Forces of the unknown have caused our world to merge/combine with a typical fantasy world. Old world governments have managed to hold on to major urban and suburban areas, but rural areas range from fragile peace to complete chaos. People and towns from either side suddenly find them selves in a new realm, and portals going between both worlds are scattered through out the lands.
Do you seek your fortune alone or in the company of your fellow Jow Forumsommandos? Will you pledge your service to an Empire or Republic in the New World or fight only for cold hard cash? If you choose to fight with other Jow Forumsommandos, what fighting style do you adopt to counter enemies that can eat WW1 tier losses like they were nothing? Do you fight like Roman Legionnaires, French Fusiliers of the Line, Russian Cossacks, or Spanish Tercios? What is the most effective style for this new world?
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taking the guerrilla phase of "They're in the fucking trees!" to the next level
Brody Thomas
>the psychological horror of being caught in a spider's web, unable to escape >tfw you know that it won't just kill you, it'll liquify your insides and then slurp them up like a soup
yeah but who does what face when they hear the trees talking human-with-flamethrower?
Lincoln Ramirez
>reliable source of chord as long as you can keep your partner well fed >agile scout that can avoid almost any form of armed offence >the only way you can keep them out of a building is if you sorround the building in a wall of teflon >can absolutely terrify your oponents
Caleb Martin
And of course we musn't forget the numerous creative ways in which you can use spider webs for traps.
But even if they can eat like us, can they shoot like us? With an exoskeleton or biological Kevlar about 1/4 inch thick (which may vary for different spider types) that’s replaced only every 2 months or so, I don’t think they can handle heavy recoil shotguns or sustained stress. These guys to me are like bird hunter tarantulas or sticky web fish campers, so they might like soft single shot weapons or PDWs. Handling a pipe crossbow might as well be a godsend to them.
Isaiah Cooper
I think they'd be best used to make booby traps to slow the enemy down or unconventional booby traps to fuck with engineers, since spider silk has a higher tensile strength than kevlar.
Tripwire grenade traps where the wire is even harder to detect and the grenade is secured above the door frame where the poor bastard it's set up for isn't looking; Large webs or the enemy to stumble into that could be hooked up to sensors/noisemakers; maybe even large wire traps across areas for low-flying CAS. Ones of the trapdoor variety can also make literal spider-holes, and their spider holes actually would have a web system on the ground around it that can tell you when people are near.
Aiden Adams
>spider silk has a higher tensile strength than kevlar Spider silk instead of kevlar for body armor?
Evan King
>shits going bad in my area >express kidnappings by goblins are becoming ever more common >11 decapitated elf bodies were found hanging by their feet under a bridge >2 of my closest friends were kidnapped by harpies, no ransom has been stablished which means they are being kept as slaves >a dwarf caravan was bombed by some anti-fantastical creature extremist >said group of extremist are performing random hits on areas known to be low on human population >police department has been replaced by a full on military regiment created to control this shitshow >their propaganda is everywhere, the typical "join the army for x reason and be proud of blah blah blah" posters and announcer vans blasting military speechs with the national anthem in the background >someone snuck a sliced harpy shallot into my sandwich and now i've had a painful boner and nausea for 2 hours shit going bad bros
Jaxon Ortiz
>2 of my closest friends were kidnapped by harpies, no ransom has been stablished which means they are being kept as slaves Lucky friends.
Also they usually eat the guys when they get tired of them, so they may not be as lucky as they seem.
Asher Miller
sauce?
Caleb Gomez
It's from Touhou, but I don't know the sauce. I wouldn't worry too much about your friends being eaten as long as they're Jow Forumsommandos, harpies tend to be as heavily armed and gun-loving as any right-wing militia fanatic, so if they share that in common then you can expect your friends to live a long happy life of being repeatedly raped by harpies.
would the harpies be raping the Jow Forumsommando, or would the Jow Forumsommando be raping the harpies? wouldn't it be a "Im not stuck in here with you, but you are stuck here with me" situation?
Joseph Gomez
>11 decapitated elf bodies were found hanging by their feet under a bridge
Who even knows who is raping who when the clusterfuck of an orgy starts. All I know is that their sex slaves tend to be relegated to garrison duty back at their nests, since trying to bring along someone who can't fly to fight would only slow them down. But on the positive side, the harpies fucking love looting the dead, so their nests tend to be stacked with weaponry of all sorts.
>your friends being eaten as long as they're Jow Forumsommandos they are normie tier when it comes to guns, they are (if still alive) my friends because we share vidya interests
Carson Turner
you don't need their forgiveness if they are all too dead to forgive
Nicholas Murphy
would you use stuff that came out of your comrade's ass as rope? Seems a bit weird to me.
