet the Sanyan.
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>>35251300
Excellent taste. I prefer the Awesome, though.

>muh 3/3/2 fire pattern
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>>35251184
>>Succumb to temptation – pet the Sanyan.

>>35251177
Obligatory

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3cqDXlfASMM
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>>35251184
>>Succumb to temptation – pet the Sanyan.
Fuzzy ears!

>>35251285
Skirts, but for Strike Witches even that's too modest.
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>pet the sanyan
She was just crying her heart out a few minutes ago, she needs some big brother.
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>>35251184
Those 5 inchers are cool. They had this whole complex system of chain lifts to bring the shells up from a magazine for some of the gun mounts. You would stick the fuse in the shell and put the assembled shell point-down into this cup on the chain lift. While the chain was rising up towards the gun there was a separate chain that rotated part of the cup to twist the fuse and set it to detonate at the right altitude. All the crew had to do was load it into the breech and off it goes.

Technology man.
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>>35251184
>>Succumb to temptation – pet the Sanyan.
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>>35251407
Mine wore skimpy ass leotards. I think that would work.
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>>35251514
Lewdotards
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>>35251506
No shit? That's fucking awesome.
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>>35251514
Yeah, leotards would do it.
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>>35251528
They would be on SW girls. On some of the flag girls...not so much.
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>>35251184
>Succumb to temptation – pet the Sanyan.
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>>35251530
Yea, especially with the proximity fuzes the amount of relatively accurate fire that those 5 inchers could put out was incredible
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>>35251548
There's always at least one that's just a complete hambeast.

I'm pretty sure it's a rule. Some minimum percentage of the flag girls are required to be fat and ugly.
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>>35251300
>>35251394
I always loved my highlander.The Gauss made nearly no heat and death from above worked so well for me.
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>>35251595
Yup. We had a couple, along with the semi-mandatory gay dude. We also had a straight guy, but he did it mostly because his girlfriend did it. They got pants.
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>>35251610
Shit, forgot my pic.
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>>35251610
DFA has always been a mixed bag for me, but when it works it WORKS.
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You grin back at Paddy – it seems he's hit it off well with Heidi, enough that he's helping her with... whatever the fuck the Brass has her doing with those goddamned mechanical monsters she seems to be guiding around like her personal horde of henchtanks. Leaning your head back against the sandy loam wall, you pat Sanya on the shoulder reassuringly. She seems dead to the world, her antenna glowing even brighter as she pours herself into the radio magic, despite her confidant being a mere few feet away. Her tail is swishing to-and-fro the way cats do when they're preoccupied with something, the fur tickling your arm.

Cat, indeed. There's something else you've always wondered about the whole ears-on-witches thing; something you'd never, ever, ever dare ask Minna lest she rip your throat out and rape your windpipe with your own severed dick.

Your hand creeps closer to Sanya's hair. That thick, fluffy shock of white hair that just begs for someone to bury their fingers in it and rub about. The sharp contrast of the coal-black cat ears against her pure white hair and pale skin is beautiful, making her look even more like a black-and-white kitten.

Ever so gently, you slip your fingers into her locks and rub her scalp, right behind her ears.

Sanya squeaks in surprise, her entire body going stiff. Heidi's eyes instantly snap open, her rubescent gaze glowing slightly in the darkness as she stares at you, face impassive. For a long, terrifying second the cool, cold feeling of a fuckup washes through you as you sit perfectly still, hand still buried in Sanya's hair.

Then Heidi bites her lip, her flush turning even deeper, and nods hastily.

You continue.
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>>35251892
Time for popcorn, this gon' be gud.
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>>35251892

The little cossack seems to melt in your arms, shivering with delight underneath your jacket. You get your other hand into it, massaging behind her ears. Eventually Sanya's shallow sobs have finally subsided into hitching, halting breaths for the first time since you found her under that tarp. She snuggles against you, tucking her head underneath your chin, her tiny hands balling up in your t-shirt.

Ahead of you, Paddy is backing the horse out of the tunnel with careful whispers and taps, the well-trained animal obliging without complaint. Paddy, who's still leaning forward to clear the low ceiling, gives you a huge wink and fingerguns at you. Heidi's face turns so red you think she'll start sprouting seeds next, causing her to hide her face against Paddy's back again. A minute later the chibitanks slip out, their clanking and clacking adorably tinny and high-pitched, until its just you, Sanya, and the motorcycle.

“... Sanya?” you venture.

“Mmmm,” she moans, arching her back and pushing her head against your hands, just like a cat.

>Get her talking
>Obey the Sanyan
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>>35251947
>Get her talking
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>>35251947
>>Obey the Sanyan
Just a little more :S
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>>35251947
>Obey the Sanyan
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>>35251947
>Obey the Sanyan
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>>35251947
>whynotboth.jpg
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>>35251947
>>Get her talking
>>Obey the Sanyan
I don't see why we can't do both
Inb4 Katya becomes retroactive bastard youngspawn
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>>35251947
>Obey the Sanyan
must pet adorable cossack more
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>>35251947
>Obey the Sanyan
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>>35251947
>Obey the Sanyan
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>>35252019
And another idea for the list.
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Dogs have owners, cats have staff.

OBEY THE SANYAN.
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>>35251947

>Obey the Sanyan
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>>35251947
OBEY SANYAN

PET HER...

WITH YOUR TONGUE
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>>35251947
>>Obey the Sanyan
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>>35251947
>YOUNG HAS PANICKED.
>Obey the Sanyan.

>>35252019
Isn't Katya Sanya's granddaughter?

Or am I getting mixed up with something again?
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>>35251947
>Get her talking
>Obey the Sanyan

priority on talking, but seriously whynotboth.jpg
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>>35252051
As long as you don't post the other image like this one all will be okay
>>35252043
Only in death does duty end
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>>35252051
>>35252085
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>>35251947
>>Succumb to temptation – pet the Sanyan.
inb4Minna shows up and asks wtf is going on. Just saying.
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>>35252079
Katya is Sanya's granddaughter, yes, we don't know who her grandfather is, however.
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>>35251947
Do both, with focus on obeying.
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>>35252051
>Eila POV picture
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>>35252096
Whoever drew that deserves to be shot.
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>>35252096
pls no.
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>>35251947
>This whole post.

