<2022-05-15T23:17:27.000Z> elftummy: Hey I'm gonna commission that minelady send me some refs of what you want her to draw. 
<2022-05-16T00:37:37.000Z> Tactical: Conquistador monstergirls? https://i.poastcdn.org/cc067e47c0d11dd4ea5858d5b5084cbaec6418c2183b3e2f3878f449645226fb.jpg
<2022-05-16T00:37:57.000Z> Tactical: At game with a few buddies, lemme charge up my schizo energy 
<2022-05-16T01:12:26.000Z> elftummy: No problem my internet will be super shit until I'm back at work tomorrow so just lemme know what exactly you want commissioned and any references and anything specific and I'll relay it to minespatch 👍
<2022-05-20T01:05:26.000Z> elftummy: Alright, so I looked through minespatch's work and I'm not really a fan of the art styleBut that's no problem I'll try to find a different artist who will draw epic and racist monster girlsAnyway I have an idea for a story I'd like to commission from you, but it's kinda out there, and I don't want you to work on it until all your other commissions are done, because I want you to put all your effort into it to make it the best and most epic thing you've yet writtenObviously, I'm going to pay you more than the $20 you askedI can do $10 per page as long as you take venmo - it's cheap, easy, and no fees
<2022-05-20T01:06:01.000Z> Tactical: What do you want me to write, first of all?
<2022-05-20T01:17:46.000Z> Tactical: You said it was "kind of out there" so I'm wondering what you meant
<2022-05-20T01:19:23.000Z> elftummy: Let me know if it's too schizo:Setting: Neuschwabenland, 1939During the secret Nazi expedition to Antarctica, captain Alfred Ritscher was halted shortly after leaving Hamburg seaport and the MS Schwabenland was boarded by a small team from the Vrill Society under direct super secret orders from Himmler himself. Turns out the real purpose of the expedition was to find the opening to the inner earth - Agartha - located in a cave that was discovered during the second German expedition to the Arctic (1911-1912). According to wikipedia, that expedition "failed before it even began" but that was just a coverup. The inner earth is home to the Hyperboreans and a race of cowgirlsNot sure of the ending or where it would go from there something for your creative mind.
<2022-05-20T01:22:27.000Z> Tactical: No this is fine, anything else
<2022-05-20T01:23:38.000Z> elftummy: I've got nothing else to specify. Make it as cool or as wacky as you want. 
<2022-05-20T01:29:08.000Z> Tactical: How many words are we looking at?
<2022-05-20T01:32:54.000Z> elftummy: Similar length to the sample you poasted yesterday, the story for AR-15. It's about 2600 words and since it's 8 pages, I'd pay you $80 for something of similar length
<2022-05-20T01:46:03.000Z> Tactical: Sure
<2022-05-20T01:46:13.000Z> Tactical: What did you think of that sample BTW
<2022-05-20T01:46:26.000Z> Tactical: I like getting a bit of feedback
<2022-05-20T01:47:49.000Z> elftummy: I thought it was very well written! I much prefer your style of dialogue to the standard stuff you find in a fiction book - shoving everything into one paragraph and all that. And I like the level of detail 
<2022-05-20T01:48:17.000Z> elftummy: I'm not in any big hurry, you should take care of any other commissions first and no rush on getting mine churned out, take as much time as you need
<2022-05-20T01:53:52.000Z> Tactical: I wouldn't know, I don't read fiction very often 
<2022-05-20T01:53:59.000Z> Tactical: Thank you though ser
<2022-05-20T02:07:05.000Z> Tactical: But yeah my first commission (wrapping up AR's story) should go fairly fast, second one might take a bit longer so we'll see
<2022-05-20T02:18:22.000Z> Tactical: Also, for my book I have plans for, would you be interested in reading through sections of it?
<2022-05-20T02:20:34.000Z> elftummy: Sure. The only review experience I have is that I was a volunteer editor for VDare's Anthology 
<2022-05-20T02:33:55.000Z> Tactical: Nothing too serious,just making sure it reads well and is enjoyable
<2022-05-20T18:01:05.000Z> Tactical: Question, what would you like the tone to be? Any specifics on Hyperborean society?
<2022-05-20T18:36:29.000Z> elftummy: Tone maybe something like classic sci-fi: whimsical and fun but still undertones of seriousnessWhatever you think befits the hyperboreans is fineProbably tall, definitely White 
<2022-05-20T18:36:54.000Z> Tactical: >inb4 nigger vikings
<2022-05-20T18:37:47.000Z> elftummy: Lmao 🤣
<2022-05-21T21:47:34.000Z> Tactical: Have you found a racist artist yet?
