>Pastebin for those new to Muv-Luv: http://pastebin.com/LXDCyN2g>Twitter link: https://twitter.com/Raptor_Chan>Archives: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Muv-Luv%20Alternative%20QuestHome. Home was across an ocean, on a different continent in the middle of nowhere…. and really wasn’t anything special. Heligoland base wasn’t home. But it was close enough, and for the Marine squadrons in Europe, it was where we went back to at the end of the day, if you came back at all. But, here you were, still in one piece. You’re tired and about ready to snap, sure, but you are alive. Tea Drinking Station might not be the most luxurious or safest place to be deployed, but it sure as hell beat slumming in the FOB’s with the poor fuckers in the Army. At least you could count on a cot and some serious drinking tonight. You and Foss staggered out of your Avenger with half muffled swears and a bit of disgust as you finally got to experience the stench of dried and fried BETA up close. Flakes of dried blood actually got inside the cockpit itself as it opened. Pam would probably make you wash your Avenger down too, and boy, you weren’t looking forward to that. Fucking Pam. Now that you were outside, you had the whole picture of just what the hell your machine looked like after that battle, and boy, did it look rough. Bits of paint were scraped off from shrapnel and fragments of Destroyer carapace that had impacted it, but the armor is still pretty much pristine and untouched. Not a scratch had made it through to do anything more than a bit of superficial damage here and there. The cockpit and one of your Avenger’s arms was entirely covered in that red-purple color BETA blood dried into, thick and still smelling like garbage even a few hours after the fact. Bits and chunks of BETA were stuck to it too, and looking down towards the feet you could see something oozing out from under one of them.
>>47238762“I should tell Pam that she should see what happened to the other guy,” you grumble to Foss, before clapping your RIO on the back and making a beeline to try and escape the hanger before that force of nature known as a pissed off crew chief made herself present. Foss was going to have to deal with that himself, you needed to get either some caffeine, real food, or a shower. Or all three at fucking once before you could even function properly as a human being. Everything else could wait.[ ] Food[ ] Shower[ ] Coffee
>>47238762>meme imagekill urself my man
>>47238796>[ ] Food>[ ] Shower>[ ] CoffeeAll three at once because PILOT
>>47238796[ ] Shower
>>47238796 Shower, because everyone needs a good shower to just let the worries wash the fuck off
>>47238762>>47238881Also am I the only one who imagines that everyone at base calls her "Pam the RAM" behind her back because she'll RAM your face hard into it if you fuck up one of her babies (TSF/A's)?
>>47238830>>47238836>>47238881Votes called, writing
>>47239008So hows your week been Raptor? Kill any fort classes or rebel Japanese?
>[ ] ShowerAfter that sort of fucking nightmare of a day, you needed to clean yourself off. Stumbling past Malinowski and Schultz as they got out of their own Avenger, you headed straight for the locker room, not even giving the Captain a salute. Not that she really minded, not after all the time you’d been flying together. Hopefully you wouldn’t run into anyone that actually needed you to show respect today because you were flat fucking out of fucks to give until you either got that fucking shower, or drunk out of your skull.The lockers were empty, and you grabbed a towel as you started to strip off the fortified suit you’d spent most of the day and night in, unclasping the collar, foot, shoulder and arm pieces that secured it to your body. After that you shook your hands free of the interface sleeves, pulling them free of your arms and stepping out of the dark blue outer body glove. Tugging the neck collar back off and over your head, you stripped out of the long aquamarine under layer, wrapping yourself in the towel as you hung the two parts of the suit back up. Shuffling into the nearest stall, you tossed the towel over the curtain rod and turned the water as hot as it could go – lukewarm. You let yourself slump against the wall, water cascading down your back. Today wasn’t a good day. Today you’d decided that it was kinder to kill your fellow Marines rather than try and save them. And nobody, nobody you were flying with would say or even hint that it was the wrong thing to do. You still felt like utter shit about it, alone with just the sound of running water. Silver-2 was dead, because of a choice you made. At the very least though you gave them a quick death rather than what fate awaited them.
