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An occurrence provokes the fourth squad plot..​
[EVENT] ** The distant sound of rotors cuts through the soupy humidity. An aircraft homing in on your location. The speakers crackle again, somebody important on board it seems. They won't be long. **

Nearby, members of the fourth squad stands by. The majority of them still remain surprisingly enough but presently Stark, Conners, and King mill about.

PVT. S. King: S' that a chopper?
SGT. M. Stark: Yeah. Think so.
PVT. S. King: Cool shit.
PFC. Frank Person: There it is.
PFC. Frank Person: Wonder who's on board.
SGT. M. Stark: Think it's the president?
PVT. S. King: The president?
PFC. Frank Person: Coming to this shit hole?
(PFC. Parker) ** Parker is running, camera in hand. **
PVT. S. King: Hell, I hope so.
SGT. M. Stark: Better go check it out.
PVT. S. King: Yep.
PVT. S. King: Les' go K.
PVT. S. King: Who's that..?

The trio approaches the helipads, staring onto a gathering and officers huddled by the newly landed chopper. There's chatter and an underhanded conversation among it all.

SGT. M. Stark: How far do you think those things can go?
SGT. M. Stark: The choppers, I mean.
PVT. S. King: I hope she's come, n' uhh..
PVT. S. King: I'd say they could fly across this whole country.

The helicopter takes off just as fast as it arrived.

PFC. Frank Person: Motherfucker's leaving us all here to die.
SGT. Thomas Healy: What was this all about, exactly?
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: I have no idea.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] Farker.
PFC. Parker: [YELL] Sir?
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] I said Farker, not Parker.
PFC. Parker: [YELL] Oh, nevermind!
PFC. Parker: Helicopter is loud.
PVT. S. King: Good ol' Parker.

2nd Lt. M. Smith: [YELL] Scatter. Do your damn jobs!
** 1stLT Dominick Dowell opens the dossier, again. He slides a paper out, reading it.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: Wait, Smith.
** 2nd Lt. M. Smith shoos the men.**
** 2nd Lt. M. Smith looks over.**
SFC. Joque Kurtz: [YELL] Hey! You heard the damn Officer.
SFC. Joque Kurtz: [YELL] Get a move on!
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] No.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] Stay.
PVT. S. King: [WHISPER] Think it's our paychecks?
SGT. M. Stark: [WHISPER] Dunno.
SFC. Joque Kurtz: Pff.
[L] ** 2nd Lt. M. Smith motions Kurtz back.**
PFC. Parker: Is that the letter from the pope? We all goin' home?
** 2nd Lt. M. Smith laughs.**
PVT. S. King: The Pope ended the war?
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] It is the letter from God himself. We're headin' home, men.
PFC. K. Conners: Ah' shi'!
SGT. M. Stark: [WHISPER] What the fuck.
PVT. S. King: Heeey..
** Applause, everywhere! **
PVT. S. King: [WHISPER] What's the catch, y' know?
PVT. Steve Young: [WHISPER] Wait for the catch...
PVT. S. King: [WHISPER] I'm waitin'..
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] I have never seen such a group of fine men like yous. Sticking together - even after countless deaths of our own.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] There ain't a catch.
** SGT. M. Stark leans on the sandbags while he listens to Dowell's speech. He doesn't seem convinced.

[EVENT] ** As the helicopter leaves the base to fade into the horizon exactly the last thing you wanted to witness happens. From the treeline a single missile screams into the air. The flash of light and distant pop some seconds later confirms it. Chopper hit. Chopper down. The crunch of metal reaching you like a faded echo. **

PVT. S. King: Shit, man..
PVT. Steve Young: [WHISPER] And there is the fucking catch.
PVT. S. King: [WHISPER] Motherfucker, man. We lost our pilot on the day we got orders to go home.
SGT. M. Stark: [WHISPER] There's only one other fucking chopper out of this place.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] ... shit. Gear up, men.
SGT. M. Stark: [WHISPER] King?
PVT. S. King: [WHISPER] Yeah?
SGT. M. Stark: [WHISPER] You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?
PVT. S. King: [WHISPER] I ehh..
** PVT. S. King swallows, hard. He rubs at the back of his head from beneath his helmet.
PVT. S. King: [WHISPER] I 'unno..
** SGT. M. Stark nods to King, "Maybe I'm going crazy."
SGT. M. Stark: Let's gear up.
PVT. S. King: Yeah..
PVT. S. King: Let's do that.

Later on in the day, 4th squad lays in wait by a nearby compound. Orders are to cover those moving in while support is called in. (basically unedited, just the raw cut of the ending)

[EVENT] ** Distant pops and cracks fill the horizon, and over even them the rising throb of a helicopter on approach. They must be near, must be firing at it, but it holds steady. Evac is on the way. **

PFC. Aaron Whitefield: Man fuck this war, fuck these fuckers..
PVT. S. King: H-Hey..
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: Just sit tight.
PVT. S. King: Y' hear that..?
PFC. K. Conners: Hear that?
PFC. K. Conners: Hoh' shit!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: Huh? They're comin?!
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] Wooo-ee!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: God fuckiun damn! I hope that's for ys!
SGT. M. Stark: Let's wait to see if it doesn't get shot down.
SGT. M. Stark: We might uh...have to silence the LT and them.
PVT. S. King: I dunno, Sarge.. I dunno..
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: ...-Healy.
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: Fuck those LT's man they'll court us!
PVT. S. King: I ain't wantin' to kill nobody..
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: Where is Healy?
PVT. Steve Young: Uh...
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: You've killed gooks they ain't no diffrent.
PVT. S. King: Healy? I ain't seen him, 'Cruz..
SGT. M. Stark: If we get back home we're probably gonna get put down.
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: ...-fuck.
PVT. S. King: We'll see, man.. We'll see..
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: I ain't goin to jail either.
PVT. Steve Young: Fuck the LTs man.
PFC. K. Conners: I don't want to kill no one.
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: Fuck them!
PFC. K. Conners: Not any of ours.
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: He ain't ours man!
SGT. M. Stark: I'm gonna fucking do it.
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: He sent us to slaughter!
PVT. S. King: No- no, s' a last resort plan..
PVT. Steve Young: Yeah!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: He killed McCraw!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: He killed all of them man
** SGT. Alejandro Delacruz remains silent.
PVT. S. King: We don't /know/ that!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: He killed them! He sent us here!
PVT. S. King: Command sent us here!
SGT. M. Stark: I can understand if you don't want to ice him.
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: He is command!
SGT. M. Stark: We need to do this or we're all toast.
PVT. Steve Young: Fuck Command!
PVT. S. King: I don't fuckin' know Sarge.. We'll see.
** SGT. M. Stark pushes up to his feet.
PVT. S. King: Just don't make it your primary mission 'ere..
SGT. M. Stark: Let's do this.
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: I'm not goin to jail or bein discharge man.
PVT. S. King: Our goal's t' leave and get everyoneo ut alive.
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: There's our way home.
WO Ashley Vickers: [YELL] STAY BACK
1st Lt. Samuel Farker: [YELL] Stay where you are!
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] Y'alright?
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] Fuck you! We're getting on that chopper!
PVT. S. King: [YELL] Fuck's this?!
PFC. K. Conners: Oh, fuckin' 'ell.
1st Lt. Samuel Farker: [YELL] You are, but you are waiting there for clearence!
PVT. S. King: What the fuck..
PVT. S. King: Hold fire, man..
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] Fuck clearance!
WO Ashley Vickers: [YELL] You had your chance. Wait your turn, chickenshits!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: [YELL] Fuck you!
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: Shoot em.
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] All you've done is let us fucking die out here!
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] Delacruz! You're OK!
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] GO FUCK YOURSELF!
PVT. S. King: [YELL] You're leavin' us?!
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] Hey, fuck you, we've been through just the same as you fuckers!
WO Ashley Vickers: [YELL] We'll send another back!
PVT. S. King: Healy's up there..
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] BULLSHIT!
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: [YELL] I'm fine!
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] C'MON BOYS!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: [YELL] FUCK YOU!
PVT. Steve Young: [YELL] Like fuck you will!
WO Ashley Vickers: [YELL] Don't do nothing stupid, man.
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] You signed up for this!
PVT. S. King: [YELL] You're the ones bein' stupid!
WO Ashley Vickers: [YELL] We got WIlly pete up here! Bad way to die!
1st Lt. Samuel Farker: [YELL] If you move, I will shoot you dead. Every. Single. One of you.
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] We had our youth taken from us!
SFC. Joque Kurtz: [YELL] What the fuck is going on?
WO Ashley Vickers: [YELL] SO DID WE
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] You're all fucking retarted! We just spent god knows how long shooting gooks, and now you're all ready to shoot each other!
PVT. S. King: [YELL] There's room enough for all of us.. R-Right? So, c'mon!
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] Guys, c'mon!
PVT. S. King: [YELL] What Healy said, man!
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] I'm not letting another one of us get fucking iced so you guys can go home and send more of us out there!
WO Ashley Vickers: [YELL] We'll come back for you.
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] Guns down, we're all Americans here!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: [YELL] I ain't dying here!
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] We ain't the fucking gooks!
PVT. S. King: I don't fuckin' know man..
PVT. S. King: Even if we go, we might get killed.
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] If there's a chopper, we're getting on it! End of story!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: [YELL] Gooks fucked up in not killing you.
PVT. S. King: Let's get inside.. We can't stand in the open, y' know?
PFC. K. Conners: They're really leavin' us.
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] Rush it! Do or die!"
PVT. S. King: Th-
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] So, about that.
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] Farker's an asshole.
PVT. S. King: Now we don't have a reason to shoot each other..
SFC. Joque Kurtz: [YELL] The fuck was that?
** PVT. S. King steps up to Stark, raising a hand to the barrel of his AK. He attempts to lower it.
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] He planned on fucking leaving you.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] Men. Lower your weapons.
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] Well, there you go.
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] And uh. He left us too.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] It's - it's fuckin-...
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] There's the greed of fuckin' America at it's finest.
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: [YELL] FUCKING HELL!
PVT. S. King: [YELL] You see our fuckin' point now assholes?!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: [YELL] We shoulda done it!
PVT. S. King: [YELL] He left /all/ of us back while you were bein' greedy fucks!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: [YELL] WE SHOULDA DONE IT!
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] The fuckin' money men of wall street, and the war mongers down at Capital Hill, they fuckin' doomed us.
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] All I fucking said was that you're all idiots for wanting to shoot each other, Farker included.
** SGT. M. Stark sends a shoulder into King, "I'm doing this!"
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] Fuckin' get inside.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] You should've came with us.
** PVT. S. King backs off of the Sergeant, insisting, "C'mon man- we need them!"

