[2/2]

Winona meanwhile was busy lounging by the riverside, Cuddles the snake resting on top of her chest. “… it’s good to get out into nature sometimes,” she says. She looks over at you, smiling. “Headed to work?”

“Yeah, just as soon as Denise…” Your ear twitches. “… you hear that?” Winona pulls up her sunglasses, then sits up. You hold up your hand to your ear, trying to get a good listen as to what that low, droning, buzzing sound i-

wait

oh shit. IT’S THE BOYS.

> EVERY GIRL FOR THEMSELVES, RUN RUN RUN
> SAVE THE TANK, SAVE THE TANK
> INTO THE RIVER NOW NOW NOW
> THERE’S ANOTHER OPTION!?

>>48194077
> SAVE THE TANK, SAVE THE TANK

>>48194077
> SAVE THE TANK, SAVE THE TANK
River is tempting, but we got to look out for Ollie!

Incoming paint bath in 3...2...

>>48194077
>Man the .50 Cals
>> SAVE THE TANK, SAVE THE TANK

>>48194077
>> SAVE THE TANK, SAVE THE TANK

Ah shit, they're playing Pokemon GO, and there's a pokemon near us!

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>>48194077
> THERE’S ANOTHER OPTION!?

Crew the .50! Stand and Deliver

Then go searching for some AA and keep it secret from the boys.

> SAVE THE TANK, SAVE THE TANK

“Save the tank!” you yell. Everyone starts scrambling to get themselves to the tanks. Predictably, the Churchill is already moving with its crew all inside. You however have a bigger problem. “Get in, Josephina!”

Josephina groans, forcing her big frame through the hatch. “Trying! Merde!”

But after a few tense seconds, you all climb aboard and start moving into the woods.

Except for the Poles. “Serafina, come back,” says Iris as the Pershing pivots around, pointing its gun at the sky.

“NEVER! WE’VE HAD ENOUGH OF THOSE BOYS AND THEIR PLANES! WE’LL SHOOT ONE DOWN THIS-“ A huge paint bomb splatters the Pershing in white paint, apparently cooking up the engine as well and knocking the turret off-balance.

> KO: SERAFINA MACZEK (M26 Pershing “Sokol”)
> KILL CREDITED TO: JIMMY PATTERSON (Lockheed Hudson III)

“Pizda!” yells Serafina.

With that, you and the Churchill hid in the forest. The sound of engines screamed overhead. Even poking your head out to see the silhouettes through the leaves and the trees seemed like a bad idea. Inside, Winona and Stack froze in place, stiff as boards. Ingrid and Josephina as well were quite tense, holding onto their compartments as if they were tightening up around them. Denise stood on the turret next to you, there being no room for you and her at the same time.

But after a few tense minutes, the engine sounds died off, and you were allowed some reprieve.

You sigh, wiping some sweat off your brow.

Okay, you’re not exhausted anymore.

Everyone pops their heads out. “Fucking boys!” yells Ingrid. “How are they up so early!?”

“Well…” Josephina twiddles her fingers a bit. “Isn’t getting up early and to practice a sign of discipline?”

“Ah, fuck it,” says Stack. “If they bomb us again during practice, I’m gonna go over to their grounds and show ‘em what for!”

You sigh again.

> TAKE VACATION DAY (5)
> Head to work, you don’t have time for this.
> Other

>>48194077
>>48194142
this we have a .50 cal use it!

>>48194399
>> Head to work, you don’t have time for this.

>>48194399
>Head to work, you don’t have time for this.

And now, the daily grind.

>>48194399
>> Other
Ride the tank to work, grab Denise, show our crew our office

>>48194399
>> Head to work, you don’t have time for this.

>>48194318
Speaking of which, make sure the students aren't gonna fall overboard or slack off in their attempt to get water pokemon.

>>48194399
>> Head to work, you don’t have time for this.

> Head to work, you don’t have time for this.

“Right, forget this. I’m going to work.” Denise happily pulls you out of the cupola. “I expect the Cromwell to be in tip top shape for practice, today, alright? It better not be coated in paint.”

“No promises,” says everyone.

… at least they’re honest.

-

-

Denise was kind enough to bring you a cup of coffee as the two of you walked to your office. Today seemed like it would be fairly busy what with the racetrack now beginning to open and inviting in tank racers from all over the world. Winona on your way out had texted you that all sorts of speedfreaks were coming to test out the track, Rosehip from St. Gloriana, Perrine Hobart from JWC, Carolina Greene from GWMA, the girls from Glenn Curtiss, etc. Who knows when they’ll arrive?

“Ooooh!” Denise checked the mailbox outside of your office. Pouring out of it now were pink and white envelopes and letters. She starts sifting through them as you stepped inside and put down your bag. “They’re all love letters!”

“Love letters?” you say contemptuously. “Who even writes love letters anymore? What is this, Pride and Prejudice?”

“Well, some are clearly from boys judging by the handwriting.” You roll your eyes. “Lot of girls though. Can you imagine that? Girls writing you love letters!?” She blushes a bit, giggling at the prospect. “Oooh hehehe! I wish I were as popular as you.” Please, trade places. She notices your lack of enthusiasm however. “Are you not excited? You could totally have any boy or girl you wanted!”

[1/2]

>>48194752
[2/2]

“I don’t WANT any boy or girl on this ship,” you say. “That’s not to say I don’t find anybody attractive, it’s just-“ You stop yourself. How do you explain this. “… I have very high standards.”

“Oh?” She blinks. She immediately leans against your desk, now suddenly curious. “What are ya looking for in a spouse?”