I don't mind this Russian.
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>>35251947
>>Obey the Sanyan
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>>35252101
At that point we wordlessly shush her, grab her hand, and have her help
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>>35252096

S-stop it!
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>>35252096

who is that anyway
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>>35252150
I am fine with this.
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>>35252160
your ex
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>>35252150
Yes.
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>>35252096
you sicken me
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>>35251947
>Get her talking
>Obey the Sanyan

PORQUE NO LOS DOS
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>>35252096
You monster!
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>yfw sanya is probably getting off on this.
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>>35252242
Isn't she, like, 12?
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>>35251947
>Get her talking
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>>35252262
15.
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>>35252262
13-15 depending on what timeframe the quest takes place in. (S1/S2/Movie)
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>>35252262
She is also surrounded by hurricanes of lewd like Mio and Cupcake and Eila and both Yeagers.
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So who votes we make Minna do the leg kick thing next time she gets mad and deploys her familiar?
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>>35252107
>Sanya had a child after the war. Nobody knows who the father was.
>Sanya won't say a word. Says that he was a very brave, but somewhat foolish man.
>He has another, thinks he's quite happy with her. She has no grudges, quite pleased to have had a beautiful child because of him.

>Cut to SW89.
>Katya gets saved by a very brave, but somewhat foolish man whilst deserting.
>Sanya reads more about Frank Bishop.
>Chuckles to herself, writes jokey letter to Katya about when she should be expecting great-grandchildren.
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>>35252242
Goddamit people, stop giving me ideas.
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>>35252309

I'm gonna vote to fondle her tail
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>>35252332
Apparently witches are more sensitive when they have their familiars out
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>>35252329
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>>35252309
This.
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>>35252325
The gnome man
That shit's addictive
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>>35252332

Like that scene in underwater ray romano
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>>35252107
Katya's grandfather could be a sperm donor.

>>35251506
>>35251530
>>35251561
Oh hey I remembered where I saw this.

More pics here.
http://www.navweaps.com/Weapons/WNUS_5-38_mk12_pics.htm

>tfw Gaijin adds proximity fuses to WT ships.
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>>35252401
gnomes are tasty?
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>>35252426
lets see them not fuck up the next update first but

>dat HD texture patch
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>>35252426
...Dude that is cool as hell.
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>>35252454
soon....
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=faPFaHGsJyE
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>>35252431
Their general density is infuriating and their tendency to put themselves in stupid amounts of danger is worrisome and bad for their nerves.

But witches can never explain why they keep coming back to a gnome. Something about them is different, almost magically so.
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>>35252426
That's fucking awesome.
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>>35252431
In some ways, they are to Witches, that is why they become so addicted to the GNOME.
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>>35252563
well time to call the foundation AGAIN!
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>>35252515
the new jap jet bombers are going to be nuts
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Against adorableness like this, nothing is a defense – especially down here in the warm darkness of the earth, where nobody can witness you chimping out like an old lady feeding the pigeons in the park. So you dig your hands into that delightfully fluffy shock of hair and keep rubbing. Sanya's murmuring has steadied out into something suspiciously like a purr, her tail curling up around her side. You let one hand slip down to her neck, causing the tiny cossack to shiver as you apply pressure to the tight, stiff muscles you find there. The girl's so slender you're able to massage both sides of her neck with your one hand, slipping your fingers down her pale skin to press against the taut muscles in her clavicle and shoulders.

Such a tiny girl, to be taken so many miles away from her homeland, at the whim and behest of allied governments that allocate their Witches as precious strategic resources – resources, not people, or faces, or feelings. Even worse, she's terribly young – and a Night Witch, a rare resource of which much is demanded.

Much like Yoshika, you reflect – far from her homeland, and with much expected of her.

Much like your sister.

You shiver yourself now, a cold bolt of fear spearing through your spine. You pull Sanya tight against you as you keep rubbing her hair and back, long, slow strokes down her swimsuit-clad spine, pressing against her tailbone before working back up. She's scrunched up to bring her bare feet off the dirt floor to rest on your shins, the tension leaving her as she melts into your chest. Her breathing slows down, and you fear she's about to fall asleep, though you've half a mind to let her.

>Ask her what the hell is going on with all her HRRGHRRBRRGHR
>Ask her how she'd feel if she left a brother at home, a long, long ways away after being ordered overseas. Try not to let your voice crack like a little crybaby bitch.
>Other?
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>>35252599
>>Other?
Let her sleep, for now
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>>35252599
>>Other?
let her fall asleep.

Carry her to her bed.
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>>35252599
what
>>35252634
>>35252635
said
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>>35252599
>you fear she's about to fall asleep
Let her you little bitch.
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>>35252635
This.
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>>35252599
Let her sleep.
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>>35252599
>Other?

Just the tip
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>>35252634
>>35252599
let her sleep
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damnit people, its fucking plot time.

>>35252599
>Ask her what the hell is going on with all her HRRGHRRBRRGHR
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>>35252599
Say nothing and continue petting.
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>>35252599
>Ask if she is feeling better, and about the party shenanigans

Stay on target gents
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And now sitting in the hole waiting for help got really boring
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>>35252677
FUCK YOUR PLOT NIGGA!
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>>35252599
>>Ask her what the hell is going on with all her HRRGHRRBRRGHR
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>>35252599
Go with >>35252635

Let her sleep, carry her to bed.
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>>35252677
>damnit people, its fucking plot time.

Exactly. But if people let their wonderful, soft hearts take over, then that's fine too - its in character, even.

It's fine because if you don't find the plot, the plot finds you.
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>>35252677
We can plot later
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>>35252599
>Ask her what the hell is going on with all her HRRGHRRBRRGHR

>>35252700
Yeah sleeping cats are boring as fuck, these people don't know shit.
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>>35252599
>>Ask her what the hell is going on with all her HRRGHRRBRRGHR
but like ease into it, and ask her about how she is feeling and all that
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>>35252700
>And now sitting in the hole waiting for help got really boring

THAT'S

MY

CUUUUUUUEEEEEE
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>>35252634
>>35252635
These are good
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>>35252700
>>35252742
you jus' had to open your big mouth...
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>>35252599
>Other?
Let her go to sleep.
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>>35252742
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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>>35252742
>>35252700

YOU FUCK.

LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE
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>>35252742
Oh, here we go.

