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... what's all this then? Papa-N? I think I recognize that name from dusty legends somewhere.

Now joking aside, good to have you back.

HOLEEE SHEEEEEET!!!

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Pic related, it's Papa-N

You bastard.
Right when I am about to go to sleep.
Have fun Papa and may it always be catgirls.

The eight of you now make your way through the rusted, dark innards of the massive steel beast, deeper and deeper into the bowels. Despite yourself, you can't help but feel a bit more at ease with four gruff CTOF leading the way. Their suppressed USP .45's are quiet enough to not attract too much attention, either.

"So you think you know where to find radiation gear, eh?" You ask even as you plunge your ice-blade into the neck of a zombie about to get TOO friendly.

"Possibly. There should be some extra stuff like that in the Marine barracks. MOPP suits and the like, possibly some heavier duty stuff as well." Plissken shrugs and keeps slithering along.

You nod your head appricietivley as you strike at another zombie.

Mostly though, all of you kind of just stand behind the towering Scylla, Jackson, who is more or less just a whirling blender of zombie decapitation. The razor sharp cleavers in several of his tentacles make short, silent work of the stumbling undead as he moves through the hallways.

"So when did you find out? About the ice-core, I mean?" One of the two frosts, Vince, asks as politely as one can ask such a question.

"Not long ago, which is good I guess. Means I have more time to try to deal with it."

The other frost, Nikki, gives you a friendly clap on the shoulder, "Well we've got our own mission to sink this bitch, but we'll help you any way we can while we're here."

"Hold up." Bill hisses, grabbing the back of Tomoe's sling to stop her.

"What is it, Bill? What do you see with your incubus eyes?" You hover over his shoulder, looking concerned.

"..."

"What is it, Ivan? What do you smell with your bearish..."

*BANG*

The ceiling in front of you crashes down in an instant, forcing all of you to leap back in surprise, lights dancing across the jagged metal as it settles into place. For a brief lapse, no one moves an inch, says a word.

Until you see it above.

Flashlights?

"Move!" Plissken shouts, shoving you aside as gunfire erupts from above. Bullets spark against the metal walls, illuminating the hall in a flashing orange glow.

He doesn't need to say it twice, the eight of you scramble for cover around a corner as rounds continue to skip past. You know the bullets are close to hitting their mark, you can hear the snaps and the zips as they blow past.

"Did they send a second team? What's going on?!" Jackson grunts as he sticks his M60 around the corner to return fire and hopefully dissuade whoever just tried to kill you from getting any closer.

"Unless your second team was Russian, I don't think so. That was AK fire." Ivan shakes his head.

"There was no second team, and whoever that is, I don't think they want to talk." Plissken lights a cigarette and starts fumbling in a large pouch on his vest.

[ ] Bypass hallway to find a new route

[ ] Engage hostiles

[ ] Try to reason with whoever is shooting

[ ] other?

>>20088057
Fuck yes generation A!

>76 total hours this week
>get home, fall asleep every night
>huge backlog of shit I haven't been able to watch this season, haven't been on /a/ in weeks so I swear to god if anyone spoils anything...

On the plus side, with so much overtime I didn't feel too bad ordering a few cases of PTR food

>>20088178
I honestly don't understand how you can bear going to /a/ papa
You are far too cool a guy to fit in there.

>>20088148
[X] Bypass hallway to find a new route
They're most likely here to take or destroy the fissionable materials, we need ask them what they've already cleaned up.

>>20088148
The special forces guys probably can't just let this go, their mission is to stop disreputable people getting stuff off this carrier, and shooting at us makes these people disreputable. So as much as I'd like to just find another way around I don't want to separate from the guys with big guns.
They don't seem very talkative either, so [x] Engage I guess.

>>20088148

>first time joining in a running papa-n thread
>wish i could stay for the full duration

they probably had a clear view of our group from above so my guess is they don't like sharing.

they have the high ground so fighting from our position would be risky.

i presume Ivan speaks Russian so maybe have him shout something as a distraction (see if they really are Russian) while we find a way to flank those bastards.

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>>20088190

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>>20088148
>What do you see with your incubus eyes?
>What do you smell with your bearish...
>mitt ansikte när

[x] Try to reason with whoever is shooting

>>20088148
[x] Try to reason with whoever is shooting
Diplomacy tiem.

Also watched Generation Kill, it was awesome.

>>20088186
Eh, they have good threads, you just have to dig. I don't even go on before maybe 10pm or so, same as /k/ for the most part. /a/ certainly does have their fair share of shit threads, but so does every board.

What little time I've spent on 4chan recently has been from my phone while we're driving around, because at least the boss doesn't have me driving. Lots of newbies we're training up because we expanded our routes to include a lot of Flint and the worst parts of Saginaw. Which also means every truck gets a 12ga now and I've taken to bringing my AR15 along.

2-2-2 tie I think

>>20088270
>Which also means every truck gets a 12ga now and I've taken to bringing my AR15 along.
Are you sure you are not living in Liberia?

>>20088270
Wait, what kind of job do you have that requires an assault rifle?

[ ] Try to reason with whoever is shooting
but prepare to
[ ] Engage hostiles

I vote for attempting to reason first

rolled 1 = 1

Engage hostiles!

>>20088305
When you get into some areas in Flint and Saginaw, it pretty much is. The locals pack serious heat so I'd rather have some of my own to match if shit gets really serious. Around the nicer areas I just roll with my sidearm but not in places where they'll kill you just for being white.

>>20088307
I work for a local armored truck company, we're pretty small but better than Brinks and shit who hire just anyone and none of them can shoot worth a damn.


"Yeah they might not want to, but it's worth a try. Maybe they're just here for the same kind of shit we are?" You run through a few scenarios in your head. The most likely one being a contingent of spidergirls looking for whatever it is they eat.

"Are there Russian spidergirls?" You ask out loud to no-one in particular, but edge close to the corner and shout during a lull of gunfire before Ivan can weigh in on that.

"Hey, you all! Mind maybe telling us why you're lighting us up and shit?! We're not catgirls, rest assured!"

The gunfire doesn't resume for a moment, and you can barely make out the chatter of the group possibly trying to kill you. Though you can't really hear it all to well, what with ringing ears and all, you know that it isn't English.

"Ivan?"

Your werebear friend shakes his head but leans a bit closer, ears pricking up as he tries to listen in. You can see the understanding in his eyes

"That isn't Russian, it's not even slavic... I think it might be some dialect of Arabic? I'm no language expert, though." He's about to say more when he's interrupted.

"We come for what we want, you turn away and go now! Go or we shoot!" Shouts the voice, though it sounds quite muffled and the accent is very thick. They emphasize their point with several long, sustained bursts of gunfire. With the sound echoing through the metal hall, it's impossible to distinguish just how many there are.

Plissken motions for you to follow, his team already stacked up behind him.

"I guess this mission wasn't just for nothing. My guess is they're after whatever fissile materials they can get. If you want any gear we need to make it fast, I'm blowing this ship in ten."

>>20088491
>I'm blowing this ship in ten.
Oh you faggot!

>>20088491
Whoever heard of terrorists speaking Arabic?

As much as you'd like to try to talk him out of it, you know that isn't going to happen. It probably wouldn't have worked before learning there was another group here anyways...