[EVENT] ** The evac chopper loads up, well over its passenger limit, limping off from the base. Another comes behind, quickly in tow, peppered on its underbelly, the shots visibly pinging off the metal, coming down at the last possible moment. **

PVT. S. King: We're in this together now, whether we like it or not!
SGT. M. Stark: We'll see about that!
SFC. Joque Kurtz: [YELL] Get up here!
PVT. S. King: [YELL] We're comin' in!
SFC. Joque Kurtz: [YELL] There's more!
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] Get your asses up here.
PVT. S. King: Wrong way.
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] I swear to god if Farker didn't call enough choppers for all of us.
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] Next one isn't leaving without us!
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: Oh my god.
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: I could fucking kiss you.
SFC. Joque Kurtz: [YELL] Get in! Get in!
** PVT. L. Shaw looks shellshocked and fucked up.
SPC. Martin Lindon: [YELL] Get in!
SGT. Thomas Healy: Let's fucking go.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] In. In.
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: [YELL] EVERYONE IN!
PVT. S. King: Get in guys..
PVT. S. King: Same side..
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] King, get on in!
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] Quick!
SFC. Joque Kurtz: Might need a third, Ell Tee.
PVT. S. King: [YELL] Where?!
[L] ** 1stLT Dominick Dowell gets in.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: Farker called it in..

[EVENT] ** As the last of the soliders fits into the seemingly impossibly cramped space the final chopper takes into the air. **

I think that 4th Squad had an amazing story arc in all, which is sadly too taxing to condense and fit into here. The members who survived the first day of the event developed a fierce sense of loyalty to one another after surviving through so much and eventually plotted to desert/overthrow the leadership to get out of the twisted hell that they'd been placed in. It got especially tense in the end, with all the guns and arguments being raised, and so it wrapped up in a way that I found fitting. Major props to all those involved, shout-out to the active 4th squad guys for the experience:

@Rionas - SGT M. Stark
wester wester - PFC. K. Conners
Bumble Bumble - PVT. H. 'Able' McGraw
@zap430 - PFC. J. Smith
and whoever happened to play PFC. A. Whitefield

Hope the next RR can be just as compelling!
 
Raklo said:
An occurrence provokes the fourth squad plot..​
[EVENT] ** The distant sound of rotors cuts through the soupy humidity. An aircraft homing in on your location. The speakers crackle again, somebody important on board it seems. They won't be long. **

Nearby, members of the fourth squad stands by. The majority of them still remain surprisingly enough but presently Stark, Conners, and King mill about.

PVT. S. King: S' that a chopper?
SGT. M. Stark: Yeah. Think so.
PVT. S. King: Cool shit.
PFC. Frank Person: There it is.
PFC. Frank Person: Wonder who's on board.
SGT. M. Stark: Think it's the president?
PVT. S. King: The president?
PFC. Frank Person: Coming to this shit hole?
(PFC. Parker) ** Parker is running, camera in hand. **
PVT. S. King: Hell, I hope so.
SGT. M. Stark: Better go check it out.
PVT. S. King: Yep.
PVT. S. King: Les' go K.
PVT. S. King: Who's that..?

The trio approaches the helipads, staring onto a gathering and officers huddled by the newly landed chopper. There's chatter and an underhanded conversation among it all.

SGT. M. Stark: How far do you think those things can go?
SGT. M. Stark: The choppers, I mean.
PVT. S. King: I hope she's come, n' uhh..
PVT. S. King: I'd say they could fly across this whole country.

The helicopter takes off just as fast as it arrived.

PFC. Frank Person: Motherfucker's leaving us all here to die.
SGT. Thomas Healy: What was this all about, exactly?
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: I have no idea.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] Farker.
PFC. Parker: [YELL] Sir?
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] I said Farker, not Parker.
PFC. Parker: [YELL] Oh, nevermind!
PFC. Parker: Helicopter is loud.
PVT. S. King: Good ol' Parker.

2nd Lt. M. Smith: [YELL] Scatter. Do your damn jobs!
** 1stLT Dominick Dowell opens the dossier, again. He slides a paper out, reading it.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: Wait, Smith.
** 2nd Lt. M. Smith shoos the men.**
** 2nd Lt. M. Smith looks over.**
SFC. Joque Kurtz: [YELL] Hey! You heard the damn Officer.
SFC. Joque Kurtz: [YELL] Get a move on!
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] No.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] Stay.
PVT. S. King: [WHISPER] Think it's our paychecks?
SGT. M. Stark: [WHISPER] Dunno.
SFC. Joque Kurtz: Pff.
[L] ** 2nd Lt. M. Smith motions Kurtz back.**
PFC. Parker: Is that the letter from the pope? We all goin' home?
** 2nd Lt. M. Smith laughs.**
PVT. S. King: The Pope ended the war?
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] It is the letter from God himself. We're headin' home, men.
PFC. K. Conners: Ah' shi'!
SGT. M. Stark: [WHISPER] What the fuck.
PVT. S. King: Heeey..
** Applause, everywhere! **
PVT. S. King: [WHISPER] What's the catch, y' know?
PVT. Steve Young: [WHISPER] Wait for the catch...
PVT. S. King: [WHISPER] I'm waitin'..
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] I have never seen such a group of fine men like yous. Sticking together - even after countless deaths of our own.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] There ain't a catch.
** SGT. M. Stark leans on the sandbags while he listens to Dowell's speech. He doesn't seem convinced.

[EVENT] ** As the helicopter leaves the base to fade into the horizon exactly the last thing you wanted to witness happens. From the treeline a single missile screams into the air. The flash of light and distant pop some seconds later confirms it. Chopper hit. Chopper down. The crunch of metal reaching you like a faded echo. **

PVT. S. King: Shit, man..
PVT. Steve Young: [WHISPER] And there is the fucking catch.
PVT. S. King: [WHISPER] Motherfucker, man. We lost our pilot on the day we got orders to go home.
SGT. M. Stark: [WHISPER] There's only one other fucking chopper out of this place.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] ... shit. Gear up, men.
SGT. M. Stark: [WHISPER] King?
PVT. S. King: [WHISPER] Yeah?
SGT. M. Stark: [WHISPER] You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?
PVT. S. King: [WHISPER] I ehh..
** PVT. S. King swallows, hard. He rubs at the back of his head from beneath his helmet.
PVT. S. King: [WHISPER] I 'unno..
** SGT. M. Stark nods to King, "Maybe I'm going crazy."
SGT. M. Stark: Let's gear up.
PVT. S. King: Yeah..
PVT. S. King: Let's do that.

