Fairy Anon's Stories + News Reports

>be college student in american southern university located in bum-fuck no where.
>own and live in RV trailer, and own a Truck, simple tools, and a 9mm pistol.
>have other fire arms but they are not currently with me

Day of the fairy rings (day one):
> me me on computer doing school work
> shit starts falling off the shelves
> blinding flash of light
> hear clicks and *pffs* (power is out)
> go outside to evaluate
> see that there is now a sharp contrast of foliage
> look over to neighbor
> notice him in a pool of his own blood
> go over to investigate
> cleaved clear in half
> panic and retreat to RV
> put on survival outfit
> go into lock-down and try to call parents
> communication is out
> start organizing and putting away stuff
> stock up on water, water pressure is down
> calm down
> go out side to see other people panicking
> hear horns and tonal alarms in the distance
> go to see if any of my neighbors are alright and try to help them
> lock my RV
> open carry 9mm

>greeted by an armed father, Jeremiah
>he says,"no, but I appreciate your concern."
>still a little shocked at the sudden events
>I get a trash bag and cover the anon "who was only halfway there." and pray for his soul.
>land lord comes over and asks us all to remain calm. we form a local militia to do security in the neighborhood, I volunteer because I am alone.
>my military kicks in and ask that singles pair up.
>police arrive and tell us there is a meeting at town hall and to remain calm
>someone asks him what he knows, tells us things are weird, power is out, and parts of the county have been displaced like the world got stretch marks.
>I realize half of anons body is now across the strange new land.
>place it upon myself to recover his body.
>ask the land lord to go retrieve his body
>land lord declines
>go anyways, tries to stop me "anon I just don't think it is a good idea to start gallivanting through the brush, who even knows if the plants are toxic."
> the land is arid and rock, a sharp contrast to the swamp land and forest native to the town.

>spend most of the day traveling only to realize, this desert might be a little bit bigger that I anticipated.
> I double back to pick-up some better travel gear
>*wham* I fall flat on my face
>my leg is stuck and I feel like it is snared
>I try to turn over, the pain and what ever has me snared won't let me
>get a look
>its a simple trap
>pull out a knife and cut myself free,
>check my leg. I have some cuts but they are just Avulsion and minor puncture. appears someone was hunting here.
>I pick up pace at a slow jog and make it back without any incident, the sun is setting.
>I clean my wounds, grab my bike, backpack, and some travel gear
>my land lord yells at me for being a dumb ass.
>I take off in the middle of his rant
>still no word from city hall.

>I make it back to where the snare was set up
>I decide it might be a good idea to set an ambush
>pull out my shovel and make a fox hole
>cover my gear and hide myself a good 100ft from the trap
>tired and fall asleep
>I wake up and find nothing
>the trap appears to not have been moved from when I left it
>there is movement in a bush
>strange looking spotted dog pops out
>shit it's a hyena
>I wish I had a rifle
>freeze up and hope he leaves
>i'm cross wind, he doesn't notice me but follows my trail to the RV park
>they should be fine, no different than a stray dog... with a nasty bite and aren't hyenas pack animals?
>I hear foot steps behind me
>TFW its a Gnoll, I let out a burst of fire, thing is down, I look for the hyena.
> it hasn't noticed me. I maneuver for it and let out a burst, its down.
> hightail it back to the RV camp
> my land lord has a disappointed look in his face
> I tell him about the Gnoll
> he asks what if they are friendly I could have just started an inter-racial issue.
> remember Dnd, I don't want to risk it.
>start to fortify my RV.
>land lord is pissed I am making a dirt fort of his park.
>tell him to fuck off, I'll pay him later.

>An officer returns with word from city hall.
>someone rigged up a radio comm tower, some sat dishes, and a few other things, were running on generator power for most of the country
>the president has issued a state of emergency
>the governor of every state has mobilized the national guard
>the sheriffs are acting under martial law, the city police force has ben split as deputies of the various counties
> the sheriffs has order that all veterans, retired and otherwise, of any police force or military report to his office for emergency induction as deputies.
>there is a curfew
>the draft has not been enacted as of yet
>reports of any strange creatures and phenomenon are to be reported immediately
>stay in your homes, do not leave them unless approached by an authority to do so
>rations will be issued on a need basis until commerce can resume
> the officer breaths as he finishes his report
>the land lord pipes up about my gnoll encounter and the fragged desert behind us.
>the officer approaches me
>just another day in the trenches.frontline
>I just point to the tashbag covered body of my former neighbor
>”I was looking for the other half, the other side is a ways away.”
>the officer pulls out a note book and writes it down
> he pauses to see fortification around my RV.seige
>he promptly takes off to continue his rounds