Shit, your dad is going to be disappointed to find out that there wont be an opportunity to scrap this ship out. A lot of money is about to meet the seafloor. Money you could have invested in something sound and profitable, like a Dullahan strip joint where the girls dance while their heads sit on tables with the audience and chat.

Plissken sets a brisk pace through the halls now, his keen eyes scanning just as quickly. Caution completely gone now, the CTOF don't make much effort to stay quiet as they move. When zombies appear, they get cut down quickly by the big guns.

"This way, we're almost at the barracks." He ducks through a corridor and up a flight of steps.

The two frosts take guard at the rear as the rest of you move in.

You barely make it inside before almost fumbling a package tossed at you as Plissken and Jackson rifle through some lockers and chests.

"That's a good setup right there, if you're going to the deadlands it should work well enough. Here." He kicks a duffel bag over toward you, "Six more of them in there, you didn't say how many you needed."

You take a quick look inside and see a lot of sealed packages with words and codes you're not familiar with, but most of them confirm the contents as radiation gear.

"You're sure this is the right stuff?" You can't help but ask, tearing open a package containing and coming face-to-face with a broad face-shield of some kind.

"Same stuff I used back when I wasn't a snake, so yeah. Now as much as I'm just dying to hang around on this fucking ship full of zombies and terrorists, we need to blow this thing. I'll wait long enough for you to take off, but make it quick." He points toward a closed hatch at the far end of the room, "There's a flight of stairs that will take you to the top just through there, we're going to rig up the big one so you go on ahead."

As he says that, one of the frosts moves in and sets down the large backpack he'd been wearing.

"What is that?" Tomoe frowns as the other frost bends down next to the pack.

"Something we didn't want to have to use if we could avoid it." Plissken says gravely, checking his watch.

"A W54..." Bill swallows as he stares at the pack.

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>>20088672
>W54
Nice

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>>20088672
... They're going to scuttle a ship... with a 10-250 ton nuclear warhead. (Is it a MK-24 Davy Crockett or a W-54 for the AIM-26?)

That's goddamn overkill x10.
They could just rig up some high explosive charges, bash a few holes and let the bulkheads flood...

"...A what now?" You give your incubus friend a puzzled look.

"Tactical nuclear warhead." Plissken answers for him, "I don't want to give them any chances to pull anything out of this ship. This bad bitch will sink it a lot faster than the c-4 we'd rigged up, a four man team can't exactly hump enough of that to down a carrier too quick."

On reflex you take a big step back from the backpack, though that wouldn't actually do you a lick of good, you can't help yourself. You know "suitcase nukes" are a thing, but you've never actually seen one in person. They'd been used once or twice during the war, before the massive strike that had created the deadlands. Being this close to one... You've never felt so uneasy in your life... And you once had a succubus say the words "down the urethra" while leaning toward your groin.

"You aren't going to do some kind of heroic "down with the ship" bullshit, are you? Because that would be..."

Jackson cuts you off, "I've got bitches to land, I'm not about to die here if I can help it. You four need to get moving, make it fast." The dark Scylla nods his head toward the door, "You don't exactly have a lot of time if you want to get that plane in the air."

"So how in the fuck are YOU going to survive?!" You gawk.

"Because the sub we came on can crash dive and scoot away with enough time to make it out." Nikki grins, "Now seriously, get going!"

In other situations, you might have stood around for a bit. Shot the shit, had a cig.

But not standing next to a nuclear warhead, no matter how "small" or "tactical".

Your feet move on their own, propelling you quickly toward the hatch that Plissken had pointed out. You don't even need to look back to know that Bill, Ivan, and Tomoe are hot on your heels. You just run.

Ivan makes it to the hatch before you do, and more or less just tears it off of it's hinges before holding it open for the rest of you before ducking through himself. Which isn't easy for him in his bear form, as his shoulders scrape both sides as he worms on through.

"And here I was thinking we were just about safe, when they start arming a nuke!" Tomoe laments as Bill pulls her along faster and faster by her hand, "Why can't we all just use swords!?"

"Because I don't get an erection every time I swing a sword like I do when I shoot a gun, and swords are... Why are we even debating this? Fucking run!" You make it past your friends, onto the landing, and end up face-first into something squishy.

"Boing?" You frown, before stepping back so you can stare at the tits in a wetsuit in front of you.

The figure in the gas mask takes a fast step back, gripping the AK uneasily, but she doesn't shoot. You can't tell what kind of "she" that she is, but you get the feeling that trying to identify her species with your weaponlight might not be the greatest of ideas.

[ ] "I don't have time to fondle tits, no matter how great! Nuke on the ship, bitch, get running!"

[ ] "We'll ignore you, you ignore us, we all win, got it?"

[ ] Light her up, take no chances.

[ ] other?

rolled 92 = 92

>>20088901
[x] "I don't have time to fondle tits, no matter how great! Nuke on the ship, bitch, get running!"

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>>20088901
>[x] "I don't have time to fondle tits, no matter how great! Nuke on the ship, bitch, get running!"
>[x] "We'll ignore you, you ignore us, we all win, got it?"

Bitch, you got 45 seconds... fourty fo, fourtaay three, fourtaaaay two

>>20088901
>[X] "I don't have time to fondle tits, no matter how great! Nuke on the ship, bitch, get running!"
If there is ever a time to run like a bitch it is now.

>>20088901
[x] "I don't have time to fondle tits, no matter how great! Nuke on the ship, bitch, get running!"

>>20088901
[x] "I don't have time to fondle tits, no matter how great! Nuke on the ship, bitch, get running!"
Seems about right

>>20088901

[ ] "I don't have time to fondle tits, no matter how great! Nuke on the ship, bitch, get running!"

by popular course

and Ivan grabs and slings her over a shoulder and doesn't realize this until after we are airborne.

>>20088901
[x]"There's no time to explain, just run!"

>>20088901
[ ] "I don't have time to fondle tits, no matter how great! Nuke on the ship, bitch, get running!"

>>20088901
[ ] "I don't have time to fondle tits, no matter how great! Nuke on the ship, bitch, get running!"
Like there is any option other than this.

"I don't have time to fondle tits, no matter how great! Nuke on the ship, bitch, get running!" You push past her and grab her hand, pulling her about face and into a hard run behind you.

"Why are you helping a terrorist?" Tomoe belts out from behind, clearly aggravated and confused.

"I am not terrorist, fluffy tails!" The girl in the wetsuit snarls from behind her gas mask. Tomoe stiffens at the remark.

"Then why are you here and why did you shoot at us?" Your incubus friend asks, and you take notice that it wouldn't be difficult for him to run her through from where he's at. A fact he seems well aware of.

"We here for... You do not need know, but not terrorist. Anywhere we go we shot at, so sometimes we shoot first."

"So you say you're not a terrorist, but the CTOF was worried someone would try to snag stuff for a dirty bomb off this ship and I'm not going to lie it seems like you fit the bill." You nonetheless keep pulling her along after you.

"Tch! Make bomb? You think we want make bomb? We tired of bombs." The girl wrenches her wrist out of your hand as you come upon a group dressed similar to her.

For a second, it seems as though they're about to blow you away, until the one you'd been pulling along belts out a few quick lines in whatever language they speak and the others lower their guns slightly.

"Is this true? There's a nuke on the ship?" One of the others asks, and you guess she's the leader. Her accent is much less thick and her English isn't broken.

You nod.

