I probably just worded it in a weird way. Happens more often than I'd like. Sometimes it's hard for me to get the meaning of my sentences just right. :P
Either way, the questy stuff is important but I'm not sure I like the village being plundered. It's a bit standard place stuff for RP's like these and I feel like being original, haha. How about we make it into a proper saga though. We're in the village, and get to be sent on an epic queste of sorts?
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If we are marked to die, we are enough
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires;
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart. His passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse.
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
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Nono, what I was saying was exactly that: I dont want the travel, fight, travel, fight as it becomes boring quickly.
Depends what flavor you- I mean my enemy is.
Or roasting the bodies of your enemies.
Murican engineering!
FUCK YEA!
FUCK YEA!
How about we play out the raid before this whole ordeal, basically the characters on a ship sailing from place to place to raid stuff? Don't know how interesting it would be.. it would probably turn into ''fight at location x, sail to location y, fight at location y, sail to location z..''
Pvt. Nathaniel Jennison, Anti-Tank Rifleman of the 1st battalion, 5th Marine Regiment.
Insertion into Camp Spear.
Nathaniel looked along the horizon, looking for any traces of human activity. Aside from the occasional splattering of poppy fields, there was no real sign of human activity. But Nathaniel knew just as well as any other that they were here. Likely, their flight route was already being passed along through cellphones, going from one farmer to the other until it reached someone of some actual importance. And even those people were not really important, captains of sorts. There were thousands of them, likely. They were like cockroaches, for every one you take out of the fight, another one rises just as quickly. The bad part was that these men did not really care, either. They were fighting for their God, Allah, after all. In heaven there would be virgins waiting for them, so death was meaningless. In some ways, atleast. They didn't dive into death just to get to the virgins. It didn't matter though. They were to be taken out, these pawns of the real terrorists, the dictators and warcriminals. In reality, Nathaniel felt he was as much a pawn as these ''soldiers of Allah'' except he wasn't fighting for his God, but for his president. Nobody believed they were here just to promote justice, democracy and freedom. But this whole ordeal, the entire reason he enlisted, was something much different for Nathaniel. It was about honor, protecting and doing what none other wish to do. In some ways, Nathaniel was still idealistic, but that would probably be blunted away from him in this war as well.
He awoke from thought by the pilot alerting them that they were aproximately 10 minutes away from the camp. After that he got welcomed to Hot Hell, which Nathaniel guessed was the nickname for this area. He nodded absently at the staff sergeant, who was also the squad leader. Jennison hadn't had much time to get acquainted with his team, as he arrived a bit later than the others and got put straight in the helicopter. The least he got in was a “Hey, I'm Nathaniel.” before they took off. But he figured just about now was the right time to let his voice be heard. He faced towards the Staff Sergeant, directing the question at him. “Staff Sergeant, sir. Can I ask what the expectance is for the amount of combat on this mission, or how likely it is we get to be under attack at Camp Spear? Don't get me wrong, I'd prefer to fight them where you choose the terrain, where you can decide when and how to attack. But I wish to be prepared when they dó attack Camp Spear. And do we have any idea about what types of armaments they have, besides the standard stuff?” Maybe his tone was a bit too formal, as he wasn't speaking to a drill sergeant here, and Staff Sergeant Bishop didn't seem to make a point out of it to be formal to his crew either.
Insertion into Camp Spear.
Nathaniel looked along the horizon, looking for any traces of human activity. Aside from the occasional splattering of poppy fields, there was no real sign of human activity. But Nathaniel knew just as well as any other that they were here. Likely, their flight route was already being passed along through cellphones, going from one farmer to the other until it reached someone of some actual importance. And even those people were not really important, captains of sorts. There were thousands of them, likely. They were like cockroaches, for every one you take out of the fight, another one rises just as quickly. The bad part was that these men did not really care, either. They were fighting for their God, Allah, after all. In heaven there would be virgins waiting for them, so death was meaningless. In some ways, atleast. They didn't dive into death just to get to the virgins. It didn't matter though. They were to be taken out, these pawns of the real terrorists, the dictators and warcriminals. In reality, Nathaniel felt he was as much a pawn as these ''soldiers of Allah'' except he wasn't fighting for his God, but for his president. Nobody believed they were here just to promote justice, democracy and freedom. But this whole ordeal, the entire reason he enlisted, was something much different for Nathaniel. It was about honor, protecting and doing what none other wish to do. In some ways, Nathaniel was still idealistic, but that would probably be blunted away from him in this war as well.
He awoke from thought by the pilot alerting them that they were aproximately 10 minutes away from the camp. After that he got welcomed to Hot Hell, which Nathaniel guessed was the nickname for this area. He nodded absently at the staff sergeant, who was also the squad leader. Jennison hadn't had much time to get acquainted with his team, as he arrived a bit later than the others and got put straight in the helicopter. The least he got in was a “Hey, I'm Nathaniel.” before they took off. But he figured just about now was the right time to let his voice be heard. He faced towards the Staff Sergeant, directing the question at him. “Staff Sergeant, sir. Can I ask what the expectance is for the amount of combat on this mission, or how likely it is we get to be under attack at Camp Spear? Don't get me wrong, I'd prefer to fight them where you choose the terrain, where you can decide when and how to attack. But I wish to be prepared when they dó attack Camp Spear. And do we have any idea about what types of armaments they have, besides the standard stuff?” Maybe his tone was a bit too formal, as he wasn't speaking to a drill sergeant here, and Staff Sergeant Bishop didn't seem to make a point out of it to be formal to his crew either.
Blubaron45 said
Yes, I did thank you. My father and I got to test-drive a fricken Tesla! It was awesome!
Don't Tesla's catch fire randomly, lol :P
Better than no IC :). I think it was actually quite good and long enough. Opening posts are always hard.
Zhmer, might I ask who plays Dimitri? Wanna run something through with whoever does.
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