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>>1173693
> “Nope. Nope. Take it off. Put it on when you get there.”

I expect rain. Paint rain. And cars driving through large puddles near us.

>>1173693
> “Nope. Nope. Take it off. Put it on when you get there.”
Nothing to chance.

>>1173693
>> “Nope. Nope. Take it off. Put it on when you get there.”

>>1173693
> “Fine. I'll wear it to work today.”

>>1173693
>> “Nope. Nope. Take it off. Put it on when you get there.”

>>1173693
>> “Nope. Nope. Take it off. Put it on when you get there.”

> “Nope. Nope. Take it off. Put it on when you get there.”

“Nope, nope!” You shake your head, placing it all neatly into a waterproof bag. “I will put it on when I get there! For now, I shall wear my default uniform! Isn't that right, Dnise?”

Denise salutes. “Quite right, Ellie!”

“Hmph.” Winona pouts. “I should've taken pictures.”

“You can take pictures later,” you reassure her. “Right now. I am going to go. Later!” You take your bag and walk out with Denise.

-

-

By God, it is a light rain today. Thankfully, all it does is create a little mist, maybe wet the pavement a little, nothing too bad. It'll probably blow over in a little bit. You ride on the back of the Kettenkrad with Denise, then you receive a phone call from the Captain. “Hello?”

“Elodie. It's Captain Spruance. Report to the command tower so we can figure out what we'll say to the new people, alright?” You nod. Now that you remember it, your parents ought to be attending as well. Oh boy, that'll go over smoothly.

“Alright,” you say.

“Good, good. Looking forward to your bit of the speech, try not to take too long, alright?”

With that, you hang up. Denise looks back. “If it makes you feel better, Ellie, I think you'll be great!”

“I'll be fine,” you say. “Thanks though, Deni-” The Kettenkrad suddenly bounces up. “Whoa, whoa! What was that?” You see the track on the left suddenly give way. Denise gently pulls the stricken half-track bike to the right, with her hazards on.

“Oh dear,” says Denise. The two of you dismount. “I knew I should've replaced that track.” Denise smiles at you. “We're not that far from the command tower, Ellie! So go on ahead, I'll catch up.”

> “No, no. I can help you out.”
> “Alright, sorry, Denise.”
> Other

>>1173897
>> “No, no. I can help you out.”

>>1173897
> “No, no. I can help you out.”

It's a good thing we packed our uniform or this would be a disaster.

>>1173897
> “No, no. I can help you out.

We help, its what we do.

>>1173897
>> “No, no. I can help you out.”

> “No, no. I can help you out.”

You sigh. “No, it's okay, Denise. I can help you out here.” Denise blinks, frowning. “Really, it's okay. Don't worry.” You run over to the shedded track, then drag it down the street towards the Kettenkrad. Denise has busted out the tools while you kneel down and get to work on replacing the pins in any of the tread links that look particularly rusted or out of shape. Thankfully, Denise keeps some spare pins on board, which allows you start work on repairing the Kettenkrad.

“Right, this goes there...” Denise holds the track in place as you hammer one pin in. “Good! Excellent!” You smile a bit. Right, just a few more to go then-

A car rushes by, splashing you all in water.

…

“Are you okay, Ellie?” asks Denise, soaked to the bone.

“You know. This isn't even the most I've been soaked in my life,” you say.

Another car drives by, proving you wrong.

“Right, okay. I'm just going to shut up,” you say.

You hear the squeaking wheels of a bicycle roll up next to your Kettenkrad. “My, my, my!” You all look over to see Caldwell, smirking smugly. She's apparently had the same idea as well, put the dress uniform on when she gets there. It's in a bag on her back it appears. “It appears your gas guzzler has gone gammy!” You roll your eyes. Not the time, Caldwell. Please. “Ha, ha, ha! I think I could get there and go to McDonalds and back and you'll still be here! Tell you what, I'll buy you a burger and-”

An eighteen-wheeler truck drives by, splashing all of you in water. Caldwell sits on her bike, drenched completely.