Later on in the day, 4th squad lays in wait by a nearby compound. Orders are to cover those moving in while support is called in. (basically unedited, just the raw cut of the ending)

[EVENT] ** Distant pops and cracks fill the horizon, and over even them the rising throb of a helicopter on approach. They must be near, must be firing at it, but it holds steady. Evac is on the way. **

PFC. Aaron Whitefield: Man fuck this war, fuck these fuckers..
PVT. S. King: H-Hey..
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: Just sit tight.
PVT. S. King: Y' hear that..?
PFC. K. Conners: Hear that?
PFC. K. Conners: Hoh' shit!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: Huh? They're comin?!
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] Wooo-ee!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: God fuckiun damn! I hope that's for ys!
SGT. M. Stark: Let's wait to see if it doesn't get shot down.
SGT. M. Stark: We might uh...have to silence the LT and them.
PVT. S. King: I dunno, Sarge.. I dunno..
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: ...-Healy.
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: Fuck those LT's man they'll court us!
PVT. S. King: I ain't wantin' to kill nobody..
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: Where is Healy?
PVT. Steve Young: Uh...
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: You've killed gooks they ain't no diffrent.
PVT. S. King: Healy? I ain't seen him, 'Cruz..
SGT. M. Stark: If we get back home we're probably gonna get put down.
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: ...-fuck.
PVT. S. King: We'll see, man.. We'll see..
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: I ain't goin to jail either.
PVT. Steve Young: Fuck the LTs man.
PFC. K. Conners: I don't want to kill no one.
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: Fuck them!
PFC. K. Conners: Not any of ours.
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: He ain't ours man!
SGT. M. Stark: I'm gonna fucking do it.
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: He sent us to slaughter!
PVT. S. King: No- no, s' a last resort plan..
PVT. Steve Young: Yeah!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: He killed McCraw!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: He killed all of them man
** SGT. Alejandro Delacruz remains silent.
PVT. S. King: We don't /know/ that!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: He killed them! He sent us here!
PVT. S. King: Command sent us here!
SGT. M. Stark: I can understand if you don't want to ice him.
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: He is command!
SGT. M. Stark: We need to do this or we're all toast.
PVT. Steve Young: Fuck Command!
PVT. S. King: I don't fuckin' know Sarge.. We'll see.
** SGT. M. Stark pushes up to his feet.
PVT. S. King: Just don't make it your primary mission 'ere..
SGT. M. Stark: Let's do this.
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: I'm not goin to jail or bein discharge man.
PVT. S. King: Our goal's t' leave and get everyoneo ut alive.
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: There's our way home.
WO Ashley Vickers: [YELL] STAY BACK
1st Lt. Samuel Farker: [YELL] Stay where you are!
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] Y'alright?
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] Fuck you! We're getting on that chopper!
PVT. S. King: [YELL] Fuck's this?!
PFC. K. Conners: Oh, fuckin' 'ell.
1st Lt. Samuel Farker: [YELL] You are, but you are waiting there for clearence!
PVT. S. King: What the fuck..
PVT. S. King: Hold fire, man..
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] Fuck clearance!
WO Ashley Vickers: [YELL] You had your chance. Wait your turn, chickenshits!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: [YELL] Fuck you!
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: Shoot em.
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] All you've done is let us fucking die out here!
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] Delacruz! You're OK!
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] GO FUCK YOURSELF!
PVT. S. King: [YELL] You're leavin' us?!
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] Hey, fuck you, we've been through just the same as you fuckers!
WO Ashley Vickers: [YELL] We'll send another back!
PVT. S. King: Healy's up there..
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] BULLSHIT!
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: [YELL] I'm fine!
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] C'MON BOYS!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: [YELL] FUCK YOU!
PVT. Steve Young: [YELL] Like fuck you will!
WO Ashley Vickers: [YELL] Don't do nothing stupid, man.
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] You signed up for this!
PVT. S. King: [YELL] You're the ones bein' stupid!
WO Ashley Vickers: [YELL] We got WIlly pete up here! Bad way to die!
1st Lt. Samuel Farker: [YELL] If you move, I will shoot you dead. Every. Single. One of you.
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] We had our youth taken from us!
SFC. Joque Kurtz: [YELL] What the fuck is going on?
WO Ashley Vickers: [YELL] SO DID WE
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] You're all fucking retarted! We just spent god knows how long shooting gooks, and now you're all ready to shoot each other!
PVT. S. King: [YELL] There's room enough for all of us.. R-Right? So, c'mon!
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] Guys, c'mon!
PVT. S. King: [YELL] What Healy said, man!
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] I'm not letting another one of us get fucking iced so you guys can go home and send more of us out there!
WO Ashley Vickers: [YELL] We'll come back for you.
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] Guns down, we're all Americans here!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: [YELL] I ain't dying here!
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] We ain't the fucking gooks!
PVT. S. King: I don't fuckin' know man..
PVT. S. King: Even if we go, we might get killed.
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] If there's a chopper, we're getting on it! End of story!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: [YELL] Gooks fucked up in not killing you.
PVT. S. King: Let's get inside.. We can't stand in the open, y' know?
PFC. K. Conners: They're really leavin' us.
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] Rush it! Do or die!"
PVT. S. King: Th-
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] So, about that.
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] Farker's an asshole.
PVT. S. King: Now we don't have a reason to shoot each other..
SFC. Joque Kurtz: [YELL] The fuck was that?
** PVT. S. King steps up to Stark, raising a hand to the barrel of his AK. He attempts to lower it.
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] He planned on fucking leaving you.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] Men. Lower your weapons.
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] Well, there you go.
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] And uh. He left us too.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] It's - it's fuckin-...
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] There's the greed of fuckin' America at it's finest.
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: [YELL] FUCKING HELL!
PVT. S. King: [YELL] You see our fuckin' point now assholes?!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: [YELL] We shoulda done it!
PVT. S. King: [YELL] He left /all/ of us back while you were bein' greedy fucks!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: [YELL] WE SHOULDA DONE IT!
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] The fuckin' money men of wall street, and the war mongers down at Capital Hill, they fuckin' doomed us.
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] All I fucking said was that you're all idiots for wanting to shoot each other, Farker included.
** SGT. M. Stark sends a shoulder into King, "I'm doing this!"
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] Fuckin' get inside.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] You should've came with us.
** PVT. S. King backs off of the Sergeant, insisting, "C'mon man- we need them!"

[EVENT] ** The evac chopper loads up, well over its passenger limit, limping off from the base. Another comes behind, quickly in tow, peppered on its underbelly, the shots visibly pinging off the metal, coming down at the last possible moment. **

PVT. S. King: We're in this together now, whether we like it or not!
SGT. M. Stark: We'll see about that!
SFC. Joque Kurtz: [YELL] Get up here!
PVT. S. King: [YELL] We're comin' in!
SFC. Joque Kurtz: [YELL] There's more!
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] Get your asses up here.
PVT. S. King: Wrong way.
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] I swear to god if Farker didn't call enough choppers for all of us.
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] Next one isn't leaving without us!
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: Oh my god.
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: I could fucking kiss you.
SFC. Joque Kurtz: [YELL] Get in! Get in!
** PVT. L. Shaw looks shellshocked and fucked up.
SPC. Martin Lindon: [YELL] Get in!
SGT. Thomas Healy: Let's fucking go.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] In. In.
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: [YELL] EVERYONE IN!
PVT. S. King: Get in guys..
PVT. S. King: Same side..
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] King, get on in!
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] Quick!
SFC. Joque Kurtz: Might need a third, Ell Tee.
PVT. S. King: [YELL] Where?!
[L] ** 1stLT Dominick Dowell gets in.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: Farker called it in..

[EVENT] ** As the last of the soliders fits into the seemingly impossibly cramped space the final chopper takes into the air. **

I think that 4th Squad had an amazing story arc in all, which is sadly too taxing to condense and fit into here. The members who survived the first day of the event developed a fierce sense of loyalty to one another after surviving through so much and eventually plotted to desert/overthrow the leadership to get out of the twisted hell that they'd been placed in. It got especially tense in the end, with all the guns and arguments being raised, and so it wrapped up in a way that I found fitting. Major props to all those involved, shout-out to the active 4th squad guys for the experience:

@Rionas - SGT M. Stark
wester wester - PFC. K. Conners
Bumble Bumble - PVT. H. 'Able' McGraw
@zap430 - PFC. J. Smith
and whoever happened to play PFC. A. Whitefield

Hope the next RR can be just as compelling!
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rest in peace McGraw, Norwood, Parker, Madison, and everyone else. we did good, boys.
 
It was a shame that I didn't come on because I was holding out for some rp that never came and just gave me a massive headache.

Fuck me. At least Baker had a good run. What happened to the Mix?
 
Raklo said:
An occurrence provokes the fourth squad plot..​
[EVENT] ** The distant sound of rotors cuts through the soupy humidity. An aircraft homing in on your location. The speakers crackle again, somebody important on board it seems. They won't be long. **

Nearby, members of the fourth squad stands by. The majority of them still remain surprisingly enough but presently Stark, Conners, and King mill about.

PVT. S. King: S' that a chopper?
SGT. M. Stark: Yeah. Think so.
PVT. S. King: Cool shit.
PFC. Frank Person: There it is.
PFC. Frank Person: Wonder who's on board.
SGT. M. Stark: Think it's the president?
PVT. S. King: The president?
PFC. Frank Person: Coming to this shit hole?
(PFC. Parker) ** Parker is running, camera in hand. **
PVT. S. King: Hell, I hope so.
SGT. M. Stark: Better go check it out.
PVT. S. King: Yep.
PVT. S. King: Les' go K.
PVT. S. King: Who's that..?

The trio approaches the helipads, staring onto a gathering and officers huddled by the newly landed chopper. There's chatter and an underhanded conversation among it all.

SGT. M. Stark: How far do you think those things can go?
SGT. M. Stark: The choppers, I mean.
PVT. S. King: I hope she's come, n' uhh..
PVT. S. King: I'd say they could fly across this whole country.

The helicopter takes off just as fast as it arrived.

