>>776242
Too early for this.

>Drag her into the sleeping bag and zip it up. See her protest then!

>>776242
>Hide in your sleeping bag, make it go away!

Clearly this is a bad dream or a poorly digesting snack.

>>776242
> Alright, fine! Let's go!
Spooky tanks time oh yes

>>776242
>> Alright, fine! Let's go!

>>776242
>> Hide in your sleeping bag, make it go away!

>>776242
>> Alright, fine! Let's go!

>Take up a covered and concealed position inside the sleeping bag, it's a boogeymonster trying to drag you out

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> Alright, fine! Let's go!

“Alright, fine, let's go!” You quickly rush yourself out of your sleeping bag, having found that apparently you were sleeping in your uniform. Oh, okay. Winona grabs your hand and rushes you out. “Where the hell is everyone else!?”

“Outside!” says Winona. “We're taking the tank out!” Why is the tank- AH SO MANY QUESTIONS! You find your Cromwell tank parked on the side of the road, with Josephina, Stack, and Ingrid hurrying you all inside. The other tanks of the team rush out onto the street, mindful of fleeing students as well. In the streets, police cars and bikes were parked up in barricades, with Student Security firing their pistols, rifles, SMGs, everything up into the skies.

And up in the skies, were thousands of black cylinders flying. One of them impacts close, shrouding you all in a quick cloud of dust. You all scream as you grab onto the tank.

It rises up from the dust. The first thing you see is the bright light shining upon everyone, like a great cyclopean eye regarding each and every student of LGA hungrily. And to that thing, LGA was must have been like a buffet. Winona pushes you up and hurries into the turret. It continues to rise, towering over the buildings, and even the command tower itself, on three great strong legs. It looks down, then smashes the nearest building apart, before deploying a mass of mechanical tentacles from beneath its head. “RUN!” screams Winona. The tank immediately rolls forward, trying to dodge people in the way.

The Tripod immediately fires a great red beam of heat at one of the tanks, smashing it apart. Oh my God! Those were the Historians! The tentacles immediately grab students left and right, taking them screaming and flailing into its maw.

“GET US OUT OF HERE!” You couldn't scream it any louder.

Another Tripod lands, smashing through the Command tower. It takes a few seconds to try and compose itself, before shining its bright light upon you. SHIT!

> ABANDON TANK!
> DRIVE, JOSEPHINA!
> Other

>>776324
>> DRIVE, JOSEPHINA!

>>776324
>DRIVE, JOSEPHINA!

Stack Load! Winona get ready!

>>776324
> DRIVE, JOSEPHINA

Oh God not tentacles

>DRIVE, JOSEPHINA

Oh god yes tentacles.

> DRIVE, JOSEPHINA!

>>776324
>>776367
seconded

>>776324
>DRIVE, JOSEPHINA!

>>776336
This. High explosive. FUCK HIM UP!!

> DRIVE, JOSEPHINA!

“DRIVE, DRIVE, DRIVE!” You pound the top of the turret, and let Josephina swerve out of the way. The Tripod blasts a load of Hall Monitors behind you, disintegrating them completely. It starts to right itself, now dragging students up into its maw for God knows what with those metal tentacles of his. Jesus Christ! What the hell is going on!? The turret turns around. “Shoot at it, shoot at it now!”

The gun fires, then the shot plinks off the hull.

…

Oh right. These rounds aren't designed to penetrate.

“Load high explosive!” you shout. Stack throws in an HE round into the breech. Winona fires again. This time you get better results, knocking the Tripod backwards, but no visible damage. Your convoy of tanks continues moving on, with the Pershing in the lead. You look back to see Griselda in her Sherman, coordinating everything.

“Everyone stay calm! We're almost to the loading elevators!” she yells.

Suddenly, a flying machine quickly strafes the tanks. Hot rays slice the Jagdtiger in half. “AAAHHH!” the Light Music Club give a death yell as their tank bursts from the inside. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING!? Oh God, oh God! Not like this!

“FUCK IT!” Serafina peels away. “Go! We'll buy you some time!” Their 90mm gun fires away at a Tripod, knocking it back and quickly turning its head.

