PAGDTenno
Verified Warmind. Probably on fire.
- Location
- South Carolina
Yeah. Hm. Maybe Shiba Inu?
Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]
- Thread starter theJMPer
- Start date
Yeah. Hm. Maybe Shiba Inu?
Whiskey Golf
Being of Editing & Technical Assistance
- Location
- Chained to my desk
For Japanese PT boats, I always argue for Shiba Inu because doge and such happiness as they dogepaddle.
Japanese Spitz also works, and Spitz-Daschunds would be wonderful, but their fluffy coats become all waterlogged and they look sad and for,orn. I had a Spitz-Daschund for 13 years from when she was a puppy till she died, i know what im talking about,
She was also magic at hunting rats and used to run in my parents room to turn off the alarm clock when it rang.
As a general rule, any botedoge needs to be a doge without a fluffy coat like spitzs. Fluff + water = do not mix well. Labs, greyhounds...
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- Location
- Arizona
I thought it was stated that PT boats wouldn't be dogs? But if they are, may I put forward Shetland Sheepdogs? Small, smart, agile, fast, and very personable.
- Location
- Sunny SoCal
And now, for some reason, I want to see a half dozen PT-boats come back as Huskies, fluffy ones like this:and Alaska 'adopts' the lot of them. Or possibly Corgies, because MSSB.
PT's were discussed a while back, and I liked the idea of them coming back as horses. Someone had suggested Texas with a Calvary sword ordering a cavalry charge of PT horses.
oh, and didn't the corvettes come back as dogs? I vaguely remember something about their being chaos because the blimps were cats and the corvettes were dogs
We may see what she's up to, at some point.
CompassJimbo
Where’s Your North?
- Location
- The former Rubber Capital of the World
She's in touch with the ground, she's on the hunt, she's after you.
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
Giving a certain wolf lover a kick in the pants?
Lulz. I got that reference I think.
But, I think she's after you.
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
CompassJimbo
Where’s Your North?
- Location
- The former Rubber Capital of the World
Two can play at that game.But, I think she's after you.
- Location
- 'Murica
Goto: That's a question you never want the answer to.
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
This worries me.
And if I ever find the answer, there will be many regrets to be had.
Fanart: Akron and Macon a cute!
DrexelDragonz
[Plushie Maker] Drawing cute things
- Location
- Philippines
It is official! Blimp twins have kitty ears now!
Akron and Macon!
Akron and Macon!
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Maruyu says "Hi".
Nova Scotia duck toiling retriever?
Yeah... as someone who loves Corvettes, that was sort of disappointing. I mean, these are ships that left such an impression on the RCN that to this very day, they get honoured in the Atlantic Fleet by all RCN warships having a barbershop stripe on their funnels.
Sir_Gaea
More Stories Please
- Location
- The Region
I don't know. They don't seem airheaded enough.It is official! Blimp twins have kitty ears now!
Akron and Macon!
A Certain Lady: Iron's off his meds again.
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
I wrote something silly. Call it a spinoff borne of questionable mindset.
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"The hall plays host to a cacophony the likes of which could only be spawned by the drunken revelry of adventurers, soldiers, and some of the more rambunctious scum of the living. Wenches carrying wooden trays filled with tall mugs of frothing ale and hearty, questionable food dance around the groping hands of the less savory and sober patrons. Even the music is terrible, which adds to the dingy atmosphere. And the unfortunate, unskilled bard spends just as much time dodging insults and projectiles as he does attempting to play.
Sitting at one of the tables are two seasoned looking adventurers. One a stout, female dwarf with short, red hair and wearing a solid looking breastplate. A hefty looking axe hangs from her hip while a rather large shield rests against the table. Her companion is fine featured elf with short, brown hair and green eyes. Somehow she manages to wear her shirt of chain in a fashionable manner. A slender hand toys with the pommel of a rapier like it were a cane."
A hand makes a gesture of offering to the two.
"...It is my turn now?"
"Of course, Ari. I was just setting the scene. Now you and Mutsu get to interact for a bit." Jintsuu lowered her hand as she peeked around the screen set up in front of her. The image of a large eyeball-like monster adorned with tentacles decorated the center. "Try to stay in character though."