> “You were saying?”
> Laugh. Laugh at her.
> “That'll teach you.”
> Other

>>1174116
> Other
Hrmph.

Smug at her.

"How about that burger then?"

>>1174116
>"Come on, we'll be late. Let's hurry and dry off."

>>1174116
This >>1174141

We will be nice to Caldwell, even though she doesn't deserve it. I like to think it messes with her a bit

>>1174116
>> Other
"welcome to the club. Now about that burger..."

> Other

“Come on, we'll be late,” you say. You keep hammering the pins in place. “Let's hurry this up and we can dry off.” Caldwell pouts intensely at you before stepping off her bike and walking over. She helps hold the tracks in place so you can hamemr the pins in.

-

-

You managed to make it in on time thankfully. The two of you dress into your Officer's Dress without much fuss, and very soon you made it onto the bridge where the Captain address all the Block Officers. “Right, everybody.” Captain Spruance takes a sip from her juicebox, looking at everybody sternly. “I needn't remind you all that this address is going to shape how the new people will view LGA. We have all kinds of people coming in, we have General Studies students coming in early, we have Naval Studies students coming in, we have parents and adult workers coming as well, it'll be a diverse crowd. So we have to show them LGA will welcome them no matter what race, creed, religion, nationality, all that stuff. Okay?”

“Yes, ma'am!” you say.

“Good!” says Captain Spruance. “Now. I will introduce everybody first. Our advisors from the US Navy will have a chat, then we'll turn the floor over to Elodie Zumwalt.” Oh fuck. Everyone looks at you. “Since Elodie happens to be LGA's little rising star, I think she should have a moment. Any objections?”

“No, ma'am!”

“Good.” Captain Spruance smiles. “Alright. Briefing over. Report to the Lecture Hall in 30 minutes or so. We'll get this done relatively quick.”

Oh, speaking in front of a large crowd again!? You take a deep breath. Ugh.

> You'd rather be talking to Caldwell. In fact, you will.
> Ask Captain Spruance for advice. She seems like a natural with public speaking.
> Just go there, get yourself ready.
> Other

>>1174380
>> Ask Captain Spruance for advice. She seems like a natural with public speaking.

>>1174380
>> Ask Captain Spruance for advice. She seems like a natural with public speaking.

>>1174380
>> Ask Captain Spruance for advice. She seems like a natural with public speaking.

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>>1174380
> You'd rather be talking to Caldwell. In fact, you will.

What if the crowd is mean?

She has a way of getting our gumption up when we need it.

Oh God we need it right now

> Ask Captain Spruance for advice. She seems like a natural with public speaking.

“Captain Spruance?” She turns around, smiling to you. “Um. I wanted to ask you for some advice. I'm not exactly the most well-versed person when it comes to public speaking. In fact, I'd rather be doing anything else. I'm just not the most um... social person.”

“Really?” says Captain Spruance. “You don't act it.”

“Well, I mean-” You sigh. “Look. Do you have any advice?”

She holds up a finger. “What I do is stare off into the distance, and occasionally scan around the crowd as if I'm looking at them. But don't linger. Once you linger on someone and you see their expression, that's when it starts.” She taps her head, smirking a bit. “And when I mean stare off into the distance: consider the audience the distance. Consider them a brick wall, act as if you're just giving a speech to a brick wall!”

“... so I have to pretend I'm giving a speech to no one like a lunatic,” you say.

She snickers. “Hehe! Yeah!”

Well. You're boned.

-

-

You, Caldwell, and the rest of the Block Officers sit back on stage. The Lecture Hall has more or less filled immensely quickly with fresh faces. Naval Studies students looking to start their time here on LGA, General Studies getting an early start, and parents and family moving in as well. You can spot your Mom and Dad easily even in this darkness, with the light only upon you. They're busy chatting up some of the other parents in their section with all of the adults. At least they're having fun. You're not.

