They are not in.
De3ta reads....Ambience: A Fleet Symphony.
- Thread starter De3ta
- Start date
- Location
- 'Murica
I have no idea if they are or not. But I wouldn't put it past him.
- Location
- Malaysia
The Akizuki's aren't in the fic.....YET.
RomanReignsWHC15
Light in the Darkness
- Location
- Philippines
aww thank goodness...yet
I just thought about it now plus I stopped reading the fic after Damon's death and skipped the first 90 chapters.
I dread the day they debut.
BTW JMper, still need to catch up on the BelleBatt thread at spacebattles. You have a lot of pages there. Keep up the good work on your story.
- Location
- 'Murica
Awesome! There's somewhat less edge there!
Omake (It's 12 AM give me a break)
Icywinter
50% ice, 50% winter
- Location
- ?
- Pronouns
- She/Her
(Something quickly done.)
Doctor William Steiner, son of Doctor Ryan Steiner, head of brain-computer research for the FLEET Project, looked upon his father's work with horror. Was this what the man who had once given him tours to see his laboratory, who introduced him to his friends and colleagues, who steadfastly believed in him when no one else did?
Was this really his father?
No. Will decided that it could not be so. His father was a saint, a lifebringer, someone who Will sincerely believed was a good man.
This person who stood in front of him, showing off the hundreds of women suspended in tubes, talking about his grand plan to rebuild America by using an army of artificial men and women, smiled as he finished his speech.
"What do you think?" the elder Steiner asked, raising one greying eyebrow.
"I think you've gone crazy, father. You're crazy. This isn't what you stood for, dad! This--" he gestured to the women, "This isn't you! What happened to your grand plan to save humanity? Is this it? Breeding soldiers from shipgirls? That doesn't make any sense! They're automations! You said it yourself! They can't be used to create new life!"
Will glared at his father. "Why. Why did you do this?"
"Because we could change the world. William," he said, giving him a look one would give to a dim child, "There is nothing the children of the fleet maidens cannot do. They are stronger, faster, more tenacious, more enduring than the best human specimen on the planet. They can shrug off wounds that would kill a human being. They are their future."
He tilted his head. "Didn't you want to change the future once, William? Give hope to thousands? Rebuild the world?" He glared at him. "This is our only chance, William. You cannot hope to unite the people of the wasteland. They are little more than savages," the old man growled. "Savages who have no idea what powers they are toying with. Who are you to think that you could even succeed? Blackwood's been trying for decades. If he can't do it, then how on earth could you?"
William shook his head. "Because he's little more than a thug, father. You call this salvation?" He pointed at Ryan, "This is slavery. No, this is more than just slavery. This is treating humans like livestock." He walked up to him and stared into his eyes. "Do you even hear what you're saying? Using these women as living wombs to make the soldiers of tomorrow? Do you have their consent? Their approval? Do they even know what you're doing to them!?"
"You call yourself a doctor. This--" he looked at the tubes, "This breaks everything you swore by when you took your Hippocratic Oath."
"The ends justify the means," Ryan replied, crossing his arms. "I don't expect you to understand."
"No, I understand perfectly," Will murmured. "You're insane. Does Blackwood know you're doing this?"
"Yes," he smirked. Will was taken aback. What?
"Did you seriously think that all those expeditions into the wasteland was just to bully the savages? Hell no. We were recovering the maidens to deflower them."
He chuckled at his joke, and Will found it harder to resist the urge to smash his face in. "William, everyone in the government knows what we are doing." His eyes hardened. "You cannot hope to stop us. You cannot hope to break us. We will establish a one world order, and the savages and everyone else will be swept aside when we rebuild America."
He extended his hand. "You can either be with us or against us. Your choice."
A single gunshot was his response. "Then I guess I just have to try hard enough to see you all to hell," William spat. He stared at the bleeding form of his father and sighed. Here was this once great man, his father, his only parent. And now he had to shoot him.
Damn it all.