Ayden Sanders
use ex-links, or search the characters (those are Aya and Hatate) + shota tags and you might find it!
>drive-by extremists i meant drive-by extremist attack, this fucking tequila is fucking with my shitposting abilities
Hudson Perry
YOU'RE WELCOME.
Evan Martin
post requests for writefags also I slightly want to write something regarding succubus but WITHOUT the sex or nsfw part, how could they be included in tacticool stuff?
>I slightly want to write something regarding succubus socially retarded succ drops the soul stealing in exchange for a rifle and lots of bounties to cash
Easton Lewis
>socially retarded stop user that hits me too close to home
>hits me too close to home it hits everybody too close to home, it's Jow Forums were in afterall
Nathaniel Reed
unless they're from Jow Forums
Dylan Bennett
myceanea in swamp would they either have an Abo or Australian type of culture?
Jackson Morgan
>especially if they're from Jow Forums FTFY bro. Go rest up so you don't lose all your gains.
Ayden Morris
>pastebin.com/ShYJ79WG Continuing the story, or trying too anyway. Gotta love it when both your store and department managers are moved and noone replaces them.
>I stand there for a moment in shock >Okay, it was predicted and they had been scouting it, but a thrust like this? Its unheard of >"The fuck Mags?" >Its Slavshot >"What do you mean the bastards have pushed up? They shouldnt have the numbers" >"Nah, an they shoouldnt ave the numbers or gear for this mess either but they do" >Big Mags peers past me towards the Elf >"Your toy talked yet Lopata?" >"Sorry Mags, at least nothing useful" >Ah, 'kay. Grab Atya and lock this place up. We might be some time" >I grab Atya's pouch and toss a bag of food at the Elf >"Waters in the tap, die and stink my shit up and youll find there is no place safe" >The Elf raises a hand and opens her mouth to speak but the door closes on her words and the lock clicks >The others glance at me, all ready to go >Big Mag takes the lead and we troops down to the main hall where the task force is assembling >Last time it was an eclectic mix but this time it is even more so >The remnants of mauled units are being pulled together and mashed into a vague fighting unit >I can see Orks, Lamias, Harpies, Dwarfs, even a few Kobolds, Humans, a Slime or two and some other races all mingling together >Orders are given quick and fast, no big speeches this time >We are to gear up, get in there fast and wipe out the opposing forces then entrench and fortify the positions >The only real kicker: the road is flanked by heavy forest. We are going to be fighting through the enemies terrain >Everyone is shitting bricks at this >Apart from Slabshot who is getting that unhinged homicidal look again >We move off to the armoury >Inside a lot has changed >Gone are the masses of ammo and grenades, spare weapons and the like >Now boxes are piled up neatly and everyone is handed a set amount from the dwindling stash >Naturally this sits well with very few
Christian Moore
boards.4channel.org/k/thread/40555524#p40599877' finally continued because I want to get this 6 days ago >was playing with Sigel’s body >making him dance to remove kebab, Säkkijärven polka, and Korobeiniki >but it started with him trying to incognito learn a jig >he was sad that he couldn’t do it right >so I thought why not help him learn faster >and I don’t regret it at all >the sound of music >made Sigel do the split, the moonwalk, the worm, and other stuff I found >no y can’t hear the music with this suit on >squeaking and stuff in ear don’t help >not know how to remove >so made it louder to help move with it >better now because everyone can hear if they want to listen >feeling weird now, but I think I do better dancing >I mean Sigel’s body dances better now >everyone is watching him dance >I feel odder as I continued to dance >so many sensations, but also the desire to dance less >no not yet, there is much to learn >no…to vomit >OHGODNOTAGAIN.bodyfail >I came back to see Sigel in some sort of trance I must have left him in >the astronauts surrounding him look very angry and concerned >at him and me, if they can see me Damned ghost. We were about to ignore on him and he pulls this shit. >take over a body >try speaking again >well excuse me, I wanted to help >in my way of course What…Ike!? >no this is not Ike >this is the ghost >and the Sigel body wanted to dance right, so I helped him Then couldn’t you have done a better job!? >no, I did my best and had fun I could have helped him! >wut >you should have told him or me >Sigel body gets out of trance, and then makes gurgling sounds >see Sigel taken to infirmary >okay let me follow, so I can see how he dance >oh no body I took over I won’t let you grab the green pineapple or the gray cylinder >I feel I shouldn’t trust that thing, yet I should, but I won’t this time >use Ike body to follow into infirmary, get stopped by security >sudden twinkling of sounds
