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November 10, 1942 EC
Osaka, Asuwa’s Golden Crown. Such was the epithet given to the Zipang’s glittering merchant city capital. In more peaceful times, this city would be beating with nonstop life and commerce, much like the heart of a living animal. That was, of course, a long time ago.

Today, streets of Osaka’s outskirts were deathly silent. The sound of burning fires was all that remained. The rising smoke created a dirty, gray pall which hung over the ruins that once was the city. Most of the buildings were reduced to ash and rubble. Those that still stood were ravaged beyond recognition, their walls and roofs ripped by artillery. The wind had calmed, but a slight breeze was blowing westward, away from us. That's how, looking out the window, I suddenly thought I could hear the sound of gunfire again. And sure enough, there they were. Faint flashes of light illuminated the smog from a distance, signaling that the fighting has moved to the center of the capital.

A hand comes to my vision and pulls down the binds, smothering out the light within this so-called safe house.
“You aren’t thinking about going back to that slaughterhouse, are you?” A bespectacled man with sharp features suggests as he stands over me.

>Turning our backs on the enemy... What we are doing now is beyond shameful. What’s wrong with dying in a blaze of glory while taking ten more steppe barbarians with you to hell?
> I know we shouldn't go back, but... part of me still feels guilty about running away. Isn't there something we can do?
>No, That would just invalidate everything you did for me till this point. There's nothing we can do for our brethren in this massacre. But we must not let their sacrifice be in vain.

>>2112142
>>No, That would just invalidate everything you did for me till this point. There's nothing we can do for our brethren in this massacre. But we must not let their sacrifice be in vain.

>>2112122
>No, That would just invalidate everything you did for me till this point. There's nothing we can do for our brethren in this massacre. But we must not let their sacrifice be in vain.

>>2112142
>Turning our backs on the enemy... What we are doing now is beyond shameful. What’s wrong with dying in a blaze of glory while taking ten more steppe barbarians with you to hell?

Give me my valkyria waifu op!

>>2112142
>No, That would just invalidate everything you did for me till this point. There's nothing we can do for our brethren in this massacre. But we must not let their sacrifice be in vain.

>>2112150
Support

>>2112142
>Turning our backs on the enemy... What we are doing now is beyond shameful. What’s wrong with dying in a blaze of glory while taking ten more steppe barbarians with you to hell?

This sounds so fitting in my heart, yet so stupid in my brains.

>>2112142
>Turning our backs on the enemy... What we are doing now is beyond shameful. What’s wrong with dying in a blaze of glory while taking ten more steppe barbarians with you to hell?

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>>2112143
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>>2112151
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>>2112145
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>>2112160

Rational brain wins over Samurai brain, writing

When you mentioned it would be the pacific theater I was hoping we'd play as some equivalent to the Marines, not Jap bastards.

Oh well.

>>2112164
It's not even the Pacific Theater actually, looks more like the Mongolian invasion of Japan.

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"No, That would just invalidate everything you did for me till this point. There's nothing we can do for our brethren in this massacre. But we must not let their sacrifice be in vain."
“That’s it, Subaru,” He offers to help me up. “We will avenge them one way or the other, but today we must endure.”
“Endure eh? How I wish more of us can remember this virtue. I’m pretty sure we’re going to be labeled as dishonorable cowards once all of this has settled, that is if we can make it out alive.”
“Cowardice, I simply prefer a battlefield where my odds at least even. This is clearly not is not the case.”
“Looks like you haven’t changed a bit, Satoru.” I comment with a sigh.

I am Subaru Kurokawa, son of Kagetora Kurokawa, Vice Admiral of the Combined Fleet. The glint of my dark-blue hair along with matching irises indicates my family’s rather shameful ancestry as a barbaric race known as Darcsens. That was history, however. This nation granted my ancestors and their brethren citizenship, equal treatment under the law, new names, and most importantly a superior, enlightened culture. For this, I am willing to do everything I can to save this nation.

