Ok, the Team is ready. You can have a look at your ugly faces and even uglier stats:
And as for the story...
Prologue - Prague ...it begins where each and every heroic tale has to begin - in a small but busy tavern, somewhere in the city of Prague.
John Smith was enjoying his meal, consisting mostly of fine czech beer, when he was approached by a ragged person, who promptly introduced himself as Enrico Chivaldori, the
Presidente of a small country called Arulco.
-"Oh, famous and brave adventurer, would you kindly free my country of the evil bandit menace?" said he.
-"Evil? Menace? Tell me more!" Exclaimed John in drunken stupor.
-"Yes, indeed. My country is ravaged by hordes of bloodthirsty villians. They take our rice, rape our women and kill those who try to resist. My countrymen cower in fear, our children are sick, our brahmin are dying. You must find GECK!"
-"Do I really?"John wasn't sure where was this conversation leading.
-"Actually, no. You just have to kill all the bandits. We'll send some clueless idiot to find it."
-"Ah, good. Are there many of them bandits out there?"
-"Just about few hundred, maybe a tousand of hardened military men, plus a dozen of tanks. They also seem to have at least one helicopter."
-"Hmmm." John quickly did some math in his head, coming to a conclusion that he might not have enough ammo in his rifle to kill all those bastards."I might not be able to kill all those bastards alone. I think we'll have to look around and recruit some badass fellas."
-"Good, let's go then!" Enrico didn't want to waste any more time, apparently.
-"Just a second my old boy, you forgot about one thing: I'm a mercenary, I don't work for free."
-"Oh, that... I can offer you a bowl of rice, maybe?"
"Rice?" thought John while gnawing on a fat-dripping rosted steak, "I could use some rice."
-"Enrico, I think we have a deal."
Right across the street was a shooting range. John strode in confidently, and announced:
-"Hi, my name is Smith, John Smith. But you can call me Goose. Now, that we've been properly introduced, who wants to go with me on a shooting spree?"
"Me!" "Me!" "I do!" "I'll go" "Me and my wife!", the crowd was rather enthusiastic.
John and Enrico quickly scouted the few most promising
lowlifesadventurers, and headed out. Among them were:
Taniec, aka Tan, a man who spent whole his life mastering the art of shooting people with guns. Unfortunately, that didn't leave much time for learning anything else.
Aqizzar, aka Aq, a man who came to a shooting range with mortar shells in his(spacious)pockets. He also seemed to forget to bring a mortar.
James "Oldman" Antediluvian, an accomplished marksman. He was wearing a woodland camouflage, green face paint and ghillie suit included. He said that it made him less visible, despite every passerby shooting pictures of him on their mobile phones.
Jack "FullAuto" Euchre, a man of many talents, most of which involving blowing things and people up or filling them with lead at highest rpm possible.
As they were leaving for the airport, they stumbled upon a woman slaughtering a kitten with her rambo knife.
-"Wait", said Taniec, "we might need a token female character to succeed on this mission"
-"Good point" agreed Goose. "Let me handle this".
He hailed the woman, and suggested:
-"I've heard there's a lots of Bloodcats in Arulco."
-"Bloodcats? You mean the ones that
McBloodkitten tallow biscuitsTM are made of?
-"The very same."
And so Remillia Scarlett joined the party.