chemAnon's Story

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alright /k/, gonna write my own story. elfette anon made me do it.
will start out slow, but be patient. the kube will be pleased.
also, first time writefagging and kinda busy, so updates might be slow.
>be me, 19yo engineering student
>been browsing /k/, /diy/, chemistry forums and yt for a long time
>Austria, eastern end of the alps
>late summer evening, 2019, get call from parents
>turn on the news, anon!
>which channel?
>doesn't matter
>oh fugg nukes? EUSSR army? RWDS?
>turn on ORF1
>breaking: portals to other world
>itshappening.gif
>portals materialize but are unstable and keep changing location
>random patches of land swapped
>rare phenomenon, seems to only have targeted "empty" regions
>some large park in the middle of Vienna qualified as empty
>a xeno settlement materialized in the middle of our capital city
>inhabitants look and act like orcs
>/k/onvergance may no longer be fantasy
>let's hope shit doesn't hit the fan too hard

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>arlright, we're gonna need some protection
>my parents live near vienna, don't want them to get "enriched"
>luckily, I keep my (homebrew) weapons at their place.
>electric pipe musket, crossbows, shitty spear, slingshots, etc
>tell them how to load them without shooting themselves in the foot/arm and where i keep my powder
>tell them about my stash of chemical weapons
>box of chlorine ampoules buried in the garden
>waste from a previous project, might as well keep some
>condensed with a stack of Peltier modules, sealed in glass tubes
>awkward silence
>will visit during weekend (if trains keep running)
>parents will pick me up otherwise
>as I hang up, realize, that I don't have any weapons at my apartment
>search apartment for anything useful
>bunch of (decent) knives
>glass bottles, foodstuff, a bit of potassium nitrate
>only thing flammable is half a liter of acetone
>not much else in terms of chemicals, no bleach
>small stash of leftover firecrackers (only legal (and therefore shit tier) stuff, no flash powder)
>desperate times call for desperate measures.jpg
>dig through my storage room, get out a cardboard box buried in the backmost corner
>making this stuff may not have been the single dumbest thing I have ever done after all.
>ignore the keep out sign, as well as every single hazard symbol there is
>I put shit like "radioactive" on there just to keep idiots out
>after 3 layers of cardboard, hazard symbols and packing peanuts I finally get to a large metal can
>open it, retrieve a glass jar veiled in bubble wrap
>at the bottom, below a lot of water, there sits a large lump of a waxy, yellow solid

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>the lid of the jar reads "recreational white phosphorus 500g DO NOT TOUCH"
>get out my beakers and some supplies
>time for a night shift
>carefully put the WP in a large beaker full of water
>place on stove, in water bath
>melt the phosphorus
>thisissuchabadidea.jpg
>using pipette, make small drops of WP
>hands literally shaking
>in a jar of cool water, quickly solidifies
>make a bunch of beads, 3-5mm across
>take apart most of the firecrackers
>salvage the black powder
>roll some paper tubes
>plug one end A LOT of plaster
>rig up shit tier pull-ring fuse using matches,
>make shells from single layers of wax coated tissue paper
>seal WP inside
>load tubes with powder, WP canister, plug with cardboard disc
>handheld pyrotechnic star mine with pull-ring ignition
>basically disposable one-time 30mm shot cannon. low velocity, high spread
>pray to the cube, to never have to use these (and to not have them blow up in my face)
>cleanup, put dangerous stuff back into storage
>get a beer, rig tripwire alarm to main door
>block bedroom door with a chair
>face picture of Paul Tibbets hanging above bed, 92 beaded dreamweaver below
"O holy savior, bringer of cleansing fire! In my dreams and reality,
 keep me safe from any creatures of jap mythology.
 Guard my mind against the heretical,
 corrupting influence of degeneracy"
>after this semi-ironic prayer, get some sleep.

