Serious Vietnam War Random Roleplay

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hey i'd be up for it

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alternatively, why does nobody ever try to fuck with something like iraq/afghanistan war??? not to undershadow vietnam because that shits sweet but modern war seems to skip the radar when these types of ideas are pitched

what diben said and also i personally never want to see another pixellated desert in my life unless it is set in ww1, ww2, or the soviet-afghan war

i'm sick to fucking death of MODERN WARFARE and i never even had to go there and do the thing

e: ref morality, afghan doesn't have a monopoly on that - far from it
 
can i play an ANZAC named Barry "Necro" McMacalistairson
 
"hey how was vietnam rp?"
"you weren't there man. you weren't there"

also if this gets through then you better roleplay as the vietcongs, not the americans
 
I ended up taking a look at each of the maps I linked in my original post, and they all look like they would be perfect for this. Bootcamp can serve as the base in the rear where players can catch a breather between engagements, while cs_jungle and Tet Offensive are big enough to represent missions off in the jungles.

My next step grabbing some additional models and SWEPs for use, such as a flamethrower. For the most part, we would be set with SWEPs we already have, including the AK-47, M16, and the Mosin.

Tent models would be super beneficial.
 
I can bring back Ashley Vickers and connect it to Thing RP

in Thing RP he was a Vietnam vet
 



Hell yeah, get some. get some. Took some time. don't claim as own work, get some hell yeah.




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“When a man died, there had to be blame. Jimmy Cross understood this. You could blame the war, You could blame the idiots who made the war. You could blame Kiowa for going to it. You could blame the rain. You could blame the river. You could blame the field, the mud, the climate. You could blame the enemy. You could blame the mortar rounds. You could blame people who were too lazy to read a newspaper, who were bored by the daily body counts, who switched channels at the mention of politics. You could blame whole nations. You could blame God. You could blame the munitions makers or Karl Marx or a trick of fate of an old man in Omaha who forgot to vote.”
 
“When a man died, there had to be blame. Jimmy Cross understood this. You could blame the war, You could blame the idiots who made the war. You could blame Kiowa for going to it. You could blame the rain. You could blame the river. You could blame the field, the mud, the climate. You could blame the enemy. You could blame the mortar rounds. You could blame people who were too lazy to read a newspaper, who were bored by the daily body counts, who switched channels at the mention of politics. You could blame whole nations. You could blame God. You could blame the munitions makers or Karl Marx or a trick of fate of an old man in Omaha who forgot to vote.”

The Things They Carried.

I see u Blu...
 


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"Sometimes I ask myself... why the fuck are we here? What are we trying to prove? That we've got a bigger dick than everyone else? It's not my problem these poor bastards live next door to the fucking Commies. It's like we're stopping them... They just keep coming and fucking coming like a swarm of yellow jackets. The more we push, the more they fuck with us. We push a foot of land, they put a foot up our ass. And they're sneaky about it too. They're in the fucking trees..... Last night little Ron got caught in a trap... Poor guy didn't make it make it to the medevac.... The more I think about it, the more likely it'll happen to me. I'll lose concentration and up getting killed... But hell, when you're knee deep in the fucking rice fields it's all you'll think about... But that's what they want, they get inside our heads. They fuck with our heads, they're everywhere. In the towns, in the crowds, and in the jungle... And when they catch you with your dick out of your pants in your hands, that's when they'll get you. But back to my first question... To be honest, I don't even fucking know. I'm just some kid from Wisconsin killin' some commies and protecting my country with honor and valor. Or is that what they want you to think..."



The Captain is seen frantically walking towards to Davidson "Davidson! What the fuck do you think you're doing? What the fuck are you thinking about? Your sister back in Alabama?" - "No, sir. I'm from Wisconsin." - "Get the fuck back with 1st platoon your 2nd due for patrol!" - "AYE, SIR!" The Lieutenants voice was fading as Davidson began to move off, especially with the medevacs and transports flying over his head. That didn't stop him, the Captain stood right there where he was, yelling like a DI back at the Island. "DON'T FUCKING AYE SIR ME, goddamnit! You're lucky your head wasn't take off by a VC in a fucking tree. Now before I screw your head off my self, you better get back on that fucking position - on that fucking 50, because that's all your good at! Or better yet, why don't we happily skip over into the fucking jungle holding hands to let the VC's get it over with, RIGHT? YOU BLANK OUT LIKE THAT YOU'RE DEAD. Nevermind going back to your girlfriend, sister - gay lover or whoever the fuck you fuck back in that shit state. NOW GET BACK TO THE-"

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