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His name is Satoru Aono, a long-time friend. While his Europan upbringing fostered a disapproving attitude towards the fervent self-sacrificial nature of his mother country’s culture, he nevertheless harbors zero intention of surrendering to the enemy.

“Subaru, Satoru!”
The two of us reared our heads to find a young engineer rushing down the stairs that lead to the rooftop. She stops abruptly in front of us, panting heavily and almost collapsing onto the floor.
“What is it, Yanagi?” Satoru asks, placing both hands on her shoulder.
“The steppe barbarians have begun razing this area, and there’s a squad approaching,” She replies, straightening herself up. “This place won’t be safe for much longer.”

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This is Yanagi Morishima, heir to the Morishima Tsuushin, which in turn is the nation’s main manufacturer of telecommunication equipment, radio, and radars. Together, the three of us were inseparable since childhood. Likewise, the three of us were conscripted and hurled onto front lines at the last minute along with every other citizen of our generation, a testament to just how desperate the situation has become.

Opening the binds slightly, I made a space enough for all three of us to have a glance at the outside world again while remaining inconspicuous, this time looking at the opposite direction. A squadron of soldiers from the Khaganate escorting a utility halftrack was slowly but surely advancing in this direction, scavenging and clearing out the dilapidated buildings on their way.

“Couple of riflemen and shocktroopers,” Yanagi mutters, “and I also spotted a flamethrower.”
“About time we get moving then.” Satoru comments as he proceeds to sort out his gear.
With danger looming closer by the moment, I instinctively tightened my grip around my

>Carbine (Scout)
>Scoped Rifle (Sniper)
>Submachine Gun (Shocktrooper)
>Grenade Launcher (Grenadier)

>>2112188
>Scoped Rifle (Sniper)

>>2112188
>Carbine (Scout)
Scouts are the one who win the missions by making an all-order run for the objective. Fits our MC status.

>>2112188
>Scoped Rifle (Sniper).

>>2112188
>>Carbine (Scout)

>>2112188
>>Scoped Rifle (Sniper)

>>2112188
>Scoped Rifle (Sniper)

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Sniper wins over Scout, writing

Always go sniper.

Sniper and Engineer is all you need in team, except maybe 2 Lancer.

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Alright, so while my editor is taking time polishing the next update, I'll take this time to explain the mechanics.

It will be a standard d10, taking the best among one set.
As the commander of the Yamato, Subaru can issue orders to those under his command. The proficiency of these orders is directly related to his field experience. The more experienced he is in that particular field, the more complex orders he could issue. Field experience is accumulated depending on the readers’ approach regarding various situations.

Example: With 3 in navigator, rolls for navigation are set at 3d10 instead of the default 1d10.

Land combat classes will be the usual Scout/Shocktrooper/Sniper/Lancer/Grenadier
Warship control classes will be Navigator/Air Wing/Radar/Battle Chief/Mechanic

>>2112201
>implying
Nigga have you PLAYED the original also known as the best?
Scouts are basically all you fucking need 99% of the time (Lancers on certain missions, like one engineer, and a Shocktrooper or two to deal with dug in enemies), while Snipers kinda suck until you dump enough xp into them to make them good in the late game. And they still can't handle taking objectives for shit due to having garbage AP.
Snipers are cool, and Marina is easily Best Girl, but claiming they're all you need is pants-on-head retarded.

>>2112237
shocks are still the king of overwatch fire, that and the light tank with the minigun

>>2112237
Who needs to worry about taking objectives when all the enemies have been killed from a distance.

>>2112240
The fact that you've only got so many actions in a turn, and the enemy usually outnumber you pretty impressively in VC.
I'd like to see you complete Operation Cloudburst with just snipers and engineers.

>>2112242
Actually it has been a while since I played the game, I remember my team of mostly snipers (and admittedly, one scout) got me as far as the mission where you blow up the bridge to kill the dude in the giant armored train.

The most annoying mission up until that point was the giant tank thing you had to get up close and lob grenades in.

