Short Stories.

[Jay Burns]

Heyo! I have been experimenting with writing short stories recently, and it would be really cool if you lads gave me a couple of ideas for some. So reply with a theme, topic or scenario that you want to be made into a short story and I will try my best to make it. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.

[Bancrose]

Does this have to follow any particular genre or can it be about anything?

[Jay Burns]

Does this have to follow any particular genre or can it be about anything?

No lewd shit and that's pretty much it. I don't want this thread to get nuked like desolane's one was back in the ye old days.

[TheDonkified]

You strolling by medbay's surgery wing and see Dr. Lother Jones performing on a conscious person. He is covered in blood and patient is hysterical.

[driecg36]

Prompt: Jay burns rejoins staff, yeets on managers

[Sleepy Retard]

Sleepy and Jay spot a Reno Story with an absolutely disgusting beard

[Bancrose]

10-4 sir, understood "No gay shit".

Can you perhaps write a story about Tienstin or something?

I don't know much about it but its lorewise a major fight between USCM and UPP. I'd seriously like something base the backstory off of Heinz for.

[Jay Burns]

You strolling by medbay's surgery wing and see Dr. Lother Jones performing on a conscious person. He is covered in blood and patient is hysterical.

"FUCK! OH FUCK WHY ME!" Screamed the poor marine. he was struggling against the stretcher. His legs kicking and flailing about while he shouted and screeched for help.

As the screams permeated throughout the ship. jay was walking past the medbay when he saw the great calamity happening before him, although he should have expected some medical mispractice; after all, he was on the alaymer. He didn't expect anything as horrifying, despicable and down-right gruesome to be happening right before his desensitized eyes. jay retched and gagged, as he saw a bound marine. whose eyes were wide with pain and their body drenched in crimson blood. Being operated on while bellowing like a wounded beast; he was obviously conscious throughout the arduous and brutal surgery. But what was even more sickening was the madman of a doctor operating on the marine.

The doctor looked like something out of a corny horror movie. His limbs were lanky and gangly, freakishly so. His sickly green scrubs were splattered with gore and viscera of the many unfortunate souls who had the misfortune of getting placed under his painful and often deadly care. Slowly. Ever so slowly. The hellish doctor turned and smiled. revealing his unnatural doglike teeth. His eyes - the little bit jay could see - were full of malice, hatred and utter contempt for his fellow human being. jay could smell the stench of death and decay on the feral doctor. If he was to touch the doctor, he would find the skin on the doctor's body to be flaky and greasy.

"What in the fuck are you doing!" bellowed Jay, his voice filled with disgusted intrigue. "I am doing what I must" replied the fiend of a doctor. His voice was low and baritone, with a slight Asian tinge to it.
"Jesus Christ dude, he is not unconscious!" exclaimed jay, "and you think I didn't already know that?" again replied the doctor. His voice laden with cruelty and spite. "Are you not going to stop, man?" retorted jay, obviously getting annoyed at the doctor's curt replies. After a long and suspense-filled pause, the doctor replied one last time "Better not get injured on this operation otherwise you will be under my knife," and with that, the gore-soaked doctor simply started walking away. but just before he got out the medbay jay got one last look of the vile doctor and he saw a glimpse of the blood-splattered badge that was next to the doctor's right breast pocket. It simply read "Dr Lother Jones"

- This took way too long to write al things considered, Also any feedback on the writing style would be greatly appreciated.

[Jay Burns]

Prompt: Jay burns rejoins staff, yeets on managers

"Yuh yeet!" the autist exclaimed. His massive pile of Cheetos and Doritos were stacked high, higher than the chances anyone that unironically plays a 2d spessman simulator of getting a girlfriend. His twenty chins bouncing and jiggling as if they had a mind of their own. "Oh boy, I can't wait to dab on all the head staff hue hue." Snorted the autist. His fat bloated face wobbling as he struggled to get the words out. Every; letter, syllable and sentence that came out of his greasy, acne ridden face was somehow quiet and obnoxious at the same time, it sounded like Alan Carr but twenty times more camp and without the jovial edge to it. In fact, the only edge to it was the edgy shit that came out of his mouth.

A loud creaking could be heard from the desk the fat man-child was using. Maybe it was trying to commit a form of desk seppuku? in all fairness, anything would want to die after being in the presence of a fat slob for so long. Anyway, the autist, who will now be referred to as "Jay" from now on, was getting ready to head back to the staff team of a server on the aforementioned "Spessman Virgin simulator." His sweaty, greasy palms hastily typing in the password to his Slack account. He hurriedly types in the staff general chat "hewwoo".