At least Minna knows that Sanya is Young's surrogate little sister… well, his surrogate second little sister.
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>>35252722
we quite literally say that constantly.

and its either we get plot now, or something probably interupts us/wakes Sanya because >>35252700
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>>35252742
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>>35252757
But Young doesn't have Shirely's natural pillows
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>>35252599

>Ask her what the hell is going on with all her HRRGHRRBRRGHR

Use petting to get her to talk.
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>>35252823
Then he should go get them. Minna would understand.
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>>35252761

Well I wanted to get to know her better anyway so yeah I always was against letting her sleep.
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>>35252823
He has something nearly as big and just as magical.
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>>35252599
>Ask her what the hell is going on with all her HRRGHRRBRRGHR
she finally seems calm enough to talk with us, no way should we waste the chance.
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>>35252599
>>Ask her how she'd feel if she left a brother at home, a long, long ways away after being ordered overseas. Try not to let your voice crack like a little crybaby bitch.

I WANT TO FEEEELS! I MISS BEING CLOSE TO MY FAMILY! OH GOD DAMNIT.
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>>35252832
Yes, Young should try to find some nice cushions or pillows for Sanya to sleep on.

This is indeed a gentlemanly sort of thing to do, and Minna would totally understand.
>>
Shall I give this vote a minute or two longer?
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>>35252865
Yeah
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>>35252599
>>Ask her what the hell is going on with all her HRRGHRRBRRGHR
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>>35252599
>Ask her what the hell is going on with all her HRRGHRRBRRGHR
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>>35252865
I think we've all voted but I think it comes down to shenanigans, Plot 1, or Plot 2 if people want to change their mind about resting. I'm actually fine for whatever. Shenanigans > sleeping
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>>35252742
I WILL RAPE YOU!
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>>35252599
>Ask her what the hell is going on with all her HRRGHRRBRRGHR
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>>35252925

AND I WILL NAIL YOU TO THE SKY
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>>35252599
>>35252634
>>35252635

these
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>>35252832
Man and we could be tapping Shirley instead.
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>>35252953
This dude said. Then get her home/find Minna.
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>>35252923
I swear to God, I'll pistol whip the next guy that says 'shenanigans!
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>>35252974
What a shame.
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>>35252974
>implying we can't tap that
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>>35252974
We never really tried.
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>vote is 10 to 11

bloody hell m8
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>>35252983

This quest is nothing but shenanigans bitch.
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>>35253020

I fucking swear that incident will give me nightmares to the end of my days.
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>>35253020
Speaking of Luchadore Remilia…

Just kidding. Get back to it when you feel like it.
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>>35253020
>why not both.png
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>>35253020

>10 to 11

for what to what?
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>>35253041

AWW YOU'RE JUST SAYING THAT
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>>35252974
>>35252998
>>35253009
Blame the masses that went for the red haired tsundere
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>>35253075
It was pretty goddamn terrifying.

Both for the imagery and the sudden horror that you might have gone completely loco.
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>>35253077
its interesting that during the first run I was a hardcore Minnafag, but now I look back on missed opportunities with Trude and despair
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>>35253066

Sleeping is winning by one. I'mma wait a minute or two longer for votes, during which I'll try to think of a way to combine the votes.
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>>35252599
>Ask her what the hell is going on with all her HRRGHRRBRRGHR
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>>35252599
>Ask her how she'd feel if she left a brother at home, a long, long ways away after being ordered overseas. Try not to let your voice crack like a little crybaby bitch.
>cry anyway
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>>35253131
Switch me over to asking.
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>>35253131

SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
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>>35253157
>>35253158
>>35253160

THANK you, that makes it much easier to combine votes. WRITAN
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>>35253131
Ask her what the hell is going on with all her HRRGHRRBRRGH

We shall vote for asking.
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>>35253123
Yeah.... and in the wake of the Minna bilitzkrieg, Trude's was the only one not pre-emptively sunk some how. And I was hoping for a Shirely route and the fact I'm reminded sort of pisses me off.
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>>35253158
This is what I would've chosen had I not chosen sleeping

but let her drift away
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>>35253123
Trude and Shirley threesome combo while making all the other girls little sisters with both of their blessings.
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>>35253192
The Bound should not despair. All things are passing.

In time, there will be a SW Quest with a Trude route. So predict the Unbound.
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>>35253226

Yeah do the Unbound predict me shoving three dozen plasma bombs up your tailpipes for those fucking Drone Frigates you sold us?

Seriously should've run those fuckers through beta testing or something guys, c'mon
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>>35253226
It would be nice to have that within my lifetime.
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>>35253075
that touhou reminds me, A Wizard is You update when? never? ;_;
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>>35253255
What? Drone frigates were an alright anti-strike craft platform, man
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>>35253255

Hey, hey, hey.

They gave you Super Acolytes, stop bitching.
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>>35253226
>that one mission in Cataclysm
>Bentusi show up
>"Aw shit it's the Bentusi, sup guys!"
>Motherfuckers start lazoring all my shit
>mfw
>>35253255
wait, someone actually USED those useless motherfuckers?
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>>35253281
Drone Frigates are nice against Swarmers.
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>>35253255

I'd rather prefer ion cannon frigates.

Say about a hundred of them.
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>>35253281
We said we were sorryyyyyy…

>>35253255
We did give you our unmodified Acolytes, BeastSlayers.

And those Drone Frigates were Taiidanii designed.

>>35253264
The Unbound cannot ensure such a thing. For the Unbound are very poor Quest writers.
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>>35253199
I'm okay with Minna but Trude and Shirley are awesome too and deserve a happy ending with daughterus. Maybe they shack up together and one day Young walks by and says "If you need help with the grandchildren you know where I sleep" as a joke.

HUEHUEHUE
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>>35253365
You mean Children, i'm sure.

I don't think Young would offer to fuck their daughters.
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COSSACK REQUIRES SLEEP

Also, what exactly is it about young women with poor interpersonal skills that makes /tg/ apparently have a collective heart attack?
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>>35253379
sympathy
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>>35253365
>Minna loans out Young to her friends as a breeding stud

boner, stahp.
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>>35253365
>you know where I sleep

Hahaha goddamit stop giving me ideas
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>>35253377
Well, he might...then Minna'd kill him
>>35253379
neckbeards want a daughteru to spoil and pamper
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>>35253379
Because we imagine they may like us despite a semi decent portion of us also having lacking social skills.
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>>35253401

Planefag knows where ghostdiva sleeps.

You know what to write.
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>>35253401
Write YoungxTrude, you know you want to
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>>35253192
>In some parallel universe, Young hooked up with Shirley, remained on good terms with Minna.

>Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if we got together with Minna.
>Minna was a real piece of work, but we could have talked a bit more, I guess?

We'll never see a world where Perrine won the gnomebowl.
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>>35253427
But she did. She got the best gnome out of them all.
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>>35253427
It wouldn't have worked out, in the end.

