Submitted by Hitler McStalin on Tue, 09/30/2014 - 17:05
The saga, comes to an end this time. I went hard as fuck and finished the whole thing. This section covers chapters 20-26, as well as an extra chapter, NO SKIPPING TO IT, I FUCKING KNOW ONE OF YOU WILL.
I really hope this all fits in the text box.
CHAPTER 20 - HE'S GOT CONNECTIONS
The three chums spent the rest of the day relaxing, Inky and Morning putting their heads together to patch Hitler up as best they could.
Submitted by Hitler McStalin on Tue, 09/30/2014 - 12:46
The saga continues. Five chapters today, the inspiration has been real.
CHAPTER 15 - DAYTRIPPER
It was a bright and early morning in the three chums camp, the sun was coming up and the dew and rain in the jungle was already evaporating, it was gonna be a shitty day.
Hitler had put his cooked meat up high so bears and other assholes wouldn't steal it. He and Morning spent the entire night cooking it all.
Inky was still asleep, now was the perfect time for the two male chums to have some fun.
Submitted by Hitler McStalin on Mon, 09/29/2014 - 18:50
The saga continues, 4 chapters today, the sparks really hit me this weekend.
CHAPTER 11 - PLEASED TO MEET YOU.
The three grumpy chums sailed down-river a merrily waiting for orders, deciding they had nothing better to do they turned on the boat's built in radio to the on-base radio station, Vietclit Radio.
"GGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDD MMMOOOORRRNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNG VIIIEEETTCLIT!" The radio shouted, conveniently very loud.
Submitted by Hitler McStalin on Fri, 09/26/2014 - 13:25
The saga continues, no moar writers block, and it's an extra long part because I can't end posts on odd numbers.
CHAPTER 8 - SUPPLY AND COMMAND
The rescue helicopter had began flying out to sea, four of the six chums wondering where they were going.
"So, why are we flying out in the middle of the ocean?" Hitler asked, worried about their survivability.
"You ever see a nuclear powered aircraft carrier before?" Golden replied.
"Specifically, we're headed to the UCS Entrepreneur." Natalia said, sounding like she was headed to a water park.
Submitted by Hitler McStalin on Thu, 09/25/2014 - 13:44
The saga continues, only one chapter today because the writer's block is real. I'm getting drunk soon I think, so I hope that makes a difference.
CHAPTER 7 - BLACK CATS
The 5 card players rushed out the door, weapons armed and at the ready. They were immediately greeted by an enemy VC raid, nearby green tents were stained with red, like Christmas. A bloody, satanic Christmas, but Christmas nonetheless.
"Fanboy, Spiderman, you cover our flanks, we're moving in wedge formation." Inky told the group.
Submitted by Hitler McStalin on Wed, 09/24/2014 - 00:09
The saga continues
CHAPTER 5 - DICK FUCK NIGGER
Morning dropped the squad leader on a nearby bunk, taking a seat on one across from it while Hitler began to scribble down what just happened.
"This entire report sounds like a falsehood, nobody would believe this." Hitler said, hoping that they wouldn't be court martialed on day one.
"It'll be fine, most army folk don't seem to care too much about written reports. You could probably write DICK FUCK NIGGER all over the page and get it passed off as fact." Morning said, reassuring Hitler.
Submitted by Hitler McStalin on Mon, 09/22/2014 - 15:12
The saga continues.
CHAPTER 3 - OUT OF THE FRYING PAN
Soldiers were returning to the camp, setting up various positions, and generally winding down now that they had the beach head.
Two chums walked back to camp, the other limping slightly behind, they gathered around their sergeant for an after action report on the beach head and briefing on their next mission.
"That was a mighty fine charge, not what most men would have done but the will of the bayonet is strong in you I guess" Sergeant Cakes said to the survivors.
Submitted by Hitler McStalin on Sun, 09/21/2014 - 13:15
Some chums in IRC wanted me to do some writefaggotry so here it goes I guess. Hope you all enjoy it.
CHAPTER ONE - SHANGHAI-ED
The rain felt like bullets.
Three raggedy chums walked away from the hell that was those jungles.
Those hills, those fields.
Those cities, now destroyed.
This is the story of how three comrades were forever changed by a war they never signed up for.
That they never even supported.
Or even knew about.
Until November 1st, 1969.
Submitted by Hitler McStalin on Fri, 09/05/2014 - 10:38