>>47239355Fuck this war. Fuck it, fuck them all. You punched the wall, before starting to soap down and wash off, even this lukewarm water a fucking luxurious feeling after all that time stuck in the Avenger. Toweling down after your shower, you change into your general wear for any pilot stuck on Tea Drinking station: BDU pants and a long-sleeved if thin shirt. The spray from the sea got everywhere, and even at the height of the summer the wind could chill to the bone out here in the North Sea. You just get finished tying your boots on as the rest of the flight arrives, Malinowski and Foss shooting you a nod as you walk out of the locker room. Looks like Pam found them first. “She’s looking for you now Fischer. Better lay low.” Malinowski’s thick polish accent had given you trouble at first, but now you barely noticed it when talking with him. [ ] Thanks for the heads up[ ] Where’s the Captain?
>>47239375>[ ] Thanks for the heads up
>>47239375>Where’s the Captain?
>>47239375Thanks for the heads upNow we just have to avoid "Pam the Ram" like the stinger of a fort class
>>47239375[ ] Where’s the Captain?
>[ ] Thanks for the heads up“She’s pissed huh?” you say, scratching an itch. “Then well, I’ll keep an eye out. Thanks Maliowski.” You shut the door behind you before Foss can speak. You’ve had enough of his sarcastic shit today. Now, time to avoid the wrath of the most feared presence short of the General for those poor unfortunate souls stuck on Tea Drinking Station: Pam on the warpath. Ducking out of the lockers, you half sprinted out of the general vicinity of the hangers, taking the long way around, switching paths occasionally just to make sure you could actually shake her. Maybe her terrier instincts wouldn’t catch you this time, and maybe pigs would be able to fly, or the BETA would turn out to be trying to give us hugs instead of being all consuming monsters from beyond the stars. You’d tried to escape the wrath of Pam before, and it hadn’t ended well once she finally cornered you. Oiling up the joints of your TSF with that special coating had taken nearly a day. And she’d said you’d gotten off lightly that time. Still, you clung to that faint hope that maybe there was someone else she was stalking, and that your trail had gone cold already. Then out of the corner of your eye, you spotted movement. Clever girl. She was trying to cut off your escape route to the PX where you could hide in the crowd. Pam doesn’t have you in her harpy like clutches yet though, and if you’re quick this time you might just break free. [ ] CRAZY IVAN[ ] Activate ECM[ ] Low and fast, nape of the earth
>>47239794>[ ] Low and fast, nape of the earth>crazy ivan is only good for when we're already cornered.We need sneeki breeki
>>47239794[ ] Activate ECM
>>47239794>[ ] Activate ECMG H O S T T A R G E T S
>>47239794>Low and fast, nape of the earth, and when all else fails, Crazy Ivan
>>47239939Actually change mine to>activate ECM, then fast and low, nape of the earth
Working on a post now.
>[ ] Activate ECM>[ ] Low and fast, nape of the earthNow here you are, hunter and the agile prey, winner take all. Pam is closing in on you now, but she’s probably not entirely sure of where exactly you are right now. You’re also pretty sure Pam’s vision is based on movement, or she can sniff out the desperate pleas of pilots hoping to escape her wrath. Either way, once you move she’ll know where you are, and if you don’t move she’ll find you eventually. So trying to make yourself as small as possible, you start jogging down a nearby hallway in a different direction.“GOT YOU NOW YOU LITTLE SHIT” Pam bellows, as you take off running, “STOP FUCKING RUNNING SO I CAN TEAR YOU A NEW ASSHOLE!” Yeah, no. Pivoting around you sprint off in the direction of the PX faster than Pam can round the corner in her chase. You’re almost home free, and as you enter the promised land of horrible rations you slide under one of the tables at high speed, between the legs of a baffled looking RAF officer. Crawling as fast as you can, you can hear Pam’s heavy footsteps as she circles around like a shark, trying to pick you out of the crowd. You stay as quiet as possible, letting your sounds be masked by the general noises of the mess hall. It feels like years under the table, heart beating a marathon out against your ribs as you wait until the coast is clear of vengeful and crazy chiefs. Finally, you perform an up periscope, sticking your head out from under one of the empty spots in the long benches. Clear. Pulling yourself onto the bench and taking a seat, you take a quick look at just who you happened to end up next to. Anje’s surprised face looks back at you, a spoonful of soup stuck midway between her bowl and her mouth.