Perrine would have thrown herself into the reconstruction of France, making her more and more distant from Young. Eventually, they decide to break it off under good terms.
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>>35253427
But Ian is a gnome too...
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>>35253365
you mean you dont want TrudexShirley?

>>35253379
its more "anything adorable" gives /tg/ collective heart attacks/boners.

Young women with poor interpersonal skills just happen to be nearly always adorable, especially if they are "daughter" age because /tg/ has a HUGE paternal instinct to pamper and protect a daughter for some reason.

>>35253427
Did you already forgot she got her own gnome?
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>>35253427
maybe not Young but it was clear she preferred a different sort of guy, one fond of hiding in suits of armor
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E0TulfmBMYk&list=FLi5csE9rDTRbmdhVanTF4_Q&index=54 just gonna leave this here.
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>>35253461

feelthy please
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> Chibitank hunting
> adorable cossack
> bandfag bitching
> suddenly homeworld

I had forgotten how much I loved this quest and its threads.
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The Unbound are confused by this line of conversation.

It is clear that Minna was the superior choice, just as Keine was in AWIY.
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>>35253413

No, actually. He doesn't.

I've made it a point to make sure that he doesn't.
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>>35253507
>Minna
>best

Don't be an idiot. The best was Hellcow
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>>35253552

hellcow x ghostdiva
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>>35253559
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>>35253552

LIES AND SLANDER

IT WAS TESLA
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>>35253552
… The Unbound must bow to your superior judgment. That character was clearly the best thing in the entire first run…

Except for Tesla.

>>35253564
That is so, little darkness.
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Hard to say she's the best when very few actually had a chance to shine.
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>>35253559
Hellcow x Tesla...
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>>35253630
That is impossible. Tesla would never debase himself to romance.

Much like the Unbound, his love was for the mysteries of Creation.
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>>35253655
THEN HE SHOULD DEVOTE HIMSELF TO THE MYSTERY OF THE CREATION OF HELLCOW DUH
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>>35253700
Hellcow was not created. He has existed since the dawn of the universe.
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>>35253700
The creation of the Hellcow is actually quite mundane… once your species has mastered Nanotechnology on a Macro-scale.

We are quite certain that Tesla understands this fully.

>>35253721
This is quite false. The Hellcow is not a result of Progenitor or Time Lord technology.
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You keep rubbing away, feeling very much like someone who wants to get up and get a drink, but is loath to disturb the cat on their lap. Just as you're rallying your feeble will to speak, she breaks the silence instead.

“Elia never does this.”

You blink. “Whu?”

“Elia never does this,” she whispers softly against your neck, making your hair stand on end. “She'll cuddle me at night, or squeeze my butt, but she doesn't... doesn't pet me...” she tucks her face into your shoulder, her nose against your neck. You feel her taking deep breaths, working up the courage to keep talking. “Daddy does, though. When I was practicing scales, he'd rub my shoulders... just like that...”

In a rare moment of insight, you realize she's trying to dispel the mood, return to being a Big Witch With Responsibilities, but she can't quite summon the courage to break the spell of being a little girl who can ask for petting and receive it without question. So you do it for her.

“Sanya,” you ask gently. “What's got you so upset?”

She curls up against you even tighter, her bare feet sliding along your pantleg as she slides up a little closer. “Not upset now.”

“You sure?”

“Mmmmm,” she whispers into your ear. “Um... do you... do you do this with Robin?”

You suppress a snort so violent that it aches in your sinuses. “Haw! Oh. Oh, no.”

She squirms against you, getting her shoulders underneath your jacket again. “Why not?”

You frown as the question twists in your gut all sour. Why, indeed, can you cuddle Sanya and pet her like a cat, a girl you first met some weeks ago, but not your own sister? You remember a time when you probably could've... but that was before you both turned ten. “I... dunno. It's different with siblings, I mean – you don't want to -”
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>>35253785

“You don't want to look weak,” Sanya whispers. “Or disappoint them.” She sighs, a dangerous tremor of misery underlying the sound. “E-especially d-d-dissapoint-”

“None of that now,” you hush her, rubbing her head a little more vigorously. She calms down, and at length she continues talking. “A-at t-t-the p-party I- I kissed – I kissed t-th-”

“I saw,” you say softly.

She nods against your neck, her voice still tremulous and weak. “I s-s-c-screwed up,” she chokes out, “r-right after I m-m-ade a b-b-ig scene with Eilia about her g-g-g-etting f-fresh, a-a-and then in that tent wh-when th-that g-g-guy was g-g-onna shoot you I could've p-put up a s-shield b-but I-”

“Hey,” you chide her, “that happened so quick-”

“B-b-ut y-you c-came l-l-looking f-for me in t-the first place and y-you w-would've left b-but that guy insulted me and you, you just w-wanted t-to p-protect me-”

“No!” you snap. “I would've had it out with that asshole sooner or later; I'm in the papers and he's apparently a glory-hounding asshole. That's not your fault-”

“It is,” she whispers. “It would've been somebody.”

“But-”

“Lots of people don't like Russians,” she whispers. “A lot of people have called me... that... that word. And others.”

You sit there, a blank space expanding in your mind. “And what was done about it?”

“N-nothing. I d-didn't t-t-talk a-about it.”

“Why the hell NOT-”

“T-they might h-hurt me, or - or Elia.”

“Not anymore,” you tell her firmly. “You know that, right? Minna's gonna know about this-”

“No!” Sanya cries, pushing away from you enough to stare at you, her tearful green eyes inches from yours. “It's not j-just p-people here, it's my f-family!”
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>>35253804

What?”

“I k-k-issed a g-g-girl,” she forces out, closing her eyes and turning away from you in shame. “W-when that gets out, it'll shame my father. And... and I kissed a German.” Fresh tears begin dripping from her cheeks. “The Party will punish my family. They'll punish him because I was a SLUT!”

She flings herself on you, wrapping her arms around your neck and weeping into the crook of your shoulder. She's no longer sobbing, just unloading, her breathing slow and steady as she unburdens her sins.

>How do you feel right now?
>shhh no tears now, only Elia
>There are This Many Reasons Why It Will All Be Okay!
>HATEMURDERDEATHKILL
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>>35253822
>If.

>If it gets out.
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>>35253822
>There are This Many Reasons Why It Will All Be Okay!
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>>35253822
>There are This Many Reasons Why It Will All Be Okay!

Oh god. My heart.
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>>35253822
>HATEMURDERDEATHKILL
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>>35253822
>How do you feel right now?
>There are This Many Reasons Why It Will All Be Okay!