PFC. Frank Person: Motherfucker's leaving us all here to die.
SGT. Thomas Healy: What was this all about, exactly?
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: I have no idea.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] Farker.
PFC. Parker: [YELL] Sir?
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] I said Farker, not Parker.
PFC. Parker: [YELL] Oh, nevermind!
PFC. Parker: Helicopter is loud.
PVT. S. King: Good ol' Parker.

2nd Lt. M. Smith: [YELL] Scatter. Do your damn jobs!
** 1stLT Dominick Dowell opens the dossier, again. He slides a paper out, reading it.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: Wait, Smith.
** 2nd Lt. M. Smith shoos the men.**
** 2nd Lt. M. Smith looks over.**
SFC. Joque Kurtz: [YELL] Hey! You heard the damn Officer.
SFC. Joque Kurtz: [YELL] Get a move on!
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] No.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] Stay.
PVT. S. King: [WHISPER] Think it's our paychecks?
SGT. M. Stark: [WHISPER] Dunno.
SFC. Joque Kurtz: Pff.
[L] ** 2nd Lt. M. Smith motions Kurtz back.**
PFC. Parker: Is that the letter from the pope? We all goin' home?
** 2nd Lt. M. Smith laughs.**
PVT. S. King: The Pope ended the war?
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] It is the letter from God himself. We're headin' home, men.
PFC. K. Conners: Ah' shi'!
SGT. M. Stark: [WHISPER] What the fuck.
PVT. S. King: Heeey..
** Applause, everywhere! **
PVT. S. King: [WHISPER] What's the catch, y' know?
PVT. Steve Young: [WHISPER] Wait for the catch...
PVT. S. King: [WHISPER] I'm waitin'..
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] I have never seen such a group of fine men like yous. Sticking together - even after countless deaths of our own.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] There ain't a catch.
** SGT. M. Stark leans on the sandbags while he listens to Dowell's speech. He doesn't seem convinced.

[EVENT] ** As the helicopter leaves the base to fade into the horizon exactly the last thing you wanted to witness happens. From the treeline a single missile screams into the air. The flash of light and distant pop some seconds later confirms it. Chopper hit. Chopper down. The crunch of metal reaching you like a faded echo. **

PVT. S. King: Shit, man..
PVT. Steve Young: [WHISPER] And there is the fucking catch.
PVT. S. King: [WHISPER] Motherfucker, man. We lost our pilot on the day we got orders to go home.
SGT. M. Stark: [WHISPER] There's only one other fucking chopper out of this place.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] ... shit. Gear up, men.
SGT. M. Stark: [WHISPER] King?
PVT. S. King: [WHISPER] Yeah?
SGT. M. Stark: [WHISPER] You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?
PVT. S. King: [WHISPER] I ehh..
** PVT. S. King swallows, hard. He rubs at the back of his head from beneath his helmet.
PVT. S. King: [WHISPER] I 'unno..
** SGT. M. Stark nods to King, "Maybe I'm going crazy."
SGT. M. Stark: Let's gear up.
PVT. S. King: Yeah..
PVT. S. King: Let's do that.

Later on in the day, 4th squad lays in wait by a nearby compound. Orders are to cover those moving in while support is called in. (basically unedited, just the raw cut of the ending)

[EVENT] ** Distant pops and cracks fill the horizon, and over even them the rising throb of a helicopter on approach. They must be near, must be firing at it, but it holds steady. Evac is on the way. **

PFC. Aaron Whitefield: Man fuck this war, fuck these fuckers..
PVT. S. King: H-Hey..
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: Just sit tight.
PVT. S. King: Y' hear that..?
PFC. K. Conners: Hear that?
PFC. K. Conners: Hoh' shit!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: Huh? They're comin?!
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] Wooo-ee!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: God fuckiun damn! I hope that's for ys!
SGT. M. Stark: Let's wait to see if it doesn't get shot down.
SGT. M. Stark: We might uh...have to silence the LT and them.
PVT. S. King: I dunno, Sarge.. I dunno..
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: ...-Healy.
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: Fuck those LT's man they'll court us!
PVT. S. King: I ain't wantin' to kill nobody..
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: Where is Healy?
PVT. Steve Young: Uh...
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: You've killed gooks they ain't no diffrent.
PVT. S. King: Healy? I ain't seen him, 'Cruz..
SGT. M. Stark: If we get back home we're probably gonna get put down.
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: ...-fuck.
PVT. S. King: We'll see, man.. We'll see..
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: I ain't goin to jail either.
PVT. Steve Young: Fuck the LTs man.
PFC. K. Conners: I don't want to kill no one.
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: Fuck them!
PFC. K. Conners: Not any of ours.
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: He ain't ours man!
SGT. M. Stark: I'm gonna fucking do it.
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: He sent us to slaughter!
PVT. S. King: No- no, s' a last resort plan..
PVT. Steve Young: Yeah!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: He killed McCraw!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: He killed all of them man
** SGT. Alejandro Delacruz remains silent.
PVT. S. King: We don't /know/ that!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: He killed them! He sent us here!
PVT. S. King: Command sent us here!
SGT. M. Stark: I can understand if you don't want to ice him.
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: He is command!
SGT. M. Stark: We need to do this or we're all toast.
PVT. Steve Young: Fuck Command!
PVT. S. King: I don't fuckin' know Sarge.. We'll see.
** SGT. M. Stark pushes up to his feet.
PVT. S. King: Just don't make it your primary mission 'ere..
SGT. M. Stark: Let's do this.
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: I'm not goin to jail or bein discharge man.
PVT. S. King: Our goal's t' leave and get everyoneo ut alive.
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: There's our way home.
WO Ashley Vickers: [YELL] STAY BACK
1st Lt. Samuel Farker: [YELL] Stay where you are!
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] Y'alright?
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] Fuck you! We're getting on that chopper!
PVT. S. King: [YELL] Fuck's this?!
PFC. K. Conners: Oh, fuckin' 'ell.
1st Lt. Samuel Farker: [YELL] You are, but you are waiting there for clearence!
PVT. S. King: What the fuck..
PVT. S. King: Hold fire, man..
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] Fuck clearance!
WO Ashley Vickers: [YELL] You had your chance. Wait your turn, chickenshits!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: [YELL] Fuck you!
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: Shoot em.
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] All you've done is let us fucking die out here!
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] Delacruz! You're OK!
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] GO FUCK YOURSELF!
PVT. S. King: [YELL] You're leavin' us?!
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] Hey, fuck you, we've been through just the same as you fuckers!
WO Ashley Vickers: [YELL] We'll send another back!
PVT. S. King: Healy's up there..
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] BULLSHIT!
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: [YELL] I'm fine!
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] C'MON BOYS!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: [YELL] FUCK YOU!
PVT. Steve Young: [YELL] Like fuck you will!
WO Ashley Vickers: [YELL] Don't do nothing stupid, man.
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] You signed up for this!
PVT. S. King: [YELL] You're the ones bein' stupid!
WO Ashley Vickers: [YELL] We got WIlly pete up here! Bad way to die!
1st Lt. Samuel Farker: [YELL] If you move, I will shoot you dead. Every. Single. One of you.
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] We had our youth taken from us!
SFC. Joque Kurtz: [YELL] What the fuck is going on?
WO Ashley Vickers: [YELL] SO DID WE
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] You're all fucking retarted! We just spent god knows how long shooting gooks, and now you're all ready to shoot each other!
PVT. S. King: [YELL] There's room enough for all of us.. R-Right? So, c'mon!
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] Guys, c'mon!
PVT. S. King: [YELL] What Healy said, man!
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] I'm not letting another one of us get fucking iced so you guys can go home and send more of us out there!
WO Ashley Vickers: [YELL] We'll come back for you.
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] Guns down, we're all Americans here!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: [YELL] I ain't dying here!
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] We ain't the fucking gooks!
PVT. S. King: I don't fuckin' know man..
PVT. S. King: Even if we go, we might get killed.
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] If there's a chopper, we're getting on it! End of story!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: [YELL] Gooks fucked up in not killing you.
PVT. S. King: Let's get inside.. We can't stand in the open, y' know?
PFC. K. Conners: They're really leavin' us.
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] Rush it! Do or die!"
PVT. S. King: Th-
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] So, about that.
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] Farker's an asshole.
PVT. S. King: Now we don't have a reason to shoot each other..
SFC. Joque Kurtz: [YELL] The fuck was that?
** PVT. S. King steps up to Stark, raising a hand to the barrel of his AK. He attempts to lower it.
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] He planned on fucking leaving you.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] Men. Lower your weapons.
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] Well, there you go.
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] And uh. He left us too.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] It's - it's fuckin-...
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] There's the greed of fuckin' America at it's finest.
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: [YELL] FUCKING HELL!
PVT. S. King: [YELL] You see our fuckin' point now assholes?!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: [YELL] We shoulda done it!
PVT. S. King: [YELL] He left /all/ of us back while you were bein' greedy fucks!
PFC. Aaron Whitefield: [YELL] WE SHOULDA DONE IT!
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] The fuckin' money men of wall street, and the war mongers down at Capital Hill, they fuckin' doomed us.
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] All I fucking said was that you're all idiots for wanting to shoot each other, Farker included.
** SGT. M. Stark sends a shoulder into King, "I'm doing this!"
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] Fuckin' get inside.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] You should've came with us.
** PVT. S. King backs off of the Sergeant, insisting, "C'mon man- we need them!"

