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[MaxTheFox]

((Here's my return to GMing. I promise this one won't die quickly for real.))
The twin rotors of the CH-47 Chinook make a constant, loud chopping sound as the war machine flies over the Iranian semidesert. From the small window, you can see hills, shrubbery, and a small village or two. The sky is blue, without a single cloud visible, and overall the situation is calm. Your squad of ten US soldiers (including the pilot) is transferring to a different forward base further northwards, closer to the front line of the civil war. The southern semideserts are controlled by allied rebel forces, so surely everything will turn out fine...?

But looking sideways from your seat, in the direction of the cockpit's large window, you see a strange rippling spot in the sky, twisting and shifting unpredictably. It is unlike anything you have ever seen before in your whole life. The pilot fails to stop the helicopter quickly enough, and as the anomaly draws closer, it seems to twist more and more until it turns into a maelstrom of a vortex, its many colors changing every second, some of them indescribable and seemingly impossible, from greenish reds to blackish whites.

Fear overtakes you as the Chinook enters the vortex. The squad begins panicking as the landscape outside changes from a completely mundane desert to a tunnel of impossible colors, shapes, and patterns. The sound of the rotors is distorted as if by an amplifier, turning into an unearthly screech. This continues for a few minutes which feels like hours. Your heart pounds, and you feel motion-sick. The pilot somehow doesn't lose control.

And then, with a loud pop followed by a humming sound as well as everything seemingly going back to normal, the sights from out the window become... a jungle? And not just any familiar jungle; many of the trees are of shapes you don't recognize. You are around ten meters above the treeline. There is a strange cinnamon-like smell in the air, which quickly enters the interior of the transport chopper. The whispers and shouts of confusion and fear among your squadmates have already begun to calm down.

You've a feeling you're not in Iran anymore.
Allocate 6 points between those three stats, none can be higher than 3 or lower than 1. This will be used for internal checks and stuff. This is a singleplayer game anyhow.

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Strength:
Dexterity:
Intelligence:
What is your gender?

What is your name?

Spoiler: Inventory (the stuff that matters) (click to show/hide)

- Army pants and jacket
- Army helmet
- Ballistic vest
- Tactical gloves
- Combat boots
- Canteen (1 liter of clean water)
- Leg ammo pouch (2 magazines, each with 30 bullets)
- Assault rifle (has a shoulder sling, 30 bullets)
- Tactical knife (in sheath)
- Wristwatch
- Backpack

And last but not least... what do you do?

[TheImmortalRyukan]

I'll PTW for now

[Rockeater]

PTW

[Superdorf]

Jim Carter, male. Our nomenclatural resemblance to a certain former president earns us no end of teasing from our squadmates.
Unless we're in charge here, we do nothing and wait for orders from our ranking officer. Unless no such officer's present, anyway.

[Kilojoule Proton]

Jim Carter, male. Our nomenclatural resemblance to a certain former president earns us no end of teasing from our squadmates.
Unless we're in charge here, we do nothing and wait for orders from our ranking officer. Unless no such officer's present, anyway.

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Separately, I suggest a boring 2-2-2 stat distribution:

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Strength: 2
Dexterity: 2
Intelligence: 2

[Superdorf]

Oh, I didn't notice the stat stuff.

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Strength: 2
Dexterity: 2
Intelligence: 2

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[BlackPaladin99]

Oh, I didn't notice the stat stuff.

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Strength: 2
Dexterity: 2
Intelligence: 2

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[BlackPaladin99]

Jim Carter, male. Our nomenclatural resemblance to a certain former president earns us no end of teasing from our squadmates.
Unless we're in charge here, we do nothing and wait for orders from our ranking officer. Unless no such officer's present, anyway.

+1

[King Zultan]

Jim Carter, male. Our nomenclatural resemblance to a certain former president earns us no end of teasing from our squadmates.
Unless we're in charge here, we do nothing and wait for orders from our ranking officer. Unless no such officer's present, anyway.

+1


Separately, I suggest a boring 2-2-2 stat distribution:

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Strength: 2
Dexterity: 2
Intelligence: 2

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[NRDL]

Jim Carter, male. Our nomenclatural resemblance to a certain former president earns us no end of teasing from our squadmates.
Unless we're in charge here, we do nothing and wait for orders from our ranking officer. Unless no such officer's present, anyway.

