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26 days ago
Current Summer break begins today!
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3 mos ago
I will continue to be one of the oldest members of this community in August.
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5 mos ago
If you are a fan of Warhammer 40,000 or Age of Sigmar, let me know. Maybe we can put together an RP. I play Ironjawz & Kruleboyz in AOS and Salamanders & Drukhari in 40K.
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2 yrs ago
Happy holidays, everyone!
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2 yrs ago
Summer break is almost over. Back to work/school and all that non-fun stuff.
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I am a veteran of the United States Army and the US Army National Guard. I spent three years on Active Duty serving in the 4th Infantry Division (Mechanized) at Ft. Carson, CO, and the 3rd Armor Division at Kirch Göns, West Germany. I spent 18 years in the Army National Guard with the 26th Infantry Division "Yankee" and 29th Infantry Division (Light), "The Blue and the Gray". I was deployed to Bosnia-Herzegovina with the 29th ID (L) in 2001 - 2002. I have also been reading military history articles and books since I was 10 years old. I do prefer Military Role Plays over all other genres, primarily because I have a vast knowledge of the subject including personal experiences. At the very least, my characters are always veterans.

I have been writing for pleasure for at least 35+ years but only got into forum-based Role Playing about eighteen years ago. I do enjoy Nation Role Plays and get into minute detail when designing my military. The only reason I enjoy excruciating detail in my militaries is because for me, it is fun. My education and experience on this subject afford me the insight to see the depth of the structure. It is not just a General and a large pile of soldiers. If someone wants assistance in designing an army, navy, or air force, please send me a PM. I will help. Please specify what level (echelon) or depth you would like me to go. When I say echelon, I mean Army, Corps, Division, Brigade/Regiment, Battalion/Squadron, Company/Troop/Battery, Platoon, and Squad/Section.

When I was a student in High School, I used to play Dungeons & Dragons. Recently, I have been DMing a 5e campaign of my creation for my son and his friends. 5e is so much less cumbersome than earlier editions of D&D. I do have an interest in Tolkien-esque fantasy-styled Role Plays as well. Time travel has always been a fun genre for me, but to do it well, one must have a firm grasp of historical facts.

There are only a few fanfictions I will participate in; Star Wars and Star Trek are two of them. I want to do an exclusively Klingon RP one of these days. I also avoid Canon characters.

I have real-world martial arts experience. I would love to write an RP about hand-to-hand combat, no fantasy magic chit, just hands elbows, knees, and feet. Maybe the occasional head butt thrown in to mix things up. I trained in Krav Maga for six and a half years. I earned a first-degree black belt in Krav Maga on 3 June 2017.

Krav Maga is an Israeli martial art form that employs practical self-defense techniques drawing forms & techniques from Muay Thai, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and Taekwando. It is very brutal, demanding, and aggressive. During the seven years I trained, I have bruised two ribs, sustained several muscle pulls, and various lacerations and bruises over my body. I have received a sprained ankle and a fractured wrist. Before the first black belt test, I received a bone bruise to my right shin; where my roundhouse kicks impact. Yet, I am stupid enough to continue training. [Regardless of the physical pain, it is more fun than any other physical activity I have engaged in. Fortunately, the bone bruise healed up prior to the third and final test. EDIT: I did leave the sport over five years ago. :(]

Over two years ago I completed my first novel, a science fiction set in the 24th century. It focuses on a Private Military Corporation solely employed by the earth government. I started a second book in November 2022 and hope to work on that this summer when I have more time.

Send me a PM for a Role Play or if you would like to see what sort of an army I could build for you.

--Gunther (AKA: Old School)



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@Gunther Haha, I wasn't the one to PM him! So I have no idea what the idea is, friend.

Pardon my confusion.

I sent him the PM. Based on Master Crim's response to your post, his use of the word, "similar" prompted me to think you had a "similar" idea to his or mine. Now I see it was, Master Crim was simply referring to the fact that my idea was similar to his own. But since, mine takes place 10 years before his and his idea moves beyond the place technologically speaking where I left off, it would not make sense to blend them. But I will create a character who was previously employed by a company I created known as Alamo Scouts.
Formal interest here.

On another note, I am now curious what @Mysaren's idea was? Was he looking at an RP idea similar to my Alamo Scouts venture?
Just lurking. ;)
Love Corporal Dingo's post.
Hello darkness my old friend...

...I've come to talk with you again.
Come on Hector! fight, brother, fight!
Does anyone have an issue with me moving the entire team 500 meters closer to the objective? As a team, it is best we stay together, at least until Yuumi identifies an elevated, distant support position that provides her cover and concealment.
Jean watched his teammates prepare for this mission. He wondered what they were all about. He had never gone into a training operation with soldiers he did not know, let alone a combat operation against an elite branch of a foreign military. This was pure suicide. He giggled at the idea. Fortunately, the volume of the aircraft's engine was such that no one could hear him. That thought reminded him to check his ear piece. He adjusted it to insure it was properly seated.