“40k in yearly salary, a 4 year degree minimum from any continuing educational institute, a nice house in a good neighborhood, must be good with pets, must be taller than five feet, enjoy reading and the works of Jules Verne and Arthur C. Clarke, not exceed their BMI and be obese or be underweight…” Denise’s face slowly scrunches up in confusion. “Must have a car, must be good with kids, can cook, can fix things like cars, plumbing, air conditioning-“

Denise stops you. “Y- you don’t have to. On second thought, I can see why you probably don’t want anybody on this ship.” You tilt your head. She asked what you were looking for in a significant other!

Hell, you didn’t even tell her the most important part! You want someone that can lift you up.

> Whatever, buzz Block Officer Hatteberg for today’s work.
> Start writing rejection letters. You might as well be polite.
> Hm, maybe the office could do with a bit of rearranging and decoration, as a bit of a morale booster!
> Other

>>48194768
>> Whatever, buzz Block Officer Hatteberg for today’s work.

>>48194768
>other

ask denise which one is hers

> Whatever, buzz Block Officer Hatteberg for today’s work.

>>48194768
>> Whatever, buzz Block Officer Hatteberg for today’s work.

>>48194768
>> Start writing rejection letters. You might as well be polite.

>>48194768
> Whatever, buzz Block Officer Hatteberg for today’s work.
Ellie is a little dense to these things, isn't she. Still...

>You want someone that can lift you up.
Assuming this is metaphorically, it's kinda sad. Loneliness?

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>>48194768
>Whatever, buzz Block Officer Hatteberg for today’s work.

We can do polite letters of disinclination on our own time, or if we finish up early.

>>48194768
>> Whatever, buzz Block Officer Hatteberg for today’s work.

> Whatever, buzz Block Officer Hatteberg for today’s work.

You type up an email stating that you’re ready to receive any work for the day. Block Officer Hatteberg is quick to tell you your next bit of work for the day.

> New import supplies coming in. Shifts currently offloading at above ground docks, please oversee.

Well, alright then. You pull the love letters all off to the side then stand up. Looks like it’s not office work for today then.

-

-

A Naval Studies Logistics worker opens up the truck’s container, showing massive amounts of food in refrigerated containers. “There you go, anything out of place, ma’am?” she asks. You step inside and start checking off. These containers should contain fresh food. In theory, an Academyship is expected to harvest and grow its own food but import is supposed to be a form of safety net. In this case, your safety net is a lot of fresh fruit and veggies.

You check it off, then step back out. “Yep, this truck is clear.” She nods happily.

“By the way, ma’am, I uh… I saw you in your match today. I just wanna say you were really good,” she says. Oh, well, thanks. She smiles happily, grinning at you.

You receive a tap on your shoulder, then turn around to see a girl standing next to Denise. Her black hair is done in a neat bun, with steely blue eyes and a very stern expression on her face. However, she’s just as short and apparently just as busty as Denise is. “Elodie Zumwalt?”

You nod. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“Block Officer Hatteberg sent me. I’m your new finance officer. My name is Hilda Slutsky.”

[1/2]

>>48195350
[2/2]

> NEW RETINUE MEMBER
> Hilda Slutsky – Finance Officer
> Perk: The Finance Officer can pull in an additional 50 DOLLARS per week on top of your annual salary, along with providing cash bonuses to both you and the Tankery team as requested once per week. Don’t ask where she gets the money.

“Oh, it’s nice to meet you,” you say.

“Same,” she says. “Whatever you need in terms of finance, I’m ready. Do you need anything now?”

> “Well, probably for the Tankery team…”
> “Sure, actually. I could use some cash.”
> “No, not right now.”
> Other

>>48195359
>> “Well, probably for the Tankery team…”
We need to refurbish those ew tanks we found ASAP!

>>48195359
> “Well, probably for the Tankery team…”
every little bit helps them.

>>48195359
>“Well, probably for the Tankery team…”

Perhaps you could advise us on financing the team

>>48195359
> “Well, probably for the Tankery team…”

>>48195359
>> “Well, probably for the Tankery team…”

>>48195359
>> “Well, probably for the Tankery team…”

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>>48195359
> “Well, probably for the Tankery team…”

And In case you Missed schteel's twitter, here is my rendition of our crew.

>>48195442
and saved. With the new exciting title "Ollie's Angels"

>>48195442
breddy gud

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>>48195442
> Josephina's fw you are not tall enough to ride this ride

I don't know why but she looks so fucking smug and it amuses me.

>>48195350
What a rather unfortunate last name.

>>48195442
I did miss the tweet. Thank you for this.

>>48195537
> so fucking smug
She does look down on everyone around her

> “Well, probably for the Tankery team…”

“Well, maybe if you could scrounge together some funding for the Tankery team, sure.”

She nods. “I’ll get to it.” She folds her arms, then looks over at Denise. “Um, hi.”

Denise grins at her. “Hiiii!” Denise immediately hugs Hilda, surprising Hilda. “I finally have a retinue buddy, yay!” Hilda simply stands there, not entirely sure what to do except stare off into space and be hugged.

You sigh, checking your watch. It’s actually about lunch time right about now.

> Go back to the Office and have some lunch.
> Eat out while you’re above deck.
> Skip lunch break, make sure the trucks get to where they need to go.
> Other

>>48195585
> Eat out while you’re above deck.
Get some sun girl.

Also, retinue tank team maybe?

>>48195585
>> Skip lunch break, make sure the trucks get to where they need to go.

>>48195585
>> Eat out while you’re above deck.