<2022-05-21T21:47:47.000Z> elftummy: Negatory 
<2022-05-21T21:48:23.000Z> Tactical: F
<2022-05-21T21:48:40.000Z> Tactical: I just need to force some artist into drawing snakegirls aaaa
<2022-05-22T00:01:53.000Z> Tactical: SAo
<2022-05-22T00:01:55.000Z> Tactical: *So
<2022-05-22T00:01:59.000Z> Tactical: I finished my other two commissions ATM
<2022-05-22T03:04:10.000Z> elftummy: Sweet
<2022-05-22T03:55:05.000Z> Tactical: are you up atm?
<2022-05-22T03:55:16.000Z> elftummy: Yeah what's up?
<2022-05-22T03:55:32.000Z> Tactical: Do you want to read the first part of the story?
<2022-05-22T03:56:00.000Z> Tactical: Just to let me know if you like the direction it's headed in
<2022-05-22T03:56:31.000Z> elftummy: Sure!
<2022-05-22T04:01:02.000Z> Tactical: Neuschwabenland, 1939Captain Alfred Ritscher watches out of the ship. He's flanked by three men - all from the Vrill Society. They're not the usual ship-fairing folk, they're academics curious with what's below the Antarctican ice. He's sure that Himmler sent them - or at least, some members of his inner circle. The ship rocks back and forth, steady through the cold waters of the Arctic circle, as one academic comes behind the Captain."When is our arrival? I'd rather the British not discover us."The captain takes a deep breath. "We'll be there soon," he says, holding onto an armrest on his chair. It hasn't even been two weeks since leaving Germany for this mission, but Alfred is exhausted. The stress of being caught by a British submarine or raider has begun to weigh him down, and the endless hours have taken their toll on everyone aboard. "It shouldn't take too much longer," he assures the academic, who just sighs."Apologies, captain. But we've been away far longer than anticipated."Alfred looks out across the water. "I know." he mumbles under his breath. He knows damned well how precarious these waters could be - and fuel was becoming a concern. But - to his relief, the bulkhead door behind him opens, and an ensign stumbles in."Sir! The watch has spotted land - Antarctica! We should be close to our final destination, within only a matter of hours. That's what Navigator Johann says, at least."Alfred stands up. "Excellent news. Thank you, ensign!" With those words spoken, the Captain pulls out binoculars. He distantly sees the outline of shore - hidden by the dark fog and mist covering it. The crew of MS Schwabenland exploded with energy - landfall will be within an hour's time. A little later, after looking through some more binoculars, Alfred glances around his bridge and then over to the man next to him, one of the academics of the journey."So - what exactly are we doing here? I was told officially this was a scouting expedition for trying to figure out if the ice can hold a submarine repair bay, but I haven't noticed any engineers with us. Just scientists."The scientist turns away from the glass viewport before answering. "It is not my place to tell you," he says simply. "But whatever your orders were - they are all you need to know for now."The captain sighs and walks back to his seat, knowing full well that he shouldn't press further on the issue. It wouldn't be wise. Still - there was something strange about the way the academic was acting. Strange indeed.***The location is finally reached - it's a landmark along the icy shores of Antartica. A small cave, by the glacial shore. Ensign Heinrich couldn't help but be glad - at least they wouldn't be completely exposed to the cold. It was planned that by morning light, a section of crew will go ashore and explore the cave entrance; once inside, they would begin their work to build up their base camp and prepare for a deeper exploration. Heinrich was of course unlucky enough to be assigned to the first team due ashore. The distant sun rising over the horizon gave some light as the rubber boat is lowered into the waters - Heinrich paddling it along to shore. The water didn't look too rough, and even though there were a good six men in here, including two academics, Heinrich's anxiety of the little dinghy capsizing was kept under control.Reaching land within a few minutes, the boat is dragged ashore. The MS Schwabenland's crew waves at them, as the sun lights up the ice and sea with its warm glow. Soon, everyone pulls supplies out of the dinghy, dragging supplies across the snowy ground before setting up a temporary encampment just outside of the cave itself.Most of it is just scientific gear, and a scientist approaches him. It's Doctor Reiser, one of the more reputable men to have come with them in the expedition, who asks the Ensign if he can come with them in the first venture into the cave, to provide light for the scientists. Heinrich shrugs - it beats setting up camp on the shore. Grabbing some supplies, Heinrich, another sailor named Wolfgang, Doctor Reiser, and another scientist goes into the icy caves.Heinrich holds the lantern as they walk deeper down through the passages beneath the frozen earth. He follows after his companions, his boots crunching against the icy floor. "So," he starts off, "you said you're all from different universities? Why are you all here?""Well - I am a professor of geology at an institution in Berlin." Dr. Reiser explains simply. "I'm sure most of us here hold similar positions. As far as why we are here - that is none of your business.""Ah... ok..." Heinrich sighs to himself. So much for idle chitchat. At least now he's no longer worrying about the wind picking up and blowing away their tiny dinghy back to Germany; instead, his mind has been preoccupied with what may lie ahead, or behind them, within this dark ice cavern. There's only so much light coming into these chambers; and it would