Retired Missouri Wants to Fight on Land

I should probably put this at the beginning: this book is, for the most part, a Girls' Frontline fanfic. A Girls' Frontline fanfic. Also, the group number is 573939505. If you'd like to join, head on over. Here's the official synopsis:

"You know, this ship of mine was just about ready to retire. How did it suddenly go BOOM and end up here? Well, since I'm here, I'm here, but..."

"Commander, where's my fuel?"

"Well, Missouri, you know how it is here. Even when they issue fuel, it's for tanks and armored vehicles. And we only get this tiny amount..."

"What about my ammo?"

"Nobody on the ground uses 406 mm guns these days..."

"Then what about steel? Where's my steel?"

"We don't even have steel for warships here..."

"I won't even ask about aluminum..."

"Well, there is a little in the warehouse."

"Get lost!!!"

I might as well have stayed home and been a shut-in!