>>28926917
>>Access Shop
I WANNA SEE SOME TANKS.

>>28926917
>Access Shop

And can i see your twitter page, Iron? Link to archive also appreciated.

Huh, GuP seems to be rather popular with quest runners for some reason.

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>>28927056
Sure I'll put both links in my next post

>Access Shop

You decide to bring up Mr. Coapes Tank Emporium on your phone like Ms DeGaul told you to last night. You don’t think you’ve got the money to get anything right now, but it doesn’t hurt to check.

You open your browser and flick through a whole bunch of prompts before opening the right website. For some reason some completely weird video starts playing to introduce you to the store. It appears to be in Japanese, but there are some English subtitles.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lyl4UwXxTWc

OH FUCK VOLUME TOO LOUD. SHIT.

As if right on cue, Alexis tips her hat off of her head and glares at you.

“Oh, you’re awake…” she says sullenly, grimacing as she tries to open her eyes.

“Yeah, sorry,” You say “I had no idea that was going to play.”

“Ehhhh, I was half awake anyway.” Alexis says and rolls over, looking at you “Oh, by the way, since you were the first to pass out, Haley and Marie decided to draw dicks all over your face…”

MOTHERFU-

“Anyway, whatcha doing?”

“DeGaul told me we have a Tankery store last night. I’m only just now getting around to having a look at it.”

“Oh yeah? We should also check it out in person, just in case.”

“You know, that’s a great idea!” you say “Now, let’s take a look at these Tanks!”

The Menu opens up in front of you.

“Oh, we can’t buy anything without an account” Alexis says “We’ll actually need to go into the shop to get one.”

DON’T CARE. TANKS

[1/2]

[2/2]

You look at all four pictures and their descriptions, paying attention to each one individually.

>CHURCHILL KANGAROO (COMP. SPEC) ($5,000)
>It’s a variant of a Churchill. You’re not sure which variant exactly, but it is one.

>CRUSADER I CS(VINTAGE) ($10,000)
>It’s a British Cruiser tank with a Howitzer mounted on it. What’s not to like?

>CROMWELL I (VINTAGE) ($20,000)
>Fought at Normandy against Lions and Panthers and Tigers. A little banged up though.

>CENTURION Mk I (VINTAGE) ($70,000)
>Equipped with QF 77 and Driver Operated Machine Gun. Not for the faint of heart.


You consider the tanks for a minute. All British. You already have a couple British tanks, but it might not hurt to add a couple more….unless of course, it’d be for the best if you didn’t.
“Thoughts?” Alexis says

>Talk to Alexis about Tanks
>Get Ready for the Day
>Check Email
>Request Instructor
>Other

>>28926917
>Wake Alexis up so we can all bask in the misery of it being too cold and too early in the morning.

>>28927200
>>Check Email

>>28927200
>Check Email

And hooboy. Cromwell and Centurion.
What tank do we have now anyway?

>>28927200
>>CENTURION Mk I (VINTAGE) ($70,000)
Good lord do-
>Equipped with QF 77
Not want.

>>28927251
Matilda and a Tetrarch, both vintage.

>>28927251
Ach, forget it. I forget we already find Matilda yesterday.

>>28927260
...Shouldn't all Centy Mk 1 use 17pdr?

>>28927200
>Check Email

I think getting the Churchill Kangaroo might be a good idea, since it's already comp. spec and can be converted easily.

Well let's see what else we find first

>>28927200
> Check Email

>>28927283
No they were all equiped with Howitzers or things from the post war period.

Honestly this ffels like another Pershing

Twitter: https://twitter.com/CanadianIron
Yesterday's Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/28903956/

I'll have these up in the OP from now on.

>Check Email

“Eh, we can’t buy anything just yet. We might head into the shop anyway.” You copy the address into your phone. One more thing to do today.

“Alright,” Alexis says “I’ll make sure the others are up.”

You swipe to the side and bring up your Email App, and notice two Emails sitting in front of you as Alexis softly knocks on Maries door.

>Kate Bradley – Hiya!
>Hitami Itawa – Notice of Registration
>Get Ready for the Day – this will close the emails for now
>Other

>>28927347
>>Kate Bradley – Hiya!

>>28927283
The way Zaloga tells it, yes, they were only ever fitted with 17 pdrs, though by August 22nd 1945 they already stipulated Cent Mk 2s with 20pdrs, so that's something else to look for.

So our Vintage Cent Mk I up there is possibly a Comet in disguise

>>28927347
>Hitami Itawa – Notice of Registration

>>28927347
>>Kate Bradley – Hiya!

>>28927390
eh, after checking wikipedia (so take it with gain of salt) some pilot model apparently use 77 qf instead.

So seems this one is pilot model, who knows?

>>28927347
>>Kate Bradley – Hiya!
>>Hitami Itawa – Notice of Registration
Lets do both.

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>>28927447
Dubious, considering the DRAC had it fixed at 17pdr by the time it got off the drawing board.

>>28927347
>Why not both.

>Kate Bradley – Hiya!

You swing up the first email. It must have been the one you got while you were running around looking for tanks.

>Hey!

>Your Headmistress gave me this email to contact you on, and said you were juggling between West Point and the Canadian Army on choice of Instructor.

>Well I’ve reviewed you file, and your Headmistress has filled me in on some of the details about Sherbrooke and I’d love to be your instructor. As a Tankery Commander myself, I know what you’re going through, and would be happy to help in any regard as your instructor.

>Please do not hesitate to contact me

>Kate Bradley
>Lieutenant 2nd Class, West Point Military Academy.

You frown. You’re sure you’ve heard that name before somewhere.

>Hitami Itawa – Notice of Registration
>Research Kate Bradley
>Get ready for the day
>Other

>>28927560
>>Hitami Itawa – Notice of Registration

>Hitami Itawa – Notice of Registration

You flick to the other email. This seems official and important. You may as well read it.

>Hello and Greetings,

>On behalf of the ITL, I would like to congratulate you on registering your team with us for the coming season!

>Unfortunately, due to timing, we are unable to place you in the ITL World Championships, as you do not fill all the requirements and will not be able to in time. The first meet of the championships taking place in Bovington, England in 2 weeks.

>However, you have been enrolled into the North Atlantic Tankery League in the Canada and North America Division. The NATL is a diverse and prestigious League, and carries a wide range of schools within its borders.

>Before you begin the season, I would recommend scheduling one practice match with a school of your choice so that we can assign you a bracket and rating accordingly.

>SUBQUEST UNLOCKED: YOU CAN PUT THE GIRL IN THE TANK….
>Schedule a practice match with a rival school.

>Schedules will also be posted on Monday, the 30th of September 2013.

>Thankyou for your time, and we look forward to watching what you can produce in the future,

>Hitari Itawa

>Head of Communications, International Tankery League

You look up from the email, to see Marie, Haley and Alexis already ready and waiting for you.

“What are we doing today, commander?” Haley asks, giddy to head out.

>Check Tank Store
>Embark on a Subquest (Specify)
>Freshen up for the day
>Other

>>28927831
>>Check Tank Store
We need to get a shop account, Haley.

>>28927831
>Check Tank Store

>>28927831
>Check Tank Store

and niice, seems we will not meet Lafayette girls anyway. Good saving throw.

>>28927831
>We are doing nothing.
>Yet.
>So who wants to be secretary or treasurer? We'll need a budget and meetings set up.

>Check out Tank Store

“Well, I say we go and check the store,” you grin “we need an account, and they should be open by now, right?”

“Hopefully” Marie responds, giggling, before bursting into peals of laughter. You stand there wondering why she would even….

Oh. Right. Facedicks.

Hurrying to wash them all off with warm water and soap, you shot Marie a filthy glare as you all head of the house and lock the door behind you.

The store seems to be a brief walk away, just on the very outskirts of the stern side of Jourdan Park. Wow, you think as you approach the store with the polished QF 25 Artillery guarding the door, this place might just become a place where you spend a lot of your time.

Mr Coapes is already behind the counter. A well rounded man with a long moustache that extends to either side of his face and a warm, hearty laugh and smile, he currently has an oily rag draped over his shoulder as he argues with a customer.