be quite easy, without someone like himself providing light, for one wrong step to lead to a fall that could break bones. That thought sends a chill running down his spine.The cave spirals deeper and deeper. The scientists stop - and are silent for a moment. Wolfgang grunts, "It seems to get bigger the further down we go." The other man nods slowly - taking out some instruments to take measurements of the ground around him. With all the clothing, it's hard to make out the scientist's expression but his voice carries well. "A long time ago it was larger, according to some of my calculations. This is utterly fascinating."Heinrich continues walking with his lantern, keeping his eyes on the scientist as they proceed deeper into the earth. They come upon a dead end - and then there's another way. It leads down a different corridor. It's visibly different from the ice - in fact, it's made of stone. Smooth stone, made by human hands. Everyone is silent.Wolfgang moves forward, feeling the rock, before turning back to the rest of the team "This doesn't look natural," he says after rubbing his hand along its surface. "This looks carved." He runs his finger over the rough walls of the tunnel again, right where it turns to stone. Doctor Reiser sighs loudly behind them, muttering something about not needing any more surprises. Wolfgang seems anxious, and Heinrich musters up the courage to ask what they're really here for. Dr Reiser though, only shakes his head silently at the other scientist. No words are necessary between them at that moment; a silent understanding has passed between the two men that even Heinrich isn't aware of."You two may leave, if you lack the backbone. We must go deeper, for the Reich." His cold tone sends a shiver down Heinrich's spine as well. But no one backs down - the team keeps going. They continue through this new passageway, and suddenly they find themselves standing next to an opening. Inside, a warm glow of light beams down onto them, from crystal lighting in the ceiling. This chamber is much warmer than the icy caves, and the stonework within is much better quality. The scientists take off their coats and begin exploring the room with excitement."The workmanship is astounding," whispers the other scientist excitedly. "How did humans even construct this, in such temperature? How old could it be?"Heinrich glances around the cavern - seeing strange designs etched into the stone. Strange carvings... some have writing on them - some appear to just be symbols or patterns drawn into the floor itself. And there, he sees something else that makes him pause: bones on the ground. Bones that seem human. What happened to these people? His eyes are drawn to something.***Doctor Reiser is amazed. Completely and utterly amazed. This is where the last expedition in 1911 stopped. They turned back around, coming to a set of closed steel doors. Reiser looks at the photograph of the closed entrance, only to look up. The steel doors are open. As if waiting for them. There's no one here. No sign of life. No one has been here in decades. Yet here we stand now! He can barely believe his eyes; it's as if they were meant to come here today. He turns his head slightly to see Heinrich squatting down - staring at something."Doctor - you better take a look at this. We aren't alone down here." Heinrich says, breaking Reiser's trance. Reiser curiously comes over - and notices the bones Heinrich as been looking at - alongside a medal held in his hands. A British medal, of all things.Reiser takes item and examines them carefully in the lantern light. The medal appears to be quite new. In fact - it was given out two years ago. Was it possible that there was already a British expedition that got further than they did? What happened to this man?Heinrich holds out the lantern towards Doctor Reiser again. "Take another good look at what I'm holding in my hand." It is then that Reiser notices something else... something more disturbing about these bones. Something crushed him - hard enough to turn his bones into dust and broken in multiple locations.It's strange. Perhaps he was crushed by rubble, excavated later? There's no logical explanation at the moment. But - his team have to go deeper. He's under orders to, after all.***Heinrich continues leading the group. He's unnerved, as the hallways continue on for some distance. Strange symbols are engraved along every surface of the walls; he isn't sure if their purpose is meant for humans or some other creature entirely. Soon they come across an odd design on one of the wall panels, depicting something strange. It seems to be a human - with a tail, and pointed, animal like ears eating meat on a stick around a fire. Around the figure there appear to be a bunch of circles and squiggles. The writing above it is in an unknown language, that looks vaguely Nordic. This place is most certainly older than it looks.Wolfgang seems to notice something, "Have any of you seen that other scientist, with us? Where did he go?"Heinrich glances behind him. The other scientist was just standing here! He's nowhere to be found! The man was right next to them! There was no noise, no commotion - only silence. Panicked, Heinrich calls out "Doctor! Where are you?! Shout if you can hear me!"No answer. Heinrich turns back, everyone is looking all around - trying to find the man. They don't know how long the missing professor has been gone. Doctor Reiser seems worried."I... I'm sure he was right beside me. Maybe he got lost...""Or worse," Wolfang whispers softly as they stand silently in fear, not knowing what happened to their colleague. All they could do now was proceed forward slowly in search of the missing man.
