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blud does NOT have rizz 
          
          Maho shrugged, continuing to smile at Arvad. 
          
          “If you keep wondering and don’t accept my answer at face value, you won’t understand what I mean.” Maho said, leaning forwards. “So, in that case, good night.” 
          
          Arvad’s brain crashed when Maho leaned in and gave him an unprompted goodnight kiss. He stood dumbly in the doorway, letting a breeze in. Said breeze annoyed Klaus enough for him to wake up, walk over to Arvad, and bonk him in the head with a pillow before closing the door. 
          
          (yes this is another sneak peak, i've been lazing around for a bit anyways)

HEAR MY WORDS, COMMANDER.
          
          MY DEFEAT WAS IN NO BENEFIT FOR THE GDA.
          IN THE END, MY PURPOSE WAS NEVER TO END YOU.
          ONLY TO WEAKEN YOU.
          
          FOR THEM.

CHAPTER 1 OF BIGSHOT IS COMING OUT RIGHT FUCKING NOWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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.