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Also dropkick the doors at the same time to help open them.

Spoiler: William Taggart (click to show/hide)

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)

[Leodanny]

”Why the hell would you two dropkick a metal door? That doesn’t make any sense!”
Seriously, why would you? We have a tank.

[Doomblade187]

Denver nervously eyes the tank cannon pointing at the doors. "Uh, can nobody please shoot the tank cannon down the tunnel? We are very deep underground here. Don't want to die."

[Tiruin]

"Don't worry about it sir, I'm sure everyone else is just too focused to appreciate the sermon to its fullest."

"You think I should tell it again? Maybe it's one of those things that you get more out of each time you hear it ..."

"Maybe some other time, I feel that we should let the men concentrate right now. There could be nefarious Nazis around every corner!"

"We are still being watched," Tala whispered to the Radioman.

"Check all communication channels. This is not a good place to be."

Is there no way I can 'rest' or regain mental...health? Because if I can't do that at the moment, inspect the surroundings and stay on overwatch.

Spoiler: My Sheet (click to show/hide)

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: -2
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

[SaberToothTiger]

"We set sail on this new sea because there is new GLORY to be gained, and new rights to be won, and they must be won and used for the progress of all people. For war science, like weird science and all technology, has no conscience of its own. Whether it will become a force for good or ill depends on man, and only if the 888th occupies a position of pre-eminence can we help decide whether this new ocean will be a sea of GLORY or a new pathetic theater of cowardice. I do not say that we should or will go unprotected against the hostile misuse of giant metal doors any more than we go unprotected against the hostile use of land or sea, but I do say that giant metal doors can be explored and mastered without feeding the fires of cowardice, without repeating the mistakes that man has made in extending his writ around this globe of ours.

There is no strife, no prejudice, no national conflict in this room as of yet. Its hazards are nonexistent to us all. Its conquest deserves the best of all mankind, and its opportunity for peaceful cooperation may never come again. But why, some say, the Moon? Why choose this as our goal? And they may well ask, why climb the highest mountain? Why, 20 years ago, fly the Atlantic? Why does Rice play Texas?

We choose to dropkick the door! We choose to dropkick the door in this second and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard; because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one we intend to win, and the others, too."

[Leodanny]

”But your feet! How much will that hurt? And we already have a tank. That can ram doors.
And dropkicking a giant metal door is completely, ridiculously, insane, and a waste of our resources!”

[syvarris]

Denver nervously eyes the tank cannon pointing at the doors. "Uh, can nobody please shoot the tank cannon down the tunnel? We are very deep underground here. Don't want to die."

"Oh come on, don't be a coward Denver!  They clearly made the elevator big enough for a tank, and the doors and all big enough, so they must have brought tanks down here!  That means they'd occasionally have cannon misfires, and if they had cannon misfires, the walls must be strong enough to withstand cannon fire!  It's only logical, Denver.  Now stay out of the way while I destroy everything, ahhahhaha!"

[Doomblade187]

Denver climbs back up on the tank, knife in hand. "Simon, I know you stole this fucking tank, but if you fire the gun, I will stab in the neck before you start to crow in joy."

He sits on the hatch, eyeing Simon.

[Egan_BW]

"I'll be honest Denver, I don't think you'd win that."

[Doomblade187]

"I'll be honest Denver, I don't think you'd win that."

"Alice, I have the bigger knife, and the high ground. I like Simon. And I don't want to stab him. But he has gone tank-crazy and I will do what I need to keep me alive. Also, I like stabbing people."

[Redjive_Industries]

"Simon, gonna hop onto the back of the tank and use the turret as a sandbag. Yell really loud before you do anything stupid, like fire the gun or charge forward gloriously, so I don't get shot to bits."
Toby hops on to the tank, and kneels, using the turret as cover. He props up the STG on the top of the turret and overwatches the door.
Toby appears to be thinking for a couple of seconds.
"Hey Denver? If you die, can you tey to fall on to the back of the tank, so that I can use you as even more cover? Thanks."
Remembering the Nazi Magic Cloud of Death, but confident that whatever is down here is going to be far more insidious, Toby fortifies his mind against the horrors that undoubtedly await, and makes sure not to listen if Simon gives any good orders; that would mean he is clearly an illusion or under mind control or something.
Toby also does those things, and starts taking close looks at shadowy areas

[Doomblade187]

"I'll make an effort," he replies, grinning.

[Redjive_Industries]

"Thanks. If you die, I want you to know, Even in death, you still served."

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[Strider03]

"Oh, you should all know, we don't have radio contact. So there won't be any back up, or people to know if we stab someone unanimously. Though, I guess we could do that even if there was radio contact."

[Doomblade187]

"And more importantly, nobody to rescue us from a cave-in."