HATEMURDERDEATHKILL can come later. No one fucks with adorable cossack and escapes retribution
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>>35253804
>Other
A 5 minute it gets better presentation.
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>>35253822
>How do you feel right now?
>There are This Many Reasons Why It Will All Be Okay!
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>>35253822
>There are This Many Reasons Why It Will All Be Okay!
We kind of burned all the evidence, good times.
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>>35253822
If you are worried about this, we'll preform damage control for you.
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>>35253880
Oops
>>35253822

Not that it really matters
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>>35253822
>There are This Many Reasons Why It Will All Be Okay!

Allow the Unbound to explain why you will be fine, child.

First, we hold orbital superiority.
Second, all the evidence was destroyed.
Third, psychic attack at the time makes everyone's mindset suspect.
Fourth, did we mention we hold orbital superiority?
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>>35253822
>>There are This Many Reasons Why It Will All Be Okay!
It still feels weird to actually be participating in a SWQ thread, you know?
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>>35253822
>shhh no tears now, only Elia
>There are This Many Reasons Why It Will All Be Okay!
>>35253934
Tell us where the planefag touched you
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>>35253947
Nowhere. This is my first live thread in the crazy juggernaut train
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>>35253962
Enjoy the ride!
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>>35253962
The Unbound welcome you aboard.

We have a variety of snacks, technological blueprints and rare earth materials on offer during the trip, would you like to consult our catalog?
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>>35253822
>>shhh no tears now, only Elia
>>There are This Many Reasons Why It Will All Be Okay!
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>>35253992
Please stop the roleplayfagging.
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>>35253962
There's no buttplug big enough for the amount of badtouch you're in for.
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>>35253929
"It will just be a secret.

Between you and me."

"And maybe cupcake. But she doesn't seem like the kind to gossip."
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>>35253822
>>There are This Many Reasons Why It Will All Be Okay!
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>>35253822
>>There are This Many Reasons Why It Will All Be Okay!
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>>35253822
>There are This Many Reasons Why It Will All Be Okay!
Though I do want to talk to Cupcakeski afterwards, tell her that not even we would have gotten someone's family purged as part of a prank, and tell her that she's won.
Just to see how she reacts.

We already know that there's some real fucking assholes around, like Kennedy and Caldwell.
I want to see if comparing her to them gets a reaction out of her.
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>>35254070
I support this endeavor.
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>There are This Many Reasons Why It Will All Be Okay!

Hey we LITERALLY burned all the evidence right? Good times, good times.

>>35253377
Children yes.

>>35253470
TrudexShirley is good, but it would be sad if they never had any descendants.
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>>35254090
Let her have her victory.
And may it taste like ashes.
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>>35254097
Sure, we burned the films, but has the lack of evidence ever been enough to keep Stalin from purging someone?
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>>35254070

Enjoy your victory bitch.
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>>35254097
>white suit jacked
>no panties
that's one way to dress for your wedding, Shirley
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>>35254070
Supporting this!
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>>35254097
Shirley X Trude is best. http://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/1676895 make sure to read the child posts too!
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>>35254090
>>35254143
It's one way to see what kind of pilot she is.
Is she a jacket of bitch wrapped around a core of generally decent human being, like Luke, Chuck, and Young?
Or is she just another Kennedy or Caldwell? Maybe she'll be shooting bailed out pilots next.
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“So,” you say soothingly, stroking Sanya's spine and rubbing her hair, “you kissed the kraut?”

“YEEEEEEEEEES,” she wails into your shoulder.

“And that's bad?” you ask softly.

“YEEEEEEEEEES!” she wails again, clutching you tighter.

“So what's gonna happen when Minna finds out I fucked Waltrude?”

“YEAHRRRK-” Sanya's voice stutters quite suddenly.

“Oh, wait,” you say soothingly, “I already caught her getting kinky with Waltrude, so she can't say shit.”

“Khkhhrrrgl,” Sanya comments, gripping your neck so tightly you're starting to get a little dizzy from reduced bloodflow.

“Waltrude's kind of like a hurricane,” you inform her. “You either ride it out or bunker down and flip it the bird. You did a little of the first and a lot of the latter, and everyone was way too hammered to tell that Waltrude DIDN'T just latch onto you uninvited, and she kind of has a reputation so *yeah.*”

Sanya sniffs, but says nothing.

“As for your family – one, its filthy Kraut Witch Assaulting The Littlest Cossack, the Soviet PR hacks will have a field day screaming and hollering about that, two, the witchy sisters and the Matrons and all that bullshit would completely and utterly flip their shit and there's no way in hell Papa Joe or his butt-buddies would risk that, and thirdly, Witches are precious and Night Witches even more so, so nobody's gonna go gunning for you personally, either – and if they did, they'd have to get through me and mine, dig?”

She nods.

“Say it!”

“I... I dig,” she says hesitantly.

“Feel better?” you ask her. She nods against your neck. “Ready to get out of this hole?”

“... could we... stay here a little longer?” she says, snuggling against you.

You smile. “Sure, kid. Sure.” You reach up to start petting her again.

That's about when you see the hand grenade come bouncing down the dugout ramp.
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>>35254070
no fuck that, that is something Kennedy would do.

the girls are under enough pressure as is without letting one think she got a fellow witches family purged, even if only a joke.
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>>35254208
THE RIDE NEVER ENDS
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>>35254208
>That's about when you see the hand grenade come bouncing down the dugout ramp.
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>>35254208
WHAT
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>>35254208
>That's about when you see the hand grenade come bouncing down the dugout ramp.


FAAAAAP AAAANNNGGEEEEELLLLL

inb4 next time
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>>35254208
>That's about when you see the hand grenade come bouncing down the dugout ramp.

muh god
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>>35254208
Fucking Kennedy
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>>35254208

Whoever threw that grenade and interrupted the moment will taste HELL.
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>>35254211
>even if only a joke
Who said it's a joke?
I'd say it's a real concern.
This is Robo-Stalin we're talking about. The guy unbalanced enough to try to have us assassinated.
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>>35254208
>That's about when you see the hand grenade come bouncing down the dugout ramp.

Good job, ending it on tha little cliff hanger Planefag!
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NEXT TIME ON STRIKE WITCHES QUEST: HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A PILOT PROVEN WRONG!