Arizona swallowed nervously as the rest of the table's occupants turned to her with varying degrees of anticipation. Mutsu in particular seemed to resemble the cat who had caught the proverbial canary.
"Very well." She took a breath and narrowed her eyes angrily, pouring plenty of ire into an accent she'd heard on the television. "How much longer do we have tae wait, treehugger? Those raiders ain't gonna kill themselves."
"Pfft!"
Mutsu didn't even bother holding back her laughter, earning a growl from the American and plenty of chuckles from around the table.
"...I should have made my character mute."
"N-No! Th-that's fine!" choked out the Japanese battleship as she visibly struggled to compose herself. If Arizona had gone on for even a sentence longer she'd have been on the floor, rolling around and laughing like a maniac. Oh if only she had a video camera! "I j-just wasn't expecting you to ge-ahaha!."
"I'm more impressed she got the accent. Just like that guy from that movie." remarked Richardson as he leaned back into his chair. He had even less of an idea of what was going on than Arizona did, but they were all having some kind of fun. Seemed to be the insane sort, but it was still somehow fun. "Gimli, I think?"
"Gimli, son of Gloin," added Jintsuu between giggles.
"That's the one."
"If we may continue?" grumbled Arizona.
"S-sure," stammered Mutsu as she calmed herself down. She cleared her throat and gave Arizona an almost whimsical look. "We'll get going soon soon as our entertainment stops dancing with fruit and we find our little friend."
"John, roll a reflex save," commanded Jintsuu with a roll of the dice.
"...Six." Why did he play a bard again?
"The tomato strikes you squarely in the face for two non-lethal damage." Jintsuu spoke in grave tones, conveying the results in a dreadfully serious manner. "The half-orc bouncer says you're done for the night and hauls you off stage."
"And there's our entertainment~"
"A spoony bard who cannae even string together two notes? Even my dead an drunken ancestors can do better." Arizona grinned in a rather wicked manner as she laid out a rather suitable Dwarven insult.
"Oh, he has his uses I'm sure. Earning coin at a tavern just doesn't seem to be one of them." Mutsu matched Arizona's grin and levelled an amused gaze at the irritated Richardson.
"Go piss on a dragon."
"Oh my. And here I thought bards were supposed to have silver tongues. This one seems to have rusted over." Mutsu's grin turned into something a bit more mirthful. "I gesture to the map on the table and say: Maybe some adventure will polish you right up?"
"Lewd."
"What? I'm just playing my character," replied Mutsu with a bit of a huff. "And what are you doing? All you've been doing is rolling dice."
Albacore adopted a stern expression.
"What any good rogue does."
"What might that be, Albie?" Arizona asked with a bit of amusement, a little glad to have seen someone else call out her superior.
"Rogue things!" Albacore placed a hand on her chest proudly with the declaration. "Rogues were made for us subthieves. They're the best!"
"Remember to let me know when you roll below a twelve for this check and a fourteen for this one, alright?" Jintsuu had found it far easier to let Albie just keep rolling until she hit a certain threshold. Oh, the results were sure to be amusing.
"Right."
"I don't know why, but I feel very worried for my coin purse." Richardson eyed the submarine in a wary manner that was blatantly exaggerated.
"Then I'm doing a good job."
Well, what could he say to that?
"Oh, I steal his pants."
"What?"
"Whose pants?" asked Jintsuu with a growing smile.
"The bard's!"
"Why mine?!" Richardson exclaimed. It was bad enough being a crummy bard. At least they could let him keep his pants in fantasy land!
"I don't understand the question..?"
Even Arizona joined in on chuckling at their Admiral's misfortune.
"My my~ You just can't keep them on, can you?"
"Mutsu, I swear to SECNAV…"
"John, roll to see if you spot Albie. Otherwise I'll be forced to roll for you. And that will be a stealth check from you, Albie." Jintsuu's words sent the grumbling man into action. It was up to the Dungeon Master to keep the peace and Mutsu seemed to be well intent on teasing their Admiral to the ends of his sanity. Certainly entertaining, but she did need to put her foot down.
A roll of a red twenty-sided dice and some maths. Maths of great import to the safety of one man's trousers.
