Damon Polchow, the blue-haired perfect organism of the rabid fanfic Asshole : A Festering Cacophony (Trademarked on behalf of @Sheo Darren, who came up with the name first.), was praying to the altar of Slaneesh, it had been the youngest Chaos God that had granted him all his powers and good looks and all his slaves.
A story of his own, in which he was king, in which the fabric of reality will bend to his very will, a reality where no matter how evil he would be, people would ALWAYS accept him.
As he prays he makes sure that his speech is eloquent and proper, his patron god demands it.
Which leads to his current predicament and why he was praying fervently to his patron deity in the first place. There was resistance against him. A band of mongrels and lesser being resisting his greatness.
That bastard Sheo Darren, that little cunt who had stolen his property, his Murakumo, in the name of liberty!. Who needs "liberty" and "freedom" anyway, the only thing that matters is him and him alone. That whore De3ta, who had dared criticise his exploits of greatness, alongside the likes of Missing Jimbo and that worthless trash Whiskey Golf, he had heard about his promotion as "Councilor" or some shit like that. But what pissed him of more was that traitor Zone-Meister, that fuck had been one of his fans, but now he claims enlightenment and sides with the other cunts. AwacsSkyEye, Icywinter, he could go on and on, but then again he'll ruin his vocal chords...that's a big no-no.
Oh and that cheeky fuck RomanReignsWHC15.
Damon turns to a black screen and smiles. To the inhabitants of A:AFS, he is looking into the void, in reality, he is looking at the very faces of those rebels, of those who slander his good name and deeds.
Damon's smile widens beyond what is possible until it's nothing more than a mockery of how the human anatomy works, proof, that he is no longer human.
"So y'all think it's funny to make fun of me and all that shit. You stupid fucks, you can't recognise glory and honor even if it hit you in the face." Damon pauses to take a candy cig. He puts it in his mouth and lights it up with the powers his Mistress has conferred to him. Taking a deep breath of the smoke before exhaling he continues.
"I won't bother tryin to tell you how great i am, instead, i'm going to show you, i'm going to murder my way to the top, i will destroy anyone, whether they be kids or even babies, to make my point."
Damon's smile becomes more demon-like.
Turning to look at Sheo, he says "I'll watch you choke on your blood bitch, but before you die, i'll make sure your Murakumo's are screaming my name....well..at least you get a free show before you die." Damon then focuses his attentions on De3ta.
"I heard that Jun'you and Pola are your favorites?", Damon tilts his head before continuing, " Don't worry both of them will be mine soon enough, i got some nice chains for em".
As he glances at his enemies he continues his rant. "Wisconsin is quite fond of me, i'll be having my way with her soon, but you know what, fuck this, i'm not going to say the name of my slaves one by one, instead," Damon turns to face the vermin, smirking as he did so, "i'll be taking them all, they'll be mine, all those whores will be spreading their legs for me."
"And there is nothing you fucks can do to stop it."
Damon turns around to leave, but before he does, he looks back at Whiskey and Zone.
"My story shall eclipse GG, and Yvonne Swanson's head will be on a pike Whiskey, so, get ready, ohh and Zone, you're gonna die traitor."
With an uncharacteristic giggle, Damon turns his head away and walks of, planning to inflict more misery on the vermin that dare challenge him.
For in this great game of fanfiction, there is no middle ground.
You win...or you die.
Author's note : This is my view on how Damon would "chastise" us if he were to read this page, he's a bastard through and through.
P.s If it's TOO OFFENSIVE, JUST TELL ME AND I'LL TAKE IT DOWN IMMEDIATELY.
Damon Polchow, the blue-haired perfect organism of the rabid fanfic Asshole : A Festering Cacophony (Trademarked on behalf of @Sheo Darren, who came up with the name first.), was praying to the altar of Slaneesh, it had been the youngest Chaos God that had granted him all his powers and good looks and all his slaves.
A story of his own, in which he was king, in which the fabric of reality will bend to his very will, a reality where no matter how evil he would be, people would ALWAYS accept him.
As he prays he makes sure that his speech is eloquent and proper, his patron god demands it.
Which leads to his current predicament and why he was praying fervently to his patron deity in the first place. There was resistance against him. A band of mongrels and lesser being resisting his greatness.
That bastard Sheo Darren, that little cunt who had stolen his property, his Murakumo, in the name of liberty!. Who needs "liberty" and "freedom" anyway, the only thing that matters is him and him alone. That whore De3ta, who had dared criticise his exploits of greatness, alongside the likes of Missing Jimbo and that worthless trash Whiskey Golf, he had heard about his promotion as "Councilor" or some shit like that. But what pissed him of more was that traitor Zone-Meister, that fuck had been one of his fans, but now he claims enlightenment and sides with the other cunts. AwacsSkyEye, Icywinter, he could go on and on, but then again he'll ruin his vocal chords...that's a big no-no.
Oh and that cheeky fuck RomanReignsWHC15.
Damon turns to a black screen and smiles. To the inhabitants of A:AFS, he is looking into the void, in reality, he is looking at the very faces of those rebels, of those who slander his good name and deeds.
Damon's smile widens beyond what is possible until it's nothing more than a mockery of how the human anatomy works, proof, that he is no longer human.
"So y'all think it's funny to make fun of me and all that shit. You stupid fucks, you can't recognise glory and honor even if it hit you in the face." Damon pauses to take a candy cig. He puts it in his mouth and lights it up with the powers his Mistress has conferred to him. Taking a deep breath of the smoke before exhaling he continues.
"I won't bother tryin to tell you how great i am, instead, i'm going to show you, i'm going to murder my way to the top, i will destroy anyone, whether they be kids or even babies, to make my point."
Damon's smile becomes more demon-like.
Turning to look at Sheo, he says "I'll watch you choke on your blood bitch, but before you die, i'll make your Murakumo's are screaming my name....well..at least you get a free show before you die." Damon then focuses his attentions on De3ta.
"I heard that Jun'you and Pola are your favorites?", Damon tilts his head before continuing, " Don't worry both of them will be mine soon enough, i got some nice chains for em".
As he glances at his enemies he continues his rant. "Wisconsin is quite fond of me, i'll be having my way with her soon, but you know what, fuck this, i'm not going to say the name of my slaves one by one, instead," Damon turns to face the vermin, smirking as he did so, "i'll be taking them all, they'll be mine, all those whores will be spreading their legs for me."
"And there is nothing you fucks can do to stop it."
Damon turns around to leave, but before he does, he looks back at Whiskey and Zone.
"My story shall eclipse GG, and Yvonne Swanson's head will be on a pike Whiskey, so, get ready, ohh and Zone, you're gonna die traitor."
With an uncharacteristic giggle, Damon turns his head away and walks of, planning to inflict more misery on the vermin that dare challenge him.
For in this great game of fanfiction, there is no middle ground.
You win...or you die.
Author's note : This is my view on how Damon would "chastise" us if he were to read this page, he's a bastard through and through.
P.s if it's too offensive, i'll take it down immediately.
Crazy Steve to @landcollector : "Th-that doesn't count you cheeky fuckin tryhard!, that was me evolving...yes evolving!!, like a Phoenix from the ashes!".
Crazy Steve to @landcollector : "Th-that doesn't count you cheeky fuckin tryhard!, that was me evolving...yes evolving!!, like a Phoenix from the ashes!".
Crazy Steve : You FUCK!, I'm muthaffucking Steve!, i have powers, i have slaves, i can fly in the future, i have kewl exosuits and tacti-kewl weapons!!, all of reality bends before me....you...YOU ARE NOTHING!!
Crazy Steve to @landcollector : "Th-that doesn't count you cheeky fuckin tryhard!, that was me evolving...yes evolving!!, like a Phoenix from the ashes!".
Oh and I might plan a rescue fic for Shoukaku. Gonna save her before Damon does. But where do I start cuz ummm, I have no idea where she is now in the fic.
[10:00 PM] Breakaway25: Found my tablet so I can watch Battlebots and do this
[10:01 PM] CompassJimbo:
"Somethin's wrong," Damon warns. The truck approaches the outer limits of Macon City around midday.
"This whole world's fucked up, of course there'll be something wrong," Murakumo replies sarcastically back. "What worse could it be?"
Damon of points straight ahead. "Then kindly explain to me why the hell there are so many damn choppers in the air!"
Four helicopters, three AH-6 Little Birds and one HC-3 Merlin transport helicopter, are hovering in Macon City airspace.
"Well, we did cause a ruckus in the city freeing those kids," Amatsukaze remarks. "Could be that they're looking for us."
"But all the way until the next day?!" Damon nearly raises his voice to a yell. "What the fuckin' hell do they think they are, hookers that can't hop off a dick? Now you're tellin' me that we gotta shoot down helis outta the sky? This's utter bullshit."
To Damon's dismay, one of the Little Birds turns upon spotting the utility truck and starts to fly towards them.
"Ahhhhh shit. Amatsukaze, can yer lil' guy shoot a round into that heli?" Damon asks.
"Says the guy who yelled at us for 'wasting ammunition' when I was only test-firing - "
"Now is NOT the time to start bitchin' at me, have him shoot that motherfucker down!"
[10:04 PM] HashiriyaR32: Greek, I will give you more detailed notes later.
[10:04 PM] Interested Party: raised eyebrow
[10:04 PM] Greek Fire: ok
[10:04 PM] CompassJimbo: >Bunch of dudes get shot or blown up
[10:04 PM] Breakaway25: just read through the thread
[10:04 PM] Interested Party: I'm not sure where to start here, really.
[10:04 PM] Breakaway25: THREADCEPTION
[10:04 PM] CompassJimbo: Also, Nagato was a hooker. Because grimdark
[10:04 PM] HashiriyaR32: @CompassJimbo That is at least 70 chapters away
[10:05 PM] Greek Fire: are
[10:05 PM] Interested Party: Dialogue is... Damon, please speak like a normal bloody person.
[10:05 PM] Greek Fire: are you serious
[10:05 PM] Greek Fire: HE MADE
[10:05 PM] Greek Fire: NAGATO
[10:05 PM] Greek Fire: A HOOKER
[10:05 PM] Greek Fire: WHY
[10:05 PM] CompassJimbo: I've lost track of this since I stopped reading initially
[10:05 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: LITTLE ROCK IS GOING TO BE SO DEAD, SUZUYA IS NOT FOR TORTURE
[10:05 PM] CompassJimbo: REMEMBER ASHIGARA!!
[10:05 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: I MADE CADUCEUS FOR A REASON
[10:05 PM] HashiriyaR32: AGAIN, I will give you a summary for ch1-18, as well as explanation for what Compass just spoiled.
[10:05 PM] CompassJimbo: Wait, she's not dead yet...
[10:05 PM] HashiriyaR32: Anyway........can we continue?
[10:05 PM] CompassJimbo: Yep! Next round on the way!
[10:06 PM] Breakaway25: well he already fucked up the helicopters
[10:06 PM] Breakaway25: AH-6 is refered to as an MH-6
[10:06 PM] Greek Fire: wait
[10:06 PM] Greek Fire: does the author know we're doing this?
[10:06 PM] Breakaway25: and the other one isn't used in America
[10:06 PM] Breakaway25: he is aware
[10:06 PM] Greek Fire: good
[10:06 PM] Interested Party: Which author, Greek?
[10:06 PM] CompassJimbo:
"Damn de javu..." Amatsukaze mutters as she hands her robotic sidekick to Mutsu, who then places Rensouhou-kun on top of the glove compartment. "Go get 'im, Rensouhou-kun."
Rensouhou-kun makes a couple of robotic clicks, very R2-D2-esque, and angles his cannon barrels out the broken front window. The Little Bird then turns to its right in midair, revealing a balaclava-wearing man lugging an M-32 repeating grenade launcher sitting on the side of the helicopter.
"Amy, this guy better get a shot off before we all get blasted ta kingdom come!" Damon roars. As soon as he yells this, Rensouhou-kun fires a pair of 12.7cm rounds at the helicopter. As it turns out, two shots proves complete overkill as the first shot is a direct hit to the Little Bird's lower hull and literally flings the small chopper across the sky like a whiffle ball being slammed by a metal baseball bat. In the midst of the explosion, a small red splurt colors the otherwise fiery and smoky cloud that obscures the wreck of the Little Bird from view.
[10:06 PM] Breakaway25: just roll with what we're doign right now
[10:07 PM] CompassJimbo: HE RUINED ARTOO
[10:07 PM] Interested Party: What is de javu supposed to mean?
[10:07 PM] HashiriyaR32: Deja yu
[10:07 PM] HashiriyaR32: *vu
[10:07 PM] HashiriyaR32: Spacing error
[10:07 PM] Breakaway25: If it were possible to get a direct hit with the first shot with one of those things
[10:07 PM] Breakaway25: I would be impressed
[10:07 PM] CompassJimbo: AND SINCE WHEN IS A JAPANESE DD FRENCH!?
[10:08 PM] Greek Fire: well, de Javu is a commonly used phrase
[10:08 PM] Interested Party: Why would it turn? The helicopter, I mean? And why do we need to know what sort of grenade launcher the guy's using?
[10:08 PM] Breakaway25: Gun porn
[10:08 PM] CompassJimbo: ADVERTISING
[10:09 PM] CompassJimbo: BUY REMINGTON
[10:09 PM] Breakaway25: and how the hell can you identify it from that range
[10:09 PM] Greek Fire: you can't
[10:09 PM] Lilith (Winter): Guys
[10:09 PM] Lilith (Winter): Gus
[10:09 PM] CompassJimbo: BUY FABRIQUE NATIONALE
[10:09 PM] Lilith (Winter): Why are we shooting grenade launchers at helos?
[10:09 PM] Greek Fire: we're not
[10:09 PM] Greek Fire: they're shooting 5 inch rounds
[10:09 PM] Breakaway25: the guy in the helo had the grenade launcher
[10:09 PM] Interested Party: >well, de Javu is a commonly used phrase
I'm like, 76% sure that it's spelled deja vu though, like Hash said, not de javu.
[10:09 PM] Lilith (Winter): Oh, right. It's been a long time since I read it.
[10:09 PM] Lilith (Winter): And it's Deja vu.
[10:09 PM] Breakaway25: it is spelled Deja vu(edited)
[10:09 PM] Greek Fire: ah
[10:10 PM] CompassJimbo: Greanade launchers out of moving vehicles? Where is that Aldnoah.Zero gif when I need it?
[10:10 PM] Greek Fire: hold on Jumbo
[10:10 PM] Breakaway25: eh that's not far feched
[10:10 PM] Lilith (Winter): Also, how could you design a shipgirl without telling them how modern weapon systems work?
[10:10 PM] CompassJimbo: Asseylum is cute when she has one of those
[10:10 PM] Interested Party: And considering that the grenade launcher was never even fired, we have even less of a reason to know the exact sort it is.
[10:10 PM] Breakaway25: original Cobra used a mk19 in its chin turret
[10:10 PM] Lilith (Winter): Like... we did build them in the 21st century. it'd be a massive oversight to not tell them what helos or planes are.
[10:11 PM] De3ta: Popping in to say, if any of the Quotes are borked I get to blame someone else this time~
[10:11 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: BEST MARS PRINCESS
[10:11 PM] De3ta:
[10:11 PM] Breakaway25: and we are so far off topic it's worth starting over
[10:11 PM] Lilith (Winter): Can we do this in a google document?
[10:11 PM] CompassJimbo: MOVING ON
[10:11 PM] Lilith (Winter): Please?
