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.
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>Threadly Question: what new material from the other side would be best for making new guns? Dwarven metals? Druid wood? Moth powders?
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>Continue down the highway >Rocky Mountain Way is the theme of the drive, this time at low volume for situational awareness >Ths empty highway is giving me anxiety of the worst kind, my gut is telling me to expect an ambush >AR-chan gets upgraded to co-pilot sitting in the little pocket of the center console, muzzle down >I see why the highway’s closed now >Numerous cars are abandoned and vandalized to shit, many of them missing doors and a few have been overturned >It’s not crowded, there’s enough space to navigate through, but it’s slowing me down more than I’m comfortable with >My gut is even further displeased >Turn off Joe Walsh and focus on the area >Cars seem to have been pushed to the shoulder and even off the road into the ditches >Hard to find any of them without broken windows >A couple trucks are missing tires and body panels on top of the usual vandalised decorum >Easy Truck-san, I won’t let them get you >As I drive past some stationwagon, I lock eyes with a gillneck for a split second and immediately slam on the brakes >Throw it in reverse and put distance between me and the fish, swerving behind a sedan lying on its side hoping to blend in to the worst CarFax lot I’ve ever seen >Grab AR-chan and Belt-kun from the back and load up >4 mags total, gotta be smart about this >I can smell the faint stench of gillnecks amidst the odor of a mechanic’s graveyard >Peek out from behind the toppled sedan and look where I retreated from >Fucking remoras, tiny little fish tagalongs carrying little pistols >Behind them, pushing aside a full size truck as if it were made of plywood, is another of those big fucking sharkmen with another equally large heavy MG and a couple belts draped over his shoulders >Oh there’s two- no there’s four of these guys >You’ve got to be fucking kidding me
Samuel Parker
>AR-chan, I’m sorry but you’re not gonna be enough to put these guys down, I need your bigger sister in 7.62 >They seem to be looking around for me, giving me a bit of time to swap the girls and their mags out >Run and gun is gonna be a bitch, I hope I don’t get lost >Peek out one more time after the swap, they’re about a hundred yards out and closing >Two HMGs, can’t tell which; a long barreled rifle, probably something in anti-tank; and the smallest big boi is carrying a rocket launcher with a messenger bag full of rockets >There’s at least four remoras darting around their feet, heads spasticly looking everywhere for me >I’ve been in shit before; other werewolves fucking with strangers because they can’t control themselves, little imp bastards that think they can slash tires and mug people on the streets, even a gang of centaurs running drugs through the city acting like outlaw biker gangs of the old days >If I were to tell myself that I’d be dealing with Shark ISIS on the verge of starting a war with the world, I’d personally admit you to the psych ward >They’re less than 60 yards out, gotta make movement far enough from Truck-san to avoid collateral from that fucking launcher >Ah, a lone side view mirror conveniently next to truck-san’s wheel >This is why I love you, girl >Chuck the plastic hunk of garbage across the median and into another car with a loud thunk as it smacks into the door >The sharks fall for the bait and direct their attention, two remoras are climbing and scurrying over wrecks to investigate as the launcher shark and an MG shark follow behind >Slink over behind another car and make my way to the shoulder so I can start climbing the hill again >There’s a strong smell of fish as I make my way up the steep hill, almost like… >”What the fu-” >High ready, squeeze, double-tap >Down he goes, gasping for life with a new set of gills to replace the old ones along his neck
Joseph Carter
Elves are petite twinks, only good for the raping.
