>>35468875
In the future, it might be a good idea to have your opener, at least, pre-written.
Just a thought.

“Seriously, though. I can't. I just can't.” Your hands ramble around meaninglessly. These worthless hands. You stare down at one of them which is covered in elmers glue from when you'd accidentally ripped a page or nine.

“I'm so fucked up.”

With a long sigh, Karen lowers the tablet and stares at you.

The sudden and violent buzzing of a rather specialized communication device catches you by such surprise that you actually almost jump in your seat. But you don't, because nothing catches the iceman by surprise.

And if it does, it doesn't live to tell anything that it did.

You're waifu reaches for the black brick of a talkbox, but you are two steps quicker and a thousand times more bored.

Plus with that belly she really couldn't keep up with your end zone dive.

Though she opens her mouth to protest, you've already thumbed a series of buttons and slapped the gadget to the side of your head, listening intently.

Boredom quickly fading.

“Yes. Right. Really now? Oh no, color me interested for sure. Yeah, send them, I'll give them a look asap. Good. Good. Later, Commander.”

Karin stares uneasily at you as a crazy fire bursts in your eyes and a wicked smile creeps across your lips.

Finally, something to do.

>>35469015
>Karen

I'm so fucked up.

Karin.

>>35468992
There's no time for pre-writing. I don't have that much rum.

<Sulla>

As a few members of a support unit attempt the heimlich on one of their choking mechanics, you stare across the small white table at the mantisuccucore seated in front of you.

The girl, who even until now, had said next to nothing. To you, at least.

So you had been nearly as shocked as the currently retching mechanic when she had sought you out at mess. A bit more so when she had seen fit to partake in your own cup of milk.

More even when she had finally declared, “You. I like you.”

You aren't quite sure how to address that.

[ ] She likely means in a normal, platonic way. Treat her like an officer treats one of their soldiers.

[ ] You aren't sure what she means but this isn't the place for it

[ ] You're not sure if Mara is trying to signal you or if she is having a minor seizure

[ ] Other

>>35469127
>[ ] You aren't sure what she means but this isn't the place for it
>[ ] Also get back milk

DAMN MILK THIEF!

>I don't have that much rum.
Short run then?

>>35469127

[X] SHE WANTS TO FUCK THAT JETBIKE SHOW HER WHATFOR

>>35469127
[ ] She likely means in a normal, platonic way. Treat her like an officer treats one of their soldiers.

>>35469127
>You're not sure if Mara is trying to signal you or if you're having a seizure

You don't need your very precise, very attuned senses to feel the shocked stares of dozens of pairs of eyes. You aren't removed enough from your social skills to know that no matter the meaning behind it, the mess hall is a poor place for this conversation.

Pushing the chair back, you rise you a rather impressive height, leaning slightly over the table. Kukri doesn't object as you reach across and carefully but firmly take your cup of milk from her deft hands. For her part, she just seems a bit bemused. Though when you nod your head slightly toward the doors at the far end of the room, she shows she understands.

Despite the weight of all the gazes, you make no acknowledgment. Simply striding with your long gait toward the doors before pushing your way out into the fresh afternoon sun. Though you've been awake for quite some time now, you don't feel tired, and the sun doesn't bother you.
Thankfully, for a moment, you find yourself alone.

“I didn't think you spoke much.” You comment as you turn toward the tailing girl, her shirt billowing slightly in a stiff breeze.

“I don't. Much.”

Your brief time alone with the rather savage Alpha team member is brought to an abrupt stop as Mara, another team member, comes almost flying out of the doors to the mess hall.

“Ah,” Kukri glances over, “Mara.”

Outside and by herself, the arachne looks even smaller than she had the first time you had seen her. Though the legs under her are without a doubt powerful, they are quite compact, as is her entire frame. Springy might be how you would describe it. Like she was only ever a second away from pouncing.

“Ahh...” Mara puts a hand to Kukri's forehead.

“Ahhhh....” She glances up at you, then back at Kukri.

“Well you don't feel feverish. Are you alright?”

The manticore/succubus tilts her head slightly, brow knitting.

“I'm fine. Why is everybody acting so weird?”

“That... That's...” Mara appears lost for words as her two main eyes seem to dart around as if scouring the landscape for an answer. Her other eyes so small as to appear as little more than blue dots.

