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Another Good Girls Und Panzer story to my collection

i tried doing a speech lol, tell me what you guys think
          
          D Company started clapping, and Arvad couldn't help but start doing the same, feeling the suppressed pride in being a Fulda West student come out.
          
          "Alright, alright, settle down, young men." Schlicter said, motioning for D Company to stop clapping. He took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket, clearing his throat. "So, before we start anything, could we have this year's commander of D Company come up to the stage and say a few words?"
          
          With a grin, Gregor nudged Arvad to go ahead.
          
          "C'mon, Boss!" Gregor half-whispered, pointing at the stage. "Get on there and say something!"
          
          Arvad sighed, standing up. He made himself look a bit more presentable before ascending the stage. Having the spotlight on him, both literally and figuratively, made Arvad wince in discomfort. He took the microphone from Schlicter, who gave Arvad an encouraging nudge on the back.
          
          "Good evening, D Company." Arvad said, looking around. "I know you guys don't see me that often, but I'm glad to be here tonight, seeing all of your faces."
          
          Arvad paused, wondering whether he should add to his introduction or to go with the flow. After a short consideration, he shrugged, deciding to throw his weight into going with the flow.
          
          "For many of you first-year tankers, it might be the first time you've seen  me... but I assure you, you are in good hands. You, no, we will see victory together! We will compete in the swamps, we will compete in the forests, we will compete anywhere Kuromorimine challenges us! We will compete wherever we are needed, because we are Fulda West! Fulda West has the best tactics, because we have been taught by the best! We have been taught by the best because we are forged in fire! My comrades, my brothers in arms, we will prevail against the tides of Kuromorimine's tactics, because we have the skills! We have the equipment! We! Will! WIN!"

yall know what time it is.
          
          "Anyways," Headmaster Schrader said, looking at Arvad, "you've heard of the annual exchange program between Kuromorimine and Fulda West, no?"
          
          Arvad stared blankly for a second before his neurons fired up. The exchange program between Kuromorimine and Fulda West... something that happened every year. This year, it was D Company's turn to go, Arvad's company.
          
          "Oh. Yeah." Arvad mumbled after realizing he was just standing there like a dunce. "I've heard of it. Fulda West and Kuromorimine exchange tank companies to learn each other's tactics, right?"
          
          "Ah, that's good to hear." Uncle Manfred replied, patting Arvad's shoulder before his usual cheery expression shifted to a more serious one. "You know, Kuromorimine's had an... extreme reputation. If you catch my drift, nephew."

Have you tried TDX Nightmare yet brotha

if a teammate operator is coughing and twitching.. do you terminate the operator before being turned or keep em alive even they are turned infected?

i beat project wingman. needless to say watching [REDACTED] get [REDACTED] was satisfying

anyways hi extra crumbs (am i cooking or what)
          
          M4 Carbine sat in a foxhole with M4A1, twiddling his thumbs. Should he say something to cheer up his sister? Actually, no, he’d say something weird and make M4A1 feel worse. M4 Carbine sighed, lamenting the fact that he’d never learned how to properly comfort someone. 
          
          He dug into his backpack, taking out a bar labeled ‘CHOCK-ON-DEEZ-NUTS'. M4 Carbine took out his bayonet, ripping open the packaging before taking a single bite, chewing. It tasted like nuts, regret, chocolate, and... 
          
          M4 Carbine glanced at the packaging’s nutrition facts. Ah, it consisted of stuff that he didn’t know how to pronounce; chocolate, but with an ungodly amount of sugar; nuts, the peas and cashews and wals varieties; and finally, flavored joke-that-makes-no-sense. 
          
          No wonder it tasted like regret. Oh, well, M4 Carbine handed one of those bars to M4A1, staying silent when she accepted it. 
          
          “Thanks.” M4A1 murmured. 
          
          M4 Carbine just grunted in acknowledgement. He was too busy savoring the regret.

crumbs for parity directives if yall care:
          
          "Howdy, I'm M134, supply sergeant and head honcho of the gun rack 'round here. What can I do fer ya, partner?" 
          
          “Uhh...” 
          
          David frowned, trying to process the hillbilly words that just came from M134. 
          
          “Oh, sorry ‘bout that. Supply officer and armory chief, don’t think ‘bou’mer hillbilly speak.” M134 replied, walking over to David. “You new chief ‘round here? You certainly look like one, and boy I’m putting my money that you’ll be a mighty’un.” 
          
          David nodded, taking in M134’s appearance. M134 wasn’t actually giant, he was around 6’2”. Still quite big. The man wore an office shirt with his sleeves rolled up. 
          
          “You’re... well-dressed for someone like that.” 
          
          “Oh, this? Bah, it ain’t n’un! Just something comfy, which is m’old uniform. Yes, sirree, I’m a war vet! WW3, fought for the ‘Mericans, oorah!”

What do you think of love, about its power? Is it the most dreadful curse, crushing the emotion of any poor soul, a weapon of manipulation, a greed for lust and want...
          
          Or perhaps, it is the most wonderful thing in this world, a power connected by the hearts, the bliss of finding a destination for our lonely wanderer, a blessing to those abandoned by hope?

Late 20th Century, Early "Shock and Awe" Campaign. The Skies over Baghdad 
          
          “Fuck my guns” -bubby 
          
          Alexi glided over the burning city, filming the scene in awe as the last of the cruise missiles flew overhead. 
          
          “Amazing...” She whispered to herself, “The Americans really outdid themselves this time.” 
          
          Suddenly, she hears something approaching from her left. 
          
          “Hm?” 
          
          Alexi quickly tucks her wings and dives backward, just in time as a SA-3 Goa almost grazes her. 
          
          “So, where did you come from?” 
          
          She quickly recovers and looks back to see the missile exploding just past where she was. 
          
          “Haven’t seen anything be able to get so close... very interesting! Too bad I wasn’t able to get a good photo of it though.” 
          
          She looks down at her camera and frowns at the blurry photo on the screen. Looking at the direction the missile came from, she sees a plume of smoke appear and another trail arc towards her. 
          
          “Coming back for retakes, are we?” She exclaims, “Just look cool now!” 
          
          She quickly boosts herself backwards, turning to look at the rapidly approaching missile. 
          
          “Alright, then! Hold still for me, okay?” 
          
          The missile zooms past Alexi, giving her another blurry shot. 
          
          “Hey! I said hold still!” 
          
          With the missile leaving her in the dust, she sighs. 
          
          “I guess it's time to use this thing.” 
          
          She looks down at the device on her thigh. 
          
          “I get the reason, but I still don’t like the position of this remote,” she sighs. 
          
          She prepares her secret weapon, a jetpack.  
          
          “Alright now,” she spreads her wings, “Let's see if this even works."