>>48195595
You know, using 'retinue' word makes me imagining Elodie as Rogue Trader or Inquisitor...

>>48195585
> Eat out while you’re above deck.
Lewd.

>>48195585
>Other
Send Denise for food we can eat while directing

>>48195595
A very likely possibility.

>>48195585
>> Eat out while you’re above deck.

>>48195585
>> Skip lunch break, make sure the trucks get to where they need to go.
Get Denise to fetch something for us.

>>48195585
> Eat out while you’re above deck.

> Eat out while you’re above deck.

-

-

You decide to stop by at a nearby diner where you pick up some fries, burgers, and some ribs to eat. Hilda and Denise sit across from you as you eat, having their own meals to attend to. “So, Hila, tell us about yourself!” Hilda blinks at Denise’s request, chewing on a bit of meat on the ribs.

“Well…” Hilda wipes her mouth neatly, then clears her throat. “I’m a Finance Officer, I do work with logistics mostly. Uh…” She taps her fingers on the table. “I like tanks too I guess.”

Oh, that’s an attention grabber. “What’s your favorite tank?”

“CV33,” she says. Oh… a tankette? “My mom used it to race in the Unlimited Circuits when I was younger.”

“Oh, your Mom is a racer?”

“She’s retired,” she says. “But, yeah.”

“Cool!” Denise leans in closer to Hilda. “What else is there!?”

“Um.” She looks around, then looks at you. You shrug. “I’m Jewish, does that count?” Denise nods happily. “Okay, good. Um, let’s uh- let’s just eat.”

> Ask more about Hilda
> End lunch break, back to work
> Call someone (Who?)
> Other

>>48195868
>> Ask more about Hilda

>>48195868
> Ask more about Hilda
Maybe some simple things, like where she's from. Hell, do we even know where Denise is from?

>>48195868
>Ask more about Hilda

>>48195868
> Ask more about Hilda

>>48195868
>> Ask more about Hilda

>>48195868
>> Ask more about Hilda

So we get Denise as secretary for general things and Hilda to embezzle- i mean as our accountant.

I say maybe ask Hilda's mom if she know someone has extra tankette laying around and put both Denise and Hilda in it.

>>48195868
>Ask more about Hilda

Any interest in joining NATO

> Ask more about Hilda

“So, Hilda, where are you from?” you ask.

“Huh? Oh. Um, Baltimore,” she says. “You?”

“New Jersey. Denise is from West Virginia,” you explain.

“Oh,” says Hilda. She looks over at Denise. “You’re not gonna sing that song are you?”

“Maaaaaybe!” Hilda rolls her eyes at that response. “Come on, is Baltimore a good city?”

“Eh… only when the O’s are in town,” she says. “Otherwise, it’s kind of a shithole. But I like living there.” She shrugs at that. “I dunno.”

You nod. “Hey, if you’re uncomfortable talking about yourself-“

“No, no, it’s fine.” She clears her throat. “I’m just uh… I’m not really used to talking about myself all that often you know? I don’t really talk to that many people.”

“Aw, we can be your friends!” Denise pinches Hilda’s cheek, to which Hilda slaps her hand away. “Hmph.”

You check your watch. “Welp, lunch break over.”

> Head back to the office, handle administrative duties.
> Head back to the trucks, make sure they arrive at their destinations safely.
> Other

>>48196245
> Head back to the office, handle administrative duties.

>>48196245
>> Head back to the trucks, make sure they arrive at their destinations safely.

>>48196245
>Head back to the trucks, make sure they arrive at their destinations safely.

Finish what we started

>>48196245
> Head back to the trucks, make sure they arrive at their destinations safely.

>>48196245
>> Head back to the trucks, make sure they arrive at their destinations safely.

>>48196245
>> Head back to the trucks, make sure they arrive at their destinations safely.

We need to burn some vacation days and do some subquests. We keep saying we're going to do it but we haven't actually done a thing.

>>48196473
We did a side quest in picking up tanks, we can do a side-quest after this. Unless German has some cute girl doing cute girl stuff.

>>48196473
I think it's the mentality of "We'll spend vacation days when we REALLY need it". Similar to how some people actually die of dehydration despite having water to drink because they think they'll need it later.

>>48196617
We always get some time to do things after working but I'm talking about having a whole day doing nothing but making shit happen.
>>48196620
Yeah pretty much.

> Head back to the trucks, make sure they arrive at their destinations safely.

-

-

You, Denise, and Hilda ride along in one of the trucks being delivered to one of the above deck storage depots. Traffic at least isn’t too much of a killer today. It will be later when all the summer school students are leaving the school grounds that’s for sure. Better to get things done before then at least.

You arrive there, and upon dismounting you greet the supply depot manager. You and her quickly sign off on all the import items moving to storage. “Alright, alright…” She checks through her clipboard and papers, making sure everything is in order.

Denise pokes you. “Oh, oh, look at my twitter feed! That Kit Blumenthal girl is reporting!” You nod, deciding to check it out later.

https://twitter.com/KittyBlumenthal/status/751904441704546304

“Alright, everything’s in order,” says the supply manager. She checks her watch, smiling a bit. “S’about quitting time too for ya as well, I’ll have these trucks offloaded by nightfall though. In the meantime.” She smiles at you, grinning. “Mind if I have an autograph.” She tugs on her blouse a bit, showing a place for her to sign.

Uh…

> “If it’s on paper, sure.”
> “Fine.”
> “Sorry, no autographs.”
> Other

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>>48195350
>Slutsky

>>48196798
> “Fine.”

