Forces of the unknown have caused our world to merge/combine with a typical (or not-so-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 themselves in a new realm, and portals going between both worlds are scattered through out the lands.
>Threadly Question: Which fantasy fuckers don’t you trust with a gun and why?
Never would trust a goblin or an orc with a gun. Fuckers are just green niggers from what I understand.
Angel Sanders
>fantasy world So basically laws of physics have changed? That would be the consequence.
Our laws of physics would make magic impossible.
Americans are niggers of civilisation.
Andrew Johnson
>tripfags and namefags spam bumping their shitty off topic general with deviantart-tier smut and stories about their goblin elf monstergirl harpie fetish Go get your porn somewhere else, faggot.
Is 5.56 enough to kill a troll? I have one that seems to be around my property that raped my chickens to death.
Sebastian Nguyen
>he doesn't know trolls regenerate unless you burn try tracers
Jace Turner
Stop spamming these shit threads.
Carter Collins
>one thread when the last one is on autosage >spam pick one
Anthony Thomas
And yuropoors wouldn't know fun if it jumped out of a bush and raped them like all the mudslimes they import
Levi King
Whats going in people? Though I'd start a series here. Be warned, this is super non-canon with the rest of the thread and is arguable AU, though I will endeavor to use thread lore to a T. This a crossover with Girls Frontline because raifus an sheeet. If you're not familiar, I'll try to have the story explain as it goes on. Fair warning, I usually write for other boards so my style might be a bit different
Now without further adieu.
>“I don't like this.” >You glance up from your laptop and stop idly drumming the keys to meet the narrowed red eyes of your top sniper. >WA2000 looks down at you with her arms crossed and a frown tugging at her lips. “Sangvis has been quiet for weeks. Outside of border skirmishes, we’ve heard nothing from them. Not even a taunt over radio,” she says, frown deepening even further. >You rest your chin in your fist and look around the messy monitoring room. None of the screens on the wall hold any relevant info, and certainly none on Sangvis. The most exciting thing to happen in the last two weeks was some nut job making terrorist threats in a city center only to be put down by your 4th Echelon, who was in the area running a PR event. >News had fun with that one. >You return your eyes to the now scowling WA2000. “Ease up on that expression. If your beautiful face got stuck like that because you stressed a servo, it would break my heart.” >The sniper’s face takes on almost glowing blush and she grits her teeth. “Y-you..!” “And isn’t Sangvis finally quieting down a good thing?” you question, stopping her flustered outrage before it could even begin. “Hey, no news is good news after all. Maybe you and the girls trashing so many of them finally beat their nefarious little ideas out of their skulls?” >WA2000 huffs, the red leaving her cheeks. “I highly doubt it. I cannot count the number of times I’ve cut off a gloating bucket of spare parts with a bullet.”
>“One should not be so eager for conflict, Wa,” >WA2000 turns and you lean to see around her. >FAL, serene looking as always, walks in and gently closes the door behind her. In her hand is a tray with several cups on it. The Doll smiles gently and sets the tray down on the paper-cluttered table. “For you, Commander. Courtesy of PPK,” she says, taking a mug from the tray and handing it to you. >You grin and eagerly take the mug, downing a long sip and savoring PPK’s work. How she knows exactly how you like it, you have no idea, but you do know that If PPK is ever retired she’ll do wonderful in a civ sector restaurant. >FAL passes WA2000 a filled teacup, keeping the last teacup for herself as she daintily seats herself. FAL leans her namesake rifle against the table and lifts her teacup for a sip, eyeballing WA2000 as she does so. “You can sit if you want, dear.” >WA2000 stiffly seats herself next to you and crosses on leg over the other, staring into the gently streaming liquid with a blank expression. “What bull,” the sniper says with a snort. “We’re weapons, Fal. Conflict is what we’re made for. This silence is making me restless. Sangvis is up to something, I know it.” 2/10
>Though her face may be blank, you can still feel her worry through your command chip. The little node of circuitry in your skull warms slightly when you transmit reassurance to WA2000, making the tension in her shoulders ease. >FAL smirks into her cup, ignoring WA2000’s silent glare when she notices. “True,” FAL begins, “but a weapon’s most noble and civil state is ready but unused. A force to be wary of and admired from afar.”