“He let me chop them. I like him.” Kukri's voice is still rather monotone, though her tail moves from side to side as if excited a bit.

You look to Mara, as you're clearly not in the know about something here. A point the arachne catches on to quickly.

“Right, I guess you wouldn't know, would you? We uh... We usually try to stop her before she makes a uhh... Mess... But yeah nobody probably told you. Sorry.” She scratches her short claws against the back of her head, looking rather embarrassed.

>talk/question/action

>>35469238
>Short run then?
We'll see how things go. I'd intended for earlier in the week and earlier in the day but my schedule has been a bitch.

>>35469648
>[ ] Huh?

No, really. Kukri did her job. Killed the enemy, captured the target. Mission accomplished. Job well done. If I had to guess, I would say most mission ended kinda bloody for our guys old unit. Maybe not as bloody but still, wolves, going to be a bit of blood.

Though, I find myself at lost to talk about.... I guess it isn't normal for Kukri to be talking this much.

I know ask Mara about how the other side of the mission went taking down those guys at the drop and picking up the slaves or whatever they were.

>>35469740
Any run is better than no run, boss.

>>35469648
Let her know that its fine, though we didn't expect her to end up literally soaked. Ask if she's gotten around to resharpening her knife.

Ask Mara how the rest of the mission on their end went.

>>35469648
Its all good, I wanted them chopped.

“Well, I don't mind a bit of blood.” You look between the two of them, Mara looking uneasy and Kukri seemingly annoyed to have anyone trying to put a damper on her.

Truthfully, with all the things you've seen, that scene in the top floor of the last mission hadn't really thrown you off. Wolves are, at the end of the day, predators. If a bit of blood and brains phased you, you'd have never made a DIRE slot.

“We went in and got the job done. Beyond that, it's not my place to judge. We're not some Federation agency. If she wants to chop up a few dead goats, I'm not going to stop her.”

“That...” Mara trails off, a bit lost for words, apparently.

Kukri's mouth twitches in a small smile.

“In any case, that's in the past. I'm more interested in how your end of the mission went. I know debriefing is later, but I'd rather hear it now.”

Mara opens her mouth, before it closes slowly and her gaze falls away from you.

You might not be an expert conversationalist, but you know that body language.

Though after that pause, Mara finally starts filling you in.

“What we found wasn't much. These goats may not have been as stupid as we'd hoped. It was a middle ground, a safe house. The guards there low on the chain and not in the know.” Mara's hands clasp around her biceps as though cold, despite the rather warm weather outside.

“The few goats that survived don't appear to know much of anything. They get paid to run slaves, but they don't seem to know who pays their paymaster. While we managed to rescue the remaining hostages... There were more.”

Those two large, deep blue eyes rise again to look right at you.

“A lot more.”

>>35469990

she mad

Eighty had been the final count. Of those, only thirty seven were not carefully and somberly lowered into body bags and handed to a FU military morgue for identification.

“It was the smell...” Mara remains staring toward the treeline.

You had stopped her earlier and sought out a few chairs in the summer sun. A skilled gunfighter she may well be, but you had quickly ascertained the arachne wasn't as seasoned concerning these things as perhaps you and Kukri.

“I've never smelled something like that before. Sure there were casualties in the war and here in Alpha, but... It was the smell...”

Kukri appears unperturbed as she halfheartedly continues to sharpen what must by now be a razor edge.

“They were chained together, in that room. The living and the dead. I opened the door, but that smell...”

You're spared what would undoubtedly be a poor job counseling the arachne by footfalls from behind you. A DIRE member you might have been, but Wolves in any place were not known for their empathy or their interpersonal skills. Helping anyone with something like this had never been in your training.

You recognize the man approaching as Squeal, the pig-man who had barraged you with his lunch upon your first meeting with Alpha. Even now, he doesn't exactly seem pleased to see you.

“Mara, Commander says to go see the doc for that leg. Says she'll listen to you.” Squeal appears a bit more personable than your roughness as he gingerly pats the arachne once on the shoulder before she rises to follow him.

“Kukri, Wolf, Commander says to meet him in the brig in fifteen. Time Billy starts spilling the beans.” He starts walking off before stopping as though suddenly remembering something as he turns back to look at you.

“Says to put your armor on, Wolf.”

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>>35470250
Yes! Haven't managed to be in these threads in years, it feels like.

