The iron giant rolls into Vyazma central station loaded with young men from all across the motherland. A suitcase, a field service cap and your tan dress uniform are all you have to your name now. As you and your comrades unload all eyes are on you. The old man sitting on the bench smoking a pipe puts down his newspaper and looks on with pride. The young mother and her 3 children shake as many hands as possible trying to shout words of encouragement over the crowd. Even the locals from a nearby collective stop their horse-drawn wagon outside and come in just to greet you. In a matter of minutes a massive line forms in front of the main office and the cold concrete platform is warmed by friends sharing conversations and cigarettes. You see boys, most of whom no older than yourself, posing for photographs and kissing local girls beneath the staircase.
Though it takes an eternity you eventually reach the front of the line. You meet a short man with curly black hair, a tiny face and round-framed glasses. He looks at you with glazed eyes for a moment and then you remember to pull out your conscription notice.....
Date of Enrollment: 7/1/1941
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In this RP you are a Soviet conscript during the opening days of operation Barbarossa. You have heeded the call of your motherland and will soon be sent to fight the fascist invaders. Though most of you will perish time and time again the people must prevail in the end! You will create a character with personality solely through IC dialog/actions and will be rewarded with promotions/weapons for doing so. There are no angst-filled back stories or gun wanks in this one-- think of it as Band of Brothers on the eastern front.