<2022-04-20T18:50:52.000Z> Tactical: the yandere hellhound simulator known as poast
<2022-04-20T18:54:35.000Z> Curvin: THE VIRTUAL ROLEPLAYIBG GAME OF GEOPOLITIKS AND MONSTERGIRL DATING SIMULATOR KNOWN AS POA DOT S TE https://i.poastcdn.org/6561e15ea520c25f28a5ac4a7884639479ff930a5675b5a2e392c93db60182b9.mp4
<2022-04-20T23:36:04.000Z> Tactical: lmao
<2022-04-21T13:40:54.000Z> Curvin: mfw Sterea and Hanna got married and Vasilev will do the same with Isabelle https://i.poastcdn.org/d4f8a3d2a77fc3416428c4b72ad96abedc8c4e60f743c4da464eb732465d6c31.png
<2022-04-22T04:52:06.000Z> Tactical: yes
<2022-04-22T04:53:16.000Z> Tactical: >get home from work at 8>immediately spend 2 hours trying to write up a few paragraphs for a carnival after anons marry Isabelle
<2022-04-22T04:54:34.000Z> Tactical: truly the world's cutest hellhound
<2022-04-25T05:27:38.000Z> Curvin: just wanted to share this thought
<2022-04-25T05:27:46.000Z> Tactical: what
<2022-04-25T05:27:58.000Z> Curvin: I think Vasilev's voice would be very much like the conscript from CoH 2youtu.be/C417oWmUhfk?t=344
<2022-04-25T05:28:06.000Z> Tactical: ofc
<2022-04-25T05:28:42.000Z> Curvin: do you play the game aswell?
<2022-04-25T05:29:31.000Z> Tactical: once in a blue moon and I just play as OKW
<2022-04-25T05:29:37.000Z> Tactical: obersoldaten are just too fucking good
<2022-04-25T05:30:31.000Z> Curvin: I main Ostheer
<2022-04-25T05:30:49.000Z> Curvin: Lately I have also been playing the british a lot for some reason
<2022-04-25T05:32:27.000Z> Tactical: british are comfy
<2022-04-25T05:32:56.000Z> Tactical: I don't play as much as I used to because I just get autism playing it
<2022-04-25T05:37:24.000Z> Curvin: understandable.
<2022-04-25T05:37:41.000Z> Curvin: Relic really has an eye for voice actors
<2022-04-25T05:37:50.000Z> Tactical: yes
<2022-04-25T17:26:26.000Z> Tactical: >the eternal struggle for dominance between Vasilev and Isabella
<2022-04-25T17:26:39.000Z> Tactical: lord
<2022-04-25T17:27:34.000Z> Curvin: those two man.
<2022-04-25T17:27:43.000Z> Curvin: I'll never get tired of them
<2022-04-25T17:28:05.000Z> Tactical: I was thinking about writing a sequence from Vasilev's POV but it was too dark
<2022-04-25T17:28:44.000Z> Tactical: he's getting MK-ultra'd into believing he's working a ton of hardworking overtime shifts and in reality Isabella is just letting him sleep off injuries at home and taking care of him (then proceeding to do [redacted])
<2022-04-25T17:29:17.000Z> Curvin: Pain is weakness leaving the body
<2022-04-25T17:29:42.000Z> Tactical: the southern european waifu grindset
<2022-04-25T17:31:35.000Z> Curvin: I've been doing homework lately, looked back at the older shadow over hellas threads to better myself at writing stuff for my own directly inspired roleplay, you know that fanfiction
<2022-04-25T17:31:52.000Z> Tactical: yeah
<2022-04-25T17:32:01.000Z> Tactical: I've been meaning to consolidate it but I haven't had any time
<2022-04-25T17:32:18.000Z> Curvin: is ok
<2022-04-25T17:32:32.000Z> Curvin: So far everyone is loving the monstergirl shenanigans
<2022-04-25T17:33:24.000Z> Curvin: I am still running my own game out of an interpretation of the rules of your game because you said you only had physical copies of the GURPS system
<2022-04-25T17:33:38.000Z> Tactical: Yes
<2022-04-25T17:33:50.000Z> Tactical: sorry I'm trying to force time with best girl Melissa
<2022-04-25T17:34:05.000Z> Curvin: Oh yeah
<2022-04-25T17:34:25.000Z> Curvin: The cattlewoman
<2022-04-25T17:34:33.000Z> Tactical: that's racist
<2022-04-25T17:34:34.000Z> Tactical: cowgirl
<2022-04-25T17:34:42.000Z> Curvin: sorry
<2022-04-25T17:35:10.000Z> Tactical: I still find the hellhound step-mom to possess a dangerous level of ara ara energy
<2022-04-25T17:35:26.000Z> Curvin: when is she gonna learn that not only fat people go to the gym?
<2022-04-25T17:35:32.000Z> Tactical: who?
<2022-04-25T17:35:37.000Z> Curvin: Melissa?
<2022-04-25T17:35:37.000Z> Tactical: Melissa?
<2022-04-25T17:35:41.000Z> Curvin: Yeah
<2022-04-25T17:36:15.000Z> Tactical: I still have yet to write the gym scene with all three girls and I am too scared to
<2022-04-25T17:37:05.000Z> Curvin: Real shit. https://i.poastcdn.org/5c677ea7e566882c6cb4b000c2a374cbde74d0fb47aa802065b9264a8fb19f53.png
<2022-04-25T17:37:32.000Z> Tactical: the weight-lifting scene with Vasilev and Isabella was dangerous levels of energy right there
<2022-04-25T17:38:02.000Z> Curvin: >tfw no one will make out with me while I lift
<2022-04-25T17:38:25.000Z> Tactical: she was 1 away from a crit fail on will right there
<2022-04-25T17:38:31.000Z> Tactical: highly dangerous
<2022-04-25T17:38:48.000Z> Curvin: oh fuck me
<2022-04-25T17:39:02.000Z> Tactical: literally
<2022-04-25T17:39:17.000Z> Curvin: Hellhounds are really something.
<2022-04-25T17:39:59.000Z> Curvin: Yeah, people like to joke about having a hellhound wife acting all i'm this and that and all that
<2022-04-25T17:40:32.000Z> Tactical: >players attempt to make her submissive>it works well until they fail one thing and everything switches around 
<2022-04-25T17:40:38.000Z> Curvin: While in reality, you are merely her toy
<2022-04-25T17:40:41.000Z> Curvin: Exactly
<2022-04-25T17:42:13.000Z> Curvin: They even trick you into thinking you can tame them then they just slip out of control and turn the tables completely
<2022-04-25T17:42:27.000Z> Tactical: Isabella would never do that, right?
<2022-04-25T17:42:54.000Z> Tactical: She would never wear a maid dress because she's a degenerate, right?
<2022-04-25T17:43:08.000Z> Curvin: I do not know for certain, and I am worried sick for Vasilev
<2022-04-25T17:43:48.000Z> Curvin: He's just laying in bed like 
<2022-04-25T17:44:15.000Z> Curvin attached file https://i.poastcdn.org/d89aa44b770649ce0e93fd6725d6b02f65e6601e51352d0ad2c21df94150055f.jfif
<2022-04-25T17:44:47.000Z> Tactical: >the spanish carnival was the only time Vasilev has weakened his wife enough to win, out of sheer endurance
<2022-04-25T17:45:12.000Z> Tactical: you cannot keep Vasilev around Isabella without willpower checks I think we've determined this
<2022-04-25T17:45:47.000Z> Curvin: Yeah, but I know he has it, he has balls of RUSSIAN STEEL
<2022-04-25T17:46:33.000Z> Tactical: you WILL have the castle
<2022-04-25T17:46:39.000Z> Tactical: you WILL have the 46+ kids
<2022-04-25T17:46:48.000Z> Tactical: you WILL try to hide from your wife like it's a horror slasher movie
<2022-04-25T17:48:51.000Z> Curvin: Friday the 13th except Jason is not there and it's a heckpup chasing a single person around a camp.
<2022-04-25T17:49:10.000Z> Tactical: isabella: yandere wife we alln eed
<2022-04-25T17:49:15.000Z> Tactical: hanna: cute loving wife we all need
<2022-04-25T17:49:20.000Z> Tactical: melissa: cow
<2022-04-25T17:50:10.000Z> Curvin: I am actually thinking of putting a monstergirl in my game because ofc I should there's only like 4 people playing the game and only 2 actively participate lmfao
<2022-04-25T17:50:21.000Z> Curvin: What should it be?
<2022-04-25T17:50:23.000Z> Tactical: LMAO
<2022-04-25T17:52:17.000Z> Curvin attached file https://i.poastcdn.org/075985b8a85001980694884934a78090d6e2a78119348e882752b8e4cdf0d0a6.jpg
<2022-04-25T17:52:49.000Z> Tactical: I don't keep up with your quest too much
<2022-04-25T17:52:53.000Z> Tactical: go with a french catgirl
<2022-04-25T17:53:10.000Z> Tactical: my mysterious POV is going to be an interesting on
<2022-04-25T17:53:11.000Z> Curvin: oh la la
<2022-04-25T17:53:11.000Z> Tactical: *one
<2022-04-25T17:53:51.000Z> Curvin: I was thinking something exotic, like an anubis or something
<2022-04-25T17:54:14.000Z> Tactical: british anubis
<2022-04-25T17:54:51.000Z> Curvin: hmmmmmmmmmm
<2022-04-25T17:55:27.000Z> Tactical: my mystery POV of the night is going to be an Italian waifu
<2022-04-25T17:55:52.000Z> Curvin: Now you got my attention.
<2022-04-25T17:57:47.000Z> Tactical: SS waifu guarding Edda Goring
<2022-04-25T17:59:31.000Z> Curvin: Edda Goring?
<2022-04-25T19:05:45.000Z> Curvin: I think i'll go with the french catgirl yes
<2022-04-25T19:32:59.000Z> Curvin: Sterea: Freed his wife from a bunkerVasilev: Also rescued his wife out of a bunkerMassimo "ow the edge" Conti AKA my game's MC:  https://i.poastcdn.org/43077028a5a7f2b4d81b4df6e76ccde6bdc53757531ed0b2579dedbec8acf271.jpg
<2022-04-26T14:32:59.000Z> Curvin: The next episode of Shadow over Hellas: youtube.com/watch?v=KlwKMqUHY6c
<2022-04-27T17:47:07.000Z> Curvin: I need help I can't decide what I want the french catgirl's looks and personality to be
<2022-04-27T18:19:01.000Z> Curvin: Tactical what do you use to illustrate combat engagements?
<2022-04-27T19:07:03.000Z> Curvin: please I don't want to resort to using paint 
<2022-04-27T22:47:24.000Z> Tactical: roll20
<2022-04-28T17:51:53.000Z> Curvin: My quest is like being completely outpaced I don't think I'm gonna make it without shilling and I hate doing that
<2022-04-28T18:06:41.000Z> Curvin: I need to get my shit together it's only been 5 days since I started it, I will stop acting like I am doing and stoo wasting your time
<2022-04-28T22:40:25.000Z> Tactical: what
<2022-04-29T13:32:39.000Z> Tactical: god needs to get his shit together and get me one of these ladies https://i.poastcdn.org/f0645c8bc63f8dbd265970c56299ef9fdfedd370401f29f46bb0142d03b41183.png
<2022-04-29T13:33:51.000Z> Curvin: I cannot blame you honestly.
