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Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [7/10 Slots]

It's a damn shame Kissu, but RL has to come first. Don't be a stranger, come visit and offer social commentary whenever you want.

Dragone Age: The Black Warden

Now this... this interests me. Always wanted a good RP for my hopelessly pessimistic dwarf.

Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [7/10 Slots]

For his part Vinzer Deling was more confused than frightened by this point. The soldiers had promised extraction, but had since led him to a secluded alleyway off the main avenue, an area with no road access for this supposed escape vehicle. The group soon stopped and began whispering to one another in a manner most suspicious. 'Where is this damn vehicle then? You boy, where are you going?' The fear began to creep back in and he jumped as one man took his shoulder reassuringly. 'There had better be a good explaina-' He never got to finish his complaint. The soldier's assault was so fast, so brutal that Deling barely felt any pain before unconsciousness claimed him. The last emotion to run through his mind was regret. Regret that hadn't hired more loyal soldiers.

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As the final blow snuffed out Deling's life, a smile crept across the mysterious woman's face. How she knew of the President's untimely demise was unclear, but for her adoring underlings her word was proof enough. 'It is time, children. Begin the takeover.' All across the city, the country, thousands of agents moved as one. Galbadian Army officers issued new orders to their confused soldiers, regional governors began to enact strange new legislation. Nothing overt, nothing out of the ordinary for the rogue state of Galbadia and yet... something new. In the heart of Deling City, the PSA agents watching the parade began to melt away into the crowds, leaving only a handful close enough to the SeeDs to keep track of them.

'It is time.'

Fallout (Yes, the game.)

If there's still space in this when it starts, I'm on it like a bloatfly on brahmin shit.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Yosup. We need some classic Glaive-style anti-tankness.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Just out of curiosity, are @Bright_Ops and @Kitsune around..?

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Corporal Celeste Stichler, Gallian Militia

If only it wasn't for all that blast armour, Celeste might have reached the first building in time to assist in clearing it. It didn't matter though, as the others had already done a good job of wiping the Imperials out and were already at the windows and flanking the enemy defences. She clunked in to the house behind the others, taking a knee by a downstairs window. One house down, three to go. Sykora was doing a good job of keeping a low profile, peering through a broken window to the next building, home to a determined rifle team. Unsurprisingly Kyo was raring to go, his sword held ready to bust down another door. Celeste was a bit nervous of that, wondering if perhaps that might alert the Imperials to their presence; so far most of the enemy forces hadn't noticed they had been flanked and the longer that lasted the better. Having Kyo smash his way through into the second house would be quick but loud and might draw unwanted attention... She agonised over the decision for a long moment before an explosion and a shrill yelp jerked her body into action. Pulling a battered Jatmoore from the ground, she came to a snap decision. 'We will check your injuries soon, but we have to keep moving. Kyo, please open that door.'

He didn't need much encouragement. All semblance of stealth abandoned, the Darcsen charged bare-arsed across the narrow street. His sword connected with the door with the force of a small car crash, sending the poor Imp who was about to open it sprawling. The rest of the team spilled in, gunning down the hapless defenders before they even know what hit them. With the enemy now undoubtedly aware of their presence, Celeste ordered the others to take up defensive positions. With a strong point behind the enemy as well as in front, the Sergeant should be able to push forward.

Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia

But of course, they had already pushed forward. The remaining Imperials were thrown into a state of panic as the wounded officer realised his situation. 'They're falling back, pour it on!' Harald kicked the nearest door open, leading a few men out into the street. With Hunt firing from behind and Stichler's team in the building on the right, the Imps only had one house left to hide in. 'Push forward!', he roared, firing wildly at the fleeing figures before them. The last building stood a bit apart from the others, with empty stalls and a shop front downstairs. Caught in the crossfire from both Gallian teams, only a handful of Imperial troops made it inside, taking up positions on the shop floor. Harald and his men made it halfway before the first shots began to ring out, sending them scurrying for cover. Surprisingly enough the enemy fire was sporadic and badly aimed, indicating either panic or retreat. The Sergeant leaned ever so slightly around the corner, trying to catch a glimpse of the area behind the building. The tell-tale chugging of an heavy engine gave it away. 'Carn! Get your fat arse up here and slot that tank! Lancers, keep him busy!' Within seconds the Imperial tank rolled around the corner, the last of the crew diving into the turret ring. They opened up with twin machine guns, raking the street with fire as the turret tracked in on Hunt's position.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Fair enough. I imagine September will be the same with me, with freshers and all. I'll get a post up now for Harald and Celeste.

Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [7/10 Slots]

In hindsight, something had been amiss for some time. The regular PSA reports were becoming less and less reliable, as though Galbadia's secret police were losing their edge. Rumblings of dissatisfaction over the Army's handling of the Dollet situation had caused a few flare-ups in conquered territories, but nothing like this... As he stared out over the rioting masses spilling into the road before him, Lifelong President Vinzer Deling felt the first prickles of fear sneaking into his heart. The Army would put this revolt down swiftly, they always did. Nevertheless, he couldn't help but feel that this was... different somehow. Fortunately his men took control immediately, the ever loyal Field Marshal organising defences and, more importantly, detailing a team to extract Deling himself. He stepped down toward the onrushing soldiers with no small amount of gravitas. 'We have orders to move you away from the plaza sir, please come with us.', the first one said. Two others took up the rear, their rifles trained on the heaving masses. 'Yes, of course soldier.', the President replied briskly. 'I assume there are contingency plans for this kind of thing, yes?' The soldier didn't reply, which Deling took to be a tacit confirmation. He never had much bothered learning the military side of things, Lerwick and his cronies had always seen to that. He wondered briefly, as the soldiers moved him along, whether the situation could have been dealt with differently if he had backed Caraway's mob and their insistence on robot security forces. These damn rebels would have never dreamt of picking a fight with a dozen of those crab-like monstrosities... Maybe a cabinet reshuffle was in order. And the PSA for that matter. Something must have slipped their net. 'Heads will roll...', he growled as they finally escaped the crowded street.

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Lining up another shot, Duncan gently squeezed the trigger. Another officer down. He hadn't answered the radio calls just yet, instead watching the crowd suspiciously. The others were right, he thought. Here and there, spots of carnage indicated where trained professionals had gotten caught up in the fighting, sometimes after being beserked, others after meeting a beserkee. It was a no-brainer that the PSA wanted to keep tabs on the situation, but to what end he could not guess. Logically they would only be watching, but he couldn't discount the gut feelings of three trained SeeDs... Duncan was about to call for a withdrawal when Xerox spoke up. His mind raced as the possibilities lined up in his mind. Implanted agents meant PSA, no surprise there, but they couldn't allow any recordings of the situation to survive. 'Xerox, do it. And make it a big one; a click and a half diameter would be good.' Pausing quickly to shoot another soldier, he switched comm channels to talk to his father. 'Kingpin, suspected outside influence. Begin pulling your men back.' He didn't wait for a reply. 'Assault Team One, execute HVT and exfil immediately. All other teams, exfil and eliminate any pursuers.' His expression hardened. 'Any pursuers, even if you think they're civs.' Once the confirmations began to come in, he rolled over and went to work disassembling his rifle. It would be a hair-raising abseil down off the arch, but he needed to get away too. He had left Eika guarding the mansion after all and didn't want to leave her waiting.

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'Sir, down this way! We have a vehicle ready to pick you up.' Syrus took the lead as Team One reached the alleyway, leading the four of them behind the buildings and into a secluded courtyard. Taking up the rear was Kein a dozen steps behind, gunning down the handful of stragglers that pursued them. When he caught up, the medic leant close and whispered to Jericho. 'I think we're far enough bro. You wanna do the honours?' It seemed only fair that a Galbadian would get to give Deling the final blow. The dictator was responsible for an even greater number of Galbadian deaths than those butchered at Dollet. Meanwhile Syrus jogged around the clearing, checking doorways and corners, all the while fighting the feeling that something terrible was about to happen...

SAO: Living in Aincrad

I'm not sure that was what was meant, but I'll roll with it.