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>[drums start playing]
>HERE'S THE STORY OF RHODESIA, A LAND BOTH FAIR AND GREAT
>fuck what time is it?
>turn off 8am alarm
>been trying to return to a normal sleeping schedule
>university starts next week
>make myself some tea and breakfast
>see dirty glassware in the kitchen
>recall last evening
>fuck that was real?
>get my phone, read the news
>chaos. a few cities in Europe and Burgerland rushed by greenskins or other creatures
>some dragons have made their way to England. carnage ensued.
>it hasn't even been t+18h since /k/onvergence
>Austria was mostly spared
>now about that orc village in Vienna
>didn't get much attention initially
>police was busy with briefings
>and containing the looting and rioting done by our fellow humans
>apparently people thought the merge was a good excuse for violence
>black block types and "new Austrians" made up most rioters in pics
>while cops were distracted, orcs explored their new home
>a few joggers were robbed, captured (potentially eaten), or got the Swedish snuggles
>a jeweler near the park was looted by smaller greenskins
>orc villages seem to also house some goblins
>police finally managed, to push them back
>way to humane
>riot shields, water guns, bean bags, cs gas
>orcs now contained in park
>border now guarded by police and military
>park is a no-go zone
>send parents a message to see if they are ok
>sip hot tea, humming rule Britannia and thinking about the future
>the war crime tubes are a good last-ditch option but not exactly safe
>time officially become hasguns

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>get on train to next major city
>merge has cut off some routes, regional trains still mostly operational
>Monday morning, train almost empty
>from the train, I see some goblins in the woods
>one may have run over
>arrive after a few minutes, city looks normal
>make my way towards the gun and hunting store
>Austria has relatively lax gun laws by European standards
>decide on getting the lever action I've been eyeballing
>inb4 shooting prone
>inb4 blunt bullets have shit aerodynamics
>.357 magnum, wood stock
>not quite a Garand but still a beauty
>not cheap but a worthwhile investment
>also buy 200 rounds of soft point ammo
>.357 from a rifle should be enough to drop some green niggers, right?
>doesn't need to be super practical. longest range enemies probably only have crossbows (crude, shit accuracy)
>fill out paperwork, have to wait 3 days to pick up the rifle
>return home, eating Schnitzelsemmel on the way
>suddenly remember something I read on /k/
>fuck off rapey birdwomen, you won't get me alive
>call my uncle
>he's kinda /k/ minded. mallninja tier tough.
>works in the cleaning industry
>can order from chemical suppliers, often gets me stuff for my projects
>"good to hear that you are still alive"
>"now given the new circumstances, I have a new project"
>"and I could use your help"
>"now i know you can't get concentrated nitric anymore but how about 98% sulfuric acid?"
>"a lot of it"
>"also would it raise suspicions if you got me 10kg of potassium nitrate?"
>"no no just curious. can make it myself anyways, just a lot of effort"
>"also could you have it ready by next weekend?"
>will spend the next two days watching history documentaries, and lurking on /k/
>lots of elf rape shitposting and "is x gun enough to kill y fantasynigger" threads
>suspiciously, no confirmed sightings of dwarfs or knife ears
>would have expected to see them, given the supernatural events and similarities to human fiction.

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>Tuesday morning
>mainstream news
>new development in Vienna
>Monday night, leftists decided, that orc containment is racist
>protests ensued
>(((NGOs))) wanted to send doctors and care packages to the orc settlement
>police didn't let anyone into the no-go park
>for obvious reasons
>various "antifaschistische" action groups and related organizations got busy in their Facebook groups
>soyboy cucks and dreadlock lice farmers showed up at one of the main entrances to the park
>seize your bigotry, evil fascist pigs
>you are literally exactly the same as the gestapo (even though it was the Totenkopf SS) guarding Mauthausen
>because keeping literal violent monsters away from the civilians is the same as administering hydrogen cyanide breath therapy
>these faggots don't even know basic history
>protests started out relatively peacefully
>love trumps hate, #notallorcs, coexist, #greenlivesmatter signs
>antifa does what antifa does best
>some commies start throwing shit at police
>polycarbonate phalanx.jpg
>eventually they had enough, fuck it let's teach them a lesson
>police opens up, letting NGOs and some of the protestors through
>anyone is free to go in
>unsurprisingly, the orcs had little interest in vaccines, pills or ending racism
>they did however have an interest in shinies, humie loot, and breeding slaves (possibly also boipussy)
>they ran away when the orcs attacked
>some were killed/captured, some made it to the gate
>some made it out. some didn't
>they had to close the gates because the orcs were not far behind
>the screams of those left behind could be heard throughout the night
>great job proving the racists wrong, antifa
>on a different note, sightings of otherworldly creatures and races have increased
>since the portals tend to be in the middle of nowhere, it took them a while to get anywhere near civilization