<2022-04-29T18:54:54.000Z> Tactical: how's the melissa stuff so far
<2022-04-29T18:54:59.000Z> Tactical: I want to expand on waifus a bit more
<2022-04-29T18:55:08.000Z> Curvin: bretty good
<2022-04-29T18:55:39.000Z> Curvin: I have yet to introduce my own monstergirls since progress is slow but I have a KILLER idea.
<2022-04-29T18:58:22.000Z> Curvin: I think you're gonna like it aswell.
<2022-04-29T19:05:06.000Z> Tactical: nice
<2022-04-29T19:05:49.000Z> Curvin: now if only I could get to the point to introduce her
<2022-04-29T19:06:01.000Z> Tactical: sorry I'm just shilling people to pay me money to run the quest
<2022-04-29T19:06:27.000Z> Curvin: assuming your job sucks cock I guess that's fine by me
<2022-04-29T19:07:52.000Z> Tactical: ofc
<2022-04-30T10:33:25.000Z> Curvin: Hanna/Isabelle deploying: Unleash the dogs!
<2022-04-30T10:33:50.000Z> Curvin: Melissa deploying: Standby for titanfall...
<2022-04-30T16:28:50.000Z> Tactical: >one more turn until the quest gets to deal Isabella's 5-6 kids
<2022-04-30T16:29:28.000Z> Curvin: Time fucking flies.
<2022-04-30T16:30:27.000Z> Tactical: theyve been married 6 months lmao
<2022-04-30T16:30:56.000Z> Curvin: Bro, in my quest we're basically stuck in '46
<2022-04-30T16:31:23.000Z> Curvin: How will I ever keep up to pace?
<2022-04-30T16:32:18.000Z> Tactical: >milf isabella is still a yandere
<2022-04-30T16:32:20.000Z> Tactical: classic
<2022-04-30T16:32:49.000Z> Curvin: >married 6 months into relationship>already has a litterProud of Vasilev.
<2022-04-30T16:33:25.000Z> Tactical: >vasilev has acquired hellhound milkers
<2022-04-30T16:33:27.000Z> Tactical: truly a champion
<2022-05-01T06:33:12.000Z> Curvin: Isabella whenever someone is mean to her:youtube.com/watch?v=EONP578LWXg
<2022-05-01T06:34:58.000Z> Tactical: lol
<2022-05-01T08:39:27.000Z> Curvin: yo people are voting to start operations in Italy
<2022-05-01T08:40:08.000Z> Curvin: Should I shill my own quest? Just this once?
<2022-05-04T05:04:15.000Z> Curvin: Isabee talking to her dad: Dad uh- no i'm not a crazed nigger dad I'm a hellhound.
<2022-05-04T05:05:08.000Z> Curvin: WELL the difference being one is attractive and the other's not!
<2022-05-05T23:30:01.000Z> Tactical: Lmao
<2022-05-05T23:59:31.000Z> Tactical: Touch the cow
<2022-05-06T05:09:36.000Z> Curvin attached file https://i.poastcdn.org/4e4a7aa3d59c14ee6e5b0d13d368ecd81ddc1770992d963250431e13ad8deb9e.jpg
<2022-05-06T05:10:22.000Z> Tactical: NOW
<2022-05-06T05:11:17.000Z> Curvin: NOWWWWWWWWWW
<2022-05-08T14:01:55.000Z> Tactical: I don't know why players want to do this against the cowgirl
<2022-05-08T14:05:11.000Z> Curvin: And you're talking about that to me expecting an explanation?
<2022-05-08T14:08:31.000Z> Curvin: I don't know either 
<2022-05-08T14:11:21.000Z> Tactical: I was yes
<2022-05-08T14:11:40.000Z> Tactical: Big tiddy scizo cowgirl needed
<2022-05-08T14:12:26.000Z> Curvin attached file https://i.poastcdn.org/80025888e35172ea1d3944465af26d48c0f15682762ebd9cdfaea47edb22c84d.jpg
<2022-05-08T14:14:39.000Z> Tactical: This is an elaborate attempt to get Melissa to admit her feelings for alexios
<2022-05-08T14:15:08.000Z> Curvin: Just as planned.
<2022-05-08T14:18:04.000Z> Tactical: Melissa is cute
<2022-05-08T14:18:06.000Z> Tactical: Change my mind
<2022-05-08T14:23:53.000Z> Tactical: I am not rooting for getting sat on a 3-4th time
<2022-05-08T14:26:47.000Z> Curvin: Yes
<2022-05-08T14:31:48.000Z> Tactical: But yeah Melissa is an easy 9/10
<2022-05-13T06:05:11.000Z> Tactical: >isabella thread proceeding
<2022-05-13T06:05:15.000Z> Tactical: *evil laugh*
<2022-05-13T11:23:17.000Z> Curvin attached file https://i.poastcdn.org/05ce03cfd3802d2411d6c65f9c8e1ed99cf2da99af4f5b8b43b2d2a04eb5930f.mp3
<2022-05-13T15:30:10.000Z> Tactical: what is this for
<2022-05-14T19:49:19.000Z> Curvin: The kitsune spying on Sterea and the gang circa 1946 https://i.poastcdn.org/e74807094def0c345c568d657c07c769781cb00da640617257dea2a8ac8a5cbc.mp4
<2022-05-17T13:15:16.000Z> Tactical: >you will never have the hellhound put you in a chokehold with her thighs
<2022-05-17T13:17:19.000Z> Curvin: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
<2022-05-17T13:17:48.000Z> Tactical: >he read my posts
<2022-05-17T13:19:27.000Z> Curvin: I am in immense psychological pain rn (right now)
<2022-05-17T13:19:41.000Z> Tactical: reading my ques
<2022-05-17T13:19:47.000Z> Tactical: *quest?
<2022-05-17T13:20:13.000Z> Curvin: I do whenever I can you know
<2022-05-17T13:20:41.000Z> Tactical: i know I just was wondering if you read my quest and that was the root of the psychological pain
<2022-05-17T13:21:18.000Z> Curvin: Oh no it is the thing you made me realize
<2022-05-17T13:21:38.000Z> Tactical: fuck
<2022-05-17T13:21:57.000Z> Curvin: Nobody's going to squish me inbetween her thighs and I am therefore in distress
<2022-05-17T13:22:04.000Z> Tactical: same now
<2022-05-17T13:22:30.000Z> Tactical attached file https://i.poastcdn.org/fb47e757f89c43e354f1abc0a17c4dcfa994f61c9586fac6219efaec1bb28460.gif
<2022-05-17T13:22:56.000Z> Tactical: lord help me we're in dangerous territory
<2022-05-17T13:22:59.000Z> Curvin attached file https://i.poastcdn.org/636935157013799b336c16ff6d0e3a7ed2b00e08520ce535d07f2e6e8335d002.jpg
<2022-05-17T13:23:02.000Z> Tactical: >cowgirl at the waterpark/hotsprings
<2022-05-17T13:23:08.000Z> Tactical: >isabella acting rebellious
<2022-05-17T13:23:18.000Z> Tactical: it's too much
<2022-05-17T13:23:56.000Z> Curvin: my cute sensors are overloaded
<2022-05-17T13:26:11.000Z> Tactical: "Would Isabella strangle me with her thighs so she can run off and go on adventure? Yes, yes she would"
<2022-05-17T13:32:55.000Z> Tactical: >you will never have the cowgirl take you down a waterside
<2022-05-17T13:34:16.000Z> Curvin attached file https://i.poastcdn.org/aa6b5a712f7ea50e74e3e91b140be9cc71b8dd3ea3373cb5812631cc4b4e708e.jpeg
<2022-05-17T13:34:35.000Z> Curvin: I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I'VE BEEN ON A WATERSLIDE
<2022-05-17T13:41:30.000Z> Tactical: >she will never break into your home and forcibly feed you chicken fried steak
<2022-05-17T15:48:27.000Z> Tactical: Feels badman
<2022-05-17T17:07:58.000Z> Curvin: what I was taking  a nap
<2022-05-17T17:21:52.000Z> Tactical: Oh german left the quest
<2022-05-17T17:22:38.000Z> Curvin: I get him, he is not all for monstergirl romcom
<2022-05-17T17:23:01.000Z> Curvin: that guy's a crazy good tactician
<2022-05-17T17:23:05.000Z> Tactical: Yeah I'm not 
<2022-05-17T17:23:28.000Z> Tactical: *I'm not too surprised but it still is a bummer
<2022-05-17T17:24:14.000Z> Curvin: I guess someone else will fill that gap
<2022-05-17T17:24:20.000Z> Tactical: It's relaxing not working on spreadsheets and working an actual narrative
<2022-05-17T17:24:59.000Z> Curvin: oh yeah, spreadsheets, I had to make those too
<2022-05-17T17:25:05.000Z> Curvin: and now they're gone
<2022-05-17T17:25:14.000Z> Tactical: They're a pain in the ass
<2022-05-17T17:25:22.000Z> Curvin: my stupid tranny sibling took my computer with her after I called her out
<2022-05-17T17:25:34.000Z> Tactical: I thought we'd end on the national stage but actual geopolitics is a whole different ballpark
<2022-05-17T17:25:38.000Z> Tactical: What the fuck
<2022-05-17T17:25:42.000Z> Curvin: and now I forgot my own character's stats lol
<2022-05-17T17:27:42.000Z> Curvin: I hear you, writing an entirely new history of the world is not exactlt fun
<2022-05-17T17:29:25.000Z> Curvin: but the biggest advantage is that you can just make shit up, and it'll probably work
<2022-05-17T17:41:52.000Z> Tactical: Yeah that sounds fucked
<2022-05-17T17:43:59.000Z> Curvin: Just make sure you don't pull a Elder Scrolls™
<2022-05-17T18:00:45.000Z> Tactical: What
<2022-05-17T18:02:12.000Z> Tactical: What does that mean
<2022-05-17T18:04:25.000Z> Curvin: Oh well, you know, bethesda writing quality
<2022-05-17T18:08:06.000Z> Tactical: Yeah
<2022-05-17T18:11:04.000Z> Curvin: the lore is convoluted and some points don't make sense, you need to take both the red and blue pill at once to find out how to make sense of it
<2022-05-17T18:11:55.000Z> Tactical: Me coming home and trying to write in different moods and headspaces doesn't help cohesion
<2022-05-17T18:12:28.000Z> Curvin: I understand.
<2022-05-17T18:16:39.000Z> Tactical: Meanwhile I'm writing about ice cream falling on a cowgirl lord help me
<2022-05-17T18:21:16.000Z> Curvin: FANSERVICE 
<2022-05-17T18:24:28.000Z> Tactical: Lord
<2022-05-17T18:27:10.000Z> Tactical: Cowgirl is cute
<2022-05-17T19:01:03.000Z> Curvin: ya
<2022-05-17T19:08:01.000Z> Tactical: How would you rate my cowgirl writing so far
<2022-05-17T19:09:09.000Z> Curvin attached file https://i.poastcdn.org/32f09823d9b1963696261b09e30d7bff667fe287f137b57e19ace5112dbd2a48.jpeg
<2022-05-17T20:51:11.000Z> Tactical: Fuck gaming sucks now
<2022-05-17T20:51:30.000Z> Curvin: I know right?