Ryder Miller
based
Leo Hughes
>Big AR-Chan was not suppressed >The big boys and their remoras heard me and they’re looking this way >Time to flee >Launcher shark looses one of his rocket propelled explosives >Those trees are done for and so is that gillneck’s body >MG fire starts ripping through the brush of the hillside and I can see some of the remoras hopping around on the shoulder looking for any sign of me >Glad to be one of god’s monsters, big doggo running beats humie running any day of the week >I’m on their right flank, just where I need to be >I can’t stay on the hills much longer, gotta do something about launcher boy out there first before I get sent to the next county >Crouch behind a tree, line up the shot >Breathe and squeeze >And there goes his satchel of rockets and his buddy, shoulda thought about danger close fuckheads >The long rifle guy sends a round my way, tearing a huge chunk out of a tree nearby >Holy shit, that’s definitely bigger than .50 >Scramble down the hill into the ditch, fucking remoras are getting closer and I think one of them saw me >Bullets confirm and it’s time to bolt across the asphalt >Straight line to the jersey wall, lay Big AR-chan against a trunk and line up for a 50 yard collateral shot on the long rifle boi >Squeeze and confirm a shot through his arm into his buddy’s liver, second guy goes down immediately but he’s only lost his gun >Fucking remoras toss more rounds my way, sounds small like .22 or .380 >Figures since they’re like fish versions of kobolds >Hop the wall and pull out the trusty doggo knives, impaling two of the chasers leaving one to keep firing at the wall >Yep, little bastards were packing .380 autos >10 round mags, the second one only shot once while the first almost ran out >Hear the click of an empty gun >”YAAAH, FUCKING AIR-BREATHER HERE!”
Landon White
>Rise up and turn from the jersey wall and put two through the chest as the little shit slams his mag into his gun >Hey, just like that drill I did last month, shit’s payin’ off >One, two… three, four, five… six, seven… >Scoot up to the backside of a hatchback missing it’s windows and look over at where that biggun was >He’s kneeling while wrapping what I can assume is his arm >I can practically feel my big girl shuddering in anticipation as I line up the sight with his head >Breathe, Squee- >”SCUTTY AIR-BREATHER HEEERE, SHOOOT!” “FUCKIN’- >This crafty son of a bitch tackles into me and fidgets for his gun before realizing he’s on top of a very large wolf that bites out his throat and spits it across the grill of a truck >Big AR-chan took a lil’ dive onto the asphalt but she’s survived with a bit of scuffing on her rail and sight >Look back up through the hatch and the biggun is hobbling over the jersey wall and starts lifting cars out of his way on a warpath towards me >Line up, squeeze, “Click” >Fuck! “FUCK!” >FTE from the fall >Gotta try and pluck it out from the breach >God damn human fingernails aren’t cuttin’ it >Biggun’s about to throw this compact at me >Fuck it, I got the little guy, let’s see how tough the big fish are >Toss the big girl off to the side and switch, loping past the crashing compact car landing behind and lunge after this big fucker’s throat >Bite with everything I got into him while he tries peeling me off like duct tape stuck to itself >I’m trying to get these canines deep into him but it feels like he’s gonna pull my jaw off with how much he’s flailing about, and his blood tastes fucking awful too >A thought crosses my mind and I remember how to effectively wound an enemy with a bite >I relax a little with my bite and let him yank me and a fat chunk of the side of his neck off
Joseph Robinson
Previous Thread for archival reasons
Aiden Turner
>The asphalt is not a good cushion for landing, but I roll anyway and get up to my feet, spitting out this motherfucker’s disgusting flesh and blood from my mouth >Just as planned, his carotid is done for and he’s already on the ropes >Blood keeps pouring from that wound but he’s still not falling over, making me replant my hind feet for another lunge >Just within a few feet he topples over on his side and caves in the roof of a sedan, leaking blood everywhere as he bleeds out >Switching back to human, it’s time to go collect my big girl and get the fuck out of here >She can’t be happy about getting chucked to the side like that, but that FTE fucked things up >Pluck the case out from the breach and yeet it into the abyss of asphalt and car wrecks >Wipe my bloodied face and mouth off trying to get the disgusting metallic, bitter taste off my tongue >I’m not eating fish ever again >Passing over the blast zone of that one improvised sharkman grenade I made, I can see chunks and limbs of the two scattered everywhere >The gunpowder has a strangely soothing aroma to it and the nearby cars are all devastated >Upon returning to my truck, I rest the big girl back with her sisters along with the belt and lean back to calm my nerves for a moment >It’s only gonna get harder from here isn’t it? >Why would it get easier? I’ve only lost like a couple of hours fucking with roving parties and I’ve already escaped death at least 3 times with just this run in “God, I’m fucking these guys up good when I catch ‘em.” >I start up the truck and head on through the wrecks, making sure to trample that one remora I popped to ensure he’s not coming back >Charlottesville is about 20 miles out now, hopefully I can get more gunfights like the first instead of the second
Leo Adams
so long for now, anons
Nathan Morales
I love this! Maybe fish food can serve as a distraction?
