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Move to the other side of the tree and check the wound. Can I still move my leg?

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: 0
Life: 0

GLORY: 250

Stats:
 Strenght: +3
 Speed: +1
 Dexterity: +1

Skills:
 Flamethrower: +3
 Exotic Melee: +2
 Hand to Hand: +2
 Melee: +2
 Explosive: +1
 Demolitions: +1

Inventory:

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)

[syvarris]

Curse at the tank's incompetent crew, then continue to head towards the Nazi position.  How much farther is it?
 

Spoiler: Simon Smith, luckiest sniper (click to show/hide)

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: +1 (Helmet)
Stats:
Strength: +1
Dexterity:+2
Sense:+2
Medals:

Berserker: You cannot be injured on turns where you kill an enemy with a melee weapon.
Skills:
Sniper Rifle:+3
Camouflage:+3
Melee:+3
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) (Being given to Tala/Jimmy)
• 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 [11/11]
• Trench Knife (Risk 3, melee)
• Gas mask (Not worn, but ready)
• 3/3 CS gas grenades.
• Helmet (+1 Life)
• Enough paint to cover Isabella.

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.
• "Isabella Hate-Tread", a A FRIGGING PANZER IV TANK!
  

GLORY: 230!

[The Lupanian]

Hit the ground and crawl from cover to cover

Spoiler: Carolina (click to show/hide)

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: 150
(335 GLORY spent)
Physical:0
Mental:0
Life:+1
Ammo in current magazine:8
Magazines remaining:4
Grenades:2
Stats:
Strength +2
Dexterity +2
Knowledge +1

Skills:
Rifle +3
Melee +2
Explosives +3
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 (1 life)(bought with GLORY)
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

[Tiruin]

I guess I'm next to Simon and Carolina. If I can medic bag anyone nearby, please spend my whole turn these turns doing that.
Otherwise, if they're too far away, I focus on shooty peoples with Simon.

If Simon doesn't post, use his silenced sniper rifle while he spots enemies (or he does that while I shoot alongside him. Whatever the case, we shoot)

Spoiler: My Sheet (click to show/hide)

Glory: 340
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: -
Life: - {+2; Helmet/Armored Jacket}
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}
*Armored Jacket {+1 Life}
*Silenced Pistol [8/8]
*Smoke Grenades (2) [1/2]
*Military Beret
*Customized Gasmask
*CS Gas Grenades (2)

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

[Leodanny]

Oh no! Wait for first aid. Give myself first aid too, if I can.
”Owww...”

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

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 Melee
+2 first aid
+2 medical training
+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)
1 Binoculars
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(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)
Medic’s bag(can use until failure)
GLORY: 5

[Redjive_Industries]

"FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK"
stop with the fucking MG. Get out of the fucking tanking, swearing at myself in a virulent mix of German, French, Arabic, and a few choice curses in Russian, and start patching people up.

Spoiler:  Tobeis ‘With friends like these…’ Parrish (click to show/hide)

Name:Tobeis ‘Toby’ Parrish, 20

Physical and Mental Description: Black hair, tinted purple. Exceptionally blue eyes, white skin, and numerous 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 strike’s out, whoops, can't be any worse than having 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 +1 Pistol
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)
5 M1 8 round clips
Bayonet (risk 3)
Webley Revolver (6-6 shots, risk 3 at close range, risk 2 at other ranges)
2 Webley speed reload clips (6 rounds)
3 Satchel Charges
2 Frag Grenades (Risk 7)
LOOTED GEAR
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)
Fancy SS Dagger (Risk 2)
Fancy SMG (0/30 shots, Risk 3, +1 for every 5 shots)

40 Common GLORY

Notable Actions:
Storming of Fort du Roule
MACHINE-GUNNING HIS OWN FUCKING SQUAD

[[Standing Order: If I don't have my fucking sheet *and yes I am swearing at myself in Arabic, German, and English IRL*, I WOULD RATHER NOT DO ANYTHING OTHER THAN SPEAK THAN HOPE I'M LUCKY. I keep fucking posting and not having access to drive for one reason or another. I withdraw my own WMD privileges, before anyone else can.]]

