"WHAT IN THE SAM HILL WAS THAT!?" Having only heard the sound, and not being at a viewport at the time, Bob is understandably a bit confused.
Check if the Bob's radio is working, and try to relay info back to hq.
Name: Robert McKinley
Description: McKinley was about ten years old when WWI ended, and his brother returned with innumerable stories of gore and glory. Robert desired to fight for his country in the same way. There was, however, no immediate war in which he could partake. He considered himself to be one of the few to hate the Roaring Twenties. They were a time when the people wallowed in extravagance and purposely forgot the horrors, but also the sacrifices and heroism of the great war. And then came the depression. He found himself liking the depression, though of course, he didn't admit that. Mainly because it seemed like fitting retribution for the excess of the previous years. it might have also had to do with the fact that he managed to retain his job and keep up a standard of living. In any case, 1939 was a year almost of rejoicing, and after he had settled his affairs, he signed up for the battle which he had lusted for.
He's a tall, blondish man who fancies himself to have a certain rakish look. His eyes are deep set under a heavy brow, but full of disturbing light. Call him Bob.
Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: +2 (Iron Heart Medal.)
Glory: 25
Stats:
Strength: +1
Dexterity: +1
Will: +1
Senses: +2
Skills:
Hand to Hand: +1
Exotic Melee: +1
Machinegun +3
Pistol: +1
Car: +2
Camouflage:+1
Language: +2 (Fluent in french, small amount of Italian)
Inventory:
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Rations (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
MP-34 (2 risk, +1 for every seven shots)
1x 34 round ammo box
Browning Auto Rifle (20 shot, risk 3, +1 risk for every 3 shots fired in a burst)
4 BAR magazines
1 BAR mag with incendiary rounds.
M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
Supressor (makes pistol risk 8 if unnoticed)
2 pistol magazines (One full, other 8/9)
1 first aid kit
1 trench knife
1 radio (Unbroken)
3 german medals
1 strange medallion.
1 Iron Hear Medal
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass
Survived Injuries+Missions+Accomplishments:
Hit in the forehead with machinegun fire on D-Day, helmet broke his nose, but saved his life.
Clipped by machinegun fire from main bunker on D-Day.
Caught in part of the fuel explosion in Poland: Large burns on exposed skin, but survived.
Survived the attack on the USS St. Elijah.
Proudly displayed his nude form in the Park Crescent Hotel Lobby, and acted as an excellent getaway driver.
Shot out some random Nazi vehicle's tire.
Shot 3 or so Nazis in an ambush with Denver, and stole a truck, and in doing so, saved three french civilians from death.
Road the crazy tank ride of death.
Gave Franek a medal when he needed it most (granting +2 life)
The radio is working...sort of. It turns on but all you get is static.
"Well shit. They just had to release the demon!"
Run towards Tala and aid with the first aid.
Name: Gwen Howell
Description: Gwen is tallish woman with long black hair, she was a civilian pilot before the normandy landings, and she enlisted shortly after.
Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: +1
Stats:
Dexterity +2
Speed +1
Senses +2
Skills:
Plane +3
Rifle +2
Explosive +2
First Aid +1
Operator +1
Melee +1
Inventory:
Rifleman Equipment:
Helmet and flack vest (+1 life)
M1 Garand [8/8] (Risk 3)
5 M1 round clips
Bayonet (risk 3)
2 Frag Grenades (Risk 7)
Universal Equipment:
1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass
[1]
"Fuuuuuck. That hort. Shite. Tala, you good?"
Stumble up to Tala and Carolina. Are they alive? If so, apply first aid to Tala. Alice has Carolina covered.
Name: Denver Gaunt
Description: Denver Gaunt is an average man of average build from New York. His family ran a small bakery, but Denver was disenchanted with the working class life and took up boxing. After joining up into the army, he discovered a newfound love of war and was quite overeager, eventually being transferred into the 888th for insubordination after several men were killed due to his rashness.
Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: +1
Stats:
Speed +1
Dexterity +1
Will +1
Senses +2
Skills:
Melee +3
First Aid +2
Camouflage +2
Traps +1
SMG +1
Operator +1
Inventory:
Helmet
First Aid Kit (extra)
SCR 300 Radio Transceiver and Handset
Thompson SMG (25/25, Risk 2+1 for every five rounds in
burst )
Spare Magazine [5/25]
German SMG, 15 bullets
Binoculars
Flares (Red, Green, Black, Blue, and Yellow smoke)
Flare Gun
Trench Knife (Risk 3)
Universal Kit
GLORY: 160
Achievements:
Scouted a bunch
Lent radio out
Shot up Nazis with Bob, captured a truck and freed the prisoners
Dodged the Nazi lightning
[1]
"Well shit. They just had to release the demon!"
Run towards Tala.
((I do believe someone has some kind of vertical traversal item 
))
"Fuuuuuck. That hort. Shite. Tala, you good?"
Stumble up to Tala and Carolina. Are they alive? If so, apply first aid to Tala. Alice has Carolina covered.
((You don't have medical training for using my medibags? ;_;
Heeeeey I'm free glory guys :B))
So unconsciousness--I DEEPLY DISLIKE not being able to act, but perhaps much like RL, we get those instances where people get struck by insight since their mental processes are all not spending energy to sensory stuff and moreso to internal matters.
Let's hope I get some of that good ol' insight or healing or sudden-activity-to-help-others.
Glory: 190
Weapons:
(E) Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5]; [5/10 ammunition total] {With a white cloth tied to it}
Silenced Pistol [8/8]; [8/8 ammunition total]
Equipped Weapon Skill: +3 [+0 if used in Melee/+0 in HtH]
Name: Tala Agata
Description: Tala was enlisted alongside her kin, for their renown in sharpshooting and rugged terrain survival. Being the one who had taught Joan how to shoot, she was only a year her senior before they had been separated in different brigades. She was recently transferred to the 888th after the Normandy landings.
Physical: -
Mental: -1
Life: - {+Helmet}
Stats:
Speed: +1
Dexterity: +1
Will: +1
Knowledge: +1
Senses: +1
Skills:
+3 Sniper rifle
+2 First Aid
+2 Medical Training
+1 Camouflage
+1 Pistol
+1 Languages
Inventory:
Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 (5 shot, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)
2 springfield magazines
Binoculars
*Medic Bag
*Helmet {+1 Life}
*Silenced Pistol [8/8]
*Smoke Grenades (2)
*Military Beret
*Customized Gasmask
*CS Gas Grenades (2) [Edward has one of them]
Probably a lot of tinfoil
2 Medic Bags {3 total}
Mundane Journalism Uniform
A few pens, which can be used as lockpicks
1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass
[4]
"Dammit!"
Perform some first-aid on Carolina.
Name: Alice Gwerhierhwaer
Description: Short blue dyed hair, shiny orange eyes. Tallish, and not thin. Hairy.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: -1
Stats:
Speed 1
Dexterity 2
Will 1
Knowledge 1
Senses 1
Skills:
Plane 3
Operator 2
Mechanic 2
Melee 1
Pistol 1
First Aid 1
GLORY: 230
Inventory:
Fancy Hat
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
Mechanic’s tools
Flare Gun (1 shot, risk 2)
Knife (Risk 2)
Silenced pistol (2 risk normally, but 8 if unnoticed. Does not draw attention by sound. 8/8 shot)
Gas mask
2 pistol magazines
Joan's Radio
Binoculars
Police baton
Coffee maker
Some dude's diary
[1]
“Man, it would have been really nice to have still been in the tank a couple of seconds ago. ”
Asses myself I guess. I’m assuming the helmet and flak vest worked normally.
To Alice
“I had a feeling you’d have your hands all over me sooner or later, but somehow this isn’t how I imagined it. ”
Name: Carolina Oliveira
Description:
An average sized woman with an athletic build.
She comes from Brazil, where she was secretly trained as a spy. Despite her training, she took up more combat skills than she did stealth and espionage. She was deployed with the Brazilian Navy in the Atlantic for some time before being sent on reconnaissance in Italy, from there she somehow ended up here.
She wears a grey knitted wool cap. It has ear flaps that dangle down several inches, in the style of many South American knitted hats. It is formed to look like it has cat ears, and it has two larger buttons fastened to look like the eyes. When she has her combat helmet on, the cap is worn underneath as a helmet liner.