<2022-05-22T04:07:25.000Z> elftummy: Wow this is really great stuff! Definitely top quality. Good job and I am waiting on the edge of my seat for the rest
<2022-05-22T04:09:29.000Z> Tactical: Rest of it should be finished tonight. Lemme know if there's anything you want me to edit
<2022-05-22T04:10:12.000Z> elftummy: It looks good as is tbqh. I might still be up when you finish we'll see 
<2022-05-22T04:28:14.000Z> Tactical: ok
<2022-05-22T04:33:28.000Z> Tactical: Can't send over chat, so I uploaded as a PDF and posted it
<2022-05-22T04:35:41.000Z> elftummy: Sweet. Send your venmo and I'll shell out your well-earned shekels $$$
<2022-05-22T04:36:11.000Z> Tactical: I honestly haven't even set it up yet lmao
<2022-05-22T04:37:20.000Z> elftummy: That's no problem. It's fast and easy to set up, no personal info necessary.You can either spend directly from your venmo acct (they'll send a debit card if you want one) or you can put in your bank info and transfer your balanceI use it for most racist transactions.
<2022-05-22T04:38:41.000Z> Tactical: should I use business or personal?
<2022-05-22T04:38:58.000Z> elftummy: Personal.
<2022-05-22T04:41:26.000Z> Tactical: kk
<2022-05-22T04:41:32.000Z> Tactical: @TacticalInternetGuy
<2022-05-22T04:44:28.000Z> Tactical: just had it come up
<2022-05-22T04:44:30.000Z> Tactical: thank you kind sir
<2022-05-22T04:44:56.000Z> elftummy: No problem 👍 keep up the good work and don't let clownworld get you down.  https://i.poastcdn.org/81ff24160ef83d543f1b29333475131af3c20bff29994ca10a61c8dc9ec6d497.png
<2022-05-22T04:45:58.000Z> Tactical: no worries
<2022-05-22T04:46:03.000Z> Tactical: I like doing this infintely more than doing retail work
<2022-05-22T04:46:27.000Z> elftummy: I did fast food for a while. I wanted to kill myself or kill customers every single waking moment
<2022-05-22T04:46:47.000Z> Tactical: Lord I know
<2022-05-22T04:47:25.000Z> Tactical: I'm trying to do this writing stuff so I have something productive I'm doing on my days off, making cash without having to go do retail shit
<2022-05-22T04:47:47.000Z> Tactical: I love my OT bonuses, but my boss is such a prick and doing +50 hours of retail work just fucking kills me
<2022-05-22T04:49:08.000Z> elftummy: That's a good way to do it. When I was building my business, I worked tons of different odd jobs, saved every penny, even lived out of my car for a while (long story). The grind is painful but I would rather labor now and be able to retire early than labor through my old ages
<2022-05-22T04:51:25.000Z> Tactical: I used to be homeless about 2 years ago, nearly starved to death in one of America's larger cities and at this point I'm just dead set on trying to scrap enough money together for an apartment and a future doing something.
<2022-05-22T04:53:42.000Z> Tactical: I can't do days off not "doing" anything, I have to do something otherwise I get worried as hell
<2022-05-22T04:55:00.000Z> elftummy: I used to do the same thing, but now that I run my own business, and it's super duper stressful, I've gotta take off on most saturdays, and on every Sunday
<2022-05-22T04:55:44.000Z> Tactical: Yeah, I've got a dad who runs a business and basically works every day for 12+ hour shifts, it's damned busy
<2022-05-22T04:56:45.000Z> elftummy: I'm basically on-call all day every day but I purposefully ignore stuff sundays and most saturdays 
<2022-05-22T04:57:00.000Z> Tactical: What do you do anyways?
