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Anyone get to go to mixed schools? I graduated not too long before the Merge, but my little sister is still in and her school has all kinds running around.
>orcs get zero shit for their "culture"
>elves and dwarves get all kinds of shit for their cultures 
>everyone is at an uneasy truce though 
>orcs join nigs in slinging dope and cigs
>total monopoly on the market
>except elves
>elves don't smoke cigs, but instead prefer pipes because they generate less waste or some shit- god knows where they get decent pipe tobacco around here unless their parents are ordering it for them
>anyway, an elf's pipe is a pretty precious thing
>hand-carved briar, each one a unique work of art they make themselves, exclusively with hand tools
>elvish pipemakers are rolling in dough from stoners and faggots like me who actually use them for tobacco 
>mfw too poor to afford elvish pipes
>anyway I'm leaning out the window (we live nearby), elf kids are hanging around under their favorite tree near the road, enjoying the meditative act of pipe smoking
>some orcnigger walks up
>elf kids fail their WIS check because they're too busy with pipes
>orgnigger snatches the alpha elf's pipe and chucks it into the road
>perfect timing- a massive transport truck is going by and the pipe hits the front end
>shattered into six gorillion pieces
>mfw that's the food supply truck for my wagecuck restaurant job
>elfrage.exe
>half a dozen elves gang up on this orc kid and everyone starts swinging
>orcnig takes out four elves before he goes down knocked out
>everyone's noses bloody, some teeth knocked out, teachers get there like ten minutes too late
>sister tells me everyone got suspended, pipes confiscated, racewar impending

All this was Friday. I'll try and keep you fuckers posted, but understandably, I don't follow my sister to school because this isn't Oreimo, so this is all filtered through her lens.

[Anon replying to Terror]:
look at the bright side, at least the ones around your parts have adapted enough to somewhat coexist with you guys, race relations are pretty much Balkans-tier over here

Oh shit. Just got news. It's habbening.
>massive fucking riot RIGHT NOW
>orcs and niggers vs everyone else
>little sister currently texting me from behind cover
>says she'll keep me posted, but I'm at work right now so shit is slow
[Terror replying to anon]: Yeah, too bad elf pussy has proven a wild goose chase thus far.

Updates from sisanon.
>it started when some orcs ganged up for vengeance
>ganged up on the smallest, faggiest elf boy in the school
>they beat him like a drum for a few seconds until shit well and truly hit the fan
>thunderclap
>suddenly, whole cafeteria is deaf, orcs have been electrocuted and THROWN 15 feet
>he fucking whipped out the magic
>orcs go full chimpout
>elves go full fae
>weak fireballs and lightning arcing through the air
>normal students ducking for cover
>teachers powerless to do anything other than cower inside wards and call the cops
>it's on the radio- full riot squad with tear gas and everything being dispatched 
This is gonna get and stay ugly.

Sisanon got home and briefed me further.
>some orc vaulted the fucking table when the response team arrived
>take it with a grain of salt because it's my sister and she talks our her ass a lot, but apparently she KO'd him with a fire extinguisher
>teargas grenades in through windows
>everyone piles out of the cafeteria hacking and coughing
>dozens of arrests
>mostly orcnigs
Also, confirmed she did SOMETHING that pissed off the greenskins- some of them are gathering out in front of the house. Fuck.

Holy fuark that was a ride.
>grab BO bag and put it somewhere I can grab it
>orcnig throws a fucking molotov because tribalism
>it fails because he didn't put in enough fuel
>lol orcs
>still breaks a window 
>grab muh rifle
>see another molotov 
>shoot it as soon as orc ignites it
>this one was done right but the fuel splashes everwhere as it catches 
>no orcs on fire unfortunately but still scares them
>riot cops storm over
>all of my wat for a solid ten seconds before I remember the school that rioted is in view from my window
>orcs get another molotov off
>this one works
>fire crews come fast enough to prevent anything permanent but there's still enough damage that we have to stay vacated
>pray nobody finds my porn stash while parents, sisanon and I go through contacts who can give shelter