>>47240385“Yo.” You say in English, swiping a piece of fruit off her tray and taking a bite. “How’s it going?” She finally breaks out of her stupor, stuttering out something in German a little too softly for you to catch. [ ] Engage bully-commissar protocols[ ] Ask her to repeat herself[ ] Do nothing but stare at her with an all American grin
>>47240405[x] engage in head pats.
>>47240405[ ] Engage bully-commissar protocols
>>47240461If it makes you happy you can interpret this as a vote to bully her.
>>47240405>Engage bully-commissar+headpat protocol.ExeAlso fucking loved the whole "you're pretty sure her vision is based on movement bit" had me going
>>47240522Why not both?
>>47240577Both is good.
>>47240405[X] Engage bully-commissar protocols
>>47240590See, this way everyone (except Anje) wins! And perhaps we earn points towards a sweet DDR Waifu!
>>47240479>>47240461>>47240549>>47240590>>47240637>>47240655>Bullying with Headpats is winningI'm... I'm not sure I can write the cute. But I'll try.
TSFs get out reeeeeeI mean, Hog when?!
>>47240704There is no try, there is only DO IT FAGGOT
>>47240725>tfw don't have the webm of that one tank in SM drifting and styling all over the BETA while shitting hot fury all over their inferior assesFeels bad
>>47240704You can do it Raptor-Chan! Your French (Canadian) TSF Senpai Rafale believes in you! Just don't have Pam show up until TOMORROW
>>47240405[ ] Engage bully-commissar protocolsGoing to have to go with this. Some head patting, maybe, but only as part of a combined arms approach.
>>47240785We shall show those eastern German commie bastards a thing or two about american style headpats! FOR THE DEMOCRACY!!!
Say when does the Schwarzesmarken OST drop?
>>47240918I think the games was released a while ago (the show I'm not sure about)
Raptor, you should have 10 minute voting periods instead of whatever you're doing right now.
Raptor has been shot down, post dense harem protags
>>47241034I've suggested this before. And whilst he did that last week, he seems to have forgotten about it this week
>>47241076>>47241024I did have a 15 minute periodI just finished writing.
>Engage in Bullying/Headpats for the DDR“W-why were you under the table!?” she finally squeaks out, her voice rather quiet compared to the noise around you. She’s eating alone, again. The rest of the 18th Squadron is at a separate table from their political officer, shooting you grins as they chatter happily in German with a West German squadron of A-10 pilots also stationed here. You switch over to German to make her feel a bit more comfortable. Bullying her in her native language was also more fun anyway. “Escaping the wrath of God, commie, that’s what I was doing.” You steal more of the orangish slices off her tray as she looks on, unable or unwilling to stop your capitalist land grab of the vital resources for the proletariat. You used your ration chit on that shitty pocket-sandwich back on the carrier, and you needed at least something in your stomach before you got to drinking with Schultz. Dodging roll call to puke your guts out in the toilet wasn’t going to be an option, considering the situation. “So, you’re left alone again Party Officer Vogel? Tried to prevent fraternization?” “I-I just was acting in ac-c-cordance with the mandates of the p-p-arty.” She finally downs the spoonful of soup, her tiny body slouching over the tray. How the hell she was picked to be a commissar was anyone’s guess. Probably because it wasn’t like the East Germans really needed them anymore. Hell, what fucking squadrons did they even have left that weren’t pretty much legacy units incorporated into the Bundswehr in all but name? Hers and a handful of others, that was all that was left of the NVA. A meek girl like this fit that fact perfectly. “The party mandated you to be a buzzkill? Communism, not even once.” You say, finishing off the oranges you took. “Anje, it’s a fucking big day for the whole EU you know.” “I-I-I know.”