- I don't even know what I was trying to do with this, but I found it slightly fun to write. Also it's like nearly 3am, I will continue with the requests tomorrow.

[driecg36]

"Yuh yeet!" the autist exclaimed. His massive pile of Cheetos and Doritos were stacked high, higher than the chances anyone that unironically plays a 2d spessman simulator of getting a girlfriend. His twenty chins bouncing and jiggling as if they had a mind of their own. "Oh boy, I can't wait to dab on all the head staff hue hue." Snorted the autist. His fat bloated face wobbling as he struggled to get the words out. Every; letter, syllable and sentence that came out of his greasy, acne ridden face was somehow quiet and obnoxious at the same time, it sounded like Alan Carr but twenty times more camp and without the jovial edge to it. In fact, the only edge to it was the edgy shit that came out of his mouth.

A loud creaking could be heard from the desk the fat man-child was using. Maybe it was trying to commit a form of desk seppuku? in all fairness, anything would want to die after being in the presence of a fat slob for so long. Anyway, the autist, who will now be referred to as "Jay" from now on, was getting ready to head back to the staff team of a server on the aforementioned "Spessman Virgin simulator." His sweaty, greasy palms hastily typing in the password to his Slack account. He hurriedly types in the staff general chat "hewwoo".

- I don't even know what I was trying to do with this, but I found it slightly fun to write. Also it's like nearly 3am, I will continue with the requests tomorrow.

mwah, magnifique

[Recounted]

Carson awakens from cryo sleep with the crew in a attachment depleted crisis...And Dubi's leading the riot

[Weaselburg]

Mr Wiggles becomes the leader of the benos.

[spartanbobby]

Jay burns playing company of heroes 2 with Spartanbobby, Sleepy and kavlo while complaining that tanks are overpowered

[Sambalu]

You're sitting on the alamo, when all of a sudden, the dropship eats someone, leaving only gibs behind.

[Jay Burns]

10-4 sir, understood "No gay shit".

Can you perhaps write a story about Tienstin or something?

I don't know much about it but its lorewise a major fight between USCM and UPP. I'd seriously like something base the backstory off of Heinz for.

Whizz. Bang. Pop. Every sound, accompanied by a bigger thunderclap of noise. Every Whizz, foreshadowing a quick and brutal end. Every bang, dispensing death, and pain. Every pop, signalling the end of some poor sod.

Tientsin. Home of one of the bloodiest battles in history. It's a lush green Wey-Yu owned colony at the fringes of human controlled space, or at least it was. nowadays it's a barren wasteland filled with miles upon miles of craters from orbital bombardments, mortar teams and the occasional CAS.

The reasons for the conflict are still widely debated to this day. Some say it due to the aggressive expansion of the UPP in United America's territory, others say it was caused by a false flag operation created out by the UPP to justify taking the strategic planet from the United Americas. Either way, this border skirmish was going to turn into a full-on meat grinder, where men went in and came out as chunks of flesh.

Anyway, it doesn't matter how the battle was started, all that matters is that it took place. At first, it started as a flashpoint engagement. The few garrisoned forces on the planet were ruthlessly slaughtered. Next, the UPP tried to destroy any forms of off word communication, hoping to stop any potential survivors from sending a distress signal. But in a sudden twist of fate, a distress signal was able to be sent by an unnamed colonist, who then was found swiftly and executed.

Luckily for the few surviving colonists or unlucky depending on your view. A USCM ship was in orbit at a station near the occupied planet, they immediately sent an expeditionary force to pacify any hostile elements present. This is when things, went tits up on both sides.

Unfortunately for the expeditionary force. The UPP knew the marines would be arriving soon, and set up defences in key strategic positions all across the planet. Further UPP support would be arriving -in a few days- to reinforce the assault force. While this was happening, the USCM was setting up a FOB on the opposite side of the planet. Preparing for war.

The main crux of fighting between two sides happened, roughly eighteen hours post USCM Expeditionary landing. Two opposing scouting forces stumbled into each other. The result would be colossal bloodshed. As both sides received reports of contact, they each mobilised their forces and sent them to reinforce the scouts.

