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[Tavik Toth]

Say, is my application ok?

[Strider03]

"I've got a radio." Bob rejoined as he followed Tala.

[Doomblade187]

Wanted to say hi, PTW, and that the game looks fun. May join in ~month or two. For now, though...

*This is Halloween starts playing*

Damnit, my avatar is broken again.

[Ozarck]

"Hear that, Radio? We're Command and Control. Look at that, you found Command! Well, that was easy. Put the Jack on the two, Simon."

[MidnightJaguar]

The doctor gulps nervouslly and grabs his machine gun and medical pack before going with whiver group is lacking a medic.

Ah Jesus, and now the deafness comes into, lousy distillers.

Spoiler: Doc Daneek (click to show/hide)

Name: Dr. Daneek
Description: A very thin and nervous man, beginning to go bald, a former Air force doctor he took this job after he was pronounced dead due to a buracratic mishap.  Due to being pronounced dead because of a plane he was supposed to be on crashing he has a great fear of flying.
Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0
Stats:
Speed +3
Dex +2
Skills:
Medical Training +3
Machine gun +2
Operator +2
Flamethrower +1
Exotic melee +1
Camouflage +1
Inventory:
Universal Equipment:
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
Miscellaneous.
Medic Equipment
Medic’s Bag (restores up to -3 on life dice. Usable repeatedly till failure)
M1911 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
2 pistol magazines
Other equipment
MG 15 [37/75] (On loan from Simon Smith)

[Radio Controlled]

Someone call me over the Radio! Say, Radio, where's your speaker? Which part to I shout into?

"Just shout in the general direction of my face and that should work, Sir. Alternatively," he said, sticking his fist out like a mic, "Talk to the birdie."

"Hear that, Radio? We're Command and Control. Look at that, you found Command! Well, that was easy. Put the Jack on the two, Simon."

"Field promotion best promotion."

[killerhellhound]

Keep playing cards with Simons


"Got any games for two people I think we are the only two people not freaking out. Don't get washed over board guys I don't want to have to drag you out."

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name:Yarrick
Description:A tall man was transferred to the 888th after managing to bring down a tank with a lucky shot from above
Physical:0
Mental:0
Life: +1
Stats:[/b][/size]
Speed: +2
Dexterity: +3
Senses: +1

Skills:
Melee: +1
Pistol: +1
Explosive: +3
Demolitions: +2
Mechanic: +1
Camouflage: +2

Inventory:
Helmet (+1 life)
Pistol M1918 (Risk 2) (ammo 7/7)
Knife (Risk 2)
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid) + Spare
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
 M18 Recoilless Rifle (Risk 6, single shot, slow reload) (Loaded with HE rounds)
3 HEAT rounds
3 HE rounds
3 WP rounds
2xSatchel Charge (Risk 7)

Glory 110 -50 First aid- 30 Helmet = 30

[Madman198237]

"Explain this to me, then. When's the last time you ever heard a storm like that just up and VANISH? Until I get a good answer for that, I'm assuming Nazis. And I'm assuming it with my gun at the ready."

[Ozarck]

Happens all the time in the midwest.

Radio Check. Check one two, check one two. Y'all got yer ears on? This is Command and Control.

Squad Holy Cheese, please respond to verify your radio.

Squad Barmaid, Please reply to verify your radio.
Over.

[Strider03]

"Copy that. Squad I-don't-fucking-know-which, reading you loud and clear. Over."

[Madman198237]

"You're in squad 'Tango', as in Tala. I've got squad 'Golf', as in Graham. The radio coordinators over there can be 'Charlie', if we even need that. Speaking of which, Charlie boys, why haven't you attempted to contact Command yet?

[Egan_BW]

^{_{Does nobody read my actions? I have a radio, am with Tala, and am calling command.}}

[Strider03]

~snip

[syvarris]

"What, too afraid to play poker against this face?  Heh, Rummy works, I guess.  Wanna spice it up, bud?  Best of three, winner gets the loser's cigarette ration?  Cards with nothing to gain ain't fun."

[Tiruin]

"What, too afraid to play poker against this face?  Heh, Rummy works, I guess.  Wanna spice it up, bud?  Best of three, winner gets the loser's cigarette ration?  Cards with nothing to gain ain't fun."

"I'd rather we make sure everyone else is fine here. We're on board a ship with a crew complement a hundred times our number, but I may also be overreacting despite the feeling that storms can't be this quick to form unless we were sailing on deeper seas, and we're not even relatively far from the coast as I recall.

"If you're going to stay back, please be on alert. I don't know much about mechanics or radio-work, but if it gets cut off, please remember we're all on the same deck (floor). Also remember that something hit the side of our ship. We need to establish communications with the (other crew of the ship and see if they're all okay)." Tala repeated, which everyone else could presumably understand given summaries of meanings as she rehearsed herself.

"Also that is one nice body art, Radioman. I'd love to know your real name later on though. And if that's permanent. Broadcast a nice tune over the radio, will you? Something less...spooky."