“And I’m telling you it can’t be done!” he gestures, clicking on his computer screen a few times. Its then that you notice a phone pressed to his ear. He notices all four of you enter and holds up a finger as if to indicate a moment, and continues his conversation.

“Yes, Jurgen. Yes, Jurgen. Yes, well I can’t very well get them parts I don’t have. Right, Jurgen. Right….Well, I’m strapped up here with an ITA contract for dismantling our current crop of tanks…..Alright, well, I got customers, so I have to go. Yep, Dos Vidaniya to you too, you crazy Russkie.”

He puts the phone down and looks your way, spreading his arms wide with a big hearty grin on his face.

“Ah, four little Canadian girls walk into my shop on a Friday morning. I dare say that’s good for business, eh? What can I do for you ladies?”

>Shop Account
>Talk Upgrades
>Talk about the ITA Contract
>Other

>>28928023
>>Shop Account

>>28928023
>Shop Account

I love how 4 girls walking into a shop selling war machines is good for business.

>>28928023
>Shop Account
>Talk about ITA contract. Can we pretty please buy those tanks?

>Shop Account

“Hello, we’re looking to open up a shop account” you say stepping forward to the counter and presenting your ID Card.

“Evelyn LeClerc?” Coapes says, taking the card

“Does that mean you’re-”

“The new Tankery commander?”

“I was about to say related to Philippe LeClerc, but that works too,” Coapes says “Charlotte didn’t tell me we were getting new ones in.”

The old man fiddles with the computer some more and brings up the interface for buying and selling tanks.

"This here’s Tankslist. Get used to it; it’ll save you a lot of grief buying and selling and the like. If you put in a request through this, it’ll be processed directly to the store and I’ll just deduct the money for your account as I pay for the conversions”

“Seems simple enough” You say

"Oh it is” Coapes says “It’ll also list the upgrades that I have available at any given time. Some upgrades may be limited though, and another school might want them, so you’ll have to get in quick.”

“You can wishlist both upgrades and tanks. But only one of each per week, and even then only for a week. There’s only so much a man like me can do against the free market.” Mister Coapes picks up his phone and touches it to yours “There’s my number should you ever need emergency repairs or a late night upgrade”

“Now was there anything else you need to do here while you’ve still got me?”

>Buy a Tank
>Talk to Mister Coapes
>Embark on Subquest (Specify)
>Other

>>28928240
>>Embark on Subquest (Specify)

Go research Kate Bradley.

>>28928240
>>Other
>>Talk about the ITA Contract

>>28928240
>>Talk to Mister Coapes about the ITA contract

>Talk to Mr Coapes

“Actually, yeah, you mentioned an ITA contract?” You ask, and Coapes fixes you with a very blank stare before he shrugs and trundles off.
“I’m not meant to tell you this, but hell, you’re the new tankery commander so you may already know anyway” Coapes says, dropping the oily rag on the counter “The ITA have contracted me to dismantle our previous tanks over an investigation of something or other. It’s a load of absolute bollocks if you ask me, but that’s not what they’re paying me for. They’re paying me to check every fetid inch of these tanks for anything undue about them.”

“And have you found anything yet?” You ask.
Coapes just fixes you with that flat glance again.

“You are just way too curious for your own good, Miss LeClerc.”

HABIT UNLOCKED: CURIOSITY
>Habits are traits that can both help and hinder your progress through the quest. They can work both on the battlefield and off of it. In this case, Evelyn’s Curiosity may land her in some form of trouble she may not be able to get her way out of! This works both on the battlefield and off of it.

>Embark on Subquest (Specify)
>Buy Tanks
>Other

>>28928426
>>>Embark on Subquest (Specify)
>Go research Kate Bradley.

>>28928426
>>Embark on Subquest (Specify)
PANZERJAGER!

>>28928426
>Embark on Subquest (Specify)
Who the hell is Kate Bradley?

Didn't get to post this last night, tell me what you think.

Oh, the year was 1998, HOW I WISH I WAS ON SHERBROOKE NOW!
A letter of marque come from the Dean,
To the scummiest crew I'd ever seen,
God damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for ITL gold
We'd lose no fights-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken girl on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers.
Oh, Alice Barrett cried the town, HOW I WISH I WAS ON SHERBROOKE NOW!
For five brave girls all freshmen who
Would make for her the Antelope's crew
God damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for ITL gold
We'd lose no fights-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken girl on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers.
The Antelope tank was a sickening sight, HOW I WISH I WAS ON SHERBROOKE NOW!
She'd a list to the port and and her flags in rags
And with the rust in her treads she'd zig when she zags
God damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for ITL gold
We'd lose no fights-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken girl on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers.
On the Queens's birthday we put to sea, HOW I WISH I WAS ON SHERBROOKE NOW!
We were 19 days to the tourney day
Training like madmen all the way
God damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for ITL gold
We'd lose no fights-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken girl on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers.
On the 19th day we fought at last, HOW I WISH I WAS ON SHERBROOKE NOW!
When a bloody great Tiger hove in sight
With our cracked eight pounder we made to fight
God damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for ITL gold
We'd lose no fights-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken girl on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers.

(1/2)

>>28928612
The German moved like a fly in syrup, HOW I WISH I WAS ON SHERBROOKE NOW!
She was broad and fat and armor was scoured
But to catch her took the Antelope two whole hours
God damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for ITL gold
We'd lose no fights-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken girl on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers.
Then we stood 100 meters away, HOW I WISH I WAS ON SHERBROOKE NOW!
Our cracked eight pounder made an awful din
But with one fat shell the kraut stove us in
God damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for ITL gold
We'd lose no fights-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken girl on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers.
The Antelope shook and pitched on her side, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!
Our hope was smashed like a bowl of eggs
And Barrett was splayed across both me legs
God damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for ITL gold
We'd lose no fights-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken girl on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers.
So here I stand in my senior year, HOW I WISH I WAS ON SHERBROOKE NOW!
It's been 4 years since we sailed away
And I just made Halifax yesterday
God damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for ITL gold
We'd lose no fights-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken girl on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers.

>>28928426
>Research Kate Bradley
We're going full curious now.

>Embark on Subquest: Who the Hell is Kate Bradley?

You frown as you head of the shop, offering a brief mumbled apology and a waved goodbye. Coapes waves back, and then ducks out the back of his shop, probably to go work on fixing some tank of some sort.

“Something’s been bugging me,” You say “One of the instructors that we can ask for sent me an email today, telling us that she’d love to be our instructor. But the name feels, and sounds, really familiar.”

“That’s not hard,” Haley says “A lot of the instructors were previously Aces at their school. Why, what’s the name of this one?”

“Kate Bradley?” You say off handedly. The reaction that you get is not exactly one you were expecting….

…All 3 of the other girls are all standing there, all staring at you with wide eyed amazement.

“Kate Bradley” Marie says in a neutral tone “You’re sure?”

“I think so. Why?”

“Even in France we know who Kate Bradley is” Haley pipes up

“Australia too”

‘WHO IS SHE?!” You ask, clearly getting frustrated, before Alexis holds her phone up in front of you, and you read…

Oh.

OH.

>INTEL UNLOCKED: KATE BRADLEY.
>NORTH AMERICAN ACE OF ACES.
>SENIOR, GEORGE S. PATTON SCHOOL OF TANKERY. (CLASS OF 2014)
>4 YEARS AS COMMANDER, 1 SEMESTER AS CADET.
>1ST ROUND DRAFT PICK – NORTH AMERICAN WOMEN’S TANKERY LEAGUE (WEST POINT BLACK KNIGHTS)

Well shit.

No wonder you know who this is.

This is the most dangerous girl in the North Americas.

>Put in Request for Instructor
>Embark on Subquest (Specify)
>Other

>>28928722
WE NEED HER AS INSTRUCTOR
>Put in Request for Instructor

>>28928722
Yes, we are dropping money for her now.

>Put in Request for Instructor
Kate Bradley.

>>28928722
>Put in Request for Instructor

>>28928722
>>Put in Request for Instructor
Seems a good bet. Put it in.

>>28928639
>>28928612
Based Stan Rogers
I-I love you /tg/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIwzRkjn86w

>>28928722
>Put in Request for Instructor (Kate Bradley)
That's some serious credentials.