<2022-05-22T04:57:16.000Z> elftummy: Real estate empire I built myself
<2022-05-22T04:57:55.000Z> Tactical: That's solid, most of the stuff I've done independently was either moneylending in HS like a fucking kike, graphic design (tabletop maps) in college, or right now writing
<2022-05-22T04:58:44.000Z> Tactical: Most of my proceeds I get from that go into crypto or savings, it's something to at least put away at the end of the week
<2022-05-22T04:59:12.000Z> elftummy: I've worked in tons of different industries, mostly bluecollar with the occasional whitecollar job thrown in
<2022-05-22T04:59:49.000Z> Tactical: All I've done work wise is retail, though hopefully in a year or two I can get started in construction or a trade
<2022-05-22T05:00:56.000Z> Tactical: I'm probably honestly the most well-off Gen Zer I know ATM, unless you count trust fund kids and that sort of deal
<2022-05-22T05:01:19.000Z> Tactical: so overall not bad at all
<2022-05-22T05:01:40.000Z> elftummy: I'm actually a zoomer too (one of the older ones) but I know what you mean. Shit's fucked and our generation was given the shortest end of the shitstick
<2022-05-22T05:02:15.000Z> Tactical: "muh millenials"
<2022-05-22T05:02:18.000Z> Tactical: "muh gen Xers"
<2022-05-22T05:02:48.000Z> Tactical: Not to gripe and bitch or whatever but yeah, all my cousins / nephews can't move out or they join up with the army
<2022-05-22T05:04:37.000Z> Tactical: IDK, it's fucked.
<2022-05-22T05:06:25.000Z> elftummy: For sure. Hopefully you're able to weather this storm.
<2022-05-22T05:07:13.000Z> Tactical: Might hold another commission special to get more traffic but I'm expecting probably on avg 40-60 bucks a week from this side gig stuff for writing atm
<2022-05-22T05:08:12.000Z> Tactical: Frankly it disgusts me how much people can make with just writing and drawing pornography, they literally make more on Patreon than I do in a month's work of retail.
<2022-05-22T05:09:13.000Z> elftummy: I agree. I was going to commission an artist to draw racist elves, but I learned that they actually don't do commissions because they make something insane like $6-7k per month on patreon doing smut/porn drawings
<2022-05-22T05:09:32.000Z> elftummy: It's not even a well-known artist either (unless you're weird like me lol)
<2022-05-22T05:10:49.000Z> Tactical: yeah, I have this dark feeling that even if my book gets signed on by AH somehow, if they tolerate monstergirls and cyberpunk dystopia, I'll barely make any money off it, compared to those folks.
<2022-05-22T05:11:34.000Z> elftummy: I don't know how much you'd get from AH but it would be better than nothing I think.
<2022-05-22T05:11:39.000Z> Tactical: Yeah
<2022-05-22T05:13:31.000Z> Tactical: Not completely screwed though, monstergirl romance is a good niche and romance sells fantastic in this society.
<2022-05-22T05:14:37.000Z> elftummy: Yeah that's true. If publishing doesn't work out - or better yet, when it DOES - you could go shill your stuff in 4chan monstergirl threads or somethingI honestly don't know much about them myself except what I see on here
<2022-05-22T05:14:58.000Z> Tactical: I don't imagine AH would ban my book just because monstergirls, or the fact it's a fiction book made to entertain
<2022-05-22T05:15:06.000Z> Tactical: I don't have NSFW stuff in it at all
<2022-05-22T05:15:15.000Z> Tactical: Same tbh
<2022-05-22T05:24:35.000Z> Tactical: oh yeah
<2022-05-22T05:24:50.000Z> Tactical: Are you going to sleep here in a min?
<2022-05-22T05:25:06.000Z> elftummy: No, too drunk to sleep. What's up?
<2022-05-22T05:30:35.000Z> Tactical: Would you mind reading a small passage from my story and telling me if it's hooked you?
<2022-05-22T05:31:02.000Z> elftummy: The commission or the one you're writing for AH?