Time for moar.
>little sister gets a hit from a friend's family
>they heard what happened and applaud our balls in standing up to orcs
>they're fucking elves
>fugg.png
>at least I'll have someone to smoke with
>drag BOB and family to the elves, who greet us like we brought the beer to a high school party
>little sister hugs her elf friend
>I shake hands with the older brother 
>surprisingly good handshake for an elf
>the mother leads my parents and the brats to a communal sleeping area
>elves are weird
>elfbro knows I'm a pipesmoking faggot so he invites me to have a bowl in the room they've set aside and shoot shit
>he admires my pipe
>"Not bad for human hands."
>just take the backhanded compliment
>sit there and smoke, shoot the shit
>turns out the dad isn't here because he's buried under a tree, death via orc
>so pile that on top of racial shit and the natural hateboner EVERYONE should have for orcs
>elfbro and I end up talking about cultural shit
>appreciation for nature and delicious venison
>he also appreciates weeb shit
>unfortunately not really the same categories
>but everyone loves Dragon Ball

Right lads it's about time for sleep.
>both sisanon and her elf friend are at least excited to be together tonight
>both want to be near me and my rifle
>parents STILL resent my buying it
>elfbro eyes me with suspicion but lets it go
>I grumble about trying to cover my shift- I could catch super-ebola from a crazy wizard and they'd still want me to either come in to work or get someone else
>mfw it's my responsibility to cover that shift because my fucking apartment got lit on fire
>lying down between sisanon and elf friend tonight
>tooyoungforme.wmv
>maybe I'll get in elfmom's good graces
Wish me luck lads.

More updates.
>woke up this morning with sisanon and elf friend both piled on my back
>roll over and dump them on my mother
>kek at the indignant protests
>elfmom gets breakfast ready, bless her knife-eared soul
>eggs and fucking wild boar bacon
>need me more elf ladies in my life
>try calling off work because my house got molotov'd yesterday
>"lolno, faggot, cover ur shift"
>god damn it
>get a bro-tier dwarf coworker to do it
>he's sympathetic because the same thing happened to him before
>spend the day getting my emergency funds together to buy some shit that wasn't in my BOB and stock more ammo
>get a call while I'm at Wal-Mart 
>an orc fucking raped sisanon because racewar
>cops haven't found him yet
>enough is enough 
>go back to elf home, grab rifle
>find out his name, go to his house
>bayonet his mother in the brain and wait
>magdump him in the chest when he tries to come home
>go to ground back at elfhome and type this up
I'm fucked lads. What do?

[Anon1 replying to Terror]:
inb4 keeblers rat anon out

[Anon2 replying to Terror]:
The religion of peace may not have many merits (and quite a few demerits), but you should take a page out of their book, find the largest grouping of orcs, and aloha snackbar their asses.

Make sure you have plenty of explosives, one hooked to a dead man's switch or something.

[Terror replying to Anon1 & Anon2]:
Nah man, knife-ears hate orcs too.
>mfw elfbro is offering to come with me on the crusade suggested by [Anon2]. But I'm not going snackbar. I'm gonna go gook. I'll live longer and be scarier.

[the next day]
I'm back lads.
>elfbro and I grab kit
>he brings a fucking BOW
>we decide to ride it out innawoods for now
>he caught dinner, I raised the tent, got the fire going and cleared the area of threats
>I decide to scruff myself up and make a passable hobo
>currently typing this up on a public access computer running TOR from a thumb drive
>tok in my coat
>planning our next move
Well lads I guess we're terrorists now. I'm just glad gun laws changed before my personal excrement made high-velocity contact with the mechanical air circulation device so I get things like standard cap mags. Elfbro and I are gonna burn this mother down. Wish us luck.