>Put in request for Instructor
You immediately get your phone out and dial the number you have saved for Kate Bradley.
The phone dials a few times before its picked up. A sweet, northern midwest voice answers on the other end.
“Hello?”
“Hi, is this Kate Bradley?”
“Speaking. Can I know who I’m speaking too?”
“Evelyn LeClerc. Sherbrooke Tankery Commander.”
“Ah yes, the girl I emailed last night. I take it you got my email?”
“Yeah, as a matter of fact I did.” You scratch the back of your head nervously “I was wondering whether you’d fly in for a few weeks and instruct us”
“I would love too.” Kate replies “No…turn left you idiot, your right in the ISU’s guns.”
There’s a brief pause.
“Sorry, Evelyn I’m in the middle of a simulator run right now”
“That’s no problem.” You mumble
“If you can wire the money through I’ll put through the paperwork at the end of this simulator run and I’ll contact you when I’m coming up. How does that sound?”
>CONFIRM INSTRUCTOR: KATE BRADLEY (-$7,500)
>Y/N

>>28928957
Yes. A thousand times over.

>>28928957
>>Y
DO IT!

>>28928957
>>Y
Lets do this.

>>28928957
>Y

>>28928957
I hope she'll pull a miracle off instructing green crews in vintage tanks. Coz we'll be strapped for cash after this.

>Y

>Y
>-$7500

“Yep, that’ll be transferred over right away” You say, swiping the funds over to the contact details with the press of a button.

“Great” Kate seems genuinely pleased at that. “It appears the other cadets here don’t know a M10 from an M18 in the simulator runs, so I’m going to go and file the paperwork that should have me up, and teaching you, in the space of a couple weeks!”

You can almost hear the smile in her voice on the other end.

“Alright, well… ummmm… take it easy then I guess” You say “Instructor Bradley?”

“Lieutenant Bradley’s fine if you want to just go with that” Kate says, laughing softly “Bye Evelyn”

You hang up the phone and look at your three friends, who all seem to be looking at you as if expecting an answer.

“Well I got us an instructor” You say finally and maybe a little too happily. I mean god, why shouldn’t you be happy, look at those qualifications?

“Kate Bradley is our instructor?” Alexis asks.

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, she’s still a Senior at George S Patton. You don’t think there’s a conflict of interest there?”

…..

Huh.

You hadn’t thought of that.

“What should we do now, Commander?” Haley asks

>Embark on Subquest (Specify)
>Walk around generally
>Other

>>28929135
>Embark on Subquest
Find more tanks. Find a library to research their likely locations.

>>28929135
>>Embark on Subquest (Specify)
PANZERJAGER

>Embark on subquest (Panzerjager)

“Okay, girls, let’s look for those tanks!” You say emphatically.

“Evelyn, that’s great and all” Marie says looking around “but we already found two in the park. Where else would we be able to look above deck?”

>Library (Research Lost tanks)
>Storage Sheds
>Lake Amherst
>Carleton Solar Farms
>School Campus

>>28929264
>Library (Research Lost tanks)

>>28929264
>>Library (Research Lost tanks)
Better to research first.

>>28929264
>Library (Research Lost tanks)
Lets get an idea of where they are, first.

>Library (Research Lost Tanks)

“May as well start at le bibliotechque” you say, moving across the park to the old worn out granite building that you had spent so much time in your freshman year.

“Fuck yes books!” Marie jumps next to you, just coming up to your shoulders, pumping her fists “I am going to get my learn on sooooo hard you faggots are going to be jealous.”

“Actually it’d be a great idea for me and Haley to get accounts there for now.” Alexis says, thinking “Rather than wait for the lines when term starts.”

“Oh right,” You say, just remembering that this is a school ship “When’s school start again?”

“Monday Week.” Alexis says “The 30th, right?”

“Oui” Haley says

You enter the library and watch as Haley and Alexis go off to get borrowing accounts with the librarian. Marie goes off to look at every book that takes her fancy, finally back in her natural element.

This leaves just you to look for any clues as to the Tanks for now, where do you want to start?

>Student Records
>Sports Audits
>Pre-Academyship: A History of the HMCS Sherbrooke
>Yearbooks dating back to the 60’s

>>28929431
>>Student Records

>>28929431
>Sports Audits

>>28929431
>Student Records
But split the work to the rest of our crew, covering what we aren't researching right now.
One of them might get lucky at least.

>>28929431
>Sports Audits

>Student Records

Fuck it, you’re going to grab all of the books, sit down at a table, and leaf through every last fucking one of them. It’s only….

11:30AM. You figure you might have to start worrying about getting some lunch soon.

You flick through Student Records, going back and looking at the girls smiling for the camera and the achievements and numbers attached to them.

“Found anything?” Marie comes over and sits next to you, picking up a sports audit from the 80’s. Next to her is a pile of comic books.

“Maybe.” You say in a thoughtful voice “This girl here…“ you point at an auburn haired girl – Carrie Valjean “…she was a Tankery commander in the 60’s. I think she won a tank for the school that got lost.”

>INTEL UNLOCKED: THE EURO
>There is a European Tank somewhere around Sherbrooke

“Won?”

“Yeah, like Haley was saying yesterday”

“Oh, right?” Comprehension dawns on Maries face before she goes back to her comic books.

>Sports Audits
>Pre-Academyship: A History of the HMCS Sherbrooke
>Yearbooks dating back to the 60’s
>Get Lunch
>Other

>>28929798
>>Sports Audits

>>28929798
>>Sports Audits

>>28929798
>Sports Audits

>>28929798
>>Sports Audits

Ask Marie to get lunch

>Sports Audits

You decide to flick through some sports audits.
You might be on to something here.

Grabbing the ’68 Sports Audit; you figure that that was in line with Valjean’s enrolment dates, you begin flicking through the Tankery section.

It takes you a few minutes to get your head around the numbers. Ugh, accounting, you could never do it right, or properly, or even well.
Eventually you start making a little sense of the jumble of numbers on the page, but if only because of your knowledge of Tanks.

“Marie?” you ask. Marie lowers her comic – Batman RIP, until just her eyes are showing “Have you heard the name Turan before?”

“A Turan’s a Hungarian Tank” Haley says, walking over with a stack of books “Couple of different models we faced back in France. Have you got any idea what it model it is?”

“Ergggghhhhh, you flow back through the numbers "…..a I?”

>INTEL UNLOCKED: THE EURO
>European Tank is a Turan I

“It’ll probably be in one of the sports sheds” Marie says, and puts her comic book down “Should we go and try and find it?”

>Yes
>Nope, Books (Specify which you'd like to read next)
>Embark on Subquest (Specify)
>Get Lunch
>Other

>>28929981
>>Yes
Oh boy, a Hungarian tank.

>>28929981
Well, at least it can mount a 7.5 L/43 eventually.
>Yes, go ahead.
>Read: Yearbooks dating back to the 60's.

>Yes

“Alright” You say, getting up to move.

“Hey, wait for me!” Marie says, now completely snowed under by books.

“We’ll be back for those later” You say to the librarian’s assistant, a suddenly very confused junior who just blinks at you and continues stacking books onto a shelf.

And then you practically run out the door.

FUCK YES TANKS.

The sports sheds are a complete district and you realize this as you wander amongst them, almost getting lost a couple of times as you try and navigate the maze of prefabricated structures.

“Some of these look as if they haven’t been emptied in years” Marie says.

“Yeah” you say stepping up to and wiping the grime off of another window to get another look inside – nope no tank. Dammit. “I’m kind of hoping there’s a tank inside one of them.”

Suddenly you hear the strangest sound up about a hundred meters ahead, around a corner.

A dog bark. Followed by people chattering.

“Oh, no fucking way…” Alexis says “What do we do!?”

>Approach
>Back off
>Circle round
>Other (please specify)

>>28930142
>Approach
KIRK?

>>28930142
>>Approach

>Approach

“The only thing we can do…” you grin and begin walking forward “…pray we don’t get slobbered to death again.”

“Oh no, because being eaten is so much better” Marie says behind you. As you turn the corner….

…To see four unfamiliar young girls, and one familiar looking dog, all sitting on a rock, stuffing friend fish pieces into their mouth. One of the girls throws a fried fish piece at Kirk and he barks before he sniffs and sees you.

