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I--and a lot of his cronies--am still trying to cajole ol' Fap Angel into resuming the story like he promised to do two years ago...

Also, read the Hate novella at the end, too, it's going to be plot-relevant if we ever do get him out of his depression and writing again. Most of the other omake are optional, but fun. Most. The KTKM/Ooi subplot one got irritating quick and then just sorta stopped, and then there's Fluffbringer's one that's the only KCQ stuff to be explicitly de-canonized. (Gap an Elf's attitude on omake is like the old Star Wars EU; everything's canonical unless explicitly declared non-canon or contradicted by higher-ranking canon.)

...and I just realized how hypocritical it is of me to be pestering Deme to keep writing when my own depression has me not finishing Even Salties...
 
I still don't like it myself. There's quite a few things that bug me, from the pacing to the plot itself, to characterization. Even the writing style. But I've said my piece on that, many a time.
 
SeismicGuide said:
I am! I got into KC during spring break, Met a new friend of mine over FFN, after I made a account, and started looking around for other stuff,


Admittedly I started reading Changing Destiny on FFN, I also picked this(And I do mean this! I found this thread before I even knew BelBat was a thing, I think it was still 920 pages, I think) up after finding it, but dropped it until, like, April, The Summer or August, I don't remember.


Last year was a big year, Thank Y'all(meaning every author whose stuff I've read,) for inspring me to write, even if currently it's for practice, enjoyment, fun and a unscheduled writing lesson


Also, I did find Tinycolle, I really liked it, I'll go back to being A sneaky Sub now,


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Also, read The Greatest Generation. Read the @Whiskey Golf rewrite, then the original by @sasahara17. The original tells more than the rewrite.

KCQ is one of the defining works of this corner of the fiction universe. GG is another. Things Involving Shipgirls, by @CV12Hornet is also widely read.

Spectral Waltz said:
Kant-O-Celle quest, yeah it was run on 4chan, think it's still ongoing, though if you poke around someone's put the whole thing so far out as a series of ebooks/PDFs.
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It's collected with authorization here on SV, and in a thread on SB as well. The full experience requires going to suptg's archives though. It's... an interesting experience. Do it if you have the time.

There's also the various side stories that are on Google Docs somewhere. And then there's the Highest Canon Akagi/Bat Lead story. Yes, it's a slash. Yes, it is "Canon". Yes, you should read it, if only so you can suffer as I did. Yes, you will hate yourself for reading it just because it's "Canon".

Finally, there's the rest of the "vaguely Military Anime" 4chan quest universe, which includes Strike Witch Quest, etc.
 
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Not exactly. It could be a fake DMCA takedown:

Meatwadsan (Kancolle wikia user) said:
On the first point, I was actually referring to the stated repercussions for users reuploading images, which seemed to suggest immediate banning rather than Wikia's three strikes policy for repeat infringers.

On the second, I wholly understand Wikia's position on content removal to protect its Safe Harbor liability. However, there are many other factors governing the definition of fair use than simply user-generated content. That is why I would suggest that the users and/or admins who receive the notice file a counter-notice, as they would almost certainly win on legal grounds, assuming DMM then hires a US-based law firm for an international suit to prove dubious damages from non-profiting users who uploaded images officially released and intended for free, public consumption.

On the last note, I do find it quite odd that the CEO of DMM would circumvent their retained law firm to personally file a DMCA notice. This is especially in light of all of their previous notices being filed through their law firm. This holds true for both Kadokawa and DMM, and Kadokawa is in fact the actual rights holder, not DMM. I do not see them listed under the Principal, or clearly stated in the notice itself. Legally speaking, this automatically invalidates the DMCA notice, as they must explicitly state the relationship of the parties involved when acting on behalf of the Principal.

Does Wikia's DMCA process include a research and communication phase to assess the validity of DMCA claims? For example, Google uses a bot to check for the presence of all legally required information within the notice. Then an employee manually assesses fair use criteria, namely purpose and character of use. They also attempt to contact the sender to verify the authenticity of the notice. Notices that fail their criteria are disregarded. Upwards of 40% of DMCA notices served to Google are fraudulent, which caused Google to institute the aforementioned process.
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The Battleship Iowa museum will be streaming today at 2PM Pacific time talking about the new patch. Join us!

