A shot rings out. 

"Get on the ground, now!".

A school shooter. Some greasy fuckwit with a stolen pistol, playing god, since he cannot 

hold down a job at Popeyes. 

Seems he also failed reading when he chose this school..


Most of the girls lust look at the guy. The collective feeling is one of "lol, what?".

Eventually the all decide to play along. Pretending to cower under their desks.

"GET ME A PHONE" the "man" declares. "I will shut this institution ov violence down!!".


After a few minutes, a less than pleased man built like a fire hydrant brings the 

assailant a cell phone. The students all look at him, expecting "something" but he just 

glares at them. 

"Hello!? Yes I want to protest this school of violence! I am taking this school and this 

class hostage until I am assured that no further evil comes forth!" .

More nonsense spews. Most of the class has by now commenced napping, or is huddled in 

groups swapping meals. 

"ANd if I do not have a response in fifteen minutes I will kill one of them!".

At this, most of them stop. 

Lets go back... This is a school for Geists. None of these "girls" are human, yet all of 

them are, in that "we made them". Most of them are small arms, who by having been loved 

and cared for, achieved sentience. Their owners, now turned parents, sent them here,

A few though, are something else.

One girl, a stocky, freckled brunette, upon hearing the fuckbag's plans, stands. "Sit 

down you vile thing!" as he points the stolen Glock at her. 

In a calm voice she says " Sir, you need to stop. Nothing good will come of this, and we 

(spreading her arms) will still be here. 
We cannot hurt people without human influence, and we were made by you. Plea.." 

and here is where he shot her.

She stopped, looked at the lead smear on her chest, and smiled. "Last motherfucker that 

shot me was a PAK 40. Took a gouge out of my transmission housing. I crushed him, and 

machinegunned his crew.. " She closed. He frantically shot her another nine times before 

her right fist connected with his jaw.

He tried to bring the piece about for a head-shot, but she caught it in her left hand, 

and smiling, crushed it. 

"Hi. While most of my classmates are small arms. I however, am a M4A3E2 Sherman".

A few minutes later, a slightly pudgy late- middle aged man approached the police line. 

He held an ID identifying him as a technician at the Aberdeen Proving Grounds, and held 

a very unique set of papers...

The man points at one girl, and the police let him pass. 

"Oh dear god you're fine."

"Papa, 9mm ? Really?"

"You know I worry. Took me 30 years to make you right, then suddenly I have "a 

daughter". Sure, a rifle or a pistol is semi-common, but I have a waffegeist that is a 

tank. And in this case, god bless for it being so. "

"Anyone hurt, other than the fuckbag?"

"Nope" she answered.

"well, this is a good time to dig into Hunnicutts stuff to see if a Jumbo could mount 

the 105mm, Cause you earned it, m'dear. A shot of canister would have solved this 

easily.".