Leo Murphy
>Hi-Point does a flying backflip off of me >He stands in some sort of flying ninja dragon ching chong pose >"You dale put you hands on the son of da Empelor!?" >"You're trying to steal my chickens!" >speaking of >glance over to the chickens >chicken status: a-okay >Look back to the ko-- oh fuck where'd he go >"HA HA, FUCKA YOU AMELICAN PIG!" >Hi-Point is standing about 40 feet away with another blue kobold >The blue one is wearing some sort of Mongolian garb >did I stumble upon some sort of weeb cult >"We demand you sullendo ONE chicken, ol we bling foce of many samurai!" >The blue one elbows him in the side >"And Mongol!" >"If I give you the chicken will you fuck off for good?" >Both kobolds look at each other and whisper amongst themselves >The blue one speaks up, "Yes." >Reach down, grab Cockles the retarded rooster >I fucking hated cockles >Chuck him towards the kobolds, who scrambled to grab the flying rooster >Hi-point grabs the rooster and spins him by the neck 'round his head >goodbye you fucking nigger rooster >the kobolds tear into cockles like rabid beasts >Hi-point raises his face out of the chicken, "Thank you!" >"You have made two arries here, I aporogize for trying to stear flom you." >When did my life get this way
FORCES OF UNKNOWN: ORIGIN PORTALS ARE LIKE EVERYWHERE DEAD NIGGERS ARE HOLDING THEIR DICKS IN RURAL AREAS, BUT GVERNMENTS ARE LOOSING THEIR HOLD. Send dwarven reinforcements ASAP, remind them of the old dead nigger cock alliance
I mean you can just go looking for one, there are lots of them out there looking for someone to be in a relationship with; whether or not you want to take them up on that offer depends on whether or not you are willing to risk being used as some experiment or test subject or familiar. All witches are crazy in one way or another, so you have to kind of screen for what kind of crazy you will be sticking your dick into.
That being said the ones that approach you probably see you more as "someone I want to be with" rather than "someone I can use." Paying attention to what kind of magic they practice is also a good indicator of what kind of crazy they are. A healer/enchanter is going to be a lot less of a risk to your health than a necromancer or summoner.
Juan Rogers
Just out of curiosity, what kind of crazy can I expect from the different kinds of witches? Sometimes a particular type of crazy is the good kind.
They will always be obsessive, paranoid, and fair bit sadistic; the amount to which they are any of these is variable. They also are generally sociopaths. Honestly if you really want to try for it just hang out around them and wait for someone (who isn't a fucking necromancer or poisoneer, for the love of god never go alone with them somewhere, use your fucking brain) to approach you. Learn how to deescalate situations also. Never go out with someone who is a yandere; life is not an anime, it will not end well.
Austin Gomez
Hey anons, how can you deal with, uh, a bunch of spooky moths and their living light thing? Lemme explain my position >Be wanderin' at night >Survived an excursion with a wild elf bitch throwing water at a town >Scavving for food, ammo, maybe some gear to add to my collection >Suddenly hear gunfire >Heavy gunfire >We're talking enough to possibly out-do World War 1 entirely >Being the curious scav I was, decided once again to check shit out >There's a full regiment of moth people gunning down a fortified encampment just 400 meters away >They're sticking to the tree-line but the flares that illuminate them make them look freaky as all hell >All-white, fluffy bodies but their eyes >Their eyes were nothing but big, orange pits, like they were living jack-o-lanterns or something. >No idea how the fuck they're managing to get the upper hand on our boys since they're stumbling and firing lile a bunch of drunk Soviets. >Then I realize that light lighting up the whole area was moving >Then the scream came >The next minute I see a fucking swarm of swords or some shit just rain hell on this encampment >We're talking they're going so fast you'd thought they were tungsten beams being shot from space >Decided to nope it the fuck out of there and away from the living lamp. >I swear to god I thought I saw one of those moths staring me down despite having been under relatively good cover >Still hearing distant screams, definitely not human I have no idea how bad I screwed the pooch here but this shit is freaking me out more than the time I stumbled on an orc camp
Jacob Moore
Duly noted, I'll be careful. Where would be the best place to wait for a witch to approach me? A swamp? The Appalachian mountains?