[EVENT] ** The evac chopper loads up, well over its passenger limit, limping off from the base. Another comes behind, quickly in tow, peppered on its underbelly, the shots visibly pinging off the metal, coming down at the last possible moment. **

PVT. S. King: We're in this together now, whether we like it or not!
SGT. M. Stark: We'll see about that!
SFC. Joque Kurtz: [YELL] Get up here!
PVT. S. King: [YELL] We're comin' in!
SFC. Joque Kurtz: [YELL] There's more!
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] Get your asses up here.
PVT. S. King: Wrong way.
SGT. Thomas Healy: [YELL] I swear to god if Farker didn't call enough choppers for all of us.
SGT. M. Stark: [YELL] Next one isn't leaving without us!
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: Oh my god.
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: I could fucking kiss you.
SFC. Joque Kurtz: [YELL] Get in! Get in!
** PVT. L. Shaw looks shellshocked and fucked up.
SPC. Martin Lindon: [YELL] Get in!
SGT. Thomas Healy: Let's fucking go.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: [YELL] In. In.
SGT. Alejandro Delacruz: [YELL] EVERYONE IN!
PVT. S. King: Get in guys..
PVT. S. King: Same side..
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] King, get on in!
PFC. K. Conners: [YELL] Quick!
SFC. Joque Kurtz: Might need a third, Ell Tee.
PVT. S. King: [YELL] Where?!
[L] ** 1stLT Dominick Dowell gets in.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: Farker called it in..

[EVENT] ** As the last of the soliders fits into the seemingly impossibly cramped space the final chopper takes into the air. **

I think that 4th Squad had an amazing story arc in all, which is sadly too taxing to condense and fit into here. The members who survived the first day of the event developed a fierce sense of loyalty to one another after surviving through so much and eventually plotted to desert/overthrow the leadership to get out of the twisted hell that they'd been placed in. It got especially tense in the end, with all the guns and arguments being raised, and so it wrapped up in a way that I found fitting. Major props to all those involved, shout-out to the active 4th squad guys for the experience:

@Rionas - SGT M. Stark
wester wester - PFC. K. Conners
Bumble Bumble - PVT. H. 'Able' McGraw
@zap430 - PFC. J. Smith
and whoever happened to play PFC. A. Whitefield

Hope the next RR can be just as compelling!
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4th squad best squad.
Really loved our dynamic, felt like it could've been its own game tbh.
Looking forward to the next RR!

ED - Oh yeah some of you guys who were in the RR should post like 'where are they now' blurbs in the RR screenshots thread with a picture of your character, just to tie the knot!
 
Tuxxy said:
4th squad best squad.


ED - Oh yeah some of you guys who were in the RR should post like 'where are they now' blurbs in the RR screenshots thread with a picture of your character, just to tie the knot!
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YOU STOLE MY IDEA
 
Wizard said:
It was a shame that I didn't come on because I was holding out for some rp that never came and just gave me a massive headache.

Fuck me. At least Baker had a good run. What happened to the Mix?
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I'm sure our story would be more entertaining if we had all been able to make it on Saturday, and had the full squad online on Sunday. Since everyone but three of us couldn't attend the finale, I'm going with the explanation that the absent ones died during Sunday's missions. Healy and Person survived, and Delacruz was made the leader of 3rd Squad. He survived as well, but he got caught up in the whole desertion thing. While there isn't a clear story arc for the entirety of the Mix, I enjoyed the individual changes in each of the characters over the course of the event. I'm looking forward to seeing if any of the others post "where are they now" blurbs. I'll probably put one up after I think of a good way for Healy to have spent the rest of his life.

Sunday was 48 minutes ago and writing about it in the past tense feels weird.
 
Pvt. Baker was last seen in his bunk, a purple heart medal in his lap and he was probably crying over Larkson's death until he got shipped home.

Like hell he'd lose contact with the surviving members of the mix as well.
 
Parker's death:
** Parker is limping around, scared, bloody, cold. **
** Some Gook comes flying out of the bush! He's got some ancient gat trained on him. **
PFC. Parker: No!
PFC. Parker: Noooo!
PFC. Parker: Please!
** Parker's face is muddy, puffed up. Wet. He's clinching onto his arm, but he's covered in blood. He's shaking. More than his voice is. His eyes are cold, tired. **
Nguy Lien: ...-ah-ah.
Nguy Lien: GI alone.
** Parker's hands are up, his helmet in his right hand! **
Nguy Lien: You cry. Baby!
** That unforgiving gook fires a shot into his kneecap. **
** PFC. Parker falls forward, a scream of pain. Blood curling, peeling the paint off the walls. Something from an old horror movie.
PFC. Parker: [YELL] ACGH! O-- Oh god!
Nguy Lien: [YELL] Haha! Haha!
PFC. Parker: P-- Please, no...
(Nguy Lien) ** He steps forward real slow-like. The gat's one-handed and held out to touch his forehead with the steel. **
PFC. Parker: I ju-- I helped yo-- Your people a- At our base...
** He says, weakly. **
PFC. Parker: He- A young boy, I gave him wa-- *Sniff* Water.
PFC. Parker: F- Food.
** There's no mercy. Lien never took into account the idea that Parker would've gone on to be a grown man with a family, aspirations, hobbies. The Vietnam War wasn't one for that kind of thinking, and nor was Lien. He takes the shot and cackles all the way. **
** Parker falls dead, mid sentence. He was too young to know anything of his adult life. He didn't even have a kill to his name. Just a camera and the kill of the art. Nothing more. He believed in peace of men, and through that his pictures of the terror would end this war. His body is nothing more than to grow cold, turn into soil. **
** Looks like he won't be getting that Nat Geo spot. Lien maybe in the far-off future would regret this day and maybe even ending Parker's life. Maybe. But for now he's content unzipping and unleashing a stream of golden piss all over his leaking body. **
Nguy Lien: [YELL] Haha! Haha!
** Parker couldn't fight it, what else could he do? Maybe in the after life he would see a better fate. **
** Somewhere in the field, a Gook cackles. There's a screech, and some inhuman babbling. It's American. No doubt an execution just took place. **

Somehow, a picture makes it's way to the community post-it board, where everyone put their pictures. Late at night, maybe? Did someone sneak in? Who knows. Nothing more was found with this picture other than some dog tags on the board with it.