“Oi, Whatta yat? Who knit ya?” the Girl says, as Kirk begins walking over towards you, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.

>Pardon
>Attempt to answer
>Pet Kirk
>Other

>>28930318
>>Pet Kirk

>>28930318
>>Pardon

>>28930318
>Pardon
>Pet Kirk

>Pet Kirk
>Pardon

“Parlous Vous Francais?” You say, reaching forward to pet kirk, acting all cutesy and scratching him under the chin. He growls contentedly.

“I am certain that was not French, Evelyn” Haley says next to you, reaching forward to scratch behind Kirk’s ears as well.

“Well Kirk seems to like them…” You hear one of the other girls say to the one who addressed you in a fairly normal voice accent, and not the garbled mishmash of words you heard before.

“Yeah, yeah, alright” The original girl says. You can’t quite place the accent. “It appears Kirk likes ya, so I’ll guess we’ll let ya off the hook for now. We was just having a late breakfast before making the hike up to Shed 66.”

“Shed 66?” You ask. You’ve never heard of Shed 66, but it does seem rather exciting.

“Yeah, storage shed on the top of the hill thar” The lead girl says pointing a thumb behind her

“Oh and I’m Jamie Murphy. This here’s Alexis Murray” Jamie motions to a petite red-headed girl, the one who appealed to jamie before, you figure “and the Blackwood twins – Erica and Dawn” The twins are both very similar, with the same coloured hair, posture and glasses, hell, even their facial structures look the same.
Freaky.

Jamie offers you her hand “We’re the Newfoundland Society”

>Boast
>Neutral
>Polite

>>28930452
>>Polite
Introduce ourselves.

>>28930452
>>Polite

>Polite

“Evelyn LeClerc” You say, taking the hand and shaking it “Pleased to meet you!”

“And your fine friends?” One of the Twins asks, you’re not sure which one. Mental Note Evleyn #1: Figure out which twin is which.

“Oh, god where are my manners,” you respond “the short blonde bookish one is my best friend, Marie Bouchard. The Tall one is Haley Laviolette, and the one with the hat is Alexis Tremblay.”

Jamie nods her greetings and then whistles. Kirk comes bolting from your arms and heels perfectly next to Jamie’s legs, coming up to her thighs easily.

Jamie snaps a small leash on Kirk and then beckons for you to follow up the hill.

“Ready to find out what’s in Shed 66?”

>Yes
>No
>Maybe some other time
>Other

>>28930452
Put one in every tank, and on the radios. If a foreign team is listening in on our chatter, they'll never be able to figure out our plans.

>>28930601
>>Yes
LET'S DO IT.

>>28930601
>>Yes

>>28930601
>Yes
Sure what the hell.

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>Yes
“Are you kidding, I was born ready!” You say.

A quarter of the way up, you realize you may have spoken too soon. You forgot to put on proper walking boots today, and as such your feet are ALREADY killing you. By the looks of your friends, it looks as if they’re having the same problem.

Jamie, meanwhile, seems to be pulled along by Kirk, and doesn’t even break a sweat. Same with all the Newfy’s. They clear the hill with ease, and way ahead of you. All four of them and the dog.

You and your friends meanwhile, stumble to the top of the hill a few minutes later, panting and out of breath.

“At least…” Marie says, sucking in air deep “It’ll be easier….going down.”

‘You can say that again” Haley says “but we have arrived!”

The Shed looms in front of you, and the Newfoundland group has already staked it all out by the time you get to your feet. Kirk sits at the window, wagging his tail and barking his head off.

‘Huh, that’s not a pile of expelled student skeletons” Murray says, looking through the window

“Aye, it’s bloody big whaterr it is” Jamie say in her thick accent. Your ears peak at that.

“What is it, then?” You say, hurrying over.

“See for yourself” Murray says, stepping back for you to look in the window.

It takes a bit for you to see it, but your eyes eventually adjust.

“Oooooh, it’s the Turan tank!” Haley finally says excitedly

>TANK UNLOCKED: 40M TURAN I (VINTAGE)

“So you girls are Tankery kids, are ya?” The Newfoundland girls all say, huddling together.

>RECRUITMENT OPPURTUNITY: NEWFOUNDLAND SOCIETY
>Y/N

>>28930734
>>Y
HELL YEAH MOTHERFUCKER

>>28930734
>Y
Also, what were they looking for around here?

>Y
“Yeah, are you interested?” You ask, as the girls all immediately look very thoughtful, as if each of them individually has to consider this proposal.

“Actually, we’re not sure” Jamie says finally “Group Huddle ‘ere Gurls.”

The girls all huddle together for a few minutes and discuss in hushed whispers. You really don’t care al that much – it gives you and your crew a chance to play with Kirk for a bit. Kirk seems to whimper and bark when you pat him, and you and the three other girls enjoy petting him all over.

The Newfoundland girls finally break “Well, it’s finally decided…” Jamie says with grim ceremony before breaking into a huge grin
“…we thought why the hell not?”

>CREW UNLOCKED
> NEWFOUNDLAND SOCIETY
>CURRENT DEFAULT CALLSIGN: TEAM LABRADOR

The Newfoundland girls quickly leave you, saying that they need to get Kirk home quickly, but not before swapping contact details.

“Wow, I didn’t even know we had a Newfoundland Society” Marie pipes up next to you “But hey, we got a tank!”

Yes we did.

Your stomach grumbles at that. You check the time: 1:30PM.

Might REALLY need to start worrying about lunch.

>Eat Out
>Eat at Home
>Wait a bit
>Other

>>28930841
A crew named after a dog, hah.
>Eat Out
LET'S GET SOME TIMMIES

>>28930841
>>Eat Out

>>28930841
>Eat out
>Other
Call for tank pick up.

>>28930895
Yeah this too.

>>28930841
>Eat Out

>Eat Out

“Alright, Lunch!” You say “Back down the hill!”
Powered by momentum, excitement and hunger, you manage to get down the hill in ten minutes flat. You look back – your crew manage to keep up. Well alright then!

“Where are we going for lunch, Evie?” Marie asks next to you, and you stop and tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear as you think about where.

“Tim Horton’s?” You ask, and the girsl all nod and begin trundling off behind you, with you leading them on.

“Oh, shit” You say, pulling out your phone and smiling sheepishly at your crew as you walk

“Need the Turan picked up.”

“Got another one for me?” Seaman answers in a completely bored voice the second the line connects.

“Yeah, a 40M Turan I” You say “It’s in Sports Shed 66.”

“Alright I’ll send one of my freshman to go pick it up” Seaman says.

“Oh, did you get the other two?”

“Yeah, I dropped them off at Coapes Tank Emporium” Seaman replies “Seemed as good a place as any to keep them until school starts…”

“Okay, thanks.” You nod

“Oh before you go Evelyn, one thing” Seaman says

“Shoot…”

“I like what you’re doing, but please don’t ever try to recruit me, okay?” Seaman then hangs up, leaving you hanging.

You arrive at Tim Hortons to see a much smaller line today. You want some actual food, so you order a Chili Hot Bowl. Strangely, your crew all order the same.

>Converse Casually
>Talk Tanks
>Talk to Marie
>Talk to Haley
>Talk to Alexis
>Eat in Silence
>Other

>>28931085
>>Converse Casually

>>28931085

>>28931085
>Converse Casually

Personally I don't think I want to recruit Seaman at this time, she's a dick.

>>28931085
>Talk Tanks

>>28931184
She's playing hard to get

>>28931207
At the rate she's going, I'm going to want to punch her in the face when we see her in person for the first time.

>>28931085
>Talk Tanks
Alright, I already have enough of a hard time keeping up with American, Commonwealth, German, Russian, French and Japanese tanks.
I just took a cursory look as to what this Hungarian hunk of steel is, and all I'm seeing with our line-up right now is a high RoF piddly guns.

>>28931332
We've only got 3 of 7 right now, we'll find something better hopefully.

And if we upgrade the Hungarian all the way, we should be able to get a decent, not awesome but decent, German 75mm Kwk 43.

>>28931332
I love it.give us time to improve on them

>>28931332
Eh, we don't have to win the championship like Trudy in LGA.

