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[Radio Controlled]

Gonna start stocking up on these...

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[killerhellhound]

Gonna start stocking up on these...

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Good idea but do we have a different one for people losing there minds?

[Radio Controlled]

Gonna start stocking up on these...

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Good idea but do we have a different one for people losing there minds?

We just shoot those and then give 'em one anyway. Efficiency! And we'll have to get rid of the bloody things somehow.

[cronos5010]

Alan waved goodbye to the poor sods who would be riding on the third boat, and he flipped a middle finger to the purple heart giving extra dimensional travellers "If anyone is going to execute a man for mental issues, it is going to be me! And not anyone else except possibly for a higher ranking officer....".

[SaberToothTiger]

PTW for now, I may make a sheet later.

[piecewise]

The trip from the troop transport ship to the beach was a vomit inducing one. A Higgins boat is many things but a smooth ride it is not. The skies are slate gray with clouds like masses of cotton hanging low and heavy. The smell of sweat and salt, rank seaweed and vomit is enough to make even the hardest iron stomach churn in protest as the boat smashes gracelessly through the waves.

"Landfall in 60 seconds!" the driver says, staying huddled behind the armor that surrounds his station. "As soon as we hit the sand I'm gonna open the front gate. Front of this boat is a murder hole; straight shot for those bastards. Clear it and spread out.  Remember the plan! Each of those bunkers has at least two heavy machine guns and if you can shoot them, they can shoot you. Remember, there are other teams to the left and right outside our combat zones. Push forward and if we're lucky they'll be able to reinforce us after we take the beach and the bunkers at least."

"30 seconds! 20! 10!" the boat bobbing motion settles as it gets into shallow water. "5!"  There's a sound, a wet scrape as the boat slides up onto the beach and wedges itself in place. The Gate opens, revealing the beach beyond. The sand is littered with Czech hedgehogs and barbed wire. The bunkers loom large in the distance, perched on the ridge that seperates the sand from the grassland beyond it. For a half second, everything is silent except for the sound of waves. Then the machine guns open up. "GO GO GO!"

Boat 1
Bullets hiss overhead and ping off the metal of the boat. A shot blows Gus' helmet straight off his head (-1 life) but leaves him otherwise uninjured. Alan catches a round to the shoulder (-3 life) and tumbles over back, losing his helment and partially blocking the way out of the boat.

Boat 2
Barak takes a round to the thigh and gets knocked to his knees, his helmet falls off and goes rolling out onto the beach. (-2 life)

Boat 3
As soon as boat 3's hatch is open, a single concentrated spray of bullets tears through it.  Ivan and Joe lose their helmets (-1 life); though if they lose them to bullets or just their teammates falling all over them is hard to determine. Robert catches a bullet straight to the forehead (-2 life); his helmet blocks most of the force but gets smashed down  and breaks his nose before it flips off his head and down into the sea. Yarrick gets clipped in the side (-2 life) and his helmet falls off and rolls out onto the beach.  Zack gets shot in the foot and swears, dropping down to hold it in pain (-2 life)

Spoiler: full size map so you can see where you are. (click to show/hide)

[kj1225]

Get back up and make a dash for some form of cover.

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Name: Barak Johnston
Description: A somewhat tall man of Jewish descent. He keeps a well trimmed beard.
Physical:(Just put any bonuses or negatives you have.)
Mental:(Just put any bonuses or negatives you have.)
Life: +1
Stats:  +2 Knowledge
+1 Speed
+1 Will
+1 Dex
Skills: +3 Interrogation
+2 Language
+2 Shotguns
+1 Exotic Melee
+1 Melee
+1 Camo
Inventory:
Universal Equipment:
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)

Trench Clearing Equipment
 Winchester model 12 Shotgun (6 shot, 6 risk at close range, 2 at longer range)
18 shotgun shells
Trench Knife (risk 3)

[Strider03]

"Agh!" Bob jumped out of the boat, trying to ignore the pain in his head.

