>>5848640
> Go to investigate.

>>5848640
Your first thread is still on page 3, it is going to stay on the board for two months. Making a new one isn't going to get you more voters. If anything it might lose you some, and at this pace you will run out of threads long before your first thread falls off the board, since you can only make 5 at a time.

>>5848653
I wanted to draw something new for it, and I plan to end the story soon. It will not have more than 3 threads.

>>5848658
You could've still stuck in the first thread. Jumping ship early might make it hard to reach that end since some anons take extreme offense to this sort of thing

Also you could've just posted your new art in the old thread as an update header

>>5848665
too late to do anything about it now, so if you want to participate you can send in a vote, but if not im in the qtg if you want to discuss this further. thanks

>>5848640
> Go to investigate.

>>5848640
> Go to investigate.

>>5848640
>> Go to investigate.

>>5848684
...just curious, did you archive the first half of this? On suptg? If not and you aren't going to abandon this thread for the first, you might want to. Someone else might and be a right prick about it. I've seen it happen for less.

>>5848717
i archived both, yes

>>5848717
Okay good you did. Smart. Was worried there. Might not be following this, but misarchives are something no QM deserves

>>5848716
>>5848697
>>5848694
>>5848646
Acting against your better judgment, you decide to take a small break to investigate. Cautiously following the sound of the blood-curdling cries for help, eventually you come to a clearing. Before you see who was making the noise, the stench of blood hits your nose and overwhelms your senses. Suddenly, you come into a small clearing.

In front of you lies a man, tall in stature, a thick beard on his face, wearing full flannel with a rifle on the ground besides him. He's groaning in pain, gripping his thigh in agony. You look down, and his entire foot, up to his ankle, is doused in blood, stuck in a rusted bear trap.

As he opens his eyes once more, he spots you. Immediately, the crazed look on his face turns from fear to desperation. He opens his mouth to speak and a small bit of blood dribbles out.

"Hey.. I need you to do something for me. Do you have a gun with you?" he chokes out between grunts.

Nodding, you apprehensively pull out your TT-33.

"Look, I'm not gonna make it out here. We're miles from civilization. I always thought I'd go out like this, but I want to go out in dignity. My rifle's empty, and if I don't do this now, I'll die in days from blood loss or weeks from starvation. Even worse-- what if a bear stumbles across me like this?" He takes a second to cough.

"Please, shoot me. Put me out of this torture. You'll be doing me a god-damn favor."

Taken aback, your mind running, you stop to think for a moment.

> Go through with it.
> Leave him to his fate.

>>5850497
>> Go through with it.

>>5850497
>> Go through with it.

>>5850700
>>5850755

Wincing, you nod solemnly to the man. You ask what he wants you to do with the body after he's dead.

"Just leave me to be reclaimed by the forest. Don't worry, I was always prepared for this to happen."

You put the gun to his head. He nods to you and stares you dead straight in the eyes. You feel as though he can see into your soul, as you can his. After a split-second hesitation which felt like forever, you pull the trigger. The shot is nearly silent. Blood pools at your feet, and seeps into the ground below.

As he lays there, his body cooling, his eyes glazed over and the stench of death beginning to hang in the air, you remove the beartrap from his foot, now crusted with dried blood. Finally, you shut his eyelids, and lay the unknown man to rest.

No time to be shaken. I could be joining him soon. Continuing on your journey, staring down at your map, eventually, you come to a very large clearing. You look down at your watch.

April 8th, 7:43PM.

Looking up, you see a large mass hidden underneath a tarp covered with sticks and mud, a man is leaning on a tree nearby, smoking a cigarette. As he spots you, he waves and gives a salute.

"Comrade! I was worried you wouldn't make it. What happened to your escort?"

You explain the story of how you crashed, but conveniently leave out the part about mercy killing a man you didn't even know the name of.

"Well, in any case, you made it right on time."