"Damn! We'll be leaving, then." The leader says before shouting a few orders to the team behind her, "We won't shoot you on the way out..." She reaches up and grabs you lightly by the chin, staring at you through the gas mask. At least you think so, you can't see her eyes.

"Your warning probably saved my girls, so you have my thanks... I won't forget that."

Another few quick foreign words and the group start quickly down a different hall, away from you.

"What the fuck just happened?" You gawk, "One minute it's tits, than terrorists, than not terrorists, than more tits, and now we're alone again..."

Ivan opens his mouth, closes it, and shrugs, "Women?"

"On an abandoned carrier full of zombies... Fuck me, that doesn't even seem weird anymore. Man, though, tits in a wetsuit? I didn't even know I had that fetish." You can't help but grin.

"As riveting as it is listening to this conversation, might I suggest we oh I don't know... Get to the plane?!" Tomoe jabs you in the shoulder with a fist and starts up the stairs again.

Hah, she's probably just jealous her's wouldn't be almost exploding out of a wetsuit.

Oh wait, Plissken said ten minutes, right? Yeah it's probably time to run.

>>20089100

oh.
my.
god.

were they catgirls!?

>>20089106
Nah, couldn't be

rolled 97 = 97

>>20089106
You know with his luck...yeah they were catgirls.

>>20089116
I bet it was spider girls.

We never got a chance to ask them what they eat.

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>>20089106
... oh... no. No. He wouldn't be so cruel... no... wait... yes he would... maybe... argh...

>captcha: feedme ventricles
Uhm... when did my captcha become the sungod Huitzilopochtli.
It wants to be fed... hearts.

>>20089139
First Planefag cuts the matressfort to shreads, and now Papa took the catgirls away.... I fucking love this weekend.

>>20089116
>>20089120
>>20089139

on the bright side:
>"Your warning probably saved my girls, so you have my thanks... I won't forget that."

all is not lost gentlemen.

>forealc once

Not that there's any other option, because Ivan is running behind you now so if you slow down or stop you'll get trampled. Probably the werebear's plan, because it gets you all moving in a hurry.

"Bill, Tomoe, you two just cut the lines while we get the engines started! It's going to be a close one!"

So busy are you shouting out orders, that you actually run headfirst into a zombie on the stairs.

Scratch that, a lot of zombies. As if the idea of being trapped on a carrier about to be blown apart by a small nuke wasn't stressful enough.

Thankfully, you brought a Saiga 12 along. The slugs blow off limbs and large chunks of flesh as the automatic shotgun opens up in your hands, you actually have to step down once from the recoil on the metal stairs.

"Hahaha! Come get it you undead fucksss! Ahahaa... Eh?" You look down at the gun as it stops all too suddenly, and in the dim light you can still see the problem.

A failure to extract, the shell now crushed up inside the chamber as another attempts to force itself into it in one giant shot-shell on Kalashnikov action clusterfuck.

>Primary weapon jammed
>Your next action should be?

>and yes this is a /k/ check

>>20089188
Use angry Russian werebear as battering ram.

>>20089188
>Sidearms exist for a reason
>Fiddle with the jam later, get killy now
>Failing that, bayonet the things. You did bring a bayonet right? Right? No? Well crap.
>Slap it against a bulkhead in a panic, since you don't have a 2x4.

>All of the above at once!

>>20089188

>don't go to /k/
>fuck me sideways

i'll assume it wont be as easy as pulling the out the shells so i'll go with using it as a melee weapon...

yeah i got nothing...

>>20089188
Ice blades!

>>20089188
But I don't know shit about guns. Use it as a melee weapon until all the knocks dislodge the jam?
That's stupid, just switch to another gun. I think we have other guns.

>>20089188
Did we load a shell backwards?
either drop and pull side arm, or use it as a club.

rolled 17 = 17

>>20089188
What, no picture? You disappoint me Papa.

Rolling to unjam gun

>>20089188
If we're smart we have the shotgun on a sling so we can let go, turn on ice blades or pull out our side arm, kill the immediate threat, which really can't hurt us with only being a zombie and us having the Frost Armor, then fix the Saiga.

>>20089188
Switch to sidearm.

After using sidearm to clear threats, reload sidearm, THEN deal with jam.

I've watched me some Magpul videos in my time

Switch to sidearm, fuck with Saiga later.

Hey Papa what AR is gud?

I was all set to get an M&P 15 but then some guy in Colorado killed twelve people with one so now I want to avoid that stigma and whatnot.

Holy fuck, guys. Draw sidearm, continue to fight.

You use your sidearm to fight to your rifle (in this case, shotgun). That's why you HAVE a sidearm.

>>20089401
But killing people is the whole point of an assault rifle.

When your primary weapon goes down for whatever reason and there is still a threat that needs to be dealt with, it is almost always the correct course of action to resort to your sidearm until you have a chance to safely get your primary back into the fight.

Which is why you immediately drop the Saiga, which falls against your chest with its sling, and draw your sidearm. The M&P 9mm comes smoothly out of the kydex holster as you level the pistol and start firing even as you take a few steps back down the stairs.

Another undead gets too close, and you shove an ice-blade through the bottom of his jaw and out his head.

This gives your friends enough time to react, Bill and Ivan opening up with their submachine guns as Tomoe fiddles with her safety, racks the charging handle for no reason, and aims the gun a good second after the landing is already cleared.

"We're going to give you a little more training on one of those I think..." You comment, taking a moment to remove the magazine and clear the jam out of the Saiga, and to reload your sidearm.

Tomoe just grumbles something about "so uncivilized" as she glares at the MP5SD in her hands.

You can deal with that later, right now you just want off this ship.

"I am so sick of these motherfucking zombies on this motherfucking ship!" You growl as you crush the skull of one of them as it attempts to rise again again.

Back to running up the stairs, it takes several more flights until you find the door you've been looking for. "Exit."

With a joyous shout, you kick it open and dash out into the cool sea air beyond. "Umi Daaaaa!!!"

You don't think you've ever been so relieved to see that old seaplane in your life.

>>20089401
Depends on your budget. M&P is a good one, don't let the shooting dissuade you.

I've got an LMT that I like. The lower doesn't really matter that much, you don't really need a Colt lower or anything. IIRC Palmetto and Spikes are some of the best lower for the $$ (as in they don't ship out of spec shit).

Upper I'd either go 16" mid-length or 14.5" carbine-length with a pinned/welded barrel attachment if you want a carbine style AR.

>>20089413

>totally forgot we had more guns
>probably need to sleep soon

well, at least most anon know what to do right?

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>>20089458
>"Umi Daaaaa!!!"
Pffft!

>odelif cumrab
Uhm...

>>20089493
Personally I like the idea behind Noveske's 13.7in Infidel upper. I just don't like monolithic uppers.

That and 1500 for an upper is kind of a joke.

>Sodomy, bondage, stalker, dancing, miniatures and roleplaying all weekend
>Return from ropecon
>Find out that Papa-N has a new threat
Good to have ya back in business, even if I ain't gonna be of any use this nigh-
>Wetsuit
Allright, I'll be drawing if anyone needs me. Sleep is for the weak, my ropecon sleep rhythm shall continue for another night!

Also, I found that there's an english book of translated finnish spell songs, and I bought it just because if someone else asks about them.

>Jam
Yank the bolt and let it go.
If not fixed, do again.
If not fixed, the feed is fucked and you change to sidearm.