Tried to fix the man-face, but she doesn't really look like the feminine woman you drew.

Though you had wondered if Kukri would perhaps follow you, and if she did how to address that, the knife-wielding succucore heads off in a different direction, leaving you alone.

It isn't far to your little shack and its dim interior, and nobody tries to stop you to talk along the way.

The generator thrumming along outside drowns out what little other noise there is in the camp. Nobody seems too boisterous today.

Removing your powerarmor from the charger, you get to attaching it piece by piece as you've done hundreds of times now. Though much of the paint is gone and the metal is littered with dings and scuffs, the DIRE suit feels as much a second skin as when you had first put it on.

A few blinks.

A softly spoken name.

And your armor recognizes the passwords and boots to life. You glance at the time and see you still have a few minutes to yourself.

“Open video archive.”

A menu appears in your HUD.

“Load one dash one. Play.”

>>35470427
What's good, Artwizard?

It seriously might have been a year at this point, I've been a piece of shit for a while now.

I like the vest and the fluffyness. I don't know how/why my mental image of Kukri came out with her dressed in string but I'm half-done with another drawing of her and it happened again.

Yours looks more like she'd probably actually look if she were capable of cutting things to giblets.


[October 22, 2025]
[Southern Front]
[Operation: Counter]
[DIRE Team “Timber”]

The rotorcraft bucks and bounces underneath you as it weaves its way through uncertain, tremulous air. Each of the massive black blades swirling the thin snow as it chops its way through the dusk sky.

From here, you've a perfect view of the front.

Against the darkening backdrop of burning buildings, the light dances across a landscape of craters and debris. Tracers arc into the sky, carving brilliant slices toward targets unseen.

Behind you the left side door gunner rips off a long, clattering burst from his heavy machinegun. Another and another and another. The rounds zipping off into the far distance below.

The pilot banks hard in answer to a line of tracers that spit just a bit too close to the craft for his liking. All you can do is grip the handle above your head and brace.

But your luck seems to hold and the Gladius helicopter carries on toward a few green flares burning bright even against the hell beyond.

This isn't your first taste of the war.

And it wont be your last, if you have any say in the matter.

“DIRE, prepare to drop.” Crackles the copilot through your communications suite.

Already anticipating the ready order, you close the visor of your helmet and quickly drop down the abbreviated systems data on your HUD with a glance.

>>35470582
>I don't know how/why my mental image of Kukri came out with her dressed in string but I'm half-done with another drawing of her and it happened again.
Your brain wants what your brain wants

oh shit papa n is back
first planefag now you
its like its 2012 again

Exoskeleton: Green
Armor: Green
Sensors: Green
Medical: Green
Primary Systems: Green
Secondary Systems: Green
Armament: Green
Ammunition Primary: 600/600 (T38B) 6.1x30 150rd helical drum
Ammunition Secondary: 50/50 (HH:M) 15mm 10rd magazine
Power: 97% (Charging)

Reaching to the cable at your front, you disconnect the charger, the cable slinking back as it's retracted into the side of the rumbling craft.

“Ten seconds.”

Letting go of the handhold above you as the ramp behind you drops, you don't bother turning around as you take a few steps back. You simply know when you're at the edge.

Reaching up again, you find the two handles to the drop blade and grasp them tightly.

“Good luck, DIRE.”

You nod.

“Dropping!”

With a sudden lurch you're ejected outward from the rear of the craft, clutching tight to the drop blade as you spin and fall.

Above you, the blade finally ignites in a blaze as a multitude of stabilizing thrusters fire to life all at once. The spin of your descent is abruptly put to a halt and instead you begin a fast glide toward the ground below, thrusters burning hot to slow you as much as they can.

You control the quick descent toward the dark earth below, thumbing the controls of the drop blade to avoid rubble and craters in search of relatively flat ground.

Some fifty feet from the ground the top of the blade is blown off as the chute pops. The thrusters roaring even hotter and louder now.

At ten feet, you simply let go.

With powerful legs under you and gravel beneath, you slide, extending your arms for balance, still traveling quite fast.

>>35470582
Life is good, man. Got my illnesses medicated now and slowly getting better.

Haven't really been drawing as much as I used to do when you ran threads last time.

But yeah, getting better and having dreams for future again. Hope you aren't feeling too bad, we all have bad patches in our lives.

