- Location
- Minot, North Dakota
A corpsman has to go in each morning with a defibrillator. "Rise and shine, Whisky....CLEAR!"
Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]
- Thread starter theJMPer
- Start date
A corpsman has to go in each morning with a defibrillator. "Rise and shine, Whisky....CLEAR!"
- Location
- Pacific Northwest
Only if there's a setting a magnitude above 1000 watt/seconds.
PAGDTenno
Verified Warmind. Probably on fire.
- Location
- South Carolina
A watt is a joule per second. A watt-second would therefore simply be a joule.
I did say I wasn't gonna come out till next year, right?
Well, it's the 1st of January, 2019 here where I live. So this happened:
Battleship New Yearsey here to celebrate stuff and shit.
Happy New Years everyone.
Nice pic!
ijnfleetadmiral
CinC Rengo Kanmusutai
- Location
- Admiral's Bridge, HIJMS Kongo
Happy New Year, everyone!
- Location
- Canada
Seventy-five years ago today Iowa and Jersey left Hampton Roads, Virginia and sailed to Panama to be transferred to the Pacific. It seems the two sisters were rarely apart during the war.
- Location
- Canada
She could really use one now, that's for sure.
Richardson
CAN YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?
- Location
- Yes
That's what Nyansky is for. Yes, the grinding gears is Jersey slipping a prop shaft as she tries not to look at the disturbingly realistic cow-patterned catgirl ears Weebsconsin has on.
SeismicGuide
The Quakiest of Quakebotes
- Location
- A usually Warm, Southern state of the US
So I've been here on and off since like, May? Of last year, only got a account today, I like this, it's nice,
Heck of a lot better then some other stuff I've seen...
Heck of a lot better then some other stuff I've seen...
- Location
- Minot, North Dakota
Welcome to the thread!
SeismicGuide
The Quakiest of Quakebotes
- Location
- A usually Warm, Southern state of the US
Thanks! Glad to be here!
ijnfleetadmiral
CinC Rengo Kanmusutai
- Location
- Admiral's Bridge, HIJMS Kongo
KanColle JazzFest happened today, apparently. At the end, they surprised everyone.
SEASON 2 CONFIRMED!!!
SEASON 2 CONFIRMED!!!
Burning Baron
This position needs more entrenching.
- Location
- In here, not out there.
Damn, Shigu. Becalm thyself.KanColle JazzFest happened today, apparently. At the end, they surprised everyone.
SEASON 2 CONFIRMED!!!
- Location
- Central Standard Time
A Certain Armchair Critic
From a writing perspective, the execution was great. (There's a couple rough spots technically, but they're forgivable.)
You see the whole descent into charlie-foxtrot.
Bam. Nice transition. Not a fan of the fragment (imho drop the "For" and the paragraph break), but combined? These two give everyone an "oh shit". Mind: from everyone's discord reacts, I knew this was going to be bad. Just not this bad.
Golden BB reference? *checks WP*
> The last bomb hit at 08:06 in the vicinity of Turret II, likely penetrating the armored deck near the ammunition magazines located in the forward section of the ship.
Probably. I didn't actually check on first read, but I thought this or next chapter would have a Pennsylvania cradling Arizona's body.
A cutaway to the "Human" cost (versus Shipgirls, who are also human, but also... idk. I'm not a philosophy expert.)
In any case, this matches up to one of the later losses. It makes sense that Pennsylvania wouldn't know which one, because anger and fog of war.
Regardless of red-hazed anger or Fog of Battle causing this breakdown in communications, the end result is an unreliable view into the battle.
o7 Kawakaze.
Clues, rather than the entire picture. Slightly better would have been verbalizing it ("Pennsylvania, Arizona, push up. Your foes are dead." etc). I consider this a minor quibble, however.
The bloody, bloody cost of war.
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All in all, I liked this chapter, despite the deaths. This chapter sent them off heroically.
o7
From a writing perspective, the execution was great. (There's a couple rough spots technically, but they're forgivable.)
You see the whole descent into charlie-foxtrot.
Bam. Nice transition. Not a fan of the fragment (imho drop the "For" and the paragraph break), but combined? These two give everyone an "oh shit". Mind: from everyone's discord reacts, I knew this was going to be bad. Just not this bad.
Golden BB reference? *checks WP*
> The last bomb hit at 08:06 in the vicinity of Turret II, likely penetrating the armored deck near the ammunition magazines located in the forward section of the ship.
Probably. I didn't actually check on first read, but I thought this or next chapter would have a Pennsylvania cradling Arizona's body.
A cutaway to the "Human" cost (versus Shipgirls, who are also human, but also... idk. I'm not a philosophy expert.)
In any case, this matches up to one of the later losses. It makes sense that Pennsylvania wouldn't know which one, because anger and fog of war.
Regardless of red-hazed anger or Fog of Battle causing this breakdown in communications, the end result is an unreliable view into the battle.
o7 Kawakaze.
Clues, rather than the entire picture. Slightly better would have been verbalizing it ("Pennsylvania, Arizona, push up. Your foes are dead." etc). I consider this a minor quibble, however.
The bloody, bloody cost of war.