Dash behind the nearest hedgehog, and try to stay there for a moment.

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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: +1

Stats:
Strength: +1
Dexterity: +1
Will: +1
Senses: +2

Skills:
Exotic Melee: +1
Machinegun +3
Pistol: +1
Car: +2
Camouflage:+1
Language: +2 (Fluent in french, small amount of Italian)

Inventory:
Helmet (+1 Life bonus, Single Use)
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
Browning Auto Rifle (20 shot, risk 3, +1 risk for every 3 shots fired in a burst)
5 BAR magazines
M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
2 pistol magazines

((does life go to -1, or to -2? I'm not quite sure how the helmet affected it))

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Get to cover, quickly!"
Joakim yanks Barak to his feet and helps him to some cover, whether it be a hedgehog, a trench or next to the ship.

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Name: Joakim Heikki. Other known aliases include "Jockel Heike" and "Joe Henry".
Description: A short, stout man in his early 40s with an unassuming appearance, more akin to a farmer than a soldier of four armies and two wars. His accent is rather odd, the closest description being 'some sort of Scandinavian accent'. Joakim is also scarred across his arms and hands from battles he has already participated in, as well as various battle wounds.

Physical: None yet
Mental: None yet
Life: +1

Stats:
Will: 2
Dex: 1
Knowledge: 1
Senses: 1

Skills:
+3: Camouflage
+2: Language, Rifle
+1: First Aid, Traps, Car

Inventory:
Universal Equipment:
Helmet (+1 Life bonus, Single Use)
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)

Rifleman Equipment:
M1 Garand (8 shot, Risk 3)
3 M1 round clips
Bayonet (risk 3)
2 Frag Grenades (Risk 7)

[Egan_BW]

(Squad 1)

"aaaaaaaaaaa"

Run forward and hack through the wire with my shovel.

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Name: Faith Layson
Description: A little short for a stormtrooper. She was just a nurse before a complicated series of events placed her in the 888th. She hopes that being the radio operator will let her stay pretty far back from the bullets and such. Really really doesn't want to die please.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +1

Stats:
Speed +1
Knowledge +1
Sense +3

Skills:
Medical Training +3
Operator +2
Language +2
Exotic Melee +1
Car +1
Mechanic +1

Inventory:
Helmet (+1 Life bonus, Single Use)
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Sharpened Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
SCR-300 radio Transceiver and handset
M1 Garand (8 shot, Risk 3)

[Toaster]

"Let's goooooo"

Get forward and get cover.  Cover first shooting later.

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Name: Jack Worter
Description:  Jack was transferred to the 888th after one of his explosives went off a bit too close to him, and he's been a bit funny in the head ever since.  The scars line up on his face when he starts grinning at explosions.  Likes nothing better to see things explode.
Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: +1
Stats:
Speed +1
Dexterity +1
Knowledge +2
Senses +1
Skills:
Demolitions +3
Explosives +2
Traps +2
Tank +1
Operator +1
Mechanic +1
Inventory:
Helmet (+1 Life bonus, Single Use)
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
Thompson SMG (25 shot, risk 2, +1 risk for every 5 shots fired in a burst)
3 Thompson  magazines
2 Land Mines (Risk 7)
2 Explosive charges (Risk 10)

((Should we have bangalores in inventory?))

[Yottawhat]

Grab Barak's other arm and help Joakim drag him to cover.