>>48196798
>> “If it’s on paper, sure.”

>>48196798
> “Fine.”

>>48196798
>T-54
>IS-7
Fun.

> “If it’s on paper, sure.”
Harlots everywhere.

>>48196798
>> “If it’s on paper, sure.”

>>48196798
> “Sorry, no autographs.”

>>48196798
>“Fine.”

>>48196798
> “Fine"

>>48196798
>“If it’s on paper, sure.”

we do not doodle upon boobies

>>48196798
>> “If it’s on paper, sure.”

>>48196857
>https://twitter.com/KittyBlumenthal/status/751904441704546304
Not sure about the T-54 but the IS-7 is kind of bullshit.

It's three years affter the end of the war. Even the proof of concept was after, not sure how they will get that approved.

>>48196857
Just doubled checked and the T-54-ii is also bullshit.

> “If it’s on paper, sure.”

“If it’s on paper, sure.”

She frowns a bit, then presents her notebook. You take a pen from Denise, then quickly give your signature. She smiles happily regardless, thanking you.

“Didn’t know you were so famous,” says Hilda.

You shrug. “Well. I guess it comes with Tankery.” Truth be told, it’s very uncomfortable having people ask for your autograph like this. How did you get so famous so quickly? At least you’re not Iris, Lord knows what she’s going through right now. You shudder at the thought of it. Then you remember the boys, and shudder again.

> JOB COMPLETE
> + 5 CP

Denise smiles. “So, where shall we go now then?”

“Did you want to come with us, Hilda?” you ask.

She shrugs. “I have nothing better to do.”

> Head straight to the Tankery HQ
> Meet up with your crew
> Other

>>48197138
>>48197174
Nato rules.

>>48197193
> Meet up with your crew

>>48197193
>> Head straight to the Tankery HQ

>>48197193
>Head straight to the Tankery HQ

See what the action is at the HQ. Perhaps some side questing is in order

>>48197193
>> Meet up with your crew

>>48197202
>http://pastebin.com/BEsprkBZ
Yeah but how do they judge it on what gro

>>48197254
Rule of cool?

>>48197193
> Meet up with your crew

>>48197254
> Proximity to the cutoff date
> Amounts of parts and equipment shared with legal variant, higher amounts of parts shared increases chances
> Start of development date, in the IS-7's case some sources list it actually starting development as early as the spring of 1945 and in the T-54 the first prototype of the family was built in 1945 thereabouts.

>>48197352
> Proximity to the cutoff date
3-4 years. Until actual production
> Amounts of parts and equipment shared with legal variant, higher amounts of parts shared increases chances

The variant has quite a few of different parts, The Is-7 might be a different matter

> Meet up with your crew

-

-

Denise drives the Kettenkrad around to the forests of Mount Montagne, where you find the crews all busy washing all the white paint off from the Pershing from this morning. It seems pristine now at least, with only a few flecks of paint here and there. The bigger issue was getting paint out of the engine, and there you find it free hanging on a winch and crane from Naval Studies Rescue’s Sherman ARV. “NAVAL STUDIES RESCUE TO THE RESCUE!” they shout as they hoist the paint soaked engine out of the engine deck.

You walk up to Iris, and the two of you stare at the Pershing. The Poles are furiously cleaning it and the engine now with soap, water, and scrubbers. “I’m guessing they’re not going to make practice today.”

“It took us all day just to dismount the engine, I can’t imagine how they’ll get to practice,” says Iris.

Winona walks up to you two. “Hey, Marshmellie!” Ugh, fucking nicknames. “Back from work?” You nod. “Awesome!”

“Is the Cromwell ready?” you ask.

“Yeah,” she says. The Cromwell at least is in better shape. No paint, no nothing, just the tank that you love. “Josephina spent her vacation day watching it for us. Did you hear?”

“Hear what?” you ask.

“The boys shot up the Historians’ tanks while they were moving to practice. Everyone’s scared to go to the HQ in their tanks,” says Winona. Hmph, you’re going to give them a piece of your mind if you see them.

> “Well not me. Mount up.”
> “Alright, let’s call a taxi then or something.”
> “If we can’t go to practice, let’s bring practice to us.”
> Other

>>48197569
>“If we can’t go to practice, let’s bring practice to us.”

Out manuever the gross boys and their paint.

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>>48197569
>> “If we can’t go to practice, let’s bring practice to us.”

We Rosehip it up?

>>48197569
>“If we can’t go to practice, let’s bring practice to us.”

>>48197644
Always Rosehip.

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>>48197702

>>48197569
> “Well not me. Mount up.”

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>>48197569
> “If we can’t go to practice, let’s bring practice to us.”

>>48197569
>> “If we can’t go to practice, let’s bring practice to us.”

We need some musical theme for this.

>>48197569
>“Well not me. Mount up.”

> “If we can’t go to practice, let’s bring practice to us.”

“Listen up!” The Etiquette Club, Naval Studies Rescue, and your crew all turn to look at you. “Since the boys are busy sniping us all six ways to Sunday, we’re in a bit of pickle! If we can’t get to practice, we’ll just have to bring the practice to us!”

“How?” asks Iris.

“Through derring-do.”

…

“That means we do something adventurous,” you say. Everyone except the Etiquette Girls stares at you, confused at the word. “Come on, it’s- it’s not that old! Now let’s get some wood, and some paint, let’s go!”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wyz_2DEah4o

-

-

After a couple of hours of hasty improvisation, painting, and having to do the same for almost all the tanks in the team, you arrive back at the Mount Montagne wilderness where there’s easily enough tree cover to disguise you from the planes. Griselda steps up to you as you stand outside of your tank. “I have to say, Ellie, great job bringing us out here.”