PFC PARKER
JAMES, M
FP186752325
A POS
CATHOLIC

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2LT A. O'Hara's torture​
* 2LT A. O'Hara repeats " O'Hara, six-five-seven-three-zero. United states Army."
** Binh Zon gives him a hefty wack on the right knee with the bat. He means business. "Why! I not want to know name!"
** 2LT A. O'Hara yelps out in pain, wheezing abit after that " O'Hara!...six-five-seven-three-zero..United states army!"
** Binh Zon's eyes squint a little bit, shaking his head to the man. He barks out again. "You think I play?" He says, gruff. Though his voice obviously young.
** 2LT A. O'Hara takes a moment to recover himself, exhaling heavily, repeating it again.
(Binh Zon) ** He looks to the table of sharp objects, and then back to the man. "I give you wan more chance. You say that again and you not make it so easy." **
** 2LT A. O'Hara widens his eyes at the objects on the table, turning his head at the shots after.
Binh Zon: [YELL] YOU HURRY NOW!
** Binh Zon takes of a position to once again swing, but not yet swinging.
** 2LT A. O'Hara looks back to Binh " Sounds like they're coming guy, might want to start running while you can." he says in a hurried tone.
** Binh Zon wacks him, this time on the shoulder. "They come here, you already destroy what we have why care!? WHY CARE?"
** Binh Zon throws the bat on the ground at that.
** 2LT A. O'Hara grunts, clenching his teeth as the bat makes contact.
** Binh Zon takes hold of the shank in a rush, holding it tight. "You tell me NOW! I kill you before your men come!"
** 2LT A. O'Hara gulps, wobbling on the chair abit.
(Binh Zon) ** Without another word, hearing the shots coming closer Binh yanks the man from his chair, attempting his hardest to hold the wounded as a shield. **
Chu Bao An: [YELL] You stop dog!
(1stLT Dominick Dowell) ** Two men comes up the stairs. Their weapons are aimed at the ong. **
1stLT Dominick Dowell: You stop, you stupid fuckin' dog.
(Binh Zon) ** Binh was in the midst of grabbing O'Hara. **
1stLT Dominick Dowell: I want a name of all the men that stayed behind.
(2LT A. O'Hara) ** THe LT is tied to the chair, the attempt to grab him in in vain as he weighs too much. **
** SPC. Martin Lindon takes a shot at Binh while he's in the process.
(Binh Zon) ** Binh is hit! He falls forward with the changes of force coming his way, the man being heavy, the bullet hitting him. **
1stLT Dominick Dowell: Those who have stayed behind and disobeyed my orders will be discharged from the Army.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: We have more men then them. WE have the officer.
** 2LT A. O'Hara flinches at the shot and looks over to the others '' Oh thank god." he states , a sigh of relief.
(Binh Zon) ** Binh lay motionless on the ground. **
1stLT Dominick Dowell: Dowell to FOXTROT-3, requesting evac north of FOB location, into the city.
** SPC. Martin Lindon heads downstairs.
** 1stLT Dominick Dowell aims his weapon at Binh's head. He frowns, and lowers it.
** 2LT A. O'Hara looks up to Dowell, abit roughed up " They have me tied to this thing, help me out of here."
** 1stLT Dominick Dowell slings his weapon. He reaches over to the knife that's on the table, and cuts him loose.
** 2LT A. O'Hara moves his arms back around. Standing himself up and rubs his wrists " Alright, how are we getting out of here?"
1stLT Dominick Dowell: I called EVAC.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: Let's go.
** 2LT A. O'Hara looks down at the man below him as he passes by, following the first LT.
** 1stLT Dominick Dowell takes his helmet off, and tosses it to the floor. He grabs the cong's hat and puts it on.
** 2LT A. O'Hara narrows his eyes at the decision, walking off.
(Binh Zon) ** As the two walk off, over the once thought dead Binh's body, Binh slides from his belt a silver, shiny revolver. As the two walk away they hear a couple clicks. **
(Binh Zon) ** Click! Click, click! It's empty! **
** 1stLT Dominick Dowell already reached the staircase. He looks to the vietnamese man.
** 2LT A. O'Hara perks his head up abit as he looks back towards Binh as he hears the clicks. Taking a moment to register what's happening.
1stLT Dominick Dowell: .. damn.
1st Lt. Samuel Farker: [YELL] Dowell, get the hell up here!
** 1stLT Dominick Dowell slides his revolver out.
(Binh Zon) ** Click, click-- BANG! **
2LT A. O'Hara: C'mon, lets go. Let-
(PVT. Lucas Anderson) [EVENT] ** Distant pops and cracks fill the horizon, and over even them the rising throb of a helicopter on approach. They must be near, must be firing at it, but it holds steady. Evac is on the way. **
(Binh Zon) ** The revolver, just one shot in it to be used for a gruesome torture is fired off. Hitting the one who drew his own revolver. **
1st Lt. Samuel Farker: [YELL] DOWELL!
Pvt.J.White: [YELL] MY FUCKIN' EAR!
** 1stLT Dominick Dowell gets shot - straight on his cast. Holy shit - you just made him a future amputee! He screams, "Oh- OH SHIT!" Dowell yells, raising his revolver immediately in reaction.
(1stLT Dominick Dowell) ** He stumbles back, of course. **
** 2LT A. O'Hara flinches at the shot, bringing his hands up up to cover his head in response. Looking up to see the LT getting shot in the cast.
(Binh Zon) ** Binh reacts not after that. The shank he held previously is lodged in his lower stomach. With his last moments he atleast managed to bring some honor back to his people. **
** 1stLT Dominick Dowell shakes. He fires off his revolver - BANG! A bullet soars through the air, towards Zon.
[L] (1stLT Dominick Dowell) [EVENT] ** Two loud bangs emits from the nearby building. **
SPC. Martin Lindon: Uh-...
(Binh Zon) ** Zon is killed instantly, his body going limp. He drops the revolver, being too heavy for his weak arms at this point. It's over, done. His legacy to never be named again. **
1stLT Dominick Dowell: ... oh - oh... fuck. I'm shot, god damnit.
** 2LT A. O'Hara looking back to the Specialist who appeared " Get the lieutenant to to the chopper, lets go!"
** 1stLT Dominick Dowell lowers his hand, the one holding the revolver. He stares at his shot cast, grumbling.
** SPC. Martin Lindon blinks, ready to grab Dowell if he fell into him, "Uh... can you walk?"
(1stLT Dominick Dowell) ** Not grumbling - screaming in a shut mouth. **
 
Lindon goes on to be promoted by Dowell for charging into battle with him, and later dies trying to disarm a trap in a cave, only two short months later.
 
im afraid its not vietnam but it's still the random roleplay quotes thread so i'm assuming it goes here

[L] (Roxanne Cuevas) [EVENT] ** There's a faint rumble from the sky. **
Officer Ellis Kimber: 'Hope they're okay.
Officer Ellis Kimber: What about you? Husband, parents?
(sleeping bags fall from the sky)
** Officer Ellis Kimber kneels down, picking up the rolled up sleeping bag granted to him from the Gods. The cop handles the heavenly bag with care.
Officer Nicole Montes: Divorced. Parents, dunno'.
[PM from Roxanne Cuevas] ** You feel a sense of hope in you, as if granted by the stolen bag. (+1 Endurance ; receive an additional melee bonus against enemies when within 20 yards of The Church zone.)


** Officer Nicole Montes straightened out her bag over the floor, out of the way of the door. Once she was satisfied, she took off her button up and unzipped her bag as well, settling in. Oddly enough, she kept her shoes on. Always prepared. "What about you? Family?"
** Officer Ellis Kimber kneels down, slipping off his work shoes, laying them down next to the sleeping bag. Then, he goes to his all-season duty jacket, unzipping it and tossing it over the bag. Ellis also undoes his own uniform top, keeping the black NYPD-issue undershirt on, as well as pretty much everything else, speaking as he does.
Officer Ellis Kimber: Family? Yeah-.. Like I said, my brother n' his daughter down in Georgia, my grandparents are also down there. My parents, though.. They're up'n Massachusetts, by Gloucester.
** Officer Ellis Kimber fits himself into his sleeping bag, laying on his back as he looks up at the roof.
[L] (Roxanne Cuevas) [EVENT] ** "What is this," asks God. **

i don't know who you were oocly god, but thanks for looking out for me and keeping me on the right path
 
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Vincent Palmieri: Ey, I got a real hair emergency here, baby. I need you to fix this mess up!

Aaron Rodriguez: Ay, count on me amigo! I got this shit whatda you need?

** Aaron Rodriguez turns back to Vincent he seems as clueless as a catfish, " What is it man?"

Vincent Palmieri: Just don't tell nobody about how bad I messed this up, dig? It's a real emergency.

Aaron Rodriguez: Na, na! Trust me!

** Vincent Palmieri points at his hair. "The grease, man. I put...somethin' else in instead, when I was topping it up. My hair's turned into concrete, daddy-o! It ain't washin' out! Bricksville, baby!

** Aaron Rodriguez stares at the mans hair for a moment, he really does seem lost. " Ay, fuck man! Why're you putting concrete in your hair? Damn man! Alright, alright let's try and get that shit out.
 
** There's a commotion heard outside, snapping branches and rustling foot steps, before Marcus can be heard yelling "Fuckers got me, help, Theo, get out here!" **

Theodore Evans: [YELL] What!

Colton Wallace: [YELL] "We gotta' help him."

Theodore Evans: [YELL] They got him!

** Colton Wallace looked to Marcus, "I'm-- I was in nursing school, I can help him!"

Theodore Evans: He's bit, man!
Theodore Evans: He's BIT!

Colton Wallace: "Oh... Oh /no/."

** Marcus Green managed to wrestle himself free but blood streams from a bite mark on his forearm. "God damnit, fucker bit me, son of a BITCH was hiding in the tree-" he collapses against the fence, more out of panic and shock. The impllication soon starts to dawn on them.


Theodore Evans: He's bit!
Theodore Evans: ..god-damn, man!
Theodore Evans: Marc!

Colton Wallace: "Just... just... it's okay."

Theodore Evans: What the hell, I thought you were right behind us!

** Marcus Green looks up at them, a hand pressed to the bite on his arm. "Get me a fuckin- it was hiding in the damn tree, lept out at me! Get me a fuckin' rag, I need something to staunch the bleeding!"


Theodore Evans: A rag ain't gonna help you, man!
Theodore Evans: You're gonna turn!
Theodore Evans: You got bit, motherfucker! BIT!
Theodore Evans: You know what happens when you get bit!

** Marcus Green seems to be begging with them already, he looks down at Theo's handgun with a fearful stare, and back up to him. "Your old man and I served in Nam, Theo! The fuck are you talkin about!"

** Colton Wallace frowned heavily and looked towards Theodore, "He'll be... It's okay, I'll get him the rag."

Theodore Evans: [YELL] You got BIT!

** Shambling was heard as Colton pushed around for a rag. **

Theodore Evans: [YELL] You saw what happened to fuckers who got bit!
Theodore Evans: [YELL] They turn into them!

** Theodore Evans points at the zombie.
** Theodore Evans quickly grabs onto Coltons shoulder, looking to pull him back.

Marcus Green: It's just a scratch, just knicked me with a tooth, it's nothing, see?!

Theodore Evans: Stay away from him!

** Colton Wallace looked torn and kept his distance but still tossed a rag at Marcus anyway.

Theodore Evans: Marcus, man. What the hell!

Colton Wallace: "Tie it around-- like a tourniquet."

** Marcus Green peels a hand back from the fresh wound, it's definitely not just a scratch, there's an entire set of teeth marks embedded in the man's ashy forearm, blood streams down and starts to dot the snow under him. He scrambles for the rag and starts to fasten it, using his teeth to help tie it. "This is all fuckin wrong, I swear, Im good, I wont turn! I feel fine!"