If nothing of this post made sense, then I blame my failing internet connection, lack of sleep and images of wetsuit beauties. third time writing this
because captcha.

>decide to look up wetsuits
>add it to my fetish list

anything anyone would like to add before i call it a day?

"Get to ze planneee!!!" You belt in your best actionheroterminatoradulterer voice as you start for the craft yourself.

Your friends don't need any prompting, running just as hard as you are, no one at all wanting to get caught up in the blast from a nuke, no matter how "small".

Taking the rungs two at a time, you already see Bill's cut one line and Tomoe is readying to cut the other. Ivan simply cannonballs down into the water and swims to the plane, that showoff.

So laden down that you can't even fit into the seat, you nonetheless get the engines started. Times like these really make you yearn for the jetbike, which can fire up quickly compared to these old props. Beating at the dash and screaming obscenities doesn't seem to make anything go any quicker, but it makes you feel better at least.

You hear Tomoe and Bill drop down onto the plane and swing themselves inside. That's all you needed to max the throttles and get the nose pointed away from the massive ship. The engines growl, straining from the stress as you push them for everything they've got.

After what feels like FAR too long, the craft finally gets moving.

"Strap yourselves in, I have a feeling it could get bumpy!" You call back, still standing as you can't sit in all the armor and gear, not into that small pilot seat.

There's an even louder noise from above you as a Mi-24 rips past overhead. It's rear door almost all the way closed, but open enough for you to see one of the wetsuit-clad girls toss you a small wave before being cut out of your vision by the chopper's door. Shame, you wouldn't mind seeing their tit.... Faces.

Though you can't help but wonder about those two bulges at the sides of their heads, poking against the wetsuits. Werewolves maybe? Yeah that has to be it, after all, it couldn't possibly be catgirls.

"It's never catgirls." You affirm to yourself, though for some reason, this time you can't help but feel a twinge of doubt.

Skimming against the tops of the waves, the big girl makes it off the water and into the air none too soon. You keep the throttles maxed, to put as much distance as you can between you and that nuke as possible.

"Check it out, it's a sub!" Bill whistles as he watches out the back. You venture a glance and see the wake as the giant metal ocean dildo submerges quickly. Hopefully with those CTOF dudes.

"I wonder when it's going to bl..." Ivan doesn't get to finish that word.

A sight unlike anything you've ever witnessed, the massive carrier is more or less literally just torn apart from within. Large sections of it's hull bulge outward before being ripped open. The command bridge erupts into a fireball...

You stop watching and see if there's anything else you can do for more speed and altitude...

Thankfully, the Geiger counter in Ivan's paw never goes above normal background values.

>>20089714
My god, it was catgirls.

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>>20089596
>Sodomy, bondage, stalker, dancing, miniatures and roleplaying all weekend
>Return from ropecon
>google ropecon
>results!
Not what I expected.
>>20089692
You have the customary monster girl fetish I hope? If not, what are you doing here?

>>20089596
>look up ropecon
>it isn't a BDSM convention
Color me a bit disappointed but it does sound fun.

>Also, I found that there's an english book of translated finnish spell songs, and I bought it just because if someone else asks about them.
Don't suppose you could write up/scan a few of the good ones into a pastebin? If you have a chance.

>>20089692
Scylla can change their colors, much like an octopus. Which means your Scylla could be the little brown girl whenever you wanted her to be.

>>20089714
It was fucking Catgirls, you bastard.

>>20089733
>>20089714

sure seems like they are catgirls from this point, we'll have to encounter them again to be sure.

>>20089741

what do you take me for, of course i have!
probably one of the if not THE first thing i put on that list.

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Wait a minute.... wait a fucking minute...

>Catgirls
>"I think it might be some dialect of Arabic?"

You beautiful bastard! It wasn't JUST catgirls. It was Egyptian Catgirl Ninjas!

>>20089826
>thisisallofmyfetishes.jpg

>>20089826

in wetsuits with gas masks on!

>looks like i'm going to need both hands

>off to bed, good luck guys!

"I thought we were goners for sure..." Tomoe groans as she actually just collapses into her seat, "I'm never going along with one of your plans again."

"That might have been... Our closest call yet." Bill nods.

"The next few days... I'll be working out the ol' liver." Ivan reaches into a pocket, produces a bottle, and drains at least half of it in one go.

"I've got a woody." The plane goes silent, "Well everyone else was saying something so..."

Tomoe leans back, resting against Bill, and closes her eyes. "Before anyone says something stupid, it's just because these seat backs are awful." The kitsune snarls.

Ivan looks over at you, you look over at Ivan. The worst is behind you, there's a long plane ride ahead. There will never be a more perfect time.

"Loving you, is easy because your beautiful..." You start.

"Don't even..."

Ivan cuts Tomoe off, "Making love with you is all I want to do..."

"Loving you is more than just a dream come true. And everything that I do is out of lovin' youuuu..."

"La la la la la..."

You keep it up for as long as you can milk it, Tomoe's ears folding down so presumably she won't be able to hear it as well. You don't care. Because sometimes, after fighting your way through a shipwreck only to escape a nuke, you just need to sing Minnie Riperton.

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>>20089826
Mother of god. He actually did it.

>>20087955
Fuck yeah best week ever, swq, gen a quest and i joined the army.

rolled 12 = 12

>>20089937
You didn't get a monstergirlfriend, so it's not the /best/ week ever; still, it's up there.

Papa, just you wait. One of these days we're going to meet up in the Keys with you. There will be awesome times had, my friend.

>>20089937
Next week is gonna SUCK, though.

>>20089826
I'm really regretting we got Erik on the path of monogamy...

rolled 11 = 11

>>>/d/4210713

Everyday Monster Girls 5, translated.

>>20090006
We can probably talk Karin into at least one orgy with the catgirls.

>>20090006
We can fix this. Just unleash the greatest weapon in our arsenal, use the most adorable puppy dog eyes and say "but Egyptian Catgirl Ninjas". She'll cave.

>>20089826
… Son of a BITCH.

Can we get a do-over, Papa?

>>20089733
>>20089750
>>20089813
>>20089826
>>20089910
>>20089891
>>20089924
Well someone wanted Egyptian catgirl ninjas so...

>>20089937
American army? I have a friend going back to Afghanistan which sucks because it's a nine month deployment out of his ten months even left in the army. He'd just got settled back in the states, got a girlfriend, bought a car.


There really isn't much to do on a long plane ride as the pilot. Incubus boy is lucky enough to be able to sneak touching the fluffy tails of his passed out soon-to-be-no-matter-if-he-likes-it-or-not waifu. Ivan is getting sloshed and you can't exactly partake...

Well OK, maybe ONE drink...

"Hold on, there are TWO altitude gauges now." You stop raising the bottle to your lips as you stare at the dash, "Is that a problem?"

You squint at them and they gattai for a moment, but quickly split up again when you stop squinting.

"Relax comrade, we've got this." Ivan laughs, pushing the bottle toward your face again. Well who are you to tell a werebear you're not going to drink just because you're flying a plane? Besides, he's the pilot, he knows what's going on. Or are you the pilot? You forgot a bottle or two back.

Good thing you can see the three runways now, which means you're close to home at last.

"Hey you two! Quit tailwanking and sit up, it's time to land!" You smack your seat and laugh as you point the nose toward the airfields.

