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64089 No.5116   [Reply]

Well I can't bring myself to write more TWQ just yet, but I have the begining of some other writings I would like to share. Enjoy faggots

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You are Leftenant Matthews of the Queen's own 1st Royal Dragoons. You have long since lost your steed, forcing you to preform your reconnaissance duties on foot. You don't really mind however, as it gets you out of those boring trenches. Your current objective is to find out what the German Army was plotting, as rumors have emerged that they have been slowly retreating from the area. The British Expeditionary Force has been reinforcing itself for an offensive, and if the Hun has backed out now, you and your allies armies could smash through and break this stalemate.

Your jackboots crush mud and gore as you run through no-mans land at dawn, the only illumination being the low moon and the exploding artillery rounds miles away. And the people back home said this war was a sad thing, it's exciting! Always a fight to be had, and new things to see! Your pride burns brightly in your chest as you level your Enfield at a blurry shape in the distance, firing through it's midsection. You work the bolt as scream in German replies, with a thud of the body as it falls into the mud. You smile wickedly, firing again into another blurry figure. You work the bolt again, firing at several more targets, each further and further away. You laugh at the ease you defeat your opponents, fumbling around in a back pocket for a few rounds for your Enfield.

A few rounds brush between your arm and tunic, making you flinch in surprise. You didn't manage to load any new rounds, so you make sure your trusty bayonet is secure, and you rush the German firing at you. With a wet squish, you impale your blade into his gut. By applying downward pressure, you open a large wound that seeps blood onto the muddy field as the Hun howls in pain. You pull your bayonet clear as your shields flare up, blocking several more would-be lethal shots.

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>> No.5120  



Stopped reading

>> No.5124  


Give her the dick.

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Gundula Rall

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Hey! There are two of us! Now neither of us will be kota I mean virgins!

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Ass thread?

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Where dem azzes at

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235806 No.4621   [Reply]

All you smell is the scent of freshly turned mud and the stench of decaying flesh. Gripping your Enfield, you peer over the top of your trench. The fog is exceptionally thick today, it’s almost impossible to even see jerry today.. Not long after poking your head out, the indiscriminate impacts of artillery force you to dive for cover, a nearby round spattering you in muck. Over the din of combat, you can hear a female voice whisper unintelligible things into your ear as something pokes you in the chest.

"Colonel, you can't sleep in today, there are things to do! Witches to inspect! Get up!” The voice hums into your ear, warm breath disrupting the hairs on the back of your neck.

“Fine fine.” You manage, rising out of the bed as you rub the sleep out of your eyes. You yawn, swinging your feet out of bed. With feet firmly planted on the ground, you get out of your bed, stretching as you walk over to your wardrobe. You put your service dress on with no problem, it feels a bit tighter then you remember though. ‘Oh well.’ you say to yourself, turning to face your the girl who woke you up.

“Finally you are awake!” She says, cute blonde bob haircut swaying ever so slightly. “The rest of the division has arrived, so you better get down there before the witches start feeling up the men.” She jokes. Damn, where do you remember her from? Your mind has yet to catch up to the rest of your body. You sigh and go to leave the room as you hear the witch, at least, you think she’s a witch, all she’s wearing is a long ribbed sweater now that you focus your eyes.“Forgetting something?” She says, pointing to your desk.

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where muh tanks at

>> No.5032  

so is this dead again?

>> No.5035  

Nah, he told me he was still writing stuff. Just taking it slow I think.

>> No.5036  

it's just rewriting what he has
take it any slower and he'll go back in time

>> No.5038  


I'll have more by the weekend... hopefully

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208056 No.1723   [Reply]

I was just randomly browsing the internets and a found a few somethings you guys NEED to see

Shit Fighter Pilots Never Say:

There Are No Fighter Pilots In Hell

The Frigin' Flyin' Fort

Army Air Force Heaven
(Just ignore the video)

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>> No.1806  

DCS A-10C- Trust in your wingman
Some very close calls.

DCS A-10C- Brave Endeavor
Triple A anyone?

DCS A-10C- High Stakes
Abort? We just started!

>> No.1850  

Thought you guys might also like this:


>> No.1860  

Everyone's probably seen it, but no thread like this could ever be complete without this...


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>> No.4859  

Because Humor


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16050 No.1128   [Reply]

Awwwwww yeeeeah


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>> No.4792  

The closed beta's awesome. Just gonna leave that there.

>> No.4793  

but WoWP is just a really awful warthunder

>> No.4794  

I tried WarThunder. The controls are atrocious. If you don't use a joystick you can't manoeuvrer, but if you don't use a mouse you can't hit anything. So you have to use BOTH, or be insanely good at using one.