[10:11 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: No
[10:11 PM] Lilith (Winter): Okay. ;^;
[10:11 PM] CompassJimbo: Next part!
[10:11 PM] Interested Party: It's honestly a lot harder for me to read through the sections to properly pick out errors with this format, the page keeps sliding up as everyone frantically throws things out. But yeah, moving on...
[10:11 PM] CompassJimbo:
"Sweet Jesus!" Damon exclaims, watching the downed Little Bird drop straight back down to the ground in the middle of the city. "No fuckin' way in hell the other helis're gonna just wanted ignore us after that shit, and if they've all got people draggin' around M-32's, we ain't gettin' off this highway in one piece!" He guns the engines as hard as he can and takes the next off-ramp as soon as he can as the other two Little Bird helicopter escorts also turn to give chase to the truck. Damon swerves to and fro from one street to the next, desperately trying to find a suitable hiding spot for the truck out of reach from the pursuing helicopters. While the other ship girls are on edge, Iku, meanwhile, is laughing with glee and excitement at all the rollercoaster-like sharp turns and swerves of the truck. Finally, after ten high-adrenaline minutes of street driving filled with the sounds of screeching truck tires and assault rifle crack and helicopter rotors, Damon brings the truck off a cul-de-sac onto a sandy dirt field to smash the vehicle straight into the side of a building called The Adult Learning Center.
[10:13 PM] Breakaway25: but if they had those, then the protag might actual be in danger(edited)
[10:13 PM] CompassJimbo:
"Admiral, ADMIRAL, YOU'RE DRIVING US INTO A FUCKING BUILD - "
Amatsukaze's scream goes completely ignored as the truck crashes through an explosion of glass shards, wooden chips, and metal screws and nuts. Damon ensures that the entirety of the truck fits inside the building so that the helicopters cannot shoot at the tail end of the vehicle and brushes away the debris on the front of his body once everything settles down. The girls are groaning, and Rensouhou-kun is making robotic creaking noises that sound eerily much like groans as he lies in Mutsu's lap.
"Everyone okay?" Damon quickly looks over his girls, even though he doesn't really need to. "Good."
"You bastard, why do you always make it a fucking habit to crash the truck through everything you see!?" Amatsukaze screams again.
Damon stares at her. "I mean, I ain't got control over what forces me to crash through things, but it's not like it's gonna hurt ya," he says casually. "Let's just say...it's part of the experience." He flashes her a thumbs up and a sarcastic smile. Amatsukaze gives him the middle finger with her Ignition Glove. "Thanks, love ya too. A'ight, we need to get those fuckin' annoyin' ass helis outta the air, so get'cher artillery ready, 'cause we 'bout ta start up an extermination business with all this flyswattin'."
"No fuckin' way in hell the other helis're gonna just wanted ignore us after that shit, and if they've all got people draggin' around M-32's, we ain't gettin' off this highway in one piece!"
How is this coherent dialogue? Going back a chunk. I don't understand what he's saying.
[10:14 PM] CompassJimbo: He gets shot, blown up, but not beaten or car accident'd to death
[10:14 PM] Greek Fire: does he think that driving a car is jus putting your foot on the peddal?
[10:14 PM] Interested Party: And the action is, as usual, dull as hell.
[10:15 PM] CompassJimbo: Wait... this is Tommy Wiseau-grade dialogue
[10:15 PM] HashiriyaR32: ?
[10:15 PM] HashiriyaR32: huh?
[10:15 PM] CompassJimbo: The Room. Watch it
[10:15 PM] Interested Party: Worst film ever made.
[10:15 PM] Greek Fire: OH GOD THAT
[10:15 PM] CompassJimbo: It's one of the quintessential "So Bad, It's Good" movies(edited)
[10:15 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: > The Room
[10:15 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: OH HAI SWAN
[10:16 PM] Breakaway25: MOVING ON
[10:16 PM] Interested Party: And yeah, it's that level of fucking incomprehensibility right now, without that small amount of charm The Room somehow has.
[10:16 PM] CompassJimbo:
The girls exit the truck and grab their small arms. "It's not a good idea if we deploy our ship armaments on land, Admiral," Mutsu says quickly as Murakumo tosses her the M4-A1 assault rifle in the bed of the truck and an extra magazine of STANAG bullets. "We'll basically be sitting ducks out here."
"You mean sitting snails?" Damon points at the turret spikes on Mutsu's head. She stares back at him.
"What? Snails...?"
"Yeah. Snails. You look like one."
Mutsu looks up at her turret spikes. "I'm not a snail! They look icky!"
"Yeah, right, Mutslug," Damon chuckles as a shot rings out and thucks against the roof of the building they just crashed into. "Shit, doesn't seem like they'll wait for us to come out. We can't let 'em fly back either, 'cause if we don't take care 'a them now, we gotta deal with 'em again later. Iku, stay here with the truck and make sure no one else besides us gets near." Iku nods enthusiastically with her signature "Nano!" as she pulls back the charging handle on her M16-A4. "Mutslug, grab the L.S.A.T. instead of that M4, it suits you better. Amatsukaze and Murakumo, distract the helis by poppin' off some shots. I'll shoot the pilots outta the air..."
[10:17 PM] Breakaway25: they're STANAG mags, the bullets aren't called that
[10:17 PM] Lilith (Winter): Yeah
[10:17 PM] HashiriyaR32: And he keeps calling mags of .308 Winchester or just .308 Winchester rounds in general DMR mags/rounds
[10:17 PM] Lilith (Winter): Lol
[10:17 PM] CompassJimbo: I don't really gun porn. Nor do I regular smut, so...
[10:17 PM] Interested Party: Gun porn, dull, moving on... Fracking snail meme, you could at least not be a jerk about it...
[10:17 PM] CompassJimbo: Well, written
[10:17 PM] Breakaway25: and why do we need to know the exact make and model of EVERY SINGLE GUN
[10:18 PM] Lilith (Winter): Because
[10:18 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: MOVING ON
[10:18 PM] Breakaway25: and protag being an asshole
[10:18 PM] Lilith (Winter): We gotta fap/shlick furiously to firearm companies
[10:18 PM] Greek Fire:
[10:18 PM] CompassJimbo: @Breakaway25 I suspect gun companies are paying him to advertise somehow
[10:18 PM] Lilith (Winter): And protag being an arse is because humans are apparently mean
[10:18 PM] Lilith (Winter): And the idea of being nice died with the nukes
[10:18 PM] Breakaway25: I mean I like gun porn when it's done right
[10:18 PM] CompassJimbo: BUY HECKLER AND KOCH
[10:18 PM] Breakaway25: this asshole might as well tell us the weapon's serial numbers
[10:18 PM] HashiriyaR32: This reminds me of my own car porn in my short story that's featured in De3ta's general LR thread, but in a VERY bad way.(edited)
[10:18 PM] Lilith (Winter): FN2187
[10:18 PM] Lilith (Winter):
[10:19 PM] CompassJimbo: HA!
[10:19 PM] Greek Fire: PFFFFFT
[10:19 PM] Interested Party: Honestly, my entire impression of this "high-octane action" is basically just "zzz..." except when I try to decipher what the hell it is he thinks he's saying.
[10:19 PM] Lilith (Winter): Well yeah
[10:19 PM] Lilith (Winter): If you want good gun porn and good action scenes, see Peptuck's Tiberium Wars.
[10:19 PM] Lilith (Winter): He's what drives me to write well.
[10:19 PM] CompassJimbo:
Yeah, right, Mutslug," Damon chuckles as a shot rings out and thucks against the roof of the building they just crashed into. "Shit, doesn't seem like they'll wait for us to come out. We can't let 'em fly back either, 'cause if we don't take care 'a them now, we gotta deal with 'em again later. Iku, stay here with the truck and make sure no one else besides us gets near." Iku nods enthusiastically with her signature "Nano!" as she pulls back the charging handle on her M16-A4. "Mutslug, grab the L.S.A.T. instead of that M4, it suits you better. Amatsukaze and Murakumo, distract the helis by poppin' off some shots. I'll shoot the pilots outta the air..."
The Little Birds continue to hover over the Learning Center, their side passengers carefully scanning the buildings with their AK-47's and AK-74M's.
The Little Birds continue to hover over the Learning Center, their side passengers carefully scanning the buildings with their AK-47's and AK-74M's. Suddenly, Murakumo and Amatsukaze burst out of the truck-sized hole that Damon punched through the side of the building and point their AK-47's back up at the helicopters to unload their magazines into them. Their surprise attack catches the helis off guard, and two of the three side passengers fall off, struck by the unexpected flurry of bullets, and the pilots hurriedly swerve away. One of them, losing both side gunners, begins to fly away towards the center of the city from whence it came, but Damon, tracking the scene as it unfolded, moves to the other side of the building, takes aim with his DSR-50 sniper rifle, and fires a shot that rips the tail rotor off the retreating Little Bird. As the helicopter begins to spin out of control with the absence of a tail rotor, Damon delivers the killing shot as soon as the front of the helicopter faces his direction, the .50caliber round splattering the insides of the pilot all over the destroyed front window and the back of his seat. Damon doesn't bother watching the downed helicopter make its fatal journey down to the ground and only hears it explode off in the distance behind him as he rotates back to the truck side of the building.
[10:20 PM] Breakaway25: unless you use that bullet to shoot the pilot
[10:21 PM] Lilith (Winter): Are we going past or present tense?
[10:21 PM] CompassJimbo: You need a missile or 20mm autocannons
[10:21 PM] Lilith (Winter): ack-acks all the way brouva
[10:21 PM] Lilith (Winter):
[10:21 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: Am i better than him or worse than him?
[10:21 PM] HashiriyaR32: Is the Little Bird's canopy ballistically rated?
[10:21 PM] Interested Party: Can we move on to something written at least mildly more entertainingly than a car maintenance manual?
[10:21 PM] Breakaway25: those things are desiged to take small arms fire
[10:21 PM] Lilith (Winter): It should be
[10:21 PM] Breakaway25: hell no
[10:21 PM] Breakaway25: not against .50cal
[10:21 PM] Lilith (Winter): Nothing's rated against .50 BMG unless we're talking about actual armour here
[10:21 PM] Lilith (Winter): Which the Little Bird lacks.
[10:21 PM] HashiriyaR32: He IS sniping the pilots through the canopy
[10:22 PM] Interested Party: I've seen one-paragraph plaques with more enthusiasm in the writing than this section.
[10:22 PM] Breakaway25: little bird is a Spec ops helo, it is not designed to be shot at, but one .50 will not blow the tail rotor off
[10:22 PM] Breakaway25: he's shooting at the tail rotor
[10:22 PM] Breakaway25: for some reason
[10:22 PM] Lilith (Winter): Too much CoD influences.
[10:22 PM] Lilith (Winter): Next.
[10:22 PM] Greek Fire: >looks at battlefield
[10:22 PM] CompassJimbo:
"I'll take him!" Mutsu yells to the destroyers, who duck back into the safety of the building, and she jumps out, crouches down to point the barrel of Damon's light machine gun at the second chopper, and holds down the trigger. The heavy machine gun rounds chew through the light metal of the Little Bird, and the pilot quickly loses control over his helicopter as the rotors and avionics fail from the sustained damage before getting hit with a couple of machine gun bullets himself. Mutsu keeps the L.S.A.T. chugging as the helicopter goes all the way down, crashing and exploding in the parking lot on the other side of the Learning Center building.
"I'd complain 'bout how you wasted MG ammo and your less than stellar accuracy, but for your first time ever shootin' a gun, that was fuckin' fantastic," Damon cheers. "Plus, I don't gotta waste another sniper bullet." He looks up at the sky towards the center of the city, and the HC-3 Merlin is still hovering over the center of the city.
"So those things're called helicopters?" Mutsu remarks. "They don't seem so tough, even if they're vehicles decades ahead of our time."
[10:23 PM] Breakaway25: The Germans were playing with them for years
[10:24 PM] Breakaway25: and we had units using them in the Pacific
[10:24 PM] Lilith (Winter): Additionally, I don't understand why Mutsu seems to think that future = better.
[10:24 PM] CompassJimbo:
I know, right?" Murakumo says, smiling with utmost satisfaction at their ability to take down two such helicopters. "They're just pushovers. If that's how far human technology's advanced over sixty or seventy years, that's just absolutely pathetic. They're no worse than the planes we needed to deal with back in the day..."
Damon laughs out loud for a moment. "Yeah, put all your fuckin' bullets into that Merlin off in the distance over there, see if they give two shits about your bullets. You'll need your ship guns to take down a monster like that. Anyway..."
Tapping the knuckles on his right hand against his chin, Damon quickly thinks about what their next strategy should be.
"For now, we need to get outta here. Hopefully no one comes back 'n jacks our ride, that'll suck if that happens. We need to getcloser to the city and figure out what the hell those guys're doing back in the city like this. I mean, unless Dee Jay and his peeps got caught again...in which case, I don't even think it's worth savin' 'em a second time..."
[10:24 PM] Lilith (Winter): What, did you think we suddenly dream them up in the '50s?
[10:24 PM] Interested Party: And Paul? Hackyou? Whichever you prefer? I should tell you: you can't write. I know you think you can, but writing holds my attention more than this. This is wallpapering. Not writing.(edited)
[10:24 PM] Greek Fire: shrugs
[10:24 PM] Lilith (Winter): Also, swearing for edginess.
[10:24 PM] Lilith (Winter):
[10:24 PM] Breakaway25: no wait
[10:24 PM] Breakaway25: he's running she blew up so she knows nothing meme
[10:24 PM] Lilith (Winter): ...
[10:25 PM] Lilith (Winter): But you're an android...
[10:25 PM] Lilith (Winter): Past life experience != current experience...
[10:25 PM] Lilith (Winter): I don't get it. Are we running with actual ship spirits or androids?
[10:25 PM] Breakaway25: and once more the AW101 IS NOT USED IN THE STATES(edited)
[10:25 PM] Lilith (Winter): It doesn't even sound American!
[10:25 PM] Greek Fire: i thought they were just AIs in android bodies
[10:25 PM] CompassJimbo: There's bullshit involved somewhere. Probably more stuff looted from what's left of Gensokyo
[10:25 PM] Interested Party:
Tapping the knuckles on his right hand against his chin, Damon quickly thinks about what their next strategy should be.
[10:26 PM] Breakaway25: hellicopters are pushovers huh
[10:26 PM] Greek Fire: pffft
[10:26 PM] CompassJimbo:
Damon, Mutsu, Amatsukaze, Murakumo, and Iku manage to cross underneath the 23 Highway and find themselves storming into Prosperity Park after being chased by a squad of Atlantan soldiers dispatched to patrol the area because of the commotion they had made shooting down the Little Birds.
"Behind here!" Damon yells as he sticks close to Murakumo, whose Waterfall Shield protects him from getting shot from the bullets that their pursuers are firing at them. As soon as they duck underneath a small dirt hill that used to be covered in grass before the war, Murakumo deactivates her Waterfall Shield, and the ship girls wait for Damon's signal. After the gunfire dies down a bit, Damon urges them up. "Light 'em up!"
Four assault rifles and one marksman rifle spit small jetstreams of gas and ignited gunpowder at their pursuers, who are giving chase to them without realizing they had simply ducked to gain some cover. Four of them go down right away in quick succession, and the other three scatter, leaving their injured comrades for dead, and dive to whatever cover they have immediately accessible. One of them hides behind a garage dumpster, another stands behind a particularly burly tree, and the last man dives into the sand pit of the children's swing set.