The fighting was absolutely brutal. While the USCM had numbers and air support, they were mostly ill-experienced and had not seen combat. While the UPP forces were the best they had to offer; sporting better equipment, advanced training, extensive combat experience and more artillery firepower. It started off with the UPP ambushing the marching marine reinforcement teams, cutting them down with well-aimed shots and overwhelming artillery: Taking out most of if not all of the marine forces. The USCM responded by bombarding the area of engagement with orbital cannons. The cannons annihilated the UPP infantrymen, turning their bodies into mulch within seconds.

Due to the bloody stalemate, the UPP decided to pull out, as they could not sustain a battle of attrition with the gigantic USCM. Likewise, the USCM started pulling out due to the massive loss of forces on their part. A ceasefire was declared and the region is still highly contested to this day.

- This took super long to make. Sorry it ended kinda quick, but iI set myself a timelimit for each piece of wriing and I ran out of time on this one.

[Bancrose]

Gott Bless Jay, This was a great read sir!

[Jay Burns]

Jay burns playing company of heroes 2 with Spartanbobby, Sleepy and kavlo while complaining that tanks are overpowered

"Bro fuck those tanks man, OKW is way too overpowered." I ranted, my voice filled with frustration and anger at having lost three games in a row to sleepy's bullshit motherfucking light tanks. "Dude just learn to counter them," sleepy said, a shit-eating grin spread across his face as he hears my salt filled rant for the fourth time that evening. "Yeah man, we just gotta find a different tactic to counters sleepy's light tanks," snorted bobby. While it may have seen like sensible advice, he had said the exact same thing for the last two hours. "Bobby there is no hope in hell of actually doing shit against his tanks. I have to spam my shitty conscripts at the game start so I can cap all the points, Then all of a sudden sleepy's bullshit engineers can come over and wipe out two fucking conscript squads. Then roll out the fucking light tanks seven minutes in, which I have nothing to counter this early in the game. Meaning sleepy takes control of all the fucking fuel capture points supplying the endless spam of his light, heavy and the fucking overpowered Tiger Tank." I ranted for the twelfth time that evening.

"Just get good man," Kavlo said, I imagined he had a shit-grin just like sleepy. "Dude it's fucking bullshit. We have two of the best players on one team, you and sleepy. Whilst me and Bobby are over here wanking each other off, just waiting for the light tanks to roll in!" I retorted, finishing off my rant. "Okay let's play another yeah?" queried sleepy, knowing full well he was going to just spam light tanks seven minutes in. "Sure." Said me, Bobby, and Kavlo in unison, all salt washed away in the hopes of winning one fucking game.

It went exactly how the last game went. I and Bobby tried to think of a different strategy, but it just devolved into me spamming a fuckton of mortar squads and waiting for sleepy's zerg rush of engineers coupled with the over-fucking powered seven-minute light tanks. Fast forward to a couple minutes after game-start, sleepy had already capped the middle points and had the shit on lock. There was no way I and Bobby would be able to retake it, so we just tried focusing on killing sleepy's Tiger Tank. It took me throwing all my forces at it - same with Bobby - but it finally died a couple of seconds before the game ended, and with that minor victory we rejoined sleepy's voice channel. "Light tanks are fucking OP man!" I shouted with salty righteous fury, As I logged off for the night.

- I still get salty thinking about sleepy's OKW bullshit.

[Jay Burns]

Mr Wiggles becomes the leader of the benos.

he looked down at the amassed army in front of him. The scorpion-like creatures, with sharp claws and even sharper teeth. Their weird, deformed, sack-like heads bowed in reverence towards him.

He Yapped. Beckoning his warriors to fight, the humans that had for so long abandoned him were returning en-mass to wreak havoc on him and his new black, hideous friends. They started to move out. A horde of the monstrosities climbing over one another to do their masters bidding, scrambling to get out the hive and destroy the foreign invaders for their new queen: Mr Wiggles.

They killed, dismembered and annihilated the incompetent invading forces. Mr Wiggles wormed his way through the Nexus, his little paws making a pitter-patter as he walked past the bloody battleground, leaving bloody paw-prints as he went. Sniffing at the corpses that had tried to massacre his underlings. He looked at each butchered cadaver, searching for treats to satiate his growing desire for food. He emitted a bark that only a corgi could manage - weak and inoffensive- and beckoned his underlings to return to him. They were going to take the fight to the horrid humans.

He booped his snout on the control console for the dropship that the humans had foolishly left behind. The cockpit was filled with mutilated corpses, blood was caked thick on the walls. It smelt like death and cordite. The whispy trails of smoke from hot barrels could still be seen, a brutal reminder of the savagery this young pup has caused today. But he must push onwards. He yapped again, calling his hive onto the shuttle as the engines flared as the rumbling got louder and louder. In a few short minutes, they were already on their way towards the Almayer.