“Yeah,” says Stack. “The boys will never suspect it.”

What they will never suspect, is that you disguise your tanks as trucks. Admittedly, you couldn’t do anything for the wheels, so you just left them bare. It’s not like they can tell the difference from the air anyway. Griselda folds her arms. “Well, today’s a day about learning theory anyway.”

Oh. Well. Why did you even need the tanks then!?

Griselda smiles bemusedly at your silent incredulity. “Elodie, I can teach you a thing or two, if you’re willing to listen.”

> CO-OP MANEUVERS
> You can coordinate with another tank to perform a CO-OP MANEUVER. These CO-OP MANEUVERS can eliminate most tanks, even ELITE ones with ease. They come at a steep price in terms of CP however, and if you do not have a tank nearby to cooperate with, it cannot be done at all.

> LEARN RANDOM CO-OP MANEUVER?
> Y(-30 CP)/N

>>48198109
>Y

>>48198109
>Y

>>48198109
>Y

>>48198109
>Y

>>48198109
>N
Muh CP

>>48198109
>Y

lets take the chance.

also, we should learn how to do this in the field, or have collapsable/inflatable disguises for matches

> Y

> - 30 CP

On a quiet stretch of road in the middle of the forest, all of the tanks gathered up to see the demonstration of the tactic be performed. The IS-2 manned by Naval Studies Rescue would be used for this, as would the M18 Hellcat manned by the Auto Club. As night started falling and the lights started to grow dim over the day, your headlights were used to illuminate the area. “Alright,” says Griselda. “This is known as the Nishizumi Special! Regina, if you’d load up a blank shell.” Regina gives a thumbs up. “Alright. The goal is to use the force of the blank to propel the Hellcat closer to the enemy.”

Patton grins at the prospect. “Magnificent bastards those Nishizumis!”

“As expected of the Nishizumi Art!” says Suvorov.

Dalia Earnhardt pokes her head out of the Hellcat’s turret. “So, what do we do?”

“You keep the Hellcat straight,” says Griselda. Dalia nervously ducks back down. “Ready, Regina!” Regina nods. “Fire!”

The IS-2 blasts the Hellcat forward, and immediately several things happened.

1. The Hellcat was propelled so violently forward the tracks sheared off.
2. The angling of the IS-2’s gun wasn’t properly aligned, meaning it caught more of the Hellcat’s bottom than the top.
3. This meant that the Hellcat was actually shot -upward- as well.
4. The Hellcat flipped backward and crashed right into a tree.

> KO: DALIA EARNHARDT (M18 Hellcat “Mifune”)
> KILL CREDITED TO: REGINA TANEY (IS-2 “David”)

The IS-2 immediately rolled up next to the stricken Hellcat. “NAVAL STUDIES WILL RESCUE YOU!” They immediately rammed the M18, trying to right it again.

“Stop that!” yells Dalia.

All of you stare blankly at the scene.

Griselda coughs. “W-… well it’s supposed to go better than that. I’m sure you all could do it better than that.”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>48198511
>> Neutral

>>48197138
> Three years after the end of the war
Well that just means we can get the Centurion Mk 3 with the 20 pounder.

>>48198511
Ellipsis

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>>48198511
>Neutral

This seems unnecessarily dangerous. I'm sure we'll find a use for it involving the Poles

>>48198511
> Polite
I suppose we could always just try launching Hellcats at the enemy.

>>48198511
> Polite

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>>48198511
>NAVAL STUDIES WILL RESCUE YOU!
guys pls

>>48198511
>> Polite

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>>48198511
>Polite

Schteel, you just went full anime. And you never go full anime

> Polite

“I am sure as well. Honestly, it does look difficult.”

“The idea is that-“ She sighs, rubbing her face. Griselda grumbles a little. “Honestly, I saw it happen once and it hasn’t happened again since, but I’m pretty sure you could do it again on more…” She motions to the forest road. “More uh… flat ground, and without any trees in the way.”

> CO-OP MANEUVER LEARNED
> NISHIZUMI SPECIAL (2 TANKS): 30 CP
> Load in a blank shell, and propel your friendly tank into close combat with an opposing tank. The sudden shock will eliminate all but the most heavily armored tanks, usually at the cost of your propelling tank however.

-

-

The last bit of practice now involved silhouette identification. For this, Stack actually shared her notebook with Ingrid, whereupon Stack had drawn almost every tank, even illegal ones and one-off prototypes along with their stats such as frontal and side armor, gun caliber and penetration charts, max speed, and any other particular quirks. For this part, it was more free form as everyone researched the silhouettes and shapes of the tanks by themselves, with Griselda giving advice on how to quickly identify them.

“And now, an exercise!” Griselda held up a 5x5 grid with the numbers 1-25 on it. “Every crew will get one of these.” Denise proceeded to hand out the grids to the crews. “Your job is to tap the numbers in successive order in the shortest possible team. Winner gets a prize!”

“What’s the prize?” asks Serafina.

“You get to sleep in my tent tonight,” says Griselda. You all look over to see Griselda’s command tent.

You start drooling. A night’s sleep without someone pressing their head into your breasts!?

YOU NEED THIS.