<2022-05-17T21:01:16.000Z> Tactical: Dude did you see the Stellaris dlc
<2022-05-17T21:02:16.000Z> Curvin: Absolutely the fuck not
<2022-05-17T21:02:26.000Z> Curvin: tell me aboit it though
<2022-05-17T21:09:09.000Z> Tactical: They're charging 20 bucks for % boosts
<2022-05-17T21:09:31.000Z> Curvin: You don't mean... MICROTRANSACTIONS??
<2022-05-17T21:10:05.000Z> Curvin: HAVEN'T WE HAD ENOUGH OF THOSE?
<2022-05-17T21:10:29.000Z> Tactical: No 20 bucks for gay retard shit
<2022-05-17T21:10:35.000Z> Tactical: Yeah
<2022-05-17T21:11:27.000Z> Curvin: Would you kindly give me the full picture of this?
<2022-05-17T21:12:35.000Z> Tactical: They removed white people
<2022-05-17T21:15:48.000Z> Tactical: Uhhh
<2022-05-17T21:16:01.000Z> Curvin: For real??
<2022-05-17T21:16:06.000Z> Tactical: A bunch of small shit I haven't even bothered to play but just crappy in general 
<2022-05-17T21:16:12.000Z> Tactical: From what I hear yeah
<2022-05-17T21:16:33.000Z> Curvin: Already forsaw this situation
<2022-05-17T21:16:58.000Z> Curvin: Time to rename the game appropriately https://i.poastcdn.org/0bf2cb3f2ea7b339f9c2069ff4513f2b4fd015bf16a5b84859c2336aab775558.jpg
<2022-05-18T05:48:13.000Z> Curvin: >mfw we get foxgirl content at last 
<2022-05-18T05:48:16.000Z> Curvin: youtu.be/sxuV7JmJL00
<2022-05-18T18:35:24.000Z> Tactical: Cute yanderes coming to a battlefield near you!
<2022-05-18T18:35:58.000Z> Curvin: >be random soldier
<2022-05-18T18:36:17.000Z> Curvin: >big monster woman appears and kidnaps you in the middle of a battle
<2022-05-18T18:36:54.000Z> Curvin: >fast forward about 4-6 months you are married to her and she's expecting triplets
<2022-05-18T18:37:54.000Z> Tactical: Hanna is like the one monstergirl everyone gets along with 
<2022-05-18T18:38:28.000Z> Curvin: She's a good girl
<2022-05-18T18:38:37.000Z> Tactical: I wonder how the Melissa and mirasaki friendship arc will go
<2022-05-18T18:39:16.000Z> Tactical: >they insult their cooking
<2022-05-18T18:39:24.000Z> Tactical: >to the two yanderes
<2022-05-18T18:39:33.000Z> Tactical: I will laugh so hard
<2022-05-18T18:39:38.000Z> Curvin: Melissa is going to fucking Batista bomb Mirasaki the moment she spots her
<2022-05-18T18:40:08.000Z> Tactical: Lmao
<2022-05-18T18:40:42.000Z> Tactical: So true!!!
<2022-05-18T18:42:11.000Z> Curvin: Melissa fucking chokeholds Mirasaki like the Undertaker
<2022-05-18T18:42:20.000Z> Curvin: everyone else going apeshit
<2022-05-18T18:43:08.000Z> Tactical: Mirasaki is the least liked character so far and she doesn't help her situation lmao
<2022-05-18T18:43:36.000Z> Curvin: WE CAN CHANGE HER FOR THE BETTER, if only the rest of the players weren't dicks
<2022-05-18T18:44:11.000Z> Curvin: Have you been reading my quest perhaps?
<2022-05-18T18:45:02.000Z> Tactical: A little bit
<2022-05-18T18:45:07.000Z> Tactical: It's in Italy right?
<2022-05-18T18:45:12.000Z> Curvin: Yeap
<2022-05-18T18:45:18.000Z> Curvin: We just conquered Venice
<2022-05-18T18:45:24.000Z> Tactical: Solid
<2022-05-18T18:45:49.000Z> Curvin: I was gonna make a romcom starring the MC attempting to give big tiger girl a bath but nobody wants it
<2022-05-18T18:45:55.000Z> Curvin: aad
<2022-05-18T18:45:57.000Z> Tactical: WHAT 
<2022-05-18T18:45:57.000Z> Curvin: sad
<2022-05-18T18:46:00.000Z> Tactical: No way
<2022-05-18T18:46:08.000Z> Tactical: How did they said no
<2022-05-18T18:46:14.000Z> Tactical: How
<2022-05-18T18:46:39.000Z> Tactical: Genuine shock 
<2022-05-18T18:46:40.000Z> Curvin: I mean they didn't exactly say no, there just aren't enough people, and hardly anyone does a write-in reply really
<2022-05-18T18:47:13.000Z> Tactical: Yeah its hard getting people for the quest, so that's why I'm dragging it out to extended hours
<2022-05-18T18:47:20.000Z> Curvin: We're still septemper '46
<2022-05-18T18:47:56.000Z> Curvin: It's weird, summer's the season when people should be most active
<2022-05-18T18:48:11.000Z> Curvin: wait a minute we are in may
<2022-05-18T18:48:14.000Z> Curvin: FUCK
<2022-05-18T18:48:19.000Z> Tactical: Yeah lmao
<2022-05-18T18:48:33.000Z> Curvin: IT'S ALREADY HOT AS A DESERT IN HERE
<2022-05-18T18:48:36.000Z> Tactical: I'm not too worried atm 
<2022-05-18T18:48:40.000Z> Tactical: Oh shit F
<2022-05-18T18:48:48.000Z> Curvin: THE NIGGERS ATTRACT THE SAHARAN HEAT TOWARDS US
<2022-05-18T18:48:57.000Z> Tactical: It was warm enough last night I barbecued for the first time in months
<2022-05-18T18:49:18.000Z> Tactical: Made some delicious country styled ribs and fried onion
<2022-05-18T18:49:44.000Z> Curvin: Damn
<2022-05-18T18:49:58.000Z> Curvin: That sounds absolutely delicious
<2022-05-18T18:50:13.000Z> Tactical: >no cowgirl wife to BBQ with
<2022-05-18T18:50:35.000Z> Curvin: FUUUUUUUUUUCK
<2022-05-18T18:51:07.000Z> Tactical: I was tempted to extend the Melissa thread with a good old fashioned BBQ and her harassing alexios more but I was damned tired last night
<2022-05-18T18:51:23.000Z> Curvin: Understandable
<2022-05-18T18:52:45.000Z> Curvin: Oh and BTW I almost completely forgot about another character I had introduced in my quest that I completely to develop because I was worried about the strategy element
<2022-05-18T18:56:24.000Z> Tactical: >insult Melissa's cooking
<2022-05-18T18:56:31.000Z> Tactical: What happens next 
<2022-05-18T18:57:34.000Z> Curvin attached file https://i.poastcdn.org/c42a1d3c965391883e685b64d1a86084b89141bfbe9648635394203860b40c61.mp4
<2022-05-18T18:58:42.000Z> Tactical: >wake up in dark room
<2022-05-18T18:58:50.000Z> Tactical: >BBQ is in front of you
<2022-05-18T18:59:01.000Z> Tactical: >huge cowgirl wearing only an apron
<2022-05-18T18:59:25.000Z> Tactical: Lord
<2022-05-18T18:59:42.000Z> Curvin: Oh Lord help mw
<2022-05-21T10:34:38.000Z> Curvin: Misery x CPR x Reesee's puffs but it's sung by Hanna, Isabelle and Melissa in that order
<2022-05-21T19:27:47.000Z> Tactical: I don't understand
<2022-05-21T19:27:53.000Z> Tactical: But it sounds truly glorious
<2022-05-21T19:28:34.000Z> Curvin: youtube.com/watch?v=rgLgPTXdR4M
<2022-05-21T19:29:47.000Z> Tactical: >bonded pair makes Isabella eternally behind vasilev in gains
<2022-05-21T19:46:11.000Z> Curvin: lol
<2022-05-21T19:51:21.000Z> Tactical: Someone needs to animate this yene knto anime fuck
<2022-05-22T17:44:28.000Z> Tactical: oh lord
<2022-05-22T17:48:30.000Z> Curvin attached file https://i.poastcdn.org/bf234e5fbb3c77089e8b3abd4b16f2fe08aa6b8c11a31c4b253bfe992b1545b7.jpg
<2022-05-22T17:50:37.000Z> Tactical: how bad do you think it is
<2022-05-22T17:53:06.000Z> Curvin: Could be worse.
<2022-05-22T17:54:47.000Z> Curvin: OH FU-
<2022-05-22T17:55:03.000Z> Tactical: You just noticed the USSR just declared war, AND turkey didn't you
<2022-05-22T17:55:39.000Z> Curvin: Yup.
<2022-05-22T18:00:23.000Z> Tactical: This is going to be kino
<2022-05-22T18:03:40.000Z> Curvin: >Italy supporting the USSR
<2022-05-22T18:03:43.000Z> Tactical: Yes
<2022-05-22T18:03:56.000Z> Curvin: There goes the possibility of my fanfic becoming cnaon.
<2022-05-22T18:04:13.000Z> Tactical: it's still in severe turmoil
<2022-05-22T18:04:20.000Z> Tactical: Italy would literally have joined against you if it wasn't destabilized
<2022-05-22T18:04:37.000Z> Curvin: Oh yeah.
<2022-05-22T18:05:22.000Z> Curvin: In my quest we're trying to de-occupy the place from Americans, and Partisans, and British, and the whole rest of the bitchasses
<2022-05-22T18:06:22.000Z> Tactical: oh lord
<2022-05-22T18:07:30.000Z> Curvin: we're still stuck in september '46 though
<2022-05-22T18:07:51.000Z> Tactical: UM
<2022-05-22T18:07:55.000Z> Tactical: I don't mean to alarm you
<2022-05-22T18:07:57.000Z> Tactical: but
<2022-05-22T18:08:03.000Z> Tactical: Paulos fucked the roll.
<2022-05-22T18:13:57.000Z> Tactical: Hi
<2022-05-22T18:14:02.000Z> Tactical: welcome to the tactical crisis hotline
<2022-05-22T18:14:51.000Z> Curvin attached file https://i.poastcdn.org/2ec04cedfe0559e99ca2963276b7ddfdb084f38309af4ef7b6711d05f6e90705.mp4
<2022-05-22T18:16:14.000Z> Tactical: Paulos fucking crit failed at the worst time
<2022-05-22T18:17:47.000Z> Tactical: Do you believe in totaler kriegen?
<2022-05-22T18:20:16.000Z> Tactical: you'll need the biggest schizo ideas you have to survive this 
<2022-05-24T05:16:38.000Z> Tactical: mood ngl https://i.poastcdn.org/fb47e757f89c43e354f1abc0a17c4dcfa994f61c9586fac6219efaec1bb28460.gif
<2022-05-24T05:17:37.000Z> Curvin: Too much this
<2022-05-24T05:17:54.000Z> Tactical: >german and groom leave
<2022-05-24T05:18:30.000Z> Tactical: I get why but strategy content fucking is annoying to do
<2022-05-24T05:18:41.000Z> Tactical: no problem when it was small scale unit stuff
<2022-05-24T05:18:45.000Z> Tactical: no problem when it was national stuff
<2022-05-24T05:19:09.000Z> Tactical: but I'm going to blow my fucking brains out if you ask me to figure out how the fuck to do an army group v army group system without dice rolls.