After some thirty feet you finally grind to a halt, planting a knee on the earth below and drawing one long, deep breath, fresh scars adorning the anti-spectrum coat on your otherwise immaculate new armor. Blade drops are always a bit of a rush. Your first time off the training grounds even more so. From drop altitude to boots on the ground in less than 20 seconds, it never does get old.

Though you've no doubt your thundering heart has less to do with the drop and more to do with your long anticipated induction into the DIRE teams. You've worked hard for this. Through the blood and the sweat and the tears. Now begins your time.

“Timber Six, on the ground.” You offer to the dusty silence.

Through the swirling of it all, your keen eyes pick up movement. Though your perked ears had already found the footsteps, amplified by the internal systems of your armor.

And you could smell them before you'd even hit the ground.

Wolves.

Not just the rabble of werewolves scampering across no mans land, blasting away with their crude old-world weaponry but the real deal. Faster, harder, deadlier than any of the grunts could ever hope to be. Dire wolves.

“Flashy entrance, Six. How'd you arrive to the team, Cass? Don't quite remember.” A gruff, weathered, graveled voice.

“Shot my way through the Twin Pine forest during the Phoenix offensive. That was before it was burned to the ground.” This voice lithe, seasoned, and female. “I think he's got you beat, Bacchus. Everybody's been in a plane crash once or twice.”

>>35470850
Good that things have started turning back around for the both of us. I'm really hoping these better times are here to stay. Still don't have much free time now that I have a real job again but it can't be helped.

>>35471045

dont get shot again please

>>35471045
Once is enough, I don't care to repeat that experience. I was a trigger discipline Nazi before that and now I might be a bit insufferable to those at the range who are a bit less caring. Though thankfully the people I'm working with again all share my sentiment on fingerfucking triggers.

“Was just a matter of time. Fresh meat never lasts long, anyways. Just watch, the next piece will get here surfing a tank after this one gets himself dead.” The voice you assume is Bacchus grunts.

You stand to your full and rather impressive six eight height as five armor-clad figures stop in front of you, sizing you up through darkened visors.

The one with a D18 rifle resting in the crook of his arm takes a step past the rest of them.

“Welcome to Timber team...”

“Sulla.” You offer.

“We don't want to know your name yet, puppy. You have to actually make it through a few missions to have a name.” The female voice coming through your systems, but you can already see which of the five she is. Shorter, lighter, likely no less deadly than the other four with her. Especially with that MK2 4 gauge shotgun. You've seen what that beast is capable of reaping with its flechettes and slugs and grenades, and you'd hate to be on the receiving end, armor or no.

“And don't think that's easy,” Bacchus adds, “We've had three nameless six's before you. After tonight they'll probably be sending us a fifth.”

“Alright, enough of the chatter.” The DIRE member with the D18 turns slightly back toward the rest of his team. And you can already tell it's his team. “Hope you're geared up and ready, Six. Mission starts now.”

“The last six made it through just one mission. Maybe you can do better, hmm?” The voice you recognize as Cass, the only female member of Timber, laughs.

“We'll just have to wait and see. Good luck, puppy.”

<<

>

“Good luck, puppy.”

<<

>

“Good luck, puppy.”

You stop rewinding the video and instead give the command to exit the archive. The watch had quickly eaten up what little time you'd had left, leaving you with just enough to go meet the Commander and see what it is that Billy has to say.

You open your visor and leave it up as you make your way back through the camp toward a building with a noticeable presence of standing guards and wire fence. While you aren't sure that is indeed the brig, you have a pretty good gut instinct.

And a quick whiff is enough to pick up that nasty goat scent and immediately wish you hadn't.

The guards outside, while giving you a few looks, make no effort to stop you outside.

Must be the place.

Through the first row of stacked razor wire, you spot someone you'd seen before. What was her name? Seluth, maybe?

The Ryu girl gives off no token flame as she stares at you rather coldly. You know what a Ryu is capable of with those powerful claws, thick tail, and alarming magical prowess. Not to mention their fire breathing. It's likely she wouldn't even need the carbine on her chest, the weapon pressing into her rather endowed self.

Behind a few stray crimson locks of hair, fiery eyes seem ti size you up, armor and all. You can tell a few things about her through those eyes.

She has absolutely zero trust toward you. She has seen more than her fair share of the frontlines and it has long since stopped bothering her, if it ever had. She is fairly confident she could take you if it came to it.