[SAA TRAINING COMPLETE] [SAT8 TRAINING COMPLETE] [M2HB TRAINING COMPLETE]
>‘Ugh. Finally. Ah never thought that would end...’ a young voice with a slight southern twang seemingly reverberates in your head. >‘C’mon, Saa. Bettering yourself is never a chore. It’s fun,’ a much cheerier SAT8 chimes in. >You can almost feel the eyeroll ‘What kinda skewed definition of fun do you got? Ah can put a bullet to a Sangvis CPU from two hundred yards out. Ah dunno about y’all, but I count that as good.’ >WA2000 sniffs ‘Try two thousand yards and then maybe it’ll be impressive,’ she says without moving her lips, her voice in your head like the others. >Before SAA can complain about the unfair comparison, M2HB finally steps in. ‘Girls, cool it. We just got post-training repairs and you two don’t need to tear into each other.’ she thinks with a mental sigh. ‘Why do you all always force me to be the mature one?’ >You smile and warm up your command chip ‘It’s a thankless job, M2, but it has to be done. We’re in the monitoring room if you want to join us.’ >‘Rightie-o Commander! We’re on our way! :)’ SAT8 relays with a beaming smile you can practically feel. 3/10
>Smiling a bit yourself, glance back down to your laptop and clear the message saying that the 3 other members of your 1st Echelon were done with training. You go to take another sip of your mug and glance back up to WA2000 and FAL. >FAL props her elbows on the table and rests her chin in her bridged fingers, slowing blinking. “Must you antagonize Saa, Wa?” >The darker haired Doll actually smirks and leans back in her chair. “If she wasn’t so easy to rile up, then maybe she would have less people pick on her. Rising to such bait is childish.” >“Perhaps, but throwing out such bait is even more childish,” FAL asserts with a delicate frown. “Pick on her you might, but everyone notices you won't say such things directly to her.” >WA2000 looks like she wants to bite out a retort, but settles with a smoldering glare instead. “She’s right you know,” you say, turning to WA2000. “Ease up on Saa. She’s not professional, but that doesn't mean she isn’t good in the field.” >The sniper looks at you with something akin to disapproval and shakes her head with a sigh. “You coddle her too much.” >Hardly a moment later, the door bursts open with M2HB’s 7 foot tall frame leading. Her gun and it’s stand clicking and clanking noisily from its spot strapped to her back. A smiling SAT8 follows closely, retracting her armor enough to clear the door while a tired looking SAA brings up the rear. 4/10
Don't start me on trolls. They're like orks. Not orcs, but DA ORKZ. WAAAAAGH. You cut a troll's head off and not only does the troll grow a new head, the head grows a new troll. You have to kill them with fire.
Kayden Foster
>The trio take seats around the monitoring table to finally relax sans M2HB, who takes her MG off and unfolds the stand, opting to sit on her gun rather than a chair. >SAA takes the free spot to your side then places her hat on the table. Then she leans into your side with a content sigh. >You don't miss WA2000’s eyes narrowing. >M2HB stretches her arms above her head with a yawn before folding them tightly under her bust. “You’re really working us, Commander,” she starts, closing her eyes and shaking her head. “What happened to that downtime we were promised? I’m fine mowing down Sangies and raiders, but all this training?” The amazonian Doll complains. “Sangvis cooling their heels IS the downtime, M2,” you say, downing the last of your coffee. “I never said how it was going to be used.” >The buxom blonde hangs her head with a mock moan. “Why are you so mean to us, Commander? Playing tricks on ladies like that isn’t nice, you know...” >“Well, I’m happy to improve myself. It not just for me after all, its for all of you too!” SAT8 jumps into the conversation, wiggling happily in her seat. “It’s not being mean, M2. The Commander pushes us because he loves us.” >You don't even try to hide your smile. >The machine gunner can’t help but smile a little herself. “I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. You’re too precious, Sat.” >SAT8 beams. 5/10