STRIKE WITCHES QUEST will resume SOON, within a few days; watch the Twitter for the next thread, which I'll announce as far in advance as possible. The newer, more flexible scheduling has made the entire quest running process about a trillion times easier on my stress levels!
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>>35254343
...Not sure if serious
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>>35254343
>cliffhanger
>NEXT TIME
...it's good to be back
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>>35254366

NEVER NOT SERIOUS

Also why does firefox remember my trip if I use the quick reply but forget it if I click the REPLY at the bottom of the thread blah

I wish chrome would unfuck their tabs so I can switch for permenant already
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>>35254394
works fine here, must be your shit.
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>>35254285
ah i misread, the way i read it is we prank cupcakes that sanyas family did get purged and see how she reacts.

not calmly talking with her and giving her a heads up to be careful with her crap, assuming she did not know.

>>35254394
>not using 4chanx/oneechan
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>>35254070
>>35254211
Cupcake is a pilot like us, she would probably just return fire and say something like "Ara Ara it's wonderful to know our child will have such a caring and protective father". Young's mind would be blown.
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>>35254422
It's both.
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>>35254394
It is good that you are feeling less stressed about it all.

In the meantime, we must be going. We shall see each other again in a few days, good friend.

Farewell.
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>>35254208
Sean or Ian are assholes and there's no point in giving them the satisfaction of reacting.
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>>35254426
>Cupcake saying ara ara~
don't know if want
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>>35254426
"Ara Ara~ Cupkakeski"

damn you! now i want this.
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>>35254422
>the way i read it is we prank cupcakes that sanyas family did get purged and see how she reacts.
It's actually a two-layer verbal jab, of implying that her little stunt with Sanya is going to get Sanya's family purged.

On the one hand, we let her know from our own experience that Robo-Stalin is getting fucking crazy, even worse than before. I mean, trying to assassinate a top pilot that's helping to turn the war around in a theater, at a major event full of high-level dignitaries and Allied commanders, in a method that is from an undeniably human source, is pretty out there.

And on the second level, by telling her that she's won, that not even we would risk another person's family like she just did, let's us see how she reacts to it. Whether she gloats in it, or not.

As much as Young said, the Witches of the Soviet Union are not as immune to Stalin's pressure as he says they are.
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>>35254501
>As much as Young said, the Witches of the Soviet Union are not as immune to Stalin's pressure as he says they are.

As evidenced by the live hand grenade bouncing down the ramp!
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>>35254555
I want to say some Liberty Prime shit, but then there's Sanya.

Damn you PF
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>>35254555
uh oh.
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Incompetant! Brain dead! Moron! Idiot! Geneveve Bishop's thoughts were less coherant arguements as to her wingman's shortcomings and more like a seething cauldera of flashing, barely controlled anger. She paced down the hallway of Barrin- That... dirty- rotten- blasted- PILOT!

Not only had he flown off on his own and nearly killed himself twice within the space of less than thirty seconds, now he had forced himself down in possibly one of the most sacred places in the witching world, keeping them from joining the rest of the 512th. Despite Minna's polite invitations to stay at Barrin, it was clear that she'd failed to keep even her wingman under control.

She turned absentmindedly and stalked into a large, furnished room- along a wall was a comfortably recognizable fireplace with a roaring flame and large, comfortable-looking chairs. She collapsed into the chair, letting the anger escape in a single, long, cathartic sigh.

A she leaned back into the fire-warmed leather she calmed herself a little- on the bright side, if there was a bright center to the Witching World, Barrin was it. Not only that, but it was a massive target for the Martians and they needed every witch they could get to protect it.

And every pilot.

Dammit.
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>>35254555
so glad you are back, no one does cliffhangers quite like you nowadays.

also AWiY update ever?
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Not mention that somewhere in this castle, her little sister Lynnette-

"Geneveve?" Came a soft voice from the doorway. It had been nearly a year since she'd heard the voice in person, so it took a moment for her mind to put things together, long enough that the girl was able to spring forward. "GENEVEVE!"

As recognition finally flowed across her mind, Genie had hardly enough time to stand before her younger sister, Lynnette burst forward to envelope her in a spring, flying rugby tackle of a hug. It was all she could do to turn the momentum into a spin, Lynne's feet flying outwards before being set back down!

"Lynne!" Genie Bishop could barely speak, so she sufficed for just repeating her sisters name and holding back tears, while enveloping her in a hug. Finally she extracted herself from the hug, holding her sisters shoulders. "You're okay?"

Lynnette smiled, nodding. "Why are you here?" She finally said, confused."What happened to Alexandria?" She asked.

"They've assigned the 512th to England- we're to help with defending London and Barrin." Lynnette looked hopeful, but it would be better to let her down now. "We're assigned to a field further north."

Lynnette only showed her disappointment for a moment before lighting up again. "C'mon! I'll show you around!" As she took her older sister by the hand and dragged her towards the hallway, the reunion was interrupted by a low, ominous hissssss.
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>>35254595
holy fuck if people are actually still around to read it very much yes

also just thinking about how long its been I want to kill myself with a spork
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>>35254731
We're still here.
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>>35254731
>being this surprised people want to read your quests

http://strawpoll.me/2688405/r
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>>35254603
>the reunion was interrupted by a low, ominous hissssss.
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>>35254731
Man there is plenty of people waiting for that.

Also;
>[x] Doubt
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>>35254603
>>35254751
HE COMES.
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>>35254773
I have that fucking thing nearly done and just haven't gotten around to finishing it
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>>35254731
OF COURSE PEOPLE WANTVTO READ YOUR SHIT

STOP ACTING LIKE KOTA YOU FAGHST
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Hey, does anyone remember the status of the Middle East in SWQ? I seem to recall that many of the aliums’ landings concentrated on cities that had been continuously inhabited for centuries, and cities like Jerusalem, Tehran, etc. would be prime targets under that criterion. I’m trying to put together some write-faggotry set in the area, but I need help sorting out which areas are in human hands and which are firmly clasped by Squid tentacles.
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>>35254826
Maybe you should finish it then!
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Well. That was a bit of a cliffhanger.

And here's Chapter 15, as promised!
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>>35254862

Closest we've got is NATO and Egypt- mainly a shooting gallery over the Med and the Martians control the Suez.
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As his ears rang, Mackintosh feared for his life. He thought of his family back home who he hadn't seen since mid 1941. He thought of his sister, who he last saw holding the Malay Barrier nine months ago. And he thought of the French girl who had so suddenly come into his life, and how sad he was that he would never see her again. Those thoughts ran through his head for what seemed like an eternity while he waited for his demise, a demise that seemed to be taking its sweet time in coming. This suddenly grabbed all his attention. How rude! You'd think the Martians would have the base decency to at least get it over with! With that thought galvanized in his mind, Mackintosh forced his eye open. A death this impolite didn't deserve to take him scared.