"I'm sorry, dad," he said quietly. He looked upon his dying form. "But you can't expect me to accept this in any way or form."
To his surprise, his father chuckled. "Don't be. I knew."
What?
"Come," he gestured. "I must tell you one important thing." William knelt at his father's side, and the elder Steiner weakly sat up. "In my office, there is a folder. Aside from all the documents about the FLEET Project, there is a letter. It arrived, sealed, in 2005. It was from your grandfather, Richard," he coughed. "It was addressed to you," he explained. "Take it. Open it. Whatever it is, it must be important," he wheezed. "Now leave me. No doubt the guards will be on the lookout once they find my body. Let them find it. Blackwood must not know that I betrayed them."
"But--"
"Just go," he said. "Please. Time is ticking. Will. Use this information to save humanity."
He was at a loss of words. "Dad..."
"Go. Let me atone for my sins." He let out another wet cough, and blood dripped out of his mouth. "Go," he croaked. "Just go."
William did as he was told. "Dad... I'm sorry," he said one last time, sparing a glance at him.
He let out a sigh and left one of the last researchers of the FLEET Project to die in a pool of his own blood. The door clicked shut behind him, and he pocketed his pistol. Time to save humanity.
Doctor William Steiner, son of Doctor Ryan Steiner, head of brain-computer research for the FLEET Project, looked upon his father's work with horror. Was this what the man who had once given him tours to see his laboratory, who introduced him to his friends and colleagues, who steadfastly believed in him when no one else did?
Was this really his father?
No. Will decided that it could not be so. His father was a saint, a lifebringer, someone who Will sincerely believed was a good man.
This person who stood in front of him, showing off the hundreds of women suspended in tubes, talking about his grand plan to rebuild America by using an army of artificial men and women, smiled as he finished his speech.
"What do you think?" the elder Steiner asked, raising one greying eyebrow.
"I think you've gone crazy, father. You're crazy. This isn't what you stood for, dad! This--" he gestured to the women, "This isn't you! What happened to your grand plan to save humanity? Is this it? Breeding soldiers from shipgirls? That doesn't make any sense! They're automations! You said it yourself! They can't be used to create new life!"
Will glared at his father. "Why. Why did you do this?"
"Because we could change the world. William," he said, giving him a look one would give to a dim child, "There is nothing the children of the fleet maidens cannot do. They are stronger, faster, more tenacious, more enduring than the best human specimen on the planet. They can shrug off wounds that would kill a human being. They are their future."
He tilted his head. "Didn't you want to change the future once, William? Give hope to thousands? Rebuild the world?" He glared at him. "This is our only chance, William. You cannot hope to unite the people of the wasteland. They are little more than savages," the old man growled. "Savages who have no idea what powers they are toying with. Who are you to think that you could even succeed? Blackwood's been trying for decades. If he can't do it, then how on earth could you?"
William shook his head. "Because he's little more than a thug, father. You call this salvation?" He pointed at Ryan, "This is slavery. No, this is more than just slavery. This is treating humans like livestock." He walked up to him and stared into his eyes. "Do you even hear what you're saying? Using these women as living wombs to make the soldiers of tomorrow? Do you have their consent? Their approval? Do they even know what you're doing to them!?"
"You call yourself a doctor. This--" he looked at the tubes, "This breaks everything you swore by when you took your Hippocratic Oath."
"The ends justify the means," Ryan replied, crossing his arms. "I don't expect you to understand."
"No, I understand perfectly," Will murmured. "You're insane. Does Blackwood know you're doing this?"
"Yes," he smirked. Will was taken aback. What?
"Did you seriously think that all those expeditions into the wasteland was just to bully the savages? Hell no. We were recovering the maidens to deflower them."
He chuckled at his joke, and Will found it harder to resist the urge to smash his face in. "William, everyone in the government knows what we are doing." His eyes hardened. "You cannot hope to stop us. You cannot hope to break us. We will establish a one world order, and the savages and everyone else will be swept aside when we rebuild America."