<2022-05-24T05:20:10.000Z> Curvin: Damn 
<2022-05-24T05:21:19.000Z> Curvin: That's really what I do mostly, I have my players order around whatever thing to do to the troops and I roll the ssi
<2022-05-24T05:21:26.000Z> Curvin: dice*
<2022-05-24T05:21:39.000Z> Tactical: that's why it annoys me
<2022-05-24T05:21:57.000Z> Tactical: the most I can do is provide an illusion of strategy here, or the occassional choice
<2022-05-24T05:23:08.000Z> Tactical: then I get people frustrated at me and just ghost for several games before asking if they can leave
<2022-05-24T05:23:22.000Z> Tactical: I assume frustrated ofc
<2022-05-24T05:25:04.000Z> Curvin: I wonder if we could invent such a system...
<2022-05-24T05:25:29.000Z> Tactical: IDK
<2022-05-24T05:25:35.000Z> Tactical: i'm exhausted of the CYOA format
<2022-05-24T05:25:38.000Z> Curvin: I'l
<2022-05-24T05:26:31.000Z> Tactical: I'd rather write a story with some interactive parts where players can talk / interact with characters and I went halfway here
<2022-05-24T05:27:17.000Z> Tactical: I was planning originally for both to connect but what ended up happening here is that that the bookkeeping got very heavy handed and I just got tired of it 
<2022-05-24T05:28:22.000Z> Curvin: I understand
<2022-05-24T05:29:55.000Z> Tactical: idk man I'm just pissed off even though I'm not at the same time
<2022-05-24T05:29:59.000Z> Tactical: I get why perfectly
<2022-05-24T05:30:14.000Z> Tactical: but I said earlier on when we started this that it would be less and less strategy and more narrative
<2022-05-24T05:34:45.000Z> Curvin: I just realized
<2022-05-24T05:35:01.000Z> Curvin: This is technically a board game, right?
<2022-05-24T05:35:09.000Z> Curvin: That means...
<2022-05-24T05:35:18.000Z> Curvin: We can make our OWN RULES
<2022-05-24T05:39:40.000Z> Curvin: But I think I want to find a way to implement actual strategy to this system
<2022-05-24T05:40:02.000Z> Curvin: but first I have to break free of school
<2022-05-24T18:21:15.000Z> Tactical: >been 3 days without a commission
<2022-05-24T18:21:17.000Z> Tactical: Sad!
<2022-05-24T18:24:02.000Z> Curvin attached file https://i.poastcdn.org/f7dc32c6a1c07a45728bba36abb1e36ba822d5820e76a3692807eb34f74385aa.mp4
<2022-05-27T16:56:09.000Z> Tactical: Wignat cow wife
<2022-05-27T16:59:07.000Z> Curvin attached file https://i.poastcdn.org/7e9cd5324fb04572881d5abc4a30afb4d101d8015b41f965b652b6acb77df18c.jpg
<2022-05-27T17:00:05.000Z> Tactical: I'm obsessed with the most huggable retail manager gf I've written
<2022-05-27T17:00:29.000Z> Curvin: alright, understandable
<2022-05-27T20:10:44.000Z> Tactical: rate my story
<2022-05-27T20:12:09.000Z> Curvin: I... didn't see it
<2022-05-27T20:12:58.000Z> Tactical: Hold on
<2022-05-27T20:13:51.000Z> Tactical: First part
<2022-05-27T20:13:58.000Z> Tactical: poa.st/notice/AJrupy4wP2ghXdBrlI
<2022-05-27T20:14:08.000Z> Tactical: New part I just wrote
<2022-05-27T20:17:18.000Z> Tactical: "Uhhhh..." The clerk stutters, being taken off guard. The cowgirl leans over the glass counter, more and more weight going onto it - until her weight crushes the glass counter beneath her, alongside multiple expensive sporting goods objects for hunting, as she falls over with her legs on the ground. A moment passes by awkwardly as you stare at your manager who now lays prone in front of you, having crushed a glass display case by just putting too much weight on it.She begins to try and get up - and you get a good look at her shapely butt with her black tight black pants, her thick thighs hidden underneath. Her massive breasts heaving as she struggles to stand back up. And then Bella lets out another big gasp of air like someone punched her in the stomach, staring down at what she has done... It's already a few thousand dollars in damages for sure. Scattered crushed electronics, rangefinders, scopes, and other expensive goods have been crushed beneath her - the sporting goods clerk seems shocked as she gets up, looking at him with a nervous smile."Sorry, I didn't realize I was that heavy!" She says apologetically, as he just tries to save whatever is laying beneath her. She just gets up on her knees, her cute cow tail wagging back and forth as she gets up, her hooves cracking against the glass scattered on the concrete floor, shacking her head. She looks at you with a look that just says 'help, what do I do?', as you step forward."We should get a count of everything that got crushed, and defect it. It's not a big deal, we'll just say Warehouse screwed up like the methhead retards they are. Trust me, it's more common then you'd think for stuff like this to get smashed, end up missing, or whatever." You say. Bella lets out a tense sigh, dusting her red vest off."Yeah! Yeah! That sounds good! We'll just say there was an inventory issue." She nods in agreement with your suggestion, before looking back at the clerk dusting up the glass and broken merchandise. "I'm really sorry about all this! It wasn't on purpose! I swear!" The clerk gives the cowgirl a sheepish smile as she follows you into another part of the store.Going down a few aisles, customers are visibly shocked by how large the cowgirl is. She easily fills up an aisle, nearly knocking over displays from some products that weren't set right - causing quite a bit of damage along her way making the whole thing look awkwardly sloppy. She just shakes her head at some of the stuff, such as prices that are too high in the sight of inflation, or how it doesn't make sense for coffee filters to be on the other side of the store away from where actual coffee products are sold. This isn't even the first time you've heard something like that. In fact, you have basically memorized every little complaint you've heard over the years about this place, and you just roll your eyes dismissively at her."Bella, that's not our problem. Corporate wants it like that, we can't do anything about it. It's in the planogram." You explain once more, as Bella just fussily takes an armload of coffee filters, carrying them over to where she wants them stored. You think a bit fearfully what will happen if upper management hears about their planogram being ignored. She just slides the coffee filters next to the coffee aisle, in an empty spot as she smiles, putting her hands on her wide hips."There! I think that makes a lot more sense! Y'know, common sense gets a lot more results than having fancy people sit around planning out these stupid stores!" She exclaims, puffing out her cheeks and waving a hand around dramatically as you're unsure of whether or not you should agree with her assessment of the situation. Then, a customer comes around the corner, an old man who seems frustrated. He's been trying to get her attention for a minute now, and begins to yell at her about moving the coffee filters from his usual spot. Belle just nods and apologizes, explaining this is the new spot, as the old man bitterly walks off. She just shakes her head, and begins strutting back, both of you head back to the manager's office for a break.---You sit down back at the manager's office, eating a bag of Cheetos and drinking some Mtn Dew. It's not healthy food but it's something to tide you over until you get back home. Bella is next to you, in the increasingly damaged office chair. The cowgirl is drinking some water and eating what seems to be a salad in a Tupperware container. She's eating it, when suddenly, a bit of lettuce covered in ranch falls from her fork, past her shirt's collar. as she lets out a sigh, ignoring the fact you're watching this all happen, as she takes the fork, and unbuttons her shirt a bit, fumbling through her cleavage and adjusting her bra a bit with the fork and spiking the lettuce bit onto it, fishing it out as she eats it. That's when she makes eye contact with you, realizing you watched this all happen, looking embarrassed, giving you a sheepish smile as if to apologize, her cheeks turning red."I... Well, I didn't want it to go to waste, or be down there all day." She says, as an excuse, beginning to button up the collar of her shirt again, hiding her chest beneath the cloth as she looks away shyly, her cheeks still rosy. She can't even look you in the eye, as you just chuckle a bit. You don't have a lot of experience with monstergirls, but you do know they tend to be quite flirty towards guys. It's hard not to stare at Bella's large, perfect figure, or be charmed by her sweet gentle voice with a southern tinge. But you know better than anyone, that as nice as a manager can look, let alone a woman, they can ruin your life in a second.Bella eventually gets up, as the chair gives out finally. It didn't even last a whole day with her, and she doesn't seem to notice the chair snapping apart. She just seems shy, and tells you she's going to go out for a walk. You stop her though."Managers can't leave the property. It's a company policy." You tell her bluntly, as she seems taken aback for a moment. She's still clearly a bit embarrassed about her first day so far, and she lets out an exasperated sigh."...I mean, no one will notice, right? I just feel a bit clumsy and out of my league here." She confesses her big cow tail swishing side to side behind her. Her blue eyes are looking off to her left nervously. "Like... I don't really have any idea what I'm doing around here... My first day feels like it's been nothing but disasters..." And as if on cue, you hear something crash through the front door - breaking it open with its hinges. It's already been broken once today, and the second time is more disastrous as it lands on the ground. You look up from the computer as you see someone you really didn't want to see.It's Jes. A large, eight foot hellhound who runs a similar retail store across the street. She's wearing a tight black suit, a professional looking tie - she's runs the best retail store in town, and she's proud of it. She walks in briskly with a smug smile, holding a piece of paper in her hand. The air between her and Bella crackles with tension as Bella just seems confused, while Jes just seems antagonistic."My favorite competitors. It's good to see you again, John. How's the store going?" She says, hiding a smirk.Jes was the old manager of the store before you took over ownership. She had an obsession with everything being perfect and perfected, running the place down to the smallest detail. She always knew where the item should be stocked, and when. She was an electronics area coordinator beforehand, before she got poached over to UniqueCo, across the parking lot. She made it big there, becoming a store manager - and she obsessively always tries to show you up. The store included.This time though, she comes forward, holding a piece of paper. Handing it to you, you take it from her black, clawed hands, as you read it over.It's a document informing you that GeneriCo, and UniqueCo, are going through a merger. And Jes is becoming the district manager. With her new power, Jes will be making all sorts of changes within your stores. They're sending out a memo on Monday morning to the rest of the company, and they want the store in perfect order by then. Jes smiles at you, with fanged teeth, as Bella seems confused, looking at you."Well? What do we need to get done?" You ask in return, taking another look at the list. It includes many items - some expensive, some not so much - but most seem relatively low-priority.
<2022-05-27T20:24:48.000Z> Curvin: Sweet Jesus.
<2022-05-27T21:22:44.000Z> Tactical: What
<2022-05-27T21:25:51.000Z> Tactical: Good or bad?
<2022-05-27T21:30:23.000Z> Curvin: Outlook good so far.
<2022-05-27T21:31:03.000Z> Tactical: Yeah? I saw you type sweet Jesus so I assumed it was either really good or really bad
<2022-05-27T21:53:48.000Z> Tactical: But yeah what did you like / dislike 
<2022-05-28T05:07:19.000Z> Curvin: Brilliant.