And through that all, you can tell that she was told to wait for you here. And she didn't like it.

>talk/question/action

>>35471222
"Commander said to meet here wearing my armor, what's the play?"

>>35471222

"sleuth." nod in greet to her.

>>35471222
She doesn't like us. Oh no.

I'm trying to come up with a joke, but drawing blanks. Call her hot stuff and then >>35471256

That either breaks the ice or breaks us. I'm a ladies man, you see!

>>35471222
I doubt we'll win her over with pretty words or jokes so just greet and ask what the score is.

>>35471369
Jokes are for us. Also, it might end in hue.

>>35471412

it'll end in us getting burnt i'd rather not.

>>35471412
Considering she doesn't seem to be in the joking mood. I rather avoid that awkwardness. She already hates the idea having to wait for us so the least we can do is get the show moving.

>>35471435
>>35471447
Yeah, maybe. It's a slow thread.

“Seluth, right? Commander wanted me here geared up. He inside?” You tilt your head toward the cinderblock building inside a second perimeter of razor sharp wire fence.

The Ryu watches you for several long moments without replying, as if expecting you to squirm uncomfortably or something, perhaps. Unfortunately for her, she doesn't seem to know wolves all that well. Even that seems to annoy her, which she attempts to cover up by brushing a few strands of long hair away from her face, looping them around one horn.

“He's inside, but it must not be going well.” She follows your eyes to the door of the structure.

“Why's that?”

“They don't ask for me if an interrogation is going well.” Her eyes shift back toward you.

“A bit of hot sauce for when they stop talking?” One of your better attempts at a joke.

“Hot sauce?” For some strange reason those words seem to perk her interest. Her expression changing a few times from deep thought to intrigued contemplation before her gaze locks back on you.

“Do you like hot sauce?” She asks, all prior coldness suddenly disappeared.

Which catches you on your off foot.

“I think most wolves do?” You offer, unsure at what direction this conversation has suddenly taken.

“Hmm...” Her eyes drift away toward one of the other buildings. What served as a kitchen for this place, if you remember right.

One of her clawed fingers rubs lightly at her lip as the Ryu appears to have completely forgotten everything else as she thinks hard on something.

The brief moment of whatever is happening (you're quite unsure) ends when the door to the brig is unlocked and opened from the inside. Stepping out is the Commander, flanked by two guards. All of them look tired and irked, except for the commander, who's mask hides any emotion.

>>35471488
She wants to OD us on hot sauce?

>>35471526

our mouth is gonna burn

The masked man stops just shy of you and Seluth, the two guards having stayed behind at the entrance. Both of them now digging through vest pockets for cigarettes.

“The usual?” Seluth asks.

“Hah.” The Commander grunts, “Like trying to wring water from a stone. He might be a piece of shit zealot, but he's been educated somewhere. Could have been pre-event America, maybe, he won't say. In any case, good cop isn't working, he wants a lawyer.”

“Does he know we aren't government?” The Ryu tilts her head.

“Doesn't seem to. Perhaps you'd care to explain that to him. Take Sulla with you, that alone might get him talking.” The Commander looks back once toward the entrance to the brig before starting to walk toward the only exit through the razor wire.

Though he stops next to you.

“Whatever happens in there, just remember what this man has done. Remember what we're trying to do here.” He looks toward Seluth as the Ryu begins slithering toward the brig entrance.

“I'll tell you now, but she's the bad cop.” The Commander offers that last piece of advice before finally stepping past you.

Seluth stops in the doorway, turning her head to glance back at you.

“C'mon, wolf-boy. I'll give you the first crack at him.

>>35471526
>>35471541

No matter how hot it is. Eat it all.

Its rude to leave food like that.

>>35471117
given up armored car security?

Inside the brig, little more than the four slab cinderblock walls and a simple wooden table inside, sits Maqib Al-Zawari. Billy, as he's more commonly known. Goat, religious fanatic, terrorist group leader.

Behind you, Seluth slams the door shut, hard. The noise makes the goat flinch slightly, but he does his best to remain composed.

“So, you are my lawyer?” He asks, words so thick with accent they are practically dripping.

He doesn't so much as look at you, keeping his eyes straight on Seluth. That combined with an immediate smell of fear tells you volumes. He certainly hasn't forgotten the snatch operation. And he without a doubt knows what you are.

