thanks for not porting overwatch to mac fuckers

'Look, kid, this may be not what you had in mind, but you're here now, and in the five minutes you've been here you've shown yourself to be better than all of those faggots over there.' >You rack your brain for some words of encouragement >'Oh.' and Underage looks down at the floor, getting more depressed If you wanted guns, you had to bring your own.' 'And they will, though these ponies only have medieval stuff. 'And obviously you don't have any weapons on you.' I was packing, but I wasn't sure what to bring.' >And surprise, surprise, he's the only Anon in the building who's somewhat normal 'Well, for now you'll be Underage, or just kid. 'I might be repeating what those degenerates said, but you got a nickname?' 'Sorry for the devastation of your expectations, kid.' >You shake your head and move to the opposite side of the bunk >Throwing his shit on the ground and kicking it under the bunk violently >Looking back to the underage Anon, you notice a change of demeanor >Thank God they had plenty of washers and dryers here >You look to your stuff, and college dorm life has prepared you, with a week's worth of clothes and toiletries fitting into a single hamper >A few pony stuff, but pretty typical for an early highschool kid >He shakes his head, then resumes unpacking his clothes 'I bet this wasn't what you were expectin'.' >You turn back to the kid, and he looks to you with an unsure expression >They quiet down like the shut-ins they are and head for their bunks, most of them grabbing a snack from the trolly in the center 'Shut up you fuckin' hicks and get some sleep! You're gonna need it!' >They notice the newfag, and it's the same song and dance >You watch the smile disappear when the rest of the squad start coming out of the shower room, relatively clean >The Anon walks over and unloads his stuff, a naive smile on his face and an exited spring to his step >You nod again, then point to the unoccupied bunk under yours, the one closest to the single door that opens up into barracks city >This one's obviously underage, but he's athletic, and he shows it by carrying a whole bunch of personal belongings >The door behind you creaks open, and you turn to see another nofuns Anon walking in >Unless the Princesses intervene with their magics, you're fucked >But you haven't read the Art of War, or had any formal training >You only had a big interest in military, both modern and ancient >The problem is: you're not Winters or that Lieutenant from Generation Kill >You can already feel tired-leadership syndrome seeping in >But you did what you were told, and now you're the leader of this pathetic excuse for an infantry squad >You wanted to be right there with the stallion drill instructor, yelling at the slobs laying on the ground >You feel like you should pity them, but holy shit you've never seen so much complaining and self-entitlement in person >Clumsy, mumbling incomprehensibly, and stinking of every bodily fluid imaginable >It was all conditioning today, so they're pretty much walking corpses >You look down the rectangular room as the other nofuns Anons try to recover from today's drills, crowding the connecting shower room you're forcing them to visit >Since you wrestled in middle school, played lacrosse in high school, and ran from the off seasons to now, you are one such Anon >As the first day went by, those that can run a mile with little effort are put into leader positions >There are some athletic Anons, but they are few and far in between >Unlike you, a majority of them are on either extremes of being unfit, ranging from small and round to tall and skinny >Like you, most of them are middle-class English speakers, with a few deviants sprinkled in >Instead, you're stuck in one of the cramped infantry barracks, along with around fifty or so other Anons >Hell, his Henry repeater would've put you up there with the /k/ommandos and operators >And you're a fucking idiot for not stealing one of your brother's guns >You wish that thread was just like any other, with light-hearted RPing and greentext

Thanks for not porting overwatch to mac fuckers