<2022-05-28T05:08:22.000Z> Tactical: okIt's a document informing you that GeneriCo, and UniqueCo, are going through a merger. And Jes is becoming the district manager. With her new power, Jes will be making changes within your stores. They're sending out a memo on Monday morning to the rest of the company, and they want the store in perfect order by then. Jes smiles at you with fanged teeth, strutting up to you like her black, fuzzed paws purposely stomp on your foot menacingly, as Bella stands beside you - moving her hand right in front of you protectively.Jes doesn't care, keeping a sadistic smile glaring at you, with a hint of smugness, as her paw digs into your foot. She leans over, the cowgirl's arm blocking her from nearly leaping on top of you."I want you to know this will be fun. For both of us, if you catch my drift." The hellhound says, a clawed hand running down your cheek - only to get slapped away by the cowgirl, who glares at her before backing off, shaking her head angrily. Jes looks back and forth between you and Bella and smirks arrogantly."You should go home early today. I will need some time alone with John to make sure he gets... Retrained." She says, as Bella just pouts."You aren't my boss," Bella says as Jes points at the piece of paper. You can tell she's smiling underneath her fanged grin."You still work here now, Belle." The hellhound says bluntly, crossing her arms over her chest. "But don't worry; it'll be over soon enough." Jes turns to walk out of the office without another word, her long tail wagging behind her like a dog, as she turns back only to look at you, pushing up her nerdy glasses with a claw.She gives you a wink as she leaves. That hellhound has her eyes on you - and so does Belle. It'll be an exciting day with her in charge.***Soon, you get ready to head out for lunch. Getting to the car - you hear something behind you, muffled footsteps. You see Jes, her big fluffy ears covered by headphones, as she approaches you with a smile. She's off work apparently, also going to lunch in a much more casual hoodie with a skull on the front of it and some jeans. Her glasses are tucked away in a pocket on her jean pants, and she just grins at you."I wanted a chance to talk." She says, stowing away her headphones; she towers over you as you try to unlock the door and open it - only for her to hold the door open with her strength. As if waiting for that moment to arrive, the hellhound closes her massive paw over your wrist, squeezing your arm as if she were trying to break it. You yelp as she smiles wide, licking her lips seductively."I was thinking of a lunch date together. Just the two of us. No fancy job fraternization rules... No stupid customers..." She says menacingly. There's some drool going down her black, ashen wild-looking face - and you jump back into the car, slamming it shut. The hellhound bangs against the window with a mighty thud and looks angry - then just looks upset."John?!" She says as you begin to reverse. She tries to run after you, but she falls to the ground, picking herself up with her clawed hands. "Dammit! Don't make me chase you. Please?!" She pleads as you drive off, leaving the crazy hellhound behind. She lets out an exasperated sigh before walking off angrily, kicking at trash cans as she walks by - leaving a clawed gash in one, as she just angrily puts headphones back in as John's car leaves the parking lot.---You listen to the radio. Do you feel bad about leaving Jes there? A little bit. But she's crazy - sexy, but crazy. Every day, she tries to sneak up on you or otherwise attempts to talk to you. The last time the two of you dated over a half a year ago, it didn't end so well - mainly ending with you spending a night sleeping in a locked car as she tried to break in to rape you after you turned her down over dinner over marriage.Her obsession with you is frankly a bit more than you can handle, but she's been relatively docile for the last few months—just friendly waves and occasionally her ambushing you with small talk. Of course, it could be a lot worse - but this is the closest she's come in a while to acting up since that awful night nearly half a year ago when you had that unknown date. It all happened fast and without warning...Soon, you come to your favorite spot in town to eat - Burger King. Picking up some burgers is a relatively simple affair as you begin to drive back to work, keeping an eye peeled for that crazy hellhound...---Going into the management office, you slap the paper bag of burgers and fries down, beginning to eat. Bella's on the floor dealing with some stuff, and you've got a minute of downtime for once - so you open up Diablo II again, getting ready to game a little bit when you hear a knock on the door behind you."Come in." You say, stowing the laptop away. A co-worker comes in, named Mike. He's a regular, working here for about two years, and reasonably hardworking, but tends to talk a lot and is laid back. He's holding a list in his hands on a clipboard."Jes swung by. She's quick to make changes. She wants the coffee filters moved back to where they were." Mike says with a frown."Goddamn it - she noticed?" You mutter under your breath - trying to think about what you should do about the situation.
<2022-05-28T05:19:22.000Z> Curvin: Jes REALLY wants John.
<2022-05-28T05:22:10.000Z> Curvin: Honestly she's much less crazy than my schoolmates thinking about it
<2022-05-28T05:28:56.000Z> Curvin: They're crazy as in far too retarded to live
<2022-05-28T05:29:24.000Z> Tactical: lmao
<2022-05-28T05:31:08.000Z> Curvin: I saw one of them fill up a transparent one-use glove with disinfectant soap and pretended it was a used condom
<2022-05-28T05:31:35.000Z> Curvin: mfw https://i.poastcdn.org/fbeac0afc0bdfe5cf5c6db211399f804ef919ec1f67680c6a8dc6f18d41e8459.jpg
<2022-05-28T05:36:31.000Z> Tactical: What
<2022-05-28T05:44:40.000Z> Curvin: I am not fucking kidding
<2022-06-28T17:41:38.000Z> Tactical: need spanish hellhound wife who's angry at me
<2022-06-28T19:31:19.000Z> Curvin: dude I just like finished school for real
<2022-06-28T20:17:37.000Z> Tactical: Yeah
<2022-06-28T20:18:05.000Z> Tactical: I'm pissed off and just feeling doomer
<2022-06-28T20:19:01.000Z> Curvin: I don't want to tick you off further but I never felt so triumphant in my life.
<2022-06-28T20:24:28.000Z> Tactical: Nah dude thats solid af
<2022-06-28T20:24:43.000Z> Tactical: I remember when I graduated from hs
<2022-06-28T20:25:24.000Z> Tactical: I'm just dealing with boomers, women, diversity hires, and uprooting my life so I'm naturally stressed out
<2022-06-28T20:25:50.000Z> Curvin: Fuck me I wouldn't be able to bear all that at once
<2022-06-28T20:31:42.000Z> Tactical: Boomers are the worst 
<2022-06-28T20:32:20.000Z> Curvin: I don't think it will be any easier for me, my country is chock full of old people
<2022-06-28T20:32:52.000Z> Tactical: American boomers are a special breed
<2022-06-28T20:33:58.000Z> Tactical: I just wanna write more cute stuff about Isabella 
<2022-06-28T20:35:25.000Z> Curvin: For sure, a race of people who lived happily off the misery of everyone else is bound to make them the most entitled shitters in the universe.
<2022-06-28T20:37:10.000Z> Tactical: Hellhound boomers
<2022-06-28T20:38:35.000Z> Curvin: Lord almighty
<2022-06-28T20:42:21.000Z> Curvin: imagine getting kidnapped by one and she starts talking to you about... boomer stuff
<2022-06-28T20:52:10.000Z> Tactical: I'd rather take Isabella kidnapping me over making fun of Spain like what happened to Vasilev
<2022-06-29T06:53:15.000Z> Curvin: She comes busting in dressed like a spanish inquisitor, declares you never expected her, you tell her otherwise, she takes you away anyway
<2022-06-29T07:13:31.000Z> Tactical: isabella vs melissa
<2022-06-29T07:13:38.000Z> Tactical: who is cutest / who would win in a fight
<2022-06-29T07:23:51.000Z> Curvin: That's a very tough question.
<2022-06-30T21:17:07.000Z> Curvin: man I thought one day I would see my characters and yours interact but I guess that idea's already gone down the shitter
<2022-06-30T21:17:55.000Z> Tactical: I haven't read your quest
<2022-06-30T21:18:02.000Z> Curvin: still in '46
<2022-06-30T21:18:39.000Z> Curvin: and now we're stuck trying to make our way home
<2022-06-30T21:19:04.000Z> Tactical: Just do side stories for the characters that don't get referenced as much like Hanna
<2022-07-04T20:56:14.000Z> Curvin: Just gonna pretend this is Isabella's theme 
<2022-07-04T20:56:17.000Z> Curvin: youtu.be/lRB45ZMWCfU
<2022-07-04T21:05:10.000Z> Tactical: Lmao
<2022-08-16T19:28:05.000Z> Curvin: I decided I am drunk enough to commission you that idea you suggested I think
<2022-08-16T19:28:23.000Z> Curvin: The thought of it tickles my brain
<2022-08-16T19:30:16.000Z> Curvin: I am willibg to pay you 20 of my hard earned european monetary units to write a lovey dovey story based on your suggestion yES
<2022-08-16T19:56:09.000Z> Tactical: Hell yea
<2022-08-16T19:56:32.000Z> Curvin: how 2 
<2022-08-16T19:56:37.000Z> Curvin: sent moners
<2022-08-16T19:58:26.000Z> Tactical: I do crypto mostly but I know u, I take venmo and cashapp if u wanna do that
<2022-08-16T20:09:41.000Z> Tactical: I can take BTC, ETH, FTM for crypto, that's usually more secure though more complicated
<2022-08-16T20:11:24.000Z> Curvin: AAAAAGH TECHNOLOGY SUCKS SO MUCH wich one of those two services is less sucky
<2022-08-16T20:12:17.000Z> Tactical: if your doing an international payment it will have to probably be through crypto
<2022-08-16T20:13:20.000Z> Curvin: Are you in the EUROZONE?
<2022-08-16T20:13:25.000Z> Tactical: USA
<2022-08-16T20:13:36.000Z> Curvin: FFFFFFFFDDDDUCK
<2022-08-16T20:13:41.000Z> Tactical: crypto is gonna be your best bet
<2022-08-16T20:14:11.000Z> Tactical: my quick rec is to go on Gemini, get authorized, buy around $20 and send it when it becomes avaliable
<2022-08-16T20:14:21.000Z> Tactical: I'll start working regardless tommorow night when I'm free
<2022-08-16T20:14:28.000Z> Curvin: So I Just get the crypto shit and send to address right
<2022-08-16T20:14:33.000Z> Tactical: Yeah
<2022-08-16T20:15:14.000Z> Tactical: my FTM & ETH wallet is up to date, i'll have to double check BTC but I wouldn't worry about too much shit
<2022-08-16T20:15:35.000Z> Tactical: it'll just take a while since they'll probably ask for an ID / general broker shit for speculation
<2022-08-16T20:16:00.000Z> Curvin: >get shitcoin app >play store suggests me workout appa
<2022-08-16T20:16:14.000Z> Tactical: crypto fitness workout time
<2022-08-16T20:17:02.000Z> Curvin: there be troons in me cryptocurrency
<2022-08-16T20:17:10.000Z> Tactical: so true
<2022-08-16T20:30:39.000Z> Curvin: well, atleast if I have a dead-end job I will have something to gamble my life away on
<2022-08-16T20:30:46.000Z> Tactical: so true
<2022-08-16T20:32:42.000Z> Curvin: Ho boy, now I've got to sit and wait for the stupid fucking app to verifiy me so I can buy the shitcoins and send them your way
<2022-08-16T20:33:30.000Z> Tactical: yeah it'll probably take about a week once it's all said and done
<2022-08-16T20:33:47.000Z> Curvin: A full week.