1d20 for what do you mean I'm too drunk to fly?

>recently closed windows in FF just saved all of this, thank the vore gods

rolled 4 = 4

>>20090127
Incoming HUE.

rolled 5 = 5

>>20090127
We so can land this.

rolled 3 = 3

>>20090127
We're not too fly to drunk. We know what we're doing, just choose one of the three runways and stick with it. Maybe we'll land in magical catgirl land this time.

>>20090127
Yeah us army 18x, i leave in april.

rolled 16 = 16

>>20090127
We can land.

rolled 5 = 5

>>20090127
The runway in the sky is the one we want, right?

rolled 1 = 1

>>20090127
OH GREAT AND TERRIBLE NAT ONE, SPARE US YOUR FIERY WRATH, AND LET US BE SAVED FROM THE GODS OF HUE!

rolled 12 = 12

>>20090127
Here goes!

rolled 20 = 20

>>20090188
Oh ye dice gods be a fickle kind.

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>>20090188
Every time.

>>20090155
I suggest starting a good running program if you haven't already, my friend says it saved him from feeling like complete shit like the guys who didn't. They'd be completely winded to the point of puking while he was still in good shape. He'd pretend to be exhausted a bit so he wouldn't stand out too much, though.

>>20090188
Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

>>20090188
NAMEFAAAAAAAAAAAAAGS!!!

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>>20090210
I swear, I'm behind at least 75% of the Nat 1s in any given Papa-N thread at this point, cumulative.

>>20090207
yeah my sergeant and i are working one out, right now i'm sticking to the basics of 3-5 mile runs and general pt then a 50 lb ruck when i'm doing anything else that doesn't involve sitting.

If I had my way, my house would be buried in guns and surrounded by artillery and tanks.
I might even have some swords in there somewhere.

>>20090210
>implying the name field has an impact on the dice script

>>20089747
I think I can take a few pics of the books pages while I try to focus on arabic wetsuit catgirl ninjas and remembering to stay awake long enough to set up my powercords and tablet to actually draw these images.

Now cheerio, red wine starts to flow with my inspirations and absinthe lollipops. Pictures soon-ish if everything goes dandy.

rolled 1 = 1

>>20090127
C'mon roll high!

rolled 19 = 19

>>20090277
Well fuck. Incoming HUE HUE HUE HUE

>>20090277
>noko dice

rolled 16 = 16

If this is a 1 I close this thread and go play Corruption of Champions.

rolled 4 = 4

>>20090374
CoC is shit bro.

>>20090374
>corruption of champions
>not monstergirl quest
ishiggydiggy

rolled 2 = 2

>>20090127
Rollan for the sweet taste of success and for not ruining the electronics in the dash with vodka puke.

Out of the three runways, you decide on the left one, because the middle and right one just look a bit suspicious. Suspicious looking things all too often get you tangled up with an allarune who wants to "experiment" in all the worst kinds of ways.

No, better go with the left runway.

So you feather the controls just like you should, speed indicator still at... 20mph should be a safe landing speed, a bit slow, but safe. This big plane can do that, right, idle on at 20mph? Probably, you aren't going to look at the speed indicator again because fuck him he looked at your sister funny.

Though the closer you get to the airfield, the more to your right it moves. Fucking tectonic plates shifting around at a time like this.

So you keep adjusting your course to the right, to the right, to the right, even as you continue to get lower and lower. Ivan is just laughing along from the copilot seat while Bill and Tomoe are yelling things that you can't hear over Ivan's laughter and the plane making loud noises at you.

The landing gear touches down and everything is going swell. The wings cut through trees just like they should, the wheels sheer off from the ludicrous speed like normal, and one of the engines loses its prop.

Just another textbook landing.

You can't shake the feeling that somewhere in a galaxy far, far away, in the far flung future, you've made someone smile knowingly.

"Oh hey, when did you have twins? That's hot." You beam at Karin as she tears open the side door and wrenches you out of your seat. None too carefully carrying you outside into the open swath of forest that you landed in. It's runwayish enough for you.

"All you had to do was follow the damn runway, Erik!" She berates you.

>>20090409
So is rolling a 1
>>20090415
What be this Monstergirl Quest you speak of.

>>20090430
http://monstergirlquest.wikia.com/wiki/Category:Monster_Girl_Quest

>>20090430

A place where you get raped my monster girls.

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>>20090422
>"All you had to do was follow the damn runway, Erik!"
>All you had to do was follow the damn runway
>All you had to do was follow
>All you had to do

>>20090475
It's not rape if you're willing

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>>20089458
>With a joyous shout, you kick it open and dash out into the cool sea air beyond. "Umi Daaaaa!!!"

I laughed.

Papa? Special request, in light of the XXX Olympic games... what do you think about having an HL mini thread? Lost episode of the Imperium, THE SUBERB OWL..except, Olympics. "Who will win the Golden Emprah?"

>>20090488

Luka is never willing though. That's the sad part.

>>20090481
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fykFpD6snX0
>I guess you forgot about the time you and Bravo company left my black ass for dead, huh? But I remember. I remember everything. I remember Vietnam like it was yesterday. I remember that village in Tainan that we cut down. It was a massacre. All the dead Chinamen we left in our tracks. I remember the faces, the children. This one child I'll never forget. Poor little bastard was still alive. His little Chinese legs were blown clean off! Still see his little shins & feet hanging from the ceiling fan across the hut. He was charred from his head down to his little Chinese knees. He tried to get up, but he fell over when what was left of his right leg broke off. As he laid there, flat on his face, he looked up at me. His little Chinese eyes burned right into my stomach, deep into my soul. He said something to me in Chinese like, 'Boo coo sow!', sounded like some cartoon shit. But I understood it to be a question that he was asking me. And I don't have to know how to speak Chinese to know what that question was. 'Why, Black Dynamite? Why?'

>>20090542
meh, i don't read his text anyway, and you know he likes it when alice does her thing.

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>>20090586

>>20090614

Never admits it.
I hope he does something other than sit there and let everyone ride him in the 3rd game.

Your half Minotauros, half-Echidna 100% mad scientist girlfriend stops carrying you for a second, sniffing the air. Her eyes turn toward you slowly.

"Is that alcohol I smell? Are you... Drunk!?"

"Pfft, I'm not drunk. You're drunk! Oh hey, dad."

Your father stands, hands on his hips, staring at the plane. He shakes his head slowly, puffing his cheeks out.

It's then that you notice you've more or less crossed diagonally across the airstrip and mowed a good path through a bit of woodland. The plane is... Well it's seen better days but nothing Jimbo can't fix up in a day or two.

Or a week.

"Well I mean hey, it's a plane and there was three places it could have landed so I don't know. I did my best." You stammer, before the urge to sit down overtakes you.

"Son..."

"Hey! Hey, hey... Hey... Dry Tortugas." You say simply, and your father winces.

"Ok, so maybe I can let this one slide..." Your old man raises his hands in surrender.

Karin sighs, a long one, "The two of you couldn't have maybe cut them off at a shot or two at most?"

"We were uh... Asleep..." Bill lowers his head sheepishly. Tomoe says nothing but wonders if her tails got fluffed out from the rough landing or something else.

"Bill was messing with them." You tell her, trying to divert some of the flak away from yourself.

Bill's eyes belay his fear.