Caldwell smirks. “You look nervous.”

“Buzz off,” you say.

“Just saying!” Caldwell folds her arms. “If you need to, I can give the speech for you!”

“Sure, -Lyra-.” She glares at you for that. “Seriously, I'd rather be anywhere else than here.”

Caldwell huffs, then gently pats your knee. “You are such a wuss.” You brush her hand off your knee. “I swear, the moment you get up on stage, I bet you that you will embarrass yourself somehow.”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>1174710
> Polite

>>1174710
Hide yourself under a cardboard box.

>>1174710
>> Polite
Well, what the worse can happen?
We accidentally show our panty?

>>1174710
> Neutral
Could be, let's hope not.

>>1174380
> Ask Captain Spruance for advice. She seems like a natural with public speaking.

>>1174710
>other

Deploy pbpbpbpbpbpbp tongue

>>1174710
>> Polite

>>1174710
> Polite

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>>1174710
>> Neutral

> Polite

“Well, let's hope not,” you say. The Navy advisor turns it over to you. Oh fuck. You stand up and walk on over to the podium. You grab both ends of it, then see your parents grinning happily, waiting for you to speak. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Okay. Don't panic.

You take a deep breath. “Hello, everyone. My name is Elodie Zumwalt. Some of you might know me, some of you might not, but here on LGA I am one of the Block Officers. And what I do is manage the entirety of a Block's logistics details. So. Um.” You blink, looking around a bit. Scan, scan. “When I was a kid growing up in Trenton, I always wanted to go on an Academyship. But my family was very poor, so we didn't have much other opportunities. But that didn't stop me.” You hold up a finger. “The only thing that would stop me would be me. So I applied myself, I studied hard, I studied well, and boom. I'm one of the first salaried Officers on LGA. How about that?” You smile at them.

Oh God.

“But anyway,” you say. “I owe it all to my parents for raising me the right way, they're actually in the audience right now.” Several people turn their heads to Mom and Dad and clap for them now, which starts a very polite applause through the entire lecture hall. “Yes, yes, um.” Mom and Dad shyly wave back at everyone, nodding along. “So, here on LGA, we expect the best. And we do give the best. We hope that each and everyone of you here now will be some of the finest people that LGA has to offer. And we are willing to take you on that path on the high seas and to a culture of learning and freedom. Thank you.”

The crowd applauds you as you go to sit back down. Captain Spruance stands up, smiling as she takes the podium. Caldwell looks over. “That wasn't so bad.”

“I want to die,” you whisper back.

“Thank you to Ellie Zumwalt!” says Captain Spruance. “Now, everybody! We do expect the bets from each and every one of you...”

-

-

You wipe some sweat off of your forehead. The adults were being moved into a separate speaking headed by the Navy advisors while all the students got to go home. You shake hands with everybody as they walk out the door happily. Some even recognize you and request an autograph, which you graciously give.

You receive a text from Mom.

> You knocked it out of the park! So proud!

You sigh. Well, at least your parents liked it.

> JOB COMPLETE
> + 5 CP

> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)
> Hang out with someone (Who?)
> Head to the Tank HQ
> Drive around LGA
> Call Somebody (Who?)
> Other

>>1174967
>> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)
Happy Brainwave.

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>>1174967
>Embark on a Subquest
> The Happy Brainwave

See if new people are interested in Unlimited
(or NATO if they aren't weird)

>>1174967
> Embark on a Subquest: The Happy Brainwave

>>1174967

> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)

Brainwave

>>1174967
>Embark on a Subquest (Which?)
>Happy Brainwave
UNLIMITED POWEEEER

> Embark on a Subquest (The Happy Brainwave)

-

-

“It's finished!” You, Winona, and Athena look upon Winona's work and almost despair. No, not really, in actuality you were quite proud despite the monstrosity of it. Over the weekend, Winona had Huxley and Benny work on the track system, which added an additional two sidetracks to the main tracks, and in effect gave it the appearance of...

