today was amazing btw. losing so many people in power who i thought would make it to the last day was shaking, and seeing how eff's basically crumpled has been a treat. trp's apocalyptic setting has never felt so real. nothing hit harder than surviving a flamethrower maniac while hiding with three men trying to kill each other, and then jumping off a roof as a bomb blew off inside. then we finally reached a small trench where scraps of the forces remained and treated wounds in the dirt while we all realized we were fucked.
i didnt know where to say this, so i thought i'd do it here. great shit. especially to the admins who are working on this, which i know are only so many. you dudes are doing fantastic.
I had to leave around 7 EST to handle some stuff irl, so I missed the big fight at the end, but just being on to see the aftermath was enough. I never really cared too much for TRP, I just couldn't get into it, but this has been REALLY GOOD. It feels like there's actually something on the line.
Far above the battered defenders, Elley slams his last magazine into his rifle. The sporadic gunfire from below, accompanied by the occasional order barked over the radio were the only indication he had that his friends were still alive. Three tripods were down, maybe they could do this after all? He peeked out from behind the flimsy barricade...