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Aono Satoru
Class: Scout
Potential: Spy
- A specialized scout that excels at terrorizing at the enemy from their rear. Offers one free action before the start of a sortie/operation, or go on a solo infiltration mission if it is assaulting an enemy land base.

Yanagi Morishima
Class: Engineer
Potential: Knowledge of Arms
- Can identify hostiles by class, the specifics of their weapons, and vehicles they use.

Subaru Kurokawa
Class: Sniper
Potential: Legacy to live up to
- +1 to all rolls, only affects himself

Orders
Scout: 1
Shocktrooper: 1
Sniper: 2
Lancer: 1
Grenadier: 1

Navigator: 1
Radar: 1
Battle Chief: 1
Mechanic: 1
Air Wing:1

This is the current setup, all of these will gradually increase as the story progresses.
And editor-kun is still processing, apologies for the wait

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I held my trusted Tousaka Type-97 close to my chest. Unsure of the number of rounds left in it, I decided to empty the gun before reloading it. Three bolt draws later, the rifle was emptied.
Two unused rounds and the three left in my ammo pouch make five, just enough to fill the magazine.
Carefully, I began loading them into my rifle one by one.

“How much have we got?” I ask
“Carbine’s busted, on the last mag for this thing. Seven shots.” Satoru answers, and with a click finished reloading his pistol. The gun itself was clearly a state-of-the-art semiautomatic manufactured on foreign soil, but considering his father’s line of work, it’s not out of the ordinary for him to own such a thing.
“Last mag, but I still have four C3 and one can of smoke” Yanagi holds up all four explosives. “Out of Ragnaids, though.”
“And here’s five more rounds,” I said. Not quite the best day

We were desperately low on ammo, but the fact remains that the three of us need to move out as soon as possible, lest risking getting caught by the enemy. The destroyed urban warzone is an excellent place for the three of us to sneak around unnoticed, especially since their attention is currently unfocused. However, while it might be a big gamble, the halftrack may not only contain the munitions we desperately need, but also gives us a means of transport to get out of this place.

>Sneak past the enemy [+ Scout/Navigation experience]
>Neutralize the enemy and seize the vehicle [Leads to other options]

>>2112259
>>Neutralize the enemy and seize the vehicle [Leads to other options]

>>2112259
>>Neutralize the enemy and seize the vehicle [Leads to other options]
"In the absence of orders, go find something and kill it"

>>2112259
>Sneak past the enemy [+ Scout/Navigation experience]
We have our goal - retreat and survive.

>>2112259
>>Sneak past the enemy [+ Scout/Navigation experience]

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>>2112259
>>Neutralize the enemy and seize the vehicle [Leads to other options]

GLORIOUS COMBAT

Four hours later

>Lure the escorts into the safehouse and bring the ceiling down on them, then take out the rest of them [+ Engineer and Sniper experience]
>Stage a swift ambush utilizing the last remaining smoke grenade [+ Sniper and Scout experience]

>>2112291
>Lure the escorts into the safehouse and bring the ceiling down on them, then take out the rest of them [+ Engineer and Sniper experience]

>>2112291
>Stage a swift ambush utilizing the last remaining smoke grenade [+ Sniper and Scout experience]

>>2112291
>Lure the escorts into the safehouse and bring the ceiling down on them, then take out the rest of them [+ Engineer and Sniper experience]

>>2112291
>Lure the escorts into the safehouse and bring the ceiling down on them, then take out the rest of them [+ Engineer and Sniper experience]

>>2112293
>>2112298
>>2112299
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>>2112294

Bait and Kill wins over Blitz, writing.