>“Well, with training complete, I think we should get a bit of time off,” FAL begins suggestively, turning her eyes to you. “Sangvis has been dormant for weeks. A few days to unwind sounds lovely.” >WA2000 scoffs, but doesn't say anything further. >“I’m game,” M2HB says with a grin. >“Sounds like fun!” SAT8 agrees with enthusiasm. “Three of five,” you comment with a growing smile of your own. “Saa?... Saa...?” >You look over to see the Doll in sleepmode, her eyes closed and face relaxed. She doesn't breathe and has no heartbeat, but the usual hum and vibration one would feel touching a T-Doll is winding down. >“Thats a yes,” SAT8 declares. “Alrighty ladies! Let’s get ready for some R and R! Nothing could ruin this!” >WA2000 levels SAT8 with a flat look. “Usually when someone says that, someth-!” >The lights suddenly dim and the monitoring screens go haywire, their images distorting and going out. The ground rumbles ominously under your feet. >Every T-Doll in the room is on their feet in a split second with their weapons in hand, all of them schooling their faces into cold masks and scanning around carefully. You stand a bit slower and put a hand on your sidearm, a standard Glock 17. From your command chip, you can feel them blasting out wireless quires to any machine that would respond. 6/10
Jack Phillips
>You send out your own inquiries, making your chip uncomfortably warm. All you get for your trouble is the confusion and alarm of your other Echelons. A sinking feeling forms in your gut. >WA2000 puts an arm around your shoulders and holds you steady as the rumbling turns into a full on earthquake. Seconds later as the rumbling gets worse, the lights cut out entirely and the red emergency lights kick on as a klaxon sounds from somewhere. The monitors on the wall are thrown to the ground to shatter as their mounts snap and the table groans as it slides around, throwing paper, your laptop, the mugs and teacups to the ground. The cups all shatter into glittering shards of glass on impact. >As swiftly as it came, the quake is gone. The rumbling is no more and the blaring klaxon is the only thing you can hear over your own pounding heart. You swallow but find your mouth dry as you release the white-knuckle grip you had on your pistol. >“W-What the actual fuck was that? Sangvis?” You question more to yourself than your girls. >“I haven't the faintest idea, dearest,” FAL speaks up first, her face a mask of utter cool. “I think I can speak for all of us when I saw we intend to find out, though. Commander, can you call the other Echelons?” >You nod and take a deep, steadying breath. Your chip heats up and you send out a ping. 7/10
>A lump of ice settles in your stomach. There’s no possible way th-! >Your distress is cut off by frantic knocking on the monitoring room door, making FAL and SAA race to each side at superhuman speed, back to the wall, weapons ready, and murder in their eyes. WA2000 takes position near the back from the room, rifle trained on the door along with M2HB. SAT8 stands protectively in front of you, her armor panels deployed and glowing with the tell-tale glow of her energy shield. >“Commander!” A woman’s voice screams frantically from outside the monitoring room. “We need you now! Something awful has..! I don’t even know where to start!” The voice pauses to choke back a sob, giving your shocked brain time to process it and realize it’s your assistant, Kalina. “T-The whole HQ is-is-is trashed! Destroyed! So many people are dead there’s so much blood and the doll dorms are..!” >The sound of knees meeting the floor echoes in under the door frame as Kalina breaks down into incoherent tears. >The icy sensation in your stomach creeps into your veins with ease, making your whole body numb. >This can’t be happening. This is a bad dream. When you wake up you’ll laugh it up as just that, a bad dream. 9/10
>You fall back into your chair, almost not noticing WA2000’s arms catching you and easing you down. >This is no bad dream. >This is a living nightmare 10/10 -----------------
And thats it for the intro. I'll toss this into a pastebin later. Comments and criticisms of all types welcome. R8 n H8 M8
Joshua Carter
>retardation is fun
Isaac Kelly
This should be in the /wfg/ thread, not on this one.
Jaxon Long
I admit I debated on which thread to use, but considering that this is going to full humanity and technology meets fantasy and magic, I figured /kfg/ fit just a bit better. It'll dive more into the fantasy with the next update.