>>47241143God, comparing how she sounded in the MiG-29 to how she sounded now was almost kind of a little bit sad. All her confidence and usual attitude was out the window. You put your hand on her head, patting it. Anje doesn’t make a move to stop you, almost leaning into the affection. The burgouise have scored a victory over the forces of the revolution. Truly, Stalin is rolling in his grave as you give the East German commissar even more head pats. “Did you lose anyone today?” You have to ask the question, no matter how morbid. Even if you know mentally that your squadron isn’t the only one taking casualties, you need to know for your own sanity. Or interest. One of the two. “Jakob, Hans, and Lise,” Anje says quietly, trying to hide her face from you. You let her. If she needs to cry alone, she can cry alone. You stop yourself from saying “Better Red than Dead.” She’s not in a mood for jokes apparently. [ ] I’m sorry. [ ] Need a drink? [ ] We lost two
>>47241143ALL HAIL THE GLORIOUS PARTY>>47241192>[ ] Need a drink?WHEN WITH WEST GERMANS, YOU CAN'T NOT DRINK
>>47241192>I'm sorry for your loss. Propose a toast to those lost in battle, and to a bright (Democratic) future earth free from the BETA (and commies)
>>47241192>[ ] I’m sorry.>[ ] Need a drink?
>>47241215But she's East German...
>>47241192[ ] We lost two
>>47241215>>47241242>>47241270>>47241357Writan up now
>>47241315I was talking about the BRRRRRT pilots, mate
>>47241192Forgot to vote[X] All of the above
>>47241357But ours are two-seater, so we're still better off on Trauma Points.
>[ ] Need a drink?You wait, just letting her get herself together a bit more before speaking again. “You look like you could use one hell of a stiff drink.” Anje looks at you, her eyes a little bit red but her face free of tears. She doesn’t say anything, instead just nodding as you pat her head more. It’s like petting a particularly sad puppy really. And plus, now you have a chaperone in case Schultz tries to rip your pants off. You continue, figuring that if Anje is going to speak, she’ll speak when she feels like it “Well, I’ve got a bottle of good whiskey from the States I managed to smuggle into the base, and Schultz has another couple of things. Want to join us?” Another nod, as she picks up her bowl of soup and just starts gulping it down. You get up from the table, walking towards the entrance. The commissar soon follows, and together you head for the pilot barracks on the other end of the base complex. Anje has to take two steps for every one you take just to keep up. After prying the bottle loose of the duct tape you’d used to secure it to the underside of your bed, you take Anje along with you down the hall to the corner room on the left. “Captain Laura Schultz” is displayed next to the Marine Corps emblem on the tag next to the door, and you knock firmly a few times before Laura finally opens the door. The smell of booze immediately hits your nostrils. Looks like she got started a little early. So much for writing that letter.
>>47241804“Heeeeeey Fischer…” Schultz slurs out, before taking another swig directly from the bottle of whiskey she’d already cracked open. “I amanaged to get somma dat scoootch from the scotsmansish.” She was absolutely plastered. And she got plastered without you, the bitch. Schultz’s goofy smile grew wider as she saw Anje trying to hide behind you from the drunken monster of a woman in front of you. “Heeeey, ish your buuuddy, dat german grill. Commere…” and with that Shultz wraps Anje in a bearhug, practically burying her face between her tits and holding her there despite Anje’s struggling attempts to get free before she suffocated. Schultz pulled Anje inside the room, and you follow, shutting the door behind you. Well. Looks like bringing a drinking buddy along saved you some headaches. [ ] Drunk Schultz is unpredictable Schultz. Stay out of arms reach[ ] Anje’s fine. Might as well figure out just how much booze Schultz has had[ ] Attempt Rescue Operation
>>47241822>[ ] Attempt Rescue OperationNo BUDDY left behind
>>47241822>[ ] Attempt Rescue Operation
>>47241822>Attempt Rescue Operation "Twin Peaks Breach"We either save her, or both us and Anje suffocate between two mountains
>>47241822[ ] Anje’s fine. Might as well figure out just how much booze Schultz has hadFor... most values of the word. It might be good to know if Schultz is going to need a saline drip to be useful tomorrow.