>> No.4802  

... and yet, the controls are still better than World of Warplanes

>> No.4803  


>if you use a mouse you can't maneuver

The mouse controls are just fine. Even people who usually use a stick say that the mouse controls are better.

l2fly scrub

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312689 No.4786   [Reply]

December 24th 23:59
RCAF Station Port Alberni, British Columbia

'Twas the night before Witchmas, when all thro' the base
Not a witch was stirring, not even Riley
Who can't shut up for like five goddamn minutes;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Harrison soon would be there;
The witches were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of-


Scarlet rubbed her red rear, sore from the fall,
As she emerged from the chimney, proud and tall.

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“For Buzz, some- Oh wow... Some frilly lingerie.”
The garments near see-through, would make any man's day.
“For Reggie, a new knife, so martians she'll slice.”
Scarlet admired the blade, it was really quite nice.

“For Diane, some smokes, because really, what else?”
“And some soap and perfume, because that shit really smells.”
The gifts were wrapped gaily, like a good present ought.
“For Wendy, some peace, for her war's been hard fought.”

“For Kate, a... oh. This... Um.”
She held the device high, between finger and thumb.
“This... thing, for she must be quite lonely.”
Scarlet dropped it into the stocking, always holding it by two fingers only.

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>> No.4788  

Wendy awoke with a start in the night,
The vision she'd seen in her mind still burned bright.
“Oh dear god,” she announced, “that was far too lewd.”
Shocked at images in her dreams she had viewed.

“What's the matter, dear?” Her wife asked beside her.
“I dreamt of something that simply must not occur.
It was lewd, it was crude and it was downright dirty!”
“How awful~” Minnie purred in a voice all too flirty.

Kate shot up in her bed, holding her head in her hand,
The dreams in her mind she tried to understand.
“That shit's fucked up. I should really quit drinking.”
But a sound from outside rudely interrupted her thinking.

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>> No.4789  

Merry Christmas, ye fagets.

Hope to see you in Strike Witches Crimson on the 28th.

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They should really eat less junk before they go to sleep.

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70657 No.4686   [Reply]

that feel when planefag ruins Christmas

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762862 No.4666   [Reply]

Why can't I hold all these gifts?
24 Dec 2012$6.24Purchase
Binary Domain

23 Dec 2012$8.74Purchase
Mount & Blade: Complete

23 Dec 2012$16.96Purchase
Sniper Elite V2, Sniper Elite V2 Rifle Pack and Hitler Mission, Sniper Elite V2 Fuel Dump DLC, Sniper Elite V2 The Landwehr Canal Pack DLC

23 Dec 2012$7.49Purchase
Dragon Age: Origins - Ultimate Edition

22 Dec 2012$9.99Purchase

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>> No.4677  

24 Dec 2012$51.19Purchase
Iron Warriors, Skyrim, Skyrim - Dawnguard, Mass Effect Collection

And probably my last sekret sanyan for the season. Merry Christmas!

And kota is a cunt

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2428658 No.4544   [Reply]

Picture related. Video soon.

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You are just mad jelly Deme

>> No.4610  


>Giving me your physical address

I don’t give a fuck who you are or where you live, you can count of me to be there to bring your fucking life to a hellish end. I’ll put you in so much fucking pain that it’ll make Jesus being nailed to a cross in the desert look like a fucking back massage on a tropical island. I don’t give a fuck how tough you are, how well you can fight, or how many fucking guns you own to protect yourself. I’ll fucking show up at your house when you aren’t at home. I’ll turn all the lights on in your house, leave all the water running, open your fridge door and not close it, and turn on your gas stove burners and let them waste gas. I’ll start replacing pictures in your house with pictures of a nice black family of four who live across the street from me. I’ll turn all the televisions in your house to the highest volume then turn the t.v. off so that when you next go to turn on your local news you’ll be blasted by horrible, horrible screams. You’re going to start stressing the fuck out, your blood pressure will triple, and you’ll have a fucking heart attack. You’ll go the hospital for heart operation, and the last thing you’ll see when you’re being put under in the operating room is me hovering above you, dressed like a doctor. When you wake up after the operation, you’ll be scared for your fucking life, wondering what I did to you while you were being operated on, wondering what ticking time bomb is in your chest waiting to go off. However, you’ll recover fully from your heart operation. You’ll go home, open your closet door to put your coat up, and that’s when you’ll discover me hiding there, knife in hand. I’ll stab you over 20 times, but I’ll be sure to avoid a kill shot to make sure you don’t die just yet. As you lie on the floor bleeding out, tears running down your face as you try to suck in air, I’ll kneel down next to you and slowly begin to lick the blood off your face. Right before you finally die, I’ll lean down, put my lips right up to your ear and whisper “Baseball…” and then smile as you finally stop breathing and pass away.

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>I’ll fucking show up at your house when you aren’t at home.

Implying I'm not always at my house.
Implying I won't just bayonet you in the gut and then piss in the wound.
Implying I wasn't drunk when I typed out half my address, leaving out town, state and zipcode.
Implying Dragon Dildoes.

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>Personal Thought Process while this is going on

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8627 No.442   [Reply]

Inb4 Panzer

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Why the Konigstiger?

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Also, posting this because I want to.

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>> No.448  

Neat, I was looking for that gif

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