>Converse Casually

“Hmmm, so we got an instructor, a tank and a crew today.” You say, gobbling down some chili as you go “And we’re only at lunchtime”

“Late Lunch,” Alexis corrects "And yeah, the Newfoundland girls seem….interesting. I have trouble understanding Jamie though.”

“You’re not the only one” You say “Sorry for the French crack, Haley.”

“Oh it was nothing,” Haley says, looking up from her food “I was just as confused as you were, so I guess if I didn’t know French as well as I did I thought it might be a weird dialect as well”

You snort. Yeah, Newfoundish is a really weird dialect.

“So who is picking up our tanks?” Marie says, looking up as if she considering another bowl of Chile.

“Samantha Seaman” You reply, frowning in confusion “But she’s acting like a complete bitch, and I can’t for the life of me understand why. I mean, I don’t think I did anything to her last year.”

“Is it a Tankery thing then?” Haley asks

“I don’t think so. I mean, I’d know if there was” You reply shrugging “I haven’t seen in her person so I don’t know whether she’s someone whose toes I tripped on last year or not”

“Well anyway, what are we going to do now?” Alexis asks, finishing off her bowl of delicious chili

>Go Tank Hunting
>Go Crew Hunting
>Research Tanks
>Goof Around
>Other

>>28931426
>Go Tank Hunting

>>28931426
>>Go Tank Hunting
WE HAVEN'T FOUND ALL THE TANKS, LET'S FIND SOME.

>>28931426
>Research Tanks
Back to the Library!
Also, I think it would be better to research about storage manifests or whatnot since it was mentioned that the prototype was in some storage somewhere.

>>28931426
>>Go Tank Hunting

Send Haley to Tank Research

Multitask people , Multitask

>>28931332
Anything from that early in the war is going to be piddly, anon.

Ideally we'd pick up a Pershing, T-54 or Centurion (Centurion's probably the best of the lot)

>Go Tank Hunting

“Let’s find some more Tanks,” You say excitedly “I have a feeling we can get at least one more out of the way by tonight.”

“Yeah, that works” Alexis nods, as Marie pouts, her second bowl not agonisingly out of reach.

“Oh stop it you,” You say to Marie “You don’t need it anyway.”

“But it was delicious!” Marie pleads

“Yeah well, we’re going to go and hunt tanks”

“Ugh, fine” Marie scoffs “But where are we going to look?”

>Lake Amherst
>Carleton Solar Farms
>School Campus
>Other (Specify)

>>28931578
>Carleton Solar Farms

>>28931578
>>Carleton Solar Farms

>>28931578
>>Carleton Solar Farms

>>28931572
No, Pershing, That tanks brings nightmares.

A centurion also since it was in the prototype stages by the time the war ended

>>28931684
Jesus you're bloody retarded.

Those tanks and their variants are ones which have been in service for 30+ years, the maintenance is going to be easier than on a fucking vintage Hungarian tank nobody has the manual for any more.

>>28931730
Yes, but they are all comparatively rather high level tanks than anything we have money for, not even considering their relative rarity as seen in universe so far for tanking.

>Carleton Solar Farms

“To the solar farms!” You say, pointing with grand flamboyance.

“Panzer Vor” They all yell with exaggerated gestures, and you all giggle as you head out.
The Carleton wind farms are about an hour walk away, on the very far end of the academyship..

You eventually get there, but your legs are killing you by the time you get there. Fuck, how much have you walked today?

You get inside the compound of the solar farm and take a seat on the grass, massaging your sore legs.

“You alright, Commander?” Haley asks, looking concerned at you.

“Yeah, I just haven’t walked this much in a long time.”

“Yeah,” Marie says “You never told me what you got up to over the holidays?”

>Nothing
>Reading
>Video Games
>I worked

>>28931789
>>I worked

>>28931789
>>Video Games

>>28931789
>>I worked
>>28931730
However, you need to remember that these tank are for WW2 or before. The pershing was a mediocre tank, the centurion was in it's prototype stages.

Both of which weren't refined until korea.

They were in use for 30+ years but there were problems with them by the time the war ended thus that's the best we can get out of them

>>28931786
>Yes, but they are all comparatively rather high level tanks than anything we have money for, not even considering their relative rarity as seen in universe so far for tanking.
There are entire scrapyards of rusting Centurions and early Pattons you could convert by swapping a turret. ~100,000 T-54s were built up to '83 and you could get factory fresh one for $50,000.

>>28931921
This is a fact. However, the universe as depicted hasn't really had more than a few of any particular tank that wasn't a Sherman or T-34.

I think that we can include some kind of cultural/tankery based bias against teams stacked with things such as these.

Besides, the economy of this world is rather wonky compared to the real one.

>>28931921
You do realize that these tanks are from the Korea war and Patton tanks are illegal.

Not to mention converting them into ww2 specs will cost more money then what their worth

>I worked.

“I worked,” You say to Marie “a lot”

“How much money did you make over the holidays?” Marie asks you, raising an eyebrow.“ or a better question, do you think you could add a bit of it to the budget?”

Oh yeah. That could possibly work.

>BUDGET: +$5000

Suddenly two girls in straight broad rimmed hats and red jackets round the corner.

“Eh, you’re not meant to be here you delinquents!” One of them says, jogging over towards you.

Shit! Junior Mounties.

>Get out of my face, pig.
>Is there a problem, Officer?
>Remain silent
>Other

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>>28931996
>>Is there a problem, Officer?

>>28931996
>>Is there a problem, Officer?

Be polite.

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>>28931997
As well as this one.

>>28931996
>Is there a problem, Officer?

>>28931996
>>Is there a problem, Officer?

>Is there a problem, officer?

“Uhhh, is there a problem, officer?” You ask, trying to be polite.

‘Yeah,” One of the Junior Mounties says, glaring at you. “As I said earlier, you’re not meant to be here.”

“Oh sorry,” Haley says, helping you to your feet “We were just looking whether there were some tanks around here that we could find.”

A devious grin spreads across the Mounties face as they look at each other and then back.

“Tanks, you say?”

>RECRUITMENT OPPURTUNITY: MOUNTIES
>Y/N?

>>28932177
>Y
Why not?

>>28932177
>>Y
We need all the help we can get. Let's go for it.

>>28932177
>Y

Hopefully this isn't a "OOOH, TANKERS WE CAN SCREW THEM OVER" situation like in Schteels.

Damn I'm jaded already...

>>28932177
>>Y

there the pinkertons of the story aren't they

>>28932177
>Y
Well, they're technically cavalry already aren't they?
The jump to armored cavalry would be less jarring than starting out green at least.

>Y

“Yeah,” You say “Wanna join?”

The two Mounties look between each other and then begin laughing hysterically, slapping each other on the back. They straighten back up immediately, straightening their uniforms.

“So you think you can just walk in here, and then attempt to recruit us, and that makes everything better?” The one farthest away from you says.

“Well no, but-“

“Good, because while that would probably ride with the junior Mounties, it doesn’t ride with us.” The lead one says.

“You might want to get out of here before she tickets you up.” The farther Mountie says “She just has this way with delinquents.”

“OH FUCK OFF, FAY” The lead one turns and snaps

“YEAH? FUCK YOU TOO EDEN, THEY”RE JUST TRYING TO BE NICE AND YOU’RE LITERALLY SHITTING IN THEIR MOUTH.”

You hastily make your exit.

>Lake Amherst
>School Campus
>Other

>>28932415
>>Lake Amherst

Not the best, but we didn't get arrested so I'll take it.

>>28932415
>>Lake Amherst
Let's go for a swim.

>>28932415
Well, that was a bust.

>Other
We left the library materials as it is. I suggest we get right back to those and just take notes, if we don't have any more time left.

>>28931858
>The pershing was a mediocre tank
And you've demonstrably proven yourself to lack any knowledge on armoured warfare.

>>28931978
>Besides, the economy of this world is rather wonky compared to the real one.
Hah! True enough, I can't imagine what kind of world would consider 10+km supercarriers feasible in the first place. Maybe that's where all the disposable income went.

>>28931985
So you change the turret for maybe 50% of the price of a full tank, maybe change out the engine for a further pittance, whoop de doo. None of the Pattons and Cents got a hull redesign out to the -47, and that one was a 6 degree change in front armour angle (Hell, the first M47 was a M46 with a new turret).