You're not entirely sure actually, but it looks kind of cool. The original Panzer IV hull was still there, albeit bulkier and with a large pike resembling that of the IS-3 front plate in the front for the heavy armor. Again, that's another one of the Winona's ideas. The turret was a boxy frame for a lot of rockets, the tank torpedoes if you recall correctly. Winona smiles happily. “Look at it! Can you believe it?” says Winona.

Athena says, “And you're sure it's finished.”

“Well...” Winona stops herself. “I mean. Actually, Unlimited isn't just about finishing. It's also about improving. I think, with a bit of elbow grease-”

“Is it finished or not,” says Athena.

Winona sighs, bemused. “It's done, Athena.”

“I do have to say, Winona, it's quite a sight,” you say. “Is there anything left to do?”

“Yeah,” says Winona. She grins. “We have to test drive it.”

Athena says, “I'll leave you two to that. You two can do that. I'll just watch.” You suppose Griselda won't mind if this thing drove around on the training grounds outside of practice. You and Winona find ways to climb up and inside the... actually surprisingly spacious interior.

“Winona, how did you get so much space in the interior with the Honeywell engine in back?” you ask.

“Well, we aren't storing shells and we don't have a conventional gun so there was actually quite a lot we could get rid of,” says Winona. She sits next to you. “Right, Ellie. You know how to drive? Right! Onwards!” You push the starter button.

…

You push the starter button again.

…

“Winona.” She looks at you, smiling nervously. “Is something the matter?”

“... I honestly don't know,” she says. Why isn't it starting? You push it ag-

You hear a loud bang in the back of the engine. “What's that noise?” you ask.

Athena pokes her head over the hatch. “FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!” she yells.

> Grab an extinguisher.
> GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!
> “What do you mean, fire!?”
> Other

>>1175378
>Extinguisher

>>1175378
>> Grab an extinguisher.

>>1175378
>Grab an extinguisher.

>>1175378
> Grab an extinguisher.

>>1175378
> Grab an extinguisher.
What's a new tank without a few introductory conflagrations?

> Grab an extinguisher.

You and Winona hurry out of the tank and grab fire extinguishers. In the back as you see smoke billowing out of the engine. No visible fire, but it's likely to be an internal one. Winona starts spraying the engine in from the top while you get it from behind. You spray down the engine hurriedly and frantically.

And thankfully, it appears the fire is contained. Right before the smoke alarms got tripped too. You were not looking forward to a lecture from Regina about fire safety.

“I don't understand,” says Winona. “How did this happen? I- I'm pretty sure we did the electronics properly.”

“It was probably an issue with a sparkplug or something,” says Athena. “How old is this Honeywell?”

“Um, about ten years old?” she says. That's not too bad. It must not have been maintained properly beforehand. “Well.” Winona mopes a bit. “I guess we're going to have hold off on the drive until we can fix the issue. Hopefully that fire didn't do anything too bad.” The three of you roll up your sleeves and get to work.

-

-

It wasn't just a sparkplug and the fire did a lot more than you thought. Coolant was leaking, the battery short-circuited every time you tried to hit the starter, sparkplugs had to be replaced, there was also a slight fuel leak as well. The three of you sat in the tank, watching Winona press at the starter motor.

What you thought was going to be at most two hours turned into four hours of hard laborious work. It was well-past dinner time now. You had to tell Griselda and Mom and Dad that you were out and you'd have food in your belly too. But you sat in the RO's seat with Athena laying back in what was once the turret.

…

Winona sighs, resting her head back. “Come on.” She tries the starter again.

…

“Come on!” She jams the button harder.

> “Winona, it's not going to work just because you press the button hard.”
> “Winona, it's not going to turn over.”
> “Maybe we missed something.”
> Other

>>1175638
>“Maybe we missed something.”

>>1175638
>“Winona, it's not going to turn over.”

>>1175638
>> “Maybe we missed something.”

>>1175638
> Other
Percussive maintenance.