>>20090523
HLQ Olympics thread, eh? Maybe. Haven't done any HLQ (other than 8's backstory) since babby xeno thread.

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>>20090451
>>20090475
>searching for download links
>found link to a link!
>27€

>>20090696

>http://erogedownload.com/downloads/
It's in there, somewhere.

>>20090696
http://thepiratebay.se/torrent/7157700/Monster_Girl_Quest__Part_2_(Full_English)

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>>20090724
>>20090730
Pic related, it's you.

"E-Erik...." You hear someone hiss low, dangerous.

You know that hiss. You know that tone. You know the danger. Oh sweet Scylla tentacles you know...

So naturally, you start to step away, toward the treeline. The army taught you how to survive in the wilderness, what to eat, how to make a shelter. You could slink away right now, far off into the mountains. Hell maybe even find a nice nymph or allarune, raise some kids, grow a fierce mountain man beard...

"Erik Bastian Newkirk, don't you DARE even THINK about running away now." A series of angry hisses follow those words.

"Hey now, let's all calm down and think this through rationally. Yes, it may APPEAR that I've crashed the plane. In actuality I was just making a new runwa...hurk!"

Your mothers tail wraps around your middle, hoists you off the ground, and holds you in a deathgrip mere inches from her seething face.

>how do you explain your way out of this one?

>>20090790
Peer pressure.

From a bear

>>20090790

I have less than a month to live, and my life insurance policy will cover the plane if the plan to stab myself in the chest with a magic sword doesn't work.

If it does work, we'll be famous and rich for curing the ice-core, and therefore will be able to fix the plane and runway.

>>20090790
We outran a nuclear explosion.

>>20090790
I swear, I didn't know I was on the third bottle already!

>>20090790

If you kill me your grandkids won't have a father.

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>>20090789
Translations here.


>yandere is still down
>Miyako route never
>all is lost

>>20090790
Mother, please put me down. You know how incoherent I get when you act like this. If you want an actual explanation instead of me flailing and trying to freeze the area you would put me down.

rolled 99 = 99

>>20090790
Explain everything.
>Went back to carrier filled with zombies
>Almost shot by CTOF
>GET shot by not terrorist
>outrun a nuke

Do you really blame him for drinking a bit

>>20090837
http://roguetranslations.wordpress.com/

forgot the link

>>20090831
She doesn't know about that yet, It will only make it worse!

>>20090831
No, we make excuses, like "Hey mom, you ever seen a nuke go off real close like?"

>>20090790
>"I swear I used a condom...it might not have been yours, though."

>>20090790

"We outran a nuke after running through a zombie-infested carrier to find rad-suits. Then Ivan offered me vodka."

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>>20090831
>Grandkids
>Mother who specifically told Eric not to do it on pain of pain
>DID IT ANYWAYS

Anyways, my suggestion
>Tell about nuclear explosion
>And stress/panic
>Wee bit of vodka
>Wee bit more vodka
>Still managed to land
>And the plane is fixable
>Plus we found some NBC gear
>Which means I can go find what may be the cure to my currently incurable and very fatal problem
>Slack please?

>>20090875
She gave him a proper condom just in case.

Shame Karin's mom videotaped the whole thing. Bareback and all.

>>20090790
Tactical nuke, zombies, Lamia Plissken and arabic ninja catgirls in wetsuits.

That should cover it all.

>>20090897

No more cooking lessons for Amber.

rolled 4 = 4

>>20090937
"Cooking Lessons"

>>20090831
Actually, fuck it. Say this, go for shock and awe.

>>20090686
Something to think about. I know I miss Max and the ladies, even if it's been a while since you picked it up, I'm sure you can come up with something awesome.

"No, wait! See, I can explain everything! Right? No need for the tail and the eyes and oh catgirls keep those snakes away from my face...."

Your mother does the opposite, her snake hair almost close enough to lash out at you now.

"See, Ivan and I were sharing a victory drink after we fought off the zombies and helped the catgirls with big tits in wetsuits and the nuke went off when Lamirez put it in his suitcase. So the bear pressured me into it and I was going to stop at one but the vodka started talking to me about how I was going to be a father now that I didn't use protection so the plane couldn't pick a way to go and I'm the deciderer and did it for it, but it's all OK because I've got the gear now so your grandkids will have a dad and oh fuck me what am I even saying?!"

Your mother's eyes bore into your own, and you feel yourself start to freeze. However her face is a mixture of seething anger, grim determination, and awestruck shock.

Until Karin places a hand on her shoulder and forces a strained laugh.

"He's clearly too drunk to even know what he's talking about. Let's wait for him to sober up a bit before interrogating him, eh, eh?"

Oh no, you aren't feeling too great now. Not hanging upside-down while being crushed around the middle. All the while sporting some kind of fear boner because you've got a great view down Karin's shirt from this angle and there is still WAY too much adrenaline in your veins.

"Put me down, I need to puke."

>>20090984
blah, dropped my trip somehow.

>>20090982
I'll have to try to come up with something, if there's going to be an HLQ Olympics I can't half ass it.

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>>20090984
>but the vodka started talking to me about how I was going to be a father now that I didn't use protection

YOU DONE FUCKED UP

>>20090984

Poor Karin. Now she has to explain everything.

>>20090984
Vodka and fear makes for the best vomit. The kind that burns other people than the one it comes out of.

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>>20090984
>>20091015
Oh panicked lips, what treachery they spout

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>>20090984
Today is a good day!

Warhammer High writefaggan
Generation A
Two chapters of Everday Monster Girls
and
Monstergirl Quest waifu gayman (?)
>mfw

The vertigo leaves you quickly when your mother sets you back down, and you wheeze in fresh air and contemplate just how far you could dig into the Earth to escape. You've never been with a mudgirl before.

"You... You aren't...?" Your mother's head slowly rotates around to lock onto Karin now. Your girlfriend takes a step back defensively, raising her hands.

"What?! No. NO! I am very much not knocked up, he doesn't even know what he's talking about now. I haven't even really let him to first base yet!"

Your mother's eyes flicker for a moment, before looking down at you.

"It's true! She won't even let me milk heurk!"

Karin's foot to your stomach cuts you off.

For a moment, there is an uneasy and silent truce. Which is the perfect kind to ruin.

"Ara ara~ What's all this ruckus? Karin, honey, did you remember to take your prenatal vitamins before coming out here?"

>>20091255
aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

>>20091255
huehuehue

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>>20091255
HAHAHA

>>20091255
Shut your mouth woman!

>>20091255
Our mom talks to Karin's mom

>ara
>ara ara
>ara ara~
>ara ara ara ara~
>ararararararaaararararararaararara

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Amber slither into view, hand in front of her face, hiding the smile on her lips but not the one in her eyes. Of all those it could be, anyone else on this broken up planet, and it's her. Fate, it seems, is not on your side today.

"You-You... Vile temptress! You know my son is incapable of those kinds of decisions on his own!" Your mother rushes forward, tackling the Echidna to the ground, "Did you set something up? Lock them in the gym storage room or something? I'm too young to have grand-kids damn you!"

The two snake-milfs lock together as they wrestle, each of their tails winding around the other as they both struggle for dominance. Your mother trying to lock eyes while Amber goes for the nipple pinch. Both of them are growling, gritting their teeth, and letting out an "ooh!" or "ah!?" every now and then.