He extended his hand. "You can either be with us or against us. Your choice."
A single gunshot was his response. "Then I guess I just have to try hard enough to see you all to hell," William spat. He stared at the bleeding form of his father and sighed. Here was this once great man, his father, his only parent. And now he had to shoot him.
Damn it all.
"I'm sorry, dad," he said quietly. He looked upon his dying form. "But you can't expect me to accept this in any way or form."
To his surprise, his father chuckled. "Don't be. I knew."
What?
"Come," he gestured. "I must tell you one important thing." William knelt at his father's side, and the elder Steiner weakly sat up. "In my office, there is a folder. Aside from all the documents about the FLEET Project, there is a letter. It arrived, sealed, in 2005. It was from your grandfather, Richard," he coughed. "It was addressed to you," he explained. "Take it. Open it. Whatever it is, it must be important," he wheezed. "Now leave me. No doubt the guards will be on the lookout once they find my body. Let them find it. Blackwood must not know that I betrayed them."
"But--"
"Just go," he said. "Please. Time is ticking. Will. Use this information to save humanity."
He was at a loss of words. "Dad..."
"Go. Let me atone for my sins." He let out another wet cough, and blood dripped out of his mouth. "Go," he croaked. "Just go."
William did as he was told. "Dad... I'm sorry," he said one last time, sparing a glance at him.
He let out a sigh and left one of the last researchers of the FLEET Project to die in a pool of his own blood. The door clicked shut behind him, and he pocketed his pistol. Time to save humanity.
- Location
- Malaysia
Attention Senior Admirals and forum users, i have received grave news from A:AFS, apparently the hiatus was due to Hieda deciding whether or not to continue the story.
Long story short, in an A/N in chapter 251, he has decided to continue the story and finish it at chapter 500, you may view said A/N at your....displeasure.
Long story short, in an A/N in chapter 251, he has decided to continue the story and finish it at chapter 500, you may view said A/N at your....displeasure.
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CompassJimbo
Where’s Your North?
- Location
- The former Rubber Capital of the World
Well, at least the story can wind down. Thank fuck. At his usual update rate, that should be some time next year.
De3ta
Mae
- Location
- The hellish pit known as New Jersey
Hahahhahahah fuck me it's 5 AM let's read this shit
NuclearNickel
smug.jpg
- Location
- Bootes Void
Oh god
whhyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
whhyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
AWACS Sky Eye
....
- Location
- Everywhere
Oh my. 250 more chapters, folks.
CompassJimbo
Where’s Your North?
- Location
- The former Rubber Capital of the World
Technically 249 but it's still far too many.
- Location
- Malaysia
The author also states that he intends to spite us because we want the story to be done and dusted, so the show must go on he says....as to why I write this tidbit?...well its insurance just in case you guys don't want to read the A/N.
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RomanReignsWHC15
Light in the Darkness
- Location
- Philippines
So the suffering continues.
The Sins never die.
Can't wash this blood off our hands
Let the world fear us all
It's just means to an end
Our salvation lies in the Father's sins.
Beyond the truth, (Let me suffer now)
In my heart I just know that there's no way to light up the dark in his eyes.
The Sins never die.
Can't wash this blood off our hands
Let the world fear us all
It's just means to an end
Our salvation lies in the Father's sins.
Beyond the truth, (Let me suffer now)
In my heart I just know that there's no way to light up the dark in his eyes.
CompassJimbo
Where’s Your North?
- Location
- The former Rubber Capital of the World
So he does it out of spite now. I'd almost pity the guy. Except he brainwashes people and uses rape to generate cheap drama.
- Location
- Malaysia
Heh...some of his reviewers were also complaining about this thread and why we hate this story and how we should "get a life" and all that crap.
CompassJimbo
Where’s Your North?
- Location
- The former Rubber Capital of the World
You cannot kill that which has no life.
- Location
- Malaysia
That reviewer was talking about us individuals to get a life, apparently he fails to see that we have merits and reasons as to why we criticise this fic....but y'know...White Knights.