>>1175638
> “Maybe we missed something.”


No snark for Winwin. She needs support, not snark. We are not Caldwell

>>1175638
> “Maybe we missed something.”
Take it apart, check it again, apply WD40, reassemble. Repeat until operable.

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Need some of this.

> “Maybe we missed something.”

You sigh. “Maybe we missed something, Winona.”

“We can't have. And even if we did, we'd have to take apart the entire tank!” says Winona. “That'd take a whole day's worth of work! And...” She leans back, sighing. “Ugh.”

Athena looks over, then says, “Winona. It's alright if this doesn't work. Me and Ellie can still help you out with it.”

“Yeah,” you say. “Don't worry.”

“I just-...” Winona rubs her face with her hand. “I want to get this done. I want this to be a success! And so far, nothing is working!” She slaps the dashboard, shaking her head. “I bet the missiles don't even work either.” Athena looks to the controls in the turret, apparently tempted. “This is just...” She kicks the floor of the tank. “Damn it!” She jams her thumb onto the starter. “Work!”

You try to talk some sense. “Winona-”

Suddenly the tank rumbles, screeching loudly. You hear the powerful Honeywell engine behind you suddenly scream into life. You all look back, then at each other. Winona starts laughing, and you all hug each other. It works! It actually works! “It works! It's alive! IT'S ALIIIIVE!” She pumps her fists, yelling out in glee. Even Athena gives you a very hard high-five, hugging you tightly. “Yes! Alright, let's take this baby for a spin! How about we head to the training grounds!” She grabs the controls, then speeds the tank forward out of the hangar. You lean back at the ferocious speed of this monster, before adjusting yourself. Oh fuck. This is hazardous! “Yahooooo!”

-

-

All the crews come out to see the tank running the track around the training grounds. Griselda has graciously turned on the lights to illuminate the field, showing the tank off in its full glory. You hit a switch, firing a torpedo out. It explodes brilliantly when it hits the ground. “Yahoooooo!” yells Athena. “Awesome!”

“Yeah!” says Winona. The ride is not the smoothest. The tank rattles like a maraca. And every time one of the torpedoes fire, you can feel the tank get blown back by the backblast from the rocket. This is horrific!

And yet so grand!

“Ahaha!” Suddenly the tank starts grinding to a halt. “... we're out of gas!” says Winona.

“How long was that?” asks Athena.

“About thirty minutes,” says Winona. “I-... haha! I might've overcooked it! But we did it, Ellie! It works!”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>1175892
>> Boast

>>1175892
>Boast
FUCK YEAR

>>1175892
> Boast

>>1175892
> Boast

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>>1175892
> Boast

I think I'm starting to understand why Unlimited is a thing. Its not because its a good idea, its because its absurd

> Boast

You hug Winona, grinning. “It really does work! I'm so proud of you! We did it!” You pump your fists as you let go of her, and she pops out of the hatch, cheering in front of the incredibly confused crowd of tankers. “Wooo!” You pop out as well, cheering. Athena can't op out because there's no hatch for her sadly but she's having a ball of a time in her turret basket.

You've built an Unlimited tank.

-

-

Athena pays her leave, leaving you and Winona to shower off the grease and sweat in the showers alone. “Aaahhh...” Winona simply lays back and lets the shower wash her down. “This is the most rewarding shower I have had in so long.” You roll your eyes, sponging down your arm. “Ellie. We've done it! We've actually done it! I completely ruined my bank account and my savings to do it, but we did it!” She grins, throwing her hands up. “I can hardly believe it!”

You smile a little. “Hey, it was mostly you, Winona. Me, Athena, and Huxley were just along for the ride.”

“Yeah, it is a wild ride, Unlimited,” says Winona. She turns over, then stands up. “Now we have to showcase it. What do you say Wednesday or some other day that I'm free, we do it! We drive it around the practice grounds, advertise on Twitter and Instragram, show them LGA will have an Unlimited team soon!”

