Teaser: Ping Pong Diplomacy
"you wouldn't think the commies would have first class, huh? huh?" biff, two seats away, leaned across to slap his shoulder. "hey, tuxedo cat! i'm talkin' to you!"
Anthromart: Chapter One "Entrance Requirements"
Is that the commie one or the taiwanese one?” the plumed one asks. “taiwanese to be sure, given that i’ve been flown into taipei to tell the marketing to stop including impossible structures in his fucking promo renders.” i clarify.
Prologue: Suck, Trick or Treat 2, Historical Halloween
The two of you were both scouting villages for 'scrats recruiting for the commies." "three of us. dammit, three!" michaels kicked the table and the doctor stood up abruptly. "two, michaels! that's the deployment right there."
Typical all-American girl
"_bark_, you commie bitch." "maggie..." she did her best. it wasn't a proper feral sound; more of a hopeful 'ruff!' eddie finally grunted. "fine. maybe i'm convinced." "good girl," jack told her. god, but that was a relief!
Wayward Scale, Chapter 3, Descended From Beastmasters
" damn commies are here." " commies? what do you mean?" " is it north korea?" " yep, and china." " great. well, anything about people leaving the planet?" " not yet." " oh well. to lewis?" " yep."
Wages: Chapter Nine
The commies want ev'rone to act as one. they want 'em all to follow their rules, an' if ya don't, they'll force ya." he launched into a rant about the many flaws of marxist idealism. louis paid absolutely no mind to what the man had to say, though.
Rough n Rugged: Chapter 1
"the pleasure is mine, you dirty commie...", i reply, snidely. the general smiled at my claim. "do you really think you will succeed this time? you americans are persistent, to fault." "i already have..."
Followers of the Jackal (NSFW Patreon story)
“those beatnik commies have been bothering us for too long…" my eyes remained on the winding road ahead of us.
Wreck-him Bowser!
He replied, reining in his anger just because that commie bastard's ass was completely drunk after gauging five beers. or six, he hadn't counted them. "i see no underwear, you hide cock?"
Chapter Three
"that's for all the americans you killed you commie fuck. it's rather unfortunate that i couldn't torture you more before killing you, but i simply have a reputation to protect. adieu my good sir!"
Marxima Chapter 1: Careful What You Wish For
"rotten commy", he whispers to himself. the cross hairs settle on the forehead of the enemy. the sniper pulls the trigger. the enemy mysteriously drops to the floor. "boom headshot!", yells a voice out of nowhere.
The Western Cube 7
Cletus has been all over the place, looking for 'commies' at the direction of the sheriff. that program's already running down, though. he was crazed when i arrived, and he's only gotten worse.