The sight that greeted him was one both extremely familiar and utterly alien: Admiral Lee was standing in front of the helm with his arms outstretched, a brilliant white circle hanging motionless in the air in front of him. Mackintosh's eye went wide. Even as he watched the geometric patterns on the shield slowly dance, it seemed to steadily grow dimmer with each passing second. One last flicker, and it was gone. As soon as it faded, Admiral Lee fell to the deck clutching at his heart.
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>>35254895
Mackintosh shook himself out of his shock as he jumped to his feet. He was by Lee's side in an instant. His words came out in a stutter as he tried to help the old man up. “Admiral! What...what on Earth-”

“Over-strained my heart,” grunted Admiral Lee. “I used too much magic putting that shield up. Couldn't let anything get through. Ama-argh!” Admiral Lee sucked in a breath with a painful strain. “Amateur mistake. Not that it did much good...”

For the first time, Mackintosh looked around at the conning tower. He was horrified by what he saw: There was nobody left alive. The interior walls were covered in freezing blood, the crew reduced to piles of crimson rags. What had been the nerve center of a mighty warship only moments before was reduced to a charnel house. A cough snatched Mackintosh's attention; not everyone was dead. The quartermaster coughed again from where he lay on the deck, wounded and unconscious, but alive.

“Okay...okay...” breathed the navigator. “You can still do this sir. You can still do this! I'll call sickbay!” His voice began to get more and more frantic. “I'll call sickbay, and they'll send a team up here and you can fix this! Everything will be fine! You can fi-”
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>>35254910
Mackintosh was cut off by Admiral Lee suddenly jerking down on his tie. “LIEUTENANT!” roared the Admiral into Mackintosh's face, “Pull yourself together! Do I LOOK like I'm in any position to do anything?” His grip on Mackintosh's tie slipped as he fell into another coughing fit. “Look around you. You're the only one who's in position to do anything about this. So do it! Go to the bridge and take command there!” Mackintosh stood dumbstruck for a few heartbeats more. “GO! That's an order, Lieutenant! Get moving!”

That snapped Mackintosh out of it. Fighting against the list of the ship, he pulled himself to his feet and made for the hatch. One slip into the bulkhead later, and he was out. Over the wind cold Baltic wind, he still heard Admiral Lee shout “DON'T GIVE UP THE SHIP!”

***

The wall of heat from the fire immediately aft hit him like a bat, but he shook it off and bolted for the ladder to the bridge. He didn't have to go far before he ran into a damage control team making for the conning tower. They ground to halt as soon as they saw him. “Lieu-!”

“No time!” Mackintosh said as he cut the petty officer off. “You, get to the conning tower! It's wrecked, and Admiral Lee is down and needs medical attention! You two!” He pointed to two seaman on the team, “With me! We need to get to the bridge and take control of the ship!”

“But Lieutenant!” insisted the petty officer. “Look at yourself! YOU need medical attention!”
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>>35254731
Yes! people fucking love AWiY. I still checked it every other month in case you came back.

Your last thread(27) still gets replies from people that read it on the archive or lamenting your disappearance.
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>>35254932
>http://strawpoll.me/2688405/r
What is this AWiY? Link?
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>>35254928
Mackintosh looked at his shirt for the first time...and snapped his head back up. “It's not my blood,” he said as he made every effort to not look down at the massive bloodstain covering most of his torso. “Other people need that help more. Get moving!”

With one last look, the majority of the team made of the conning tower while Mackintosh and the other two men headed for the bridge. The lookout posted there was surprised to see an officer and two enlisted men burst in, but immediately set to work readying the bridge for action once again. By the time Mackintosh had plopped his helmet on his head, a man was on the wheel and they once again had some control over the wounded battleship.

“Helm, right full rudder!” he ordered as the striker hooked up his headset. “Head for that squall! Signals! Raise the Pillsbury and the Blue, we're getting the hell out of here!”

On cue, the two destroyers alongside the California began to belch thick black smoke from their stacks, obscuring the battleship as she made her escape. A minute more, and she was hidden in the pouring rain.
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>>35254947
***

The commander of Baker flumped in pride. “Oh, you pathetic manlings. You think you'll be able to use my OWN TRICK on me?” He keyed in more orders to his ship. “Propulsion, take us in after them. I smell blood in the pool, and I want to mount Forty-Four's commander's head on my w-”

A massive crash and the sound of rending metal cut him off as his dreadnaught violently rocked to one side. Baker's commander even managed to squeek in surprise as he was flung from his command pod. “WHAT IN THE SEVEN PITS WAS THAT?!”

Security had to shake his body to make sure what he was seeing was right. “There's a human ship lodged in our side, sir!”

“WHAT?!”

“One of their smaller attack craft! It came out of nowhere and rammed us!” An explosion thundered aft of the control room. “It's attacking! Marines are holding off boarders for now!”

The commander snarled a horrible psychic snarl. “Oh, I do not have TIME for this!” He slid forward and bodily shoved the propulsion officer out of the way. Keying the console, he brought the maglev drives up to full elevation. The results were immediate: the human warship aft was not stuck very far in. It raised up for a distance with the dreadnaught before sliding out and over on its side. The commander grinned as he made his way back to his pod. “Weaponry, full blast on that annoyance. I don't want anything left. Propulsion! Bring us back down to water level and resume the chase. I want Forty-Four, is that clear?”

“Yes, Your Eminence!”
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>>35254961
***

Mackintosh breathed hard. He was safe, for the moment. As far as the Navy knew, the Martian's radar was under the same limitations as his own. As long as he stayed in the squall, they couldn't pick his ship out unless they were right next to it.

“Commander?”

Mackintosh looked up. It was the damage control petty officer from before. “What? I'm not a commander.”

“The Admiral's last orders, sir,” the man solemnly replied. “You are to be bevetted up to Lieutenant Commander, and named acting commander of this ship.”

Mackintosh was thunderstruck for a moment. “Impossible,” he breathed, “There have to be superior officers left. What about the Chief Engineer?”

“Dead,” a soot-covered new arrival announced. “I just came from the engine room. The Chief went to contain the damage after the torpedo hit, walked right into a high pressure steam leak,” He shuddered at the memory. “The Third sent me up as a runner: Turbine 1 is out of commission. The torpedo knocked it lose. Power is being given to the two outboard screws, but you're at half speed and power for the time being,” He sighs. “The torpedo bulkheads held, however. There's no flooding in the engine room,” He saluted and turned to go. “By your leave, Commander.”