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>alright sitting at home is boring
>kinda curious what the WP tubes will do to orcs
>don't even give a shit anymore if one blows up in my hand
>let's go for a walk
>grab the wooden broomstick I once sharpened using office scissors (school can be boring too you know)
>ccing a bunch of knives and a couple war crime pipes
>first go innatown (i live close to the edge)
>get groceries (with spear slung over my back)
>not the only one
>other customers carrying hatchets/knives
>one mallninja has a fucking pistol crossbow
>restock basic foods, get some turkey steaks, eggs milk, bread
>grab a few packs of erythritol sugar substitute
>at least something these health-conscious millennials are good for
>technically sugary alcohol, practically 0 calories because you don't digest it
(measurement would be the same as normal sugar tough (a calorimeter for food is retarded))
>don't plan on baking a cake with it tough
>stop by city hall because why not
>see statement pinned by local police/gov
>basically says, they won't give a shit if people carry weapons unless they look like obvious nutjobs
>understandable, have a nice day
>drop off groceries, walk in the other direction
>walk along the edge of town
>75-100m of clearing between road and forest at the base of the hill
>owo what's this
>there's something at the tree line
>kinda looks like a (normal) face


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>it doesn't move
>decide to slowly approach
>yep. looks human, white skin
>at about 25m it realized, it's cover was blown and stepped forward, into the open
>certainly looks of human stature
>the green mantle with hood made him/her blend in surprisingly well
>"I come in peace" it said in broken English, very strange accent
>"and who or what exactly are you" I asked
>it lifted it's hood, revealing long brown hair and pointy ears
>fancy wooden bow across her back
>"my name is Taeriel Aelfhildur. Elves, I believe is what you monkey call us"
>"Oh I was wondering when the knife ears would show up. Care to explain why you came here?"
>"my tribe sent me to explore. I am studying the other world. human civilization in particular."
>"but there is only so much you can learn from the humans on our side and the artefacts leaking over."
>"leaking over?"
>"these patches of land being replaced- that was happening before. just extremely rare and in unpopulated areas"
>"so rare, you probably thought of it as absurd or fictitious"
>so that would explain corn circles and the Bermuda triangle
>"it seems like we both have a lot of questions. why not exchange some knowledge?
>"I tell you what we know about the konvergence. you explain the human world to me"
>>"you explain the human world to me"
>now I know to be careful. around elves, watch yourselves. trust not any xeno thot.
>for all I know they could be scouting for an attack or copying technology for a war
>or she (he?) could just lead me into an ambush
>but teaching a proud knife ear how the moneys conquered the world
>educating her about the ideas and ideals that allowed us to ascend from the dark ages
>possibly converting her into a follower of the /k/ube or at least it's ideals
>fuck it this was my dream

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>"alright, we have a deal"
>"so you aren't going to rape or rob me?" she asked,
>"what? no! why would you think that?"
>even as socially retarded autist I noticed slight disappointment in her face
>"the world I come from is a lot less... civilized" [elven blushing]
>"we're better than that. for the most part" I replied
>only now it clicks in my mind
>remember the rumors about keebler superiority complex and inferior race rape fantasies
>/k/ube help me if my worries come true
>"still don't trust you tough, knife ear"
>"nothing personal but the orcs and goblins left bad first impressions"
>and so we went on together, talking about the merge and the other world
>hiking up a small mountain
>not too worried about keebler VC ambush
>forests relatively thin, good visibility
>and literally right next to town
>back to the elf
>she told me an old prophecy about the worlds connecting once some ancient evil was banished
>once the portals stabilized (military doesn't know yet), she stepped through
>followed railroad tracks until she had a close encounter with a freight train
>decided to sit back and watch from the forest after that
>until I found her
>she told me a lot about the other side
>they have humans. medieval society tough
>they even speak english
>got teleported over in the middle ages
>later, some kids got shipwrecked on an island
>destiny carried them over to narnia (or whatever the fuck we're going to call it)
>elves adopted and raised them, eventually releasing them into human society
>high elves also maintain libraries, dictionaries and study otherworldly artefacts
>such as torn up plastic bottles
>that way they were able to maintain a somewhat up-to date vocabulary
>we make it to a bench near the peak, at the edge of the hill
>steep drop, great view of the town
>”alright, monkey, why don’t you tell me about your world now?”