Due to the fact he was a corgi. He could not pilot a dropship that well, as hard as the little pup tried to successfully land on the ship, his little paws didn't have the dexterity to deliver his death machines unto the unwitting crew of the Almayer. But he did manage to crash land. Slamming the dropship right into the Almayer's bridge. The dozens in the CIC were slaughtered immediately. The shrieking and screaming of the doomed souls cut its way through the ship, demoralizing all that heard the horrid death throes. As the slaughter was going on, Mr Wiggles innocently walked through the CIC: Wagging his little tail as he did. His paws making the all too familiar pitter-patter sounds, although some sloshing could be heard as the pup waded through puddles of blood from the massacre he had caused. He finally reached the command console of the ship. While the screams of the rest of the unfortunate crew could be heard, he paid them no attention. As he sat in the commander's chair and started to use his short little snout to direct the Almayer to the next planet of unsuspecting victims on his crusade of puppy vengeance.

- Instead of focusing on the enos, I wanted to juxtapose the cuteness of Mr. Wiggles with the slaughter going on around him. If I did that well or not I dunno. I also tried to vary my sentence types and lengths, so any and all feedback would be greatly appreciated.

[Sleepy Retard]

story about a tank with a dream

this story would've been ten times better if you changed the second half to when you learned how to counter the light tank but I didn't buy one

the reasoning for this is because as it now, the story can be guessed from a couple sentence in. the change above just makes it more comical and less linear

[Imperator_Titan]

Jay burns playing company of heroes 2 with Spartanbobby, Sleepy and kavlo while complaining that tanks are overpowered

Tfw light tanks

[Weaselburg]

he looked down at the amassed army in front of him. The scorpion-like creatures, with sharp claws and even sharper teeth. Their weird, deformed, sack-like heads bowed in reverence towards him.

He Yapped. Beckoning his warriors to fight, the humans that had for so long abandoned him were returning en-mass to wreak havoc on him and his new black, hideous friends. They started to move out. A horde of the monstrosities climbing over one another to do their masters bidding, scrambling to get out the hive and destroy the foreign invaders for their new queen: Mr Wiggles.

They killed, dismembered and annihilated the incompetent invading forces. Mr Wiggles wormed his way through the Nexus, his little paws making a pitter-patter as he walked past the bloody battleground, leaving bloody paw-prints as he went. Sniffing at the corpses that had tried to massacre his underlings. He looked at each butchered cadaver, searching for treats to satiate his growing desire for food. He emitted a bark that only a corgi could manage - weak and inoffensive- and beckoned his underlings to return to him. They were going to take the fight to the horrid humans.

He booped his snout on the control console for the dropship that the humans had foolishly left behind. The cockpit was filled with mutilated corpses, blood was caked thick on the walls. It smelt like death and cordite. The whispy trails of smoke from hot barrels could still be seen, a brutal reminder of the savagery this young pup has caused today. But he must push onwards. He yapped again, calling his hive onto the shuttle as the engines flared as the rumbling got louder and louder. In a few short minutes, they were already on their way towards the Almayer.

Due to the fact he was a corgi. He could not pilot a dropship that well, as hard as the little pup tried to successfully land on the ship, his little paws didn't have the dexterity to deliver his death machines unto the unwitting crew of the Almayer. But he did manage to crash land. Slamming the dropship right into the Almayer's bridge. The dozens in the CIC were slaughtered immediately. The shrieking and screaming of the doomed souls cut its way through the ship, demoralizing all that heard the horrid death throes. As the slaughter was going on, Mr Wiggles innocently walked through the CIC: Wagging his little tail as he did. His paws making the all too familiar pitter-patter sounds, although some sloshing could be heard as the pup waded through puddles of blood from the massacre he had caused. He finally reached the command console of the ship. While the screams of the rest of the unfortunate crew could be heard, he paid them no attention. As he sat in the commander's chair and started to use his short little snout to direct the Almayer to the next planet of unsuspecting victims on his crusade of puppy vengeance.

- Instead of focusing on the enos, I wanted to juxtapose the cuteness of Mr. Wiggles with the slaughter going on around him. If I did that well or not I dunno. I also tried to vary my sentence types and lengths, so any and all feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Amazing

[manezinho]

The day that praetorian sticky spit was added.