“Don't be a hero, Serafina!” Griselda slams the top of her turret with her hand. “Get back in formation now!”

> Join Serafina. You're going to make sure as many girls get out as they can!
> RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!
> Other

>>776489
>> Join Serafina. You're going to make sure as many girls get out as they can!

Dammit! We are a Rank 2 Officer, we go down with the ship!

>>776489
>> RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!

>>776489
> Join Serafina. You're going to make sure as many girls get out as they can!
Bring em in boyz, formation discipline or something!

>>776489
>Join Serafina. You're going to make sure as many girls get out as they can!

One tank is suicide. Two tanks is a counter-attack

>>776849
>Join Serafina. You're going to make sure as many girls get out as they can!

Leave no tank behind!

> Join Serafina. You're going to make sure as many girls get out as they can!

You turn around as well. “We're going to hold them off!” Right, steel yourself. You can do this!

“ELLIE, NO!” Griselda screams, but her Sherman continues to drive off without her. “ELLIE! ELLIE!” She continues to scream for you as you and Serafina take your positions to face the Tripods. They thump towards you, advancing like a pair of ghastly horrors from beyond the stars. Oh God, oh God, oh God.

“It's been an honor!” says Stack as she wipes some tears from her eyes. “Let's make this count!”

“Let's go, go, go!” yells Winona.

Your tanks advance, firing high explosive. Tipping even one of them over might save at least a hundred studdents. Around your tanks students and security retreat past. You'll use this tank as a shield for them if you have to! But nothing gets through you! Another salvo pushes one of the Tripods back. It has a bit of trouble righting itself as it starts stumbling through buildings. The other however, immediately fires.

Their shot penetrates the Pershing. It flies backwards, completely bursted into flames. “POLAND FOREVER!” Serafina gives her last cry before the Pershing explodes into a million pieces. Serafina...

“Look out!” The heat ray barely manages to miss you, but it still succeeds in turning the inside of the tank into a cooking pot. “We're getting cooked in here!” Ingrid pops her hatch, crying out and trying to air out some of the heat.

“Fire again, fire again!” you yell. Your shot impacts the other Tripod, knocking it off balance. “Yes, good job, Winona!” However, it immediately regains its composure, advancing towards you. “Another round, another round!” It sends its tentacles towards your tank. OH SHIT! You close the hatch.

Nope. The tentacles rip the hatch off. Winona and Stack scream as they get whipped and grabbed, trying to be pulled out against the will. You feel one slip beneath your breasts, then immediately tighten and try to pull you out. “NO! NOOO!” You cry. You hold onto the edge of the hatch.

“Ellie!” Stack shouts to you, almost completely free of the turret.

“Stack, no!” Winona grabs her arm. You can feel yourself slipping out as well, and you grab onto something. “Ellie, help Stack!” Stack screams as she's forced up, holding onto Winona.

You can't save yourself and Stack. Goddamn it!

> Grab onto Stack.
> Save yourself.
> Other

>>776689
>Grab onto Stack.

maybe they can help us before its too late

>>776689
> Grab onto Stack.

We know how this ends!

>>776689
> Grab onto Stack.
As if there was another option.

I bet Cuddles is the tentacles in the real world.

So.
Martian Tripod versus Cruiser (tank) Ranger or LGA Ranger megazord

>>776689
>Grab onto Stack.

>>776689

> Grab onto Stack.
> Other
Can we fire a flare at the alien?

> Grab onto Stack.

“Stack! No, no!” You grab onto her, trying desperately to pull her in. Winona assists as well, as well as she can in the cramped turret interior of the Cromwell. The full strength of you two manages to bring Stack back in and ward the tentacles away. “Yes!”

“ELLIE!” Huh. You look down to see the Tentacles now wrapping around your legs and your hips.

Oh.

You grab onto the edge of the hatch, clinging desperately for life. Winona and Stack try to grab you, but are whipped away by the other tentacles. “No! ELLIE! ELLIE NO!” Winona cries out for you as you lose your grip and are thrust into the air.

Oh God, no no no no, you've heard way too much about anime to know where this is going! Goddamn it, no, no, no! You try to claw and kick at the tentacles. Their grip however is too strong, far too strong. You look down to see Winona and Stack crying out for you as you're pulled up into the maw.

