HERE ARE TEH RULEZ
Sako wrote:
1. Try to keep your entries concise. A few paragraphs to a page should do nicely for the purposes of the story.
2. Don't bother including every character in your entry if it bogs down the story.
3. If you'd like for the other players to leave your character out of their entries, write yourself a good excuse and make sure whoever is following you understands not to use you.
4. If you need technical information, either google it or ask Rupe.
5. No "Cueing themes," you assholes...
Oh, and before you post here, please view
this thread.
And now to violate rule #5...
*cue music. Scenes of men running around, ducking explosions, picking up wounded, and getting shot. One getting a chainsaw shoved through his eye. A shot of Grey diving into a trench as the ground explodes behind him, and of 3rd Squad marching past the wreckage of burned out tanks, one with a chainsaw sticking out of the driver's compartment, another turned completely over and a large dildo being pulled out of the mud next to it by a tired looking woman. Fade to a bunch of tattered looking soldiers on a hill crest, one with a chainsaw, one with a huge fawking crucifix, and one with a 20' dildo slung over her back*
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Prologue: D-Day Minus Two
Men (and a few scattered women) were everywhere on the tarmac, strapping on gear, applying face paint. A small band of soldiers gathers around a priest of some sort (Mibbers, actually) who is performing a blessing on them. A woman with a red cross (not regulation paint, oddly faint and smells funny…) was strapping a can of gasoline to her back, just below the parachute. She pulled out from behind her a chainsaw and patted it lovingly, showing what the gas was intended for. Another man looked like a walking bundle of TNT, so completely was he covered in it.
This was K Company, the elite, (in)famous company of the 501st Parachute Infantry Regiment. Scraped together from the various flotsam and jetsam of the military, they were somehow formed into an effective fighting unit. Several of their officers have seen combat in other theatres.
A jeep pulled up to the tarmac where most of K company had gathered to prepare for the assault, scheduled drop in France. Stepping up on the back of the jeep in order to be seen by everyone, an unremarkable figure shouted out, “K Company! Listen up!”
Things quieted down fairly fast, and most of the assembled soldiers either looked at Captain Kyhm or moved up to hear him better. Though not exactly the most charismatic man on planet earth, he had a strong common sense that some of the vets said was a sign of someone who would make a good officer, maybe.
“The channel is clogged up with heavy fog and rainstorms, up until tomorrow. No invasion tonight!” Groans are heard at this, as well as the sound of a chainsaw revving up, “The invasion is on a 24 hour hold, and you all get to stay on standby. Company lieutenants, take charge of your platoons!”
The company spread out, doing whatever it is they wanted to do to pass the time. Not surprisingly, an argument started out almost immediately. Grey and Rand were going at it, Grey trying to convince Rand this time to leave behind a voice amplifier that Rand said was to spread communist propaganda to the workers and peasants of France.
“I don’t care if
you want to go and get yourself shot by some bloody German sniper, but you’ll call attention to all of us with that! You need to leave that shit behind, you stupid red! You’ll get us all killed!”
“Comrade, you’re sounding most
unrevolutionary today, and I must warn you, if you side with the running dogs on this issue, I’ll be forced to liberate your brains from your skulls…”
Mibbers began to walk over to attempt to mediate a truce of some sorts before the two went at it, and others began to watch the growing conflict with interest…