>I take a moment to think, school has probably postponed, probably going to be drafted, if I’m going to do Gods work it is going to have to be today.
>while my land lord and neighbors are all conversing about what they are going to do next, I make my run.
>take the gear I had laid out, make a few days rations and bolt back into the desert.
>I make it back to where the gnoll was and do once over.
>he is carrying a knife
>one Hella crazy black powder Jaeger, Doppelstutzen, or rather an over-under rifle-musket with a nasty bayonet ax. German-wet-dream

>still looking I find some powder, charges, ball, and some trail jerky
>I wasn’t going to try and imagine what that jerky was from.
> start searching the area for tracks and signs
>tracks lead north
>I mount my trusty umm..  steed and start making my way there
>I figure I have about three days of travel I can make before I hit a point of no return.
> thought about returning for my very nice 4x4 diesel Chevy Silverado, but I wanted some degree of stealth and I figured the terrain wouldn’t be passible
>I take a moment to pray to “Saint John Browning and the holy Chiappa” before traveling further
>my first day is arduous, progress is slow because I have to path-find in an uncharted desert
>the gnoll markings make it only mildly easier
>I come across spots of greenery, it seems to match the flora native to the state
>it is kind of funny seeing southern pine trees and bamboo in the middle of a desert
>the gnoll markings in them are recent, guess they are as confused as us.
>It takes me two days before I come across a band of gnolls
>I drop and hope they didn’t see me
>I pull out a shit broken scope my grandfather gave me, to spy on them.

>I count 1,2,…3 gnolls 1,…2 hyenas
>the hyena lifts its head, it found something interesting
>I figured I was that interesting thing, I check my bandage.medic
>I figure they were going to find me, so I ready the jaeger and line up a good shot
>I can feel the calm, I wait for the right time, I can feel time slow almost to give me ample chance
>/k/rack. I fire the first
>it make a hit square on a hyena, not my target but still a hit.
>they are closing 120 yards
>/k/rack
>musket fires wide, 115 yrds
>reload, 100 yds, they have my location
>1,2 rifle hits but the gnoll is still up, musket goes wide again
>85 yds
>1,2 two hits, neither are fatal
>70 yds
>1,2 gnoll goes down
>have they never heard of cover?
>55yds, 2 shots wiz and ping
>I return fire
>figure I have another round before I use the 9mm
>1,2 I don’t even look
>30 yds
>a spray comes at me
> I open up with a mag dump
> reload and sustain fire
>The gnolls are down
>the hyena jumps the rock
>get off me.point blank shot
>go for the knife and jam it in its throat
>threat nuetralised.
>I reload the jeager and do a scan

>it’s a little unsettling, I think the gnolls got to him, not much left of him
>I scavenge his fridge and RV
>find some food, drink, milk, eggs, nothing /k/ool
>I take some time to bury his body with the jeagers, don’t want those back in the wrong hands
>It is getting late by this time, so I ready my camp and set up a perimeter, not my specialty but better than nothing.
>as the sun sets I am reflecting on if I should return with his body or leave it here
>then I see lights dancing in the distance
>must be their camp
>I travel a good few hours into the night before I get close enough to see it
>I think I killed the outer patrol
>the gnoll village appears to have been spliced directly into the missing parts of the county.
>fuck.
>I see bodies flayed and empty now in a pile
>I can hear the screams of some of their latest captures
>I whip out my phone and video it so I can take it back as proof
>I watch as the shaman flays a poor child apart, still alive and begins a sacrificial ritual
>the shaman moves over to the body of a dead knoll and seems to cast a spell.
>I watch intently, not a spell a prayer
>I wait for the body rises, now an undead gnoll
>shit, just when I thought I had put an end to them.
>I will have to burn the bodies
>I think I have enough
>make a hasty retreat and sleep at the RV tonight
>I don’t get much sleep, never know when a gnoll patrol is going to come back
>I wake up, burn the bodies, and book it as fast as I can
>I can’t help but listen to the event over and over and over again until my battery dies.