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Just in case anyone is reading the actual story, I am sorry for retarded spelling in early posts. should be improved
>on the way down, I try to explain democracy and capitalism to her
>difficult for her to grasp, since wood elves live in hippie tribes
>no politics, just dancing through the forest and doing hippie shit
>occasionally screwing with lone wanderers
>contact between the races is relatively rare
>a keebler showing up at a human city is still a mythical creature to them
>humans still live under monarchy over there
>medieval towns, just more fortifications against the fantastical threats
>slaving away to maintain the luxurious lifestyle of the aristocracy
>whenever they’re not busy fighting off orc hordes
>or at war with another kingdom
>”is that all it took to get here?” the elf questioned
>”your world looks so peaceful. I haven’t even seen any human weapons. Just your improvised spear”
>fugg how should I respond?
>don’t want to scare her away with trench warfare, shellshock, chlorine, nukes and MAD
>”there’s a lot more that went into creating our modern world.”
>”the scientific method and our ability to harness fire most importantly”
>” and there’s a reason why we became relatively peaceful.”
>”but that’s a story for another day” I replied

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>we make it back to town
>ask her to cover up her ears
>don’t want to attract unnecessary attention
>given the first impressions the orcs left, we might get shot at
>show her around the outskirts of town
>”Taeriel, where are you going to stay?”
>”i’ll set up camp in the woods. We elves are used to this sort of thing”
>”the weather is going to get worse soon”
>”be my guest. I have food and an extra bed”
>she reluctantly accepts after I promise to show her a bunch of human technology
>It has gotten late, sun behind a mountain
>as we approach the door, the light turns on
>the elf immediately dives for cover
>”relax, it’s just a light”
>”what kind of sorcery is this?
>”didn’t I tell you, we didn’t even believe in magic”
>really fucking hungry
>cook the pre-seasoned turkey steaks with rice and frozen vegetables
>make some extra for my guest
>meanwhile the elf is playing with the water tap
>clean, hot, on-demand running water is fascinating to her
>even more so than by the flameless stove
>Serving time
>food is fine, didn’t fuck up too bad
>the knife ear stares at the plate for a moment
>took her a moment to figure out how a fork works
>promptly complains about how freezing the veggies being bad
>still ate it tough
>reluctantly tries the turkey and rice
>eyes widen
>rapidly devours both and starts eyeballing my plate
>the stories were true
>turns out they don’t have seasoned meat or rice
>but they want it
>” processed food isn’t too bad afterall, is it?”
>”more” she demanded
>greedily consumes any remaining rice straight from the pot
>after dinner she went outside to pray to the moon
>”why would you pray to the moon? It’s just a rock”
>”how can you filthy monkey say such heresy”
>bitch please
>”because we would expect it to be a barren rock”
>”because we can look at it with a telescope”
>”and because I touched it”
>the elf stares at me with disbelief

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>”how can you touch the moon? How is that even possible?” she asked
>”well in the sixties we flew up there. We brought back a few rocks”
>”some are in museums for everyone to see”
>”no I mean wouldn’t you fall off”
>hol up.jpg
>”wait a second. What shape do you believe our world to be?”
>”What do you mean?”
>our world as a whole. The earth. What shape is it?”
>”never thought about that. Looks flat to me”
>damn we have a lot of work ahead of us
>idea.png
>back inside I try to explain Newtonian gravity and the heliocentric world model to her
>while grinding some potassium nitrate
>”imagine you are on a very tall mountain. So high up, there isn’t any air”
>”and you fire and arrow horizontally from the peak, much faster than any bow could”
>”It drops and hits the ground. What’s so interesting about this?” the elf asked
>”remember, our world is round”
>”if you get one flying fast enough, with no air to slow it…”
>”…The world curves faster than it drops”
>”the arrow will fly a full circle around the world” I explained as I returned from the kitchen
>proceed to weigh out the powdered sugar and add it to the mortar
>”but how are you supposed to move up there? Even wings need air” she inquired
>”let me show you”
>rig up a shitty bottle rocket with the powder
>we head out to the meadow where we first met
>place it in an empty bottle, light the salvaged fuse
>”watch this”
>the thing blasts of and climbs to at least 500 meters, leaving a ticc trail of smoke
>much louder than on jewtube
>”no air required” I proudly commented
>”Couldn’t you tie an arrow to that? I’m sure that would be a powerful weapon” the knife ear asked
>”the Koreans used to do this 600 years ago. Not accurate but good for thinning out dense formations”
>”our payloads have gotten a lot more advanced since then”
>oh yeah right, I didn’t want to terrify her with industrialized human warfare

