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[Phantom]

Argh, your head hurts...
Ah shit, where are you? There's snow, and trees, and snowy trees just branching out all over around you. It also seems fresh snow has fallen, as you're quite covered by it, and there seems to be no tracks anywhere. Another thing to note is your wounds, you have taken a shot in the leg, and you quite obviously can't run. Your equipment is also running low, considering you only have about, nine bullets or so for your rifle. Your pistol is broken to hell, though. At least you have your trusty tinderbox, and the sound of far off fighting. Extremely far off.

By the way, what was your name?

[Twi]

Name is Fredrik.
Where are we, anyways? *sigh*

[Hubris Incalculable]

name: Korpraali Akseli Partanen

[Phantom]

Right, your name is Fredrik...



As for your location, judging from memory, you might be around twenty or thirty miles away from Mannerheim line from the Soviet side.

[Fayrik]

Gather dry wood, clear some snow.

[Hubris Incalculable]

Get up out of this blasted cold snow

[Phantom]

You get up.
"Agh!"
You grunt, as your wounded leg seems to be in some pain. At least it's bandaged. Now, you go to the task of getting some wood, which is sadly just large branches you manage to break off the trees. You still hear distant sounds of fighting, but they seem to be getting closer to where you are.

[Armok]

> Tie your hands behind your back, just to give the elite platoon you'll soon be fighting alone the hint of a sporting chance.

[Ochita]

> Tie your hands behind your back, just to give the elite platoon you'll soon be fighting alone the hint of a sporting chance.

Veto

Try to hide thyself.

[Phantom]

It's kinda pointless, they're far off, and they're more preoccupied with clearing the line rather than the surrounding forest. You sigh, and lean along the tree, thinking about what to do next. Shouldn't you be trying to get back to the frontlines?

[Ochita]

Well... In our wounded state, would we be useful? Probably not.
If we make a fire, and rest until we feel better, then maybe we will go back.

[Phantom]

Fredrik sighs.
"Okay then, voices, but they have medical attention and food over there."
Fredrik begins to start a fire...
Fire set after a few minutes, and Fredrik is resting by it, with his rifle out. The sounds of fighting are beginning to creep closer at a faster rate.

[Johnfalcon99977]

(( Damn. Now that Phantom has started this, I want to start a game like it. But it has already been made, and I will never sink low enough to plagerism. ))

(( And has anyone else noticed the new increase of suggestion games? I think I started it with being the first to have a Suggestion game with a serious PLOT (Not saying does didn't exist before), but I am sure other factors caused it to rise as well.  ))

[Twi]

Question: What are we wearing? Maybe we can pass ourselves off as a civilian.
Or get POW'd.
Wait, bad idea if it's the Soviets. Try and make some sort of dwelling. Which is to say something to cover your head that's a bit more substantial than a treee.

[Taricus]

Heads back to field HQ, Grab a rifle and start sniping those reds.