Fuck not that far, they'll be close enough that they can still interact with civilization but usually out far enough to be somewhat isolated; they usually sell their services out or use them for a career (ie, healers work get jobs in hospitals or run medical practices).
If you go out to the wilderness to find them you're far more likely to find the bad kind of crazy (though they'll be more accepting of you, but not for the reasons you want).
Nathaniel Powell
I see, so I'd be much better off checking out the stores and businesses in remote small towns than I would be going out into the middle of the woods.
>I smile as I close the bolt of the gun >Dako looks behind me and his smile fades >“um… user, are you sure she’s ok?” >I look back to see Lucy rubbing her temples and mumbling to herself >“y-yeah, she’ll be alright, she kinda has a bad thing with the portals” >“I’m guessing that the seatbelt revelation could have saved her some trouble in the past?” >“yeah, she lost people on transit but I can help her out of it” >Dako nods and stands up >“yeah, help her out, imma make dinner in the meantime” >he walks out of the room towards what I can only assume is the kitchen >I shuffle back to Lucy >“hey, you good?” >“seatbelts” >“what?, hey, no, listen, I know tha-” >“of course it was that simple, all that could have been avoided by a bunch of leather straps, yes, completely obvious and logical” >that last part sounded sarcastic >I wrap my arm around her >“hey listen, the portals just move you around when they fuck up, your sister and friend must be out there, and we can look for them and find them, we can- no, we WILL find them” >Lucy grabs my arm and pushes it back to me >she lies down onto her side on the couch >she lets out a sigh and closes her eyes >I’m… >…ouch >I sigh too and slouch on the my seat >looking at the ceiling I begin to drift off >darkness >more darkness >and then… >more darkness but I feel like something is poking my face >I open my eyes slowly revealing Dako poking me >he’s wearing an apron over his leather jacket >“wassup?, dinner’s ready dude” >I lift my phone up to my face >it’s 8 p.m. >man, transitions are weird
Matthew Powell
whoever this HotKoin guy is I want to thank him
Luke Scott
>We spend the rest of the evening packing a retarded amount of supplies >You’d swear we were evacuating >we kind of were evacuating to be honest >when gf told me to pack all my guns and ammo she wasn’t kidding >I get a rucksack with all my go to guns ready >Springfield and FAL, both with bayonets attached, loaded and ready to be carried >The M97, 870, my PTR (yeah redundant fuck off), AR-15 pistol and a Mini-14 I hardly use >Enough ammunition shoved in to be able fight off the ATF at Waco >cleaning kits to keep them going >I start walking out of the gun closet >get pulled back by the collar >”I SAID ALL THE GUNS AND AMMO user” >”But my ruck is full, and one is going to be a pain in the ass to carry” >get a burlap sack thrown at me >”Then use a bag of holding genius” >spend another 30 minutes getting 17 other guns ready >proceed to start carefully stacking them in the bag so as to not have the safeties disengaged or any accidental discharges happen >gf, who by this point has essentailly packed all of her workshop checks in >”what the fuck are you doing? Why are you going so slow?” >she proceeds to grab the bag and just starts throwing shit into it >guns, munitions, homemade explosives, military grade explosives >even my dad’s old plunger for TNT >”I- wh- be careful!” >”Oh calm down, nothing’s going to get damaged in a bag of holding you worry-wart” >she has the armory empty in seconds, save for her own small arsenal >she loads these into her own bags of holding and some bandoliers and holsters she made at some point >Astra F with stripper clips, her enchanted self-loading flintlock, a bunch of old gun-powder bombs and two new guns >a Colt 1903 and a Ruger Mark IV
Jace Moore