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“Let’s take them out.”
“What?” While a whisper, Satoru’s words were veneered with a silver of anger. “I thought you gave up on being suicidal.”
“I did, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let a chance to kill some steppe barbarians slip away this easily.”
His response was an expected long, resigned sigh. “Well then, any plans on not getting us killed, Captain?”
“Well, I can distract them while the two of you move into a flanking position and perform an ambush. That’ll be our best shot.”
The Tohsaka generates little flash and smoke, making it hard to spot or counter-fire. With pinpoint accuracy at mid distance this rifle can be a devastating reaper of souls. Now if I can use this thing to her maximum potential…

“Actually I got a better idea.” Yanagi suggests, instantly grabbing our attention.
With her face curling into an enthusiastic smile, the girl holds ups her explosives again. “This building is on the verge of collapsing, all it takes is one last push. If we can lure the barbarians near it, I can bring down the ceiling and bury them alive. That should make it a lot easier!"

Satoru and I exchanged glances, looked back at Yanagi, and then went back staring at each other again.

“Umm… is there something wrong with…”
“NO, IT’S BRILLIANT.” The two of us applauded her in unison.

Rolled 3, 5 = 8 (2d10)

>>2112330
BANZAAAAAAI!

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>>2112329
Give Yanagi your best 2d10

Rolled 7, 7 = 14 (2d10)

>>2112336

>>2112336

Rolled 10, 10 = 20 (2d10)

>>2112336

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>>2112341
Kek

Now a 3d10 for our MC!

Rolled 4, 5 = 9 (2d10)

>>2112336

Rolled 3, 5, 7 = 15 (3d10)

>>2112344

Rolled 1, 2, 9 = 12 (3d10)

>>2112344

Rolled 6, 6, 9 = 21 (3d10)

>>2112344

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>2112355

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>>2112354
Taking this

Finally a 1d10 for Satoru

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>2112359

>>2112358
>>2112354
>>2112341
The RNG gods gave their blessings to the Land of the Rising Sun today. Writing

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>2112359

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With the plan set in motion, we began carrying out our assigned tasks.
By utilizing a partially blocked off sewage system in an alley nearby, I found myself on the other side of the street, some blocks across the safe house where Yanagi could be slightly seen setting her C3s into place. Satoru, who has finished preparing the initial lure, positioned himself in an alleyway near the safe house.
Setting up my position within some ruined rooftop filled with rubble, I carefully observed the moving carriage as it passed through my position.

The utility halftrack is escorted by two shocktroopers and three scouts, factoring in the driver, there were a total 6 targets. Leading the group is the shocktrooper equipped with a large flamethrower, a terror for any soldiers seeking cover under trenches or behind obstacles, but a big fat target for any semi-decent sniper. But alas, this is not my time to shine yet.

Time appears to slow as they trudge forward, the scouts taking caution with each of their steps. I even swallowed a mouthful of saliva as they passed through Satoru’s position, but thankfully he managed to stay hidden, just like the professional he claims to be.

Then came the fateful moment, the very second the halftrack crossed the entrance of our safe house…

A percussive BANG greets this silent, monochrome world. Like a roar of a mythological thunder god, the old bookshelf inside the safe house fell like a collapsing monolith, grabbing the soldiers’ immediate attention. Of course, the first thing the barbarians did was to spray hellfire right into the windows of the first floor. Like the fire of the mythological dragon, it scorched the well-packed concrete and seared it bright red.

For a moment I could sense their triumph, which was instantly put out when Yanagi’s explosive performance took the center of the stage.

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The sound of four consecutive explosions stripped away the last pillars that supported the second floor, which then accumulated into a wonderful symphony of a building collapsing in on itself and shrieks of horror from the soldiers as the full weight of a concrete avalanche buried them alive.

One scout and one driver left, and the former was panicking instead of diving for cover, a fatal mistake I can’t be happier to capitalize on.

“Bingo.”

The 6.5×50mmSR cartridge empties under my breath, penetrating the scout right through his cranium. The driver, having eaten three rounds of Satoru’s pistol, fell off the vehicle and collapsed right beside his companion.
Yet it wasn’t over. To my horror, the flamethrower-wielding shocktrooper crawled out from the rubble. His equipment utterly destroyed, the man pulls out his pistol, aiming directly at my unsuspecting friend.

“Satoru!” I stood up and cried at the top of my lungs, only to be received by the sound of consecutive gunshots from a carbine.
Yanagi’s ended the steppe barbarian’s life before he can open his mouth to curse.