>>28932541
Besides the gun, it was slow, it's armor pretty strong but was no more comparable to the Tiger in terms of usage. The engine itself was underpowered and they didn't fix these problem till after ww2 which we can only use during or before that time period.

Again the Patton tank did not came out till after ww2, I'm not sure it's not legal,

Unless you can come up with some reason that the Patton tank can be converted to a early model pershing, which again be more trouble then it's worth

>Lake Amherst
>School Campus
>Other

>Lake Amherst

Well, may as well head to the lake if the solar farm didn’t work out. Maybe there are tanks there.

You begin walking towards the lake, which is situated in a separate park adjoined to Marshall Jourdan Park.

The Lake is genuinely busy today – with a number of girls running around and enjoying what sunshine there is in Canada.
However you’re not sure where you would find a tank in Lake Amherst. Unless…

“How deep is Lake Amherst, Marie?” You say to your nerdy friend, a theory beginning to pop into your brain again.

“5 metres I’m pretty sure” Marie says, trying to recite facts off the top of her head “Yeah, you’d be able to see the bottom if someone dived in….OH NO YOU WOULDN’T.”

“Yeah, I’m thinking I might.”

“What’s going on?” Alexis asks.

“Evie thinks there’s a tank at the bottom of the lake” Marie says, staring at you “But who would you send down?”

>Go Yourself
>Send Marie
>Send Haley
>Send Alexis

>>28932415
>Lake Amherst

>>28932664

Crap ignore that first bit

>>28932664
>Go Yourself
We must be THE LEADER.

>>28932664
>Go Yourself

>>28932664
>Go Yourself
Who dares wins and all that jazz

>>28932664
>Go Yourself
Time to be a fearless leader.

>>28932664
Go yourself, put some hair on your chest

>>28932664
>Go Yourself

>enjoying what sunshine there is in Canada
Hypothermia can be QM handwaved easily. HA! Along with tank prices.

>Go Yourself

“I’ll go myself.” You say, beginning to strip off by the side of the lake.

“Um, Evie?” Marie whispers “Public Decency?”

“It’s for the tanks” You grin, and then holding your breath, you dive into the lake.

The water is murky, and surprisingly deep, but you can just make out the floor of the lake.

There’s a whole bunch of weeds down there, and a lot of algae, which makes it so much harder to see anything on the bed like a tank.

Squinting, you try and make out anything that would be big enough to be a tank.

Rock….

Rock….

Rock…

Hold on, wait, that last one wasn’t a rock.

With what little oxygen you have, you kick with all your might and rap a knuckle against the oddly shaped rock.

A muted metallic clang answers you.

WHOAH.

It’s at that point that you realise that you’re practically out of air, and kick back up to the surface, coughing and spluttering the moment your head breaks the surface.

“THERE’S A TANK DOWN HERE!” You yell, as Alexis drags you out of the water and Marie gives you your clothes back. Ugh, wet underwear for the rest of the day.

“Great!” Alexis says, holding your phone out too you “You also had a missed call from an unknown caller.”

>Call Seaman
>Call Unknown Caller
>Stand there and dry out
>Other

>>28932942
>>Call Unknown Caller
>>Stand there and dry out

>>28932942
>>Call Unknown Caller
Tell the girls to find some towels.

>>28932942
>Call Unknown Caller

>>28932942
>"Girls, I can't exactly take a call while dripping wet. I'm going back to get a towel."

>>28932649
It's not actually that slow.

that guy with the Hunnicutt book has some numbers on it.

>Monday week
How commonly is this said in other parts of the world?

>>28933083
Only on roads, it's offroad performance is bad

>Call Unknown Caller

“Interesting” You say, grabbing your phone, and still dripping wet.

“We’ll arrange for pick-up while you do that” Alexis says, picking her own phone out “I hope you don’t mind that I stole Seaman’s number from your phone.”

“Be my guest” You respond, and then hit ‘redial’ on the last person to call you.

“Fay Kootenay.”

“Um, hi. I’m Evelyn LeClerc, you tried calling me before?”

“Oh right. The Tankery girl right?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“Kinda, I was with my boss, Eden, at the Solar Farm. I just wanted to apologize for how I treated you. Sorry, I can’t say the same for Eden.”

“That’s fine.” You say neutrally. “Was there anything else?”

“Actually yeah,” Faye says “but if you’ve got the time.”

“Kinda.” You say, wishing she’d just get to the point.

“Well, I just got off duty and talked to a few of my understudies – Freshmen mostly. We’re all really excited in joining Tankery, but it HAS to be behind Eden’s back.”

>RECRUITMENT OPPURTUNITY: MOUNTIES Mk 2
>Y/N

>>28933179
>>Y
AW SHIT. YES, YES.

>>28933083
We talking about the Patton or the Pershimg?

>>28933179
> Y
How many are we talking about here?

>>28933179
>Y
But of course!

>>28933118
It's off-road performance isn't anyworse than any other tanks'. According to the stats, it would actually be more mobile off road than a Sherman, on account of it having less ground pressure than the Sherman.

People say you could jog faster than it on a muddy field, but I'm going to hazard a guess and say that is true of ALL tanks. Especially since we very rarely see the 'off road' speeds of other tanks.

The 8km/h off road speed for the pershing listed on Wiki is pretty dubious itself. For one, there's no source. What does off road mean in this case, anyway? Off road could be anything from a snowfield, a muddy swamp, a jungle, sandy OR rocky desert, or just plain old european grassland. And speeds will vary over all of those terrains.

>>28933118
Same with the Tiger. Or the IS. Or the KV's. There was not a single heavy tank in WW2 that perfomed well offroad.

>>28933179
>Y
Of course

joining behind the other girl's back is going to be a problem later though, isn't it?

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>>28933083
Hi Sentinel. You really should get into the habit of saving pictures you'll need.

>>28933232
The Pershing, of course

#1 inflammatory aid for LGA and SherbAQ

>>28933422
I saved it to my computer, but I'm on my tablet

what's the name of the book, by the way? I want a copy now.

>>28933426
Really, because that anon kept going on and on about converting Pattons. it was a little confusing.

If Sentinel says so about the Pershing, I'll coincide, I guess my bias is still from German's arguement about the Pershing

>>28933460
>>28933460
It's
>Pershing A History of the Mesium Tank T20 Series

>Y

“Welcome aboard” You say, as Fay thanks you profusely.

“You’re the best. I’ll round up my Freshmen since we’re all off duty tomorrow in case you need us.”

“Uhhh, yeah. Thanks for the enthusiasm” You blink

“No, thank you, Evelyn.” Fay says, suddenly very excitable. “I’ll catch you later”.

“Anytime” You mumble, as you get off the phone…

…To see the ARV lifting the tank out of the water.

“Mon dieu!” Haley is absolutely beside herself at this point as she realizes what it is. “It is a French Tank!”

“What kind?” You ask, towelling off your hair with your shirt.

“A Char D2 Medium Tank” Haley says, sparkles still in her eyes “Charles De Gaulle was said to ride in one. Back home it is said to bring good luck!”

>TANK UNLOCKED: CHAR D2 (VINTAGE)

Suddenly you see a girl with freckles and brunette pixie haircut step out from the AFV and approach you. She nods at you.

“Hey, are you Evelyn LeClerc?”

>Boast
>Neutral
>Polite

>>28933564
>>Polite
Freshman, huh?

>>28933564
>Polite

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>>28933564

Oh and the picture of the D2

>>28933564
>>Neutral
>D2
Oh god half our lineup is gonna be slow ass early war shit.

>>28933614
The fun part is all of our good tanks are getting scrapped by the ITA. Not to mention our Ace crew getting banned as well.

>>28933614
>>28933614
Yes, I love our lineup so far.

Not trolling, I love our tanks

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>>28933460
I'll do you one better.

http://kickass.to/a-history-of-american-tank-anthology-by-r-p-hunnicutt-t8084024.html

>>28933640
I don't think they're getting scrapped, that would allow us to raise shit with them.

What they are doing is stripping them down to parts to see if anything is wrong with them or non IT'S compatible.

>>28933651
You are a great person and don't let anyone tell you otherwise

>>28933564
>Polite

>Polite

“Yes?” You say.