>I charge my phone with the spare battery
>I can almost hear the incantation of the gnoll, over and over again
>It is so strange but so familiar
>I snap out of my trance
>I travel a whole another in this stupor, I’m still not quite certain I came the right way
>the gnoll marks put me at ease, if only that I am going the right direction
>the rock and sand pains my legs as I push forward on the bike.
>I’m tired and fuck up
>I trip and stumble over by bike, totally wreak the wheels.
>I have to leave it, the frame is intact, I can fix it later.
>make my way at a hard march back towards the snare
>I hear something
>I see something
>I say something
>*pfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpf,Ma duce. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGlubA_9RbY
>I am now a repentant sinner.duck

>I scream out, “hold your fucking fire!”
>I hear a voice say, “ma’am, I don’t think it’s a gnoll.”
>the voices bicker before I hear a voice over a loud speaker, “drop your weapon and stand up slowly.”
>I discharge the jaeger, and slowly toss it into a nearby bush.
>again, “stand up with your hands in the air.”
>I raise up slowly
> “move forward slowly”
>I continue to comply with the commands given to me
> a national guardsman comes out to pat me down.
> “I’m a US citizen, I just went to look for a friend, well half of a friend.”
> the specialist looks back and says, “he has a pistol, knife and a few other things, nothing else.”
> the specialist gives me my pistol back
>a lieutenant steps out of a Humvee, “you can put your hands down, what are you doing out here?”
>me on the verge of tears, “I just, ma’am, my friend he was umm. Split in half by the uhh.. ground, I mean he is half over there *points to the RV camp* and half over there *points where I came from*
> she tries to comfort me, “its OK just tell us what happened.”
>I explain the events that I had seen and pull out my phone.
>ma’am I think you will want to see this.
>show her the video.
>show her the map I made
>tell her about the trail markers and how the terrain was
>I’m no military Scout so she seemed a little skeptical of my information.
>“I lost my bike on the way back, so if you don’t mind, I would like to go hold up in my RV”
>there are some chuckles from the troopers, a joke that probably went over my head
> “you are to stay in your RV, I’m taking your phone.”
>I protest but she insists, “I think I can find you, ‘fort necessity.’”
>I blush, and exchange information
> the troopers leave me to make my way back.
>I have a plan.faith

>I get back to my RV
>the national guard has set up a small base here, they have commandeered my RV as HQ
>what are locks for.theif
>walk up, same treatment
>the ma’am radioed me in
>a PFC greets me, pats me down
>a captain steps out of my RV. “Anon?”
> “yes, uhh sir.”
> the captain recognizes my paramilitary response.
> “well we thought you were dead, I hope you don’t mind.”
> I look back at him, “I think we are kind of at war so, uhh.”
> “I will get you a hotel room, why don’t you pack some of your things.”
> the Captain has a PFC help me gather my things and put them in my truck.
> look back at the PFC, “I have some ammo and stuff, it isn’t mil. Spec but if you need it.”
> he nods and takes puts some of my ammo aside.support our troops
>I am escorted to a local hotel, it is packed with people who are traveling, displaced, and not quite able to get home.
>I am put in a hotel room, a “deputy” officer is stationed as a guard.
>I take a moment to just stare at the wall.PTSD
>I remember my plan.
>I search the room, I find it a Gideon bible.
>I start whipping through the pages, revelations, genesis, revelations, I’m searching, searching.
>I still don’t have what I need, but it is a start.
>I write something on a piece of paper.
>I need some more information
>I pop out to the “deputy.”
>hey, I uh, wanted to look something up, but I need to go the library.griddown
> “no, you are to stay here.”
> I see, what I am looking for. “rabbi, can I talk to you for a moment?”
>the rabbi is taken back, “uhh, certainly what do you need son?”
>I explain what happened to me.
> “I just need to know some words, Hebrew words.”
>he is confused but does his best to help me.
>I am excited, I give him $20.goy
>he thanks me.
>I have what I need.faith

>ready my paper, I memorize the words
>the paper lights into a white flame
>holyfuckingshitcock.blastphamy
>no need, I remember them now
>a PFC stops by to return my phone later that day
>a warrant officer comes in to interrogate me
>I feel a little uncomfortable, but I do everything I can
>I am told not to leave town
>I am told that I have to adhere to crew few
>I am told that all charges will be dropped if I comply.
>that’s all I need.releif
>I take what time I have left to try to find a cemetery, a park, museum the next day
>they are surprisingly full as people are trying to find something to do to relax.nomonstershere
>I find what I am looking for.
>I seclude myself in the cemetery and case the spell I had been concocting.Necromancy
>nothing happens, I feel stupid.
>I go back to the hotel and wait.
>then I hear it, screams and shouts.
>ITSALIVE.NECROMANCY
>I make my way back to the cemetery
>I then announce “CEASE” my voice carries like it is over a microphone.
>5000 civil war era, Vietnam era, Iraqi war era veteran Zombies
>I am over joyed.phophecy
>they shamble forward and try to say something.
>I don’t know what they said but what I understood was, “This marine is back from hell for those bastards who got away.”
>I explain to the zombies what is going on and that they should be patient with the town’s folk, they are a little spooked
>moments later the captain rounds the corner flying hot with his full unit
>I hold my hands up and scream, “don’t shoot their friendly.”
>the captain jumps off his Humvee and comes running up to me.
>”and just what in all that is holy are you!?”
>I explain that after watching the shaman I had an epiphany
>Nephilim, the prophecy of revelations, I explain that I figured out how to cast a spell to raise the dead, to fight for us, to start a /k/rusade against whatever evil forces have done the world wrong.christisazombie
> it is at this point that I realize I might have put to much into the spell and pass out.