You don't know how to interpret what's going on, or what you should be doing about it.

Your dad has seemed to forget about the plane and is now watching intently while trying to appear as though he ISN'T watching at all and instead is now wildly fascinated with his watch.

Tomoe has covered Bill's eyes and shut her own with a "Too lewd."

Ivan, with a wide smile, has seated himself on a stump (cut down by the plane) and is trying to open a bottle of vodka without looking down at it.

"See if I ever give you cooking lessons again!" Your mother bites out as her hair hisses loudly now.

"I don't need any more lessons, I've already succeed in my plane of getting a bun in her oven, if you will."

"This... This is not going to end well..." You swallow, standing up next to Karin.

[ ] Now's your chance, run for it!

[ ] Stick around. Surely you can calm both parties down and coherently explain everything.

[ ] Fuel to the fire.

[ ] >other?

[ ] Stick around. Surely you can calm both parties down and coherently explain everything.

Failing that

[ ] Fuel to the fire.

Film and take bets.

>>20091312
[x] touch fluffy tails

>>20091312
> in my plane
in my plan

>>20091312
Fap furiously.

>>20091312

Grab Karin and run before they decide to come after us.

rolled 15 = 15

[x] Fuel to the fire.

>>20091312
FUEL THE FIRE

>>20091312
Grab waifu and run

>>20091312
>[X] Fuel to the fire.

We're very drunk and two snake women are wrestling in front of us. I can bet we're only half-sure this is real life instead of some sort of fanta sea.

rolled 15 = 15

>>20091312
[X] Now's your chance, run for it!
Is our jetbike around? get on that and appreciate the show from the air.

>>20091312
[X] Stick around. Surely you can calm both parties down and coherently explain everything.
[X] Fuel to the fire.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cCmkc6s6iEs&feature=fvwrel

>>20091312
So much this!
[x] Fuel to the fire.
It's not incest if you just watch your snake-milf mother go at it at another snake-milf mother, is it?

>>20091312
[X] Stick around. Surely you can calm both parties down and coherently explain everything.

I HAVE ICE CANCER. STOP BICKERING YOU TWO.

Good, now kiss and make up. I'm not going to have any fucking kids until I am not slated to die in under a month and counting.

Bromont...

>>20091312
[x] Fuel to the fire.
We have a mother complex right? ...right?

>>20091312
[x] Pass the fuck out.

>>20091312

[x] Stick around. Surely you can calm both parties down and coherently explain everything.
We might not be able to explain coherently, but we can at least try to do some damage control.

Or...

[x] Fuel to the fire.
That would divert attention from the fact we just totaled the goddamn plane and probably also did some damage to the tarmac.

[x] >other?
hue? hue hue? brrbrr! huehue!

>>20091399
???

>>20091312
It's not like WE have time to wait for mom to get older.
>try to get them to stop fighting

[x] Act betrayed by the fact that your mother cares more about being to young for grandkids rather than happy for a potential good thing going on between you and Karin.

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>>20091312
Holy poop, a new Gen. A!
[ ] Fuel to the fire.
Acquire vegetable oil or mud and toss it at them.

>>20091397
This

>>20091312
[ ] ask about cooking lessons

>>20091006
Max as the coach, all the ladies as competitors against, I don't know, Abbadon's arms? Esh for Javelin, The Sisters for Volley ball, Karen for Sotput and Discus, Ral'mon for swimming...

>>20091532
>Deldar twins
>Beach volleyball

Shut up and take my money.

>>20091479
Oh and for additional shits and giggles, act like some sort of fighting game announcer dude and shout various things like You can't give it up! Try or die!

>>20090018
>dat end
Oh you faggot, if you don't pick Papi I'm gonna choke a bitch!

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>>20091532
Oh god yes

[ ] Snakelady MILF lesbian mud wrestling

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>>20091626
>Papi
>Not Miia

rolled 15 = 15

>>20091735
I think that's already a given, well possibly without the mud.

You have to do something, anything. Running sounds like a good plan, but there's something more. You can feel it, but you don't know what.

"Hey, though, you are on some kind of vitamin or something, right? I mean I totally did not plan on going bareback and neither one of us is on birth control so..."

Your mother freezes in place.

"E-Erik... I want you to think very clearly about what you're saying right now..." Karin's fear-filled eyes jump back between you and your mother, who's left eye is now twitching.

Nadine, having picked a great time to walk in on the conversation, lets the popsicle actually drop out of her mouth, where it bounces off her right bikini-clad breast and into the dirt.

"What? Well I mean, there's no guarantee but if the rabbit dun died than I think we should take every precaution to ensure a healthy baby frost-echid... Well it's going to be an interesting kid I'll tell ya what."

The color drains from Karin's face and she slowly lowers herself to the ground before wrapping her arms around her knees, her eyes staring off into the distance, some kind of "is this really happening?" smile on her lips.

You see now what your dad drove over to the plane, an old firetruck. This should work fine.

Grabbing the hose off the side, you set the pressure to as low as it can go and turn on the nozzle. Water gushes out quickly, and you aim it at the pair of snake-milfs still wrestling on the ground. This quickly turns everything around them to mud, and makes both their white shirts quite see-through. Your mother apparently a fan of black lace, while Amber it seems did not decide to wear a bra today.

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>>20091760
This is gonna be good.

"Oh by the way, Amber totally set the whole thing up pretty much, mom. And Amber? I drank a lot of mountain dew that day so my potency was probably pretty bad, and I'm on male birth control now which apparently won't wear out for maybe a few months or so."

Those words only make things worse. Both of them now really struggling, tails winding around each other, your mother pulling on one of Amber's hair cobras as Amber desperately squeezes at her sides. You just keep watching as both of them start to get VERY muddy, and your mother actually tears open Amber's shirt just enough that it could maybe work in a PG-13 movie which is still trying to stay out of R range.

Your dad has completely abandoned trying to make it appear as though he isn't watching, his mouth hanging open. Ivan is shoveling berries right off a tree into his mouth in between swigs of vodka and loud cheers in Russian.

Tomoe's hands are now covering her mouth as she watches in horror, her face a brighter red than you even thought possible. You know she doesn't want to watch but she just can. look. away... Bill's hat is now poised above his head, as his horns seem to have tripled in size.

After a few more minutes of that, you switch the pressure over to "high" and unleash another blast. This one sends the older women end over end, separating them as they scramble to right themselves, both now quite muddy and sporting torn clothes.

"Now listen up! I just got off of a carrier filled with zombies that blew up from a NUKE! Yes, I was maybe a bit dumb getting drunk and all that but... I literally now have to go to the most HOSTILE ENVIRONMENT ON THE PLANET to search for an ancient sword that MAY OR MAY NOT be there all so I can STAB MYSELF IN THE CHEST WITH SAID SWORD in a desperate bid to NOT DIE IN A MONTH from the ICE CANCER CURRENTLY KILLING ME. While I admit that Karin and I are indeed in a relationship and things might possibly come of it down the road, I'd like to remind you that there are FAR MORE PRESSING CONCERNS AT THE MOMENT. Really I just want to lay down on the couch, DRINK MORE, rest my head on some stonking great tits, and fall asleep watching Charlie Sheen and Michael Biehn in Navy motherfucking Seals." You turn off the water, "So can we PLEASE not do this NOW of all times?!"

rolled 18 = 18

>>20091783
If we die, let us say that this was one of the best ways to go.