>>47241822[ ] Search Schultz 's quarters for classified information. We actually do need to know, and it's not like they'll tell us until it's too late.
>>47242053Is there even such a thing as running in the 80s?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJ0xBCwkg3E
>>47242109>Is there even such a thing as running in the 80s?No. That was the decade Top Gun came out, so anyone who needed to get anywhere quickly just used a supersonic jet fighter.
>[ ] Attempt Rescue OperationWhile at first you’re pretty content to just watch and grin at Anje’s predicament, especially at her muffled German that occasionally escaped Schultz’s bearhug, eventually enough was enough. Accidentally causing the incapacitation of a foreign officer through breast related trauma was not something you wanted on your record, or Schultz’s. Tapping the Captain’s shoulder, you finally get her attention. “Laura, you need to let go. She’s sort of suffocating in there you know.” Schultz giggles a little bit and squeezes her chest a little tighter against Anje’s face, another muffled cry slipping out from the commissar. “But, but, she’s so cuuuuute~” the Captain squeals out, letting go of Anje long enough for the small girl to take a deep long gasping breath of life. Then Schultz grabbed her again, and started pinching her cheeks. “Shesh sosh TIIIIIINNYYYYYY~” she squeals out, her face flushed from the bottle of whiskey she downed without you. At least you could see the scotch bottle on her desk. And the vodka bottle. And that empty beer can. Shit, how the hell did she GET so much booze past the guards? You had to smuggle it in your Avenger and snatch it out while doing one of Pam’s punishment shifts for messing with her babies. Schultz practically had a whole liquor cabinet here. Anje was once again dragged into that marshmellow hell of Schultz’s chest, and finally, you grabbed Schultz’s arm and managed to barely pry the commissar free. “Easy there Captain. You’re scaring her half to death.” You say, before being wrapped up in a massive hug yourself. Your world goes dark. Soft, but dark.
>>47242436“Awwww quit beeein such a baby Ficscher. Whhheeres dat drink ya promised me?” Schultz doesn’t seem to need you to answer, instead just holding you like you’d suddenly disappear. “MMMMFFFF” you answer, tapping the bottle of whiskey against her shoulder in an attempt to tap out of this death grip. Luckily for you it works, and the distracted Captain lets you struggle free. Anje is shivering next to you, still gasping for breath. But at least none of you are in danger of suffocation now. “Sosh, Anananana? Wasssh yaaa deal? Ya heeeear to driiink?” Schultz slurs out, popping open the scotch bottle with evident relish, and then handing it to you. The still full bottle of vodka ended up in Anje’s hands, already opened. “Den drink, drink cuz we’re all fuuuuucked yah? Yaaah need to aave some funnnn…” [ ] Drink[ ] Don’t drink
>>47242390Good god! Topgun with TSFs....
>>47242436Pretend to go along, but>[ ] Don’t drinkSomeone needs to remain in control of their facilities.>You had to smuggle it in your AvengerNOTE: We need to remember to use the reactor casing on the Avenger for smuggling contraband. No one is going to want to look in there, but WE know that it's completely safe.
>>47242458>[ ] Drink>>47242459>>47242471>>47242390>I don't like you cause you're dangerous!>That's right! I am danger-->piss.webm>AHH SCHEISSE
>>47242458>[ ] Drinkjust a little, though?
>>47242505I agree with all of this. Especially if we one day have to hide away a shy, tiny, defecting German commie -wink wink nudge fucking nudge"
>>47242458>Drink, but to the point before we'd have a hang over in the morning, military, plus Pam still wants to decorate our avenger cockpit with a pair of "dice". So we'll need to have our wits about us
>>47242546>Especially if we one day have to hide away a COMMUNIST INVADERThe problem with that stragety is that things like, say, liquor or gold bullion don't have genetic material or live tissue to be damaged by the radiation - a person (tor meat robot) would have those bits.Magazine spaces might work. You could probably (almost) fit a (really small) person in a TSF mag slot. If we have larger ammo chambers for our 120mms or whatnot, that might be viable.