> “We'll do it when I'm free.”
> “Just call me and we'll do it.”
> “Wednesday sounds good.”
> Other

>>1176280
>“Wednesday sounds good.”
We still have some vacation days, right?

>>1176280
> “Wednesday sounds good.”

>>1176280
>“Wednesday sounds good.”

>>1176280
>“Wednesday sounds good.”

>>1176280
>> “Wednesday sounds good.”

> “Wednesday sounds good.”

You smile. “Wednesday sounds good,” you say. Winona grins back, happily and giddily hugging you. She rubs up against you, nuzzling her cheek against yours. “Aha, okay... Winona. That's quite close. I know you're excited.”

“I am!” she says.

“You can express excitement another way,” you say. “Just-” You gently push the naked Winona away, smiling nervously at her. “Ehehe...” Winona still smiles sweetly. Eh. If anyone were to walk in on you two like this, there'd be a lot of explaining to do.

Suddenly, your stomach rumbles. Uh oh. Oh right. You didn't have much to eat between working and getting the tank started.

-

-

Thankfully, Giap had some leftover pho from deliveries to the boys. “You're lucky, they loved every bit of it!” After a bit of microwaving, you two were given some bowls to eat around Oliver the Cromwell. Stack, Josephina, and Ingrid meanwhile sit around Ingrid's iPad, apparently listening to a baseball game over the radio. It appears Ingrid has managed to slowly convert the two of them. Stack munches on some popcorn while Josephina reads a book, and Ingrid simply laying back with her eyes shut.

“Man.” Stack continues munching as she listens to a home run hit be called over the radio. “You're right, Ingrid. Listening to baseball over the radio is pretty cool.”

Ingrid, without opening her eyes, says, “Ain't it right?” She looks over at you two as you sit down to eat your pho. “Are you two done fiddling with that abomination?”

“Hey, it's not an abomination,” says Winona. “It's Unlimited!” Ingrid grunts, conceding the point.

“Hey, Ellie.” Josephina calls to you. “Since your parents are here. Are you going to start living with them now instead of staying in the Hangar?” Oh, that's right. Well...

> “If they're comfortable with it, sure.”
> “Nah. I'd prefer to be roommates with Winona a bit more I think.”
> “We'll see later.”
> Other

>>1176704
>> “Nah. I'd prefer to be roommates with Winona a bit more I think.”
"beside, maybe its a good time for a new sibling. If you catch my drift."

>>1176704
> “Nah. I'd prefer to be roommates with Winona a bit more I think.”

That reminds me, we haven't seen much of a certain adorable noodle lately, haven't we?

>>1176704
>> “Nah. I'd prefer to be roommates with Winona a bit more I think.”

>>1176704
> “Nah. I'd prefer to be roommates with Winona a bit more I think.”

>>1176704
>“Nah. I'd prefer to be roommates with Winona a bit more I think.”
Not that we're implying anything of course...

>>1176704
>“Nah. I'd prefer to be roommates with Winona a bit more I think.”

>>1176704
> “Nah. I'd prefer to be roommates with Winona a bit more I think.”

>>1176704
> “Nah. I'd prefer to be roommates with Winona a bit more I think.”

> “Nah. I'd prefer to be roommates with Winona a bit more I think.”

“Nah, I'd prefer to be roommates with Winona a bit more I think,” you say. Winona gasps, apparently pleased at this news. She immediately hugs you tight, almost spilling your bowl of pho. “Yeah, yeah, it's okay, Winona.”

Winona rubs her cheek against yours. “Awww, you, me, and Cuddles are going to love each other!” As if to reinforce the point, Cuddles immediately slithers out of Winona's blouse on her back, sticking his tongue out at you. You roll your eyes a bit. “It'll be great for the time we have together, I promise you, Ellie! We're going to have so much fun!”

“Yeah, yeah.” You smile a bit. “We will.”

“Ugh, get a room,” Ingrid mutters. Winona snorts, throwing a balled up napkin at Ingrid. “Ow.”