> DESTROY THE COMPETITION
> Now now, this is a learning exercise, let everyone have their day.
> Forget it, you’re in the same crew as Stack, forget about it.
> Other

>>48198978
>> DESTROY THE COMPETITION

>>48198978
> DESTROY THE COMPETITION

>>48198978
> DESTROY THE COMPETITION

>>48198978
> DESTROY THE COMPETITION

>>48198978
>> DESTROY THE COMPETITION
CRUSH KILL DESTROY

>>48198978
>DESTROY THE COMPETITION

Normally I'd vote for a more reserved attempt, but PRIVATE SLEEPING SPACE is too good to pass up.

But anons... what if this just means there's more room for everyone to fondle us?

>>48199093
Nonsense anon, stop ruining our perfect plan.

>>48199093
They wouldnt dare charge straight into GrisGris' tent

>>48199130
>charge straight into
That's exactly the problem

> DESTROY THE COMPETITION

You place down the grid. “Alright,” says Winona. “So what’s the purpose of this exercise?”

Stack smiles. “It’s to teach you to identify details quickly and efficiently in as short of time as possible.”

“Oh, I know this,” says Ingrid. “There’s something like this in the baseball camps too.”

“Yeah, that,” says Stack. “Now, who wants to-“

“Me!” you yell. Everyone gets startled by your sudden forwardness. You pull the grid closer to yourself, then start tapping out numbers. It almost feels like you’re breaking your finger with how hard you’re pushing, but it doesn’t matter, you’re in it TO WIN IT. “TIME!”

Josephina holds the stopwatch. “Um, 17 seconds.”

“Ha!” You place your hand on your chest. “Beat that!” Winona whistles admirably, while Ingrid and Josephina stare confusedly at the grid.

Stack however, pulls it closer to herself. She looks down, then in a flurry of pressing her finger down on the grid, shouting out the numbers all at once, she calls out. “Time!”

Josephina gasps. “15 seconds!”

THAT-

… FUCK

> NO, YOU’RE NOT LOSING TONIGHT
> “Good job, Stack.”
> Other

>>48199344
> NO, YOU’RE NOT LOSING TONIGHT
Maybe second place can sleep with Iris' crew or something. They're probably normal right?

>>48199344
> NO, YOU’RE NOT LOSING TONIGHT

>>48199344
>NO, YOU’RE NOT LOSING TONIGHT

>>48196798
who is SGH

>>48199399
Sherbrooke probs

>>48199344
>NO, YOU’RE NOT LOSING TONIGHT
Victory or unwanted fondling!

>>48199344
>> NO, YOU’RE NOT LOSING TONIGHT

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>>48199344
>NO, YOU'RE NOT LOSING TONIGHT
We will fucking bury this midget if we have to

>>48199344
> NO, YOU’RE NOT LOSING TONIGHT
i'm going to tap those fucking numbers

i dont understand why we're tapping numbers

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>>48199673
It's a reflex puzzle of sorts. The idea is that you have a grid with the numbers 1-25 in random positions all over the grid. You're supposed to tap the numbers in order as quick as possible.

It's train your ability to decipher details quickly and without thinking (which costs valuable time).

>>48199726
S-so has Griselda got a list of numbers with the corresponding tanks, and she's reading out the tanks?

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>>48199763
Yeeeeeeee

Not exactly but that does sound similar.

>>48199810
i-i'll just pretend that's what it is

tfw still not watched the OVA, any links with subs?

> NO, YOU’RE NOT LOSING TONIGHT

You pull the grid close to you now. By now the other teams were looking around your shoulder, seeing who would win this bout. You roll up your sleeves, then squint.

You can do this.

You tap the numbers again, your eyes flying from 1-25 in seconds flat. There you go, there you go, here we go! Haha!

“TIME!” you scream.

Josephina blinks. “10 seconds.” A few gasps and murmurs break out here and there.

“Whoo, nice,” says Stack.

“Hmph!” You fold your arms. “I win?”

Stack nods. “You win.” She smiles happily, patting you on the arm. The crews all applaud you, slapping your shoulder and patting your head. Hey, hey! You slap their hands away. Nobody pats your head! Stack grins. “Gotta say though, Ellie, I’m proud of you. Most Commanders I have the pleasure of working with aren’t natural learners like you or Iris.”

“Really?” asks Winona.

“Really,” says Stack. “You sure you never been in a tank before?”

“Nope. I mean, my Mom dabbled with Tankery when she was younger I think but…” Huh. Now that you think about it, you never did ask your Mom about her Tankery days. Maybe next time. “Maybe that’s where I got it.”

“Well, hey,” says Stack. “Ask her one day. And tell you what, I could probably show you all a thing or two.” You smile.

> ELITE PERK UNLOCKED: LOCKDOWN
> Stack can now coordinate the crew in increasing the loading and firing rate of the tank. The tank’s fire rate will dramatically increase, at the cost of mobility. Costs 10 CP to activate.

> ???
> Interact with Stack more to unlock her Loyalty Quest

> Head into Griselda’s tent and retire for the night
> Hang out with the crew around the fire.
> Talk with one of the other crews (Specify)
> Other

>>48199929
>> Hang out with the crew around the fire.
Campfire food?

>>48199929
>Hang out with the crew around the fire.

Be social, later we will have glorious privacy

>>48199929
> Hang out with the crew around the fire.

>>48199929
Well hot damn, today was a good day!

> Hang out with the crew around the fire.

>>48199929
>Hang out with the crewS around the fire
We should be able to mingle equally, GS

Stack's Loyalty Quest is simply benching her 50 times

>>48199929
>> Other
MIDNIGHT ESCAPE: REVENGE ON THE BOYS SIDE QUEST! LETS PAINT ALL THEIR PLANES PINK

>>48200185
>MIDNIGHT ESCAPE: REVENGE ON THE BOYS SIDE QUEST! LETS PAINT ALL THEIR PLANES PINK

i

a-anon
yeah fuck it let's do this

>>48200185
>>48200353
>Implying Elodie didn't like watching the naughty Poles get splattered with a load of the boys' white paint.

