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[Cryxis, Prince of Doom]

Gather my men up then drive out the french!

[1]
a bullet rips through your neck
you are unable to speak
another through your chest and many of your men are shot as well

Jump down and run for the gas masks. Put one on and watch in awe.

[5]
you get a nice mask and sit in a snipers nest watching the yellow fog roll down the hill

Once the gas disperses attack!

[3]
your lungs begin to burn a little and your eyes are watering
you get up as the fog begins to clear
you are now charging down the hill with hundreds of others

"OHHHHHHHH-HO-HO-HO!  WUNDERBAR!"

Maintain and direct the artillery barrage of Mustard Gas.

[6]
you load all 5 of the artillery cannons with yellow shells
¨LOOSE!¨
five shells land on the hill covering it in gas
it begins to roll down towards the trenches

Ok, new plan. The gut wound is severe, most likely fatal. I may as well bring as many of these bastards down with me before I bleed out.

Gather up the fallen soldiers grenades. Lob them as fast as I can into the approaching enemy forces.

[4]
you are able to throw a few grenades and kill several enemy soldiers
a bullet flys through your arm as you pull a pin on a grenade
it falls in your lap and goes off
your body shields the blast for your fellow soldiers

Name: Ivan Sverdlov
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Side: Russia

Be the first one to reach German lines!

[1]
you get up among the other soldiers taking cover from the gas
a yellow artillery shell zips through your leg and takes it off
it then explodes into a cloud of yellow gas and throws you several feet
you are in sever pain

StabStabStabStabStabStab

[4]
you stab several enemies
you seem to be pretty well trained in the art of stabbing

[Prophet]

Keep shooting at them french bastards! If I'm going to die I'm going to go down fighting!

[Prudent Viper]

Name: Lord Henry Canterbury
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Side: France

A dashing figure, wearing a trenchcoat and a fedora, appears on the battlefield.
"If you want a job done right, do it yourself. If these Frenchmen cannot be trusted to deal with the Huns, then the forces of Great Britain shall have to step in.
I shall advance towards the German trenches, with my pistol held steady."

[NAV]

Mix it up a bit. Try bludgeoning.

[Sarrak]

Crawl away before tending to my missing bits!

[Kingbodz]

Shoot some germans!

[Dorsidwarf]

Shoot the most enthusiastic Russians as they advance into and through the brand new cloud of gas to encourage tardiness.

[GraveHaunter92]

Switch to Explosive Shells and pound the Russians on that hill!

[Kingbodz]

((I really forgot how bad a average russian cannon fodder had it in WW1))

[Prophet]

Bump.

[Cryxis, Prince of Doom]

Keep shooting at them french bastards! If I'm going to die I'm going to go down fighting!

[4- bleeding from neck and severe chest wound]
You raise your gun just long enough to fire one bullet that kisses it's target
You begin to feel light headed then fall over
You have died

Name: Lord Henry Canterbury
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Side: France

A dashing figure, wearing a trenchcoat and a fedora, appears on the battlefield.
"If you want a job done right, do it yourself. If these Frenchmen cannot be trusted to deal with the Huns, then the forces of Great Britain shall have to step in.
I shall advance towards the German trenches, with my pistol held steady."

[GREAT BRITAIN HAS ENTERED THE WAR.]
You charge the enemy trenches with hundreds of fellow Brits

Mix it up a bit. Try bludgeoning.

[2]
You find a spiked trench club
In the hands of an enemy soldier who uses it to beat you to a pulp with
You are laying on the ground with; severe head trauma, minor brain damage, broken left arm, broken right hand, several shattered ribs, broken right shin, and massive internal bleeding

Crawl away before tending to my missing bits!

[5]
You find yourself a nice bomb crater to hide in
Your wound seems to be cauterized though your leg is in copious amounts of PAIN!

Shoot some germans!

[6]
SCREAM! AIM!! FFFFIIIIIIIRRRRRREEEEE!!!!!!!!!
You charge down the hill at untold speeds
Fall into the trench landing on two Germans, killing them with your knives.
Pull out your pistol and begin firing on several others who run in fear
You walk over to the nearest MG
Pick it up and carry it around firing into the trench screaming,"FOR THE MOTHER LAND!!"

Shoot the most enthusiastic Russians as they advance into and through the brand new cloud of gas to encourage tardiness.

[2]
You reach for your rifle but are knocked over by an OP Russian
He lands on you full force, his knife sinks into your side
He runs over and begins shooting, and wielding an MG

Switch to Explosive Shells and pound the Russians on that hill!

[1]
You have been firing the guns too quickly
The crew places an explosives shell into the barrel and as they seal it the sheep goes off destroying one artillery cannon and several soldiers
You are thrown onto the barrel of and other cannon
The force of impact shatters your spine and metal bits have sunk into your body/skin

[Prophet]

RESPAWN!!!
Name: Sigmund Stettin
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Side: Germany

((For the Fatherland! Glory to the Kaiser!!!))

[GraveHaunter92]

Scream in pain!  Bark out orders to continue the barrage!  For the Kaiser!  For the Fatherland!

[NAV]

Pull the pin of my best grenade.

[Sarrak]

Shoot germans while I still can!