[10:27 PM] Lilith (Winter): It's advanced technology that's about 40 years out of our reach.
[10:27 PM] Breakaway25: oh this is more of that BS magic he cooked up for mobieus
[10:27 PM] CompassJimbo: This is a sequel to a damned Touhou fic.
[10:27 PM] CompassJimbo: There's magic
[10:27 PM] Lilith (Winter): Really.
[10:27 PM] De3ta: Literal magic
[10:27 PM] De3ta: yes
[10:28 PM] CompassJimbo: It's mentioned on the fucking TVTropes page
[10:28 PM] HashiriyaR32: Not a sequel, alternate timeline perhaps
[10:28 PM] Greek Fire: :/
[10:28 PM] Interested Party: Remind me again, who's shooting at them this time?
[10:28 PM] Lilith (Winter): I mean, it would make more sense than nanomachine technology in the 2010s that is this advanced.
[10:28 PM] CompassJimbo: NANOMACHINES, SON
[10:28 PM] Lilith (Winter): I want my machine programmable matter ;^;
[10:28 PM] HashiriyaR32: Yes, I wrote that it was a "Stealth Sequel" to that fic on the page, but it's really an alternate timeline/universe
[10:28 PM] Breakaway25: Also the little bird would like to have a word with you
[10:28 PM] Breakaway25:
[10:28 PM] Lilith (Winter): Then why is it related in any way or form?
[10:28 PM] Lilith (Winter): Yeah, I was wondering
[10:28 PM] Lilith (Winter): Where were the rockets?
[10:28 PM] Lilith (Winter): They're normally armed with rockets, no?
[10:29 PM] Greek Fire: they didn't have them because plot
[10:29 PM] Breakaway25: no, because if it was
[10:29 PM] Breakaway25: the protag would actually be in real danger
[10:29 PM] Lilith (Winter): Then what's the point in bringing them out?
[10:29 PM] CompassJimbo:
"I think I can get the guy behind the dumpster," Damon says, switching out his MK-14 Rogue Chassis marksman rifle for the DSR-50 sniper rifle he brought with him strapped to his back. "Mutsu, Iku, put some rounds into that tree that the dude's hidin' behind, maybe you can hit 'im through the tree. Amatsukaze, watch for that guy behind the tree in case he decides to make a break for it. Murakumo, watch the guy in the pit over there to the right."
Damon scopes in onto the old and rusty dumpster, using his non-aiming eye to track the shadows of the feet of the man behind it and his aiming eye to determine a correct spot for his bullet to penetrate the dumpster.
"Oh, and by the way, cover your ears. If you can."
Murakumo and Amatsukaze quickly furrow their eyebrows, bracing for the imminent boom of the sniper rifle.
M14 Rogue Chassis System With Charging Handle-The M14 Rogue is a turnkey solution for any mill-spec M14/M1A rifle. This system will transform your romantic, Vietnam era service rifle into a modern day, multi-purpose Close-Quarter Battle rifle (CQB).
[10:29 PM] Lilith (Winter): ...
[10:29 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: ITS M14
[10:29 PM] Lilith (Winter): Oh, so a MEMEWEAPON
[10:30 PM] CompassJimbo: >Rifle
>Romantic
[10:30 PM] Lilith (Winter): Oh. Oh. Oh. He lifted most of this gun porn from FPSRussia.
[10:30 PM] Breakaway25: also why does the sniper only make noise now?
[10:30 PM] CompassJimbo: LOLwut?
[10:30 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: .....
[10:30 PM] Lilith (Winter): Hey, I think wood furniture is sexy.
[10:30 PM] Lilith (Winter):
[10:30 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: Oh no
[10:30 PM] Breakaway25: oh gog FPSRussia
[10:30 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: Not FPSrussia!
[10:30 PM] Interested Party: Also, apparently Damon is making tactical derp eyes.
[10:30 PM] CompassJimbo: Dammit
[10:30 PM] Lilith (Winter): But yes. He lifted it from FPSRussia. Because I remember him showing off that thing.
[10:30 PM] Interested Party: Dunno if anyone else noticed.
[10:31 PM] Breakaway25: yeah we may have to go back to gdoc
[10:31 PM] Lilith (Winter): I thought it was pretty cool but it was needlessly complicated to my twelve year-old self.
[10:31 PM] Breakaway25: way to much tangential crap
[10:31 PM] CompassJimbo:
Expended gunpowder and gas blow out of the perforated holes at the end of the fifty-caliber sniper rifle's barrel as Iku and Mutsu cry out in surprise at the sheer volume of the shot. With the decayed condition of the dumpster, the fifty-caliber round has no trouble at all punching through, and Damon coolly watches as a spectacular splash of blood and gore confirms the kill. The spent bullet casing is flung into the air, but Damon catches it and pockets it quickly before closing the bolt to load the last bullet in the magazine.
Hearing the shot and seeing his comrade's chest burst into a tidal wave of blood and organs, the soldier behind the tree quickly peeks out, not wanting to share the same fate as his comrade did, and sprays wildly with his M16-A1 semi-automatic assault rifle. His shots force Mutsu and Iku to snap back into attention and return fire quickly, but it takes the a few moments to take him down as he attempts to flee after burning through his magazine. He falls with more than a handful of gunshot wounds to his back and upper legs, his rifle laying smoking and empty at the base of the tree he had tried to hide behind. At the same time, the man inside the sand pit also realizes that he is in a highly risky place and tries to use the cover of the gunfire to relocate, but Murakumo, keeping tabs on him, nails him in the neck with her first shot, permanently crippling him by splitting his neckbones, and finishes the job with a follow-up shot to the side of his head.
[10:31 PM] HashiriyaR32: @Lilith (Winter) Anyway, Damon's mother was a lead character in that 2hu fic. Various 2hu characters are part of this universe's ST6.
[10:31 PM] Lilith (Winter): >expended gunpowder
[10:31 PM] Lilith (Winter): er
[10:31 PM] Lilith (Winter): what
[10:31 PM] Lilith (Winter): You mean smoke?
[10:31 PM] Breakaway25: .50 cal is loud
[10:31 PM] De3ta: "The spent bullet casing is flung into the air, but Damon catches it and pockets it quickly before closing the bolt to load the last bullet in the magazine."
[10:31 PM] Greek Fire: ...
[10:31 PM] Breakaway25: ain't that loud
[10:31 PM] De3ta: GOOD JOB BURNING YOUR HAND ASSHOLE
[10:32 PM] Greek Fire: I'm sorry what
[10:32 PM] Lilith (Winter): M16-A1
No, no, the correct designation is M16A1.
[10:32 PM] Lilith (Winter): What the fuck are you on writer
[10:32 PM] Breakaway25: perforated holes(edited)
[10:32 PM] Interested Party: You're warships. Why would the sound that any gun a human could carry be enough to startle you?!?
[10:32 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: That insanely impossible!
[10:32 PM] Greek Fire: even .22 casings can burn you hand
[10:32 PM] Lilith (Winter): Because they're frail girls
[10:32 PM] Lilith (Winter):
[10:32 PM] CompassJimbo: How did he catch a shell flying out that fast?
[10:32 PM] Lilith (Winter): He's literally a cyborg mutant thing
[10:32 PM] Lilith (Winter): More on that later on.
[10:32 PM] Greek Fire: wait seriously
[10:38 PM] Lilith (Winter): But in the context of a person reading it, it's going to be random.
[10:39 PM] Breakaway25: so he can do reasearch on google maps
[10:39 PM] Lilith (Winter): I'm reading this story because I want to be entertained, not looking the damn things up on google maps.
[10:39 PM] CompassJimbo: I'll call this stuff "Map Porn"
[10:39 PM] Breakaway25: but he can't realize that he fucked up the helos?
[10:39 PM] Lilith (Winter): He watched movies.
[10:39 PM] Greek Fire: nope
[10:39 PM] Breakaway25: AND THE BASIC BALLISTICS
[10:39 PM] Lilith (Winter): Apparently that suffices as research.
[10:39 PM] Lilith (Winter): Again, movies.
[10:39 PM] HashiriyaR32: lololollolol
[10:39 PM] Lilith (Winter): He's using CoD and FPS games as research.
[10:39 PM] Lilith (Winter): Because they totally count, right?
[10:39 PM] Greek Fire: nope
[10:39 PM] HashiriyaR32: And DayZ, apparently
[10:39 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: No
[10:39 PM] De3ta: Even CoD is better than this
[10:39 PM] HashiriyaR32: He plays that quite a bit
[10:39 PM] De3ta: it has entertaining action
[10:40 PM] De3ta: and
[10:40 PM] Breakaway25: I forget this is the same person who saved the day by flying A-10s off a carrier
[10:40 PM] De3ta: ocasionally tension
[10:40 PM] HashiriyaR32: Which is why the Ural is in.
[10:40 PM] Lilith (Winter): *Granted, I did learn a lot about how ballistics work from WoT, but WoT actually models these things, albeit simply.
[10:40 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: Dont forget De3ta
[10:41 PM] Lilith (Winter): At least be original with the team names silly author.
[10:41 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: Go dance with the fucking Demons, Damon
[10:41 PM] CompassJimbo:
"Oh, yeah, nothing'll ever go wrong with this..." Murakumo snickers sarcastically, and Amatsukaze chuckles as well. Mutsu easily tosses him up so that Damon can barely catch hold of the side of the roof of the building.
"Get - Iku - up here - too -!" Damon says as he lifts himself onto the roof. Mutsu also flings Iku up as well, but because of her lighter body, she clears the roof of the building a bit too easily by some six or seven feet, and Damon catches her as she comes back down. "Be a bit more careful next time with Iku, okay, Mutslug?"
"Oka - hey, don't call me that, I'm not a slug either!" Mutsu cries out indignantly.
Ignoring Mutsu's repeated pleas not to call her a snail or a slug, Damon flattens himself against the flat roof of the repair shop and zooms in with the variable scope on his sniper rifle. "Iku, look at that supermarket and tell me what you see. Point out anything that's strange or needs to be noted."
"Okay, nano!" Iku keenly peers off into the distance at what used to be a Walmart, lying beside Damon as she scans the area. "Ummm...there seem to be a lot of vehicles...people with guns are everywhere, too, nano..."
"Look at the guns they all have, too," Damon notes as well. "Fucking M-416's, AN-94's, MP5SD-6's, Skorpion EVO's, and Dragunov SVU's? Those are really fuckin' high-end guns they've managed to scrounge up. These guys aren't some lousy backwater rogues anymore. They're all geared up to fight a fourth World War. And so what's exactly in that supermarket building that they'd wanna have more 'n forty or fifty guys all decked out in Kevlar and guns like that surrounding the place...?"
[10:41 PM] Lilith (Winter): Why is he insulting her?
[10:41 PM] Lilith (Winter): Why is she not slapping him upside the head?
[10:41 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: > 'n thingie
[10:41 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: STOP THAT SHIT
[10:42 PM] Interested Party: Dashes help nothing in this dialogue.
[10:42 PM] HashiriyaR32: "I just wanted to show him my thingie!!" - Trevor Phillips
[10:42 PM] CompassJimbo: Brainwashing. Misogyny. The usual reasons.
[10:42 PM] Lilith (Winter): M-416... that's not the designation you idioten.
[10:42 PM] Lilith (Winter): It's M416.
[10:42 PM] Lilith (Winter): Or HK416.
[10:42 PM] Interested Party: Mutslug continues, to my ever-increasing irritation.
[10:42 PM] CompassJimbo: Technically it's the HK416
[10:42 PM] Lilith (Winter): Actually, M-416 is wrong.
[10:42 PM] De3ta: Did Damon show his dick again
[10:42 PM] CompassJimbo: He got that from the Battlefield games
[10:42 PM] Lilith (Winter): Because the US Army never accepted it.
[10:42 PM] Lilith (Winter): No
[10:42 PM] Lilith (Winter): He got it from Combat Arms.
[10:42 PM] Lilith (Winter): christ
[10:43 PM] Breakaway25: The US Army has accepted it
[10:43 PM] Lilith (Winter): It's like someone told twelve year-old me to write the most edgiest thing ever.
[10:43 PM] Breakaway25: but we don't hyphenate our designators
[10:43 PM] Interested Party: If you're going to get all the details anyways, Damon, why'd you have Iku thrown up with you?
[10:43 PM] Breakaway25: not for weapons
[10:43 PM] Lilith (Winter): @Breakaway25 When did they accept it?
[10:43 PM] Breakaway25: last year
[10:43 PM] Lilith (Winter): Because I'm running off information that's eight years old.
[10:43 PM] Lilith (Winter): Ah.
[10:43 PM] Lilith (Winter): There we go.
[10:43 PM] Lilith (Winter): See.
[10:43 PM] CompassJimbo: This was before last year, so he's still wrong
[10:43 PM] Interested Party: And this one clump of guys is going to fight WWIV? Pull the other one, Hackyu.
[10:44 PM] Lilith (Winter): To supplement the M4s in service?
[10:44 PM] Breakaway25: but they haven't changed the designator
[10:44 PM] Breakaway25: Army's trying to replace them
[10:44 PM] CompassJimbo:
Iku points dramatically at one particular location. "There, there, Admiral, nano! Do you see him?"
Damon hurriedly scans to and fro to see what Iku is pointing out. "What, where? Waddya see?"
"There, at the second set of double doors from the left, nano! They're dragging someone inside!"
Finding what Iku is referring to quickly, Damon deepens the zoom on his variable scope. He watches as two guards with body armor, leg armor, and helmets and KAC-PDW's hanging from their hips drag a young man whose hands are tied behind his back from a utility truck into the former supermarket.
"Hmmm...I dunno..." Damon mulls, trying to come to a decision. "All the enemies we've fought up 'til now either were kinda stupid and didn't have good shots or were just outright underequipped. This's a whole different story now...and I ain't gonna bother decidin' whether or not I wanna test their accuracies with those high-end guns of theirs. Damn, what to do..."
[10:44 PM] Lilith (Winter): Iku. Why aren't you saying exactly where to look at?
[10:44 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: FFS JUST GRAB ONE
[10:44 PM] Interested Party: Inevitable answer: the usual. Shoot everyone.
[10:45 PM] Greek Fire: go full on russia and blow up everything
[10:45 PM] Lilith (Winter): I think Chief's answer here would be suitable, though it wouldn't be as funny as it was in game.
[10:45 PM] Lilith (Winter):
[10:45 PM] CompassJimbo: These are going to be a pain to copy/paste
[10:45 PM] Lilith (Winter): So do it on the docs.
[10:45 PM] Lilith (Winter):
[10:45 PM] HashiriyaR32: Painful Pasta
[10:45 PM] Lilith (Winter): PURPLE PAIN
[10:45 PM] Lilith (Winter): PURPLE PAAAIN
[10:45 PM] HashiriyaR32: PHANTOM PAIN
[10:45 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: But then i cant see!
[10:45 PM] CompassJimbo: Next!