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That will be it for today, Editor-kun is asleep and I need to take a trip to the hospital tomorrow. So I'll continue on the weekends.

Staying around a bit for questions and criticisms. I hope my performance wasn't shamefur dispray tier since this is the first time I'm using /qst/ as a writing platform.

>>2112415
I knew this seemed familiar when I saw it mentioned in /qtg/.
So, Pacific War is dead, I guess?

>>2112415
Not really. Looking forward to the next thread thanks for running.

>>2112419
The thing about Pacific War was that I tried to write a story that delved into the connection and characterization of the main cast, but instead, only Aiteng ended up as a "character".
And since I can't see a way to fix that problem, I decided to reboot the story with a perspective that is easier to manage while still trying to achieve the same goals I set out to do.

But Aiteng and her lackey will definitely return as enemies

Since it appears that my hands are tied (for the most part) during the weekends I'll see if I could do a run on Tuesday, apologies for the delay

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“Nice save, Yanagi,” I call out, hurrying back to my squad mates. She flashes me a thumbs up in response.
Satoru, on the other hand, wasted no time scavenging what remains of the convoy, starting from the trolley the halftrack was tolling. Turns out the cargo was carrying a field gun. Had we given them the chance to deploy that thing, we most likely wouldn’t have made it out alive.
Perhaps luck was more on our side than I expected, I thought to myself as Yanagi and I joined in the scavenging.

"Let's see... Shells, bandages, Aha, Grenades! And this is ...Beef jerky? Why is there beef jerky- whatever, I’m taking this."
Compared to the silent and composed Satoru, Yanagi was as jolly as a child on Shougatsu, shoving whatever she found to be of interest into her pockets.

“Anything over there, Satoru?” I asked,
“Yeah, some ammo crates.” Came a strained answer. “But there’s a minor problem”
"What is it?"
“These are Yu spec equipment. Nothing here matches with what we currently have at hand.”

With the stacks of captured armament from the Tengar-Yu war, it was logical for the Khaganate to make use of the surplus arms from their now conquered foe. The late Yu Dynasty's shares of small arms were derived from the Atlantic Federation, her longtime ally in trade and a major contributor to her industrialization.

Zipang, on the other hand, while also receiving extensive support from the East Europan Imperial Alliance, developed her own set of industry and military standards. This gave us a unique tech tree specialized for this nation’s people but also resulted in a mismatch with every other nation's firearms.

Sadly, there's no way I can fit a 7.92 Müller round into my 6.5 Tohsaka rifle.

Even so, having something was better than having nothing. Yanagi picked up a rifle from a fallen soldier and had most of her equipment refilled, while Satoru took a liking to a scavenged enemy bayonet.

"Here."

As I sat on the half-track to get some long awaited rest, Yanagi appeared before me as she presented me with a piece of dark brown, streaky piece of what I'm assuming is meat.
Seems like this was jerky she was muttering a while back.

"Satoru, you want some?"
"No, thanks."
Sharp and on the point, Satoru went back looting the bodies of dead soldiers.

I, on the other hand, took some time to examine this weird ration. "What is this, dog chew?"
"Just shut up and eat."

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As Yanagi and I sat at the half-track and gnawed on what I can only imagine was dog chew, my bespectacled friend returned and tossed me a bloodied enemy uniform. It belonged to the half-track’s driver, who took three shots of his pistol at point blank.

“Put these on.” He said flatly.
“What?”
“Their uniforms, we can’t just get away with enemy equipment without looking like them, can we?” He answers, tossing another set of uniform at Yanagi.
"Are you nuts? We'd be diving head first into hostile territory!” She protests. ”What if we run into a checkpoint? None of us here speak steppe hooligans, for fuck's sake!"
"No worries, look at that patch on the left chest."
Surprisingly, the words written on it were not alien at all. As a matter of fact, it’s kanji, word for word.
“We all at least know the Yu language right?” He kicks the naked, bloodied corpse aside. “These guys aren’t real steppe barbarians, they’re Yu conscripts.”
"So? Doesn't change the fact that we'd get busted at the first checkpoint or patrol we run into! What are we supposed to do if someone asks us something? Play mime?"
“Yanagi’s right,” I say. “Even if we can read it, it doesn’t mean any of us can speak the Yu language.”