>>47242576Actually nevermind, change my vote to >don't drink at all... Bad things happen when a big titied bitch and a shy flat chested girl get drunk together. And someone still needs to write those letters, as depressing as it sounds
>>47242471Only if Kenny loggens and that guy who's voices Archer sing it!
>>47242624>And someone still needs to write those letters, as depressing as it soundsEh, we saw both of them go down. We could just get the standard stationary and scrawl MEDIOCRE on it in chrome paint and call it a day.
>>47242624>>47242527>>47242512>>47242505Vote is tied, going to extend time by five minutes. >>47242660>We could just get the standard stationary and scrawl MEDIOCRE on it in chrome paint and call it a day.Yeaaaaah, no. You're not that much of a total asshole, though you are an asshole.
>>47242660Actually we killed two men. Their families atleast deserve to know what happened
>>47242695What happens if it's still tied? Roll a dice between us and who ever gets higher win
>>47242695>Teaching a Bong how to baseballIowa and Ms. Baker pls
>>47242737That's the plan.
>>47242458[ ] DrinkBut not near as much as Captain, we might die via suffocation. Also need to keep free from shenanigans
Votes called, writing
>>47242760ZA RODINAZA KATYUSHA
You take a nice, long swig of the scotch, savoring the taste and the burn as it goes down, still pretty smooth despite it. Anje chugs a bit of the vodka as well, following your example as she gets pulled onto Schultz’s lap and cuddled against her will. Despite her desperate look in your direction and pleading eyes, you’re not helping her out this time. Schultz is honestly scaring you at this point. You’ve never, never ever seen her like this. Usually she holds her liquor about as well as you do, which is pretty god damn fucking well. Instead she’s just… out of it. Today really fucked you up, but it fucked her up even more. You don’t want to talk about it. The whole letter writing thing was probably an excuse by her to make you supervise her as she got fucking drunk out of her mind. The saddest thing was that she was your age, maybe a few months older, give or take, but you couldn’t imagine the responsibilities that had been forced onto her since Bremerhaven. And unlike you, she’d never shut herself off from the new blood. Laura had been firm, bitchy, and a solid pillar in your life since you two were the only ones left. You’d leaned on her, and she’d leaned on you. Now she really needed to lean on you, and that’s why you were letting Anje get pretty much treated like a new puppy by the Captain: bullying the commissar and helping your captain out at the same time. Win-Win.Schultz nuzzled the commissar’s head before talking to you again. “Aaah, Fiiisher? Howwssat scotch?”“It’s good,” you reply, taking another swig yourself. That’s about enough for tonight, considering that you and Malinowski will need to babysit Schultz tomorrow most likely. Well, he might not be needed with Anje here. Schultz motioned for you to hand over the bottle, and you did.
>>47243073You regretted it nearly immediately as she rubbed Anje’s head. “Oppshen wiiiide~” Schultz said, before practically shoving half the bottle’s contents down Anje’s throat. The small East German woman coughed and spluttered, but chased the scotch down with another swig of vodka. After all, you and Schultz weren’t the only ones mourning a comrade here. Antics like this continued over the next hour or so, Anje becoming tipsy remarkably fast, and Schultz with a bit of coaxing finally drank a canteen of water to soften her inevitable hangover the next morning. By hour two, Schultz was cradling the empty bottle of scotch, softly singing some kind of hymn as she lay on her bed. Anje was pretty far gone as well, swaying along to the voice of the Captain as she sang herself to sleep. [ ] Keep watch through the night[ ] Bring Anje back. Imagine if PAM found out about this.
>>47243094>[ ] Keep watch through the nightNIGHTVIGILhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-Pz5KsyfN0It's like one of those ANZAC days
>>47243094>[ ] Keep watch through the nightContinue petting Anje. Maybe she's like a cat?