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>back at home, we end up watching a documentary on the Apollo program
>after she got over how the tv is literally just like magic
>human (American) heroism, spectacular footage
>pretty much what you would expect
>doesn’t touch too much on the cold war
>anyways, she ends up resting her head on my shoulder
>seriously has personal space not been invented yet
>either that or she plans lewd things
>fuck off Slaanesh, you are not welcome here
>”anon, you smell nowhere near as bad as the monkeys I am used to” the elf complimented
>”yeah soap and daily showers will do that for you”
>fucking savages
>after the film is over, I prepare her bed (couch)
>she’s still awestruck by that picture of our blue marble
>”Sleep well. if you need anything, just knock”
>barricade my door anyway
>around elves, watch yourselves
>somehow I have this feeling, that I won’t get much sleep tonight

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>wake up to the sound of several trucks pulling up
>It’s dawn. My room looks different
>looks like it’s made of paper
>there’s a calendar on the wall. page August
>peek out the window
>looks like a Japanese city
>there are at least 16 guys in uniforms climbing out of trucks
>looks like ww2 jap uniforms, some are fixing bayonets to their rifles
>bump into something
>why do I have tits?
>oh, right. I meant to troll the /d/egenerates
>fuck you subconsciousness, did you really think you could recycle my ideas into nightmares
>grab the 1911 from beneath my pillow
>rush to the cabinet, boot up the massive radio
>”agent 46 to base. Can you hear me?”
>”is she on her way?”
>”confirming target location. Their laboratory is at the hospital”
>”I repeat- aim for the hospital”
>”what do you mean optics?”
>”just say they were aiming for the bridge”
>”don’t be late and don’t worry about me”
>the japs breach my door
>drop a couple with muh stoppin powah
>surrender once I expended my 7+1
>the officer steps forward
>”normally we would just execute American spies” he said with an accent straight from 40’s looney toons
>”but you will get to feel the superweapon you were looking for”
>press x to doubt
>they escort me to the trucks, Arisaka bayonets pointed at me
>they take me to the hospital where I reported their secret laboratory
>they lead me to the top floor (bayonets still pointed at me)
>I am greeted by what looks like an anime villain version of a general
>he has a fucking nambu-katana abomination on his hip
>”there it is- the secret weapon you were looking for” he said in the same cartoonish accent



UPDATE 4/23/19

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>”this will allow us to defend our home islands against any invasion” he proclaimed, pointing at a glass cell in the corner of the room
>inside there is a big, blueish thing
>looks like Lovecraftian horror
>the top of the glass box is open, stairs and a plank leading to the edge
>I’ve seen enough heresy to know where this is going
>he orders me to climb the stairs
>standing behind me, katana-pistol drawn
>the soldiers stand across the room, rifles aimed at me
>probably want me alive tough
>on the plank I look at my watch
>idiots didn’t even cuff my hands
>it’s 8:14
>the general orders me to walk the plank, sword-part pointed at my back
>”do you know, why you will never win this war? I asked
>”because we fundamentally different ideas what constitutes a superweapon”
>in the same instant I jumped off the plank, land outside the box
>dash across the room
>some of the riflemen pop of a shot
>clearly trying not to hit me or the glass box
>I stand with my back against a wall, beneath a massive concrete arch
>”silly westerner, did you really think you could escape unit 731”
>”never was my plan”
>through the domed glass roof, I could make out a large 4-engine prop plane pulling away
>I silently count 44, 43, 42
>across the room, a bullet had fractured the glass
>the creature awakens, and it’s tentacles smash through the glass
>grabs an officer by the legs, making him drop his sword
>approaching me, while tearing the guy apart lengthwise without lewding
>the japs slowly retreat
>that thing is probably at least 1000kg
>grab the katana that conveniently landed in my direction
>Fend off the tentacles trying to grab me, back against the wall
>won't last long, but I don’t have to
>I am beneath a massive concrete arch, it is beneath a glass roof
>in an instant, everything turns white
>I hear sizzling, start to smell burning flesh
>even the reflection feels like I’m in an oven
>about two seconds later the touch of divinity kicks me awake