Joshua Adams
>portals open >immediately jump in with a bag full of cocaine >sell it at a premium to nobilities around the new world >start a lucrative drug smuggling business >use the dosh to buy a shit ton of weapons all for my personal use
Julian Bell
this is what we call the British treatment
Brandon Nguyen
hhey guys just off topic moment but found out that the Samsung galaxy A50 monthly payment on it is 10 bucks plus insurance so is it good deal for it since it's just 300 dollars in total?
Angel Mitchell
300$ for a phone like that seems nice on the surface but you should check it's other characteristics such a memory, processing power, battery life, etc just to make sure you aren't being swindled
Tyler Reed
I did and from what i saw it looks to be good on the specs.
Anyway I'm planning on fixing up on the gunnery story background with the other guys background and just introducing their background on where they came from and why they joined the company.
I'm struggling on either have a new guy named george be introduced into the squad since they are low on and need a six man squad and the new guy ask how how where they all came from or something. I suck at ideas i know.
Asher White
Either that or have the guys drink back at base after getting their asses chewed by the commander and just sit at the barracks and they just shoot the shit and start reminiscent about the past like "hey remember when Charles" discussion starts. Could that be better along with introducing the nee guy since having a five man squad is short and having a recruit can allow some discussion such as George asking others where they came from and so on when he is assigned to their squad?
I'm just shooting ideas because I'm going have to go to therapy later on and need to think on this.
Gabriel Fisher
What the best vehicle set up for the new world? For individual use and convoying
Ian Russell
For individual use, some sort of jeep or truck. Convoying, you'll want to go with anything that has big guns on it.
Jaxon Wood
Go with what you feel would actually make sense in your case and so far you improved bit from last night but still got ways to go.
I just imagining a human wriding the bike ad the gnome is firing that gun screaming "SUCK ON MY BERRIES YOU FUCKING FERRY BITCHES!" As they ride through the world of fantasyland together
Parker Hernandez
I think and a dwarf and gnome would be better. But I like where this is going
Samuel Diaz
Dwarf and gnome on a bike with a machine gun on back does make a good combo. Would they be mercs or solo buds?
Camden Cruz
Either freelance mercs or two buds trying to survive a civil war
Leo Reed
I think they start of as two buds surviving a civil war and as life goes by and story goes on they decide to find a mercenary company to join up to make some money and have better chance of surviving plus opens up some adventures for the two guys.
What's the best mercenary company to hire to protect my drug trade i set up between the dwarfs and the gnomes? I need a company that isn't morally sound of mind or full of white knight faggots
David Hill
Do guns enchant? Do bullets? Can the two stack?
If I recall correctly, you could stack enchantments between bows/crossbows and ammo in Morrowind, with some absurdly powerful results. Can I hit enemies with super lightning/drain attribute effects?
The think your best bet is get some veterans of an obscure war that forgot how to give a shit and hire them. The only merc companies that would accept this offer are either out of your price range or will rob you on a whim
Julian Garcia
Well there was those guys that had an enchanted turret on their APC and that one user that basically enchanted himself and the F-15 Jet
Joseph Jackson
What about the hell hawks merc company? got enough money to pay those guys so what's the worst that could happen?
Ian Ward
Autists and angry knight
Benjamin Long
Wut?
Owen Nelson
They messed with a possessed suit of armor recently ans we're just waiting for it to come back
Jaxon Brown
...they fucking wat? Who the fuck hired the hell hawks to go after the knight?
Thomas Williams
Some elf. he requested they bring it back alive and know has it in containment.