[10:45 PM] Lilith (Winter): LOOK
[10:45 PM] Lilith (Winter): LOOK WITH YOUR SPECIAL EYES
[10:45 PM] CompassJimbo:
"Hey, Admiral, you hear that? We're picking up increasing frequencies of two helicopters," Murakumo's electronic voice pokes into Damon's headset, which reminds him to fold down the mic to his mouth. And sure enough, Damon listens for the helicopters, and two helicopters do appear - one of them is the HC-3 Merlin that they had seen hovering over the city as they came in, and another helicopter that instead comes from the northwest - a Boeing CH-47 Chinook. The sight of the magnificent helicopter nearly takes Damon's breath away as the two helicopters land in the middle of the parking lot, which the heavily armed soldiers had cleared out already in anticipation of the helicopters' arrival. As Iku and Damon watch, the main rotor blades of the two helicopters slowly stop spinning, and the dust they have both kicked up settles down again to allow normal visibility. As they watch, a couple of suited men exit the Chinook, and more armed guards disembark from the Merlin. Damon drags the scope over the men in the business suits to see if he can identify any of them. One of them catches his eye, an older man wearing a cowboy hat and shades.
Wait a minute...shades and a cowboy hat?
Damon almost does a double-take. Having taken off the scope from the guy, he puts the sights back onto him again.
Make no mistake, that's the same guy he talked to from Mobile.
Narration expresses Damon's confusion poorly here, the description of the double-take - not almost a double-take, at the point where you have to jerk your line of sight back it's just a double-take - is also very clunky.(edited)
[10:49 PM] Interested Party: Jimbo! Please, slow down a little!
[10:49 PM] Lilith (Winter): By the way, do you remove the periods when you form acronyms?
[10:49 PM] Breakaway25: yes
[10:49 PM] Lilith (Winter): Shouldn't F.L.E.E.T. be FLEET?
[10:49 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: Brb editing cuba caduceus
[10:49 PM] Breakaway25: yes
[10:49 PM] Lilith (Winter): And L.S.A.T. be LSAT?
[10:49 PM] Breakaway25: of course
[10:49 PM] Lilith (Winter): Because... sigh
[10:49 PM] Breakaway25: shouldn't even be L.S.A.T.
[10:49 PM] Breakaway25: no idea where he got that
[10:49 PM] Lilith (Winter): FPSRussia?
[10:49 PM] Interested Party: Okay, I think now is a good time to move on actually...
[10:50 PM] Lilith (Winter): Combat Arms?
[10:50 PM] CompassJimbo:
"Piece 'a shit!" Damon hisses strongly as he watches the men in suits head into the former supermarket building. "What the fuck is that ol' man doin' here, the fucker!"
"Admiral? Is something wrong, nano?" Iku asks.
"Yes, there's somethin' extremely wrong. Did you see that guy in the cowboy hat and sunglasses?"
Iku nods.
"Yeah...see, that guy - he runs one of the factions down here in the South, where Mobile is down in Alabama. I talked to that guy. What the fuck is he doin' here..."
"Is he, like, not supposed to be here or something, nano?"
"...I wanna say he's got no place here, but..." Damon's mind races. Why would he be here, in Macon City, of all places? Then, it hits him.
That day when he and Murakumo paid the toll fee to enter Mobile, the drunk guardsman with the .22 rifle.
"Boss's collectin' some funds ter pay fer sum big ol' guns! Dem big guns!"
"Was he fuckin' talkin' about the F.L.E.E.T. project!?" Damon curses under his breath. "Motherfuckin' cocksucker...no wonder he talked to Murakumo like that back then. He knew, he fuckin' knew...!"
The LSAT light machine gun, of the LSAT (Lightweight Small Arms Technologies) program, is a developmental, powerful light machine gun (LMG). The purpose of the program was to develop a lighter, yet very reliable LMG. The program was initiated in 2004, when the Joint Service Small Arms Program (JSSAP) challenged the American defence industry to develop a lighter small arms and also design lighter ammunition. The LMG provides a major reduction in weight over legacy weapons, as well as improvements in other ar...
[10:50 PM] Breakaway25: There are no periods anywhere
[10:50 PM] Lilith (Winter): "That day when he and Murakumo paid the toll fee to enter Mobile, the drunk guardsman with the .22 rifle."
Can anyone explain what happened?
[10:50 PM] Lilith (Winter): This sentence doesn't make sense.
[10:50 PM] Breakaway25: they made a .22 do impossible feats of ballistics
[10:50 PM] CompassJimbo: I forget. This fic moves needlessly fast
[10:51 PM] Lilith (Winter): The sentence itself doesn't make any sense.
[10:51 PM] Interested Party: If I cared about any of these characters, this could possibly have shocked me. I don't, and I'm not.
[10:51 PM] Breakaway25: Really mad I missed when you guys were railing on the Alabama parts of this
[10:51 PM] Lilith (Winter): The drunk guardsman did what with the .22 rifle?
[10:51 PM] Breakaway25: I could have really torn into it
[10:51 PM] HashiriyaR32: He didn't do anything
[10:51 PM] Lilith (Winter): So what exactly is the significance of this?
[10:52 PM] Breakaway25: Really mad I missed the bit when he was at Bama
[10:52 PM] Breakaway25: No one messes with Bama
[10:52 PM] Breakaway25: NO ONE
[10:52 PM] Lilith (Winter): Especially Bamalama.
[10:52 PM] Lilith (Winter): :c
[10:52 PM] Interested Party: Moving on...
[10:52 PM] CompassJimbo: Nobody will send that brand of monster my way and get away with it
[10:53 PM] Lilith (Winter): I hope he stays in America.
[10:53 PM] CompassJimbo:
"Wait, what's going on, Admiral? What're you ranting on about, he knew or something like that?" Amatsukaze's voice also trails through.
"Murakumo!" Damon says emphatically and a bit angrily.
"Y-Yeah! What's...what's wrong?"
"Remember Mr. Harrison? The guy we met in Mobile who ran the place?"
"Yeah, what about him?"
"He's here. We just saw him walkin' into the supermarket building just 'cross the street. Listen, he knew. He fuckin' knows about you ship girls. I'm almost positive of it."
"No way...! He recognized me back then?! But why didn't he say anything, then?!"
"Probably to keep it a secret. And remember that guard guy we talked to when we first entered Mobile? 'member how he was dronin' on 'bout how Mr. Harrison was tryin' to get some money to buy some 'big guns'?"
"Uh-huh?"
"I bet my DSR-50 and my MK-14 that Mr. Harrison's plannin' to buy the ship girls that were at the Charleston Naval Base from the Atlantans. It all makes sense now - somehow, the Atlantans found out that there were ship girls stored that the Naval Base in Charleston and got 'em outta there - or what they found there. Somehow, Mr. Harrison caught wind 'a that, and he probably negotiated somethin' with the Atlantans so that he could acquire a ship girl for himself and his own faction. And now, he's here 'cause maybe this's where they've got Kaga and Shimakaze. What the fuck else could it damn well be?"
[10:53 PM] Interested Party: Explaining the reveal we're supposed to have just experienced. ding
[10:53 PM] Lilith (Winter): Basically
[10:53 PM] Lilith (Winter): Exposition for no reason
[10:53 PM] Greek Fire: ITS HIGH NOON SOMEWHERE
[10:54 PM] Interested Party: Very nearly spelled that ding "dung". Still would've fit.
[10:54 PM] Lilith (Winter): More poop
[10:54 PM] Lilith (Winter): Yay
[10:54 PM] CompassJimbo: Fair enough
[10:54 PM] Lilith (Winter): Brb going to remove some Nazis
[10:54 PM] Interested Party: Nothing to really comment on still. Moving on.
[10:54 PM] CompassJimbo:
"W-Well, if you put it that way, we gotta stop him, like, now! We have to stop them!"
"And we fuckin' will. Here's what we'll do: Mutsu, Murakumo, get up here, first off." Damon leans over the side of the building and reaches his hand down, and Mutsu jumps up to grab his hand, but her heavy weight with her compact ship gear nearly causes Damon to fall over, but he steadies himself and exerts some effort to pull her up and does the same with Murakumo. "Damn, Mutslug, you're heavy. Okay, get your 41cm cannons out. Murakumo, use your Ice Shield to provide cover for Mutsu in between her shots. We need to act quick, we don't have much cover and they might see us at any time. Iku, Amatsukaze, both of you, on me. I'll give you two more details once we're in position."
Damon and Iku scramble off the short roof, and Amatsukaze joins them as they relocate quickly across Maynard Street behind a restaurant building.
"Okay, listen up, everyone. I'm gonna hang out along this strip of buildings here and dip in 'n out while shootin' up those soldiers. Amatsukaze, I want you to stay with me here and cover me in case they start swarmin' us. I'm not gonna ask you to go in balls deep 'n burn people, but if you wanna do that, that's fine. Iku, take my knife." Damon pulls out his knife handle and flips down the karambit blade to give to Iku, which she takes with awe, having never seen a blade shaped quite like a karambit before. "Leave your rifle here, and Cloak and move in. Kill as many of those guards as you can. The more you can take out, the better. But only kill anyone who looks like a soldier or someone who looks like they can fight back. Mutsu, guide your shots so that they take out as many people as possible. Do not, I repeat, do not damage either chopper that're landed in the parking lot. All of you, leave civvies and unarmed personnel alive. Or at least, try to."
[10:56 PM] Greek Fire: >try to leave the civies alive
[10:56 PM] Greek Fire: ...
[10:56 PM] Greek Fire: welp
[10:56 PM] Interested Party: Unless this little planning session proves to be wildly off the mark from what actually happens, all you're doing here is steadily removing any and all potential interest in the upcoming action.
[10:56 PM] Breakaway25: GARRRYY STUUUU
[10:56 PM] CompassJimbo: All to paint him as the good guy. He's a human trafficker. One of the epitomes of evil
[10:56 PM] Breakaway25: also, dip in and out
[10:56 PM] Breakaway25: Tha fuq?
[10:56 PM] HashiriyaR32: Shoot and scoot
[10:56 PM] Interested Party: It becomes repetitive, and repetitive writing is also bad writing. Very very bad writing.
[10:57 PM] Greek Fire: yep
[10:57 PM] Breakaway25: someone forward Hackyuu a copy of the Infantry Platoon in the attack
[10:57 PM] Breakaway25: PLEASE
[10:57 PM] Interested Party: I say it again Hackyu, Paul, whatever: I know you think you can write, but you really can't.
[10:57 PM] HashiriyaR32: Off-topic: What differentiates a Gary Stu from a Marty Stu?
[10:58 PM] Greek Fire: as far as i know, nothing
[10:58 PM] Interested Party: An M and a T.
[10:58 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: Female is maru
[10:58 PM] CompassJimbo: Mary
[10:58 PM] Lilith (Winter): Nothing.
[10:58 PM] Lilith (Winter): They're one and the same.
[10:58 PM] CompassJimbo: Pressing forward.
[10:59 PM] CompassJimbo:
"Roger," the ship girls acknowledge, and Damon waits for Mutsu's ship guns to deploy fully. However, Damon immediately notices that some of the soldiers have noticed Mutsu's ship guns morphing into position, and they begin to shift positions.
"Our position's compromised!" Damon shouts out. "Iku, move in! Open fire, Amatsukaze! Delay 'em 'til Mutsu can get her guns up!"
Damon and Amatsukaze peek out simultaneously from two different positions behind the small strip of shop buildings on the north side of Coleman Lane and open fire, dropping a couple soldiers right away with their opening shots. Iku disappears in a haze of hexagonal chips and slinks away.
"Five seconds, Admiral! Five seconds!" Mutsu shouts out, Murakumo maintaining her Waterfall Shield that flickers as a few bullets ping off the ice-blue hexagons.
"I hear ya! Amy, I'm switchin' positions!" Damon calls as he ducks away from the side of the restaurant building as enemy bullets hack away at his cover. Amatsukaze sustains her AK-47 fire until she burns through two thirds of her magazine before ducking away.
"I can use Rensouhou-kun, right, Admiral?" Amatsukaze calls over the incoming blasts of gunfire.
"Yeah, I don't care!"
"Fuckin' sweet!" Amatsukaze, carrying Rensouhou-kun in his hull underneath her right arm, angles herself in Damon's old spot and waits for Rensouhou-kun to load another volley of 12.7cm cannon shots.
[10:59 PM] Lilith (Winter): How did they spot them?
[10:59 PM] CompassJimbo: I don't think they have aircraft, so...
[10:59 PM] Interested Party: My god. This action scene is about 75% dialogue instead!
[10:59 PM] Lilith (Winter): And the riggings deploy instantly.
[10:59 PM] HashiriyaR32: Mutsu has to stand to deploy her guns, and with her rigging deployed, well.....
[11:00 PM] Interested Party: Wait, no, my eyes deceived me. Merely 65%.
[11:00 PM] Lilith (Winter): Thing is, riggings deploy instantly.
[11:00 PM] HashiriyaR32: But like HE knew that
[11:00 PM] Lilith (Winter): True.
[11:01 PM] CompassJimbo:
Murakumo deactivates her Waterfall Shield, and Mutsu's 41cm guns, aimed straight at the parking lot, recoil backwards as the cannon rounds completely decimate entire squads of soldiers, who disappear behind explosive clouds of gunpowder and murky smoke. Murakumo hastily reestablishes her Shield as Mutsu's guns begin reloading.
"Twenty-four seconds until next volley!" Mutsu calls.
Rensouhou-kun unleashes another volley of 12.7cm shots, and two explosions take out incoming soldiers who are threatening to overwhelm their position. "Admiral, I'm moving in!" Amatsukaze calls, sparking her Ignition Glove.
"You sure you can handle fightin' those guys with yer friend there taggin' along?" Damon calls.
"I was built to fight with Rensouhou-kun under my arm!"
"The fuck were they thinkin' when they built you...it's like you're not even a warship anymore..."
Meanwhile, the Cloaked Iku slits the throat of her seventh soldier, careful not to get blood on herself, before moving onto her eighth. By this time, nearby soldiers catch wind of the fact that there is something invisible attacking them and become distracted by her presence. Amatsukaze jumps out into the fray, her Ignition Glove ablaze and ready to burn, and slams her fist down into the ground, creating a ring of fire that traps all the soldiers from her to the helicopters.
[11:01 PM] Interested Party: 41cm guns... Only killing one squad. Right.
[11:02 PM] Lilith (Winter): Okay, at least he's getting the guns right, but even then, 410 mm guns? They should've torn whatever she was aiming at completely.
[11:02 PM] Lilith (Winter): Hell
[11:02 PM] Lilith (Winter): Even 127 mm guns can form craters 5 metres deep.
[11:02 PM] Interested Party: Does he realize how big 41cm is?
[11:02 PM] Lilith (Winter): 410s? You're looking at an entire building collapsing.
[11:02 PM] CompassJimbo: Shrunk... down...?
[11:02 PM] Lilith (Winter): Nope.
[11:02 PM] CompassJimbo: This makes less and less sense
[11:02 PM] De3ta: ""You sure you can handle fightin' those guys with yer friend there taggin' along?" Damon calls.
"I was built to fight with Rensouhou-kun under my arm!"
"The fuck were they thinkin' when they built you...it's like you're not even a warship anymore..."
Meanwhile, the Cloaked Iku slits the throat of her seventh soldier, careful not to get blood on herself, before moving onto her eighth"
[11:02 PM] Lilith (Winter): In canon they use spoopy magic to function exactly like their real-life counterparts.(edited)
[11:02 PM] De3ta: This entire bit
[11:02 PM] De3ta: just
[11:03 PM] De3ta: this entire bit
[11:03 PM] CompassJimbo: I'm aware of that Winter. But part of me is trying to rationalize this
[11:03 PM] Lilith (Winter): You can't.
[11:03 PM] CompassJimbo: Somehow
[11:03 PM] Lilith (Winter): He's being stupid.