GLORY: 250
(35 GLORY spent)
Physical:0
Mental:0
Life:-2
Ammo in current magazine:8
Magazines remaining:4
Grenades:2
Stats:
Strength +2
Dexterity +2
Knowledge +1
Skills:
Rifle +3
Melee +2
Explosives +2
Language +1
Interrogation +1
Pistol +1
Inventory:
Nazi medal
Knitted wool cap
Gas mask
Luger 8/8 (2 magazines, risk 2)
Gewehr 10/10 (2 magazines risk 3)(loaned out)
Rifleman Equipment
Helmet and flack vest (+1 life)
M1 Garand (8 shot, Risk 3)
5 M1 round clips
Bayonet (risk 3)
2 Frag Grenades (Risk 7)
Universal Equipment:
1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass
[4]
Gwen and Denver run over to Tala and take a look down at her. She's pretty badly burnt, with raw Lichtenberg figures scorched across large portions of her skin. Her clothing is still smoking and she has no hair or eyebrows left, except for a thin coating of ash.
"That don't look good."
"I dunno, it has a certain Aestetic appeal."
"I mean her chances of survival."
"Oh. Yeah She's fucked."
"I'm not dead." Tala groaned, conscious but only barely.
"Should we do CPR or something?"
"Uh...yeah I guess. You ever get certified in that?"
"I mean....I've watched a lot of MASH."
"No you haven't, thats not even out yet. Wrong war."
"Oh right...I guess I dreamed about watching a tv show where they did it. That's like being certified right?"
"Yeah, that makes sense. So how do you do it?"
"I think you just keep punching them in the sternum and face until they get better?"
"Please don't." Tala moans, grabbing weakly at their ankles.
"Yeah, yeah I think that's right. You wanna start or should I?"
"Heck, lets both do it at once. You take the chest, I'll take the face."
"I'm going to haunt you both."
[2, 2, 5]
Denver and Gwen start raining blows down on Tala. Luckily for her they have the vicious strength of a mouse swinging a pillow full of marshmallows. Its painful and not helpful, but it doesn't straight up kill her. However, as they feebly attempt to beat her to...life...her other injuries reduce her to 0 life and put her on the brink of death.
Meanwhile Alice drags herself up and sprints over to Carolina. She whips out her First aid kit and her entrenching tool and proceeds to carefully place the kit on the back of Carolina's head and then wind up to smash it down into her skull with the shovel.
[2v1]
Alice misses entirely but Carolina, in her rush to get out from under Alice's homicidal attempts at "Doing a Medicine", Thrusts her hands out to the side in order to shove herself up and away. Her movement brings her left hand directly into the path of the wildly missing shovel and the tool promptly breaks several fingers (-1 life).
Pray to all the deities I know about, crawl into a corner of the tank and hope no one dies.
Name: William Taggart
Description: He is of polish descent. Light brown short hair and blue eyes.
Backstory: He punched an officer in the face while drunk and got sent here to die.
Physical: 0
Mental: -1
Life: 0
Stats:
Strenght: +3
Speed: +1
Dexterity: +1
Skills:
Flamethrower: +3
Exotic Melee: +2
Hand to Hand: +2
Melee: +2
Explosive: +1
Demolitions: +1
Inventory:
"a few rifles, pistols, some ammo, a grenade or two"
3 knives (Risk 2)
Gewehr (10 Bullets, Risk 3)
Universal Equipment:
1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass
Trench Clearing Equipment:
Flamethrower (Risk 8, expands to fill rooms)
Flamethrower Tank (5 shots) (Gone)
"Please, god of luck and random chance, help us."
"
No."
"It was enemy action, I guess. Toby, I mean uh, Gunny, could you ask the Nazi if he knows anything useful, like whether I can kill whatever angry god is out there now? Oh, and can someone get on the radio and ask what the fuck?"
Man the turret. Look around the room, aim and shoot at any magical lightning women walking around. If there is no such woman, aim at the archway's entrance and be ready to fire on any gods walking out. Don't shoot Radio.