** Theodore Evans looks at the bloodied up wound, " He sunk his entire jaw into you, man! I saw it! " he stepped back a few paces, and slowly began to raise his firearm. " You're gonna turn, man! You're gonna turn! " he yelled out, his finger creasing over the trigger.

** Colton Wallace stepped back, "Just-- just wait for him to turn then... let's try to stay calm, and let him think back on good times."

Marcus Green: [YELL] Don't fuckin' do it, Theo. I saved your old man's life, that gook mother fucker woulda had him if not for me. This is how you repay me? This is how you remember him?!

Theodore Evans: [YELL] I'm not gonna let you turn into one of them, Marcus!

Marcus Green: [YELL] Just leave me , leave me here! Y'all got a new home! Leave me be!

Theodore Evans: [YELL] You got bit, you know what happens!
Theodore Evans: [YELL] You've seen it!

** Theodore Evans struggles to lower his firearm, he looked towards Colton. " God damn, man. "

Colton Wallace: "Marcus... we'll... we'll check back for you in a few hours."
Colton Wallace: "But it might be best that you stay here just... just incase. You know? It wouldn't do well on us if we... if we brought you in and you turned."

** Colton Wallace fidgeted slightly.

** Marcus Green wipes tears away from his eyes, the saline co-mingles with the puddle of blood pooling under him. His shoulders rock, the last year catches up with him all at once. He just buries his face in his hands for a moment, cursing and swearing between breaths. "Just fuckin leave me. Leave me here on this hill, like they did my whole damn squad back in Nam. Your old man and I were the only survivors Theo. Now its just me. Soon enough..."

Theodore Evans: [YELL] Don't talk about him, man! This ain't Nam -- this is a whole different thing!
Theodore Evans: [YELL] This ain't no god-damn bullet wound, man!
Theodore Evans: [YELL] You seen what it does to people!
Theodore Evans: [YELL] First god-damn hand!

** Marcus Green sucks up some snot into his nose. "Let me die with some dignity, Theo. Give me the gun. I'll do it."

** Theodore Evans pats on Colton, " Let's get the fuck out of here, man. "
Theodore Evans: You don't go up there.
** Theodore Evans points to the sky.
Theodore Evans: If you do it that way.
Theodore Evans: You know that.

** Colton Wallace motioned to Theo's weapon, "He... he should have that request, Theo."

Marcus Green: Ain't no more room in heaven, no more room in hell. That's why they're here, Theo. No more room in hell.


** Theodore Evans tosses the pistol over.
Theodore Evans: Take it, then!

** Colton Wallace nodded to Theo, "He'll go up before he goes down..."

Marcus Green: We sinned, this is all that's left for us.


Theodore Evans: Let's go.

Colton Wallace: "The supplies..."
** Colton Wallace stepped back inside to get the duffle.

** Marcus Green wraps his bloody digits around the 1911, a similiar model to what his commanding officer had on their hip in Vietnam. His hand shakes, he just stares down at the thing, though the cold bites and nips at them, it's not why he's frozen, it's fear. "God damn this. God damn us all.... God ain't nowhere to be found in this Earth anymore. He's dead like the rest of em."

** Theodore Evans slowly began to walk off.
Theodore Evans: [YELL] Hurry up, Colton!

** Theodore Evans stares at him as he meanders off.

** Colton Wallace stepped out with the duffle, "Coming, coming..." He said, too shameful to even look at Marcus as he exitted the small establishment.

** Marcus Green just sits there, slumped up against the fence he toiled all fall to make, all for nought. Tears frozen to his face and chin, sitting in a pool of his own blood. "You made the right choice, boy." he stammers out "Your old man was the best guy I ever knew. Try and live up to his name, will you?" he says weakly, trailing off near the end.


** Theodore Evans looks towards Marcus for the last time, he had a tear going down his face. " I'll try, Marc'. I'll try. " he muttered out, his voice choked up. " Let's get going, Colton. "

** Colton Wallace hurried off with the duffle.

** Marcus Green closes his eyes, he slowly raises the 1911 to his own temple as they depart.
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[EVENT] ** A single gunshot can be heard from down the road, small caliber, probably a pistol. **
 
Sure bro!!

Dillon Palmer: [YELL] Get fucked!
(Dillon Palmer) [EVENT] ** The Humvee roars to life. The scientists disappear. **
 
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i missed the shit in the bunker can somebody post some logs
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Incoming big quote walls.

