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Don't Shoot, We're Republican! - A Kantai Collection Quest

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TheBleachDoctor said:
The ships are being shipped on a ship to the ship harbor which is full of ships which fight the ships which fight the ships and are sunken ships of the ships that fight the ships which fight the ships which are the sunken ships of the ships of the ships that fight the ships which fight the ships which are the sunken ships of the ships of the ships that fight the ships which fight the ships which are the sunken ships of the ships of the ships that fight the ships which fight the ships which are the sunken ships of the ships of the ships that fight the ships which fight the ships which are the sunken ships of the ships of the ships that fight the ships which fight the ships which are the sunken ships of the ships of the ships that fight the ships which fight the ships which are the sunken ships of the ships of the ships that fight the ships which fight the ships which are the sunken ships of the ships of the ships that fight the ships which fight the ships which are the sunken ships of the ships of the ships that fight the ships which fight the ships which are the sunken ships of the ships of the ships that fight the ships which fight the ships which are the sunken ships of the ships of the ships that fight the ships which fight the ships which are the sunken ships of the ships of the ships that fight the ships which fight the ships which are the sunken ships of the ships of the ships that fight the ships which fight the ships which are the sunken ships of the ships of the ships that fight the ships which fight the ships which are the sunken ships of the ships of the ships that fight the ships which fight the ships which are the sunken ships of the ships
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I'd like to see Willy × Madham × Atlanta true philidalphic love.

Though since you ask... With the USN's luck in-universe we could end up with an ice breaker, or shoot great lakes freighter, and we'd make use if her because we need everybody right now.

So... Northwind × Willy × Edmund Fitzgerald love triangle?
 
wingnut2292 said:

Heretic! Madokami is the One True Goddess of our hearts! :p​
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MissingJimbo said:
You do realize that the thread is full of PMMM fans, most of whom are veteran yuri shippers and prefer Madoka over Haruhi, right?
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Ney! Haruhi is the one true god! I worship Haruhi even before Madoka was born and I ain't converting to some fishy magical girl covenant.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I make enemy in SV.
 
Slayers148 said:
Ney! Haruhi is the one true god! I worship Haruhi even before Madoka was born and I ain't converting to some fishy magical girl covenant.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I make enemy in SV.
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Good sir! I would meet you at the Fields of Honor, at the break of dawn!

Just kidding! I was just trying to make a joke.
 
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8 - All on Display
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    • [X] Sleep, you're tired.
    It's been a long day, and you're tired, having gone without sleep for far too long. As a warship, you never knew what sleep was, but now?
    As your eyelids slowly droop close, you ponder that perhaps this is an inconvenience to your new life...

    ....

    3 Months Ago...

    The hallways of the Administrative Building in the Pearl Harbor "Naval District" are shiny and new, all glass and plaster. They've still got that new construction smell to them, too. It's not dissimilar to the smells that once permeated your own interior when you launched from the shipyards, but the concept of smell is still fairly new to you. At least, now you can appreciate it.

    Your steps are even and controlled as you follow your guide... which is small and diminutive.
    A tiny little robot trundles along the floor, and you follow it with barely-masked curiosity. Apparently, the Ship Girl sections of the Naval District are not just new, but criminally understaffed. You suppose you can understand that; the department itself is criminally undermanned, but judging from the fanfare at the successful summoning of little old you, you suppose that it was a great achievement. You'll have to ask why that is later.

    Either way, human personnel are scarce, giving the building a feeling of abandonment, if not for the little cheap robots tasked with menial tasks. From what you were told, they're based off of an automated vacuum. Times have certainly changed since you sank. You never would have imagined that you would come back to life in the future, or that the future would use little automatic vacuums to lead people around in military bases!
    Man, future people must be lazy.

    The robot stops just outside a heavy pair of wood and steel doors. It turns to face you and intones, "The Admiral will see you now," before it turns, and travels down the hallway again.

    You pause when you see it spin 90 degrees, trundle out onto an unfinished balcony, and plunge off a rail-less platform.

    The resultant crash and yelp of surprise and pain from below causes you to wince, as you hear a despairing wail mourn, "My tulips!"

    Slowly, you push open the door to your Admiral's room after knocking. You met her once before, when you were summoned. She only said one thing to you, so you didn't get a good handle on what she was like. You wonder what kind of person she is? You hope that she-

    "Porter, welcome!" your Admiral greets you amicably, her short brown hair and pale complexion framed by her pristine dress uniform, "Come in, please, and have a seat."

    You only half-hear what she just said, because something else has commanded your attention.

    Your Admiral's office has shelves. Many, many shelves. Upon those many, many shelves are countless models. Ship models. Wall to wall, interspersed with b-beauty shots of ships underway, ships anchored... oh god, is that a ship in drydock? You can see everything.

    Your eyes are drawn to one specific Fletcher-class model among many other DD models, some of the same class, some older, some new enough that you don't recognize them.
    It's a lovingly painted and assembled model. You'd recognize your own lines anywhere. Your designation, DD-579, is stenciled on the side.... oh dear, the fine attention to detail is... Your hull on display for all to see... All these hulls on display....

    Your eyes, pupils now fully dilated in panic, dart back to your Admiral, who is still cheerfully waiting for you to sit. What happens if you sit down? For an Admiral who does... this? She might be some sort of deviant! In fact, you're convinced! Only a deviant would put such things on public display!

    {Options}​
    [] Run away screaming.

    [] Sit down. You... You have no choice.

    [] Write in...
     
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    • [X] Sit and and try to calm down.
    -[X] Just breathe. Breathe normal, that'll make you calm.
     
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