Oh God, this is it. This is really how you're going to die!

Or worse!

You shut your eyes. Please wake up, please wake up!

Suddenly, the Tripod is thrown back. You scream as you're flung through the air, the tentacles still holding onto you. Smoke envelops your vision as things start to right themselves. You almost hurl from the sheer shock of it all. Oh sweet mother of Christ!

Suddenly, you see just what the Tripod was thrown back by. Stepping out of the smoke is some kind of humanoid mech, almost the size of the Tripod itself. What the fuck. It stomps across the buildings, holding a smoking gun in its hands. “Hey!” The chest opens up to reveal Denise Spunkmeyer herself. “E-T, GO THE FUCK HOME!”

> DENISE SPUNKMEYER <
> AND LAFAYETTE-A-TRON <

“Denise!”

Winona, Stack, Ingrid, and Josephina look up at her. “Where the fuck did she get that?” asks Stack.

“I won it in a contest,” says Denise. She points to you. “Don't worry, Ellie! I'll-” Her back is suddenly exploded into flames. “Ah!” Her cockpit closes up. “Here we go!” She fires her weapon at the Tripod again, again shaking you around and flailing around.

Oh god, you're gonna be sick.

> “STOP SHOOTING AT ME, SHOOT THE OTHER ONE!”
> “HELP, HELP!”
> Try and fight your way out in the confusion.
> Other

>>776844
> “HELP, HELP!”
> Try and fight your way out in the confusion

Ellie may want to consider taking a few more vacation days.

>>776844
>Try and fight your way out in the confusion.

Best sidekick ever

> Try and fight your way out in the confusion.

You wrestle with the tentacles as they tighten their grip. Feels like they'll crush your ribs if you let it! You keep getting hurled and thrown around through the air as Denise and the Tripods duke it out. She tanks the heat ray shots, but still she takes damage. No matter for her. “Get away from her, you bitch!” She uppercuts the Tripod with a mean punch, sending it stumbling around and almost over the water. WHOA, NO NO NO.

Suddenly the other Tripod blasts Denise in the back again. “Ah, don't think I forgot you, you shit!” yells Denise. She turns around and blasts it with her big gun. The shots dent and gash the armor on the Tripod as she closes in. Then, in a burst of fury, she charges and shoves it back. The Tripod can't find good footing on the buildings and wreckage beneath, and promptly falls over. It fires it heat ray into the air uselessly, trying to angle itself back up. But before she can let it happen, Denise jumps up and smashes it under her foot, curbstomp.

Man, you wonder what contest Denise won that suit from.

The Tripod handling you continues to tighten its stranglehold on you, firing its heat ray at the same time against Denise. She raises her arm, but the armor gets blasted off, revealing the skeletal metal structure beneath. “Gah, bastard!”

Wait, you feel a gap! There! You squeeze yourself free, and immediately fall into a truck full of pillows. Ah, convenient.

You look down and see your uniform completely torn up, revealing your underwear to the world, and with holes in the pantyhose as well. Okay, less convenient.

Winona runs over, holding her hand out. “Ellie, let's-” Winona blinks, looking at you up and down. “Whoa.” A light blush runs on her face.

> “DON'T LOOK AT ME!”
> “Let's go!”
> “What are you looking at!?”
> Other

>>776973
> “Let's go!”
We'll let it go, but I'm sure that if we start looking sillier, we will go Ellie inernal panic mode.

>>776973
>What are you looking at!?”

There's a time and place, WinWin!

>>776973
>Let's go!
Concentrate Winona

> “Let's go!”

You hop out of the truck, grabbing Winona's hand. “Come on!” She nods, hurrying along with you, forgetting the fact that you're not very decent at the moment. Oh jeez, you gotta get out of here, now, now, now! The Tripod and Denise fight overhead, scattering metal and debris everywhere, almost crushing you and Winona.

“Come on, get in, get in!” yells Stack. The Cromwell has managed to stay intact for now it seems. The two of you hop onboard, and Josephina quickly floors it down the road. All around you, buildings are alight, students who couldn't make the lifeboats are running and scattering in fear. And ashes rain from the skies, probably the remnants of victims of disintegration. Your heart races as you look back. Denise is thrown back by a heat ray shot. She lands next to you, crushing several houses. The Tripod advances on her, hurrying to finish the job.