Nolan Turner
>OHSHITMAHBALLS >WATDAFCUK >my insides…why >vomit from so much pain >come back to see Ike body on the floor >I really have to avoid that >get to the room >Sigel and 2 astronauts are there >oh they’re removing helmets now >eh so that’s the full face of Jaime and Sigel >Sigel looks like overworked bar worker and Jaime looks like TV executive officer >wait why do I know that Dr. Reinbock, what did that cursed spirit do to him? He’s okay, but it’s hard to say he’ll be the same >oh. Does that mean he can dance, a little? >Jaime my sweet angel why are you shivering? He can prob- >Oh wow if I wasn’t a ghost, that wall punch would have killed me >Alarm in the base rings The priority target has been sighted! Repeat, priority target has been spotted! All needed Jow Forumsontainment squads get to fucking zone 21! Zone fucking 21! >oh yeh time to do my thing >zip out the infirmary past the fainted guards >follow the dozens of of brown-colored astronauts to some swamp boats and crafts ‘Ey! Where did Spoopy get off to? We need him! >take over the body of that guy >I’m here guyz >okay I have the urge for using this gun, and also not using this gun >ignore using the Galil on myself, no matter how compelling it is and follow some other guy >2 squads will chase the Labuff eel while 2 others trap it and hopefully allow me to stop it >alright let’s do this >hear collective audible doubt from the others >now hang on, I’m going to make you guys like me here! >even if I am shitty >huh, déjà vu >ride the swamp crafts >bumpy and strangely nostalgic >I think I was searching for something here >no not just the eel, but something else >I was searching for…something good >what was it >radio.crackle YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO! LIGHT HIM UP! >double tap in the distance.mp3 >okay nvm getting ready >wait how do I make myself vomit to get out of this body Look at this then you dick >oh shit, a guy just had to have convenient photos
Cameron Hernandez
>that is definitely dirty >why da fuck does this body feel good from looking at this >oh no there’s more >that’s not even usable anymore >this is fucking wrong >my body is fucking aching >no more >NO.WillSmithNO >oh god >wait, >did this body actually… >that’s it, even inside this suit >vomit.purge >clearly not the worst thing that fucker went through >finally out >ah fuck I can’t see in this murky >at least I can walk around >see something dark moving >I’m under it, so I can probably come from below >ah yes this is it >let’s get in the creature >get in the Labuff >felt SO AWFUL >NO LEGS >No delicious alligator >MONKEY ATTACKS MAKE ME ANGRY >NO LABUFF CHICK EEL FOR ME >SSOO FUCKING ANGRY I WANT TO SPLOODGE >THRASH THE DIRTY MONKEYS WITH MY BODY >SPLOODGE >explode the water with slime, covering monkeys with slime >felt feeling to get back home >no wait my home isn’t in there >ass swamp creek ain’t my home >my home has to be somewhere else >but >oh god confusing >then memory of family with other eels made me realize I was following animal instinct >I don’t have a family as a ghost >I think >then I see this monkey >He’s wearing something red on his head >He’s playing making music Shadilay! Shadilay! Shadilay! >THis rED displeases me with its hurtful music >Decide to attack the red >SLPOODGE >SPLOOD- >oh god I can’t breath SHADILAY! SHADILAY! SHADILAY! >It’s coming from everywhere youtube.com/watch?v=AfcGIHtwqBA >my lungs can’t take this >ah fuck feeling my eel insides doesn’t feel right >MAH INSIDES COME OUT >get out and see the dozen astronauts surrounding the eel I recently evacuated >they wear the Jow Forumsice armbands and armed with large speakers blaring out a jazz song >guess the eel didn’t like it
>the giant slimey boi was dragged to base >as I type this, they’re making a bomb to ride on this thing >one that doesn’t slip off from the slime the eel makes >Sigel is getting better >he can do the splits without my help >every hour I hear him fall on some poor sap >one astronaut keeps looking after him >probably that bitch Jaime
Robert Perez
not all treadheads are wehraboos, but all wehraboos are treadheads
Liam Brooks
user wtf is a harpy shallot and why is it causing you boners and nausea?
Luis Morris
kek
Josiah Hall
Based Terror-user
Jeremiah Martin
>I have a gun >I have a magic >Unf >Magic Gun
Dylan Clark
No
Jordan Morales
Whatever happened to terroranon? did the cia niggers get him?
