Byrd Man

The Calm Before the Storm

You mention 1899 and historically accurate tech, as well as us deciding aspects of our nation so that means we'd be making our own nations and not using the countries of the time period as nations?

Jungle Fever: A Vietnam War Survival RP

Bobby laid off the pig while the rest of the squad rooted through the dead dink's shit. He heard the sarge say something about AK's and ammo and looked at his own supplies.

"Shit," he said when he saw what was left.

He wasn't down to nothing, but he couldn't be as free with the fire as he liked since there was no telling how many VC fucks lay between here and the next outpost of civilization. He and Buck would have to economize what was left and he would have to aim really carefully.

"Don't fire until you see the whites of their motherfucking eyes," he said to himself before yelling to the others gathered around the dinks. "Hey, somebody get me one of their weapons. I lost my goddamn pistol when the Huey went down."

Do The Eagles Circle the Mountains?

I just imagine the rock band holding hands and going around in circles on a hill.

Historical Madness (Huge Alt History RP)

I'm aware you control it. I want to do something inside of that realm, just a small area in the deep south.

Historical Madness (Huge Alt History RP)

I think I want to try something in the US southern territory. A small country.

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

Godspeed, TTOTASTNWPOTAGP.

Jungle Fever: A Vietnam War Survival RP

The History Channel is actually showing history for a change (Shock, I know!) They've been airing their Vietnam in HD documentary series all through the evening. It's a good reference to people who might want to get a feel for the people who were effected by the war.

Do The Eagles Circle the Mountains?

Interested? Eh, kinda.

Jungle Fever: A Vietnam War Survival RP

Hiding behind cover, Bobby checked that the pig was still good. He checked the barrel for any signs of overheating. He'd heard stories about other MGs getting their sights warped from heat. So far Jack Johnson never had that problem. Motherfucker was as cool as James Brown sipping a milkshake in a snowstorm. Bobby heard the AK gunfire slow and looked at Buck. He gave him a cautious nod and Bobby checked that Jack Johnson's feed way was still loaded and the belt had enough ammo to last another round of fire. Locked and loaded, Bobby turned and aimed for where Charlie had been seconds before.

"Got something for your ass," Bobby said as he fired in three and four round bursts. "Got something for all you motherfuckers!"

He saw movement out the corner of his eye, black pajamas. He cursed and tried to turn Jack Johnson in time. But the fucker was in too close for him to properly turn and let into him.

"Nine o'clock," he yelled at Buck. "Get the motherfucker!"

Jungle Fever: A Vietnam War Survival RP

"I'm telling y'all," Bobby said just loud enough for his voice to carry to those closest to him. "The book is hard as fuck to read, but you can relate to it. Different jungle, same fucked up logic. 'It was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.' That shit sounds like something a one-star tells Congress when he justifies napalming a Dink village."

Hearing no takers, he shrugged and kept walking. By now they were use to Bobby and his bullshit. They realized he ran his mouth because that was all he could do to deal with it. Some ate their anxiety like the sarge, some shook like Buck. Bobby just couldn't shut the fuck up when he was nervous.

"Fine. Trying to enlighten you motherfuckers. Nobody wanna listen."

Bobby shifted the pig on his shoulder to keep his arms from going numb and getting tired. It had been a struggle for him to learn how to carry that thing. Shooting it was the easy part. Hell, shooting anything was the easy part of being in the Army. For him hefting that black bastard across thirty miles of jungle was a real bitch. He was still skinny in his legs and waist and chest, but his arms and neck were bulked out from the burden of the pig.