*shrugs*
We're not the ones spending many days writing badfic just to spite a small group of critics. Who needs to get a life, again ?
CompassJimbo
Where’s Your North?
- Location
- The former Rubber Capital of the World
I was making a joke.
- Location
- Void of Observation
This is all making me giggle.
*watches Abyssal Collection's list of followers slowly rise*
*watches Abyssal Collection's list of followers slowly rise*
- Location
- Malaysia
Ahh sorry about that, i'm sick right now, and that really dulls my senses...sorry Jim.
De3ta
Mae
- Location
- The hellish pit known as New Jersey
Ahahahahhaahhaahhaaa
- Location
- Malaysia
Is this the laughter of hilarity??...or one born of madness??...O.O
AN to Chapter 251
De3ta
Mae
- Location
- The hellish pit known as New Jersey
5 AM AN TO CHAPTER 251 LET"S DO THIS SHIT.
Ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff-*Facedesk*
This story was bullshit not even a million words in, why the hell would they.
Now now, it's a tire fire, accuracy is important!
Whiskey: Actually I think it's a little ironic that more people on SV probably know of him from his lets reads. The random average Kancolle reader I run into on SV would either have read Belated Battleships, Indestructible Spirit, Changing Destiny or The Greatest Generation. I think that might actually be worse - outside of we merry few, he's unknown to the forum.
Oh? Well Wel Well, let''s see what this is about.
"I Know it's stupid but i'm going to keep doing it anyway" is not a valid excuse.
You stupid bitch, I could figure this shit out with google maps and like two minutes, half of that loading the goddamn pages.
That's not the issue you incompetent fucktard.
So you've always been, and admit to still being, utterly incompetent and unskilled at writing what you intend to.
At this point this could, and might, descend into me figuring out all the ways I can call you stupid.
Even when he fixes shit he still has to blow off the other person somehow.
But it is in-character for Damon to be this arrogant and stupid.
Hallelujah!
It's not a magic element you can just have do this shit though, it's fucking Aluminum.
I'm sorry my eyes have glazed of from the bullshit he's spewing, I'm calling in some backup.
Okay so first off
"
2. Even if you choose not to accept the aforementioned reason(s), the technology used to build ship girls is clearly not feasible IRL anyway and is basically a huge deus ex machina to establish ship girls as a prominent presence in the story. Protocols, cellular boosting, wetware technology in the form of Smartsteel (and have you even read Chapter 214? I'd hate to see how you'd react...oh wait, you probably haven't even gotten near it)...the point is, the technology that makes things like this even possible in the first place,"
Hhahahahahaha go to hell.
" . If you think that this story was intended to be written as a guide for modern 21st century warfighting for ship girls, I must confront you by saying that you are sorely wrong, and that while I try my best to base the story on realism, clearly this requires a degree of suspension of disbelief on the reader's part, which perhaps you are unable to exhibit. No wonder so many of this story's readers act the way they do towards it."
*Is actually pulling out hairs in disbelief*
I think he just took a shot at his own readers, holy shit.
Well bullshit jargon aside, he's saying "Oh this is future tech and it doesn't need to make sense to real world standards".
While he tries to make other things realistic, and to real world standards. You don't write well enough to get away with that, and it makes things even more jarring and nonsensical.
Whiskey: a modicum of realism could have been achieved by, oh, I dunno, doing the research.
Alternatively he could just have gone full Call of Duty and said, "Well, yeah, realism has taken a road trip here because this is basically running on the same mindset as Call of Duty." And that would be a bit more legit, IMO.
Google motherfucker, he needs it.
Whiskey: We all need Google in our lives, @De3ta. Have you accepted Google as your search engine and research saviour?
It's either that or Bing. *Pukes in mouth*
Allow me to take a quote from my friend Sheo darren, and his live reaction to that last bit of bollocks.
Yeah, let's move on before I have a-fucking-nother migraine
Now I don't 100% recall what the fuck he did, all I do is "Track the frequency of the audio frequencies" or some other shit.