Christian Murphy
nah he was being pursued by mounted leaf niggers. Same difference I guess though
Jason Martinez
idk about the rest of you, but personally I would try to group up with other Jow Forumsommandos and take over a small human village. Then, using the power of our modern engineering, slowly build them up and transform them into a city and use them as a manufacturing base as we launch wars of conquest on our surrounding and under armed neighbors. Still undetermined on aesthetic though >Prussian >Rhodesian >Roman Republican >Roman Imperial >Byzantine >Gothic >French Napoleonic >Naahtzee >Tsarist Russian >Crusader
Nice trips. Speaking of me. >a couple days after the hot iron to the face incident >sitting around the fire >the trees start speaking infringement >ohshit.nigger >a small fucking platoon's worth of horseniggers suddenly appears in the branches and start shooting >mfw they're not even going for arrests anymore >everyone scatters like a flock of heavily armed seagulls and starts shooting back >I feel the feeling of getting fucking domed and black out >wake up what I'd later learn was a week later in a tent made of deerhide >it's a big tent >and I have a big headache >my giantess pokes her head in and makes that weird squealing noise women do when they're really happy >she picks me up >oh god ow no I'm still ventilated >but also this is fine because she's soft and warm >I figure the bullet that hit me in the head probably just ended up skimming around the inside of my braincase and I am very lucky >she takes me outside for some air >dwarfbro, Ricky and elfbro are cheering >only them and the van squad that picked me up innacity all that time ago >everyone else is dead or caught >we lost most of our guns and explosives >fugg
>mfw an f-15 shot down a FUCKING DRAGON yesterday >the carcass of the dragon crashed in the outskirts of town while the jet was circling around it Yesterday was a good day
Glue a few gold coins to it and leave it somewhere, they won't notice a thing
Daniel Butler
I swear if I see another fucking crowman peeking in through my window I'm getting my house fairy to animate a bunch of scarecrows with shotguns and blow you fuckers out of the sky.
Because it's a "care package" with food for the "poor" gobbos
Tyler Ortiz
>caught gobbos trying to steal my chickens a couple nights ago >tracked their nest to a nearby cave >probably just gonna chuck a bunch of thermite and buckshot at it anyone wanna tag along? i can't pay ya but booze is on me
Kayden Scott
>not blowing the entrance and piping in truck exhaust
>we must rebuild >Ricky managed to save the booze >Jow Forumsleric is horribly distraught over her uncle, naturally >we try giving her a submachine gun and she seems to appreciate the gesture but doesn't cheer up >elfbro, blessed be he, saved all the pipes, tobacco, and, more importantly, Jow Forumsleric >van squad saved the computer and a lot of fucking guns >Nimba mostly just saved me
Caleb Morales
>concerned, I help cook some of our remaining food >suddenly, blinding pain, all over the left side of my head >scream like a little bitch >pass out >wake up with suspiciously limited vision >mfw elfbro tells me he had to remove my left eye because the bullet tore up exactly the wrong shit Fich mich.
imagine a rounder shallot, with a bit of an orange hue, and smells like garlic, it also produces nitric oxide in the circulatory system, causing blood to flow to the penis, much like viagra, but stronger, strong enough to induce nausea and in severe cases type c diarrhea its commonly used by different species, most notably harpies, looking to force a male into reprodution
Eli King
>be minding own business in parking lot behind CVS >small creak that runs through the town, mostly druggies and gobbos hang out there, fenced off but doesn't stop anything >see like 13 gobbos and hoodlums walking through it >all obnoxious in gray hoodies and reek of cannabis and moon sugar fumes >local soccermoms complaining about IV needles everywhere and bad influence I'm almost debating on clearing out these niggers msyelf just to get the italian elven hags in my town to shut the fuck up Do Serpentniggers eat gobbos or are they taste too gobby? Do you think they'd do it for free? Has anyone tasted gobbo at least?