[11:03 PM] Lilith (Winter): 410 mm = roughly 16 inches
[11:04 PM] Lilith (Winter): Unless you're telling me he never bothered to think how much firepower he has at his disposal.
[11:04 PM] Interested Party: And if you actually do try to use the "it's smaller" excuse, then they aren't bloody 41cm guns now are they?
[11:04 PM] Lilith (Winter): Which is entirely OOC considering most of this story is Gun Porn.
[11:04 PM] Lilith (Winter): Again, all of this seems to make shipgirls the universe's chew toy.
[11:05 PM] Interested Party: Action continues to be sleep inducing. Make me feel like it's frantic combat dangit, not a weather report!
[11:05 PM] Interested Party: Next!
[11:05 PM] CompassJimbo:
"Get these guys, Admiral!" Amatsukaze yells as she slinks along the fire and runs and guns with her AK-47, the haze of the blazes skewing up her image and making it difficult for the soldiers outside the ring of fire to get an accurate shot on her. Rensouhou-kun fires another volley, blasting more soldiers out of Amatsukaze's way as she fires her last bullet, drops the assault rifle, and charges in towards another group of soldiers. She punches the first soldier she can reach, who manages to put a bullet into her stomach, but only one bullet as the flames from the punch also swallow up the three other soldiers behind him and torch them all alive. Mutsu's 41cm cannons give off another devastating blow, and more bodies and limbs fly amidst gunfire and screaming. Damon finishes off the last of the soldiers trapped within Amatsukaze's ring of fire and tosses aside the empty DMR magazine to pop in another.
"Movin' up! Amatsukaze, Iku, clear out everyone else and secure the front of the supermarket! Murakumo, follow us and bring up the rear! Mutsu, sorry to do this to ya, but you gotta hold down this area by yourself for now!"
"Don't worry about me, I'm a battleship! They can't take down a battleship so easily!" Mutsu says cheerfully, readying her M4-A1 assault rifle. "I've got this place on lock!"
Damon hurries across the parking lot, running over torn limbs and dead or dying bodies, passing the Merlin and the Chinook. He meets up with Amatsukaze, who has already reached the front of the supermarket at the same doors where Damon saw Mr. Harrison enter with the other suited men, and Murakumo and Iku join them soon after. Iku is still invisible.
[11:07 PM] Lilith (Winter): And another thing: Where exactly are they getting the ammunition for all of this?
[11:07 PM] Greek Fire: magic
[11:07 PM] kct: Can't he use CARBINE
[11:07 PM] Lilith (Winter): Didn't Damon say that ammunition for his fun cannon is excrutiatingly hard to find?
[11:08 PM] Lilith (Winter): So why are these chucklenuts toting automatic rifles like some Hollywood movie?
[11:08 PM] Greek Fire: what's his fun cannon again
[11:08 PM] Lilith (Winter): The .50 AMR.
[11:08 PM] Greek Fire: ah
[11:08 PM] kct: Spessial snorfloke
[11:08 PM] Breakaway25: wonder where he finds that
[11:08 PM] CompassJimbo: Places
[11:08 PM] Lilith (Winter): He stole it.
[11:08 PM] Lilith (Winter): :/
[11:08 PM] Breakaway25: .50 BMG ain't exactly lying around
[11:09 PM] CompassJimbo: Let's press on. Again, we aren't far off from the end of the chapter.
[11:09 PM] HashiriyaR32: DSR-50 and LSAT were found in a stash in Montgomery
[11:09 PM] Breakaway25: damn stuff costs a $1.50 a round
[11:09 PM] HashiriyaR32: IIRC
[11:09 PM] Lilith (Winter): But why
[11:09 PM] Breakaway25: THERE IS NOTHING OF NOTE IN MONTGOMERY
[11:09 PM] Lilith (Winter): Why are you using these instead of going with a Glock and STEALTH.
[11:09 PM] Greek Fire: what is this
[11:09 PM] Breakaway25: now if he had said Anniston
[11:09 PM] Breakaway25: I might say sure
[11:09 PM] Greek Fire: Metro on the easiest difficulty?
[11:09 PM] Breakaway25: BUT NOT MONTGOMERY
[11:09 PM] Lilith (Winter): No. This is Left 4 Dead.
[11:09 PM] Lilith (Winter):
[11:09 PM] Lilith (Winter): Where you can randomly find M60s and grenade launchers lying around in a post-apocalyptic environment!
[11:10 PM] Greek Fire: this should be like Metro on Ranger mode
[11:10 PM] CompassJimbo:
"Amy, blast these doors open. Murakumo, you're takin' point in case there're more guys in there. Iku, once the doors are open and Murakumo deflects whatever bullets they shoot at us, get inside and kill anyone who's armed. You all know what Mr. Harrison looks like; do not kill him or any prisoners inside, 'cause I know for a fact there's at least one. On my mark."
They clear the doors a little bit for Rensouhou-kun to have a clear shot.
"Mark!"
The 12.7cm rounds crash down the doors, and Murakumo, popping her Waterfall Shield immediately, grinds her teeth as a wave of bullets punch into her shield, which flickers dangerously, as it is not meant to handle such an enormous amount of lead at once. Iku slips through, just as Damon ordered, and Damon, popping his last flashbang, tosses it through the destroyed doors.
"Flash out!"
Murakumo covers her eyes in time before the flashbang grenade goes off. Damon moves in, steps outside of Murakumo's Waterfall Shield, and shoots three soldiers who were fast enough to look away from the grenade, all headshots, and quickly pulls out his Glock 37 with his right hand and single-hands it to kill another two who are regaining their senses.
"Admiral, to your left!" Murakumo screams, and four soldiers to Damon's left open fire, having moved in from further inside the supermarket. Damon kicks off the ground quickly as soon as Murakumo shouts out the alert into the safety of her Waterfall Shield, and the bullets ping off harmlessly to the soldiers' amazement. Iku soon slides on over and creates a ruckus, stabbing one of them right through underneath his jaw with Damon's karambit.
[11:10 PM] Greek Fire: where ammo is scarse as fuck
[11:10 PM] Lilith (Winter): >crash down the doors
[11:10 PM] Lilith (Winter): Er
[11:10 PM] Lilith (Winter): Shouldn't they blow the door and whatever it was attached to into pieces?
[11:10 PM] Breakaway25: Let's just go to Fort Rucker and steals some helos while we're at it HMMM
[11:10 PM] Greek Fire: yes
[11:10 PM] Lilith (Winter): I'm assuming you're using HC here. Otherwise the shells would've gone straight through.
[11:10 PM] Greek Fire: AND THEN MAGICALLY HAVE THE ABILITIES FLY SAID HELO
[11:10 PM] Greek Fire: WITH OUT TRAINING
[11:11 PM] Lilith (Winter): By the way, why are shipgirls susceptable to flashbangs?
[11:11 PM] Greek Fire:
[11:11 PM] HashiriyaR32: Wait shit........
[11:11 PM] Breakaway25: or go to Anniston and steal a tank
[11:11 PM] Lilith (Winter): Shouldn't shipgirls -- especially android!shipgirls -- have countermeasures against that?
[11:11 PM] Greek Fire: they should
[11:11 PM] Lilith (Winter): We are designing military hardware here.
[11:12 PM] Lilith (Winter): You don't put in stupid vulnerabilities (sp?) like that.
[11:12 PM] HashiriyaR32: @Breakaway25 My mistake. The bandits that rolled up on Ken Simpson's place back in Houston had the DSR-50 and LSAT among their looted cargo.(edited)
[11:12 PM] CompassJimbo: The FLEET Project designers are lazy bastards
[11:12 PM] HashiriyaR32: This was waaaaay back in chapter 2
[11:12 PM] Lilith (Winter): I should be head of the FLEET project.
[11:12 PM] Lilith (Winter): It would be much more smartly run than this.
[11:12 PM] CompassJimbo: All in the name of National Security
[11:12 PM] Lilith (Winter): But it'd end up with all the girls wearing tiny miniskirts
[11:12 PM] Lilith (Winter): And being tall and busty.
[11:12 PM] Greek Fire: pfffft
[11:12 PM] CompassJimbo:
"Admiral, my shield's gonna give out at any second!" Murakumo reports hurriedly and worriedly, and Damon can clearly see that the cold blue hexagons that make up the Waterfall Shield are beginning to physically crumble apart from the top down. "You can't rely on it to protect you anymore!"
"Then I'll work without it!" Damon barges out of the protective shield and dives behind a cash register as more soldiers come out from the empty and rusted metal shelves and open fire. Murakumo, deactivating her shield, catches a few bullets before spraying her AK back at them as she reaches sufficient cover.
"FIRE IN THE HOLE!" Before either Damon or Murakumo can react, Amatsukaze has her robotic sidekick pump in another volley of 12.7cm shots, and a whole section of metal shelves is instantly blasted away, along with any soldier unfortunate enough to be there.
"Normally I'd yell at'cha for not tellin' us that you'd be firing a damn cannon shot, but it works out!" Damon yells. He holsters his MK-14 and hops over the cash register, stoops to pick up a dropped AN-94, sets the fire mode on burst, and immediately lights up a soldier whose entire right side of his body is torn off and charred but still attempts to shoot Damon with his sidearm M-9. He hears more soldiers yelling orders at each other and approaching him. One soldier screams something that catches Damon's attention:
"Yo, don't let 'em reach the back, that's where the VIP's are! Hold 'em off, hold 'em off! ! !"
"In the back, huh? Girls, converge towards the back of the supermarket, that's where they're keepin' the people I wanna have a nice ol' sit-down talk with!" Damon orders. "I'll meet y'all there!"
[11:15 PM] Breakaway25: standard sidearm aboard ships
NEW MESSAGES
[11:15 PM] kct: I thought that is M11?
[11:16 PM] CompassJimbo: Let's keep going
[11:16 PM] Breakaway25: maybe
[11:16 PM] CompassJimbo:
Murakumo, Amatsukaze, Damon, and Iku push towards the back of the supermarket in four different directions. Iku climbs on top of the flat metal shelves and quickly runs along the top to jump down on unsuspecting soldiers trying to move to get into flanking positions on the others. Amatsukaze reloads the last magazine into her AK-47 and resumes firing, and Damon ejects a jammed cartridge and continues firing as well, with Murakumo kicking over an entire metal shelf right onto a few soldiers and simply spraying her AK-47 straight through it. Damon nearly runs into a soldier in the middle of his aisle, and the soldier, taken back by Damon's sudden appearance, tries to raise his UMP-45, but Damon ducks and rams his right shoulder into his body, tackling down to the ground, pinning his gun arm down to the floor and swiftly puts a .45 bullet to his nose and another to his forehead. But as he gets up from the dead body, another soldier rounds the corner with his own UMP-45 already up and is about to shoot Damon, but Damon watches a solid disc of blood splurt out from the man's throat before he gets mysteriously thrown backwards from Iku's jumping roundhouse kick to the head.
[11:17 PM] Breakaway25: still want to drop Cpt Chandler into this
[11:17 PM] Breakaway25: let the Nathan James sort them out
[11:17 PM] Interested Party: I still have nothing to say here. It moves too fast in the chat, and the fic is so dull.
[11:18 PM] HashiriyaR32: The chat is on FIRE
[11:18 PM] Lilith (Winter): Can't we have any post-apocalyptic story that doesn't have the government be evil?
[11:18 PM] Lilith (Winter): Other than The Last Ship?
[11:18 PM] Breakaway25: yeah we need to go back to gdoc
[11:18 PM] CompassJimbo: After we wrap up this chapter
[11:18 PM] Breakaway25: Heh you haven't seen the latest episode @Lilith (Winter)
[11:18 PM] CompassJimbo: We'll return to GDocs for future segments
[11:18 PM] Breakaway25: can we say concentration camps?(edited)
[11:18 PM] Lilith (Winter): I really don't like the stupid "GOVERNMENT EVILLLL" meme.
[11:18 PM] Greek Fire: same
[11:19 PM] Lilith (Winter): It's just reeks of bad writing.
[11:19 PM] CompassJimbo:
"Are you okay, Admiral?!" Iku says worriedly.
"Yeah, thanks for the save. We should be almost there."
Murakumo and Amatsukaze, having pushed forward ahead of the others, clear out the back aisle of soldiers. Amatsukaze had to pick up one of the dead soldiers' Micro TAVOR-21 and finish the job with it as the last remaining soldier slumps against the wall, dropping a live grenade that explodes and shreds apart the bodies of the other soldiers near it. The four of them reach the back of the supermarket together, at a set of double doors that lead to the butcher's shop.
"I guess they're in here," Damon says, dropping the mag in his Glock 37 and slapping another in. "Amatsukaze, take point."
"Ughh...I'm not familiar with this kind of a gun..." Amatsukaze complains, awkwardly holding the MTAR-21 as she lunges forward and kicks open the doors and sweeps. "Clear! No armed personnel."
The others follow in. Only one person is inside the butcher's shop, and he is the man Damon saw get dragged in by the soldiers before their assault.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," the man, who looks to be around in his late twenties, says in surprise as three girls and one guy, all armed, point their guns at him. He is sitting in the middle of the floor, still with his hands tied behind his back. He also sports a few bruises on his cheeks and his sleeveless arms. "I dunno who y'all are, but since I've been hearin' a whole buncha guns outside, I take it you ain't friendly with 'em dudes, right?"
"Whoever we are to you, we certainly ain't got a reason to kill you now," Damon says coolly. "But more importantly, have you seen an old man in a cowboy hat and shades?"
[11:20 PM] CompassJimbo: I like how the TAR-21 looks, yes
[11:20 PM] kct: Also
[11:20 PM] kct: Let us flame @Lilith (Winter) because Canada get to have civilian Tavors.
[11:20 PM] kct:
[11:20 PM] Lilith (Winter): Really?
[11:20 PM] Lilith (Winter): we can?
[11:20 PM] Lilith (Winter): Holy shit I did not know that.
[11:20 PM] kct: You guys had it... way before the States
[11:21 PM] CompassJimbo: We have this next segment and another to go. We're almost done
[11:21 PM] Lilith (Winter): Too bad we can't use them :c
[11:21 PM] Breakaway25: you can buy guns in Canada?
[11:21 PM] Lilith (Winter): Ikr
[11:21 PM] Lilith (Winter): I'm surprised.
[11:21 PM] kct: Meme aside you can
[11:21 PM] kct: They have
[11:21 PM] Lilith (Winter): We have gun stores?
[11:21 PM] kct: Semi-auto SG 550s(edited)
[11:21 PM] CompassJimbo:
The man's eyes grow wide. "Yo dude, if you're lookin' for them, they went out the back way behind me. I overheard 'em sayin' they were gonna sneak around the back to reach the helis!"
Just as Damon is about to swear out loud, Mutsu's frantic voice calls in. "Admiral, Admiral! I have eyes on a couple people and some guards escorting some men in suits into one of the helicopters! It's starting to take off, and there's more enemy reinforcements coming from the southwest! What should I do, should I shoot down the helicopter?!"
"FUCKING HELL!" Damon practically screams in frustration. "Mutsu, do NOT shoot the people near those suited men or the suited men themselves! Concentrate fire on the reinforcements, I'm headin' out there right now!" He turns to his destroyers. "Amatsukaze, cut this guy's shit loose! Iku, Murakumo, on me! We can't let those fucks get away!"
They rush as fast as they can back to the front of the supermarket.