It went down and I lived, bitches.
>took bus early this morning
>planted some stolen mining explosives under my seat near the back
>got off halfway down the route
>hiked up further, to a point shortly before the university, where there will be the most orcs, concealed myself and readied the remote detonator, removing rifle from pack while elfbro gets his bow strung across the way
>bus full of orcs comes up the road/highway
>boom
>begin firing as the survivors crawl out
>consistently landing center-mass shots every .75 seconds or so
>mfw elfbro got more kills than me with a goddamn bow because his weapon was enchanted
>fucking elves
>mop up with headshots from me and severed brain stems from him
>loot the wreckage, but only get half done before I hear the Mounties come SCREAMING at the speed of fuck
>flee into the woods with very little useful gear to somewhere safe
>put on hobo disguise and get to a public internet access point with my TOR thumb drive to post this
>currently worrying about future
>did not think this through

Terroranon here, shit just got interesting. I'm not the only orc-b-gone crusader now.
>mfw on my way back innawoods I saw some rando squad fucking drive up in a minivan, pop the hatch and hose down the ceremony the orcs were holding with three fucking subguns
>I shrug and join them
>they tell me to pile in the back and I do so
>one of these fucks has a computer
>home-built laptop that looks like it jumped out of the 90s for how overbuilt it is
>could probably bash in an orc skull and greentext it after
>he somehow got it hooked into the mobile phone networks
>so heavily encrypted it makes the Pentagon look like an even bigger joke than it already is
>running TOR VPN and enough proxies to make the Cold War shit itself
>currently using it to greentext now that we're back
>driver is crazy
>Initial D-ing a fucking van around corners
>la resistance is forming 
REVOLUTION

Terroranon back again. I seriously don't know how techbro did it, but we have this one secure internet connection we're going to route non-essential communcations and entertainment through. Anything important is going into handwritten messages, which will be written in metaphors wrapped in enigmas inside of mysteries. 
>have a camp of half a dozen men plus me and elfbro
>consensus has been that we don't have a real commander, but we do have a common goal
>cleanse the material plane of orcniggers
LET IT BEGIN
>mfw we actually got away somewhere safeish

Return of Terroranon.
>on secure internet connection
>reading news
>seems every major city has had some kind of major "orcphobic" terror attack since my escapades
>mfw this shit is catching on
>kind of sad that innocent folks keep getting caught in the crossfire though 
>somehow, a few more people have filtered into my camp
>dwarfbro from work quit his job to come do this shit
>he brought his wife and son- the latter of whom just passed his first century and still hasn't quite grown his beard in full yet, but he's a good "kid"
>a small group of fairies has taken to guarding our ammo stocks and occasionally licking the normal-sized folk
>a singular halfling, who keeps talking about how great a story this shit will be
>most sporting melee weapons, but dwarfbro and his wife each have 10ga scattergats
>ammo will eventually be a problem
>considering scavenging, armed robbery, or an incognito contact who can buy it for us the legal way

Terroranon reporting back in with the story of our giant comrade.
>lazing in the sun with elfbro, smoking a pipe and discussing the merits of GATE
>they are few, but we conclude it was enjoyable anyway
>mostly for Rory
>elfbro tells me he's felt uneasy all damn day and has no idea why, before taking a long drag on his pipe and slowly releasing the smoke, a pleasant VaPer blend overpowering my aromatic buttered rum
>running short of tobacco becomes a brief concern, but it's dismissed, to be dealt with as ammo has been
>hearing rumors of a gobbo nest nearby and consider clearing it for loot and because gobbos are even worse than orcs
>besides, it may be a nice place to stay when the rains come
>we decide to take dwarfbro with us
>andmyaxe.jpg
>halfling bro declined to come along, sadly

>hours later, we get to the cave
>definitely smells like gobbo
>"What do your elf eyes see, elfbro?"
>"They see that Tolkien is an overrated faggot. Also, goblins. A dozen waiting inside."
>toss in a flashbang, turn on gun lights and massacre the gobbos on the ground screaming in agony
>no loot here
>venture further in, keep a very close eye on dwarfbro because his tunnel senses will be our best way out
>come across some sort of goblin sex toy
>check the side walls for extra passages because we're not retarded 
>aha.png
>dwarfbro uses some mining explosives to shut the tunnels 
>we press on