Levi Turner
>be tier 0 operator >2020 >shady glowinthedarks offer me lucrative job working at facility >a guy named Ted (spook) guides me across the facility. I am to watch for any “creatures” that have escaped their rooms. >what kind of creatures? >Ted instantly drops the subject, instead shows me to the staff room >it’s fucking great, but the other guys look fucking miserable >Ted gives me contract >normal glowinthedark shit, I can’t use cameras or phones other than the radio issued to me in the facility >can’t speak about the facility >sign it cause sweet million dollars (US) >first shift near containment cells >other guy talking to me >he’s got the jitters, but for some reason I can’t stop talking aswell. >I talk about anything, the fucking floor beneath us if it’s a viable subject. >guy gives in to the mouth diarrhea and both of us talk for hours. >learn his name’s Dan. looks mid 40s, balding, but he’s Jow Forums as fuck. >sudden banging, hear a screech. >he gets a semi heart attack, immediately stops talking. banging still emanates from the hall. >tells me to be quiet >I utter “OK,” but the guy immediately tells me to shut the fuck up, >realize there’s a reason for it >banging stops after a while. I stay silent for the rest of my shift
Cooper Kelly
>tier 0 operator cia pls go, you're not welcome here
Ian Smith
oh sorry, see you later I guess
>get to the staff room with Dan >it’s the only place without a camera surprisingly >immediately, he sits me down. >”listen, the reason why you need to be quiet when you pass by that hallway is because of the fucking thing in the room,” >”it can hear everything you say. It can also hear any movements you make that are too loud. but it also fucks up your head whenever you go near it.” >”it’s almost like psychological warfare; you feel a need to talk. mouth diarrhea ensues.” >it eventually heard us through the steel, apparently, two hours into the shift. felt like longer >a fucking whimper through the wall and it starts pounding on the damn thing. >freaked the fuck out. never had to deal with this before >sip on my coffee. tastes almost like fucking oil, it’s disgusting but i drink it. >take a small nap in my chair, as to be ready for my next shift.
>I wake up, grab the issued 7.62 NATO sbr and 10mm sidearm. this time I’m with some old fart named Bernard. >he’s some french guy from Canada, completely bald with a white ass santa beard. >constantly talking about how beautiful Quebec was. >me and Bernard are walking to our assigned post: Room 710. >he’s still blabbering, but I enjoy it. >tells old stories about his PMC days >think he’s lying but don’t give a shit. guy looks kind of operator so I don’t bug him about it. >anyway, it’s a different room. >Bernard doesn’t give a shit about any cameras, straight up tells me what to do. >there is some mean motherfucker sitting inside Room 710; Bernard tells me I won’t have to do much on the shift. >Bernard will tap me on the shoulders if anything’s wrong, though. Idk why he doesn’t speak. >there’s one rule, though. >never listen to Bernard, and never, ever listen to the guy inside the room. >reminds me that he will TAP me, never TALK to me. >I understand, but Bernard keeps a close eye on my face as if there was something on it or something. >he falls asleep and I have to kick him awake. he’s mad at me for a minute, then quickly realizes where he is and shrugs his shoulders. >but the next time I look, the fucking boomer fell asleep again. this time I let it slide. >about three hours into the shift, Bernard starts talking to me again. >there’s something wrong. we need to open the door. >wtf >look over to Bernard and he’s fast asleep. >realize what’s going on and close my eyes. I tell the faggot behind the door to shut up with my brain power. >it continues to harass me, then fucks off after about a half hour. >Bernard has woken from his nap. only another 25 minutes until the shift ended then. >”I’m still here.” I imply. >we end the shift and I tell him all about it.
Angel Baker
More plz
Aaron Peterson
But what about pic related? >"remarkable for their intelligent hunting behaviour, which suggests that they are capable of learning and problem solving, traits normally attributed to much larger animals." en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portia_(spider)
>he acts like it was nothing special, goes on about his first shift. >same room, 710. he almost opened the door, sbut his partner (he wouldn’t disclose his name) smacked him across the face. >apparently, the guy died last month due to a containment breach. >listen to his stories, it’s comforting. >begin to look at his eyes, thousand mile stare. >I wish him well and leave him be, he seems pleased he has some down time and goes for his canteen of non-specified contents. >now using IT computer to shitpost >put it away as I realize the time. >placed with another guard, this time a woman. >tied back black hair, tall and quiet type, seems constantly angry. she scares me. >slaps my back, pushes me down the corridor, constantly joking. >room 295 >the job is a breeze. >we’re guarding what is basically a surgeon’s room, hearing doctors operate. >no idea what they’re talking about, don’t care. >told by the woman (her name’s Ann) that if anything goes wrong, we’re the first line of defence. >almost comically, shit hits the fan. >”listen to me, you fucking rabbit. I go first, you follow. if I don’t see you behind me, you’re either dead or I killed you for not giving me cover!” >rabbit >instant boner >Ann goes in first, we both take the battering ram and fuck up the door. >as I come in, I see the blood. it’s everywhere >whatever they were doing in there clearly got fucked up, and now their “patient” is in the corner, crying. >long, knife-like ears, comically tall, and apparently has inhuman strength. >we don’t hesitate, shoot it down. let the jannies clean it up. >although i’m not exactly losing sleep, I feel like I shot a civilian. >back to the breakroom I go. I almost never go into my dorms, anyways. >drift back to sleep.