"They're taking off already! You won't be able to reach them, Admiral!" Mutsu cries out, followed by a gigantic boom of a 41cm cannon and the short bursts of her 14cm turrets.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Damon curses, and they rush out of the broken double door entrance just in time to see the CH-47 Chinook lift off the ground and gain ascending speed. The HC-3 Merlin, however, is still grounded and shows no signs of powering up its engines or rotors.
"W-What do we do, Admiral?!" Murakumo cries out, watching the helicopter get away from them without knowing what to do. "Should we shoot?!"
[11:22 PM] Lilith (Winter): And using allcaps in prose...
[11:22 PM] Lilith (Winter): sigh
[11:22 PM] Lilith (Winter): Someone point him to a writing class. Please.
[11:22 PM] CompassJimbo: Last bit, coming right up.
[11:22 PM] CompassJimbo:
"No! Can't risk hitting anyone inside! How the fucking bitch did they get the helicopter up and runnin' without any one of us knowing!? I thought we cleared out this parking lot already! What the fuck! ! !"
Damon peers into the open ramp leading into the passenger and cargo hold.
There, standing on the edge of the ramp, holding onto a metal bar that pulls up the ramp, is Baxter Harrison without his shades. Damon sees him give a look of surprise, but the person standing next to him at the ramp entrance makes his jaw drop.
"Who is that? Who the fuck is that next to the ol' man!?" Damon demands of his two ship girls.
"That's - that's - !" Iku stumbles. "That's Kaga! She's the aircraft carrier!"
Damon looks back up at the Chinook that is now starting to fly away from the parking lot. Filled with anger and frustration at his terrible failure and this sudden twist of events, he bellows as loudly as he can to make sure he can be heard,
[11:26 PM] Lilith (Winter): His goal was to restore the world to the pre-war status quo... well, it's not that bad, honestly.
[11:26 PM] Lilith (Winter): I don't really see how he's going to do it if he's shooting up everything though.
[11:26 PM] HashiriyaR32: He has no political clout
[11:26 PM] Lilith (Winter): I mean, if he's doing that, I'd be expecting him to be playing the politics game.
[11:26 PM] HashiriyaR32: Which he can't
[11:26 PM] Lilith (Winter): Allying himself with different factions and eliminating the rot in them.
[11:26 PM] Lilith (Winter): Then forming alliances.
[11:26 PM] Lilith (Winter): Channeling George Washington and the Founding Fathers.
[11:26 PM] Breakaway25: he isn't smart enough for that
[11:27 PM] Breakaway25: his entire life is point gun at thing(edited)
[11:27 PM] Breakaway25: pull trigger
[11:27 PM] Lilith (Winter): It's sad, honestly. You have this universe, which, to be honest, is a bit mediocre. But even then I can see a whole lot of potential that's being wasted for needless violence and gorn.
[11:27 PM] Lilith (Winter): Sure the background may be mediocre, but even the most mediocre places can be turned into something wonderful if you just work it enough.
11:27 PM] Lilith (Winter): It's sad, honestly. You have this universe, which, to be honest, is a bit mediocre. But even then I can see a whole lot of potential that's being wasted for needless violence and gorn.
[11:27 PM] Lilith (Winter): Sure the background may be mediocre, but even the most mediocre places can be turned into something wonderful if you just work it enough.
Now that i think about it, i actually wrote my own version of Hackyou's fic, containing fixes to whatever mistakes he made, i put it aside as i deemed it was too much of a copy of his fic but the gist pf the story is :
1) Shipgirls are like canon, no machines here.
2)Aside from supernatural themes, i like Alien invasions, my earth had been invaded by sufficiently advanced aliens, the 20 year occupation and subsequent 7 year uprising has devastated the planet.
2a) Psionics are real, and the aliens love us for it. (Paying homage to Warhammer 40k, psykers draw power from the warp, with all the might and risk associated from it.)
3) Our hero is of the Alpha generation, born after the alien defeat (a decade to be exact, making him a later batch) in the Philadelphia badlands, his exploits as a member of the local militia at age 17 attract the attention of the higher-ups, subsequent screening and testing has him enrolled in the super soldier program, the Praetorians. Confirmed to be a psyker.
4) Hero graduates after a grueling 8 years of training. The Abyssals make their appearance.
5) The Abyssals prove to be dangerous, earth tech has come far and can kill Abyssals, but is unable to kill them cost effectively or keep up with rate of attrition.
6) Psykers soon proved their worth against the Abyssals, with our hero making a name for himself in the battles in SEA, wielding eldritch powers, psykers can wipe out entire fleets of Abyssals and, through psychic strength enhancement, can go toe-to-toe against Abyssals if need be, but the problem is their rarity, there only 150 combat ready psykers in the world, and of these only a small number of them having enough willpower and focus to use their powers in a prolonged manner, and even fewer have access to more devastating techniques. Earth is on the backfoot.
7) The first shipgirl appears, the story begins.
I eventually ditched this idea because it was over ambitious for me.
I eventually revived some of the ideas in my new fic, which i am currently working on.
Edit : I hope you all don't mind if i brainstorm with your help here.
This chapter exemplifies one of my main complaints about this story aside from all the science and other stuff that's wrong with it: The ship girls are too weak and their design doesn't make a lick of sense, if you look at it from the viewpoint of a weapon designer. There are so many flaws it's not even funny.
I think my problem is that I'm still trying to wrap my head around this mess and try to make at least some sense of it with every new chapter you post, even though I know that I'm doomed to fail in this endeavour.
Also, please note that i didn't write the story on ff.net, it was only a "proof of concept" and i admit...i was..afraid to post it online, back then i...had some self esteem issues...but i got over it now.
P.s please tell me what you think about my idea?...i would love to have some feedback.
Now that i think about it, i actually wrote my own version of Hackyou's fic, containing fixes to whatever mistakes he made, i put it aside as i deemed it was too much of a copy of his fic but the gist pf the story is :
1) Shipgirls are like canon, no machines here.
2)Aside from supernatural themes, i like Alien invasions, my earth had been invaded by sufficiently advanced aliens, the 20 year occupation and subsequent 7 year uprising has devastated the planet.
2a) Psionics are real, and the aliens love us for it. (Paying homage to Warhammer 40k, psykers draw power from the warp, with all the might and risk associated from it.)
3) Our hero is of the Alpha generation, born after the alien defeat (a decade to be exact, making him a later batch) in the Philadelphia badlands, his exploits as a member of the local militia at age 17 attract the attention of the higher-ups, subsequent screening and testing has him enrolled in the super soldier program, the Praetorians. Confirmed to be a psyker.
4) Hero graduates after a grueling 8 years of training. The Abyssals make their appearance.
5) The Abyssals prove to be dangerous, earth tech has come far and can kill Abyssals, but is unable to kill them cost effectively or keep up with rate of attrition.
6) Psykers soon proved their worth against the Abyssals, with our hero making a name for himself in the battles in SEA, wielding eldritch powers, psykers can wipe out entire fleets of Abyssals and, through psychic strength enhancement, can go toe-to-toe against Abyssals if need be, but the problem is their rarity, there only 150 combat ready psykers in the world, and of these only a small number of them having enough willpower and focus to use their powers in a prolonged manner, and even fewer have access to more devastating techniques. Earth is on the backfoot.
7) The first shipgirl appears, the story begins.
I eventually ditched this idea because it was over ambitious for me.
I eventually revived some of the ideas in my new fic, which i am currently working on.
Edit : I hope you all don't mind if i brainstorm with your help here.
[10:04 PM] HashiriyaR32: Greek, I will give you more detailed notes later.
[10:04 PM] Interested Party: raised eyebrow
[10:04 PM] Greek Fire: ok
[10:04 PM] CompassJimbo: >Bunch of dudes get shot or blown up
[10:04 PM] Breakaway25: just read through the thread
[10:04 PM] Interested Party: I'm not sure where to start here, really.
[10:04 PM] Breakaway25: THREADCEPTION
[10:04 PM] CompassJimbo: Also, Nagato was a hooker. Because grimdark
[10:04 PM] HashiriyaR32: @CompassJimbo That is at least 70 chapters away
[10:05 PM] Greek Fire: are
[10:05 PM] Interested Party: Dialogue is... Damon, please speak like a normal bloody person.
[10:05 PM] Greek Fire: are you serious
[10:05 PM] Greek Fire: HE MADE
[10:05 PM] Greek Fire: NAGATO
[10:05 PM] Greek Fire: A HOOKER
[10:05 PM] Greek Fire: WHY
[10:05 PM] CompassJimbo: I've lost track of this since I stopped reading initially
[10:05 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: LITTLE ROCK IS GOING TO BE SO DEAD, SUZUYA IS NOT FOR TORTURE
[10:05 PM] CompassJimbo: REMEMBER ASHIGARA!!
[10:05 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: I MADE CADUCEUS FOR A REASON
[10:05 PM] HashiriyaR32: AGAIN, I will give you a summary for ch1-18, as well as explanation for what Compass just spoiled.
[10:05 PM] CompassJimbo: Wait, she's not dead yet...
[10:05 PM] HashiriyaR32: Anyway........can we continue?
[10:05 PM] CompassJimbo: Yep! Next round on the way!
[10:06 PM] Breakaway25: well he already fucked up the helicopters
[10:06 PM] Breakaway25: AH-6 is refered to as an MH-6
[10:06 PM] Greek Fire: wait
[10:06 PM] Greek Fire: does the author know we're doing this?
[10:06 PM] Breakaway25: and the other one isn't used in America
[10:06 PM] Breakaway25: he is aware
[10:06 PM] Greek Fire: good
[10:06 PM] Interested Party: Which author, Greek?
[10:06 PM] CompassJimbo:
[10:06 PM] Greek Fire: the author of Ambiance
[10:06 PM] Breakaway25: just roll with what we're doign right now
[10:07 PM] CompassJimbo: HE RUINED ARTOO
[10:07 PM] Interested Party: What is de javu supposed to mean?
[10:07 PM] HashiriyaR32: Deja yu
[10:07 PM] HashiriyaR32: *vu
[10:07 PM] HashiriyaR32: Spacing error
[10:07 PM] Breakaway25: If it were possible to get a direct hit with the first shot with one of those things
[10:07 PM] Breakaway25: I would be impressed
[10:07 PM] CompassJimbo: AND SINCE WHEN IS A JAPANESE DD FRENCH!?
[10:08 PM] Greek Fire: well, de Javu is a commonly used phrase
[10:08 PM] Interested Party: Why would it turn? The helicopter, I mean? And why do we need to know what sort of grenade launcher the guy's using?
[10:08 PM] Breakaway25: Gun porn
[10:08 PM] CompassJimbo: ADVERTISING
[10:09 PM] CompassJimbo: BUY REMINGTON
[10:09 PM] Breakaway25: and how the hell can you identify it from that range
[10:09 PM] Greek Fire: you can't
[10:09 PM] Lilith (Winter): Guys
[10:09 PM] Lilith (Winter): Gus
[10:09 PM] CompassJimbo: BUY FABRIQUE NATIONALE
[10:09 PM] Lilith (Winter): Why are we shooting grenade launchers at helos?
[10:09 PM] Greek Fire: we're not
[10:09 PM] Greek Fire: they're shooting 5 inch rounds
[10:09 PM] Breakaway25: the guy in the helo had the grenade launcher
[10:09 PM] Interested Party: >well, de Javu is a commonly used phrase
I'm like, 76% sure that it's spelled deja vu though, like Hash said, not de javu.
[10:09 PM] Lilith (Winter): Oh, right. It's been a long time since I read it.
[10:09 PM] Lilith (Winter): And it's Deja vu.
[10:09 PM] Breakaway25: it is spelled Deja vu(edited)
[10:09 PM] Greek Fire: ah
[10:10 PM] CompassJimbo: Greanade launchers out of moving vehicles? Where is that Aldnoah.Zero gif when I need it?
[10:10 PM] Greek Fire: hold on Jumbo
[10:10 PM] Breakaway25: eh that's not far feched
[10:10 PM] Lilith (Winter): Also, how could you design a shipgirl without telling them how modern weapon systems work?
[10:10 PM] CompassJimbo: Asseylum is cute when she has one of those
[10:10 PM] Interested Party: And considering that the grenade launcher was never even fired, we have even less of a reason to know the exact sort it is.
[10:10 PM] Breakaway25: original Cobra used a mk19 in its chin turret
[10:10 PM] Lilith (Winter): Like... we did build them in the 21st century. it'd be a massive oversight to not tell them what helos or planes are.
[10:11 PM] De3ta: Popping in to say, if any of the Quotes are borked I get to blame someone else this time~
[10:11 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: BEST MARS PRINCESS
[10:11 PM] De3ta:
[10:11 PM] Breakaway25: and we are so far off topic it's worth starting over
[10:11 PM] Lilith (Winter): Can we do this in a google document?
[10:11 PM] CompassJimbo: MOVING ON
[10:11 PM] Lilith (Winter): Please?
[10:11 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: No
[10:11 PM] Lilith (Winter): Okay. ;^;
[10:11 PM] CompassJimbo: Next part!
[10:11 PM] Interested Party: It's honestly a lot harder for me to read through the sections to properly pick out errors with this format, the page keeps sliding up as everyone frantically throws things out. But yeah, moving on...
[10:11 PM] CompassJimbo:
[10:12 PM] CompassJimbo: Google Maps porn. DING!
[10:13 PM] Breakaway25: but if they had those, then the protag might actual be in danger(edited)
[10:13 PM] CompassJimbo:
[10:13 PM] Breakaway25: and then the protag dies due to blunt force trama
[10:13 PM] Greek Fire: ...
[10:13 PM] Greek Fire: please
[10:13 PM] Greek Fire: someone make that happen
[10:14 PM] CompassJimbo: Yeah... unfortunately that doesn't happen, Greek
[10:14 PM] Breakaway25: also
[10:14 PM] Breakaway25: (edited)
[10:14 PM] Breakaway25: Tha FUCK?
[10:14 PM] Interested Party:
How is this coherent dialogue? Going back a chunk. I don't understand what he's saying.
[10:14 PM] CompassJimbo: He gets shot, blown up, but not beaten or car accident'd to death
[10:14 PM] Greek Fire: does he think that driving a car is jus putting your foot on the peddal?
[10:14 PM] Interested Party: And the action is, as usual, dull as hell.
[10:15 PM] CompassJimbo: Wait... this is Tommy Wiseau-grade dialogue
[10:15 PM] HashiriyaR32: ?
[10:15 PM] HashiriyaR32: huh?
[10:15 PM] CompassJimbo: The Room. Watch it
[10:15 PM] Interested Party: Worst film ever made.
[10:15 PM] Greek Fire: OH GOD THAT
[10:15 PM] CompassJimbo: It's one of the quintessential "So Bad, It's Good" movies(edited)
[10:15 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: > The Room
[10:15 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: OH HAI SWAN
[10:16 PM] Breakaway25: MOVING ON
[10:16 PM] Interested Party: And yeah, it's that level of fucking incomprehensibility right now, without that small amount of charm The Room somehow has.
[10:16 PM] CompassJimbo:
[10:16 PM] CompassJimbo: THE MEMES, JACK
[10:16 PM] Greek Fire: ...
[10:16 PM] Greek Fire: seriously
[10:16 PM] HashiriyaR32: .....you dingbat, they're not friggin' skeets!
[10:16 PM] Breakaway25: the hell is a STANAG bullet
[10:16 PM] HashiriyaR32: That you just shoot after a "PULL!"