[Devastator]

You don't need any sort of cloud thing to get your sheet.  You can quote it from any existing post with it in it.

Also, talking without a character sheet is the most dangerous action you can do.

[Redjive_Industries]

You don't need any sort of cloud thing to get your sheet.  You can quote it from any existing post with it in it.

Also, talking without a character sheet is the most dangerous action you can do.

The sad part is that I know that posting without a sheet is a fucking terrible idea. And I didn't even think about it.
FUCK

[Devastator]

Don't miss the part about talking.

Talking is more dangerous than shooting machine guns at your teammates.  Usually.

[piecewise]

I'm a leaf on the wind, watch me soar.

Spoiler: Alice! (click to show/hide)

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: 480

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

Accomplishedments:
Flew us here with minimal flak-to-the-face.
Dropped some sorry fools in a place where they could be not instantly perforated.

If I remember right the last guy who said that lived a happy life and died of old age. Right?

"Enemy tanks disabled. Probably."

Load another AP, "just in case."
I doubt I can tell that the MG's shredding our team, but if I can, stop him.

Spoiler: Character Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Mark Wilson
Description: a man of average height and build. His long, brown hair has been forced into a ponytail and his ungroomed beard touches his collarbone. He ended up in the 888th after sneaking into a US Army base and commandeering a tank on a drunken dare.
Life:
Physical:
Mental:
Stats: dexterity+2, knowledge+2, senses+1
Skills: Mechanic+3, Tank+2, Operator+2, Camouflage+1, Pistol+1, Demolition+1
Inventory:
     Universal Kit
     Mechanic's Kit
          Toolbox
          Duct Tape
          Wrench (risk 2, non-weapon)
          M1911 Pistol (risk 2, 9/18 rounds)

You load another round. You also slap the MG'er upside the head for reasons unknown to you, but that feel very justified.

Bring the tank in toward the objective. Run over any Nazis that get between us and the train. Do not get up on the tracks.

Spoiler: Edward Bohring (click to show/hide)

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
2 demolitions
1 camouflage
1 operator
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(8/9) +1 being smoked
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 Equipment
Mechanic’s tools
Trap making Kit
2 Satchel Charges (Risk 7)
1 gas grenade

3/3 Building Killer Bombs

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)

105 GLORY (505 pre-mission, +300 for personal achievements in the latest mission, +100 general mission success, -600 for promotion, -200 for skill up)

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. 

Spoiler: Briefing (click to show/hide)

"Welcome back. We've got new orders. I'm not certain how much you all are aware but we have got reports of work camps and prison camps in German where the 'undesirables' are being taken enmasse. We don't know much about the details of them  but what we do know is not good. So we're gonna try and stop anyone else from being sent there.  Thats our mission today. There are 6 trains coming from various locations to the camp in Germany.   Up until now they've been on separate tracks and coming from all over but soon they will reach a switching station that will put them all on one track into Germany.  Thats when we want to hit them. Of course taking over a train filled with hostages without injuring the hostages is too easy so we're adding  a little something more fun to the mix: Once you have the trains we're going to have you drive them back out of occupied territory. We can't exactly get 14 thousand prisoners out of enemy territory on foot so this is basically the only option we have. The plan is this:

First, we drop you ahead of the trains so that you can ambush them and take control. Once you have them under your control, you need to stop them and unhook the engines. From there, we're going to bring you some Engines of our own which will attach to the opposite side of the trains and allow you to drive them back out of occupied territory. We don't expect that the Germans will give you to hard of a time since all you're doing is stealing civilian prisoners, but you never know.  We've plotted a route for you to take that should avoid any highly militarized zone...or at least as many of them as possible.

You bring the tank around and push it into full speed towards the barricade. There are maybe a dozen or so remaining nazis over there and two destroyed tanks. The nazis open up with rifles and you're basically ignoring then until one shoulders a panzerfaust and takes aim. [2] You jerk the tank to the side but not fast enough. The round arcs in visibly and strikes the tank's left side with a horrific noise that makes the tank ring like a giant bell. The entire machine shudders and you hear a grinding metallic noise as the tank starts turning left on its own.

"They've damaged the left side treads!" You shout, bringing the throttle down to zero. "We're a pillbox now boys!  Gun them down  before we get can-opened."

"FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK"
stop with the fucking MG. Get out of the fucking tanking, swearing at myself in a virulent mix of German, French, Arabic, and a few choice curses in Russian, and start patching people up.

Spoiler:  Tobeis ‘With friends like these…’ Parrish (click to show/hide)

Name:Tobeis ‘Toby’ Parrish, 20

Physical and Mental Description: Black hair, tinted purple. Exceptionally blue eyes, white skin, and numerous 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 strike’s out, whoops, can't be any worse than having 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 +1 Pistol
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)
5 M1 8 round clips
Bayonet (risk 3)
Webley Revolver (6-6 shots, risk 3 at close range, risk 2 at other ranges)
2 Webley speed reload clips (6 rounds)
3 Satchel Charges
2 Frag Grenades (Risk 7)
LOOTED GEAR
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)
Fancy SS Dagger (Risk 2)
Fancy SMG (0/30 shots, Risk 3, +1 for every 5 shots)

40 Common GLORY

Notable Actions:
Storming of Fort du Roule
MACHINE-GUNNING HIS OWN FUCKING SQUAD

[[Standing Order: If I don't have my fucking sheet *and yes I am swearing at myself in Arabic, German, and English IRL*, I WOULD RATHER NOT DO ANYTHING OTHER THAN SPEAK THAN HOPE I'M LUCKY. I keep fucking posting and not having access to drive for one reason or another. I withdraw my own WMD privileges, before anyone else can.]]

I mean, Admittedly, even if you had your sheet then, it wouldn't have helped since no one is immune from the [1]. But fair enough.

You climb out of the tank [1]. You get about halfway out when one of the remaining nazi's shoots you right in the back and you scream and fall back into the tank. [Life at -1] Its just a flesh wound but your entire back cramped up like you threw it out and you find yourself near the main gunner's feet, whispering swears in a variety of languages.

Crawl towards the changing station and the trains.

Spoiler: Finalized Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Franek Kimono

GLORY: 150 (50 own + 100 common) - 70 = 80

Physical:
Mental:
Life:

Stats:
 Strength: +3
 Dexterity: +1

Skills:
 Hand to Hand: +3
 Melee: +2
 Exotic Melee: +2
 Shotgun: +1
 Camouflage: +1
 Pistol: +1

Inventory:
1* Helmet
2* Fancy Hats
1* Gasmask
1 Ration
1 First Aid Pouch
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Mirror
1 razor set
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
Winchester model 12 Shotgun (6 shot, 6 risk at close range, 2 at longer range)
18 shotgun shells
Trench Knife (risk 3)

The station is miles away so we'll have you crawl towards the remaining barricade. They're focused on the tank so its not too hard to slither through the grass and get within a 200 feet of them.

Welp. Radio the tank, then time to advance, staying in cover from German fire. If I am bleeding notably, bandage up first. If not, suck it up for now.

"Whoever just shot us from the tank, they need to be removed immediately."

Spoiler: Denver Gaunt (click to show/hide)

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

Medals:
    Beserker Medal

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 [25/25]
    German SMG, 15 bullets
    Binoculars
    Flares (Red, Green, Black, Blue, and Yellow smoke)
    Flare Gun
    Trench Knife (Risk 3)
    Smoke Grenade
    Universal Kit

GLORY: 100

Achievements:

[2]
You continue forward and make it about halfway to the barricade, half crawling, half crouch running. The injury on your shoulder isn't a dangerous one in terms of bleeding out but when you're trying to constantly use your arms, it is goddamn distracting and slows you down.

"Stop shooting at us you fucking morons!" Bob yells. Then, upon realizing that he's unlikely to be heard by anyone, he pulls out his radio and calls the tank.
"Ed, or whoever's listening tell Ed, you need to get a goddamn handle on your men. Get Simon to stab that incompetent son of a bitch in the machinegun seat or something. This is a goddamn travesty of shooting, and the person who did that deserves to be court-martialed then quartered! Goddamn secret nazi sympathizers stealing our beautiful machineguns." An insult to good machineguns everywhere, to be fired at their allies by an incompetent lunatic.