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All in all, I liked this chapter, despite the deaths. This chapter sent them off heroically.
o7
Yup. If you are interested in other writing by some of the same authors, check out TinyColle, Changing Destiny, and pretty much any KC threads Sky etc post in.
esseresse
R'lyth Power Make-up
- Location
- divorceville, state of depression
- Pronouns
- They/Her
JerJer Binks Episode 3: Revenge of the Night Battle
Battleship Musashi knew Jersey was at the door even before she hammered her fist against the flimsy wood. She could hear the floor creaking and groaning under the massive American's immense weight, and smell Jersey's sweet, but gritty and ever so slightly smoky aroma. Musashi was certain even holding a gun to her head wouldn't get the Iowa to wear perfume, but that didn't matter. She smelled perfectly nice as is.
"Come in," Musashi spun in her chair. Her meaty chocolate thighs were crossed, and she waited just a moment too long to pull her unbuckled miniskirt smooth. Her shirt hung off her shoulders, letting the finest naval rifles the world had ever seen breath free for the first time since she'd visited the States.
She understood why the prudish Americans wanted her to stay clothed while in their country. A glimpse of the unfiltered majesty of her mighty eighteens would torpedo the American birthrate as every man gave up everything to move to Japan and every woman struggled with crippling inadequacy issues, a fate Musashi would never wish on her new ally.
But against Jersey… giving the big Iowa a few inadequacy issues would be fun. If anything else, it might deflate the arrogant American's opinion of herself to something more reasonable.
Jersey didn't so much open the door as shoulder through it. She carried a case of beer under one arm—Musashi didn't recognize the brand, but the packaging looked obscure enough to be better than the usual American piss water. Musashi was certain she had help, the American's taste wasn't that refined.
Under the other she carried a box full of snacks—Doritos, the red color with dust Naka had judged "the STD of food products", and a few bottles of Gatorade. Musashi was pleased her estimation of Jersey's taste had been correct.
"Mushi," Jersey grunted and unceremoniously dumped the collection onto Musashi's heavily-reinforced bed. A king-size mattress—the only size that could fit a battleship as titanitcally massive as the second Yamato—stood on massive steel pilings that could—barely—support her weight.
"Jersey," Musashi smirked and slowly uncrossed her legs. "How long's it been for you?"
"Itsa bein too long." The American rocked on her heels, rolling her massive shoulders to work out the last few knots in those admittedly envious muscles.
"Mmm," Musashi set her features in a coy smirk and slowly stood, her enormous pagodas taking a split-second to catch up with the rest of her imperially perfect figure. She let her fingers trail along the armrest of her chair for a moment before settling her hands on her hips. "Shall we…" she slowly circled the American, letting the shirt she wore like a cape trail along Jersey's bare wrist. "commence a night engagement."
"No," Jersey rolled her terrifyingly icy eyes. "Wesa gonna fuck now, Okieday."
Battleship Musashi knew Jersey was at the door even before she hammered her fist against the flimsy wood. She could hear the floor creaking and groaning under the massive American's immense weight, and smell Jersey's sweet, but gritty and ever so slightly smoky aroma. Musashi was certain even holding a gun to her head wouldn't get the Iowa to wear perfume, but that didn't matter. She smelled perfectly nice as is.
"Come in," Musashi spun in her chair. Her meaty chocolate thighs were crossed, and she waited just a moment too long to pull her unbuckled miniskirt smooth. Her shirt hung off her shoulders, letting the finest naval rifles the world had ever seen breath free for the first time since she'd visited the States.
She understood why the prudish Americans wanted her to stay clothed while in their country. A glimpse of the unfiltered majesty of her mighty eighteens would torpedo the American birthrate as every man gave up everything to move to Japan and every woman struggled with crippling inadequacy issues, a fate Musashi would never wish on her new ally.
But against Jersey… giving the big Iowa a few inadequacy issues would be fun. If anything else, it might deflate the arrogant American's opinion of herself to something more reasonable.
Jersey didn't so much open the door as shoulder through it. She carried a case of beer under one arm—Musashi didn't recognize the brand, but the packaging looked obscure enough to be better than the usual American piss water. Musashi was certain she had help, the American's taste wasn't that refined.
Under the other she carried a box full of snacks—Doritos, the red color with dust Naka had judged "the STD of food products", and a few bottles of Gatorade. Musashi was pleased her estimation of Jersey's taste had been correct.
"Mushi," Jersey grunted and unceremoniously dumped the collection onto Musashi's heavily-reinforced bed. A king-size mattress—the only size that could fit a battleship as titanitcally massive as the second Yamato—stood on massive steel pilings that could—barely—support her weight.
"Jersey," Musashi smirked and slowly uncrossed her legs. "How long's it been for you?"
"Itsa bein too long." The American rocked on her heels, rolling her massive shoulders to work out the last few knots in those admittedly envious muscles.
"Mmm," Musashi set her features in a coy smirk and slowly stood, her enormous pagodas taking a split-second to catch up with the rest of her imperially perfect figure. She let her fingers trail along the armrest of her chair for a moment before settling her hands on her hips. "Shall we…" she slowly circled the American, letting the shirt she wore like a cape trail along Jersey's bare wrist. "commence a night engagement."
"No," Jersey rolled her terrifyingly icy eyes. "Wesa gonna fuck now, Okieday."
CompassJimbo
Where’s Your North?
- Location
- The former Rubber Capital of the World
This is awful and you should feel awful for making something so goddamn cursed.
My mind actively blocks me from remembering what's in these updates.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
But issa wonderful thing!
- Location
- Beyond the Unknowable Veil
No. No, it really isn't.
- Location
- Central Standard Time
TBH JarJar gets way too much hate.
That doesn't excuse this, though.
That doesn't excuse this, though.