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>I wake up in the mud, surrounded by burnt remains of a forest
>still not my bed
>artillery thundering in the distance
>distant chattering of MG fire, occasionally interrupted by German and French shouting
>as I look to the sky, the layer of ash, fog and dust is breached
>an angelic figure descends from the heavens
>camouflage helmet and facepaint, grey/brown feathered wings and a hexagonal brass halo above his head
>zergface.jpg
>He introduces himself as an angel of the /k/ube
>”anon! you may not like it but your destiny awaits”
>”I do not have much time. Your future is of great importance to the /k/ube”
>”why me?”
>”the /k/ube needs more than just competent warriors”
>”also most kommandos would be distracted by their …more human faults”
>”now go and face your enemies”
>a mortar shell lands next to me and I wake up (again)
>Hear noises from the apartment door
>unbarricade my door, grab knife and warcrime tubes from bedside table
>Taeriel is already standing in the hallway, a dagger in hand
>”someone is trying to break in, anon”
>”sounds and smells like goblins”
>look through the peephole
>”four of them. shives and knives. they’re picking the lock”
>”do something, Anon”
>”at this range they’re going to overwhelm us”
>”I don’t want to be raped- not by them”
>”don’t let them take us alive”
>pull out one of the WP pipes and point it at the door
>please don’t explode in my hand
>”stand behind me and try to avoid the smoke”
>*click*

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>the door is pushed open
>they lined up neatly behind the door
>”willkommen in Österreich, Untermenschen”
>I pull the pin
>1/4 a second later, the incendiary payload bursts free from it’s tube
>bits of yellow fire spread in a wide cone, leaving streaks of dense, white smoke
>phosphorus sticks to gobs
>because they stacked up neatly behind the door, everyone gets his share, little is wasted
>[goblin screaming]
>they (s)tumble down the stairs, running away with several globs of fire sticking to each one of them
>I get a jar of water to put out the fires in the stairwell
>the building is made of bricks and concrete, nothing to catch on fire
>neighbor’s doormat got scorched tough
>start scraping up extinguished phosphorus
>struggling to keep my eyes open from the irritating smoke
>got to clean up this hazard
>might also be able to reuse it
>happymrechant.jpg
>less than a minute after their retreat, the screams subside
>they made it to the river running near the building
>my guest is still standing there, seemingly in shock
>oh yeah right neither her nor them probably ever saw black powder before
>”what in the name of the moon spirit was that, anon?” the elf inquired
>”that was some advanced pyromancy. I didn’t know monkeys on this side could do that”
>”I wish I could. that was just some white phosphorus”
on a side note NileRed and Explosins&Fire in particular have great videos on white phosphorus if any one is interested

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>she seems to have noticed my eyes
>”what happened to your eyes, anon? are you ok?”
>”don’t worry about me. the stuff just makes acid smoke”
>”quite irritating, but I’ll be fine”
>she reaches for my head and I instinctively take a step back
>”let me help you”
>she reaches out again
>I reluctantly let her
>she lays her hand on my face, her eyes give off a dim, green glow
>my eyes start watering (even more), my throat hurts
>I am NOT crying ffs
>fucking forest kike trickery
>she draws several tears from my eyes
>they just float weightlessly for a few seconds before simultaneously falling and splashing on the floor
>the tears have stopped, and my eyes don’t feel like they are melting anymore
>”thanks, I guess”
>”we should prepare. they might come back” she suggested
>”I doubt it. the stuff is pyrophoric – self igniting once dry”
>”and if that doesn’t get them, it’s still more poisonous than cyanide”
>”that sounds horrible”
>”one of the reasons why it’s use as weapon is frowned upon”
>”so tell me about these goblins”
>the way she describes them, she almost sounds like a /pol/ack describing jews and niggers but with a pinch of Fritzl
>also they smell better when on fire
>Sargon- moral community.wav
>after about 10 minutes we hear goblin screams coming from the forest
>”like I said, white phosphorus is pyrophoric”
>we end up talking about the dangers of the other world for a while
>flashbacks from the nsfw boards
>bombs away mister Lemay
>I eventually manage to convince her that they’re not coming back, and go to sleep again
>hard to sleep after that
>only now it occurs to me
>those few tears would not have been enough to flush out the acid
>the acid must have been concentrated in those tears
>this may have great implications for our understanding of thermodynamics
>also more nightmares
>the typical “home defense but every single weapon I touch malfunctions comedically” dream