Excitedly, the man, about 5'8 with jet black hair and a bounce to his step, rips the tarp, revealing a Polikarpov I-16, painted entirely black.

"Here she is. Isn't she pretty? I named her Anastasia."

Walking up to it and smacking the hull, he goes on.

"This'll get you to Magdeburg no problem! Now, one little caveat. I was told of two different drop locations we could go to. I was ordered to let you make the decision."

Pulling out a small map of his own, he continues.

"I could either-- paradrop you into a forest near the outskirts of the town, where you'd least risk detection. There, we could have agents sent to escort you to the parade in disguise, where you'd be practically carried right to the Fuhrer's doorstep."

"Alternatively, I could also paradrop you right into the town. In a near-abandoned part of the city under the cover of night, where you'd be greeted by fellow NKVD agents and given a supporting agent to help you. He's been given the same TT-33 you have, and those precious moments between reloading could mean the difference between a dead Fuhrer, or a captured agent."

> Forest. I can handle myself just fine, and an easy passage to the parade is vital.
> City. I could take the Fuhrer, but Himmler might get away between shots.

>>5853219
>> Forest. I can handle myself just fine, and an easy passage to the parade is vital.

>>5853219
> Forest. I can handle myself just fine, and an easy passage to the parade is vital.

>>5853386
>>5853677
Update will be a day late today. I think I got sick. Sorry anons.

Feeling better. Update soon.

Next update in 2 days
>>5853386
>>5853677
"Forest. I can handle myself just fine, and I'd really appreciate an easy passage to the parade."

The pilot shrugs and smiles at you, "Perfect. Let's head out then, yeah?"

Picking up a log and placing it by the side of the jet, the pilot uses it as a stepstool and hops up into the cockpit. He beckons you to join him. After quite a tight squeeze in the traditionally one-seated I-16 plane, you hear the grinding and shifting of gears as the closes above you.

The pilot asks if you're ready. You assure him that you are. Rummaging around beneath his seat, he hands you what looks to be a backpack.

"That there is your parachute. Pull the orange cord when you can make out individual bricks on a house."

"Sounds.. simple enough," you nervously tell the pilot. "How long will it be until we're over the drop location?"

"About 7 hours. We've got 12 hours of fuel, so we should be able to make it and then some."

You look down at your watch.

April 8th, 9:42PM.

With the turn of a key and a flick of a switch, the engine roars to life. The smell of oil, gasoline, and the sensation of your nostrils burning up hits you.

The propellers start spinning, and you feel the ground lift from underneath you. Your head spins. You've never felt more nervous than in this moment. This is real. This is happening. I have to pull myself together and keep my composure, you think to yourself. By the end of the week, the Fuhrer will be dead.

As the plane ascends into the sky, dazzling with stars across its infinite expanse, you peer out of the window, and look down at the ground. Slowly, the people turn to dots, the cities turn to glimmers of light, and the only thing you can hear is the screeching of the propellers.

You slowly start to space out. The rolling hills and cobbled dirt roads from decades of horse foot trampling upon them zoom across the countryside. The pilot speaks up. He raises his voice considerably so you can hear him.

"I forgot to tell you, I received word that you have to choose how to proceed to the parade! You can either be driven there, or you can go through the sewer system underneath the city. If you drive there, there will be Wehrmacht soldiers guarding every single block within a mile radius of the place, although it will be much more bearable."

"If you go through the sewers, there's no soldiers or anything down there; maybe a janitor, but that's about it. You'll also unfortunately stink of the sewer, which may attract unwanted attention. What'll it be?"

> Drive me. I want to keep my dignity.
> Sewers. Too much has gone wrong already, and this is the most critical portion of the mission.

>>5859050
>> Drive me. I want to keep my dignity.

Going to be late, schedules are hard and stuff comes up a lot

Dont want to just go silent, but my situation is changing a lot and I won't be able to keep up with the quest. I haven't had a lot of time to myself. Official declaration of hiatus.