“Lawyer?” Seluth scowls as she moves to tower in front of him, holding herself a bit more aloft on that powerful tail than she had outside.

“No, I'm not your lawyer.” At the end of that last word, a small burst of flame crackles from her lips, which she licks.

“But if you don't start talking, I'll be your cook.”

For his part, the old goat does his best to appear calm and aloof. But you can immediately smell another spike of fear and hear his heart accelerate.

“But...” Seluth's blazing eyes turn back to you, “Maybe you can convince this wolf here to be your lawman?”

>talk/question/action

>>35471704

"I doubt he can afford my fees.

They cost an arm and a leg."

>>35471718
"wolves get hungry you know. besides, you havnt feasted till you have goat marrow."

>>35471704
If we aren't government, then what are we? The A-Team?

>>35471743

A Black Team

>>35471751
And what is a black team?

>>35471704
I'll second >>35471718

>>35471704
"Right now, I am the only thing keeping you out of the fire. Tell us what we want to know and it might stay that way."
>I can't remember what we wanted to know.

>>35471805
Oh yeah, I can't remember either. The hostages and their activities concerning those hostages could be a start, I guess?

>>35471652
I'm back doing armed security at a rather large industrial facility. They liked me enough to take me back which was great. It's a fun work environment.

>>35471743
Finally somebody makes the connection.

You're basically non-government forces out doing things that government forces can't do for one reason or another which will get expanded on as the story progresses.

>>35471805
>>35471826
The goats are trading hostages for large sums of money and in turn buying rocket trucks with said dosh.

>>35471826
We need names of individuals giving orders.

>>35468875
so, this is chapter 2? where is chapter 1?

>>35471880
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/35243214/

>>35471704
>>35471834
"Where are they getting their hostages from?"
"Why are they arming themselves so heavily?"
"Who is giving orders?"

These should do for now I guess?

>>35471880
I forgot to post the prior thread. Fuck.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/35243214/

And it's a spinoff of Generation A which can be found here

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Generation%20A

Stepping past Seluth until you're directly towering over Billy, you glower down at him, but the old goat does his best not to shy away.

“I can be your lawman. But I'm going to warn you, I charge an arm and a leg. Who are you selling those girls to?” You work the question right in.

“Fuck you. I want a lawyer.” The goat snarls as best he can manage.

“He still wants a lawyer.” You turn back toward Seluth.

The ensuing backhand catches you by surprise almost as much as it does Billy. The powerful clawed fist if Seluth slamming into the side of the goat's head, which sends him spilling out of the chair he is handcuffed to.

Groaning even as he spits out a wad of blood and several teeth, Billy contorts in pain on the ground, unable to grab at the torn flesh now adorning the side of his head.

“I guess you just don't get it by now.” Seluth grows, low and dangerous, as she pulls the goat back upright, shoving him against the chair he is now again seated upon.

“There are no lawyers here. We are not the FU. We don't work for the FU. Whether or not you die in this room here today is entirely dependent on how you start answering our questions. And unless your answers start getting a whole lot better, my friend here is going to be eating goat marrow soup with hot sauce before the sun is down.” Fire trickles from the crimson Ryu's mouth as she speaks, the flames leaving black marks on the concrete underfoot.

>>35471960
>The powerful clawed fist if Seluth
of Seluth.

Billy leans forward to spit another glob of blood to the floor, as if in answer to the flames. A goat he may well be, but he's a tough old one.

Placing both fists on the wooden table in front of you, you lean forward, placing your weight on the sagging boards.

“I'm not sure you're quite grasping the situation you're in. You aren't going to get a lawyer. There will not be a trial. Your only hope to survive this is to start talking, and quickly.”

The goat stares right back at you, unwavering.

“Who are you selling those girls to? Where are you getting them from? Who is selling you the trucks?” You ask as you stand back up and start to pace.

“I don't sell girls, I sell slaves,” He spits another gob of blood, “Pretty untainted young slaves. Fresh and ripe, oh so ripe. Perhaps I'll make one of you.” Billy sneers over toward Seluth.

The Ryu sighs, long and loud.

“Well, wolf-boy, you've had your chance. Guess nobody here is going to make this goat talk.” She shrugs, but lifts the table up and shoves it against the left wall.

The look in Billy's eyes shows that he actually thinks he has somehow won. As though he'd seen through the facade and known you were actually police or army.