Simon, the Coolest Commander!Relevant skills: +3 Sniper Rifle, +3 Camouflage
Tobeis, the Sanest Interrogator!Relevant akills: +2 Languages
Anonymous Nazi, the Scaredest Passenger!Relevant skills: Being compliant and not getting stabbed repeatedly.
Franek Kimono, the Sleepiest Amputee!Relevant skills: +3 Hand-to-Hand
Jimmy Grouse, the Hungriest Infantryman!Relevant skills: +2 combat seems generally useful.
Robert McKinley, the Blondest Machinegunner!Relevant skills: +3 Machinegun!
William Taggart, the Coldest Flamerthrower!Relevant skills: +3 Flamethrower, luckily he has no ammo for the thing.
Name: Simon Smith
Description: A short and somewhat stocky man with
a thick beard and a bulky gasmask. His looks are deceptive, as he's actually quite agile. He has nine firearms chained to him, along with an assortment of knives and a sniper rifle he's always carrying around.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +0
Stats: Strength: +1
Dexterity:+2
Sense:+2
Skills: Sniper Rifle:+3
Camouflage:+3
Melee:+2
First Aid:+1
Traps:+1
Demolitions:+1
Class Inventory: First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
- Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
- Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
- A bunch of useful bits and bobs
- Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5] (5 shot, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close, Sniper Rifle)
- 2/2 Springfield "magazines"
- Binoculars
- Spare Scope (Mounted on Gewehr)
- 2/2 Smoke grenades
- A "mag" of incendiary rounds for the Springfield (loaded in spare Springfield)
- Scoped De Lisle carbine [11/11] (silent, Sniper Rifle)
- A mag of incendiary ammo for the De Lisle [10/11]
- Trench Knife (Risk 3, melee)
- Gas mask (Not worn, but ready)
Looted Inventory:- Two spare First Aid Kits.
- MG 15 [75/75] (Machine Gun)
- A spare box of ammo for the MG 15.
- Scoped Gewehr 43 [10/10] (Risk 3, Sniper Rifle)
- Two Gewehr Magazines
- Four Mauser C96s [10/10]*4 (Risk 2, Pistol)
- Four Mauser C96 mags
- Angular Nazi Lightning Rifle [10/10] (Risk 4, hopefully silent, Rifle)
- A spare Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5] (Loaded with incendiaries, Sniper Rifle)
- Three spare Springfield "magazines"
- Six spare knives (risk 2, melee)
- A collection of "Chains, rope, small knives, and other things" looted from a Nazi supply depot.
- Two grenades (Risk 7?)
- Handaxe, looted off the side of a german tank. (Risk 2, melee)
- A copy of a German tanker's diary, perfectly translated into Latin.
- A FRIGGING PANZER IV TANK!
GLORY: 105!Current mission accomplishments (So I don't have to go back over things later):
- Scouted out the northeastern Nazi positions, has now informed everyone. Including the Nazis, probably.
- Set fire to a Nazi-occupied building, which five Nazis then fled from. Then snuck past without issue.
- Partially scouted the bunker, from the north, found three machine gun nests which have a good view of the entrance switchback, and 180° coverage otherwise. Saw that the northern slope terminates in a 25-foot high cliff, making it near impassable.
- Got caught near a house which was struck by machinegun lightning and detonated spectacularly. Survived with -2 life.
- Killed an entire tank crew. In melee. Without taking any further wounds. ALONE. Then stole their Panzer IV and drove it home.
- While riding in that tank, survived a massive targeted lightning bolt through no fault of his own. Ed rolled a one and utterly failed to dodge.
- Was "commander" of the tank while it managed to destroy two bunkers with the main gun.
- Was bravely riding outside the tank as it charged into scorched earth, and then tumbled down the side of a hill. Was only kept from being thrown free by Parrish, but hey, it's still pretty glorious. "Glorious" is almost like a synonym of "suicidally brazen"!
- Helped free his tank from several dastardly trees, while within earshot of Nazi machineguns (pointlessly) filling the air with lead.
- Commanded the tank when it did a ton of collateral (if intentional) damage to the last bunker, and probably killed the last of the Nazi resistance.
- Successfully righted his tank after Alice flipped it over, and stopped Toby from firing the main gun point-blank into the ground.
- Traumatized a Nazi POW.