"Ha! Seventeen!"
Albacore rolled her blue and gold.
"Nineteen natural!"
Richardson's head met the table with a dull thud. Why…
"Now a sleight of hand... " Albacore rolled her dice once more and looked up at Jintsuu with bright eyes when the results were displayed.
Arizona's eyes twinkled with mirth.
"I dare say you've been depantsed."
"Can't beat a natural twenty."
Albacore beamed as she added Richardson's pants to her inventory.
"Please tell me I don't need to check if I'm still wearing pants."
"Hmm…" Jintsuu placed a finger to her cheek in thought. Should she or shouldn't she? A quick glance around the table brought the answer to her. "You feel a slight draft, but because Albie's roll was so good, you think nothing of it as you sit down. The wooden chair is more uncomfortable than you expect."
"You guys…"
"Now then! Since we have everyone assembled, how about we get going. We've gold to win and heads to bash." Arizona cut in before Richardson could attempt to do anything to correct his lack of trousers. She pointed to Mutsu even as an embarrassed glow rose on her face. "You've been tooling wit yer fancy poker all night. Ye'd rather use it what it was meant for?"
"Fun as watching this little sideshow carry on may be, I'm a far bigger aficionado of gold~" returned Mutsu. Oh, she'd get Arizona back for that one. Without fail. Maybe just not this session. "So I say we get our feet a moving."
Richardson groaned again. He could feel his sanity draining away.
"I'm getting dragged along and I don't even know your names." Might as well play along with the misfortune. At least the fun might be worth it in the end? Hopefully?
"Zona Stoneblood, right and ready and true." Arizona crossed her arms proudly while her face went stoplight red. "Jes don't get in mah way, or I'll be liable to break ye in half."
"Gate Forestrunner." Mutsu offered a wink and a smile. It wasn't the most original name, but who cared? She was having a blast!
"Applecore's the name, thieving's my game." Albacore rolled a few more dice before giggling, her fauxhawk bobbing in tune. Rogues were the best thing ever. SO many skills. And all the points to use them too. "And you all still don't know where I am."
"Samuel Guinness." Richardson tapped at his character sheet. "I play the lute. Badly."
"We gathered," sounded the four seated warships.
"Well, now that introductions are over and done with," began Jintsuu, "I say it's time to head out!"
They would play into the wee hours of the night, laughing and shouting and carrying on.
Because few things beat a good, silly game of Dungeons and Dragons.
And Albacore stole everyone's pants. Including skirt-resembling garments that may or may not be belts posing as such.
In game and out of game.
Except Arizona's.
* * * * *
* * * * *
"The hall plays host to a cacophony the likes of which could only be spawned by the drunken revelry of adventurers, soldiers, and some of the more rambunctious scum of the living. Wenches carrying wooden trays filled with tall mugs of frothing ale and hearty, questionable food dance around the groping hands of the less savory and sober patrons. Even the music is terrible, which adds to the dingy atmosphere. And the unfortunate, unskilled bard spends just as much time dodging insults and projectiles as he does attempting to play.
Sitting at one of the tables are two seasoned looking adventurers. One a stout, female dwarf with short, red hair and wearing a solid looking breastplate. A hefty looking axe hangs from her hip while a rather large shield rests against the table. Her companion is fine featured elf with short, brown hair and green eyes. Somehow she manages to wear her shirt of chain in a fashionable manner. A slender hand toys with the pommel of a rapier like it were a cane."
A hand makes a gesture of offering to the two.
"...It is my turn now?"
"Of course, Ari. I was just setting the scene. Now you and Mutsu get to interact for a bit." Jintsuu lowered her hand as she peeked around the screen set up in front of her. The image of a large eyeball-like monster adorned with tentacles decorated the center. "Try to stay in character though."
Arizona swallowed nervously as the rest of the table's occupants turned to her with varying degrees of anticipation. Mutsu in particular seemed to resemble the cat who had caught the proverbial canary.
"Very well." She took a breath and narrowed her eyes angrily, pouring plenty of ire into an accent she'd heard on the television. "How much longer do we have tae wait, treehugger? Those raiders ain't gonna kill themselves."