+1


Separately, I suggest a boring 2-2-2 stat distribution:

Code: [Select]

Strength: 2
Dexterity: 2
Intelligence: 2

+1

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[Iris]

We seem to have been isekai'd into... who knows, honestly, but probably some fantasy world. I have a sneaking suspicion we are the ranking officer, or, at least, will be soon.

Wait. Observe surroundings - situational awareness is important as as a soldier. Have we taken jungle survival training? If so, put as much of that into practice as we can. Take stock of the others.

The fact that nobody seems to be significantly disturbed makes me suspicious. The pilot just flew into a magical summoning vortex and you didn't even lose control of the chopper? Check up on him. Make sure he hasn't been replaced with, like, a replicant body double or something.

I'm fully expecting shit to hit the fan soon, so we might as well be prepared for it.

(Ugh. Phone posting sucks.)

[King Zultan]

(I just realized we have water but no rations is there a reason for this, also aren't most soldiers given sidearms?)

[MaxTheFox]

Jim Carter, male. Our nomenclatural resemblance to a certain former president earns us no end of teasing from our squadmates.
Unless we're in charge here, we do nothing and wait for orders from our ranking officer. Unless no such officer's present, anyway.

+1


Separately, I suggest a boring 2-2-2 stat distribution:

Code: [Select]

Strength: 2
Dexterity: 2
Intelligence: 2

Accepted.

Jim Carter, male. Our nomenclatural resemblance to a certain former president earns us no end of teasing from our squadmates.
Unless we're in charge here, we do nothing and wait for orders from our ranking officer. Unless no such officer's present, anyway.

You sit there and wait, still trying to process the bizarre situation you are in. Staff Sergeant Noah Collins, your squad's leader, first to seemingly regain composure, orders everyone to, in his own words, "remain calm and don't panic until we figure out where the fuck are we".

Wait. Observe surroundings - situational awareness is important as as a soldier. Have we taken jungle survival training? If so, put as much of that into practice as we can. Take stock of the others.

The fact that nobody seems to be significantly disturbed makes me suspicious. The pilot just flew into a magical summoning vortex and you didn't even lose control of the chopper? Check up on him. Make sure he hasn't been replaced with, like, a replicant body double or something.

You keep looking out of the small round window upon the unfamiliar landscape. Trees, trees as far as you can see, punctuated by hills and clearings. What looks like a river cuts through the Amazonia-like thicket some distance away, though you can't quite see the water. And in the distance, beyond the hazy, misty horizon, you see what looks like a pillar of dark smoke. Whether it is a campfire or a distant volcano or something else entirely, you can't tell. Fortunately, you remember taking a jungle survival training class, long ago. You probably remember some stuff from it, hopefully. The entire squad is still present, though understandably very shaken up.
Heading to the cockpit, you question the pilot, Konnor Foster, about how on Earth he managed to not lose control. His reply is quite troubling.
"I don't know! It's as if I didn't control my fuckin' hands at all! Like some puppeteer was pulling my strings, y'know? By the way, the GPS ain't working at all and the radio's just picking up static. We have fuel for one and a half hour, tops. I'll try to find some flat ground to land on but what then?"

(I just realized we have water but no rations is there a reason for this, also aren't most soldiers given sidearms?)

You then look around the helicopter for rations, finding a dozen MREs in a box secured under one of the seats. This wasn't meant to be a long trip so they won't last the ten of you for long... also, you remember you have a pistol.

Spoiler: You (click to show/hide)

Name/Gender:
   Jim Carter/Male
Inventory:
   - Army pants and jacket
   - Army helmet
   - Ballistic vest
   - Tactical gloves
   - Combat boots
   - Canteen (1 liter of clean water)
   - Leg ammo pouch (2 magazines, each with 30 bullets)
   - Assault rifle (has a shoulder sling, 30 bullets)
   - Tactical knife (in sheath)
   - Wristwatch
   - Backpack
   - Pistol (15 bullets)
Stats:
   Strength: 2
   Dexterity: 2
   Intelligence: 2

What do you do, and do you tell Konnor to fly towards the smoke pillar?

[BlackPaladin99]

be careful.  tell the pilot to set us down somewhere high, defensible, and where we can keep an eye on the smoke.  we then get our hands on some binoculars, and after scanning our surroundings for threats, we try to ascertain more about the smoke and where its coming from. 

[Yellow Pixel]

be careful.  tell the pilot to set us down somewhere high, defensible, and where we can keep an eye on the smoke.  we then get our hands on some binoculars, and after scanning our surroundings for threats, we try to ascertain more about the smoke and where its coming from. 

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