- Probably saved a bunch of people accidentally by graciously letting them stay in his tank while an angry lightning god bounced around the cavern. He totally wasn't going to throw several of them out for being too big. Nope.
You see no lightning women. You see SEVERAL threats to the team but no lightning women. So you just wait and keep the gun aimed at the arch.
((I'd say that sequence of events was rather iffy based on the actions, but then again this situation has the wonderful benefit of not having to think up any more questions or having to do much of anything anymore, so a solid win once again!))
Danger Danger! High Voltage!
Video ain't killed this radiostar just yet. Try to regain sight&hearing, if succesfull locate an Ed and see if he's ok. If yes go stabilize Ms. Tesla: Beyond Thunderdome over there if nobody else more qualified is doing so.
Name: Radioman
Description: A radioman.
Physical: 0
Mental: -1
Life: 0
280 GLORY
Stats:
Strength: 0
Speed: 2
Dexterity: 2
Will: 0
Knowledge: 0
Senses: 1
Skills:
Operator: +3
Rifle: +2
Camouflage: +2
Mechanic: +1
Melee: +1
Language: +1
Inventory:
1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
13 individual cigs
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass
1 grenade
1 blowtorch
flyzapper gun (risk: ??)
trench knife (risk-3)
[4]
You don't get your senses back entirely but you get some muffled and ringing hearing and some vague, blurry sight back. It lets you see enough to drag yourself over to Ed. Seeing as he's alive you attempt to get up and go look after Tala...or whats left of her. [1] You push yourself up to your knees, get halfway up onto the first leg and then it goes to jelly beneath you. You fall hard, land sideways against the edge of a console and break a rib (-1 life) before landing back on the ground.
"THAT FUCKING MORON! I'LL KILL HER!"
Ed feels around for Radio, checking to see if he's alive, and waiting to recover sight before doing anything else.
Description: average height, average build, brown hair, brown eyes, plain face.
0 Physical
0 (-1) Mental
0 Life
Stats:
2 Dexterity
2 Will
1 Senses
Skills:
3 mechanic
2 tank
2 trap
1 camouflage
1 operator
1 demolitions
Inventory:
Universal Equipment: 1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
2 L type Flashlights
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes(9/9)
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass
1 pair spare socks, wool, warm
Engineer’s EquipmentMechanic’s tools
Trap making Kit
3 2 Satchel Charges (Risk 7) (1 used in IED)
1 gas grenade, courtesy of Tala
Knife (Risk 2)
Gewehr (10 ammo) (looted from Organ transport truck)
nazi talisman (looted from Organ transport truck)
Nazi Commander Luger 7/8 ammo (Risk 2)
One of the Nazi angular guns that Simon looted (I believe this is in use by Radio at this time)
Nazi Officer's Uniform, gently used
One fancy (Nylon!) hat with ear flaps
1 comically oversized rubber ducky (0 GLORY)
505 GLORY
One fully autonomous Radio:
Pretty sure I gave it to Oz since he was the first to answer. Not that he can't be used by multiple people.
We've been tasked with helping clear a section of city and then to remove the "Fort du Roule", a heavily fortified hill top bunker, from the list of enemy held positions.
Its position on the hilltops above the city makes it too good of a strategic position for them to just bomb it to gravel.
Taking it won't be easy though; its got at least 5 heavily fortified firing positions and a tunnel system in the stone.
Intelligence indicates there's an entrance on the west side of the mountain, though getting to it might be harder than just getting to one of those fortified positions and blasting on through. Your call.
We're going to drop you off by boat and the local boys will bring you where you need to go. We're told they'll have a map for you but don't expect anything amazing.
This is a simple job, lads: Kill any Kraut that still has some fight in him, spare any citizen of the town, and try to keep that fort as intact as possible." He waves his hand dismissively at that last part, but doesn't say anything more.
Radio, at least you're pretty sure its radio, gropes across your shoulder and back for a moment before recognizing its you and helps you get sat up. [2] You blink your eyes but all you see is white.
"Good fuckin' job lads (and ladies). We somehow managed to find a way to get hit by lightning, even under all of this not-sky." *long suffering sigh*
"And no, this is not a bloody Faraday cage. I'll only feel safe once I'm in a rubber suit, and I have applied a liberal amount of explosives to the she-devil thingy. You!" *points at the prisoner* "
Sprechen Sie jetzt. Was kann es töten? Werden Sprengstoffe es tun?"