-

-

As you start to tuck yourself in for the night after dinner in the tent, you see Griselda walking around in the dark. “Griselda.” She looks over, her hands in her pockets, wearing some light track pants and a simple t-shirt. “You going to head to bed.”

“Soon.” You nod. You're about to go to bed yourself as your crew gossips and talks amongst themselves, but Griselda seems a bit lonely. You stand up and walk on over to her as she idly walks around the hangar. “You not going to bed?”

“It's just-... you seem a little lonely as all,” you say. She shrugs a bit. “Something the matter?”

“No, no,” she says. “I'm just uh... a bit on edge as all. You know, we're going to have this weekend off, then it's FleetFest, then the All-Star game, all that. Then it's the last two matches of the tournament before the post-season. We're basically on top now.” She smirks a bit. “Personally, part of me didn't think we'd get so far.”

“You not have faith in us?” you ask jokingly.

“I do!” She snorts a little. “Still. It's...” She frowns a bit. “I dunno.” She leans over, smirking at you. “You know, I hear rumors that you and Winona are...”

“We're not.”

“Oh, so Jeep Jockey then.”

> “Would you not.”
> “I'll bash your head in.”
> “It's not- I'm not in any relationships!”
> Other

>>1177026
>“Would you not.”

>>1177026
> “Would you not.”

>>1177026
>“I'll bash your head in.”
Sware on me mum.

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>>1177026
> “I'll bash your head in.”

I will tell people you and Jack.

>>1177026
> Other
"How's Jack?"
This game; Two can play at it.

>>1177026
>"Would you not."

>>1177026
>“I'll bash your head in.”

>>1177026
>> “Would you not.”
>> “I'll bash your head in.”

How many of you guys have actually watched gup?

>>1177161
Watched the whole show, recap episodes, OVAs, Tank Corners, and Movie.

Bean Chariots

>>1177161
Shows, movie, alot of manga spinoff, some drama cd.

>>1177161
I have, did a rewatch of the series and OVA + Movie over the last couple weeks actually. Why do you ask?

>>1177161
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3lRp2uvaaiE

>>1177161
Can confirm for watching every girl be best girl.

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> “Would you not.”

You roll your eyes. “Would you not.”

“Come on, are you really not interested?” she asks.

“It's not that. I just have high standards. He doesn't fit them,” you say.

“Oh? What does he have to do to wipe out those standards then?” asks Griselda. He could lift you up in a Princess carry, that'd be nice. But you're not gonna say that. You shrug. “Hmph. It's a shame actually. I knew a few girls here and there that thought Tankery would make them more attractive to boys. Theoretically, it does make you attractive though.”

“Just to other girls,” you say.

“My sister is living proof of that.” You smirk a bit. She smiles a little too. “Anyway, I won't pry, Ellie. Cuz I'm sure people will start prying anyway about me.”

“Do you not have time for a boyfriend?” you ask. “Or a girlfriend?”

“Nah. When you're running a Tankery team on a tight of budget as this, with a tournament schedule like ours?” she says. “Barely any time for anything.” She shrugs at that. “But whatever. It's nice that you care though, Ellie.”

“After the tournament, what are you planning on doing then?” you ask. She's got to have some kind of endgame for the team. She did start it after all. She can't have started it just to go one season then go back to the ITL.

“I... I'd like for the team to stay together,” she says. “But... I don't know. We'll have to see what happens.” She turns around, yawning a bit. “Well, good night. Ellie! Practice tomorrow!” She smiles, pointing to you. “No boys either. Get hype.” You fold your arms.

Well, good night Griselda.

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>>1177273
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p2M7QwHnVXQ

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>>1177278
'twas a good thread my man. See you tomorrow

>>1177278
Thanks for running, boss.

>>1177278
Thank you for today boss.
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... So guys, are we proceed with putting our fanclub in swede for training?

>>1177278
Thanks for running Schteel, good thread.