Anonymous Sat 17 Aug 2024 11:31:28 No.68343099 Report

Quoted By: >>68343964

>>68343079
Wendy plays sniper in bf3 (or any other shooter) and Wesley is her spotter (and halucination). She gets banned for cheating.

Anonymous Sat 17 Aug 2024 12:53:17 No.68343964 Report

Quoted By: >>68343974

>>68343099
>Late summer night, Wendy’s bored out of her mind, her medication not helping either.
>She rolls over her bed and looks at her PC.
>”I could play some Battlefield..”, she grumbles as she untagles herself from her sheets and scoots over to her desk.
>Rubbing her eyes she boots up her PC.
>Mousing over the BF3 icon, she clicks.
>She quickly finds a community server. Leans back on her chair, and stretches her scaly foot on her desk, kicking off a bunch of empty pill bottles and bunched whopper wrappers.
>”C’mon how much time does this need to load.”, she complains as she lets her eyes set to the light of her PC monitor.
>Server finally loads, she checks her setup and spawns in.
>Usually she runs spray and pray setups or abuses the USAS but this time she wants to run things more slowly.
>She quickly runs for the hills on the map, she knows a spot snipers usually pick her of off and goes over there.
>Narrowly avoids a bombardment from a faggot on a jet.
>Almost gets picked off by a tank and avoids a machine gun volley by a chopper.
>”This team SUCKS!”, she hisses as she reaches the spot.
>She goes prone and hugs the ground. She has an excellent vantage point but this is going to be a learning experience for her.
>She scopes in on the point the enemy team is capping, she can't see anybody.
>”Dammit, where are these glowfaggots!”
>She leans in hard on the monitor trying to spot anybody but zero.
>”Top right… you’ll see his head on a window…”, a silent husky voice speaks up.
>Wendy follows the instructions she just heard, and would you know it, she spots the head.
>She aims up and takes the shot.
>Headshot.
>Wendy quickly fixes the mic on her headset.
>”Hey who just did that callout for me? Thanks!”.
>”Nobody called out anything GlowKiller9K?”
>”Wah… what do you mean I swear I heard somebody?”
>Another squad member speaks up.
>”You hearing voices GlowKiller? Nobody said anything schizo.”
>Wendy scowls at the insensitive remark.
>"NOW LISTE-"
cont.

Anonymous Sat 17 Aug 2024 12:54:25 No.68343974 Report

Quoted By: >>68343989

>>68343964
>Wendy twitches in her seat, she feels a hand lean on her shoulder.
>She glances and sees a green scaled hand on her shoulder.
>Quickly shifting her head to her other shoulder, she sees him.
>A smug purple and green face, he vaguely resembles her but is obviously a man and has green eyes with dark black messy hair.
>”Hello there sis…”, he gives her a toothy smile as he looks at her from the side.
>”Wuuh.. W-who… are you..?”, Wendy's speechless. Who is this man next to her?
>”Don’t worry yourself with that sis.. You’ve got a game to play…”, he points with a sharp claw at her screen.
>”I.. Uh.. O-okay..”, she looks back at the screen, the man leaning in to her side.
>”Now.. bottom left, behind a barrel, you won’t miss him”, he commands as he smiles at the screen.
>Wendy obliges and does as she’s told.
>Remarkably there is a player there, she takes aim and kills him.
>”Large tower, near entrance, to the left.”
>She listens again and once more, an enemy player.
>She smiles and looks over to her sickly green counterpart. He smiles back and winks.
>From there Wendy dominates the game, the two capping spots she has in view, not one enemy player has been able to comfortably sit in them and cap.
>She’s going 50 - 0. She’s ecstatic, she trembles in her seat as she blows everyones head off.
>The chat is moving lightning fast, the enemy team complaining and throwing accusations, her team backing her up and shitting on the enemy team.
>”Look up, jet.. take cover and move over to the double A near you.”, the purple green compy speaks up as he points to the closing in enemy jet plane.
>She does as she’s told and ace’s the jet player.
>The chat goes haywire, it’s full on civil war.
cont.

Anonymous Sat 17 Aug 2024 12:55:45 No.68343989 Report

Quoted By: >>68344346

>>68343974
>Now there is a cavalcade of vehicles hunting her down, but with her mysterious friend she’s able to anticipate all of them and beat them too.
>Wendy’s giddy, she's laughing maniacally the whole time. She hasn't had this much fun with Battlefield ever since she first began playing it.
>As she’s slipping and sliding through a field, an armoured vehicle trying to squash her.
>She’s hit with a message on her screen and the community server list.
>She falls silent, staring at the screen.
>”You have been banned. Reason: blatant cheating and aimbotting.”
>A confused look forms on her face.
>”What the hell?!”, she grimaces.
>She mouses over to another server and tries to get into a new game.
>”Join in Failed. Reason: Banned”, Wendy tenses, she quickly tries another server.
>Failed. Banned
>Failed. Banned
>Failed. Banned
>Failed. Banned
>”WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS FED BULLSHIT!?”, she stands up, her chair being thrown behind her.
>”Ouhh… looks like you’ve been blacklisted sis! My advice must have been great!”, the male compy holds back a snicker.
>”BLACKLIST? WH-WHAT DID YOU DO?”, Wendy looks at her peculiar counterpart with rage.
>”Me? Nothing sis! I just gave you advice and youuuu… listened!”, he smiles smugly at her.
>”YOU FAGGOT! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM FUCKING GLOWSKIGGER?”, she’s in a full angry haze, she jumps at the figure who’s standing in the dark corner of the room.
>The smiling compy gives Wendy one last look as he backs away to the shadowy corner.
>Wendy lands on the corner and claws and grabs whatever is there with her tail.
>But what she finds is nothing.
>Her tail is holding her old green jacket as she looks at the messy clothes and puppet pile in the corner of the room.
>She falls back, holding back tears as she grits her teeth.
>”What… WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAAAAAAAAAAAT!”, she yells out her house ringing with her shrill voice at 3am.

Fin.

I'll likely do two more, having fun, so I hope you anons are having fun too.