<2022-08-16T20:34:25.000Z> Curvin: can I atleast buy monero with this app
<2022-08-16T20:34:37.000Z> Tactical: with gemini? not really
<2022-08-16T20:34:59.000Z> Tactical: I should probably open up for Monero but that shit is a pain
<2022-08-16T20:35:19.000Z> Curvin: well, this sucks.
<2022-08-16T20:35:32.000Z> Tactical: you get used to it
<2022-08-16T20:35:42.000Z> Tactical: gemini was relatively painless compared to coinbase and other places
<2022-08-16T20:35:56.000Z> Curvin: I'd probably do better just sending you paper over fucking mail
<2022-08-16T20:36:23.000Z> Tactical: fuck no
<2022-08-16T20:36:29.000Z> Tactical: mail is infinitely worse here in the states
<2022-08-16T20:36:58.000Z> Tactical: once it's all said and done crypto is probably the best / easiest way to transfer funds beyond actual USD 
<2022-08-16T20:37:23.000Z> Tactical: shit I should have gotten a referral for ya
<2022-08-16T20:37:30.000Z> Curvin: cool, might donate a little extra I decide to buy to support Poast
<2022-08-16T20:37:40.000Z> Tactical: yeah
<2022-08-16T20:38:03.000Z> Curvin: still waiting on making my own dough
<2022-08-16T20:38:11.000Z> Tactical: finally got out of uni?
<2022-08-16T20:39:00.000Z> Curvin: some commercial comany was looking at students who graduated out of my highschool and called my mother telling me I've gotta meet them, but they never said a thing since.
<2022-08-16T20:39:14.000Z> Tactical: that sounds scammy af
<2022-08-16T20:39:55.000Z> Curvin: No i believe it is a known company who make commercials and stuff, they intended to call me directly but called my mother instead
<2022-08-16T20:40:03.000Z> Tactical: huh
<2022-08-16T20:41:17.000Z> Curvin: It's as I thought these guys make commercials
<2022-08-16T20:41:31.000Z> Curvin: can't wait to become the next chef tony
<2022-08-16T20:42:12.000Z> Curvin: still waiting for them to call me over for the job interview or something
<2022-08-16T20:43:53.000Z> Tactical: yeah GL with that
<2022-08-16T20:44:04.000Z> Curvin: tnx
<2022-08-17T17:38:40.000Z> Curvin: dude
<2022-08-17T17:38:56.000Z> Curvin: can't I just pay you in real moner somehow 
<2022-08-17T17:39:15.000Z> Curvin: my family thinka paying someone in crypto is sus
<2022-08-17T17:39:23.000Z> Curvin: obviously for them
<2022-08-17T17:39:47.000Z> Curvin: and i'm struggling to figure this shit out aswell
<2022-08-17T17:41:19.000Z> Curvin: don't you have a paypal or something
<2022-08-17T17:47:33.000Z> Tactical: most payment processors I have only work in the states, I might still have my PayPal processor but that'll take awhile to figure out
<2022-08-17T17:49:25.000Z> Curvin: you do that i'm being pressured to shit over this
<2022-08-17T17:50:17.000Z> Tactical: Yeah boomers freak the fuck out over it
<2022-08-17T17:55:46.000Z> Curvin: Sis showed me how her "clients" send her money over Paypal and it's actually extremely simple???
<2022-08-17T17:56:57.000Z> Curvin: If this method works I'm closing the gemini account  immediately
<2022-08-17T17:58:35.000Z> Tactical: I don't like that term at all
<2022-08-17T17:58:46.000Z> Tactical: "Clients"
<2022-08-17T17:59:02.000Z> Curvin: Haven't I already mentioned she's a furfag?
<2022-08-17T17:59:07.000Z> Tactical: Anyways for me it's for tax reasons and not wanting my identity to get known 
<2022-08-17T17:59:19.000Z> Tactical: I thought she was a tranny
<2022-08-17T17:59:51.000Z> Curvin: She has layers of mental illness like MBT armor
<2022-08-17T18:00:26.000Z> Curvin: hold on they tax paypal or something
<2022-08-17T18:01:25.000Z> Tactical: International payments, and misc income laws, alongside others
<2022-08-17T18:01:52.000Z> Tactical: Plus PayPal takes like a 10-15% cut from what I remember 
<2022-08-17T18:02:07.000Z> Curvin: I wouldn't really bother with paying a little more if it means my mother stops freaking out
<2022-08-17T18:02:50.000Z> Tactical: Nah I'm just letting you know why I prefer the fuck out of crypto even if some boomer and furfag wants to tell you differently 
<2022-08-17T18:04:08.000Z> Tactical: Anyways I'll get my PayPal configured here when I have a while, taking care of some paperwork rnw 
<2022-08-17T18:06:57.000Z> Curvin: I would pay you in crypto if I had firgured it out sooner, but, you know, I just HAD to have a small bump, and watch as it turns into a brick wall.
<2022-08-17T18:09:38.000Z> Tactical: Shit happens, at least I can claim the moral high ground over your sis lmao
<2022-08-17T18:09:56.000Z> Curvin: obviously.
<2022-08-17T18:11:51.000Z> Tactical: Oh yeah, story should be about 8-9k words, about 20 pages or so I wanna say
<2022-08-17T18:12:09.000Z> Curvin: cool
<2022-08-17T19:58:34.000Z> Tactical: here's a sample of what I've written so far
<2022-08-17T19:58:35.000Z> Tactical: We were all nervous, heading further east towards our first battle. The men amongst me in our brigade were fresh - reinforcements to the famous Arieste division that was crucial to Italy's victories so far in the warm desert so close to our homeland. Everyone was in a good mood - the two great armies of Europe had pushed back the Commonwealth's forces their backs were very near the Suez Canal. There was no way they could retreat without giving Egypt to us.We had a few weeks of training in Libya before we were brought to the front in El Alamien - more to acclimatise us to the conditions of living in the desert. We still had much to learn - the pictures we had seen in the papers back home gave us a false impression of the fit, healthy looking soldiers enjoying the sun and open-air life of the desert; they did not show the true facts of the swarm of flies that pestered you day and night, and the desert sores that we all suffered from at some time or other - those of fair skin were never without them. Our complaints mounted gradually as we got closer to the front, and supplies became more and more limited. We learned how to cope as best we could on a diet of corned beef, sand, bread (when we got it, unfit to eat), and hard tack biscuits.This was one of the first trials the desert had in store with us. Our first encounter with the enemy was a harsh mistress - as we were marching along, General Ettore Baldassare had come to assess us for where to be deployed alongside Rommel's forces. The general was a tall man, standing proudly in the staff car as he drove past. His face creased by the harsh winds of the desert, and his hair and beard dyed brown from the sun. He wore a short, black uniform jacket, and we cheered as he drove past, waving to him in greeting."God bless you, General!" we shouted. "God save Italy and the Duce!" was common cries,The general looked down at us, smiling as he drove past, stopping at the head of the column, discussing with our division commander no doubt - when machinegun fire erupted. The sound of engines from above soaring down towards us - a shocking display of brutality and suddeness that would characterize the war. Columns of sand were shot up as men rushed for cover, diving into the sand dunes. The British aircraft were flying low over our heads, firing their machineguns as we were practically helpless to respond. We stayed down - and watched these vultures of destruction cruelly circle around us. Rifle fire and the few machineguns we had on loan from the Germans were the only deterrent we could offer.Our attention was fixated on those aerial vultures, until a man beside me grabbed my shoulder, pointing forward in the distance. There - we saw it. Distant images amongst the sands, of advancing Commonwealth tanks and vehicles. Our first battle - our first chance to prove ourselves in the field. Discussion broke out, until the general wheeled around - driving in the middle of the column with all of us huddled in the sand, looking down at us with an expression of amusement."Arieste division! Bring the guns forward, and prepare for battle! Form up!" The general shouted as he drove past us, and we scrambled to obey. Our officers were shouting orders, and we formed up in ranks - rifles at the ready, with bayonets fixed. The air was tense - we knew this was our first time facing the enemy in combat - and some of us were glancing towards our rear. Already, the sounds of British cannons and the whizzing of gunfire could be heard towards our rear - where all of the division's artillery was still in transit. One could only draw the grimmest of conclusions that the artillery was hit the hardest.With great determination from our officers, we had taken an advantageous position in the sand dunes, as our first battle began. It was not a battle us infantrymen could truly fight - most of it was left up to the few tanks we had. Those humble M13/40 tanks that were a dismal sight compared to the Commonwealth's tanks, and our anti-tank cannons that seemed lacking. Nervously, we all found ourselves learning the unfortunate matter of the war - it would be an affair fought at long ranges where our forces were lacking. Shells traded for hours - and by the end of it, we had lost thirteen of our tanks, and most of our artillery whilst our officers counted a good eight enemy tanks killed.Our spirits dimmed and nervous for what lied ahead - we continued on the road to El Alamein to take our positions with our German counterparts. We would be arriving for what would decide our country's fate - the Second Battle of El Alamein.