/k/osmonaught

>be the lone fucker on the ISS when shit gets stable.
>always carry my trusty TP-82 because I am /k/osmonaught.
>see flashes of light when I am doing important experiment
>important experiment explodes, it is a success
>I am unable to contact the ground
>check all channels, dirt is not responding
>I hear banging on outer haul
>not this time alien.I_have_seen_this_movie
>turns out it was astronaut friend
>I think he decided to go home, I saw him leaving for the earth.
>maybe he will tell them what is going on up here

Sometime later

>finally, message comes through
> “/k/osmonaught, the space program has been discontinued, political situation too unstable to retrieve you, good luck”
>finally, I was about to run out of American’s rations I only have 365.25 days worth now.
>I go outside ISS to have a look around
>not much of interest
>I decide it might be better to head for the moon, so at least I have a place to put my feet.
>it was further away but I didn’t risk becoming a fire ball or chunky salsa.
>I start jerry rigging parts to make a craft capable of space travel
>it will be slow, but I might be able to reach the moon with some time to spare.
>what I create looks like the weirdest sailing ship you have ever seen.
>I set it off with a fair amount of my own special mixture of combustibles, all that vodka came in handy

Sometime later

>it took me several weeks to get here, but I made it.
>the ship, she is now in a loving embrace with the moon.
>I keep my gun beside me.
>based on transmissions, there is a lot of weird stuff happening back on earth.
Headline: British militias making fortifications from possibly fae invasion, Ireland still silent. Queen could not be reach for remarks.

in other-news: strange man wearing medieval armor calming to be king Arthur found gallivanting through countryside with a small army. authorities have not apprehended the suspect as of yet.

over pirated radio:

Ace pilot goes for joy ride over Ireland.

America has established contact with NATO nations, situation is still dire, Atlantic trade is cut off due to monsters of the deep, royal navy has been forced to dock until threat can be understood.

report:
occult books have been banned after school girl accidentally summons demon.

report:
America government reports missing military equipment as local militias raid military bases in confusion.

NEWS REPORT:

Mercenaries in Cascadia report success after latest raid. (Cascadia Anon https://pastebin.com/U74s6616)

wood elves are causing trouble for local humans in west Texan town

mercenaries disappear and have not been heard from in some time, local man says he may just be fucking a tank.

British report fae have taken Ireland

strange milkman bringing joy to countless isolated towns (Kalcium in Neumagh Anon https://pastebin.com/4y11Eyuu)
News Report:

Cascadian mercenary group declares independence from US, president not available for comment, congress has made no actions (Cascadia Anon https://pastebin.com/U74s6616)

mercenary couple announces baby, raises concern about inter species relations (Elfette Anon https://pastebin.com/0NabNm1y)

mercenary tank group still missing. no reports yet (Tank Anon https://pastebin.com/VXkmxz7F)

internet group /k/ on 4chan organizes freelance mercenary group, billionaire entrepreneur buys island and gifts it to out-fit

sighting of mysterious ace have slowed in aftermath of Balkan outbreak

orc terror on rise (Referencing Terror Anon)

News Report
Texan deputy in pursuit of justice, accused of murder, Governor defends sheriff

Militias turn mercenary as fae and demi-human incursion drives denizens from homes

Mercenary couple tries to make life for themselves, is open violence the new norm? (Elfette Anon https://pastebin.com/0NabNm1y)

Report from missing tank battalion, isolation is tough on the mind (Tank Anon https://pastebin.com/VXkmxz7F)

Dragon hunters report violent infestation across Midwest (Dragon Slayer Anon https://pastebin.com/NhzMQDt8)

NASA and international space organization report massive funding loss due to much needed military investments, private entrepreneurs pick up slack

Canadian rebels entrenched as infestation drives them into defensive positions, US government reports contradictory support for rebels, bounties are still being issued

Violence and mass genocide across unsecured areas, authorities warn of dangers of travel