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>>20091783
>>20091760
Today was a good day to be a man.

rolled 48 = 48

>>20091805
>>20091823
And it only got better.

>>20091805
Hell yea Motherfucker.

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>>20091760
>>20091783
OP is a faggot. Bot a fucking glorious, cool and bro-tier faggot, like Freddie Murcury.

>leaving in an hour
Damn, wish i could participate

>Egyptian Catgirl Ninjas
Oh hell yes

Say whats the res limit in tg?

Ailia (tau) - Archery

Kaleshi (khornette) - ???

Senna/Senda (DE) - Beach volleyball

Esh (Eldar) - Javelin

Karen (Ork) - Shotput/discus

Lycheria (SoB) - ???

Mika (Techpriestess) - ???

Tonya (Necron) - ???

Helena (Guardwoman) - ???

Eight (Vindicare) - Shooting sports

Doomrider (Daemon) - Cocaine

Ra'alman (waifu) - Swimming

>Max (pimp) - driving

Hmm...

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Post dammit

rolled 4 = 4

>>20091949
Wouldn't this fit better?
Max (pimp) - Fishing.

>>20091949
>Kaleshi (khornette) - ???
Weightlifting

So when are they going to just go at it?

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>>20091979

>>20091979
I want to make a bat pun on this, but I can't think of one.
I fucking love it though.

>>20091949
>Tonya (Necron) - ???
Martial arts
>Mika (Techpriestess) - ???
Rythmic gymnastics

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>>20091979
This works well, very very well
>>20091949
HHHNNNGGGG fuckin saved.

>>20091949
I've got to throw the idea of Lycheria being basketball out there, something about a team of SoB shooting hoops and getting all sweaty hits me right in the fetish.

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>>20091979
You, sir, have done your duty to mankind this day. I lack the words to do this justice, so I will simply stand up, and applaud. Bravo.

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>Doomrider (Daemon) - Cocaine

>>20091949
>Helena (Guardwoman) - ???
50 meter dash?

>>20092065
>>20092022
>>20092039
Thank you comrades. And sorry for the sketchiness/roughness, just got new tablet, still breaking it in

>Wanna color it
>Fucking color blind
damn

Amber and your mother both sit, sopping wet, staring at you. Neither of them appears to know what to say, and now that you've said... All of that... You don't, either.

In fact... What did you just let slip? Oh shit what have you done?!

There are moments that can sober someone up in a hurry. Like being pulled over by the police. Or blatantly announcing to the world that there's a good chance you knocked up your girlfriend. That pleasant drunkness is gone, replaced by a pit of fear vipers right in your stomach.

"He's right, this isn't the time to be fighting about something like this." Amber smiles as she rights herself and rather than cover her bust, accentuates it with arms folded beneath it.

"I still just..." Your mother sighs, but accepts the hand Amber offers her, "Erik!"

You stiffen instantly, "Yes ma'am!?"

"If everything you've just said is true, than you had better take responsibility for your actions. I'm willing to... Overlook your "nature", you beast, provided you man up and make this right."

>>20092186
KISS KISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

You continue standing at attention like you did in boot as your mother approaches, "I won't have any son of mine being some deadbeat shitty father, so you listen to me and you listen well, you do whatever you have to in order to live so you can come home, ok?!" Despite her tone, you spot tears welling in the corner of her eyes.

"Saga and E-Edda, they need you as a big brother. Nadine does, though she won't admit it. I still think you're too young for this, but I thought that about the war, too, and you still came home." Your mom embraces you, which is nice, until her tail starts to crush you.

"So listen here, young man, if you screw this up, you'll die even when you're killed because I'll kill you again, got that!"

"Ma'am yes ma'am!" You barely manage to choke out.

"Good! Now go get cleaned up and get some rest." She pushes herself away, "And Karin!"

Your girlfriend flinches, looking fearful.

"Take good care of my son, lord knows he is incapable of doing that himself."

>>20092193
[X] Kneel, take Karin's hand, ask her to marry us

Ailia (tau) - Archery

Kaleshi (khornette) - Powerlifting

Nyx (nurglette) - Ara'ing

Lilith (daemonette) - ???

Senna/Senda (DE) - Beach volleyball

Esh (Eldar) - Javelin

Karen (Ork) - Shotput/discus

Lycheria (SoB) - Basketball

Mika (Techpriestess) - Rythmic gymnastics

Tonya (Necron) - Martial arts

Helena (Guardwoman) - 50m dash?

Eight (Vindicare) - Shooting sports

Doomrider (Daemon) - Cocaine

Ra'alman (waifu) - Swimming

Max (pimp of the imperium) - driving/fishing

rolled 20 = 20

>>20092227
NOOOOOOPPPE NOPE NOPE NOPE.

rolled 38 = 38

>>20092227
Nonono. Got wait until we get the sword.

"So if this works...want to get married?"

Then have stab himself before she can answer.

>>20092250
This man has the right idea

>>20092239
>Lilith (daemonette) - ???

Gymnastics of some sort.

>>20092239
I suggested
>Mika (Techpriestess) - Rythmic gymnastics
But then
>Lilith (daemonette) - ???

Lilith get rythmic gymnastics. I don't know what Mika should get instead though...

Mika / SLaDOS as announcers/commentators?

>>20092313
Oh, good one! I fully support this.

"So that's it, then? No petrification?"

"Don't tempt me!" Your mother's eyes flash and you jolt away, "Now go do... Something, or I might change my mind..."

Well, you don't need to be told twice.

"Right, than, let's be off, shall we?" You offer your hand to Karin, who takes it, and break into a hard run. "I'll see you dudes later or something?"

They start to protest but you just shout "Naaavvyyy Seeeaaallllssss!!!!" over your shoulder and continue to run.

"E-Erik, where are we going!?" Karin shouts as she nearly trips, but you don't let her fall.

"Where? Anywhere but here! Good gods woman, anywhere but here!"

The jetbike parked in front of your parent's house will certainly aid in that.

"Oh no! No no NO! I am NOT getting on that... Thing! Not again!"

"There's no time! Hell hath no fury like a snake woman who doesn't want to be a grandmother yet! Get on the bike!"

Karin stops, refusing to get on. Unfortunately for her, when she's not in her Echidna form, you're much stronger than she is. Grabbing her around the ass, you hoist her up and leap onto the bike yourself, setting her down in front of you. Which is rather cramped but you don't care because as great as tits on your back are, sometimes you've got to switch things up. Variety is the spice of life.

"I don't wanna! This isn't even going to be comfortable!" She protests, grabbing the front of your shirt as you fire up the engine.

"To infinity and beyond!" You angle down the thrust and the jetbike screams into the sky.

>can't stay here, this is bat country! Where to?

>>20092438
Lets check up on our information broker or something.

>>20092438

... Woods. Maybe a lake. Somewhere safe, beautiful. Calming.

And drive slow while we look.

>>20092438
Find a romantic spot, have a nice cuddle with karin

rolled 3 = 3

>>20092528
Seconded, nobody would expect it!

>>20092438
Town, maybe Rick. We've survived another harrowing encounter with both our and Karin's mother, let's celebrate.

>>20092438
Somewhere quiet, pretty and romantic.

Maybe we should stop somewhere first and pick up a picnic basket.

>>20092528
I second this.