(man, you know something spooktastic happened if Simon is forgetting to call people by literally anything but your real name)
This tank is awful cramped, and seems like an excellent opportunity for a mass-cas incident. Try and convince some people to leave, so the crew can get to work on killing the spooky lightning girl.
Name:Tobeis ‘Toby’ Parrish, 20
Physical and Mental Description: Black hair, tinted purple. Exceptionally blue eyes, white skin, and num
erous scratches. Wears glasses (which have as yet managed to survive without breaking) although he can see fairly well within about 50 meters. Pragmatic in combat, doesn't believe in fighting honorably, and very rarely ever stops moving, except to make a shot or pretend to listen to a superior officer. Has an amazing lack of respect for officers over the rank of 1st Lt. (unless they're serving on the front with him.) Prefers to use his bayonet instead of his pistol for close range, because the bayonet doesn't jam. Would rather hide in the mud than take his chances running for a better hiding place. Assigned to the 888th for assaulting a superior officer ("No, he inadvertently ran into my buttstock just before he could suggest a glorious charge towards a fortified position, clumsy sod"), shooting 3 prisoners whilst on a mission behind enemy lines ("What was I supposed to do, it was a behind-enemy-lines mission, and besides, those SS bastards had it coming to them") and failing to maintain a clean and orderly appearance during an award ceremony ("I guess 3rd strikes out, whoops, can't be any worse than have to serve under this idiot guess you'll have to transfer me to a different regiment.") Spends most of his time digging, building, or otherwise creating defensive positions to hide in when things inevitably go to shit. Is the type of guy who would tape 6 short-fused frag grenades to the inside of a blast door on the off chance that the enemy manages to open it.
Stats: +2 speed, +1 Dex, +2 Senses
Skills: +3 Rifles +2 Languages +2 Melee +1 Demolitions +1 Camo +1 Traps
Life: + 1
Inventory: 1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass
IMPORTANT GEAR!
Helmet and flak vest (+1 life)
M1 Garand (8-8 shots, Risk 3)
1 SturmGewehr 44 (22-30 shots, Risk 4)
1 Gewehr 43 (10-10 shots, Risk 3)
1 STG magazine (30 rounds)
1 G43 magazine (10 round clips)
5 M1 8 round clips
Bayonet (risk 3)
Fancy SS Dagger (Risk 2)
2 Frag Grenades (Risk 7)
Fancy SMG (0/30 shot,s Risk 3, +1 for every 5 shots)
"FUCK OFF. GET OUT. NORMIES LEAVE. REEEEEEEEEE"
”Wait. Was that lightning?”
go outside! Fix people that I see!
Name: Jimmy Grouse
Description:
A sniper. He was in percussion,(in school), drafted as the drummer boy. His long hours of B.B. shooting worked out when he made a long shot with a rifle, hitting a general and winning a battle. He was drafted into sniper school, became a HOG(hunter of gunmen), but then, when he needed to relieve himself, he revealed his bases position to the enemy, which was then stormed. He was then demoted but kept his favorite butterfly knife.
Physical:0
Mental:0
Life:0
Stats:
+1 strength
+1 speed
+1 Dexterity
+1 will
+1 knowledge
Skills:
+3 sniper rifle
+ 2 combat
+2 first aid
+1 hand to hand
+1 car
+1 traps
Inventory:
Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 (5 shots, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)(5/5)
2 springfield magazines(5/5, 5/5)
Binoculars
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight(taped to Springfield)
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap(with razor inside)
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and cup
1 compass
1 gasmask
1 M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
Stiletto (2 risk normally, but 6 risk if the target doesn't recognize you as a threat when you attack)(converted to butterfly knife)
GLORY: 135
Uh...the closest you'd be able to see is Carolina being beaten with a shovel.
[2]
You walk over to the assault in progress, look down at Carolina with a discerning eye, and then point at her other hand.
"Missed a spot there, buddy."
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Topic: 888th Brigade: DAY OF THE PURGE (Read 477220 times)