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Just a bit of a status update. Wanted to let you know that the next chapter of Lady is in the works.
 
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    • "Holy fuck, Gale!" Jersey squinted into the tiny webcam, ignoring the stares that everyone else in the room was trying not to direct towards her still-wet swimsuit clad ass. "Are those your tits or did you open a beach resort while I was away."

    On the other side of the screen, Gale blinked. She looked like someone had just derailed her metaphorical train of thought with a very real simile to the brain stem. "What," she said flatly, too stunned to even scrounge up punctuation.

    "Yeah," Mo gave her older sister a sideways look. "What?"

    "'Cause…" Jersey waved at the screen, "beach balls and… her tiddies… she's pregnant and—wait, you are still pregnant, right?"

    "Eight weeks," groaned Gale with a tone that perfectly blended excitement and utter misery.

    "Really?" Wisky peeked around her sisters. Her nose scrunched up and Jersey could hear the unnecessary calculations running through her weeb-infected mind. Wisconsin had an unusually large German enclave and… well, it showed. "You look ready to pop now."

    "Actually, yeah," said Jersey. "Is that a fuckin' globe under your shirt?"

    "Hardy har," Gale groaned.

    "No, really." Mo adjusted her mirrored red sunglasses and momentarily flashed her angry red irises. "I can see longitude lines."

    "What?" Gale made a face and hiked up her shirt. Not only was her belly a perfect sphere, someone had drawn a navigation-quality map of the world—or at least the western hemisphere—on her taut skin. "Borie!"

    Wisky produced a soggy five dollar bill from somewhere in that absurd rig of a swimsuit and wordlessly handed it to her equally damp sister.

    "Look…" Jersey shook her head, trying to keep things on topic before the combined sexual energy of three soaking-wet Iowas in swimwear completely destroyed the combat effectiveness of Naval Activities Sasebo. "Where's the doc, I need to talk to him."

    "Speaking," a voice from off-camera quickly came on-Camera when Gale twisted her phone. "New Jersey."

    "Doc," Jersey said stiffly. Maybe it might've been a good idea to throw a shirt on but… No. He'd seen her in swimwear before, it'd be fine. "I figured it— we figured it out. I think."

    "Figured what out?"

    "All of it," said Jersey. "The Abyss, Jones, all of it."

    Crowning leaned in to the camera. "I'm listening."

    "It was, uh, Vicky's idea actually," said Jersey. "We go into a deep trance together and… point is it worked." She bit her lip and forced herself to slow down. "The Abyss is old."

    "We knew that."

    "I mean really old," said Jersey. "It's… okay, we're the manifestation of hope and sailors' dreams and all that positive shit, right?" she motioned to herself and her sisters.

    "As far as we can figure, yeah."

    "But they are the manifestation of fear and terror," said Jersey. "The Abyss was born the first time man struck another man in anger on the sea. Or maybe just close to them. Maybe blood washes off the beaches and feeds the Abyss."

    "That'd be my reading," said Wisky, adjusting her glasses.

    "Right," said Jersey. "The Abyss feeds on fear and hate and destruction and death… and during the war we gave it the fuckin' mother of all buffets."

    "But after 1945…"

    "We starved them…" said Mo. "It… whatever."

    "And this has happened before," said Wisky.

    "The Sea Peoples," said Crowning. "Another period of peace and prosperity disrupted by raiders from the ocean."

    "Exactly!" said Jersey. "But there's more."

    "We met their admiral," said Mo. "Old Jones himself."

    "He put on the face of Admiral Lutjens," said Jersey. "He gave me his dagger, his Imperial German dagger."

    "Okay…" Crowning blinked.

    "You don't understand why that's significant?" half-asked Jersey.

    Wisky didn't wait for a response. "Lutjens served his country because he had to, not because he had any particular allegiance to the Nazi party. Well—"

    "It's the short version," Mo deftly snipped one of her little sister's meandering rants in the bud.

    "But I wanted to tell him—"

    "Ohmygod, shut the fuck up!" Jersey snapped. "Look," she rounded on Crowning. "I think the Abyss and its admiral aren't the same thing. And I think the admiral's rooting for us."

    Crowning leaned in. "Jersey?"

    "We," Mo waved generally to herself and her sisters, "Er… kanmusume—"

    "Nice pronunciation!"