YOU THOUGHT IT WAS WHISKEY, BUT IT WAS ME, NICKEL: My god, this fuckin' guy.
Pfffft,
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFTAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA
*Falls out of chair*
Whiskey: Fuck no, you can't really keep up a running pace that long. Unless you're an Adeptus Astartes, one of the God-Emperor's Angels of Death.
" I've just removed all the mentions of the ballistics CPU from the story entirely since I feel that if I have no idea how something works, it's best just not mentioning it in the first place"
"if I have no idea how something works, it's best just not mentioning it in the first place"
Nickel:........ What the fu…….he's...he's serious here.
WHAT IS THIS! WHAT IS THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS! WHAT IS LIFE! (What is love, give me the sign)
MOTHERFUCKER-
If he wasn't lying to our faces with that (Spoilers: He is) then this fucking fic wouldn't still be around! Jesus christ on a pikestaff!
Whiskey: Hieda no Akyuu, these are the least of your worries. I was once like you. I thought the GG restart only needed some minor touch up here and there… but part of the reason it's on hiatus is because there's just so much that needs rethinking and reworking. And this is a story that we all - even you, oh author of Ambien - can agree is better than Ambien. And there are days when I who was beta on this story and basically inherited this story go "The Greatest Generation is diseased. Rotten to the core. There's no saving it - we need to pull it out by the roots. Wipe the slate clean. BURN IT DOWN! And from the ashes, a new Greatest Generation will be born. Evolved, but untamed!"
Whiskey quoting Senator Armstrong again *Ding*
Whiskey: In my defense, he's very memetastically quotable.
R32: i wake up...t this….i just read the A/N and about to read the chapter itself
Oh hey hash, I've been up all night and was gonna sleep but THIS, so I can relate.
Whiskey: …that's not actually fixing the problem here. This is like saying to someone: "Oh look there are cracks in your goddamn walls your house is collapsing under its own weight look the wallpaper's torn!" and they go "Thanks! I'll replace the wallpaper that'll cover the cracks." But the house is still cracking!
He'd break his god damn bones!
Whiskey: If you are not sure, go and find out jesus christ and you say you want more realism?!
….oh my god…
HE DOES KNOW WHAT GOOGLE MAPS IS! IT'S A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE!
Nicke: *rips out eyes and sticks head into bucket of table salt*
THE FUCKING ODDS IT'D BE TO HAVE THAT HAPPEN. AND IT'D STILL BE A FUCKING BULLET IN HIM!
Whiskey: Generally while there's a lot of talk of everyone shooting GPS and sending everyone back to the dark age of navigation, nobody really wants to do that and be an international pariah in the post-apoc rebuilding.
He….He's fucking with us right now, he has to be fucking with us right now. No one can be this fucking stupid.
Nickel: Someone slap me. This can't be real, there's no way he's this fucking dumb.
*Backhands Nickel*
Nickel: thank you.
Whiskey: F-14 Tomcat Lover once wrote in a PM to me "hang on I need to check my notes." On the other hand, it's F-14 Tomcat Lover.
THAT….fuck it, he has I.E.D's sittig in his truck for no reason.
Whiskey: That actually makes things more dangerous, and raises more questions about where the IEDs came from - if not magic - and well when you have jury-rigged explosives you really do not want them lying around in the back of your truck. This is an attempt to fix things that just the plotholes worse.
R32: Voodoo shark!
You lazy motherfucker, ignoring how stupid that whole bit with the night vision is, you lazy motherfucker. "It's just easier calling it night vision for the sake of consistency," Yes it is. This fic is Consistently illogical and wrong about everything.
Whiskey: Humans seeing in infrared spectrums? Eh, possible, i guess - the Sidewinder snake sees in IR, hence how the AIM-9 Sidewinder got its name. Would have been more plausible to state that his eyes have greater sensitivity in low-light conditions, like dogs, although an obvious caveat is that this means that bright lights would affect his eyes more, requiring him to wear sunglasses. Which makes Damon look cooler so I'm not sure this was a good idea or not, my bad folks. :/
He is fucking with us. God damn you Hackyuu, you are a tumor on the human race.