>>48200415
elodie is for denise and denise alone

and also winona

and the captain

and griselda

> Hang out with the crew around the fire.

You sit around the fire with your crew, with Stack roasting marshmallows on sticks for everybody. “So, Ingrid.” You all look at Ingrid, who’s apparently surprised that someone actually wants to talk to her about something. “Tell us more about baseball,” says Stack.

Ingrid rolls her eyes. “Ha, ha. Very funny, Stack.”

“No, no, I’m curious,” says Stack. “What’s your favorite part of baseball? Is it the home run or the pitching or… favorite player?”

Ingrid leans back, seriously considering the question. “Well, I’ve got Max Scherzer in common, we both have heterochromia, hm…” She scratches her chin, thinking. “My favorite player right now would be Ichiro. It’s a shame he’s not with the Mariners anymore but he’s a great batter, he’s a great guy to watch, if he had come over to the states earlier no doubt he’d be the hit king right now.”

“And your favorite part of baseball?” asks Josephina.

“Well…” Ingrid munches on a cooked marshmallow, then pulls a baseball out of her bag. “It’s the duel. You see in baseball, it’s all about the simple duel between a guy with a bat and a guy with a baseball. And a lot more goes in than you might think. It’s like looking at the ocean, of course if you never look past the surface, of course the ocean looks boring but when you dive deep.” Ingrid waves her hand, smiling. “It all opens up, and it suddenly starts becoming a beautiful game. And it becomes a beautiful game when you realize how hard it is to bat and hard it is to pitch, and that straight battle between the pitcher and the battle.”

Stack nods. “Oh.”

“I lost you didn’t I,” asks Ingrid.

“Yeah,” says Stack.

Ingrid sighs, tossing the ball up. “Of course.”

“Did you guys hear about Kursk acquiring their new tanks?” you ask.

“Oh yeah.” Ingrid leans back. “Aren’t those tanks like… not legal?”

[1/2]

>>48200457
[2/2]

“Object 704 is technically a variant of the ISU-152, it’s legal even if its post 1945. But the IS-7 and the T-54 are…” Stack purses her lips a bit. “I don’t know.”

Winona says, “There are rumors that the Russian government is putting a bit of pressure on NATO to pass the tanks as legal.”

“Why?” asks Josephina.

“National pride most likely,” says Stack. “Kursk is the Kuromorimine of Russia. The 80s they won 9 consecutive seasons, that record got tied by Kuromorimine just a year or two ago. Now they got quite possibly the world’s greatest Tank commander and possibly one of the best and richest lineups.” She shrugs. “Couldn’t hurt to improve. No such as thing as perfection in Tankery.”

“Who are they facing next?” asks Winona.

“Kasserine, the North African school.” You all grumble and moan. That’s an easy sweep.

“You know.” Stack folds her arms. “The more I look at it, the more I think NATO postseason is pretty much out of our reach.”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>48200483
> Polite

>>48200483
> Polite
Never say never.

>>48200483
>> Polite

>>48200483
>Polite

We are doing well, and no one expected us to do anything except get stomped

>>48200483
> Boast
You'll never win if you don't believe you can.

>>48200483
> Boast
NEVER GIVE UP

>>48200483
>Boast

>>48200483
> Boast

>>48200483
>Boast

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>>48200483
>> Polite

"Because your own strength is unequal to the task, do not assume that it is beyond the powers of man; but if anything is within the powers and province of man, believe that it is within your own compass also."

>>48200483
>>48196798
who is SGH? Sherbrooke?

Rolled 2 (1d2)

1. Polite
2. Elodie Gone Wild

>>48200824
WOOOO

>>48200824
Are we going to get a DVD?

>>48200824
And for the low liw price of 19.99

> Boast

“Don’t say that, Stack. It’s part of LGA’s charm. We’re the underdog,” you say. “And underdogs never lose. We’re like uh… we’re like Team USA versus Russia in that Miracle on Ice thing. Or Rudy in Notre Dome Football, or Forrest Gump in everything he does.”

“You just gotta believe,” says Winona.

“Exactly!” You snap your fingers. “Don’t pay no mind to how Kursk is doing. They’re in another league entirely.”

“What about JWC?” asks Josephina. “They’ve been perfect for four weeks. They almost have the division locked up.”

“Not yet,” you say. “Trust me, I’ll figure out a way. If not me, then Griselda. You’ll see!” Everyone smiles at you. Yes, they’ll see! They have faith in you. You’ll figure out a way to clinch the division!

-

-

“We can’t clinch the division,” says Griselda. You and Griselda sat in her command tent next to her tank. It was a big spacious tent with room for the map board, her books, the cot and the footlocker, and the stove and everything else she needed. “Mathematically speaking, JWC might be forced into a draw maybe once or twice, but Perrine is not someone who’ll just suddenly take a nosedive into mediocrity in the middle of a season. She’s a scrapper, she’ll fight for every inch, she does not give up until the last white flag is popped. She might not look like it but she has one of the best ideas for how tanks work better than anybody else in the US, and that’s what makes her so dangerous.”

You sat on her cot, wearing only your pajamas, clutching her Bandaged Bear. “… so we’re fucked.”