Bob continues his rant to the tank, and tries to advance at a crawl as quickly as possible.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

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: 260

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 (replenishing):
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Rations (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
Browning Auto Rifle (20 shot, risk 3, +1 risk for every 3 shots fired in a burst)
2 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 smoke grenade
1 Iron Heart Medal
1 Cowboy Hat

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

Non Replenishing:
MP-34 (2 risk, +1 for every seven shots)
1x 34 round ammo box
1 radio (Unbroken)
3 german medals
1 strange medallion.


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.
Road the crazy tank ride of death.
Gave Franek a medal when he needed it most

I guess I'm next to Simon and Carolina. If I can medic bag anyone nearby, please spend my whole turn these turns doing that.
Otherwise, if they're too far away, I focus on shooty peoples with Simon.

If Simon doesn't post, use his silenced sniper rifle while he spots enemies (or he does that while I shoot alongside him. Whatever the case, we shoot)

Spoiler: My Sheet (click to show/hide)

Glory: 340
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: -
Life: - {+2; Helmet/Armored Jacket}
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}
*Armored Jacket {+1 Life}
*Silenced Pistol [8/8]
*Smoke Grenades (2) [1/2]
*Military Beret
*Customized Gasmask
*CS Gas Grenades (2)

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

Curse at the tank's incompetent crew, then continue to head towards the Nazi position.  How much farther is it?
 

Spoiler: Simon Smith, luckiest sniper (click to show/hide)

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: +1 (Helmet)
Stats:
Strength: +1
Dexterity:+2
Sense:+2
Medals:

Berserker: You cannot be injured on turns where you kill an enemy with a melee weapon.
Skills:
Sniper Rifle:+3
Camouflage:+3
Melee:+3
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) (Being given to Tala/Jimmy)
• 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 [11/11]
• Trench Knife (Risk 3, melee)
• Gas mask (Not worn, but ready)
• 3/3 CS gas grenades.
• Helmet (+1 Life)
• Enough paint to cover Isabella.

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.
• "Isabella Hate-Tread", a A FRIGGING PANZER IV TANK!
  

GLORY: 230!

Hit the ground and crawl from cover to cover

Spoiler: Carolina (click to show/hide)

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: 150
(335 GLORY spent)
Physical:0
Mental:0
Life:+1
Ammo in current magazine:8
Magazines remaining:4
Grenades:2
Stats:
Strength +2
Dexterity +2
Knowledge +1

Skills:
Rifle +3
Melee +2
Explosives +3
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 (1 life)(bought with GLORY)
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

Use my excellent camouflage ability to, well, camouflage myself using stuff from my surroundings (greenery and mud and such), then start sneakily sneaking forward, away from the main line of fire (aka go around a bit).

Spoiler: Radioman (click to show/hide)

Name: Radioman

Description: A radioman.

Physical: -1
Mental: -1
Life: 0

480 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)

You all get within 200 feet of the barricade, though you're a bit spread out from each other, some intentionally and some due to the difficulty in coordinating a silent, quick advance.

Oh no! Wait for first aid. Give myself first aid too, if I can.
”Owww...”

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

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 Melee
+2 first aid
+2 medical training
+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)
1 Binoculars
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(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)
Medic’s bag(can use until failure)
GLORY: 5

Stay prone and apply first aid to Jimmy's wounds.

Spoiler: Gwen Howell (click to show/hide)

Name: Gwen Howell
Description: Gwen is a 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 +2
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

Requisitioned Equipment:
Spare First Aid Pouch

Glory:0

[1]
Jimmy is at life -3, not 0, just to let you know. Should change that.

Gwen whips out some bandages and proceeds to hogtie Jimmy. That done, she stuffs gauze into his mouth, steals his weapon, and then kicks him in the ribs.

Move to the other side of the tree and check the wound. Can I still move my leg?

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: 0
Life: 0

GLORY: 250

Stats:
 Strenght: +3
 Speed: +1
 Dexterity: +1

Skills:
 Flamethrower: +3
 Exotic Melee: +2
 Hand to Hand: +2
 Melee: +2
 Explosive: +1
 Demolitions: +1

Inventory:

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)

You poke at your wound. The feeling is coming back...unfortunately. Its bad but not unusable. Its gonna slow you down though.