Whiskey: eh honestly, this isn't really a dealbreaker for me. *shrug*
Not that, this bit:
" Even though I understand you truly despise Damon as a character, please try not to forget that Damon is much stronger than your average human, "
He's trying to be "cute" again, and it's gross.
Whiskey: Feels a little sad, really.
R32:.......
Whiskey: Has he never seen Serbuan Maut? Aka Death Raid, aka The Raid: Redemption? Note the youtube links here: Badass of the Week: Iko Uwais You do not use a kerambit to punch into someone's skull, the blade is not designed for it. You use it to slice people and stab it into their throats and rip the throats out.
[QUOTE}
I don't buy the argument that Murakumo should have immediately recognized what a shotgun was. Yes, they've been around for quite a while, and I do understand that for the most part, the basic, generic profile of a shotgun should be rather recognizable. But Murakumo is a warship, not a dedicated infantryman that she and the rest of the fleet eventually become - she's trained in naval warfare, not in urban/modern land combat, and throughout all this time, she's only ever used assault rifles and submachine guns and pistols. Not even the enemies so far in the story up until this point have been using shotguns, I don't think, though I could be wrong about this. Even if they were used in war before her time, and even if shotguns became standard-issue in the Japanese military, I just don't see Murakumo knowing what one is right away, since it's not like she's got a reason to know much about the IJA, other than how the IJA and the IJN were bitter rivals. It could also be that Murakumo, since she's not familiar with personal firearms, knows that the shotgun looks different from a regular assault rifle and doesn't want to call it something incorrect, so she just vaguely calls it "this thing". Either way, I won't change this.
[/QUOTE]
I like how chapter 11 got an entire section of this all to itself.
R32: shoild have filed for fic equivalent of bankruptcy protection long ago
It's still a small Deus Ex Machina, but this one is not as stupid.
Fuck off you utter dickhead.
Well that was the AN to chapter 251, that was disgustingly long and whiny.
It is now 6:37 AM EDT, I am going to go….fuck I dunno, make a baked potato and shit.
Nickel:TIME TO SLEEP FA**OTS
*Ded*
Dammit man it's already sunlight! I can't!
Nickel: I have class. Fucking hell i need sleep.
*hugs* God help you.
Nickel: *dies*
Ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff-*Facedesk*
This story was bullshit not even a million words in, why the hell would they.
Now now, it's a tire fire, accuracy is important!
Whiskey: Actually I think it's a little ironic that more people on SV probably know of him from his lets reads. The random average Kancolle reader I run into on SV would either have read Belated Battleships, Indestructible Spirit, Changing Destiny or The Greatest Generation. I think that might actually be worse - outside of we merry few, he's unknown to the forum.
Oh? Well Wel Well, let''s see what this is about.
"I Know it's stupid but i'm going to keep doing it anyway" is not a valid excuse.
You stupid bitch, I could figure this shit out with google maps and like two minutes, half of that loading the goddamn pages.
That's not the issue you incompetent fucktard.
So you've always been, and admit to still being, utterly incompetent and unskilled at writing what you intend to.
At this point this could, and might, descend into me figuring out all the ways I can call you stupid.
Even when he fixes shit he still has to blow off the other person somehow.
But it is in-character for Damon to be this arrogant and stupid.
Hallelujah!
It's not a magic element you can just have do this shit though, it's fucking Aluminum.
I'm sorry my eyes have glazed of from the bullshit he's spewing, I'm calling in some backup.
Okay so first off
"
2. Even if you choose not to accept the aforementioned reason(s), the technology used to build ship girls is clearly not feasible IRL anyway and is basically a huge deus ex machina to establish ship girls as a prominent presence in the story. Protocols, cellular boosting, wetware technology in the form of Smartsteel (and have you even read Chapter 214? I'd hate to see how you'd react...oh wait, you probably haven't even gotten near it)...the point is, the technology that makes things like this even possible in the first place,"
Hhahahahahaha go to hell.