>one Sunday stroll through two dozen goblinos later, we get to a large chamber that seems empty but for a crude throne and a very, very large tunnel at the back
>oh, and the fucking STORM GIANT tied up next to it
>she's been hogtied, gagged, stripped naked and whipped and stabbed half to death
>stab wounds are shallow, clearly more torture than a serious attempt at killing her
>pretty sure that's gobbo jizz in her nose
>fukken nasty
>will have to kill gobbos extra hard for this
>she keeps looking up at the cieling in fear
>it takes a good ten seconds for my adrenaline-addled brain to make the connection 
>too late

>a god damn mother fucking hobgoblin drops from between stalactites
>magdump.exe
>it shrugs off the 10rds of Chicom 7.62mm
>swats me in the chest with its club
>feel ribs break
>hit the wall at mach 2
>that's a lotta damage
>dwarfbro brings his axe down and severs the hogob's arm
>elfbro rushes over and casts cure wounds
>feel ribs crack back into place
>curse in every language I know how to
>only fluent in English but my profanity vocabulary is pretty perkeleen big
>hobgob swats dwarfbro up into the ceiling 
>dwarfbro is tougher than me
>buries his axe in hobgob's head
>it finally drops dead
>elfbro starts freeing the giant lady
>awful small for her race, at what I'm guessing is 14ft tall
>give her a couple shelter halves to cover up with
>apparently the gobbos caught her sleeping
>she uses hobgobbo's coat to blow her nose
>yep that's gobbo jizz
>elfbro uses up a cure wounds on her and is thanked with the softest voice one imagines a storm giant might have
>she leads us out through the back tunnel, out under the night sky, and stretches, probably relieved to have freedom back

>her stretching gives me a nice view but file that for later and ask if she wants to kill greenskins
>she signs on without hesitation, and we bring her back
>turns out her name is, no shit, Nimba (from Nimbus, as Julia is from Julius)
>real creative parents there
>claims to be 180 years old, so roughly equal to a 20-something or late teens human
>neat, she's nearly 10x my age
>mfw living nearly 2 centuries is on the edge of my ability to comprehend timescales but dwarfbro and elfbro both consider her a child
>I now have 3 companions whose life expectancies and even current ages positively dwarf my own meager century-at-most
>I must be damn near a toddler in their eyes
>they very well may watch my own grandchildren grow old and die, as they will with me, assuming we all don't get killed being terrorists
>I can only pray I'll be awesome enough to be remembered in their old age
>Nimba looks down at me, this tiny human whose head stands halfway up her thigh
>we are all manlets to her
>she smiles and tells me I was brave to stand my ground against a hobgoblin, even if I did get swatted aside like a fly
>she brings me out of my contemplation of my own mortality 
>my first non-slasher smile in days or maybe a week surprises elfbro and dwarfbro
>I feel a little better now

>arrive at camp victorious and lacking any loot except a goddamn storm giant
>the dude who built this computer, being a fucking autist, points out she's small for a giant
>mildly upset, she pointedly informs him she was kicked out at a very young age for some stupid prank she can't even remember and had to fend for herself
>malnourished to the point of stunted growth in the early years
>completely illiterate 
>never attained her true ability with magic
>autismo feels bad and apologizes
>she huffs that it's fine because he was a curious child and couldn't be expected to know better

>anyway, Nimba settles in and dwarfbro gets to making her some clothes from several freshly tanned deer hides- leatherworking is also an important part of traditional smithing, given its extensive use in forming joints, underlayers, hilt wrappings and fastenings
>briefly imagine her in leather pants
>breifly get a boner
>force it down by thinking about Amy Schumer
>consider how we're going to arm a 14-foot woman
>consider stealing and modifying autocannons but dismiss it as impractical
>light pipe, scratch chin and talk about it with elfbro 
>he suggests getting dwarfbro to forge something
>point out the crucial flaw in that plan
>we have no raw metals to shape
>several bowls of tobacco later we still have no idea
Suggestions, anons?