“I can't say the same for the main guns,” reported the petty officer. “That torpedo hit hurt. The shell hoists are out of commission.”
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>>35254945
ctrl+f update when
google search.
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>>35254988
“And the magazine?” inquired Mackintosh.

“When they didn't hear anything from the conning tower, the ensign in command ordered it flooded. This is, of course on top of the flooding already up forward which is still not under full control”

Mackintosh cursed under his breath. All of that added up to the forward main battery being limited to whatever shells they had inside their turrets. All he could actually count on was that they had one last salvo loaded in their guns.

“The fire?”

“Still burning hot. We're trying to push it back enough to get the wounded out,” He grimaced. “What wounded we can find.”

Mackintosh dismissed the man with a salute and let him and his team get back to their work. With a groan, he pulled himself over to the chart table and began to plot the positions of the major combatants as he last remembered them relative to him. As he stared at the chart, the weight of what he'd been thrust into finally came down hard on his shoulders: the survival of this ship depended on him. As of right now, the lives of all 1500 souls onboard were his responsibility. He had to safely get this ship out of the fight so it could fight another day.

He swallowed hard. Even though the California was a battleship, she was badly wounded. She wouldn't survive another direct confrontation with the enemy. He looked over the chart once more. “If Baker was here, and Charlie was finished off by the Marat, than THIS should get us out!” He looked up. “Helm! Come right! We're not dead yet.
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>>35255011
***

The next ten minutes were some of the most harrowing of his life. Damage reports kept coming in; the fire in the casemates was nowhere near being contained, and the hole up forward was causing the ship to be down 10 feet by the head. Mackintosh kept expecting a dreadnaught to hove out of the rain right in front of him; a dark specter of death come to claim him and his ship. But it never came. With a force of will, he kept himself focused on conning his ship. After one last turn in the squall, the California broke clear...and Mackintosh's heart fell out from under him.

He forgot about Able.

Not a mile away, the last Martian dreadnaught was sailing practically perpendicular to him, apparently just as surprised as he was to see the enemy so close. He only had seconds before their masers opened up and finished him off.

“...guns,” he whispered.

“Sir?”

“Guns. GUNS!” he roared. “FORE BATTERY, FIRE AT WILL! SINK THAT SON OF A BITCH! OPEN FI-”

Everything he said after that was cut off as the forward six 14-inch guns opened up, needing no more encouragement.

Dreadnaught “Able” was at point-blank range and didn't have any time to react. The California won the race for life. All six of the massive shells struck home, but they only needed one: one of them passed cleanly through the reactor room. With a massive *CRACK*, the Martian ship detonated and sent a mushroom cloud into the sky.
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>>35254731
Wiz-anon rekindled my love of wizards. Please finish based PlaneDemeFag.
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>>35255028
***

Mackintosh didn't even have time to celebrate. Right as the cheer was forming in his throat, his lookouts screamed another warning: Baker was moving in for the kill. It was gliding in on his vulnerable bow, its masers already trained on the stricken ship. The California's two escorting destroyers had been left behind in the rain. The turrets up forward had expended their last shells and the guns aft couldn't train enough to shoot at the threat. There was nothing he could do. Mackintosh just stared in horror as his demise came for him and his ship.

The shell splashes that bracketed Baker came as a massive surprise.
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>>35255062
***

The commander of Baker didn't say anything. When Forty-Four broke out of the mist, he knew that Able was done for. He watched in cold silence as the ship his cadet-comrade commanded vented itself into atmosphere. He was about to come in for the kill when the splashes came. A quick radar scan revealed the source: a large human warship coming from the east.

His crew looked to him. “Eminence?”

He knew what he had to do. He keyed the Abandon ship alarm. “All aboard, to the evacuation pods! This is not a drill!”

“Eminence!”

“I SAID TO THE PODS! GO!”

The bridge crew needed no further encouragement. The made out as quickly as they could. The commander stayed for a few moments more, staring at the screen as the massive splashes got closer and closer. Forty-Four. FUCKING Forty-Four. The ship had to be a fucking curse, no other way could it escape destruction again and again AND AGAIN to thwart the Red Planet's plans. Even Damned Intervention came to its aid. He snarled at it for a second more, and made for his escape from his doomed ship.
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>>35255087
***

“It's the Soyuz!” shouted the Soviet signalman who had somehow escaped death. “It's the Sovietsky Soyuz! Admiral Kuznetsov came to save us!” He began to jump and shout in joy, and the bridge crew couldn't help but join him.

The modern Soviet battleship made quick work of the remaining dreadnaught, and the reinforcements that accompanied her began to drive off what was left of the minor Martian opposition. After five minutes, “Baker” slipped underneath the waves. The Second Battle of Gangut was finally over.

Mackintosh breathed easy for the first time in hours. The fight against the Martians was over, but the fight to save his ship still raged. With a quick order, he once again brought his ship into the wind so they could fight the fire that still burned aboard.

Mackintosh was finally beginning to focus on damage control and was about to signal his destroyers for aid once again when the lookout's shriek cut through the bridge. “SIR! Martian small craft close off the port bow!”

“What?!” Mackintosh brought his binoculars up to his eye in an instant. It didn't take much searching to find: a Martian lifeboat, full of squids, all of them armed. And it was heading right for him. And with the bow already down and listing from the torpedo hit...

Mackintosh swallowed hard. There was nobody on deck forward; the bow was cleared for surface action. He turned and made for the PA horn, keyed it on, and spoke the words no commanding officer ever wants to say.

“All hands, prepare to repel boarders!”
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>>35255119
And that's all for tonight! Here's the pastebin:

http://pastebin.com/Vsp4FF6H

Questions, comments, whatever?
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>>35255128
Need to reread the rest of this, been so long
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>>35255128
three writefags leaving us with cliffhangers.
fuck y'all.
(I kid)
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>>35255119
>Sovietsky Soyuz

Yes

YES


YYYEEEEESSSSDDDD
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>>35254895
>Gnome making a shield

Nigga what.
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>>35254862
TWQ had a bit of middle east info in it about half way through or so. We trained some saudi troops I think it was.
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>>35255400
You're thinking 89' tonks
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>>35255418
Yeah, shoulda made that clear.
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>mfw I just barely, BARELY missed the quest episode ending

Stupid ISP issues.
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>>35255295
Probably has a crazy powerful focus.
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>>35256113
That sort of power can't go unpunished in some way.
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>>35256204
Presumably why he's collapsed unconscious immediately after using it.



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