>”hey, where did you get those?” >”oh these, I found them” >”found them where?” >a bit of silence >”you took them from that RV when we were stuck in that RV up in the pass, didn’t you?” >”oh it’s not like they were going to need them anymore!” >I sigh and take a look at the ruger >as I pick it up gf flinches a bit, catching my attention >”Ok, what do they do?” >”what do you mean “what do they do” they’re guns, you know what they do >I aim at a sack of salt at the back of the closet, she gets a little more ansy >”well you enchanted the flintlock to self-load and fire balls that explode on impact” >”well if you just put it down-” >I decide to test it on the sack >it’s .22lr, what could happen? >bigbrainthoughts.sh >pull the trigger >POPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOP >I release and study the carnage I’ve caused >salt is pouring all over the closet floor out of a tear caused by the shots >look at gf with a big stupid grin >she’s facepalming >”you made it automatic” >[disgruntled witch noises] >”did you even enchant it, or are you getting into gunsmithing?” >”no it’s enchanted, we don’t have the tools to work on something that small” >”I assume the magezine is bottomless as well” >”of course, and-” >she walks back into the closet and carefully moves the bag, to no avail as the rest of the salt spills out the back and into 1 ½” holes in the wall >”-I made the rounds expand much more violently upon impact with a target” >she glares at me >”when this is all done you’re patching this” >my grin gets bigger >she grumbles and facepalms some more
Nolan Hughes
>”so what does the Colt 32 do?” >her frown goes to a grimace, then she crosses the room to keep me from firing it >”nothing special about the gun, but you don’t want to know what the bullets do” >I take it as a joke >”oh, does it curse people to be in excruciating pain?” >she looks at it >”something like that” >she isn’t joking >”it’s a last resort gun, just in case” >”are you that worried about falling victim to the furry?” >she shoots me a serious glare >”amoung other things” >concern.bat >right on cue to help us feel less worried >”AWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” >gf jumps >I see red again >this motherfucker >I’ve shot at his sad stupid fucking sorry excuse for a human self twice, and he comes back anyways >the retard is persistent, I’ll give him that >I look at the ruger >evilgrin.iso >”How many rounds of .22 do you have?” >”a couple thous-” >run upstairs with it and my FAL laughing maniacally >open up the window >fucking lenardo the otherkin lardball is standing on the edge of my property >and he brought friends! >my evil grin gets wider >the faggots look like crackheads, and have weapons >good, more justification for lethal force!
Kayden Campbell
>It’s getting dark by this point, so I doubt they could see my grin >I suppress my laughter and start addressing him >”WHAT DO YOU WANT YOU SHIT-HUFFING, PUBLIC-PISSING, FUCKING FAT RETARDED PARENTAL DISAPPOINTMENT? I THOUGHT IT WAS MADE CLEAR YOU WEREN’T WELCOME HERE!!!” >"Alright you vile subhuman, I may have lost previous battles, but with the assistance of my bretheren I shall have my revenge and rescue the fair witch-maiden you have hostage!" >battles >rescue >maiden >hostage >I tactically lose my shit, start laughing like a mad man >the richest part was being called a “subhuman” by a tard >”I think after my compatriots and I are through with you, you shall not be in such a chipper mood” >have to fight to not double over laughing >”-and who the fuck are these “compatriots,” the local heroin officionados?” >”THIS IS MY PACK, AND YOU’LL REGRET LAU-” >my sides are orbiting the moon >lardass the lycantrope is visibly red in the twilight now >I recover myself again >I’m in a good enough mood not to immediately shoot this faggot >”Look, Lardo, it’s been fun, really, listening to your retarded wailing, but for the last time, GET THE FUCK OFF MY PROPERTY, and most importantly, LEAVE GF THE FUCK ALONE YOU CREEPY DOG-SHAGGER, SHE AIN’T INTO YOU.” >”THIS ISN’T ABOUT THA-” >”UNLIKE YOU I’M NOT RETARDED, AND NIETHER IS SHE; IT’S COMPLETELY ABOUT THAT, AND NIETHER OF US ARE DOWN WITH THAT.” >His fists are shaking and he’s making the whipering “growling noise” >”GET THE FUCK OFF MY LAND BEFORE I TURN YOU AND YOUR PACK INTO CUNTING CARRION FOOD”
Logan Thomas
