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8 yrs ago
Current Guten Taaaaag~
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8 yrs ago
Merry Early-Access Christmas, y'all. The full version will release tomorrow.
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9 yrs ago
THE WORLD IS YOUR ****ING OYSTER!
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9 yrs ago
Just Monika.
9 yrs ago
So I just played 'Doki Doki Literature Club'... All I can say is: GOD DAMN!
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Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste discerning in his choice of ramen. I'm a Canadian student currently living in Germany to do my Masters. I enjoy sports, martial arts, reading, writing, videogames and draw inspiration from all of these for my roleplays.

As for RPs, I like many different topics but only ever join one or two at a time. Any more than that, and I run out of time to write, so my quality really starts to slip. The upside of this is that I almost never drop an RP unless everyone else deserts it. If you see me apply to yours, it probably means I'm in for the long haul.

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*blink blink* we have POSTAGE! This is a nice change of pace.
I'm no GM, but I'm reasonably sure we can always use more players.
... aaaanyone else?
Evan's Post

Evan's eyes shone with excitement as the forms were handed over. This was his specialty! Mechanical jobs like this were where he excelled! With a brief shout of "Sir!", he took off running towards the APC to drive it into the garage. He had much work to do, and not nearly enough time to do it. When he pulled into the vehicle bay, he looked around and noticed that the mechanics were surprisingly less busy than usual. That was good. He was a bit early but since they didn't have many outstanding duties, they could get to work immediately.

Jumping down from the APC, he gathered the idle mechanics with a shout. "You there! Yes, you seven. Get over here, we have a lot of work to do!" When one of the mechanics protested, asking just who the hell he thought he was, he grinned and threw the bundle of forms at the man. "Your boss for the next 12 hours. Now gather 'round, here's what we have to do..."

...

Phew... Evan wiped his brow as he took a step back from the APC and examined the work in progress. They still had a few hours left in the day and the work wasn't done yet, but he had to admit the other mechanics had been doing an impressive job of keeping everything on track. The night optics got installed quickly, and the wire armour he had requested was nearly installed. The only thing left to do was to finish attaching this damn muffler, which was proving uncooperative. Damn imp piece of shit... Of course nothing Gallia had in stock fit perfectly, so he had been busy trying to jam a muffler onto an exhaust pipe a tenth of an inch too large. Crawling back under the APC he began tinkering away again. "Lets see... if we grease this spot... Come on.. Get in there you damn. Piece of... GGGHHHAAAAAAA!!" Try as he might, even with his impressive amount of strength, he could not get the muffler to settle into place. Damn it... He was going to have to get a machinist to modify this, wasn't he... Marking a few points with his chalk, Evan crawled out, cracked his back and started walking over to the machine shop. Hopefully they'd be able to get everything fixed up within a few hours, otherwise the darcsen was going to be a very unhappy man.

...

On the way back, Evan spied something unusual being carried through the shop. A pair of soldiers were carrying in an 80mm recoilless rifle with a broken stand, no doubt to be given to the machinists for repairs. ... If he didn't intercept it, that was. Calling over in a booming voice, Evan approached the two grunts. "Ho there, Soldiers, where's this rifle off to?" "Oh, uh,... the firing range, after it's stand gets fixed. The officers want us to set it up for training new recruits." Evan grinned as he reached into his pocket and retrieved another acquisition sheet. Tossing it to one of the soldiers, he replied "Not anymore. Get the machinists to put that thing on a vehicle mounting and bring it over to the APC. We need it a lot more than you." His aquisition complete, Evan went back to assisting the other mechanics with installing the last bits of wire armour. Still grinning at the fortune of being able to nab one of those rifles, he whistled a merry tune. It might not have as much punch as a lance, but it had longer range, better accuracy, and a much faster rate of fire. NOW they might stand a chance if they encountered an enemy tank.

Lukas' Post

2nd Lieutenant Lukas Glockner finished loading the ammunition into the prototype tank's turret and magazines, and began to start testing the turret's rotation and gun handleing. Good... Good... Good... Uh... That's a little stiff. Better loosen that bolt... Squad 655 was going to be deploying to test this tank out soon, and he was going to make damn sure that none of the parts he was responsible for failed. Lets see... Right, Left, Up, Down, Load, Unload... Good. Lukas ran through his drills several more times, making absolutly sure that everything was indeed 'fine', before climbing out of the turret and jumping down to the ground. A tank gunner was only as good as his gun, and he was not going to let his stellar reputation be destroyed by negligance.

As luck (or unluck) would have it, Lukas had landed just as his senior officer walked by to inspect the tank. Saluting Lieutenant Beirmann, Lukas quickly rattled off his report. "Sir! The ammunition is loaded, and the weapons and turret systems are fully functional. Everything is in order and we are ready for feild testing, Sir!" Lukas had a phenominal amount of respect for Beirmann, but also equally feared him for his reputation and senior rank. He never really spoke to the man outside of what was what it was his duty to report, so he was always a bit nervous around him.
Sorry! I got shit on by obligations.

It actually seems like I won't have much time for posting monday-thursday for the rest of the summer.

I'll post for lilly some time this weekend, I just don't know what to write for her as nothing has really happened that she could act on yet.
I'll get a post up tomorrow. Got swamped with errands when I was about to start writing tonight.

EDIT: Alright so I fucked up. Ill get a post up SOON™.
*raises hand* I'll do it.
Lilly's Post


Well at least it wasn't city combat. Lilly shivered from nervousness as they received their briefing, but was relieved to hear that they would be attacking a small village, rather than fighting room-by-room through claustrophobic city buildings and alleys. Her performance in her first battle was absolutely embarrassing, but now that she had some training, Lilly had begun to see why she had such a hard time (nerves aside, of course). Too many alleys and windows to watch split her attention and nervousness meant that her performance was unreliable in close combat, where reflexes played a significant role. A small village would mitigate this somewhat, and the fact that they finally had proper equipment to deal with tanks made her a bit more confident in their ability to succeed.

...Though if she were completely honest, she would admit that the thought of actual combat still terrified her.

The new arrivals piqued Lilly's curiosity somewhat. PFC Hunt, because he was transferred from the actual army, and PFC Macdonald for what it signified for the militia. Why would the army be giving away it's soldiers to mere militia? And why would 5th company have disbanded? The militia must be in the middle of some major restructuring to be more efficient, or that was what she allowed herself to think. In the back of her head, memories of the slaughter at Rinneheim hinted to her that it might be less about efficiency and more about lack of troops.

Evan's Post


"Cap'n!" Evan called out when Meulemann asked if the squad had any questions. "What's my APC gonna be doing? Can't drive out in the open if there's tanks, and there'll only be a few spots to stash it in a village." Evan had been thoroughly disappointed at the lack of proper armour their APC had when he inspected it. It wasn't his style to sit back and cower behind a wall, hopin' a tank wouldn't guess his position and blow a hole through both their cover and paper thin side armour. Armour was supposed to spearhead assaults, charging gloriously into combat! This Imp peice of shit, while fast, was no where near suited to that. And it bugged him.

When the two new guys introduced themselves, Evan smiled and nodded in greeting to them. More bodies to the squad was always good. Less chance of getting overrun by sheer numbers.
I'll try and get a post up tomorrow or wednesday. Really busy tonight.
Ok, I'm alive. Went home to go visit parents over the long weekend and was without a computer.

Alright, lets see what I missed...
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