<2022-08-17T20:05:31.000Z> Curvin: I am excited as hell
<2022-08-17T20:11:32.000Z> Curvin: splendid
<2022-08-17T21:29:38.000Z> Tactical: We were all nervous, heading further east towards our first battle. The men amongst me in our brigade were fresh - reinforcements to the famous Arieste division that was crucial to Italy's victories so far in the warm desert so close to our homeland. Everyone was in a good mood - the two great armies of Europe had pushed back the Commonwealth's forces their backs were very near the Suez Canal. There was no way they could retreat without giving Egypt to us.We had a few weeks of training in Libya before we were brought to the front in El Alamien - more to acclimatise us to the conditions of living in the desert. We still had much to learn - the pictures we had seen in the papers back home gave us a false impression of the fit, healthy looking soldiers enjoying the sun and open-air life of the desert; they did not show the true facts of the swarm of flies that pestered you day and night, and the desert sores that we all suffered from at some time or other - those of fair skin were never without them. Our complaints mounted gradually as we got closer to the front, and supplies became more and more limited. We learned how to cope as best we could on a diet of corned beef, sand, bread (when we got it, unfit to eat), and hard tack biscuits.This was one of the first trials the desert had in store with us. Our first encounter with the enemy was a harsh mistress - as we were marching along, General Ettore Baldassare had come to assess us for where to be deployed alongside Rommel's forces. The general was a tall man, standing proudly in the staff car as he drove past. His face creased by the harsh winds of the desert, and his hair and beard dyed brown from the sun. He wore a short, black uniform jacket, and we cheered as he drove past, waving to him in greeting."God bless you, General!" we shouted. "God save Italy and the Duce!" was common cries,The general looked down at us, smiling as he drove past, stopping at the head of the column, discussing with our division commander no doubt - when machinegun fire erupted. The sound of engines from above soaring down towards us - a shocking display of brutality and suddeness that would characterize the war. Columns of sand were shot up as men rushed for cover, diving into the sand dunes. The British aircraft were flying low over our heads, firing their machineguns as we were practically helpless to respond. We stayed down - and watched these vultures of destruction cruelly circle around us. Rifle fire and the few machineguns we had on loan from the Germans were the only deterrent we could offer.Our attention was fixated on those aerial vultures, until a man beside me grabbed my shoulder, pointing forward in the distance. There - we saw it. Distant images amongst the sands, of advancing Commonwealth tanks and vehicles. Our first battle - our first chance to prove ourselves in the field. Discussion broke out, until the general wheeled around - driving in the middle of the column with all of us huddled in the sand, looking down at us with an expression of amusement."Arieste division! Bring the guns forward, and prepare for battle! Form up!" The general shouted as he drove past us, and we scrambled to obey. Our officers were shouting orders, and we formed up in ranks - rifles at the ready, with bayonets fixed. The air was tense - we knew this was our first time facing the enemy in combat - and some of us were glancing towards our rear. Already, the sounds of British cannons and the whizzing of gunfire could be heard towards our rear - where all of the division's artillery was still in transit. One could only draw the grimmest of conclusions that the artillery was hit the hardest.With great determination from our officers, we had taken an advantageous position in the sand dunes, as our first battle began. It was not a battle us infantrymen could truly fight - most of it was left up to the few tanks we had. Those humble M13/40 tanks that were a dismal sight compared to the Commonwealth's tanks, and our anti-tank cannons that seemed lacking. Nervously, we all found ourselves learning the unfortunate matter of the war - it would be an affair fought at long ranges where our forces were lacking. Shells traded for hours - and by the end of it, we had lost thirteen of our tanks, and most of our artillery whilst our officers counted a good eight enemy tanks killed.Our spirits dimmed and nervous for what lied ahead - we continued on the road to El Alamein to take our positions with our German counterparts. We would be arriving for what would decide our country's fate - the Second Battle of El Alamein.CHAPTER 1We arrived in El Alamein at the conclusion on the 3rd of July. We were taken back to the rear areas, where we took part in massive schemes done in joint meetings between German and Italian commanders, and planned manoeuvres with whole divisions - obviously a prelude to a major offensive. All soldiers were given a week of leave - most of us were injured, exhausted, or in low spirits. A friend of mine, Francesco who was also from Milan refused leave - insisting instead, once they reached the Holy Land and once things settled down that he would go on leave then. I personally decided against going on leave too - I was saving my money for my family back in Milan.It wasn't long after, in late August when we saw our second battle. The Battle of Alam el Halfa. General Ettore and General Rommel were insistent on a breakthrough, and the encirclement of the Commonwealth's forces - the general belief was that the New Zealand section was the least defended of the strongly-held positions the Commonwealth had, and so we would be conducting a night assault with the 15th and 21st Panzer Division through the sector whilst the rest of the army fought to fix the defenders.So - we began the attack on the night of 30 August, taking advantage of a full moon as we drove into the freezing cold temperatures of the desert. From the start, things went wrong for us; the RAF spotted our vehicle concentrations and unleashed several air attacks on them. The battle commenced with a huge barrage, the sky was lit and fires of burning petrol dumps littered the desert. The engineers, who had moved in first to clear the enemy minefields, had made a path for us to pass through in our trucks. It was such a clear night you could actually see the bombs dropping from the looming aircraft above, which didn’t exactly give us a boost. Flares were deployed over us - the minefields that our command thought to be thin turned out to be deep. We were effectively caught out in the open, and panic began to sow through our armored advance. Even the stoical German forces - and their impressive F2 Panzer IVs began to pull back quickly once the chain of command broke down. We were comparatively lucky - we sustained the least losses out of all the armored divisions, but the 21st Panzer Division had lost General Georg von Bismarck in the midst of all that chaos.Despite all this - the next day we had finally pushed the British forces back, clearing through their minefields and prepared defenses. It was here that I witnessed the largest tank battle in the war, caught like an ant between these two forces. There was little for us infantrymen to do, as we sat out on the outskirts of the battlefield, watching as the tanks went at each other - our own artillery firing away. The rest of the offensive was like this - gradually evolving into more predicting air raids and artillery fire, rather then actual field combat. We were eventually relieved by the Italian 25th Infantry "Bologna" Division, and retired to the rear.In the coming days, reports cycled back to us that the offensive had become a logistical defeat - fuel wasn't reaching the frontlines, and gradually the salient was abandoned. We were on the defensive in El Alamein, as we waited for the Commonwealth's counter attack - like all things British, it would be decisive but slow.CHAPTER 2The Second Battle of El Alamein was a brutal affair. We were too far back on a ridge, and had a field of fire of only about 200 yards. We settled in still feeling very exposed, firing occasional bursts over the ridge where the enemy seemed to be shooting back from. Two men from our section had gone back a few yards to dig a hole for us to retreat to, should we be attacked in force, and prepare some sort of food for us. Artillery fire was constant - and the RAF had every intention of making our lives a living hell.  We had survived the morning, but in the afternoon we heard the heavy sound of motors and soon after we saw tanks coming at us, peeking over the ridge. At about 200 yards away, they stopped and opened up on us and simultaneously the heavy guns we fortunate enough to be equipped with opened up and very quickly about six of the tanks were destroyed. Francesco who was next to me was unfortunate enough to be hit by a shell - and he never got to see the Holy Land like he wanted.
<2022-08-17T21:29:50.000Z> Tactical: I scarcely remember what happened in the ensuing battle after the chaos set in. I was hit in the leg when crawling back to the prepared position, and so was a spectator to what happened. Our Italian tanks were burning fiercely - the fire from these burning tanks was so fierce I could feel the skin being lifted from my face. I felt frightened, ducking down with the remnants of the brigade in our fallback position, clutching at my leg. Around me - the rest of the brigade I knew from Milan was shell-shocked, exhausted - and it became clear from the brigade commander that we had been encircled and abandoned by Rommel. We were left to die on the battlefield. We also heard the most unfortunate news - our beloved general Ettore was killed by a RAF strafing run a few hours prior.Surrender was discussed amongst the brigade, but it was rejected. We would not give up - we believed that the Germans would inevitably counter attack and relieve us, Thus, the Arieste division began it's dogged determination to hold it's ground, falling back into the town of Bir-el-Abd as we hastily brought the few surviving tanks we had. With us, was around 200 Bersaglieri that had joined with us, alongside with six 75/18 self-propelled guns that had survived the encirclement thus far. I was an unfortunate observer, having been sent what remained of the "rear', being a church serving as a hospital for the many wounded.For two days, we repelled British armored attacks, as the town of Bir-el-Abd came under fierce attack. Gradually, our options became limited as it became clear the British would rather shell us out - rather than attack us in a frontal assault. On the third day - the British infantry finally began an assault on the town, and us infantrymen who had stuck with the Arieste division since landing in Libya months ago finally had a chance to prove itself. Sections of the town were fought fiercely over with bayonet and rifle, and eventually the brigade commander entered the church triage - looking for volunteers to make one last desperate stand to stop the British. I - and twenty other men, volunteered to join back in the fight.We were quickly brought up to the rear, to assist the Bersaglieri that had taken a strategic position in the town's mosque, inflicting a great deal of casualties to the British forces that were exposed to us. For what felt like hours - we joined in, carefully repelling the British assault until screaming came from behind us - white smoke emerged from the mosque, as men ran out screaming. White phospherous filled the air - and I could only watch in horror as it quickly came up to me. All I felt was burning - and terror, as my vision turned black.CHAPTER 3I felt something shaking me, as I felt my body regain it's sensation. I felt like someone had thrown me in an oven - or I had a horrible fever. My body was shaking, caught in chills and warmth at the same time. I heard voices around me, and I slowly tried to blink my eyes - they felt crusted over. Something warm and fluffy grabbed my shoulder - forcing me to stay down."Please don't move - the healing process takes time..." I heard, from a soft, feminine voice with a distinctly Greek accent that was very soothing.I opened my eyes slowly, and saw in front of me a tan looking woman, in a soft white dress with some golden accents. She was holding my canteen in her... Large, green fluffy paws? I gasped in shock, as she looked at me confused before giving a gentle smile, showing me teeth that looked more suited to a predator, than a human."You and your foreign warband were very injured, when we found you outside of the village..." She said softly, and I looked at her with clear shock. Mostly at her paws - and fluffy, wolf-like ears. Her smile turned into a frown."You know, it's not polite to stare. You Romans are always so..." She mumbles out, as I looked at her with shock."Romans? Excuse me?" I asked, trying to make sense of what she just said, as she gasps a bit, and begins to apologize profusely. I couldn't help but just wrack my head on what was happening. Confusion washed over me - and I heard the door open."Alexandra - is one of them awake?" The voice says. It's a familiar accent - almost Italian, but harsher and older. I shift my head towards the door - only to be greeted with the sight of what looks like a Roman legate of old, in bright red accents with metal plating - a perfect historical recreation."Y-yes! He's the first one to wake up. The healing salves are treating his burns as we speak, Legate." Alexandra says, with a polite bow - the legate strolling up beside my bed, taking his helmet off. He had short hair, and had a face that looked like it had been chiseled out of stone. His eyes were deep and cold, and he gave me a look that made me want to crawl into a hole and hide."Who are you?" He asked simply. I swallowed, steading my breathing, trying to ease the shock away."I am Giovanni - from Milan. Part of the 132nd Armored Division... Who are you?" I asked, as the Legate seems confused also now. He locks eyes with me, examining me carefully."You look like a Roman. I've never heard of this "Armored Division" before, or Milan. But you speak the tongue well, and your band doesn't seem the type to be raiders. Too soft, and not nearly enough horses." He said, with a hint of distaste in his voice. I felt my eyes widen. This was too real, even to me."R-Raiders? We're soldiers, working in the service of Italy and the Duce! Have you not heard of the World War? Just what the hell kind of prison camp am I in?" I asked, with a hint of anger. The legate gave one last look at me, sorely confused, before rubbing his eyes and forehead in frustration."You are clearly Roman - that much is a fact. But I don't buy the fact your all soldiers - you lack armor, the discipline... Armed with sticks and metal pipes, and great metal beasts... By the Gods, this is confusing. Alexandra, could you send a courier once a few more of them recover? We need to get this all cleared up before Julius comes from the Holy Land - it's already been a mess over there." He says, giving her a sharp look."Yes sir!" She says, bowing again. The legate looks at me, and then sighs, getting up. His red cloak swishing as he leaves the building, and Alexandra looks at me - a green, fluffy tail wagging gently."So - you aren't Romans, but your from Italy... Are you some sort of Carthaginian remnant or something?" She asks, with a curious look about her."I mean... I... I... We're from Italy, yes - and I suppose we're descendants of the Romans - but that's not the point..." I stumble out, confused, as she worriedly comes up to me, putting the canteen in my mouth as fresh water enters my mouth."Just relax, Giovanni. We'll figure this out - I promise." She says softly, stroking my head. I nodded weakly, and closed my eyes, drinking more water...
<2022-08-17T21:30:14.000Z> Tactical: first 3k words, lemme know what you think
<2022-08-17T21:48:47.000Z> Curvin: Damn
<2022-08-17T21:48:51.000Z> Curvin: that shit GOOD
<2022-08-17T21:49:20.000Z> Tactical: excellent
<2022-08-17T21:49:28.000Z> Tactical: now I can pester poast to commission my 3rd slot for cow tits
<2022-08-17T21:49:29.000Z> Curvin: TIME TRAVEL ISEKAI'D BY WHITE PHOSPHORUS
<2022-08-17T21:51:19.000Z> Curvin: this is genius.