"Pfft!"
Mutsu didn't even bother holding back her laughter, earning a growl from the American and plenty of chuckles from around the table.
"...I should have made my character mute."
"N-No! Th-that's fine!" choked out the Japanese battleship as she visibly struggled to compose herself. If Arizona had gone on for even a sentence longer she'd have been on the floor, rolling around and laughing like a maniac. Oh if only she had a video camera! "I j-just wasn't expecting you to ge-ahaha!."
"I'm more impressed she got the accent. Just like that guy from that movie." remarked Richardson as he leaned back into his chair. He had even less of an idea of what was going on than Arizona did, but they were all having some kind of fun. Seemed to be the insane sort, but it was still somehow fun. "Gimli, I think?"
"Gimli, son of Gloin," added Jintsuu between giggles.
"That's the one."
"If we may continue?" grumbled Arizona.
"S-sure," stammered Mutsu as she calmed herself down. She cleared her throat and gave Arizona an almost whimsical look. "We'll get going soon soon as our entertainment stops dancing with fruit and we find our little friend."
"John, roll a reflex save," commanded Jintsuu with a roll of the dice.
"...Six." Why did he play a bard again?
"The tomato strikes you squarely in the face for two non-lethal damage." Jintsuu spoke in grave tones, conveying the results in a dreadfully serious manner. "The half-orc bouncer says you're done for the night and hauls you off stage."
"And there's our entertainment~"
"A spoony bard who cannae even string together two notes? Even my dead an drunken ancestors can do better." Arizona grinned in a rather wicked manner as she laid out a rather suitable Dwarven insult.
"Oh, he has his uses I'm sure. Earning coin at a tavern just doesn't seem to be one of them." Mutsu matched Arizona's grin and levelled an amused gaze at the irritated Richardson.
"Go piss on a dragon."
"Oh my. And here I thought bards were supposed to have silver tongues. This one seems to have rusted over." Mutsu's grin turned into something a bit more mirthful. "I gesture to the map on the table and say: Maybe some adventure will polish you right up?"
"Lewd."
"What? I'm just playing my character," replied Mutsu with a bit of a huff. "And what are you doing? All you've been doing is rolling dice."
Albacore adopted a stern expression.
"What any good rogue does."
"What might that be, Albie?" Arizona asked with a bit of amusement, a little glad to have seen someone else call out her superior.
"Rogue things!" Albacore placed a hand on her chest proudly with the declaration. "Rogues were made for us subthieves. They're the best!"
"Remember to let me know when you roll below a twelve for this check and a fourteen for this one, alright?" Jintsuu had found it far easier to let Albie just keep rolling until she hit a certain threshold. Oh, the results were sure to be amusing.
"Right."
"I don't know why, but I feel very worried for my coin purse." Richardson eyed the submarine in a wary manner that was blatantly exaggerated.
"Then I'm doing a good job."
Well, what could he say to that?
"Oh, I steal his pants."
"What?"
"Whose pants?" asked Jintsuu with a growing smile.
"The bard's!"
"Why mine?!" Richardson exclaimed. It was bad enough being a crummy bard. At least they could let him keep his pants in fantasy land!
"I don't understand the question..?"
Even Arizona joined in on chuckling at their Admiral's misfortune.
"My my~ You just can't keep them on, can you?"
"Mutsu, I swear to SECNAV…"
"John, roll to see if you spot Albie. Otherwise I'll be forced to roll for you. And that will be a stealth check from you, Albie." Jintsuu's words sent the grumbling man into action. It was up to the Dungeon Master to keep the peace and Mutsu seemed to be well intent on teasing their Admiral to the ends of his sanity. Certainly entertaining, but she did need to put her foot down.
A roll of a red twenty-sided dice and some maths. Maths of great import to the safety of one man's trousers.
"Ha! Seventeen!"
Albacore rolled her blue and gold.
"Nineteen natural!"
Richardson's head met the table with a dull thud. Why…
"Now a sleight of hand... " Albacore rolled her dice once more and looked up at Jintsuu with bright eyes when the results were displayed.
Arizona's eyes twinkled with mirth.
"I dare say you've been depantsed."