<2022-05-22T05:31:06.000Z> Tactical: AH
<2022-05-22T05:31:11.000Z> Tactical: It's the beginning of winter, as Darius trudges through the snowy trail headed down to the Danube - over his back, is a sack full of foodstuff and puddings from his village. He mumbles discontentedly, trundling through the snow headed to his sweetheart's village, across the ancient bridge that marks the Danube. It's truly ancient, made out of concrete and steel, built sometime before the Collapse. His boots trample over snow as he crosses over. Three men guard the bridge in thick, insulated clothing, wearing chainmail armor underneath, armed with longswords and spears. They're all old soldiers; a small token garrison that Darius crosses by often enough. Their little guardpost on this ancient bridge is made from an abandoned house. One of them calls for him to stop and wait, an old guard that Darius recognizes as Lazarius."What's the good word?" Darius asks. The guards are huddled around a fire, as Darius steps closer, warming himself up by it, and Lazarius comes up beside him, hands stuffed into pockets to keep warm."Not much," the old, grizzled Lazarus says. "There was a band of urbanites, spotted across the bridge yesterday. A small tribe, maybe around twenty or forty. I'd be careful - they looked desperate. Like they were starving.""This far out?" Darius frowns. He looks down at his heavy bag of provisions. He glances back towards Lorraine.Lazarius nods slowly. "We've had reports in recent days, about these savages. I think there have been more and more sightings in the last few months as winter sets in. It's going to be a harsh winter, especially if the nobles are too busy arguing about the next king, rather than taking care of these savages. If we don't get any relief soon, then..." he trails off. Darius sighs - he passes by this guardpost nearly every week, and usually it's a peaceful trip. He can't help but feel scared to the bone that there's a possibility he might run into some of these savages, while trudging through the snow. He's heard stories of how savage and barbaric the people from the Arks are.Lazarus though, pats him on the back, and points towards the snowy trail headed towards his destination, towards his sweetheart's village."It's not too far, to that woman's home., God willing, you should easily make it before night." Lazarus says. Darius smiles weakly. Lazarus is right; Katrina would probably greet him with open arms, give him hot meals, make him take a bath. Those urbanites have probably moved on by now; maybe they even left for good. Still, Darius doesn't want to risk getting ambushed by them. There's a reason why the King sent a garrison to guard this ancient bridge."I'll rest with your garrison for the night, if that's not too much trouble. A warm fire will do me some good," Darius says.
<2022-05-22T05:31:34.000Z> elftummy: Yeah I'll read through this. I am inebriated so it might take me a second 
<2022-05-22T05:31:39.000Z> Tactical: ni orib
<2022-05-22T05:35:51.000Z> elftummy: You kinda repeat yourself a few times in the first paragraph. I think you reference the "ancient bridge" thrice and then again in paragraph 3. Maybe use some synonyms to spice it upFinal sentence of the second paragraph you end the sentence with "are" - that's not grammatical. You should rephrase it something like "He had heard stories detailing the barbarism of the people from the Arks" Overall it's very good writing. Lazarus is a very important name in Christianity I'm sure you know. Does that play a part in your story I wonder? 
<2022-05-22T05:36:08.000Z> Tactical: Sure sure
<2022-05-22T05:36:51.000Z> Tactical: yes 
<2022-05-22T05:37:19.000Z> Tactical: to give a bit of the metaplot away, a lot of people have christian-oriented names over french/german names in the area due to "Amerigan" culture
<2022-05-22T05:37:31.000Z> elftummy: Nice
<2022-05-22T05:37:58.000Z> Tactical: anyways thank you kind sir
<2022-05-22T05:38:24.000Z> elftummy: And thank you. I'll give the commission a read when I've sobered up and then I'll leave fantastic reviews where you poasted it
<2022-05-22T05:38:36.000Z> Tactical: >hasn't even read
<2022-05-22T05:38:37.000Z> Tactical: >still pays me
<2022-05-22T05:38:43.000Z> Tactical: thank you kind sir
<2022-05-24T00:23:42.000Z> Tactical: >1,730 word count
<2022-05-24T00:32:47.000Z> Tactical: this is lovecraftian esqeue
<2022-05-24T00:41:34.000Z> Tactical: tummy
<2022-05-24T00:41:37.000Z> Tactical: i'm spooked to post this
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<2022-05-24T21:59:40.000Z> Tactical: What did he mean by this
<2022-05-24T22:06:05.000Z> elftummy: wat
<2022-05-24T22:07:06.000Z> Tactical: The Zelda meme nigga
<2022-05-24T22:07:19.000Z> elftummy: I don't remember
<2022-05-24T22:07:34.000Z> Tactical: Lmao
<2022-05-25T16:11:09.000Z> Tactical: Just had a fantastic idea for an art commission
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<2022-05-25T22:40:03.000Z> Tactical: Elf tummy, give me your strongest side hustle tips 
<2022-05-25T22:41:52.000Z> elftummy: I have no idea
<2022-05-25T22:50:44.000Z> Tactical: F
<2022-05-27T06:03:45.000Z> Tactical: wrote a bit even while being tired AF
<2022-05-27T06:03:48.000Z> Tactical: lemme know what you think