“你確定?<Are you sure about that?>”

Wait a moment, what was that?
Like me, Yanagi can’t seem to believe what she just heard.

“How good was that? It’s a northern accent by the way.” Satoru adjusts his glasses, a gesture as to convey pride in showing off his linguistic skills.
“That was… very close, I guess.” Yanagi muttered in surprise.
I would have said the same, until I remembered he’s the son of a prominent diplomat of this nation.
“It might sound convincing to us, but to the enemy?” I question. Surely, a native speaker of the language can effortlessly pick up the little discrepancies in those who only learned it as their second.
“You see, that’s where you are wrong, my friend.” He explains. “The late Yu Dynasty, as well as every other dynasty that came before it, is infamous for its hundreds of regional accents and dialects. A little slip up can easily be covered up as long as I don’t explicitly state the part of the country I come from.”

>We’ll be counting on you then, friend. [+ Scout/Navigation experience]
>I’m not sure if I want to take this risk.
>[write in?]

>>2123702
>>We’ll be counting on you then, friend. [+ Scout/Navigation experience]

>>2123702
>We’ll be counting on you then, friend. [+ Scout/Navigation experience]

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Huh, I didn't expect threads to go on autosage without hitting bump limit, but I don't want to abandon this thread either (for now).

Guess I'll probably wait for a qtg to pop up and spread awareness there, then see how things go.

>>2123702
>We’ll be counting on you then, friend. [+ Scout/Navigation experience]

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“We’ll be counting on you then, Satoru.” For some reason, I feel as if my friend has suddenly assumed the role of a tour guide of sorts. Not that I am complaining, the man known as Satoru Aono has always been a reliable person regardless of the situations we find ourselves into, and it’s no different now.

“Here’s how things go.” He elucidates, “We have three uniforms: one relatively clean, one with bullet holes and covered in blood, and one bleached gray with debris and soaked with liquid ragnite. Not the most inconspicuous disguise but can pass as a crew of wounded returning from the front lines.”

“Where’d you get the clean one then?” I question.
“The guy with his brains all over the floor of course, and speaking of which, I must thank you for presenting me with an enemy uniform in such pristine condition.”
“Then wouldn’t it make more sense for me to wear that?” I shrug “It’s my hunt after all.”
“Except I’m the one who’s doing the talking,” he retorts. “The wounded and the one tending the wounded though, those roles are up for grabs.”

With that, he tosses me another set of uniforms, this one belonging to the flame trooper, which emitted a stench so potent I swear my five senses blacked out a moment.

“Ack, it smells like rotten sewage and gasoline.” Yanagi covers her nose with one free hand.
“Well, liquid ragnite composite is quite notorious for that smell.” Satoru follows up with the same action. “Unfortunately this is the best we have, lest we try excavating the dead buried under the rubble.”
“That wouldn’t be practical,” I say, handing the soaked uniform to Yanagi.
…
…
“… You’re joking.”
As expected, Yanagi clearly had no intention of taking that uniform by any means. I simply shook my head in slow motion.
"Look, this might smell bad, but surely it's better than being soaked in blood-"
“HELL NO! I'm not putting on that thing! Do you have any idea how volatile that fucking shirt is?"

>Fine, I’ll take it
>We’ll let democracy decide the outcome then.

I'll see if I could continue tomorrow with a bit more traffic on this thread rather than making a new one. Though it seems like I might as well have to.

>>2123943
>We’ll let democracy decide the outcome then.

>>2123943
>We’ll let democracy decide the outcome then.

A new thread continued over here >>2130423
Along with a twatter to notify lives: https://twitter.com/Turkroachistan