“Samantha Seaman, Naval Studies.” Samantha says, extending her hand. When you go to shake it, she almost crushes your hand. Jesus.

“I’m going to take the Tank to Coapes like the other three that you’ve had me and my crew running around grabbing” She almost seems offended that she had to do it when she says it. “But we’ve recovered 4 now, will there be any others?”

“3 more” You say. “I think.”

That stops Samantha in her tracks “You think? Wait a minute, you’ve been GUESSING this entire time?”

“Well, yeah” You shrug.

“Alright, fine” Samantha says, pinching the bridge of her nose and sighing with frustration “I know there’s a couple down below decks, but they seem a bit outside of what I’ve seen before.”

“Okay.” You say, nodding.

“Just keep me out of your little Tankery project, and for the love of god don’t go down there without supervision.”

You wait until all the debris is cleared off of the tank and Samantha drives off to Coapes before you check the time.

6:30pm!? Shit.

Must be Dinner time.

As if reading your thoughts, Marie starts poking you in the back.

“What are we doing for dinner, Evie?”

>Eat out
>Eat at your place
>Eat at Marie and Haley’s
>Eat at Alexis’

>>28933740

Better question, judging by what's going to be our lead tank so far

>>28933783
>>Eat at your place

I want more inter-war tanks

>>28933783
>>Eat at your place
Let's cook. Unlike some certain tank commanders, I hope Evelyn knows how to cook.

>>28933783
>Eat at your place
Invite everyone else.
We also need a dry change of clothes.

>>28933783
>Eat at your place

We haven't actually BEEN to our place yet

>Eat at Yours

“Let’s all go to mine!” You say, pointing in the direction to go and starting to walk.

“Wait, do you have any ingredients to cook with?” Marie asks “Like, at all?”

Oh….You hadn’t thought of that.

“Evie, you haven’t actually even BEEN to your place since you got here.” Marie continues.

“Yeah, I know. I just….I don’t know….things” You mumble and trail off as Marie laughs. You actually had something for that.

“Look, how about we pick some things up on the way home and cook at your place, Commander?” Alexis says, and you nod. That sounds like a good idea no matter which way you cut it.

You stroll the supermarket and pick up eggs, bacon, mushrooms, tomatoes and garlic: enough to make some sort of omelet at the very least with what you have.

Heading into your house, you tell the girls to make themselves at home on the couches and in the kitchen while you go and sort all of your stuff out in your room. You haven’t even unpacked that’s busy you’ve been with the tankery stuff.

You open your bedroom door, expecting your bags sitting on your bed waiting for you. Maybe even a note saying where you could collect them. But there’s nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

>SUBQUEST UNLOCKED: BEST LAID PLANS
>Find Evelyn’s luggage

You stand there for a while cursing and swearing and come back out of your room, utterly dejected.

“Well, what are we going to do while Haley shows us some fine French cuisine with minimal ingredients” Marie says, propping herself up onto the couch.

>Converse Casually
>Talk Tanks
>Video Games
>Books
>Other

>>28934120
>Talk Tanks

>>28934120
>Books

>>28934120
>Other
A phonecall to whoever is in charge of luggage around this boat.

>>28934183
Yeah get your shit together, need to clean you teeth

>>28934120
>Vidya
We probably have a Wii somewhere.

>>28934183
I pick this

>>28934183
This.

>Other

“Well, my luggage didn’t arrive,” You say “so who’s in charge of that sort of thing?”

“Should be Naval Studies” Marie says, reading another comic book that you’ve barely heard about – This one called Desolation Jones.

You pick up your phone and angrily call the Naval Studies desk, frustrated beyond belief at your lack of foresight.

Ring-ring

Ring-ring

Ring-ring

Ring-ring

Ring-

“Sorry, you are not within operating hours…..”

FFFFFUUUUUUUUUU.

Okay, breathe. Calm.

“It’s after 7pm Evelyn, They’ll probably be closed.” Haley says from the kitchen “But I’m pretty sure they can hold onto your gear for 72 hours. So we can go tomorrow or Sunday.”

“…and in the meantime, you’ll just continue to look like a homo” Marie says without looking up from her comic.

‘Don’t you mean hobo?”

“That too” Marie say, finally looking up from her comic book to see you giving her the bird. She pokes her tongue out mockingly in response.

“It’s okay Evelyn, if you watch the dinner I can go and get you a shirt and the like since you’re probably about my size.”

“Thanks Haley! That’d be great.” You say as Haley heads out, leaving you in charge of the kitchen.

Marie lowers the comic until just her eyes are showing “You’re not seriously in charge of the kitchen, are you?”

>I need an adult
>I got this, bitch
>Other

>>28934403
>I need an adult
Though, you might summon Naval Studies if you set the place on fire

>>28934403
>Other
"You're welcome to do it if it bothers you so much."

>>28934403
>>I got this, bitch
WE CAN COOK.

>>28934403
>I need an adult
Two are better than one at least.

>>28934420
It'll probably be a different branch, but I'm amused with that idea.

>Fuck it, a bit of everything!

“Bitch, I got this!” You say with great relish, flashing your teeth as you look at the cooking food on the stove.

…..

…..

Fuck, this looks really confusing.

“Alright, I’m back” Haley says finally after what felt like forever staring at a stove top deciding what to do. Really, the only thing you thought to do was maybe set the house on fire so you could get your stuff back, but then you realized that might mean net loss.

Haley throws you a shirt and pants which you slip on in your room. They actually fit rather comfortably, all things considered.

“Dinner’s Ready!” Haley say, and you go out to get your omelet served by an authentic French Girl.

OHMYGODSOGOOD.

“Alright,” Alexis says, finishing off her meal first “What are we going to do for the rest of the night?”

>Movies
>Games
>Books
>Other

>>28934658
>>Movies
PULL A SCHTEEL, IRON.
GIVE US A TASTE OF YOUR MOVIE TASTE.

>>28934705
Yeah, lets watch a movie

>>28934658
>Movies

>Movies

“Well, allow this Tankery Commander to blow you away with her movie taste” You say, slipping a DVD in to the DVD player and switching on the TV.

Lights are dimmed, Pillows are thrown all over the couch, and the four of you settle in to watch as the screen goes bright with what movie it is.

Hell, there’s even popcorn.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gcLgisX76fk

All the Girls remain rooted to their seats as the movie goes on, and you watch with utter fascination as the movie plays.

You’re so engrossed by the days events that you hardly remember stumbling t your bed and passing out.

>END DAY

Alright that's day 2 in the books.

Thanks for playing and I'll be back tomorrow to begin it all again.

Remember to follow the Twitter for a chance to win updates from me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/CanadianIron

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>>28934953
Thanks for running, boss.

>>28934953
cool

last thread, post thread, CanIron posted 'reread it, you might catch some plot threads'.

So, caught a plot thread that I noticed on the first read but have now confirmed as being likely to be a thing.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/28903956/#p28905503

>a shot that was fired off by these four lovely ladies put a student into a seizure at the end of the match that forced him to be hospitalized. He was put into a coma last week'
>him
>he

males confirmed for tankery at Rob Ford Remedial College

>>28935070
Have you considered that it might be a spectator?

>>28935070

Well spotted, but not quite.

There a couple of small other threads that pop up. A couple things that certain people say in certain ways.

>>28935109
No

I have now

My turn. If you're wondering why it's a bit confusing it's because the story is about people who know each other already, explaining the relationships and the situation to each other would seem OOC so it will be done with new characters.
It's a bit dialogue heavy, but it'll get better in a few days

Previously: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/28903956/#p28914957

“Everybody get up it's time to slam now”

Your eyes crack open, the sun blazes through the slit between curtains right into your eyes

“ah fuck that's bright”

“We got a real jam goin down"

“Alright I'm getting up, shit”

“Welcome to the Space Ja...” the alarm cuts off as you clumsily navigate your phone

You stretch out before rolling off your bed. Luckily it's just a mattress on the ground so the fall isn't too

You don't bother putting pants on as you move towards the kitchen. The suns already high in the sky and you can't help but think about how much of a scorcher it will be today.
Robs shuffling around the kitchen making some breakfast. Oats, Yoghurt and a Banana.

“Don't choke on that Banana”

He looks at you with a grin

[1/?]