<2022-05-27T06:03:49.000Z> Tactical: For you, it was another day at Store 101 as you sat in the manager's office. You were fortunate compared to the rest of the workers here. You were an assistant manager with only marginally better pay and more headaches. Another day working for GenericCo was about to begin for you, an off-brand retail chain that offered low prices and was renowned throughout the retail world for its poor management and horrible pay. Everyone was excited and eager for the new boss to come in, the new manager that promised to change things around for everyone. The last manager you worked with only lasted a week before they were terminated for drinking on the job and stealing from the workplace.But you knew better. Your co-workers would pester you with, "John, the new manager could be great!" They were so naive; you had been on this retail job long enough to know just how awful things got here before, and there was no sign of change yet. You tried to convince them otherwise, but they didn't listen. All you wanted now was for this workday to end already. To get rid of these ridiculous corny t-shirts with ad slogans that the company forced you all to wear, the red vest that was far too tight on your chest, or even that annoying tie that you've never perfected getting right. Just something other than GenericCo paraphernalia.And then she came in—the new store manager, right into the office. Quite literally, the locked door to the office broke down, and you looked back in shock. Diablo II was still playing on the laptop as you looked at the manager, a massive 9' tall cowgirl who walked over to greet you like she owned the place! She smiled at you and held her hand out to shake yours, which she did with a warm smile, "Hi! Are you my assistant manager, John?" She asked with her vast but gentle hand. You couldn't help but grimace, trying not to be charmed immediately by her warm, gentle smile and charisma. Her nametag reveals who she is - Bella, the Manager."I... am." You mumbled quietly, shaking hands awkwardly."I'm so glad to meet you!" Bella said brightly, sitting in one of the chairs beside you on the desk. She was massive, the office chair creaking under her. She's also wearing a red vest, the mark of royalty for GenericCo, the effect of being a middle manager of this retail shitshow, and it's only now that you notice it was pretty tight on her breasts, hugging them tightly together. And then she smiles, and you look away. You have no idea how to talk to this woman. Not only is she interrupting your game of Diablo II, but she's probably the most attractive manager or worker you've ever seen. Immediately, setting off alarm bells, especially with how sweet she is.As Bella leans forward onto the table, a quiet enters the room, looking at your screen closer than necessary, "What are you doing? It looks fun." She says, curious. She's adjusting her nametag, and then you spill the beans about playing Diablo 2."I wasn't exactly feeling like going down to the floor just yet. I just wanted to relax a bit before some retard starts asking me about our return policy or calls in." You grumble, clearly annoyed that you're getting interrupted by her. You finish with a sigh before grabbing the mouse and closing out of the game, turning off the computer, and smiling, "Well, since you're here, we should probably get started with a tour around the place."She seems excited. The giant cowgirl gets up out of her office chair, which now is bent over, mechanisms crushed under her weight. Bella reaches into her tight red vest pocket and pulls out a little notepad that's tiny for her, alongside a little pen that she holds at the ready. Her bright white teeth smile at you once more as she nods."That's great! I've never worked in retail before. Honestly, I've never even had a job before!" She says with a chuckle. She pats your back as you have a stunning look on your face. The two of you leave the room, the shapely cowgirl excitedly going into the breakroom where other employees were getting ready for their shift. You watch as she begins to make her first introduction to the employees there."Hi, y'all! I'm Bella! This is my first day here, and it's going to be such an exciting one! Just follow my lead, and everything will work fine, ain't that right?" She says as you stand behind her. Her gait emphasizes her shapely butt as she looks over at you. She's got a bit of a smirk on her face, briefly pausing as you try to deduce her intentions, perhaps reading too much. "You'll follow my lead, won't you John?" Bella says, pausing for a moment as if waiting for a reply from you. "Yes, ma'am." You say softly, the big woman grinning ear to ear again as she turns and leaves the room with you. The rest of the blue-vested employees aren't important to you, but she makes an effort to learn everyone's name and talk to them all. Making small talk with the people she'd met during her floor tour. The employees seemed surprised at how sweet Bella was acting towards them. They were generally used to middle managers being assholes who wanted nothing more than to mess up their lives in many ways that they never thought possible. Not this time, though; not at least today...Eventually, Bella wants to check out the floor. The aisles are small for her to squeeze through, and some customers try to get out of her way while you follow beside her. You show her where everything is as she jots it down, that little notepad so tiny compared to her hands. You both go through Foods, Chemical, and so on; when she gets excited at seeing the Sporting Goods section, a cute little gasp comes out."We sell guns!? Fishing poles?! That's crazy! I've never seen that in any store before!" Bella exclaims excitedly. She struts right up to the counter as a shocked attendant stands there. He's clearly never seen a monstergirl before, and the cowgirl towers over him, pointing at a rifle on the rack behind him. "I want this one! How much is it?" Her tone suggests she would just buy anything from his shelf, regardless of price or value. Hell, she's pointing at a Mossberg Maverick 88 Long Tube, chambered for 12 gauge slugs."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. This cowgirl is going to be a big heap of trouble.