[10:17 PM] Interested Party: Once again, why do any of you need small arms? Beyond "bullshit", of course.
[10:17 PM] Breakaway25: they're STANAG mags, the bullets aren't called that
[10:17 PM] Lilith (Winter): Yeah
[10:17 PM] HashiriyaR32: And he keeps calling mags of .308 Winchester or just .308 Winchester rounds in general DMR mags/rounds
[10:17 PM] Lilith (Winter): Lol
[10:17 PM] CompassJimbo: I don't really gun porn. Nor do I regular smut, so...
[10:17 PM] Interested Party: Gun porn, dull, moving on... Fracking snail meme, you could at least not be a jerk about it...
[10:17 PM] CompassJimbo: Well, written
[10:17 PM] Breakaway25: and why do we need to know the exact make and model of EVERY SINGLE GUN
[10:18 PM] Lilith (Winter): Because
[10:18 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: MOVING ON
[10:18 PM] Breakaway25: and protag being an asshole
[10:18 PM] Lilith (Winter): We gotta fap/shlick furiously to firearm companies
[10:18 PM] Greek Fire:
[10:18 PM] CompassJimbo: @Breakaway25 I suspect gun companies are paying him to advertise somehow
[10:18 PM] Lilith (Winter): And protag being an arse is because humans are apparently mean
[10:18 PM] Lilith (Winter): And the idea of being nice died with the nukes
[10:18 PM] Breakaway25: I mean I like gun porn when it's done right
[10:18 PM] CompassJimbo: BUY HECKLER AND KOCH
[10:18 PM] Breakaway25: this asshole might as well tell us the weapon's serial numbers
[10:18 PM] HashiriyaR32: This reminds me of my own car porn in my short story that's featured in De3ta's general LR thread, but in a VERY bad way.(edited)
[10:18 PM] Lilith (Winter): FN2187
[10:18 PM] Lilith (Winter):
[10:19 PM] CompassJimbo: HA!
[10:19 PM] Greek Fire: PFFFFFT
[10:19 PM] Interested Party: Honestly, my entire impression of this "high-octane action" is basically just "zzz..." except when I try to decipher what the hell it is he thinks he's saying.
[10:19 PM] Lilith (Winter): Well yeah
[10:19 PM] Lilith (Winter): If you want good gun porn and good action scenes, see Peptuck's Tiberium Wars.
[10:19 PM] Lilith (Winter): He's what drives me to write well.
[10:19 PM] CompassJimbo:
[10:19 PM] Lilith (Winter): L.S.A.T?
[10:19 PM] Lilith (Winter): What's that?
[10:19 PM] CompassJimbo:
[10:20 PM] Breakaway25: You know you can just call it an M16
[10:20 PM] Greek Fire: an LMG Winter
[10:20 PM] Interested Party: FFS, the Mutslug thing's already old.
[10:20 PM] Lilith (Winter): And why couldn't you call it a LMG instead of that?
[10:20 PM] Interested Party: snores
[10:20 PM] Lilith (Winter): I don't want to look it up every single time I read the story, thanks.
[10:20 PM] Greek Fire: because shitty gunporn
[10:20 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: BECAUSE FUCKYUU
[10:20 PM] Breakaway25: YOU CAN'T TAKE OUT A HELO WITH A .50 CALIBER BULLET
[10:23 PM] Breakaway25: The Germans were playing with them for years
[10:24 PM] Breakaway25: and we had units using them in the Pacific
[10:24 PM] Lilith (Winter): Additionally, I don't understand why Mutsu seems to think that future = better.
[10:24 PM] CompassJimbo:
[10:24 PM] Greek Fire: wait, seriously?
[10:24 PM] Greek Fire: we actually did?
[10:24 PM] Lilith (Winter): Yes seriously.
[10:24 PM] Greek Fire: huh
[10:24 PM] Lilith (Winter): What, did you think we suddenly dream them up in the '50s?
[10:24 PM] Interested Party: And Paul? Hackyou? Whichever you prefer? I should tell you: you can't write. I know you think you can, but writing holds my attention more than this. This is wallpapering. Not writing.(edited)
[10:24 PM] Greek Fire: shrugs
[10:24 PM] Lilith (Winter): Also, swearing for edginess.
[10:24 PM] Lilith (Winter):
[10:24 PM] Breakaway25: no wait
[10:24 PM] Breakaway25: he's running she blew up so she knows nothing meme
[10:24 PM] Lilith (Winter): ...
[10:25 PM] Lilith (Winter): But you're an android...
[10:25 PM] Lilith (Winter): Past life experience != current experience...
[10:25 PM] Lilith (Winter): I don't get it. Are we running with actual ship spirits or androids?
[10:25 PM] Breakaway25: and once more the AW101 IS NOT USED IN THE STATES(edited)
[10:25 PM] Lilith (Winter): It doesn't even sound American!
[10:25 PM] Greek Fire: i thought they were just AIs in android bodies
[10:25 PM] CompassJimbo: There's bullshit involved somewhere. Probably more stuff looted from what's left of Gensokyo
[10:25 PM] Interested Party:
And then Damon was a gorilla.
[10:26 PM] HashiriyaR32: Guerilla Gorilla
[10:26 PM] CompassJimbo: TOP OF MY CLASS IN THE NAVY SEALS(edited)
M14 Rogue Chassis System With Charging Handle-The M14 Rogue is a turnkey solution for any mill-spec M14/M1A rifle. This system will transform your romantic, Vietnam era service rifle into a modern day, multi-purpose Close-Quarter Battle rifle (CQB).
[10:29 PM] Lilith (Winter): ...
[10:29 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: ITS M14
[10:29 PM] Lilith (Winter): Oh, so a MEMEWEAPON
[10:30 PM] CompassJimbo: >Rifle
>Romantic
[10:30 PM] Lilith (Winter): Oh. Oh. Oh. He lifted most of this gun porn from FPSRussia.
[10:30 PM] Breakaway25: also why does the sniper only make noise now?
[10:30 PM] CompassJimbo: LOLwut?
[10:30 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: .....
[10:30 PM] Lilith (Winter): Hey, I think wood furniture is sexy.
[10:30 PM] Lilith (Winter):
[10:30 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: Oh no
[10:30 PM] Breakaway25: oh gog FPSRussia
[10:30 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: Not FPSrussia!
[10:30 PM] Interested Party: Also, apparently Damon is making tactical derp eyes.
[10:30 PM] CompassJimbo: Dammit
[10:30 PM] Lilith (Winter): But yes. He lifted it from FPSRussia. Because I remember him showing off that thing.
[10:30 PM] Interested Party: Dunno if anyone else noticed.
[10:31 PM] Breakaway25: yeah we may have to go back to gdoc
[10:31 PM] Lilith (Winter): I thought it was pretty cool but it was needlessly complicated to my twelve year-old self.
[10:31 PM] Breakaway25: way to much tangential crap
[10:31 PM] CompassJimbo:
[10:31 PM] Lilith (Winter): >expended gunpouder
[10:31 PM] HashiriyaR32: @Lilith (Winter) Anyway, Damon's mother was a lead character in that 2hu fic. Various 2hu characters are part of this universe's ST6.
[10:31 PM] Lilith (Winter): >expended gunpowder
[10:31 PM] Lilith (Winter): er
[10:31 PM] Lilith (Winter): what
[10:31 PM] Lilith (Winter): You mean smoke?
[10:31 PM] Breakaway25: .50 cal is loud
[10:31 PM] De3ta: "The spent bullet casing is flung into the air, but Damon catches it and pockets it quickly before closing the bolt to load the last bullet in the magazine."
[10:31 PM] Greek Fire: ...
[10:31 PM] Breakaway25: ain't that loud
[10:31 PM] De3ta: GOOD JOB BURNING YOUR HAND ASSHOLE
[10:32 PM] Greek Fire: I'm sorry what
[10:32 PM] Lilith (Winter): M16-A1
No, no, the correct designation is M16A1.
[10:32 PM] Lilith (Winter): What the fuck are you on writer
[10:32 PM] Breakaway25: perforated holes(edited)
[10:32 PM] Interested Party: You're warships. Why would the sound that any gun a human could carry be enough to startle you?!?
[10:32 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: That insanely impossible!
[10:32 PM] Greek Fire: even .22 casings can burn you hand
[10:32 PM] Lilith (Winter): Because they're frail girls
[10:32 PM] Lilith (Winter):
[10:32 PM] CompassJimbo: How did he catch a shell flying out that fast?
[10:32 PM] Lilith (Winter): He's literally a cyborg mutant thing
[10:32 PM] Lilith (Winter): More on that later on.
[10:32 PM] Greek Fire: wait seriously
[10:38 PM] Lilith (Winter): But in the context of a person reading it, it's going to be random.
[10:39 PM] Breakaway25: so he can do reasearch on google maps
[10:39 PM] Lilith (Winter): I'm reading this story because I want to be entertained, not looking the damn things up on google maps.
[10:39 PM] CompassJimbo: I'll call this stuff "Map Porn"
[10:39 PM] Breakaway25: but he can't realize that he fucked up the helos?
[10:39 PM] Lilith (Winter): He watched movies.
[10:39 PM] Greek Fire: nope
[10:39 PM] Breakaway25: AND THE BASIC BALLISTICS
[10:39 PM] Lilith (Winter): Apparently that suffices as research.
[10:39 PM] Lilith (Winter): Again, movies.
[10:39 PM] HashiriyaR32: lololollolol
[10:39 PM] Lilith (Winter): He's using CoD and FPS games as research.
[10:39 PM] Lilith (Winter): Because they totally count, right?
[10:39 PM] Greek Fire: nope
[10:39 PM] HashiriyaR32: And DayZ, apparently
[10:39 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: No
[10:39 PM] De3ta: Even CoD is better than this
[10:39 PM] HashiriyaR32: He plays that quite a bit
[10:39 PM] De3ta: it has entertaining action
[10:40 PM] De3ta: and
[10:40 PM] Breakaway25: I forget this is the same person who saved the day by flying A-10s off a carrier
[10:40 PM] De3ta: ocasionally tension
[10:40 PM] HashiriyaR32: Which is why the Ural is in.
[10:40 PM] Lilith (Winter): *Granted, I did learn a lot about how ballistics work from WoT, but WoT actually models these things, albeit simply.
[10:40 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: Dont forget De3ta
[10:46 PM] Lilith (Winter): Just say "incoming helos" and spare me the technobabble please.
[10:46 PM] Interested Party: My eyes are glazing over trying to look at this chunk right now. One sec...
[10:46 PM] Lilith (Winter): Just say it's a Chinook and another helicopter.
[10:46 PM] Lilith (Winter): And apparently Damon is a helicopterfucker.
[10:46 PM] Lilith (Winter):
[10:47 PM] CompassJimbo: Since he refuses to fuck boats...
[10:47 PM] Breakaway25: we don't care about the damn designators
[10:47 PM] Greek Fire: HE SEXUALLY IDENTIFIES AS AN APACHE ATTACK HELICOPTER
[10:47 PM] HashiriyaR32: U@($&)@(&$()&%!
[10:47 PM] Breakaway25: 90% of people know chinook, not CH-47
[10:48 PM] Lilith (Winter): I sexually identify myself as a Tier 10 American Heavy Cruiser.
[10:48 PM] Lilith (Winter):
[10:48 PM] CompassJimbo: We broke Hash. Shit
[10:48 PM] Greek Fire: welp
[10:48 PM] HashiriyaR32: No, I just spam random symbols when I can't find it in myself to swear.
[10:48 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: [Panic]
[10:48 PM] HashiriyaR32: And it's convinient too
[10:48 PM] HashiriyaR32: Symbol Swearing
[10:48 PM] Lilith (Winter): I'm actually postponing some anti-kraut assault for this. I kind of regret it now.
[10:48 PM] Breakaway25: I'm gonna go write something a lot better than this, have fun with this
[10:48 PM] Interested Party:
Narration expresses Damon's confusion poorly here, the description of the double-take - not almost a double-take, at the point where you have to jerk your line of sight back it's just a double-take - is also very clunky.(edited)
[10:49 PM] Interested Party: Jimbo! Please, slow down a little!
[10:49 PM] Lilith (Winter): By the way, do you remove the periods when you form acronyms?
[10:49 PM] Breakaway25: yes
[10:49 PM] Lilith (Winter): Shouldn't F.L.E.E.T. be FLEET?
[10:49 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: Brb editing cuba caduceus
[10:49 PM] Breakaway25: yes
[10:49 PM] Lilith (Winter): And L.S.A.T. be LSAT?
[10:49 PM] Breakaway25: of course
[10:49 PM] Lilith (Winter): Because... sigh
[10:49 PM] Breakaway25: shouldn't even be L.S.A.T.
[10:49 PM] Breakaway25: no idea where he got that
[10:49 PM] Lilith (Winter): FPSRussia?
[10:49 PM] Interested Party: Okay, I think now is a good time to move on actually...
The LSAT light machine gun, of the LSAT (Lightweight Small Arms Technologies) program, is a developmental, powerful light machine gun (LMG). The purpose of the program was to develop a lighter, yet very reliable LMG. The program was initiated in 2004, when the Joint Service Small Arms Program (JSSAP) challenged the American defence industry to develop a lighter small arms and also design lighter ammunition. The LMG provides a major reduction in weight over legacy weapons, as well as improvements in other ar...
[10:50 PM] Breakaway25: There are no periods anywhere
[10:50 PM] Lilith (Winter): "That day when he and Murakumo paid the toll fee to enter Mobile, the drunk guardsman with the .22 rifle."
Can anyone explain what happened?
[10:50 PM] Lilith (Winter): This sentence doesn't make sense.
[10:50 PM] Breakaway25: they made a .22 do impossible feats of ballistics
[10:50 PM] CompassJimbo: I forget. This fic moves needlessly fast
[10:51 PM] Lilith (Winter): The sentence itself doesn't make any sense.
[10:51 PM] Interested Party: If I cared about any of these characters, this could possibly have shocked me. I don't, and I'm not.
[10:51 PM] Breakaway25: Really mad I missed when you guys were railing on the Alabama parts of this
[10:51 PM] Lilith (Winter): The drunk guardsman did what with the .22 rifle?
[10:51 PM] Breakaway25: I could have really torn into it
[10:51 PM] HashiriyaR32: He didn't do anything
[10:51 PM] Lilith (Winter): So what exactly is the significance of this?
[10:52 PM] Breakaway25: Really mad I missed the bit when he was at Bama
[10:52 PM] Breakaway25: No one messes with Bama
[10:52 PM] Breakaway25: NO ONE
[10:52 PM] Lilith (Winter): Especially Bamalama.
[10:52 PM] Lilith (Winter): :c
[10:52 PM] Interested Party: Moving on...
[10:52 PM] CompassJimbo: Nobody will send that brand of monster my way and get away with it
[10:53 PM] Lilith (Winter): I hope he stays in America.
[10:53 PM] CompassJimbo:
[10:53 PM] Breakaway25: also fitting pandora is fitting
[10:53 PM] Interested Party: Explaining the reveal we're supposed to have just experienced. ding
[10:53 PM] Lilith (Winter): Basically
[10:53 PM] Lilith (Winter): Exposition for no reason
[10:53 PM] Greek Fire: ITS HIGH NOON SOMEWHERE
[10:54 PM] Interested Party: Very nearly spelled that ding "dung". Still would've fit.