Johnny Chalk: Why- We...
** Johnny Chalk leans up, grabbing Normans ankles.
Johnny Chalk: We CAN'T stay here.
Johnny Chalk: It won't WORK.
Johnny Chalk: You can see that, can't you!?
Dave Jones: [YELL] Yo! I see bodies in the woods! Get ready, the noise attracted 'em!
Norman Jones: ... I know.
** Jenny Lee quickens her breath as she hears the swarm coming.
Norman Jones: I KNOW.
Johnny Chalk: Then we need to GO.
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Norman Jones: Dave, we're-- Dave.
Carter Donovan: [YELL] She's gonna' turn, man!
Norman Jones: We're going.
** Johnny Chalk reaches back for the .44, swallowing hard once more.
** Dave Jones looks between Jones and the woods. "Man-- there's a herd out there! You wanna risk this shit?!"
Norman Jones: We gotta' grab a car and go, Dave.
Norman Jones: This place is a deathtrap.
Kassandra Alexandria Tristen: [YELL] Is sh'fuckin' dead?
** Dave Jones looks around and let sout a shout. He hopes down.
Dave Jones: [YELL] Fuck!
** Johnny Chalk follows suit, panicked.
** Norman Jones follows afterwards.
Carter Donovan: [YELL] She's either dead, or really fuckin' close to dead! And they turn right afta'!
Dave Jones: [YELL] Come on, man-- leave these ones!
Jenny Lee: [YELL] Where are you going!? Guys!?
Jenny Lee: [YELL] GUYS!!?
** Jenny Lee is left bewildered she watches people literally abandon the group right as the horde was coming in. The feeling of being trapped is all too real. "No, nono."
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** Jenny Lee sighs with relief as the door opens up, and she goes in like a flash.
** Carter Donovan bounds down the stairs, grunting.
Jenny Lee: Close the door, whoever ran off. They're on their own now...
Nick Ferents: Lets hope these motherfuckers got some ammo.
Jenny Lee: [WHISPER] Fucking Norman, man.
** Elaine Sirbu leans up against the wall.
Nick Ferents: Cause I be needing it for this rifle.
** Aaron Rodriguez hugs the wall, " If we get overrun out there we're stuck down here 'yo."
** Jenny Lee peeks out through the bulletproof glass and sees no one else other than dead bodies. They fought this hard to get here. Now what?
Aaron Rodriguez : We're gonna die if we don't watch our asses.
Nick Ferents: Aaron, we'll be fine if we're down here, we got guns and shit.
** Jenny Lee swirls back around, "The horde will move on eventually. Probably. I rather be stuck down here rather than be out there anymore."
Nick Ferents: We can blast our way out.
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** Jenny Lee widens her eyes as much as they can as she turns back around again.
Nick Ferents: And yeah, exactly. They got food and shelter down here.
Nick Ferents: Once we clear shit out, it's our new home.
Saddam Hussein suicided!
** Jenny Lee stares at the corpse lingering by the door. It looks so familiar, and in her panic striken mind, she remembers just what was in front.
Nick Ferents: What, What's going-
** Aaron Rodriguez turns back to notice what was outside only barely able to see it in the dim light, " Yo! What is that thing man?"
Elaine Sirbu: What's out there, Jen?
** Nick Ferents turns around, amid the silence he was worried for a second. His presumptions were right. He gasps out of panick for a second, stumbling. "Shit, what the fuck!?
** Elaine Sirbu pushes herself off the wall as she looks to Jen.
[L] (Dead Head) ** The silhouette just stands outside the door, with it's decomposed face pressed against the security door. The thing has been stripped clean by the forces of nature. A soul cursed to wander the frozen wasteland. **
[L] (Cpl. Brady Hudson) [EVENT] ** The door remained lock but there was one fatal flaw. Brady. Upon Brady's corpse lay a blood painted name badge with smart chip. **
** Jenny Lee winces as she grows uncomfortable, like her skin was about to be crawled out of. She doesn't realize about Brady. "How can it-- it's not the same...?"
** Aaron Rodriguez steps back, clearly not interested in going after it." Yo- Yo leave the door shut- Fuck what is that thing? It's fucking staring at us man!"
Nick Ferents: Yo... That's not even a zombie anymo.
Aaron Rodriguez : Who the hell cares what it is!
Nick Ferents: Jenny, we need to get a move on.
** Jenny Lee just gawks at the figure, mesmerized. She worries more than just its look. She saw it die. She takes a step back unknowingly, her face fearful.
[L] (Dead Head) ** The frozen, torn down figure is kept at bay by the bunker door. It's only a shadow of the life it once was, an imprint of something that once thought and had aspiratons, fears. Now it wanders the wasteland, it's intact nervous system being driven by the virus rampaging throughout the rotted, picked over and frozen corpse. **
Jenny Lee: [WHISPER] No way.
Nick Ferents: Jenny-
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** Jenny Lee jolts with a spasm as she turns around.
Jenny Lee: Ye-yeah, we gotta go. Come on-- it can't come in. It-
** Jenny Lee looks over her shoulder hesitantly before heading down the stairs.
Aaron Rodriguez : Don't open that door man.
** Jenny Lee keeps an eye on the monster. Her gaze never breaking away.
Jenny Lee: [WHISPER] Yeah... fuck that.
Nick Ferents: This is some fucked up shit.
** Elaine Sirbu picks the rifle up from the ground and backsteps.
Aaron Rodriguez : Not even fuckig human man.
** Jenny Lee shudders with breath as she makes her way down, the chill of the weather having been replaced by just fear and pure anxiety. She sees the bodies.
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** Viktor Sanchez shakes his head, unable to properly conjure up anything beyond bleak sentiment.
Viktor Sanchez: Just let me stay with her.
** Vincent Palmieri leans down and snags the name badge from the dead soldier. "Come on. Everyone. I ain't sure how long we have left."
Angelina Jänicke: Go. Get the door.
Juan Marcello: We are so /close/, Vik. Don't let her die like this.
** Jenny Lee sees Viktor and a woman on the floor. His words make the obvious the obvious, and she simply walks past. The cost has been grim.
** Angelina Jänicke levels her rifle to the sliding door.
** Vincent Palmieri places the ID against the keypad. It opens, presumably.
Nick Ferents: Hey uh-... I'm sorry, Vik.
Angelina Jänicke: Oh, shit-
Kassandra Alexandria Tristen: Wha's it doin'?
** Jenny Lee suddenly breaks the tension, "We have to do this, everybody."
Jenny Lee: [YELL] Let's go!
** Carter Donovan ducks down, getting some space behind the wall. He wasn't about to end up like the other people who chose to take point in a door.
** Angelina Jänicke steps in.
** Juan Marcello looks down, and then up at the door. He snags the soldier's machine gun and prepares himself. "Not like this."
** Aaron Rodriguez slowly steps down never taking his eyes off the door above, " Yo... We need to watch ourselves."
** Nick Ferents looks down at the soldiers, everone else going throygh
Vincent Palmieri: Looks like some sorta...decontamination.
Kassandra Alexandria Tristen: I don' like this but fuck it.
Carter Donovan: -What if they hit a button and jus'- Gas us?
Vincent Palmieri: Push the button.
Jenny Lee: Then we tried.
Angelina Jänicke: It didn't gas them.
Jenny Lee: We're stuck down here, the swarm's outside.
[L] (Cpl. Brady Hudson) [EVENT] ** The door unlocks and the decontamination process is underway. Shortly after, the door opens and awaits its visitors. **
Aaron Rodriguez : What if it's another trap yo?
Angelina Jänicke: I'll let them mourn.
Jenny Lee: Then let's fucking go into it. We got nothing to lose.
** Kassandra Alexandria Tristen shrugs, "Traps are traps."
Jenny Lee: This is gonna be our home or our grave.
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** Jenny Lee bursts out laughing after the man's rant, "Pfftahaaha what the fuck are we even talking about, really? Seriously, I'm just too out of it. I don't even know."
Jenny Lee: Let's go uh...
Aaron Rodriguez : Yo-
Aaron Rodriguez : Wait.
Jenny Lee: Find out what the fuck's going o- oh.
Joel Freeman: What?
Nick Ferents: There some zombies out there, Aaron?
Aaron Rodriguez : That skinless fucker is still out there.
Aaron Rodriguez : Ain't he?
Nick Ferents: Shit. You right.
Jenny Lee: Oh my god, please. Please no.
Nick Ferents: I better go out there and check.
Dillon Palmer: We just want out.
Aaron Rodriguez : We can't let that thing in yo.
Vincent Palmieri: What now?
Kassandra Alexandria Tristen: What thing?
Jenny Lee: But there's a swarm. Seriously?
Aaron Rodriguez : Skinless fucker.
Jenny Lee: You-- seriously!?
Jenny Lee: You wanna go?
Vincent Palmieri: Christ...
Dillon Palmer: [YELL] Get fucked!
Aaron Rodriguez : Shit-
Nick Ferents: What?
Jenny Lee: Oh my god, those fucking dickwads.
Nick Ferents: [YELL] Mother fucker!
(Dillon Palmer) [EVENT] ** The Humvee roars to life. The scientists disappear. **
Aaron Rodriguez : [YELL] FUCK.
Jenny Lee: ... well, we lost the ride. Like that.
** Nick Ferents jabs onto the keypad once more.
** Vincent Palmieri let's out a deep belly laugh. "I fucking KNEW it."
Jenny Lee: I guess being nice gets you nowhere.
Nick Ferents: Motherfuckers.
Nick Ferents: We're gonna get em.
Kassandra Alexandria Tristen: They said t'move North.
Angelina Jänicke: Should've shot them.
Kassandra Alexandria Tristen: So.
Jenny Lee: Wait, we ain't staying?
(Dillon Palmer) [EVENT] ** The main door is left open. The herd is here. They stream down into the bunker. **
Aaron Rodriguez : Wait we leaving yo?
Nick Ferents: Get ready.
Vincent Palmieri: I'm goin' my own way.
Vincent Palmieri: If I get outta here alive.
Jenny Lee: We kinda... just died for nothing? Wait? Aw, aaaaw. AW COME ON!
Nick Ferents: [YELL] Move out the way!
Jenny Lee: [YELL] Oh this is bullshit! Those two assholes!
Angelina Jänicke: [YELL] IF THEY CAN MAKE IT OUT, WE CAN!
Nick Ferents: [YELL] Push!|
(Dillon Palmer) [EVENT] ** The truck waits parked outside for any that can make it. **
Jenny Lee: [YELL] Come oN!
Nick Ferents: [YELL] Move, MOVE!
Angelina Jänicke: [YELL] THAT'S-THAT'S ALOT OF EM!
Nick Ferents: [YELL] We catchin' this ride, ladies and gentleman!
Kassandra Alexandria Tristen: [YELL] W'need t'get th'fuck outta this!
Juan Marcello: [YELL] I got it!
Jenny Lee: Who can drive!?
Kassandra Alexandria Tristen: [YELL] Me!
Vincent Palmieri: I can.
** Juan Marcello squeezes through with the MG.
Aaron Rodriguez : [YELL] Let's
Jenny Lee: Okay, Vincent, take the wheel! LET'S GO!
Juan Marcello: Get the door!
Vincent Palmieri: [YELL] Get me there and I will!
Vincent Palmieri: [YELL] Push!
Jenny Lee: You got it. Fuck this place!
Tranquilo was killed by worldspawn
Angelina Jänicke: [YELL] OUT THE LEFT!
(Dillon Palmer) [EVENT] ** The herd thins momentarily. There's an opening. **
Angelina Jänicke: [OOC] Angelina is lost to the crowd of zombies, screaming as she's torn apart in the crowd, just moments before her escape.
Nick Ferents: [YELL] IN YALL!
** Aaron Rodriguez climbs into the gunners seat.
** Vincent Palmieri takes the wheel
(Dillon Palmer) [EVENT] ** The gun roars to life on it, viciously gunning down the approaching undead. **
** Nick Ferents jumps into the truck, firing at the zombies coming to the truck.
Nick Ferents: [YELL] Get that truck started VIN!
Kassandra Alexandria Tristen: [YELL] I'm outta fuckin' ammo after this!
Nick Ferents: [YELL] Where's the others!?
Nick Ferents: [YELL] Goddamn it, I got two mags left!
Kassandra Alexandria Tristen: [YELL] I think they're fuckin' dead!
Juan Marcello: [YELL] What others?! Where's Viktor?!
** Vincent Palmieri finds the ignition struggling as he turns it beofre it finally roars to life
(Dillon Palmer) [EVENT] ** The engine roars to life. It's slow picking their way to the treets, riding almost alongside the horde, but then they re on the main road and riding away, far away from the horrible mess that is New Waker. **
Vincent Palmieri: [YELL] Just buckle up, there ain't enough time!
[L] ** Kassandra Alexandria Tristen throws herself down as the truck roars to life.
** Jenny Lee feels the truck vibrate to life, and take them away. All that struggle and pain just to do nothing in the end, but ruin everything.
(Juan Marcello) ** "Vik..." Are Juan's last few mumbles. He hangs on as they ride off. **
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To sum it up, the group went to the bunker. They had the cure in there, but didn't want to let people in while a horde was coming. People were ditching and dying left and right. We go in, kill the soldiers, find an armory, and save most of the scientists who then proceeded to fuck us over by leaving the door open. We run out of the bunker that had wanted to use because New Waker's fucked and the group had nowhere else to go, but we had to jam so we fought our way out to the truck. Drove away. We have solved nothing, we lost most people, and all we got in the end are guns but none of the food so we're pretty fucked. It was fun. Also, there was a spooky zombie haunting us and there was a ton of good group conflict as we all fought each other verbally and physically and killed each other for one reason or another. All in all, it was a good session and people seemed happy. The past two days really built up well and to see their efforts crumble was nice.
 
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