Ryan Johnson
>end up leaving the slave barracks with the outfit tucked under my arms >much to Tyrone’s ire >”where tha fuck you going cracka?” >’go get lynched ork nigger.’ >bump into Mamma harpy going up the stairs >as well as the sawn of Karabiner rifle she’s carrying that’s pointed at my face >oh fuck >”fucking thought I heard something. Glad it’s just you. Going to see my damn daughter?” >OH FUCK >think of something to say user >’maybe?’ >... >should have been a fucking public speaker with the amount of smart shit I spew >Wait to begin to get cussed out by the Mamma harpy and maybe shot at >She let’s out a happy chirp and is excited >NaniTheFuck? >she begins to rattle off on how relieved she is that Harper actually found someone and that I’m not just a slave forced into this >why the fuck is she… >OH >that’s right >she knows >forgot about that >tells me to wait here while she gets something >runs off to the kitchen and comes back with a bottle of red wine and two glasses >”that’s just a fucking conversation for the two of you little birdies.” She says with a wink >she chirps happily again and runs off to the master bedroom cooing >”have damn good night, and don’t worry, the stone blocks out sound.” She calls back to me with a wink >... >seems someone is very happy that her daughter isn’t a neet >Jow Forumsube bless Mamma harpy
Adrian Lee
Holy fucking shit and they actually managed to do it despite horrors spoken about the crazy fucking monster? Why the hell would the elves want that thing that been beheading their kin's heads off alive let alone in their fucking captivity!?
Also why did they picked hell hawks out of all the other mercs to do the fucking job?
Leo Adams
Probably to integrate it. Find out where it's from, if there's more. Maybe some brain washing in there. >Why the Hell Hawks Maybe because they can be expected to not come back?
Leo Diaz
this is the most autistic thing I have ever seen
Luis Kelly
This is the autism i come for
Grayson Cook
>Maybe because they can be expected to not come back? Elaborate more
Joshua Rodriguez
They special in high risk situations. At least one line of Gunnerys convoluted story briefly mentioned that most merc don't retire.
I remember that, don't the Hell Hawk company also hire ex military Veterans and ex convicted military guys from military prisons as well and don't follow same principles of geneva conventions like others mostly do?
All i know is that knoght is going to eventually break out eventually and find the elf that hired the mercs and kill the elf and then go on a rampage on the entire elf kingdom he is held captive at.
Who wants to bet on that?
Jason Hill
>knight
anyway that guy is gonna be pissed and i don't know how those twinkling faggots are gonna keep that thing in captive let alone actually get it to answer questions or some shit.
What if its actually a massanger or an archangel sent from god itself
Colton Sanchez
I hope he breaks out and brings out elf Nazi Isis
Ryder Barnes
I'm surprised that an elf went and had Hell Hawks to go and contain the knight and bring the knight to him so he can take the knight back to the elf kingdom or whatever. Why the fuck couldn't the elves just go and do it themselves if all it took was a group of guys that have questionable mentality that works in a morally dark grey merc company? Are the elves that weak or something?
Christian Ross
user who you helped a couple threads ago because i was retarded and didn't see the patebin. i read all of you stuff. gotta say in my long experience of reading fanfiction and greentexts, yours was a very pleasant read. i've been enjoying the ride. i love it when a story doesn't skimp on the romance. i also read the entire pastebin of the Warehouse Boy and i have to say that when a story drags out getting to the romance it kind of grinds my gears. mostly when the romance is there but takes forever to get going. i like your stuff user. glad i read it. what kind of shotgun does the character user use? some kind of pump if i remember correctly. also wow there are quite a few cross story references. i really enjoyed reading the part about the raid on the crimson caravan. i'm not done reading the mercefairy pastebin. the raid reminded me of The Beast of War (good movie i recommend it pic related) overall i'm very much excited to read about the ensuing harpy/human mating scene coming up. i enjoy the details.
Mindflayer user here >drag the corpse of one of the big boys back to Eddie’s clearing, liberated slaves in tow >he’s supervising his cooks when I walk in >a ceremonial shield and... some gun lay beside him, with vegetable-based decoration covering them >noice.enchnt >he turns to greet me as I walk up, still in full battle rattle >”Ah, user! I see th-“ >SPLAT >I keep walking as I dump as many bullets into him as my Stoner will carry >fuck mindflayers >and fuck vegetables >go to gather my gifts as the chefs thank me >now have a magic shield and a beautiful wooden engraved M240 >heavy as hell but my autism is pleased >go back to town with qt former slave in tow >collect my payment for killing the mindflayer Best gig I ever had
Jason Butler
proud of you for not falling for the mindflayer's 'I'm not like the other mindflayers' tricks
Justin Cook
or so you say you aren't
Daniel Foster
This is a fictional thread I know, but what if it turns out to be prophetic?