As they neared the LZ, he realized it would be better to not wear the baseball cap. He removed it from his head, folded it neatly and slipped it inside his left thigh cargo pocket. Next he checked his M4. The selector lever was on safe and magazine was seated in the well. He had not yet chambered a round. That was a safety precaution for the aircraft. Pilots and crew chiefs frowned on grunts who put holes in their toys. He remembered sitting outboard on a French NH90 with the doors open of course. The crew chief left personal gear, an olive drab bag on the floor near his seat. His boots were coated in clumps of mud. Jean took the opportunity to wipe his muddy feet on the bag. He giggled at that thought too.

Jean paid attention to the woman named Eliss. She sounded a lot like a man he knew by the name Joubert in the Legion. Joubert grew up in Canterbury, about 35 miles southeast of London. Jean could not remember his real name. Maybe he never knew it? Fuck it. That bloke bought it in Cote d'Ivorie, four years ago.

Map. Oh, what he wouldn't give for a topographical map or at least a digital representation of the terrain they were going into. Need high ground for the sniper. Jean looked at Yuumi. She certainly looked capable. At least she was gung ho enough to get her feet wet. She appeared to be confident. Maybe this was going to be better than he expected. Then he heard the bit about the Russian Spetsnaz. He'd spent some time with them in Africa. They were crazy, yes, but no more than he and his Légionnaires. A person had to be slightly over the deep end to get themselves mixed up in crazy shit like this.

'What do these other three squads consist of? How many men per squad? Who are they? Are they like this lot? Unprepared and ready to die? What weapon systems are they carrying? Do any of them have breaching charges?' The thoughts continued to rattle through Jean's brain. He had so many questions, too many to ask in the short time remaining before their skids hit the LZ. 'Why a Chinook? Are the Americans involved? I expected a British craft, a Lynx or maybe even a German craft, but not American. But then hey. Maybe the Brits or even the French have a few Chinooks kickin' around. Besides, it was probably better to have a large aircraft like this with all these over sized Christmas presents we got. This doesn't make sense. A breaching charge would be nice. I'd rather make my own door than enter by a door the defenders are already aware of. Any type of explosives would be nice. What about perimeter security? We should isolate the objective with one or two squad-sized ambushes. Taking two dozen guys who don't know each other into a place defended by sixty or more elite commandos is ridiculous. But with four squads, there are barely enough people to set up the necessary ambush sites on any roads leading into this compound.' The questions swirled around his head. Jean could make no sense of it.

Then his thoughts brought him back to his comrades, 'Who were these fuckers? Tavish MacIntyre sounds Scottish. Yuumi sounds and looks Japanese...but there is something more? Russian? Wouldn't make sense to have a Russian on the team if we were fighting against Russians. She has to be Japanese. Hector Slade. Got it. On second thought, I'd rather not know these people. They are all going to be dead soon anyway. Me too for that matter. Dead men walking, that's us. The Grave Digger Squad.'

They neared the LZ, Jean pulled out his Night Vision Goggles from his pack. He pulled the balaclava up over his head, then slipped the NVGs over his head. He could still hear the earpiece and the NVGs were in a position to be used properly. He tipped them up so he could use his eyes in the red glow of the interior of the Chinook.

Finally, Jean broke in across the comms, "Mr. MacIntyre. If you survive, I'll take you up on that drink." As the six would-be Foxhound soldiers raced off the ramp of the CH-47 Helicopter, Jean swore he could hear old Tupac humming in his ears. "At least they have decent music tastes on this flight crew; none of that hill-billy crap."

The six Foxhound recruits exited the aircraft and assumed a three hundred and sixty degree perimeter, taking a knee, peering down the barrels of their weapons in the darkness pointing outward. Jean pulled the NVGs down over his eyes insuring they were turned on. He scanned their current Area of Operations (AO), the insertion point and most probable extraction point as they began stepping off in the proper direction. They had a four click movement to reach their objective.

After moving approximately five hundred meters, the team halted in a column formation with weapons pointing outward. The point man keeping his or her weapon pointed in the direction of travel and the trail person pointed in the direction they just came from. The team would wait for at least fifteen minutes to become accustomed to the sights, sounds and smells of the battlefield. The sound of the helicopter's rotors still buzzed in his ears. It was a traditional method practiced by every army in the world. The worst thing you could do is be surprised and have the mission to tits up so soon. Afterall, stealth was a critical task for the Foxhounds. Or so he was told.
Good post, juju.
The music segued appropriately into the "Apocalypse Now" reference. It was boat load better than any of that Tu Pac Crap.



'Damascus. Shit. I'm still only in Damascus. Every time I think I'm going to wake up back in the sandbox. When I was home after my first tour, it was worse. I'd wake up and there'd be nothing. When I was here, I wanted to be there and when I was there all I could think of was getting back into the sandpit. I've been here a week now. Waiting for a mission. Getting softer. Every minute I stay in this room, I get weaker and ever minute Muj [Mooj] squats in the desert he gets stronger. Each time I looked around, the walls move in a little tighter.' [-Adapted from Apocalypse Now]
I modified my post slightly to reflect the current time. I initially posted the sun was up, but apparently it is 0100 hours -- dark.
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