" . If you think that this story was intended to be written as a guide for modern 21st century warfighting for ship girls, I must confront you by saying that you are sorely wrong, and that while I try my best to base the story on realism, clearly this requires a degree of suspension of disbelief on the reader's part, which perhaps you are unable to exhibit. No wonder so many of this story's readers act the way they do towards it."
*Is actually pulling out hairs in disbelief*
I think he just took a shot at his own readers, holy shit.
Well bullshit jargon aside, he's saying "Oh this is future tech and it doesn't need to make sense to real world standards".
While he tries to make other things realistic, and to real world standards. You don't write well enough to get away with that, and it makes things even more jarring and nonsensical.
Whiskey: a modicum of realism could have been achieved by, oh, I dunno, doing the research.
Alternatively he could just have gone full Call of Duty and said, "Well, yeah, realism has taken a road trip here because this is basically running on the same mindset as Call of Duty." And that would be a bit more legit, IMO.Google motherfucker, he needs it.
Whiskey: We all need Google in our lives, @De3ta. Have you accepted Google as your search engine and research saviour?
It's either that or Bing. *Pukes in mouth*
Allow me to take a quote from my friend Sheo darren, and his live reaction to that last bit of bollocks.
Yeah, let's move on before I have a-fucking-nother migraine
Now I don't 100% recall what the fuck he did, all I do is "Track the frequency of the audio frequencies" or some other shit.
YOU THOUGHT IT WAS WHISKEY, BUT IT WAS ME, NICKEL: My god, this fuckin' guy.
Pfffft,
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFTAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA
*Falls out of chair*
Whiskey: Fuck no, you can't really keep up a running pace that long. Unless you're an Adeptus Astartes, one of the God-Emperor's Angels of Death.
" I've just removed all the mentions of the ballistics CPU from the story entirely since I feel that if I have no idea how something works, it's best just not mentioning it in the first place"
"if I have no idea how something works, it's best just not mentioning it in the first place"
Nickel:........ What the fu…….he's...he's serious here.
WHAT IS THIS! WHAT IS THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS! WHAT IS LIFE! (What is love, give me the sign)
MOTHERFUCKER-
If he wasn't lying to our faces with that (Spoilers: He is) then this fucking fic wouldn't still be around! Jesus christ on a pikestaff!
Whiskey: Hieda no Akyuu, these are the least of your worries. I was once like you. I thought the GG restart only needed some minor touch up here and there… but part of the reason it's on hiatus is because there's just so much that needs rethinking and reworking. And this is a story that we all - even you, oh author of Ambien - can agree is better than Ambien. And there are days when I who was beta on this story and basically inherited this story go "The Greatest Generation is diseased. Rotten to the core. There's no saving it - we need to pull it out by the roots. Wipe the slate clean. BURN IT DOWN! And from the ashes, a new Greatest Generation will be born. Evolved, but untamed!"
Whiskey quoting Senator Armstrong again *Ding*
Whiskey: In my defense, he's very memetastically quotable.
R32: i wake up...t this….i just read the A/N and about to read the chapter itself
Oh hey hash, I've been up all night and was gonna sleep but THIS, so I can relate.
Whiskey: …that's not actually fixing the problem here. This is like saying to someone: "Oh look there are cracks in your goddamn walls your house is collapsing under its own weight look the wallpaper's torn!" and they go "Thanks! I'll replace the wallpaper that'll cover the cracks." But the house is still cracking!
He'd break his god damn bones!
Whiskey: If you are not sure, go and find out jesus christ and you say you want more realism?!
….oh my god…
HE DOES KNOW WHAT GOOGLE MAPS IS! IT'S A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE!
Nicke: *rips out eyes and sticks head into bucket of table salt*
THE FUCKING ODDS IT'D BE TO HAVE THAT HAPPEN. AND IT'D STILL BE A FUCKING BULLET IN HIM!