>>47243131>keep watch through the night>continue petting Anje throughout the night.
>>47243240Er, votes called.
>>47243240Two words.CANYON RUN
>>47243094Watch!>>47243240>>47243265FugAlso, will we annex Canada?
>>47243240RAPTOR JESUS!!! THOSE MOUNTAINS! I would mind nearly killing my squadron CO test piloting between those if you cath my drift ;)
>>47243345We already did that. Were currently on year 40 of a war with Mexico. (Those 11 fucking gold mines man)
>>47243377But Mexico doesn't have the POPs nor administrative ability to even remotely gain from those mines.It should be a walkover.
>>47243402Apparently you've also forgotten, but we switched over to a modded version of Europa 4. The mid including extended time limit and techs. We're currently in the year 1849 and Mexico has an army made up entirely of mercs that they fund with gold
Last real story post, I kind of got stellaris and I'm itching to give it a real good try tonight. And this is a pretty damn A+ spot to end everything. As Schultz finally drifts off, you shut off the lights. You’re not leaving though, not when she’s like this. Semper Fi and all that, she might need to throw up or something. Plus there was Anje. She didn’t look capable of walking more than 30 feet maybe, at the moment. She was drifting in and out of consciousness, her eyes fluttering back open as you lay against the bed next to her. Wordlessly, she lay down onto your lap, curling up against you as you ran a hand through her hair. “Good night Fisher…” she breathes out, her accent thick yet comforting as she says it in English. It reminds you of home. Your real home, across the sea and in the middle of nowhere special. And so you lay there, with her head in your lap as Anje drifts off to sleep, gently petting her head like you would do with a small animal. This war is hell. Your day was shit. Your Captain and yourself are probably going to get chewed the fuck out by the Lieutenant Colonel for drinking and grounded for a week. Not that you’d be flying regular patrols two pilots down right now anyway. Helgioland was going to be a quiet place in the following weeks, until the reinforcements and replacements arrived. Listening to the sounds of both Anje and Schultz breathing, you soon start to drift off yourself, despite trying not to. You’ve earned this bit of peace for yourself, after all, and enjoying it isn’t going to hurt. -------------------------------NEXT TIME: >HANGOVERS>PROMOTIONS!>FOSS YOU FUCKING CUNTYou can follow my twitter for more thread stuff, and I might post some pastebin stuff there too. If you've got any questions, now's the time to ask them.
>>47243517So, you got a pic of what Fisher looks like? We haven't even seen our protagAlso great job tonight raps! When's the next one?
>>47243517>FOSS YOU FUCKING CUNTFECKIN OATH, YOU QUEENSLAND DRONGO
>>47243587Next week friday, and if that changes I'll post a heads up on the twitter page. As for what Fischer looks like? Hell, that's for you to decide. He's a pretty tall dude from the midwestern US. That's really all I have in my head about him.
>>47243658>He's a pretty tall dude from the midwestern USSo he's a redneck not!Muhreen?
>>47243658So should we assume he looks similar tothis?
>>47243677>midwest>RednecksWe're just simple farmers around here. You know, morons.
>>47243517It's good master ;_;>Kind of got StellarisMy nigga.It's good.Purge the alien!>Tall dude from the MidwestHometown represent!>>47243498>Extended timeline mod for EUIVWords cannot express my disgust.
>>47243498>Mexico has an army made up entirely of mercs that they fund with goldShouldn't they be hitting some massive inflation problems right about now?
>>47248025Very much so would be hitting inflation problems.But then again Mexicans have never really been good at intoing economy.
Good thread Raptor. Looking forward to the next one.
>>47248025I'm guessing they have policy's and an advisor that's reducing inflation for them, that's all I can say>>47246006Hey you had your chance to vote against playing a modded Europa universalis 4!
>>47250973Thanks man, I enjoy the fuck out of running these.
Whoops, forgot to add: http://pastebin.com/u/Raptor-ChanHere's the full pastebin. Probably going to be putting this up in the OP from now on.