Do you know the meaning of this war? I mean... what's the point? It can't be for land because everything is bombed, burned out, or polluted. It can't be for money because there isn't anything left to spend it on. So what is it? Religion? Why do we fight?
To win the war. Works for me.
IC: http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=31&t=232956
War. War's hellarious. All through history people have found war to be amusing, whether it be the way that knight was skewered by pikemen or how far a tanker's guts flew when hit by a bazooka. There's just been something so entertaining about battle that people can't put their collective proverbial finger on. Am I a psychopath? Perhaps, but that means you are too. After all, you idolize trained killing machines as heroes. That's why this RP... Squad... Forum... Thing exists. It is an RP where you can relish in psychotic antics and martial nonsense. If you find a tank, push it over the edge on top of the enemy. If all you have is a hammer, then nail everyone's gas mask to a wall. This RP is not for the sane; at least, not for the excessively sane.
THE FIELDS
Reds, what you are standing in is a field. It is covered with grass. No, you cannot put a hole in the ground for your dick! You can wait for women! So over there is the forest. It is full of trees, which grow tall. Yes, I know they look vaguely phallic. Shut your goddamn mouth already! So after you killed all the blacks in The City there wasn't much else to fight, so now you're here. I'm The General; listen to me and you will survive. Disobey me and I will shoot you if the enemy doesn't. You got that?!
We got six shades of fuck no to deal with, besides us:
THE GREENS
When you look out onto a field, it'll be covered in bodies. Those bodies belong to the greens, masters of dying in droves.
THE GRAYS
You're not in the City anymore, but that doesn't mean take your mask off! Those grey bastards are still lobbing their smelly-ass gases around, so don't blame me for having to smell yourself 24/7!
THE PINKS
The pinks still exist, and they still have artillery that will kill you if you don't keep your head down! Remember: shovel!
THE PURPLES
Here we got the "posh" and "gentlemanly" purples. Nothing so posh and gentlemanly about a building-sized airship!
THE YELLOWS
Yeah, we got tanks now. Guess what: the yellows still do! Too often have we had men try to take out the yellow tanks in some ridiculous way, and too often have they turned out to be idiots that can't count to ten right; so don't get fancy with the goddamn HEAT! That stuff's expensive!
THE BLUES
...Reds, if you see a plane, shoot it down.
THE JOBS
So you've all been promoted to squad leader. Congratulations. I hope you know what you're doing.
TANK COMMANDER
Now I really hope you know what you're doing! Pro-tip: you're not invincible! Your gas isn't infinite! Your magazine isn't bottomless! Be smart! Here's a couple tanks that you could potentially command
Grizzly MBT: standard tank, 100mm cannon, armor as thick as molasses, and a top speed of 30 mph. Don't scratch the paint.
Champion IFV: standard transport, holds ten men. It's got thin armor and a 30mm autocannon, so don't expect to live against another tank.
Dixie SPG: also called the "Dixie Pounder" thanks to the sumbitch commander from The City. Don't try tyo take it to the enemy, or I'll kill you myself. Pound the enemy with the 155mm from a fuck-long distance away!
INFANTRY LEADER
As the senior authority of five men, I expect you to get shit done. As infantry leader, you have a variety of trained(more or less) individuals under your command:
Rifleman: the bread and- WHY AM I EXPLAINING THIS TO YOU?
Engineer: you are to tell this man/woman where to put the explosives. You are not to place the explosives yourself.
Grenadier: don't touch his rocket launcher, he is under orders to kill anyone who does.
Medic: Hands off the morphine!
Pyrogrenadier: watch out!
Gunner: he has a GPMG. It is not a bottomless mag. DO NOT TRY TO FLY WITH IT!
Smigger: armed with a smig, loaded with rage. DO NOT SAY BOO!
SNIPER
God, I really hope you can aim. And by aim I mean weaponize math and hit your target without looking at it. You only have a spotter to keep you company, so don't get him killed!
Well reds, now you know how I feel. I hate you all. Betcha didn't know that. Now You know how I feel. Get going to an early death. I don't wanna look at you anymore.
RULES
1.) Listen to me.
2.) Listen to Co-OP.
3.) No one can wear polka-dot underpants.
4.) No godmod.
5.) No quarter!
6.) Make your swords become like things unto chainsaws.
INFANTRY SQUAD APP
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[b]NS name: [/b]
[b]Squad name: [/b]
[b]Squad symbol: [/b]
[b]Squad leader: [/b]you
[b]Leader hat: [/b]the leader gets his own hat.
[b]Squad members: [/b]name and job
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2:
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[b]RP examples: [/b]
TANK APP
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[b]NS name: [/b]
[b]Tank Name: [/b]
[b]Tank symbol: [/b]
[b]Tank Type: [/b]
[b]Commander name: [/b]you
[b]Commander hat: [/b]The commander wears his own hat.
[b]Radioman: [/b]
[b]Gunner: [/b]
[b]Loader: [/b]
[b]Driver: [/b]
[b]RP examples: [/b]
SNIPER TEAM APP
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[b]NS name: [/b]
[b]Team name: [/b]
[b]Team symbol: [/b]
[b]Team sniper: [/b]
[b]Sniper hat: [/b]
[b]Team spotter: [/b]
[b]Spotter hat: [/b]
[b]RP examples: [/b]
MY EXAMPLES
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
The General: the foul-mouthed commander of the whole red army.
Crapgame: the kleptomaniac quartermaster of the armory.
Doctor Lovecraft: the base's chief surgeon.
Hessler and Conrad: the why-so-serious chief engineers of the motor pool.
ACCEPTED
Me
G-Tech Corporation
Ralnis
Thrice Crownlands
Strategic Air Command
Monfrox
Sulamalik
Aeten II
SSX
Fursuit
RESERVES
Me