Whiskey: Generally while there's a lot of talk of everyone shooting GPS and sending everyone back to the dark age of navigation, nobody really wants to do that and be an international pariah in the post-apoc rebuilding.
He….He's fucking with us right now, he has to be fucking with us right now. No one can be this fucking stupid.
Nickel: Someone slap me. This can't be real, there's no way he's this fucking dumb.
*Backhands Nickel*
Nickel: thank you.
Whiskey: F-14 Tomcat Lover once wrote in a PM to me "hang on I need to check my notes." On the other hand, it's F-14 Tomcat Lover.
THAT….fuck it, he has I.E.D's sittig in his truck for no reason.
Whiskey: That actually makes things more dangerous, and raises more questions about where the IEDs came from - if not magic - and well when you have jury-rigged explosives you really do not want them lying around in the back of your truck. This is an attempt to fix things that just the plotholes worse.
R32: Voodoo shark!
You lazy motherfucker, ignoring how stupid that whole bit with the night vision is, you lazy motherfucker. "It's just easier calling it night vision for the sake of consistency," Yes it is. This fic is Consistently illogical and wrong about everything.
Whiskey: Humans seeing in infrared spectrums? Eh, possible, i guess - the Sidewinder snake sees in IR, hence how the AIM-9 Sidewinder got its name. Would have been more plausible to state that his eyes have greater sensitivity in low-light conditions, like dogs, although an obvious caveat is that this means that bright lights would affect his eyes more, requiring him to wear sunglasses. Which makes Damon look cooler so I'm not sure this was a good idea or not, my bad folks. :/
He is fucking with us. God damn you Hackyuu, you are a tumor on the human race.
Whiskey: eh honestly, this isn't really a dealbreaker for me. *shrug*
Not that, this bit:
" Even though I understand you truly despise Damon as a character, please try not to forget that Damon is much stronger than your average human, "
He's trying to be "cute" again, and it's gross.
Whiskey: Feels a little sad, really.
R32:.......
Whiskey: Has he never seen Serbuan Maut? Aka Death Raid, aka The Raid: Redemption? Note the youtube links here: Badass of the Week: Iko Uwais You do not use a kerambit to punch into someone's skull, the blade is not designed for it. You use it to slice people and stab it into their throats and rip the throats out.
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I don't buy the argument that Murakumo should have immediately recognized what a shotgun was. Yes, they've been around for quite a while, and I do understand that for the most part, the basic, generic profile of a shotgun should be rather recognizable. But Murakumo is a warship, not a dedicated infantryman that she and the rest of the fleet eventually become - she's trained in naval warfare, not in urban/modern land combat, and throughout all this time, she's only ever used assault rifles and submachine guns and pistols. Not even the enemies so far in the story up until this point have been using shotguns, I don't think, though I could be wrong about this. Even if they were used in war before her time, and even if shotguns became standard-issue in the Japanese military, I just don't see Murakumo knowing what one is right away, since it's not like she's got a reason to know much about the IJA, other than how the IJA and the IJN were bitter rivals. It could also be that Murakumo, since she's not familiar with personal firearms, knows that the shotgun looks different from a regular assault rifle and doesn't want to call it something incorrect, so she just vaguely calls it "this thing". Either way, I won't change this.
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I like how chapter 11 got an entire section of this all to itself.
R32: shoild have filed for fic equivalent of bankruptcy protection long ago
It's still a small Deus Ex Machina, but this one is not as stupid.
Fuck off you utter dickhead.
Well that was the AN to chapter 251, that was disgustingly long and whiny.
It is now 6:37 AM EDT, I am going to go….fuck I dunno, make a baked potato and shit.
Nickel:TIME TO SLEEP FA**OTS
*Ded*
Dammit man it's already sunlight! I can't!
Nickel: I have class. Fucking hell i need sleep.
*hugs* God help you.
Nickel: *dies*