>He stands there for a sec, then raises a weeb-shit sword >”HAVE AT YOU, YOU THOUGHTLESS BRUTE; ATTACK MY PACK!!” >they all raise their weeb-shit and start “awwoing” as the advance on my home >I shout my own battlecry, something equally autistic >”COWABUNGA IT IS!!!!” >as they get about 20 yds into my propety line I open up with the ruger >POPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPOP >I’m lazily pointing the ruger at the retards, the recoil being so low I can maintain aim while laughing crazily >the “pack” of werewolves scatter >I herded them off my property with a hail of exploding .22 >they were pretty fast, even the fat ones >Make sure to fire particularly close to Lardo >by the time he’s off my property he’s half crawling, trying to grab at his ass a groin >presumably because some fragmentation has gotten him through his mall-ninja chainmail >I consider finishing off his pathetic existance >”CURSE YOU, YOU DISHONORABLE CURR!” >”SAYS THE CUNTING SHIT-WIPE WHO NEEDS BACK-UP!” >an SUV tears down the street and two of his friends get out and begin loading him into the back >as they do this he makes one last quip >”YOU MAY BE BOASTFUL NOW, BUT TAKE HEED! THE FULL MOON SHALL ARRIVE IN BUT A FEW DAYS, AND YOU WILL RUE THIS DAY!” >as he finishes the SUV tears off into the night >all this time I’ve been laughing maniacally >so this is like to be manic >gf pulls me back in the window as sits me down before shutting the window >I then get a bucket of water to my face and she takes the ruger from me >”Why’d you do that!?” >”I’m supposed to be the crazy one user” >cue a good, long second of awkward silence >I stand up and hug gf >”I’m sorry; I’m just really pissed at that fuck. I’m not letting him get to you” >”I know that, just don’t go crazy because of it”
Jackson Hall
>they were pretty fast, even the fat ones yeah, bullets tend to do that
Nathan Mitchell
what about subsonic ones?
Lincoln Rodriguez
what kind of wizard would be best at gunsmithing? some kind of wizard that can control metals or a pyromancer with knowledge of heat treating and combustible substances?
James Green
wizards =/= pyromancers and that alone will get you fucked up by either.
Oremancy/Allomancy is what you'd look for in the sorcery department, and black iron pyromancers are what you'd look for in the pyromancy department. While you can get heat treating done by some Allomancers, no sorcery can ever match the skill of a pyromancer in their craft and pyro treated metals are always tougher than sorcerer infused metals.
You can combo your metals with both sorcerer infusions and pyromancer treatments, but there are some enhancements that aren't compatible with one another because of redundance or how heavily the metal has been rnhanced, which explains why your common steels and alloys are so much cheaper now compared to the newer mythical metals like adamantium and mythryll. The mythical stuff can be tweaked to infinity because it's inherently magical while the normie shit will start to fall apart if you try to out a crazy level of hardening or lubricity with a higher level of magical heat treatment.
Since you're probably a poorfag, just go for the runic stuff as they're only a tiny bit more expensive than high grade steel and theh hold way more infusion and treatment. Only go for adamantine and mythryll if you got a sugar momma/daddy/dragon with the cash to burn for the top of the line shit. Hope this helps.
Juan Brooks
what if I'm not a poorfag and I get a bunch of different wizards with different specializations to build me the baddest fuck-you-up hand cannon to be forged on both lands?
Xavier Morris
nevermind, I looked it up and it's mostly furshit and destiny weapons
Alexander Brown
I sex myself
Oliver Martin
truly, the biggest mind in this thread so far
Grayson Reyes
Didn’t know dragons had internet or a desire for guns.
>you and your friends gather a shitload of ordinance and heavy weaponry to take on a dragon that has been terrorizing the town >before you can attack, it pulls out an m60 the size of a fucking ural how big is the brick that you shit?
Isaac Hall
probably enough to make lesser men die from shitting their insides out
Jordan Scott
Fuck shitting a brick, I shat an entire ducking fortress and bunker.