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Name: Darlington Dafter
Description: A blonde hair man in his late 20s, with a great smiles and eyes that won't look out of place on a corpse.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +1
Stats:
Dexterity:+2
Knowledge:+2
Sense:+1
Skills:
Medical Training:+3
First Aid:+2
Cars:+2
Interrogation:+1
Pistol:+1
Language:+1
Inventory:

• Helmet (+1 Life bonus, Single Use)
• First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
• Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
• Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
• Medic’s Bag (restores up to -3 on life dice)
• M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
• 2 pistol magazines

[Twinwolf]

Fire a WP round at Bunker 2, to obscure their vision, and keep running

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Name: Winston Atzili
Description: A tall and lanky dude with short black hair and brown eyes. Probably Jewish going off the name.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +1 (helmet)
Stats:
Strength: +1
Will: +1
Knowledge: +1
Senses: +2

Skills:
Heavy Rifle: +3
Camouflage: +2
Demolitions: +2
Planes:+1
Traps: +1
Exotic Melee: +1 (Does this apply if we use the entrenching shovel as a weapon?)
Inventory:
Helmet (+1 Life bonus, Single Use)
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)

M18 Recoilless Rifle (Risk 6, single shot, slow reload)
3 HEAT rounds
3 HE rounds
3 WP rounds (-1 after this action)
Satchel Charge (Risk 7)

[cronos5010]

"Oh Fuck!"
Attempt to stand up and run to cover

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Name: Alan Erskine
Description: A man of middling height, with an imposing stance and a vaguely European descent with short and clean shaven ginger hair that is always hidden underneath his helmet and a currently clean shaven face, you can't really imagine anything other than an angry frown on his scarred face, and his piercing blue eyes feels like it is staring directly into your soul. The man can be surprisingly nice and he is always attentive of the needs of his squad. The man has a marked soft spot for companions of the feline persuasion and children.
Shortish Background: Alan was an exceptional soldier, the man never complained about the current situation he was in, had a rather good sense of tact, and he was more than willing to kill every hostile his squad would encounter. He was rather unfortunately shipped off to the 888th brigade after torturing several German prisoners of war to death in a failed attempt to extract information from their officer, the man was found drenched in the blood of the prisoners, and shows no guilt from this course of action only shrugging to say something about it being a slow day at work.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: -2
Stats: Strength +1, Knowledge +2, Senses +1, Dexterity +1
Skills:
Operator: +1
Interrogation: +3
Rifle: +2
Explosives: +1
Language: +2
Exotic Melee: +1
Inventory:
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel that has been sharpened to serve as a makeshift sword)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
M1 Garand (8 shot, Risk 3)
3 M1 round clips
Bayonet (risk 3)
2 Frag Grenades (Risk 7)

[Tiruin]

That Medic skill is kinda useless without a medic's gear. Oh well.

I'm putting you on boat 2.

((16/15, thanks piecewise! Also I noticed and knew that--thank you for your concern c:
...That brings to mind when it will be useful anyway--and as far as it seems, nobody picked it other than this our medics. Go healers!

Goodness we're being raked.))

[Squad 2]
Joan had a few things on her mind--get everyone as best as she could, alive; provide support for others, and scan the area as per protocol and doctrine. Alongside regretting her lack of formal command training, she wished the kit she had had more than a field medical kit. She was glad the initial landing went smoothly and she didn't have to wade through shallow, rough waters. She didn't also know how to swim was another thing.

Drop to cover nearby; get a sight (either binoculars or scope) on the machine gun nest. Try to steady for a future shot (Middle Bunker).
{If there's no such thing as steadying or preparedness, go take a shot instead; if that's not possible, priority is getting to a stable location}

((Goodness, we only have 1 radio operator and 1 commander. Egan_BW and Shadowclaw777))

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Name: Joan Macaraeg

Description: Originally enlisted as a marksman from a background of being a crack shot at things, Joan was placed in supportive roles before she was assigned to anything near the front line. She hails from the northern mountains of Philippines, her home characterized by the jungle-heat and its high altitude.

Physical: -
Mental: -
Life: +1 [Helmet]

Stats:
Knowledge +3
Will +1
Senses +1

Skills:
+3 Medical Training
+2 First Aid
+2 Camouflage
+1 Heavy Rifle
+1 Traps
+1 Language

Inventory:

Helmet (+1 Life bonus, Single Use)
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)

Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 (5 shot, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)
2 springfield magazines
Binoculars