“Denise!” you cry. “DENISE!” She hurries to get up, but not quickly enough. The Tripod raises a leg, then impales her mech through the chest. “NO!” Winona covers her mouth, while Stack cringes in imaginary pain from the sight of it. The Tripod continues to stab Denise's mech over and over again.

But then, it grabs the leg. The Tripod tries to fight it away, spraying its heat ray at her. But Denise pulls it close, then grabs the tentacles. She tears them off, then punches the head away. The Tripod falls over, dead. But Denise falls back. “NO!” you scream. You jump off, hurrying to her mecha.

You climb up its wreck. The Tripods are defeated, no more on LGA. But the skies are still black with martian capsules dropping down to Earth. All around the oceans you can see LGA's navy escort fighting more swimming machines, some resorting to ramming to defeating the alien menace. You grab the clamps on her cockpit and force them open.

Inside, you see Denise bruised and beaten. She coughs up a bit of blood from her mouth. Her legs and arms are burnt up, and it's clear that she's on her last legs. “... Ellie.”

“Denise.”

She blinks. “D-... are you safe? Are you out of danger?”

You nod. “Y-... yeah, I am.”

“Good.” Denise coughs, spitting out more blood. She taps your chest. “Be... good.” She slumps back, her eyes staring straight up at the sky.

…

> “DENISE!”
> “NOOOOO!”
> “YOU BASTARDS!”
> Other

>>777150
> “DENISE!”
> “NOOOOO!”
> “YOU BASTARDS!”

Truly our best retainer.

>>777150
>Other (Noir monologue)
It's what she would have wanted.

>>777150
>“NOOOOO!”

>>777150
>> “DENISE!”

> “DENISE!”
> “NOOOOO!”

You hold onto her arms. No, no. “Denise.” No response. “Denise!” You shake her a bit. “DENISE!” you cry. Your vision is getting blurred by something. It's not tears. You're not crying. Strong girls don't cry, come on. “DENISE!”

…

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

-

-

You open your eyes, groaning. Oh, you feel terrible. You lean up in your sleeping bag, and see utter darkness. You pat around the tent, then pick out your phone and shine a light. Everyone's in bed, and on your lap is Cuddles as he coils up and slumbers. Winona groans a bit. “Nnngh... Ellie...”

“Sorry.” You take a deep breath, then hold your heart. It's beating like a drum. “I uh...” Winona looks over at you, squinting from being robbed of sleep. You sigh deeply. “I had a nightmare.”

“Oh?” Winona quirks her brow, then leans over onto your chest. Goddamn it, Winona. Personal space. “What was it about?”

“I uh... I had a dream that there was an alien invasion,” you say. “And then there were martians. People were dying all around us. And then Denise came and saved us. But to save us, she died herself too and then- and then that's where it ended.” Winona looks at you with some confusion. “It was just... aliens from another planet coming to kill us, slaughter us, take us. And then-” You start breathing harder. “Everyone dying, the whole world being conquered by aliens...”

“Ellie.” Winona blinks a bit, a slight smirk on her face. “Are you afraid of aliens.”

“WHAT!?” You stop yourself. Everyone shifts around a bit. “N-, no. I'm not afraid of aliens.” Yeah, just because you watched Alien with your Mom and Dad when you were five that one time and couldn't sleep properly for a week without being alone doesn't make you scared of aliens. It just makes you scared of THAT particular alien.

“Go the fuck to sleep,” growls Inggrid.

You turn off the light on your phone, then lean back. But Winona apparently insists on hugging you and using you as a teddy bear. “... Winona, I didn't say you could use me as a pillow.”

“You're scared of aliens~,” she sings herself to sleep.

…

you're not scared of aliens.

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>>777348
Thanks Schteel

>>777348
Cute thread, going to War of the Worlds was a nice touch. See you next week.

>>777348
Thanks for scary fun, Boss.

>>777348
Bugger, been busy all day and missed it, fun read anyway though, thanks for running Schteel.

Cubs won

108 year drought is over

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