<2022-05-27T06:29:32.000Z> elftummy: I think it's very good! The only critique I could give is that the level of detail is inconsistentFor example you could have made en entire paragraph about how she broke the display case but you just kind of rush through itIt's very good as a first draft and you can expand on concepts for the 2nd draft 
<2022-05-27T06:30:01.000Z> Tactical: yeah i was getting tired in the last part 4 sure
<2022-05-27T06:31:12.000Z> Tactical: trying to think what else 2 add
<2022-05-27T06:36:48.000Z> elftummy: Probably expand on what you have, and then once it's really great there's all kinds of things you can explore with your topicYou can have angry customersYou can have awkward discussions at the meat counterYou can have after-hours stuffExpand on the guns - take her to go shooting 
<2022-05-27T20:10:58.000Z> Tactical: I expanded it.
<2022-05-27T20:11:14.000Z> 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.
<2022-08-16T07:03:35.000Z> elftummy: How'd you get fired? 
<2022-08-16T07:06:06.000Z> Tactical: long story short I cussed out a niggress who was stealing from the store, harassing employees, and making my job much fucking harder, alongside parking in the middle of the damned street
<2022-08-16T07:08:21.000Z> Tactical: wasn't anything too vitrolic beyond calling her a feral bitch and to leave me alone, but that's enough ya know for a shitty retail job to get canned
<2022-08-16T07:09:45.000Z> elftummy: Lol got'em. Yeah niggers are wild. 
<2022-08-16T07:10:33.000Z> Tactical: yeah, it's crazy how people think though
<2022-08-16T07:10:48.000Z> Tactical: literally think that if you do nothing the situation will somehow get better, and it's better to not cause a scene
<2022-08-16T07:15:42.000Z> elftummy: They don't wanna be the next Derek chauvin - grucified by feral niggers for doing their job 
<2022-08-16T07:17:30.000Z> Tactical: dude fuck niggers
<2022-08-16T07:17:34.000Z> Tactical: and fuck kikes
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<2022-08-16T07:19:48.000Z> Tactical: next goal is to get in a trade so that'll be fun
<2022-08-16T07:26:13.000Z> elftummy: Trades are very rewarding. I did trucking for a while and loved it
<2022-08-16T07:26:50.000Z> Tactical: shooting for an electrical pre-apprenticeship here next month and going from there
<2022-08-16T07:31:33.000Z> elftummy: Electric is definitely something that'll be needed in the future. Keep me updated 💪🏻
<2022-09-11T01:14:05.000Z> Tactical: Oh yeah as a headsup, @DaveHolland the guy who started that hellthread 2 or so nights ago wanted you to unblock him, idc but I thought I'd let you know since he's also a fatguy
<2022-09-11T01:55:59.000Z> elftummy: Most of us have determined he's a federal agent. He came in and immediately started fat poasting but then he came out as philosemitic (loves jews) so we all blocked him and disavowed 
<2022-09-11T01:56:15.000Z> Tactical: that's what I figured
<2022-09-11T02:04:06.000Z> elftummy: He's either an actual nigger gorilla monkey or a jew. From the things he's said there's no way he's White. I don't have screenshots but I think Hikari (platinum) at shortstack ranch has some 
<2022-09-11T02:04:35.000Z> Tactical: yeah he said some shit that made me sus, he's either a young white guy who's very deracinated or a mix
<2022-09-11T02:06:42.000Z> elftummy: No he definitely isn't White he has self-described "jungle fever"Best case scenario he's a White-passing MexicanBut he's still not White 
<2022-09-13T04:33:50.000Z> Tactical: >no chubby hellwan to get addicted to a diet of KFC, fried food, and other similar goodies
<2022-09-13T04:33:51.000Z> Tactical: sad!
<2022-09-13T13:58:19.000Z> elftummy: Sad! 
<2022-09-13T13:58:53.000Z> Tactical: writing commission RNW
<2022-09-13T13:59:31.000Z> Tactical: >tfw no bratty cowgirl-demon who's too haughty to realize she's chubby