Yawn. I return.
>wake up with the sun
>I am not in my tent
>I am laying on Nimba's chest
>like, all of me because she's literally over twice my size
>one of her hands covers my whole head
>the other is over a substantial portion of my back
>the top dwarfbro made her is also soft and warm
>mostly warm- it's the boob my head is on that's soft
>don't argue with my positon- just pray I don't get that weird morning wood that won't go away but only comes after I wake up

>I'm there for an hour before she wakes
>she picks me up by the back of my field jacket, smirking
>"You could have woken me up, Anon."
>"Would have been rude. I was comfy anyway."
>she sets me down on the ground near her head and sits up
>"When can we remove greenskin, Anon?"
>soon

>I'll end up fulfilling that promise later in the day, in a suburb just outside the city
>we caught word earlier of some sort of impending drug deal
>a big one
>personally think people should be able to buy and use all the drugs they want and it's none of the government's or anyone else's business, same as owning and using guns
>but that's not the issue- the issue is that it's greenskins selling a bulk shipment of powerful magic opiates to a local gang
>get two birds stoned at once
>bring elfbro- and Nimba after she asks to come
>good thing she's small enough to hide behind a hill
>I've gotten onto a nearby roof
>gathered valuable intel- the drugs in question are extremely volatile, and exposure to heat makes them go boom
>had dwarfbro enchant me a single round in the top of my magazine
>murmur a small prayer to the gods of my Slavic and Celtic ancestors- maybe they're listening, now that they've become real
>watch orcs start handing off the shipment
>wait until two crates are out in the open before firing
>direct hit
>first crate detonates in a fireball that catches the second, which makes another that ignites three more crates still in vehicle
>chain reaction explosion propels the truck ten feet in the air
>Nimba pops up from behind her hill and chucks a lightning bolt that lifts a nigger off his feet
>they turn some small arms fire on her but she practically ignores it and charges them down
>she gets a good running start and punts a nigger
>nig goes flying and splatters, unrecognizable, all over someone's house
>feel zero remorse for letting some suburbanite cocksucker get stuck with the cleaning bill
>she stomps on the next one and picks another up in both hands
>she squeezes and I can hear his ribcage being fucked
>drops him and sprints off, grabbing me and elfbro under her arms, long legs carrying us down our escape route at the speed of fuck

>horse gestapo are faster than fuck, unfortunately 
>now back to actually riding horses because it's easier to use two-handed guns that way and new threats demand that capability
>bullets filling the air
>sweating, cursing, screaming and a little crying
>scream at Nimba to put me on her shoulder
>panicking giantess ignores me
>scream again
>she does it this time
>it's an extremely narrow, uncomfortable seat
>bouncing throws my aim all over the place
>especially since I've got only one hand on my rifle and the other is gripping her hair
>fire.exe
>miss
>miss
>take out a horse
>this trips three other horses
>broken horse legs and cracked Mountie skulls
>six to go
>out of nowhere, Nimba stops and fucking drops almost to the ground
>horses don't stop in time
>she fucking leg sweeps the lead horse 
>instant kill for both mount and rider
>I take advantage of the relative stability I have swinging from her hair to actually get an aimed shot in
>rips open a horsecop's guts
>she fucking swats the seventh guy off his horse with an open palm and he splatters all over a tree
>realizing she's disproportionately strong for such a "small" giant
>chalk it up to different physiology and possibly magic
>one of the remaining three shits himself, turns his horse around and runs
>it's what I'd have done in his situation, honestly
>remaining two suddenly have knives protruding from their throats
>elfbro crosses his arms and makes some lame joke about finally getting to contribute to this operation 
>loot Mounties for gats, ammo and other equipment 
>drag dead horses off for meat
>make it back to camp
>every one of us needs multiple cure wounds
>type this up
>realize we desperately need a priest