Just went ahead and hired the hell hawk gunmen to guqrd my drug trade i set up between the gnomes and the dwarfs. This is how it went.
>found one of them *testing* the samples by snorting a literal straw's length of pixy's crack and those two that did that immediately started singing loudly about "napalm sticks to kids" >found several throew pebbles at gnomes for laughs and found that the dwarfs that do the delivering feel uneasy due to the glares they get from them >caught one hell hawk merc taking a shit in my personal bathroom in my office and told me "GET THE FUCK OUT MOTHERFUCKER! I'M THE SHITTER HERE!" Before he pulled a gun on me >turns iut that guy has a history of violence don't know how he got hired but whatever he can shit there i ain't getting killed over a bathroom >found them bring in excessive amount of guns over when it is just a small-medium drug trade i set up between the dwarfs and the gnomes yet the hell hawks forced insisted that there should be turret systems, checkpoints at every sectors, screenings, cavity searches for anyone smuggling in and out of the trade despite the gnomes being tiny fuckers >found three hell hawk mercs in my office looking over my drug trade discussing the best trade routes for better flow of money when i came in >got told i was a stupid faggot for not setting up the trade system correctly and then proceeded to force the trade system to change, even though it is better but it does not excuse that because it was my own trade to begin with
For fuck sakes I HIRED THESE FUCKS TO GUARD MY DRUG TRADE! I feel like they are taking over my fucking job even though they done a good job at keeping those fucking elves and goblins away.
Is there anything i can do right now i mean can't i simply just cancel the contract and have these guys go back to their own business? I feel like i don't own my shit no more.
Easton Morales
>hires a merc company that is known to hire literal ex military vets with complicated backgrouns induced ptsd, convicted ex military men from former military prisons, hires anyone that has any military experience irregularities of their morality mindsets and so on and doesn't follow Geneva conventions. >acts surprised the mercs he hired are actually assholes to him because he's being a bitch about it
Just be glad that they actually have a form of conduct they follow which is that as long they get the oay they do the job which is being a merc is about as far as i know about those guys. Just try not to piss them off to much especially the ones that are dwarfs in the units.
Thats what happens when you dump everything into INT and STR
Hudson Jones
Bump
Lincoln Nguyen
Hate to see this thread die so heres a bump
Zachary Butler
what if pappy barges in at the worst moment? he'll probably shoot you and never trust another user ever again
Andrew Cooper
Fantasy niggers at it again. As always, go fuck yourselves and take your shitty fanfics back to whatever reddit board you came from.
Anthony Diaz
>Me and Kyxus make our way to the line again >Altsoba and Ulysses are now near the front of the line >Wave goodbye to the tiefling and rejoin my friends >Neat dude, hope to run into him again some day. >Ulysses gives me slap on the shoulder, "Fuck did you go?" >"Had to run and kick the shit out of a knife-ear. Don't worry about it." >Ulysses chuckled heartily, "When will they learn? Ah, good lad." >He claps me on the back as we pass into the building. >It's decorated with low-lit lamps >Old timey cajun music is playing from a live band >After around another thirty minutes of waiting, a waitress finally brings us to a table. >About damn time. >As we sit down, I do a quick scan of the room. >Eh, nothing looks too out of the ordinary >Elves looking snobbish >Drow looking snobbishly at the elves >Tieflings laughing in infernal. >Sounds like deep arabic mixed with hissing. >Weird fuckin' language for a weird fuckin race. >There's some guy in WWII British officer's kit at the bar >Can't help but overhear something about, "That was hardcore, Henry." >Waitress brings out our menus. >anonhungersforborgar.png >Open menu, locate burger section >Pretty good selection of burger, decide to go with The Outlaw. >Double patty, swiss cheese, garden grown onion, lettuce, tomato, the good shit >Order Outlaw, Altsoba ordered a steak and Ulysses ordered a round for the table >Nice.jpg >The waitress nods, "Sure! Can I see your ID?" >Damn it.
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