The same eyes grow wide as Seluth grabs him roughly by the forehead and shoves him over on his back, the metal chair slamming down hard and abruptly.

“I don't know about you, wolf-boy, but I'm not patient.” Even as she talks, her powerful clawed hand wraps itself around the goat's left leg and wrenches it into the air. Billy grunts in pain but can't really struggle much more than that against her brute strength. Her other hand rips off the goat's right sandal and tosses it aside.

As you watch, momentarily stunned by her sudden action, Seluth raises the hoofed foot to face level.

“You don't want to talk yet? That's fine. You have plenty of pieces left to burn, and I'm not nearly as nice as our wolf friend here.”

A strange smell fills the room as the Ryu opens her mouth, red flames soaring forth and wrapping themselves around the exposed hoof of Billy. To you it smells like a combination of burning hair, burning plastic, and cooking flesh.

Billy's screams can be heard throughout the camp as the flesh of his leg begins to blacken.

>>35472204

whoa...

...she gets me hot under the collar.

Well I hate to end it after only a few hours but I'm practically falling asleep in my chair which doesn't bode well because my shift starts in less than three hours.

I'd planned on just pulling an all-niter and powering on through the shift but I don't think I can manage. Feels like I'm getting old.

Sorry it was so late and so short, but that's better than having to put it off for another few days. Ideally I want to start these threads around 5-8pm or some such.

I'll lurk for a few in case of questions/etc.

>>35472279
No worries Papa, thanks for the thread.

Any idea when the next will be?

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>>35472279
No worries, thanks for running.

>>35472279

thanks for running papa-n.

whens the next thread?

what would have happened if we moved in to save the hostages?

>>35472279
No worries mate. Thanks for the run.

>Feels like I'm getting old.
Don't you just love it?

>>35472279
Thanks for running!

>>35472279
Thanks for the run, ya snuck it up on me good thing I was randomly looking at /tg.

You gonna archive, if not I can do it again.

>>35472279
Thanks for the thread, man.

It really has been a long time since I've been this interested in drawing again. Have gotten rusty with no inspiration.

Hope ya have everything in order now, how's it going otherwise?

>>35472279
where've you been, man? I genuinely though you'd quit for months and months, but as soon as I give up checking your twitter, someone always mentions 'Papa-N is back' and the whole ride starts up again. but it's a good feel. wish you'd start up with Z&W again, but I get why you're holding off on that. besides, in the last two weeks a couple of old things I though were dead have started updating again, which is great
sorry, been drinking hot chocolate and Alberta Premium, rambling a bit. see you next thread and thank god you're back

>>35472296
>>35472313

Hopefully within this coming week. I have classes T/TH but I work every other day, a few 12+ hour shifts in there. We're working down several guys for various reasons so it's a bit of hell to pick up that slack.

>what would have happened if we moved in to save the hostages?
Big firefight. Lots of dying goats. Still some dead hostages. Second operation required against a goat mountain stronghold that would have gotten messy.

>>35472321
>Don't you just love it?
It is nothing short of terrifying. I used to be good for 48+, now I feel the need for a nap after a solid 12hr work day. And this work is much less draining for the most part than the armored car gig. Though with more overnight hour bullshit.

>>35472338
You did a great job with the last one.
>a werewolf in powerarmor operates with a new team only to have his milk stolen.
That innuendo is supreme.

>>35472392
>now I need a nap after a solid 12hr work day.
ftfy

But, yeah, that's where I'm at now. I used to be able to power through days no problem now I get home from work and crash on the couch for three hours before I feel human again. Getting old sucks and only gets worst. Though, the older you get the less fucks you need to give and getting away with not giving a fuck at all a lot of the time.

>Second operation required against a goat mountain stronghold that would have gotten messy.
That would have sucked.

>>35472392
what does the factory even make that justifies armed security or is it a place thing, being in shitland? my friggin factory sure as shit don't. but then again it's a plastics place out where the buses don't run

>>35472392

would we have gotten anything with the surviving hostages?

curious at what plot hookscwe might have missed.

>>35472482
My factory job only has guards with pepper sprays and batons, and they don't even carry them most of the time. But that's Finland, I suppose. I don't know any place that has armed guards, apart from military institutions and some government buildings.