[SaberToothTiger]

Sneak towards the barricades.

Spoiler: Finalized Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Franek Kimono

GLORY: 150 (50 own + 100 common) - 70 = 80

Physical:
Mental:
Life:

Stats:
 Strength: +3
 Dexterity: +1

Skills:
 Hand to Hand: +3
 Melee: +2
 Exotic Melee: +2
 Shotgun: +1
 Camouflage: +1
 Pistol: +1

Inventory:
1* Helmet
2* Fancy Hats
1* Gasmask
1 Ration
1 First Aid Pouch
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Mirror
1 razor set
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
Winchester model 12 Shotgun (6 shot, 6 risk at close range, 2 at longer range)
18 shotgun shells
Trench Knife (risk 3)

[Ozarck]

"The hell you trying to climb out for while we're driving into concentrated enemy fire? You fool? Lie there and try not to bleed too much. Simon's got this place decorated just the way we like it: with Nazi blood and guts, not our own.

Yo! Cannon guy! Shoot the cannon! aim at the railroad, I guess. keep those trains from moving forward!"

Ed takes the machine gun position and fires at the germans, especially the one with the rocket launcher.

Spoiler: Edward Bohring (click to show/hide)

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
2 demolitions
1 camouflage
1 operator
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(8/9) +1 being smoked
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 Equipment
Mechanic’s tools
Trap making Kit
2 Satchel Charges (Risk 7)
1 gas grenade

3/3 Building Killer Bombs

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)

105 GLORY (505 pre-mission, +300 for personal achievements in the latest mission, +100 general mission success, -600 for promotion, -200 for skill up)

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. 

Spoiler: Briefing (click to show/hide)

"Welcome back. We've got new orders. I'm not certain how much you all are aware but we have got reports of work camps and prison camps in German where the 'undesirables' are being taken enmasse. We don't know much about the details of them  but what we do know is not good. So we're gonna try and stop anyone else from being sent there.  Thats our mission today. There are 6 trains coming from various locations to the camp in Germany.   Up until now they've been on separate tracks and coming from all over but soon they will reach a switching station that will put them all on one track into Germany.  Thats when we want to hit them. Of course taking over a train filled with hostages without injuring the hostages is too easy so we're adding  a little something more fun to the mix: Once you have the trains we're going to have you drive them back out of occupied territory. We can't exactly get 14 thousand prisoners out of enemy territory on foot so this is basically the only option we have. The plan is this:

First, we drop you ahead of the trains so that you can ambush them and take control. Once you have them under your control, you need to stop them and unhook the engines. From there, we're going to bring you some Engines of our own which will attach to the opposite side of the trains and allow you to drive them back out of occupied territory. We don't expect that the Germans will give you to hard of a time since all you're doing is stealing civilian prisoners, but you never know.  We've plotted a route for you to take that should avoid any highly militarized zone...or at least as many of them as possible.

[The Lupanian]

Shootthe Nazi with the anti-tank weapon.

Spoiler: Carolina (click to show/hide)

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: 150
(335 GLORY spent)
Physical:0
Mental:0
Life:+1
Ammo in current magazine:8
Magazines remaining:4
Grenades:2
Stats:
Strength +2
Dexterity +2
Knowledge +1

Skills:
Rifle +3
Melee +2
Explosives +3
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 (1 life)(bought with GLORY)
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

[Questorhank]

"Wouldn't taking out the track derail them?"

Destroy the tracks.

Spoiler: Character Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Mark Wilson
Description: a man of average height and build. His long, brown hair has been forced into a ponytail and his ungroomed beard touches his collarbone. He ended up in the 888th after sneaking into a US Army base and commandeering a tank on a drunken dare.
Life:
Physical:
Mental:
Stats: dexterity+2, knowledge+2, senses+1
Skills: Mechanic+3, Tank+2, Operator+2, Camouflage+1, Pistol+1, Demolition+1
Inventory:
     Universal Kit
     Mechanic's Kit
          Toolbox
          Duct Tape
          Wrench (risk 2, non-weapon)
          M1911 Pistol (risk 2, 9/18 rounds)

[Ozarck]

"Only if they are moving when you do it. we're tryign to keep them from starting, not stop them already in motion."