"Can't beat a natural twenty."
Albacore beamed as she added Richardson's pants to her inventory.
"Please tell me I don't need to check if I'm still wearing pants."
"Hmm…" Jintsuu placed a finger to her cheek in thought. Should she or shouldn't she? A quick glance around the table brought the answer to her. "You feel a slight draft, but because Albie's roll was so good, you think nothing of it as you sit down. The wooden chair is more uncomfortable than you expect."
"You guys…"
"Now then! Since we have everyone assembled, how about we get going. We've gold to win and heads to bash." Arizona cut in before Richardson could attempt to do anything to correct his lack of trousers. She pointed to Mutsu even as an embarrassed glow rose on her face. "You've been tooling wit yer fancy poker all night. Ye'd rather use it what it was meant for?"
"Fun as watching this little sideshow carry on may be, I'm a far bigger aficionado of gold~" returned Mutsu. Oh, she'd get Arizona back for that one. Without fail. Maybe just not this session. "So I say we get our feet a moving."
Richardson groaned again. He could feel his sanity draining away.
"I'm getting dragged along and I don't even know your names." Might as well play along with the misfortune. At least the fun might be worth it in the end? Hopefully?
"Zona Stoneblood, right and ready and true." Arizona crossed her arms proudly while her face went stoplight red. "Jes don't get in mah way, or I'll be liable to break ye in half."
"Gate Forestrunner." Mutsu offered a wink and a smile. It wasn't the most original name, but who cared? She was having a blast!
"Applecore's the name, thieving's my game." Albacore rolled a few more dice before giggling, her fauxhawk bobbing in tune. Rogues were the best thing ever. SO many skills. And all the points to use them too. "And you all still don't know where I am."
"Samuel Guinness." Richardson tapped at his character sheet. "I play the lute. Badly."
"We gathered," sounded the four seated warships.
"Well, now that introductions are over and done with," began Jintsuu, "I say it's time to head out!"
They would play into the wee hours of the night, laughing and shouting and carrying on.
Because few things beat a good, silly game of Dungeons and Dragons.
And Albacore stole everyone's pants. Including skirt-resembling garments that may or may not be belts posing as such.
In game and out of game.
Except Arizona's.
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Stahor
BookWorm
- Location
- Russia, Moscow
I take you remembered them
Question on Akron\Macron: Given that they don't have weight and separation-from-sea issues of other kanmusu, is it possible to move them between operational theaters by one of the fast cargo planes? And, given recent discussion, air-drop them?
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
I might do more? Depends on mood, inebriation, and apparently my meds.
This was more of a silly spinoff than a genuine entry. But I'm glad you like it!
PAGDTenno
Verified Warmind. Probably on fire.
- Location
- South Carolina
I take you remembered them
Question on Akron\Macron: Given that they don't have weight and separation-from-sea issues of other kanmusu, is it possible to move them between operational theaters by one of the fast cargo planes? And, given recent discussion, air-drop them?
Well, it would more be *opens cargo door, Akron/Macon floats out*, but still.
Being Adm. Richardson is Suffering.
Heh. Either Ari was too perceptive, or Albie exhibited self-preservation. Anyway, an amusing little spin off.
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
Hard to argue that. XD
A little bit of column A and a little bit of column B. And maybe a little bit of unknown factor C~
- Location
- United States
Huh, and here I thought they'd take the chance to be different and not just themselves in fantasy form - oh well, I guess they are just beginners.
Smol, squat, grumpy, slow, heavily armored and not encumbered by it - definitely a standard in fantasy form if I ever saw one. Good selection on the characters, Iron.
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
Shipgirls may actually not be good at imagining themselves as fundamentally different people than they are, because their human forms are personifications of a physical object. All destroyers have "destroyer-like" personality aspects, all battleships have "battleship-like" personality aspects, and so on.
Asking Arizona what she'd do if she were playing an elven sorceress may be a lot like asking her what she'd do if she were an aircraft carrier. You'd get a lot of blank stares and "um, er."
Asking Arizona what she'd do if she were playing an elven sorceress may be a lot like asking her what she'd do if she were an aircraft carrier. You'd get a lot of blank stares and "um, er."