“Not exactly, we can still make it in by wild card. And maybe if we’re lucky, if we win the series against JWC, we might be able to force a tie division, see where that goes. But, your crew’s right. We’re in a very precarious situation, Elodie.”

“Oh.” You blink, looking down. “Well… what happens if we lose against Sherbrooke?”

[1/2]

>>48201035
[2/2]

She sighs, leaning back in her seat. She wore only a light fitting jersey, and that was about it. It was a welcome distraction to this talk that’s for sure. “… if we lose against Sherbrooke, we’ll lose any momentum we’ve built up. I want to at least get a draw. Only way to do that is find a crew for the Panzer IV, then hope to God we can figure out Sherbrooke’s tactics.”

“Are they a hard team to read?”

“They’re insanely dedicated that’s for sure,” says Griselda. “They’re a pretty poor team, but they make incredible use of the stuff they can afford.” She starts counting it off on her fingers. “The Marder series, the Nashorns – they even have one of the most famous Nashorns, the one that killed an IS-2 out over 4 kilometers – and backed up faster tanks, cruisers, and a medium tank lineup. They’ve got cheap tanks, but they do amazing work with it.” She leans forward. “Zhou Enlai is the same way, but unlike Sherbrooke, they’re rich.” She leans back again in her seat, frowning deeply. “We’re not in a great position, very bluntly speaking, Elodie.”

“Well, maybe we can discuss it over breakfast tomorrow.” She nods, folding her arms. “Are you gonna be okay?”

“I’ll be fine, I mean, my sister’s had worse than this,” she says. “She had the school to save, single elimination format, but she did waaaaay better than I did.” She chuckles a little. “You know what’s funny? People think Gertrude was the one that got me into tanks.”

You blink. “She did?”

“No!” Griselda angrily looks at you. “I-“ She sighs. “I was way more into tanks way before she could even tell the difference between a Panzer IV H and a Tiger.” She waves you off. “Forget about it, just head to sleep. I gotta do more research on this stuff, I’ll hit the lights for you.”

> “No, we can keep talking if you want.”
> “Alright, well, good night, Griselda.”
> “I’m not going to sleep until you do.”
> Other

>>48201064
>“No, we can keep talking if you want.”
You need to vent, so get talking already!

>>48201064
>“No, we can keep talking if you want.”

>>48201064
>> “No, we can keep talking if you want.”

>>48201064
>“No, we can keep talking if you want.”

headpats may be needed

>>48201064
>“No, we can keep talking if you want.”

>>48201064
> “No, we can keep talking if you want.”

> “No, we can keep talking if you want.”

“No, no, we can keep talking.” You rest your head on the Bandaged Bear’s head, smiling at her. “You seem a bit stressed. My parents always taught me that its’ better to air out your problems than to let them seethe you know?”

Griselda sighs. “… you know what it’s like having a sister who does everything better than you can?” You shake your head. “Hm, right. Well, it’s-… it’s a tough feeling to explain. I mean…” She rubs her forehead, groaning a little. “On the one hand, I love Gertrude with all of my heart and I truly appreciate every bit of help she has given me. But on the other hand I’ve been suffocated by the fact that she’s basically perfect and nobody understands that I’m not quite at her level, and probably never will be.”

“Oh, a bit of sibling rivalry?” you ask.

“A little bit, I guess,” she says. “Um, it’s… it’s strange. And…” She shrugs, apparently at a loss for words. “I hate it. Okay, I hate that I’ve got less to work with than she does, I hate that I have to scrounge and basically beg for money while she can get it at a snap of a finger and I hate that almost everybody I meet knows her first and instantly thinks I’m her except younger.” She folds her arms, pouting a bit.

“Well, hey, Griselda, it’s not all bad.”

She sighs. “I guess not.” She shakes her head, shutting off her table light. “Well, whatever. Let’s head to sleep. You should probably get an early start, in case the boys get wise to your tricks.” Oh yeah. You pull your blanket over your body. She scoots in next to you, with her own separate blanket. “Thanks for listening at least, Ellie.”

“No problem, Griselda.” She sighs, then scoots in closer to you. “Um.” She gently rests her head on your shoulder. “… Griselda.”

… fuck, too late, she’s asleep.

At least she’s not on your chest.

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>>48201470
That is it for tonight's chapter of LGA2. Should be able to follow up tomorrow to finish off the weekend. Hope you all enjoyed, and hopefully you get used to the new schedule as I am now with a full-time 7-3 job.

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See you next time.

>>48201487
Thanks for the fun, Boss. See you tomorrow.

Congrats on the job.

>>48201487
See you next time, Schteel!

>>48201487
Is SGH Sherbrook?

>>48201487
Fun thread GS. I feel like it was very productive. Going to need to get those command points up, though.

Really starting to feel for Griselda here. Guess we're just going to have to work hard to make her proud against incredible odds.

>>48201602
SGH is Sherbrooke Girls High, yes.

>>48201663
How are the repairs and condition of the Tiger, the M36, and the Swede tank?

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Hoya, about The Strv M/42, i just found something interesting from FTR (inb4 WoT kiddies)

http://ftr.wot-news.com/2014/05/08/swedish-tanks-part-viii-pvkv-m43/

Basically a casemate TD with better 75mm gun based on M/42 chassis. There was also plan for rear casemate variant armed with 105mm gun, but that one only exist on plan.


And talking about planned upgrade, it seems Swede also plan to upgrade the 7.5cm M/34 with better 7.5cm M/43 gun, but i doesn't have any concrete data beyond what written here:
http://ftr.wot-news.com/2014/04/18/swedish-tanks-part-vii-strv-m42/