[10:54 PM] Lilith (Winter): More poop
[10:54 PM] Lilith (Winter): Yay
[10:54 PM] CompassJimbo: Fair enough
[10:54 PM] Lilith (Winter): Brb going to remove some Nazis
[10:54 PM] Interested Party: Nothing to really comment on still. Moving on.
[10:54 PM] CompassJimbo:
[10:56 PM] Greek Fire: >try to leave the civies alive
[10:56 PM] Greek Fire: ...
[10:56 PM] Greek Fire: welp
[10:56 PM] Interested Party: Unless this little planning session proves to be wildly off the mark from what actually happens, all you're doing here is steadily removing any and all potential interest in the upcoming action.
[10:56 PM] Breakaway25: GARRRYY STUUUU
[10:56 PM] CompassJimbo: All to paint him as the good guy. He's a human trafficker. One of the epitomes of evil
[10:56 PM] Breakaway25: also, dip in and out
[10:56 PM] Breakaway25: Tha fuq?
[10:56 PM] HashiriyaR32: Shoot and scoot
[10:56 PM] Interested Party: It becomes repetitive, and repetitive writing is also bad writing. Very very bad writing.
[10:57 PM] Greek Fire: yep
[10:57 PM] Breakaway25: someone forward Hackyuu a copy of the Infantry Platoon in the attack
[10:57 PM] Breakaway25: PLEASE
[10:57 PM] Interested Party: I say it again Hackyu, Paul, whatever: I know you think you can write, but you really can't.
[10:57 PM] HashiriyaR32: Off-topic: What differentiates a Gary Stu from a Marty Stu?
[10:58 PM] Greek Fire: as far as i know, nothing
[10:58 PM] Interested Party: An M and a T.
[10:58 PM] Ingram Cullus Davion 881: Female is maru
[10:58 PM] CompassJimbo: Mary
[10:58 PM] Lilith (Winter): Nothing.
[10:58 PM] Lilith (Winter): They're one and the same.
[10:58 PM] CompassJimbo: Pressing forward.
[10:59 PM] CompassJimbo:
[10:59 PM] Lilith (Winter): How did they spot them?
[10:59 PM] CompassJimbo: I don't think they have aircraft, so...
[10:59 PM] Interested Party: My god. This action scene is about 75% dialogue instead!
[10:59 PM] Lilith (Winter): And the riggings deploy instantly.
[10:59 PM] HashiriyaR32: Mutsu has to stand to deploy her guns, and with her rigging deployed, well.....
[11:00 PM] Interested Party: Wait, no, my eyes deceived me. Merely 65%.
[11:00 PM] Lilith (Winter): Thing is, riggings deploy instantly.
[11:00 PM] HashiriyaR32: But like HE knew that
[11:00 PM] Lilith (Winter): True.
[11:01 PM] CompassJimbo:
[11:01 PM] Interested Party: 41cm guns... Only killing one squad. Right.
[11:02 PM] Lilith (Winter): Okay, at least he's getting the guns right, but even then, 410 mm guns? They should've torn whatever she was aiming at completely.
[11:02 PM] Lilith (Winter): Hell
[11:02 PM] Lilith (Winter): Even 127 mm guns can form craters 5 metres deep.
[11:02 PM] Interested Party: Does he realize how big 41cm is?
[11:02 PM] Lilith (Winter): 410s? You're looking at an entire building collapsing.
[11:02 PM] CompassJimbo: Shrunk... down...?
[11:02 PM] Lilith (Winter): Nope.
[11:02 PM] CompassJimbo: This makes less and less sense
[11:02 PM] De3ta: ""You sure you can handle fightin' those guys with yer friend there taggin' along?" Damon calls.
"I was built to fight with Rensouhou-kun under my arm!"
"The fuck were they thinkin' when they built you...it's like you're not even a warship anymore..."
Meanwhile, the Cloaked Iku slits the throat of her seventh soldier, careful not to get blood on herself, before moving onto her eighth"
[11:02 PM] Lilith (Winter): In canon they use spoopy magic to function exactly like their real-life counterparts.(edited)
[11:02 PM] De3ta: This entire bit
[11:02 PM] De3ta: just
[11:03 PM] De3ta: this entire bit
[11:03 PM] CompassJimbo: I'm aware of that Winter. But part of me is trying to rationalize this
[11:03 PM] Lilith (Winter): You can't.
[11:03 PM] CompassJimbo: Somehow
[11:03 PM] Lilith (Winter): He's being stupid.
[11:03 PM] Lilith (Winter): 410 mm = roughly 16 inches
[11:04 PM] Lilith (Winter): Unless you're telling me he never bothered to think how much firepower he has at his disposal.
[11:04 PM] Interested Party: And if you actually do try to use the "it's smaller" excuse, then they aren't bloody 41cm guns now are they?
[11:04 PM] Lilith (Winter): Which is entirely OOC considering most of this story is Gun Porn.
[11:04 PM] Lilith (Winter): Again, all of this seems to make shipgirls the universe's chew toy.
[11:05 PM] Interested Party: Action continues to be sleep inducing. Make me feel like it's frantic combat dangit, not a weather report!
[11:05 PM] Interested Party: Next!
[11:05 PM] CompassJimbo:
[11:06 PM] Greek Fire: did he really have to add that bit onto the end?
[11:06 PM] CompassJimbo: Yes. For reasons only he knows
[11:06 PM] Lilith (Winter): >who manages to put a bullet into her stomach, but only one bullet
Redundancy!
[11:07 PM] Lilith (Winter): M4-A1...
It's M4A1.
[11:07 PM] Lilith (Winter): It's...
[11:07 PM] Lilith (Winter): sigh
[11:07 PM] CompassJimbo: We don't have too much further to go for this one.
[11:07 PM] Lilith (Winter): And another thing: Where exactly are they getting the ammunition for all of this?
[11:07 PM] Greek Fire: magic
[11:07 PM] kct: Can't he use CARBINE
[11:07 PM] Lilith (Winter): Didn't Damon say that ammunition for his fun cannon is excrutiatingly hard to find?
[11:08 PM] Lilith (Winter): So why are these chucklenuts toting automatic rifles like some Hollywood movie?
[11:08 PM] Greek Fire: what's his fun cannon again
[11:08 PM] Lilith (Winter): The .50 AMR.
[11:08 PM] Greek Fire: ah
[11:08 PM] kct: Spessial snorfloke
[11:08 PM] Breakaway25: wonder where he finds that
[11:08 PM] CompassJimbo: Places
[11:08 PM] Lilith (Winter): He stole it.
[11:08 PM] Lilith (Winter): :/
[11:08 PM] Breakaway25: .50 BMG ain't exactly lying around
[11:09 PM] CompassJimbo: Let's press on. Again, we aren't far off from the end of the chapter.
[11:09 PM] HashiriyaR32: DSR-50 and LSAT were found in a stash in Montgomery
[11:09 PM] Breakaway25: damn stuff costs a $1.50 a round
[11:09 PM] HashiriyaR32: IIRC
[11:09 PM] Lilith (Winter): But why
[11:09 PM] Breakaway25: THERE IS NOTHING OF NOTE IN MONTGOMERY
[11:09 PM] Lilith (Winter): Why are you using these instead of going with a Glock and STEALTH.
[11:09 PM] Greek Fire: what is this
[11:09 PM] Breakaway25: now if he had said Anniston
[11:09 PM] Breakaway25: I might say sure
[11:09 PM] Greek Fire: Metro on the easiest difficulty?
[11:09 PM] Breakaway25: BUT NOT MONTGOMERY
[11:09 PM] Lilith (Winter): No. This is Left 4 Dead.
[11:09 PM] Lilith (Winter):
[11:09 PM] Lilith (Winter): Where you can randomly find M60s and grenade launchers lying around in a post-apocalyptic environment!
[11:10 PM] Greek Fire: this should be like Metro on Ranger mode
[11:10 PM] CompassJimbo:
[11:10 PM] Greek Fire: where ammo is scarse as fuck
[11:10 PM] Lilith (Winter): >crash down the doors
[11:10 PM] Lilith (Winter): Er
[11:10 PM] Lilith (Winter): Shouldn't they blow the door and whatever it was attached to into pieces?
[11:10 PM] Breakaway25: Let's just go to Fort Rucker and steals some helos while we're at it HMMM
[11:10 PM] Greek Fire: yes
[11:10 PM] Lilith (Winter): I'm assuming you're using HC here. Otherwise the shells would've gone straight through.
[11:10 PM] Greek Fire: AND THEN MAGICALLY HAVE THE ABILITIES FLY SAID HELO
[11:10 PM] Greek Fire: WITH OUT TRAINING
[11:11 PM] Lilith (Winter): By the way, why are shipgirls susceptable to flashbangs?
[11:11 PM] Greek Fire:
[11:11 PM] HashiriyaR32: Wait shit........
[11:11 PM] Breakaway25: or go to Anniston and steal a tank
[11:11 PM] Lilith (Winter): Shouldn't shipgirls -- especially android!shipgirls -- have countermeasures against that?
[11:11 PM] Greek Fire: they should
[11:11 PM] Lilith (Winter): We are designing military hardware here.
[11:12 PM] Lilith (Winter): You don't put in stupid vulnerabilities (sp?) like that.
[11:12 PM] HashiriyaR32: @Breakaway25 My mistake. The bandits that rolled up on Ken Simpson's place back in Houston had the DSR-50 and LSAT among their looted cargo.(edited)
[11:12 PM] CompassJimbo: The FLEET Project designers are lazy bastards
[11:12 PM] HashiriyaR32: This was waaaaay back in chapter 2
[11:12 PM] Lilith (Winter): I should be head of the FLEET project.
[11:12 PM] Lilith (Winter): It would be much more smartly run than this.
[11:12 PM] CompassJimbo: All in the name of National Security
[11:12 PM] Lilith (Winter): But it'd end up with all the girls wearing tiny miniskirts
[11:12 PM] Lilith (Winter): And being tall and busty.
[11:12 PM] Greek Fire: pfffft
[11:12 PM] CompassJimbo:
[11:12 PM] Lilith (Winter): "hurriedly and worriedly"
[11:13 PM] Greek Fire: if i headed the fleet project it'd end with giant robots
[11:13 PM] Lilith (Winter): mreeeh
[11:13 PM] Breakaway25: attempts to shoot protag with his sidearm M-9?
[11:13 PM] Breakaway25: goddamn this guy needs engrish lessons
[11:13 PM] Lilith (Winter): AN-94
>AN-94
WHAT
WHAT IS THAT
THAT GUN IS RARE AS FUCK OUTSIDE OF AMERICA
[11:13 PM] Lilith (Winter): WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE OUTSIDE OF MOTHERLAND!?
[11:13 PM] Breakaway25: because Gun Porn
[11:14 PM] Lilith (Winter): What's a M-9?
[11:14 PM] Breakaway25: Hackyuu has to beat home the fact that he knows more about rare guns than we do
[11:14 PM] HashiriyaR32: I highly doubt that Damon's gone through all ONE HUNDRED rounds of .50BMG since he's acquired the DSR-50 since chapter 2
[11:14 PM] kct: 92FS
[11:14 PM] Lilith (Winter): Is it related to the M9 sidearm currently in service?
[11:14 PM] Breakaway25: Beretta M9(edited)
[11:14 PM] kct: Beretta
[11:14 PM] HashiriyaR32: @Lilith (Winter) Because defectors
[11:14 PM] Lilith (Winter): No, I know.
[11:14 PM] HashiriyaR32: ....it's never M92FS
[11:14 PM] Lilith (Winter): But M-9 is again, the wrong designation.
[11:14 PM] Lilith (Winter): And it's just M9
[11:14 PM] HashiriyaR32: 92FS, or M9
[11:14 PM] Lilith (Winter): Not M92FS. It's either that or 92FS.
[11:26 PM] Lilith (Winter): His goal was to restore the world to the pre-war status quo... well, it's not that bad, honestly.
[11:26 PM] Lilith (Winter): I don't really see how he's going to do it if he's shooting up everything though.
[11:26 PM] HashiriyaR32: He has no political clout
[11:26 PM] Lilith (Winter): I mean, if he's doing that, I'd be expecting him to be playing the politics game.
[11:26 PM] HashiriyaR32: Which he can't
[11:26 PM] Lilith (Winter): Allying himself with different factions and eliminating the rot in them.
[11:26 PM] Lilith (Winter): Then forming alliances.
[11:26 PM] Lilith (Winter): Channeling George Washington and the Founding Fathers.
[11:26 PM] Breakaway25: he isn't smart enough for that
[11:27 PM] Breakaway25: his entire life is point gun at thing(edited)
[11:27 PM] Breakaway25: pull trigger
[11:27 PM] Lilith (Winter): It's sad, honestly. You have this universe, which, to be honest, is a bit mediocre. But even then I can see a whole lot of potential that's being wasted for needless violence and gorn.
[11:27 PM] Lilith (Winter): Sure the background may be mediocre, but even the most mediocre places can be turned into something wonderful if you just work it enough.
Why thank you . My idea has evolved quite a bit, i'll bounce some ideas of you guys, can't be talking about Ambulance all the time lol.
Here's a little tidbit for you all.
"In Absentia Luci, Tenebrae Vincunt"
"In the absence of light, darkness prevails"
"Throughout the centuries, mankind has evolved, spreading over the world, searching for...purpose, inventing new technologies, discovering new branches of science, creating great civilisations....
Arrogant fools, all of them, they do not know of what lies in the depth of darkness, of the horrors that lie within....of men who became beasts, and beasts who became men, of vile undead who wish to reclaim the world of the living, enslaving all with their foul arts, of the the hidden monsters deep beneath our very feet, plotting our destruction, of the Fallen One's, who view is humans as insects.......and yet all of this....pales in comparison to the origin of all evil, for there is a place, a dark place, where evil slumbers and awaits to return.
Ragnarok is coming, the Seven shall reclaim their tainted legacy and finally destroy Him and all his creations, and their champion shall rule over all Creation from Earth.
He is their cursed Herald, the Vanguard of their doom, all shall be swept aside before him, all resistance against him...futile.
He is Anung Un Rama, and upon his brow, a crown of flame is set........Oh dear Lord....save us...."
My idea for an XCOM/Kancolle was changed to something of Multi x-over with KC, simply because KC has magical elements in the form of ship girls....and here's the kicker..what if, the arrival of the Abyssals...is the prologue to something far....far....worse?.
So here it is, my idea has evolved to have multiple ideas, but namely focuses on elements from Warhammer 40k (psychic powers, nasty demons, magic)and Hellboy (more demons, the true "reality" of all those wonderful fairy tails a.k.a grimmification and a several secret societies that are meant to keep things from going "bump" in the night).
What if the arrival of the Abyssals....is the prelude to something far, far worse?
If there is one thing I'm glad from this fic, is I'm glad the Akizuki sisters are not involved. The thought of them in this fic is horrifying especially considering their history involving food.
It depends, but one thing about this fic is that it's human centric, and when i mean human centric it focuses on the soldiers, those poor "beggars" that tend to get overlooked, not Admirals commanding shipgirls, not Intel officers, not the leaders of nations or the Chiefs of Staff, but rather the humble foot soldier, from normal soldier to elite spec ops (though my MC's are the elite of the elite, considering the stuff they have to deal with), all of them will be slogging through the mud with nothing more than faith, steel...and gunpowder.
If there is one thing I'm glad from this fic, is I'm glad the Akizuki sisters are not involved. The thought of them in this fic is horrifying especially considering their history involving food.
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