    "—Thank you, sis. Anyway, we first showed up after those brave Jap coasties charged into Abyssal teeth."

    "And," interjected Jersey, "Mo remembered a… figure making a show of looking the other way when she returned."

    "I'm sorry," Crowning shook his head. "You… you think he's on our side? How could that be."

    "He's the ferryman," said Wisky. "The Abyss only cares about blood, but the admiral—"

    "The admiral's seen us," said Mo. "You… people… he's seen us at their best."

    "Seen us spend our lives without hesitation," said Jersey, "on the off chance that we mightbuy another's in the process."

    "So he's stacking the deck," said Wisky. "Stringing the Abyss along while slipping us the tools to starve it out."

    "You're… sure about this?" Crowning leaned in further than the camera's autofocus allowed.

    "Oh," Jersey shook her head. "Not even remotely."

    "We recorded the whole thing," said Mo. "Just… let us know what you think."

    "But it feels right in my gut," said Jersey.

    Wisky just nodded and shifted the unnecessary decorative cords on her swimsuit to better frame her curves.

    "Of course," said Crowning with the pleasent smile of a man who hadn't just been accosted in the middle of dinner by three soaking wet battleships with less than a square yard of tight-fitting lycra between them.

    "Thanks," said Jersey. "Oh, and uh…" she glanced around and coughed significantly until her sisters left her alone. "You and 'shima fucking yet?"

    "Oh my god, Jersey!" Gale scowled from off-camera, but from the sound of it she was too hungry to waste any more time yelling while there was food to eat. Crowning slowly turned a new and interesting shade of red.

    "You are!" Jersey cackled.

    "I'm… afraid not," said Crowning. "With Wash out of action, she's had to take up fleet-in-being duties. When she's on-base all she wants to do is eat and sleep."

    "Oh," Jersey shook her head. "Yeah, that sounds about right." She tapped her fingers against her thigh, thinking to herself for a second. "Make her dinner, something nice and heavy like stew, then read to her in bed. Something she likes, but won't mind falling asleep to."

    "Is that an order?"

    "Just trust me," said Jersey. "I've… you don't know how soothing it'll be for her."

    Crowning smiled. "You'll find your match."

    Jersey shook her head with a roguish grin. "Ain't nothing that can match an Iowa. Anyway, I got shit to do. Gale?"

    "What!?"

    "If you pop before I see you again, congrats."

    "Oh," Gale's bluster deflated in much the way her stomach didn't. "Thanks, Jerjer."

    "Because you're pregnant I'm gonna let that slide," Jersey shook her head. "Take care of yourself."

    "Good hunting."

    —|—|—
    The first time they'd met, Jersey had not had a very high opinion of the battleship Yamato. She was big, the biggest girl and near-on the biggest thing in Sasebo. But she seemed almost afraid of her height, shy and blushing and demure. She got her hips stuck in places a proper battleship could have—should have—smashed her way out of without a second thought. She didn't command the attention of a room just by entering it, stature be damned. She almost folded into herself and forced the spotlight away.

    It was just weird. Musashi might be annoying, but at least she had the proper bombast for a battleship of her caliber. Of course, that was before her first engagement with the… thing intelligence had named 'Tosa-princess.' Yamato was still quiet, but not shy. She was more like a cocked pistol someone'd left on the table. Quiet and unassuming, but coiled and deadly should she need to be.

    At the front of the room, admiral Richardson paced in sharp, measured steps. Even with the constant motion he was visibly brimming with rage he couldn't find ways to burn off. Jersey knew the feeling. She hadn't known any of the ships that bitch took down, but she did know poi. As much as she hated the little shit… she'd never seen Yuudachi cry. Not like that. Destroyers weren't supposed to cry. They made other people cry, but this…

    Jersey was itching to kill something. And she knew that if it were possible, Richardson would wade out to the princess and beat her to death with his own bare hands. "We lost the princess in the night," he said, clenching his hands behind his back. "Recon forces are in place. The second we establish a track, a fast battleship element under New Jersey will deploy."

    The admiral glared at Jersey, his gaze burning through her mirrored shades and almost melting her ice-blue eyes. "Run her down, find her home, and burn it to the ground. I leave the details in your very capable hands."

    "Sir," said Jersey. "It would be my honor."
     
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