<2022-08-17T21:51:59.000Z> Tactical: :smug:
<2022-08-17T21:52:26.000Z> Tactical: well feel free to hype up my commission stuff lmao since I'm taking a break for a bit to get some food and relax
<2022-08-17T21:53:52.000Z> Curvin: you do that, while I shill your services, because you're epic
<2022-08-17T21:55:46.000Z> Tactical: yeah, I gotta press hard on my commissions especially since I just spent $100 bucks on fucking paperwork
<2022-08-17T21:58:31.000Z> Curvin: what kinda paperwork costs fucking 100 dolar
<2022-08-17T21:59:16.000Z> Tactical: retarded probate paperwork for closing estates
<2022-08-17T22:04:27.000Z> Curvin: uh
<2022-08-17T22:06:08.000Z> Tactical: weimerica
<2022-08-17T22:08:08.000Z> Curvin: pain
<2022-08-18T00:28:31.000Z> Tactical: CURVIN
<2022-08-18T00:28:36.000Z> Tactical: I HAVE AN IMPORTANT QUESTION
<2022-08-18T07:44:09.000Z> Curvin: YEEEA
<2022-08-18T07:44:30.000Z> Tactical: tall or short
<2022-08-18T07:46:58.000Z> Curvin: I think I'm comfortable with a giel that's either a little shorter or taller, but in reality even I can't decide on that
<2022-08-18T07:47:42.000Z> Tactical: its up to you, will be used for cute scene
<2022-08-18T07:54:41.000Z> Curvin: Aaaalright I think I will go with her standing slightly taller than the protagonist
<2022-08-18T07:54:47.000Z> Curvin: Final decision
<2022-08-23T23:04:55.000Z> Tactical: update on the commission work: I finished all my legal shit so I should be back to working on it tommorow and tonight
<2022-08-24T07:49:01.000Z> Curvin: cool
<2022-08-24T07:49:26.000Z> Curvin: have you got the peepal bullshit set up
<2022-08-24T19:43:01.000Z> Tactical: yeah
<2022-08-24T19:43:37.000Z> Tactical: give me an email or something so I can send you the request
<2022-08-24T19:47:24.000Z> Curvin: hold on it has to be anything associated with a paypal right?
<2022-08-24T19:47:40.000Z> Tactical: idk, first time I've used paypal in al ong time
<2022-08-24T19:57:33.000Z> Curvin: Alrite I got it setup aswell
<2022-08-24T20:02:56.000Z> Curvin: So you want uhh email right
<2022-08-24T20:03:25.000Z> Tactical: yeah, or the @Username
<2022-08-24T20:04:23.000Z> Curvin: My username is @Curvinum, yeah Curvin wasn't avaiable.
<2022-08-24T20:05:05.000Z> Tactical: C+P and couldn't find it
<2022-08-24T20:06:06.000Z> Curvin: Maybe it is case sensitive
<2022-08-24T20:06:20.000Z> Curvin: my profile won't load on the app for some reason
<2022-08-24T20:09:59.000Z> Curvin: well, fuck I guess I could give you my email address then if that doesn't work
<2022-08-24T20:10:39.000Z> Tactical: yeah, shit seems fucked
<2022-08-24T20:11:11.000Z> Curvin: >mfw site just went down while i'm trying to pay monstergirl writer
<2022-08-24T20:11:34.000Z> Tactical: lmao
<2022-08-24T20:12:26.000Z> Curvin: I literally can't look at my account details it just won't load
<2022-08-24T20:13:33.000Z> Curvin: Fuck actually none of the real functions loaf
<2022-08-24T20:14:26.000Z> Tactical: christ
<2022-08-24T20:14:28.000Z> Curvin: I swear this is no excuse it just doesn't want to fucking load anything right now https://i.poastcdn.org/16b2a6313e32e6415c5589c9619f4e7153d83ac11c43bf1132eb3d07f34303b2.mp4
<2022-08-24T20:14:42.000Z> Tactical: don't worry too much about it
<2022-08-24T20:14:45.000Z> Curvin: I HATE TECHNOLOGY
<2022-08-24T20:25:27.000Z> Curvin: Fucking whatever, we'll try again tomorrow or something when I wake up
<2022-08-24T20:32:18.000Z> Tactical: sure
<2022-08-25T07:30:22.000Z> Curvin: Alright my profile actually loads and so does the rest of the functions, try entering my username again and see if it works
<2022-08-25T07:31:33.000Z> Tactical: nope
<2022-08-25T07:33:58.000Z> Curvin: fug
<2022-08-25T07:34:46.000Z> Curvin: right i'll just give you my very dated email address please do no laugh
<2022-08-25T07:34:58.000Z> Tactical: lmao
<2022-08-25T07:35:09.000Z> Tactical: it cannot be worse than mine
<2022-08-25T07:35:15.000Z> Curvin: leonardinho420@libero.it
<2022-08-25T07:35:40.000Z> Tactical: ah christ
<2022-08-25T07:35:46.000Z> Tactical: I assume your paying with euros
<2022-08-25T07:35:58.000Z> Curvin: yep
<2022-08-25T07:36:12.000Z> Tactical: ok, new plan
<2022-08-25T07:37:26.000Z> Tactical: that's EUR right?
<2022-08-25T07:38:19.000Z> Curvin: very much 
<2022-08-25T07:38:34.000Z> Tactical: kk
<2022-08-25T07:38:36.000Z> Tactical: lemme know if you get it
<2022-08-25T16:21:40.000Z> Curvin: that's too fucking weird I waited and waited I haven't got anything, not a single request
<2022-08-25T16:22:02.000Z> Curvin: What a pile of bullcrap
<2022-08-26T07:58:40.000Z> Curvin: dud
<2022-08-26T07:58:48.000Z> Tactical: whats up
<2022-08-26T07:58:49.000Z> Curvin: can't I send the money over instead
<2022-08-26T07:59:05.000Z> Curvin: your request has not reached me
<2022-08-26T07:59:09.000Z> Curvin: like at all
<2022-08-26T08:00:02.000Z> Tactical: sure, try using my email
<2022-08-26T08:00:09.000Z> Tactical: andrewwatkinsspace@gmail.com
<2022-08-26T08:00:21.000Z> Tactical: if that doesn't work I'll just take like a steam giftcard or something lmao
<2022-08-26T08:03:01.000Z> Curvin: aaaaand sent
<2022-08-26T08:03:14.000Z> Tactical: there we go
<2022-08-26T08:03:15.000Z> Tactical: lmao
<2022-08-26T08:03:41.000Z> Curvin: what a glorified mess of a payment processor
<2022-08-26T08:03:58.000Z> Curvin: you weren't bullshitting this stuff haa tariffs
<2022-08-26T08:04:02.000Z> Tactical: i've been doxxed for $25
<2022-08-26T08:04:18.000Z> Tactical: how much did it charge you in tariffs?
<2022-08-26T08:04:21.000Z> Tactical: international or whatever
<2022-08-26T08:04:32.000Z> Curvin: 1.99€
<2022-08-26T08:04:37.000Z> Tactical: that's not horrible
<2022-08-26T08:05:08.000Z> Curvin: I've seen worse in international shipping on ebay tbh
<2022-08-26T08:05:25.000Z> Tactical: frankly I was expecting a lot more judaism
<2022-08-26T08:06:30.000Z> Curvin: considering the latest jewery involving Paypal it is justified
<2022-08-26T08:06:37.000Z> Tactical: what do you mean
<2022-08-26T08:06:55.000Z> Tactical: I know the moment they realize I'm a RIGHT WING MONSTERGIRL WRITER they'll shoah me and kill my family for the liberal regime
<2022-08-26T08:07:20.000Z> Curvin: something something freezing balance over buying a book written by muatache man and friends
<2022-08-26T08:07:29.000Z> Tactical: LMAO
<2022-08-26T08:07:36.000Z> Curvin: idk
<2022-08-26T08:08:06.000Z> Tactical: yeah, furfaggots and groomers can use paypal freely but buying a primary source called Mein Kampf? outlandish
<2022-08-26T08:08:34.000Z> Curvin: I recall them like being able to give away your purchasing history to the fucking ADL and they come to shoah you
<2022-08-26T08:08:45.000Z> Tactical: lmao
<2022-08-26T08:09:13.000Z> Curvin: yeah
<2022-08-26T08:09:34.000Z> Curvin: when it's done publish that shit I want everyone to see it
<2022-08-26T08:09:52.000Z> Tactical: it's coming along interestingly
<2022-08-26T08:10:08.000Z> Tactical: it took a turn I didn't really expect
<2022-08-26T08:11:57.000Z> Curvin: i'm looking forward to it
<2022-08-30T20:29:10.000Z> Tactical: so technically this is piracy but there's no DRM
<2022-08-30T20:31:52.000Z> Tactical: this is the launcher for v1.00 https://i.poastcdn.org/6571edc5d0d2dbb609012a1f94097c15aa43f697e83aea5c965eaf81fc5bd4d1.exe
<2022-08-30T20:32:09.000Z> Tactical: and this is the ZIP file for updating it to the version without DRM https://i.poastcdn.org/889631c7e0896fe0e1a24db572b0d83079aa251013964dd00d0eb243372ce21a.zip
<2022-08-30T20:32:32.000Z> Tactical: if you need any help for it lemme know, all I'm really doing right now is packing shit
<2022-08-30T20:33:23.000Z> Curvin: this is... the naval game right
<2022-08-30T20:33:38.000Z> Curvin: or steel division 2?
<2022-08-30T20:39:49.000Z> Curvin: also w00t free game piracy rocks
<2022-08-30T20:39:55.000Z> Curvin: thanks bro
<2022-08-30T22:27:50.000Z> Tactical: RTW2
<2022-08-30T22:28:43.000Z> Curvin: guess I should find my own torrent for SD2 or something
<2022-08-30T22:44:55.000Z> Tactical: SD2 isn't really worth it
<2022-08-30T22:45:16.000Z> Curvin: okay
<2022-08-30T22:45:21.000Z> Tactical: i
<2022-08-30T22:45:38.000Z> Tactical: basically speaking it's a lot of airspam, arty spam, and everything else is secondary
<2022-08-30T22:46:19.000Z> Curvin: lack of balance
<2022-08-30T22:46:23.000Z> Curvin: me no like
<2022-08-30T23:20:36.000Z> Tactical: anyways let me know what you think of RTW2
<2022-08-30T23:27:45.000Z> Curvin: i'll get it tomorrow
<2022-09-11T00:05:10.000Z> Tactical: Let me know if there's anything you want changed in the commission. The first part is the best in my opinion, second part is mostly me dealing with the consequences of giving firearms to the romans, and I didn't exactly know where to go from there (the isekai part was a bit of a mistake to write)
<2022-09-11T08:40:51.000Z> Curvin: >giving romans guns https://i.poastcdn.org/445a1a23f10e182c4be72be4cf29a1a5ba48854e5a90844abd15ac5b2d81a9b4.jpg
<2022-09-11T09:23:44.000Z> Curvin: money well spent, I'll likely commission again
<2022-09-11T14:07:54.000Z> Tactical: solid