>>35472356
>>35472387
I think I mentioned her before but I got back together with the Canuckastan girl after she basically kicked my ass back to some semblance of order. Really without her I doubt I would have ever been able to write again. She makes me pancakes and we do lewd things like hold hands while we watch football as I shitpost on /sp/.

I've been playing football with some dudes from work and other dudes but this knee injury is going to keep me out for a while. Got wrapped up at the legs and taken down pretty hard.

I tried to get back into questing before but between the blow and the drinking it was just never going to work out right. Circuit Decay is pretty much evidence of that.

As for Z&W I have a pretty decent idea of direction in mind and I do want to give it a proper conclusion.

>>35472530
>Circuit Decay
I totally forgot about that. About some super loli battle robot, right?

>>35472530
Tell her that some random dude from Finland wants to say thanks, man.

And speaking of Z&W:
https://yungbaebae.bandcamp.com/album/bae

Especially the Bae City Rollaz song hits all the good parts in my imaginations about Z&W.

>>35472471
>That would have sucked.
Yeah that entire sequence was supposed to either go the way it did or turn into a downward spiral of suck. I wanted it to be a shitty choice that had to be made.

>>35472487
>would we have gotten anything with the surviving hostages?
Lots of catatonic monstergrills.

>>35472482
>>35472520
All I'll really say is that someone with bad intentions could cause very bad things if allowed. We have glock 22s and I still dislike .40s&w overall and I'm not a huge glock guy either. Shotguns in the trucks, too.

>>35472556
With Walt Disney as the main antagonist.

Cocaine's a hellova drug.

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>>35472530
Well it's good to have you back, glad you've got shit a bit more under control.

>>35472603
>I wanted it to be a shitty choice that had to be made.
It was shitty but the right one. Going off being a bleeding heart and white knight trying to save everyone would have put people at risk that wasn't needed for little to no value at all.

>Cocaine's a hellova drug.
>"Oi mighty fine weatha out there for seven bong, innit? You looking at mah globbers ya kiddididla? Outta plonk ya one right inna face fur that, swear on me mum m8."

You can say that again. Just skimming through that thread again. Christ. Sadly I can still spot my post and I don't know why.

>>35472603
shit mang, had no idea about the coke problem. shit's evil, killed my uncle. glad to hear one of my countrywomen kicked your ass back into shape, good to hear things are getting better

>>35472392
Archive up.
Bleh couldn't think of anything as good this time, I'm tired.

>>35472575
I still haven't revealed that I write fapfiction on a Mongolian claymation imageboard to her yet.

I'll give those songs a listen when I wake back up.

It's good to finally be back.

And for anyone wishing for a faster paced and lighter vibe, I'm trying to shoot for MC2 being more of a GenA/HLQ feeling. We'll see how it goes.

Eventually HLQ is going to need to be revisited. Though I'd like to doodle out more of the grills before that. Here's a quick Niut that needs some more design to her character.

>>35472732
>fapfiction on a Mongolian claymation imageboard
wut?

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>>35472732
Guess I should post the image.

>>35472709
Yeah she did a good job but she's still a dirty Maple Leafs fan. Should be an interesting year and I just hope the Wings can save me from my state having otherwise master choke artists for sports teams.

>>35472718
>heat up
It's still there.

>>35472732
>And for anyone wishing for a faster paced and lighter vibe, I'm trying to shoot for MC2 being more of a GenA/HLQ feeling. We'll see how it goes.
I'm liking the vibes with MC1 with shit being real, where MC2 can play to a more lighthearted fantasy vibe before The Event.

I'm loving this so far.

>>35472775
You know?

masturbatorystory on a Taiwanese water painting imageboard.

>>35472808
wut?

>>35472829
Penisfrictionfiction on a Norwegian filmography imageboard. Right?

>>35472787
I agree nice to see both sides of your writing.

>>35472829
Hint: where are you at?

>>35472785
I know you've been busy and what not but you still working on that Eight vn?

>>35472894
>penisfrictionfiction
10/10

>>35472899
VN is probably dead but I'll roll all that text into his eventual quest

>>35472894
Ha!
>>35472939
Ah shame, but cool to see hes going to get his own quest with blackjack and hookers.

>>35472972
And genki girls. So many genki girls.

>>35472993
Hope everything works out well for you Papa!

>>35473034
I hope so too, I enjoy writing. See you all soon, imma get an hour nap in.

>>35473041
Night sweet prince