>>28935130
Oh you sneaky bugger

Now I'm going full analysis mode. Fuck SaS I can write later.

Shit, The Way, give us a little warning before you break out the writing.

>>28935165
“Did you turn the TV on?”

“Yeah, it's warming up” he replies

“I can't be fucked eating Oats, probably have some Eggs”

“Scrambled?”

“With Onions” you say imagining how good it'll taste

The TV blares on with Adventure Time as you smash Eggs and chop Onions

“aw shit nigga” you say anticipating the episode

“This is the life” he says finishing your sentence

Time flys by as you watch Adventure Time, and before you know it your Nokia vibrates signalling you to check you inbox

“I'll be around in 20” ~ Ham

“Hamish is gonna be around in 20 minutes” you mention to Rob

“Awesome, enough time for another episode of Adventure Time”

"While you do that, I'm going to make some lunch" you say while getting up "you won't do it yourself"

"Hmmmm" you say looking into the Fridge trying to figure out what you'd eat "fucking Cornbeef and Onions"

"I'm not eating that" Rob chimes in looking back at you

"It's a good thing there won't be anything left for you when I'm done"

[2/?]

>>28935221
no next time

>>28935279
The roar of a V8 starts drowning out the TV as the pitch increases

“Doppler effect” you say without thinking

You check your phone and notice it's 12, but the GNX has a Turboed V6

“Aw shit nigga” you say excitedly rushing to the window “He did it”

“What did he do?”

“Engine swapped the V6 for a V8” you answer

“That's great... I guess?”

“Ah you don't get it, lets get down there before he starts revving and setting off alarms” you say while rushing to put shorts on

The heat and humidity hits you like a wave as you step out the door and causes you to recoil

“Jesus, how did we play in this weather as kids” you say to Rob taking up the rear “I feel like I'm going to die in this”

[3/?]

>>28935334
You walk over to Greet Hamish and clasp his hand

“What's up bro, ready to go?”

“Yeah” you reply “Just waiting on Robert to finish locki...”

“Shotgun”

“shit” you say as the regret of not saying it first sets in “aight, Hamish move the seat so I can get in the back”

By the time Robert has buckled up in the front seat you've noticed the back is getting incredibly hot, even with the windows down. “Did you fix the aircon?” you ask “It's bloody hot back here”

“Nah I took it out to save weight” Hamish replies with a serious tone

“Seriously?” Robert asks

“No he's full of shit” you say with a smile, which elicits one from Hamish.

“Adam's right” Hamish chuckles “But I haven't fixed it, so we're riding with the windows down”

He indicates and pulls out onto the street, surprisingly Hamish doesn't floor it, but then again the motor might not be broken in yet

“Did you do the engine swap with your dad” you ask Hamish

“Yeah, took the whole of yesterday” Hamish replies “That's why I didn't go out with the boys”

"That's too bad"

[4/?]

I'll dump a bit more to speed the story along

>>28935384
“Her name is Noel” Robert starts, you already know where this is going

“I have a dream about her” you chime in with Robert

Hamish raises an eyebrow at us before the next verse comes on “She rings my bell”

as you hit the Highway you're all singing “'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby...”


The city of Savannah looms into view as you come down State Highway 16, you notice the trainyard to your right as you're passing over it

“Take a right onto 516, we need to loop around a little bit to make it to the trainyard” you say acting as the Navigator “and then the first offramp where you'll take a left onto Gwinnett Street”

You guide Hamish through the streets of Savannah towards the trainyard where it awaits

“There she is, goddamn she looks good” you say leaning over Robert's seat

“You saw it two days ago when you left it in the Macon Loading yard” Hamish replies

“So?” you reply "she still looks damn fine"

[5/?]

>>28935431
A rotund man wearing a high visibility and hard hat walks up to the Driver's window “You boys here to pick something up?”

“Yeah” you reply while leaning over Hamish's shoulder “That tank over there”

The man looks over at it “Oh that one”, he says straightening up “I'll be back in a few minutes with the papers, you'll need to sign for delivery”

As he walks off you realise now would be a good time to inspect it, make sure there's no damage from transit

“Robert, move your seat forward, I'm gonna go look at the tank”

You stretch your legs and pull your shirt off your back, two and a half hours in the back of a car with no aircon is messy. Hamish and Robert follow you over to inspect the tank

“Shit that's hot” you remark after laying a hand on the tank's flank and getting repulsed

“Guess we'll do it the cool way” Rob says with enthusiasm as he backs up for a running start

He puts on a burst of speed vaulting up the tank's Glacis and making one last leap ontop of the turret

“Impressive” you say, “Now watch this”. Standing next to the flanks you muster all your strength and make a verticle jump onto the track guards

Your feeling of satisfaction turns to dismay as you watch Hamish muscle up the 90mm gun hanging over the rear of the tank. “Damn homes" you remark “you get any bigger and you won't fit through the Driver's hatch”

"It's funny because it was a tighter fit when I drove her from my Barn to the Station" Hamish replies

[5/?]

Alright, change in plans.

I've just been involved I've got to have a meeting with my landlord about a couple things, which means cutting into quest time a little bit.

Friday is still on, but I'm tempted to either run a much smaller session tomorrow or cancel tomorrows entirely.

Would people be okay with a relatively small (4 hours or so) session?

>>28935500
What time would you start and end?
How much do you think we'd be able to get through?

>>28935481
"Start her up Hamish" you order "there should be a full tank of Diesel"

He moves across the engine deck and past the turret to the left front of the tank, with a deft movement he swings the hatch out of the way and drops into the Driver's seat
The engine starts coughing, not the explosion of power the V12 GAC usually puts out. As you think about whether or not the battery is dead a frown forms on your face

"Have you tried caressing the engine?" Robert asks jokingly "It always gets the engine revving for me"

"I think the battery is dead, I'm going start up the auxillary motor" Hamish pipes up ignoring Rob "just gotta find the rope"

As Hamish goes off to the engine deck to start the Auxillary you notice the rotund man has returned with the papers

"Just sign your name here, your signature here, and the date, you'll have to do it on two sheets" he says flicking the paper over "one for us and one for you, you've already paid so that's all"

"Alright” you say signing both sheets

“That was easy” you say holding out your hand, to which he responds with a firm shake

BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRR

“She's alive!” Rob shouts to you

“Is it now” you reply with a hint of sarcasm as black smoke engulfs you “I hadn't noticed”

“Hamish swap” you order again “I'll take her over to the Club, you can follow us, or just meet us there with your car”

[6/?]

>>28935567
As Hamish moves off you notice Rob is laying on the turret “You're not going with Hamish?” you ask

“Nah” he replies with a sly smile “chicks dig tanks”

“Oh yeah?” you reply incredulously “the only ones that dig tanks are the ones that practise Senshado, and you know what happened last time”

“I try not to” he replies with a dampened spirit


As you clank over to the exit the rotund man keeps pace with you “This is a heavy tank right?”

“Yeah” you reply “but not the one you're thinking of”

“Whaddya mean?” he asks in confusion

“uh...don't worry”

“You're taking it to the High School right?”

“Nah to the Tank Club”

“They can afford this?” he asks incredulously

“Nope, this is our tank” you say as you exit the yard's gate with the Buick in tow

Rob starts laughing “you should see the look of confusion on his face, he has no idea what's going on”

“That's kind of weird” you start “I wonder if the Club is poor”

“Like us?” Rob replies

“Yeah, this might mess up the plan if we can't get repairs” you say “Ah, it'll be fine, lets just kick back”

[7/7]

At this point it should be pretty obvious to people that know tanks what this one is.

>>28935500
>Would people be okay with a relatively small (4 hours or so) session?
Totally, but if you can't spare the time, just let us know via twitter, we can wait, we are a patient sort

>>28935500
It's all good

Actually yeah I might just cancel tomorrow. Sorry guys.

Gives me more time to make Friday a success/

>>28935694
Whatever you need to do., man.

Just don't fall to the QM curse

>>28930452
>We’re the Newfoundland Society
>Newfoundland
So, Team Great Big Sea?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-wcjBU8zbdY

>>28936539
Thought it had something to do with the dog.
My Aunt in France had a New Foundland, I kinda want one but my sister bought a Rhodesian Ridgeback