Girls und Panzer: Battle Europa (OOC/Sign-up, Open)

[Monfrox]

Anyone besides Monfrox struggling with a post? Anyone we forgot to moderate their next move?

>when I go to post but see older threads still needing posts

[Wolfenium]

Oh no am knocked out.

[Pan Asian Amercian Coalition]

Hi hi, is this still open for new applications?

[Sonitusia]

Hi hi, is this still open for new applications?

Well it says open in the title, so yes :3

[Wolfenium]

Hi hi, is this still open for new applications?

Yes. :3

[Pan Asian Amercian Coalition]

Hi hi, is this still open for new applications?

Well it says open in the title, so yes :3

Hi hi, is this still open for new applications?

Yes. :3

Perfect.

Part One - Team Application

Name (Team): Boar Team
Armoured Fighting Vehicle: T26E1-1 Super Pershing
Crew Setup:

Commander: Jody 'Tex' Hodgeson
Gunner: Misaka 'May' Ruka
Driver: Ariane 'Hen' Blake
Radio Operator: Clara 'Pop' McLaughlin
Loader: Margreve 'Mel' Raine

Team Description (Optional): A hodge-podge of different personailites and backgrounds only kept together through the willpower of the commander, family pressure, and the tight blanket of American pride. And not to mention enough unrequited love to make even the most hopeless romantic cringe.
Tank Description (Optional): A modification of the advanced late war American T26 Pershing Medium tank, the T26E1-1 Super Pershing features extremely heavy armor and the enormously powerful long barreled 90mm cannon, but at the expense of the T26's already mediocre maneuverability.
RP Sample (linked or a writing sample here and now, 200 words minimum):

Part Two - Character Applications

Name: Jody Hodgeson, 'Tex'
Age (15-20): 19
Role (Delete where appropriate): Commander
Appearance/Pic:
Nationality: Texan
Ethnicity: Texan
Personality: Jody is quite like the bulls her family raised on their north Texas ranch. A rough and tumble tomboy that grew up with 4 boisterous brothers, she had to bite, claw, kick and scratch for everything she had in life. What resulted was a true red-blooded country gal if there ever was one. Coarse, blunt, rough, stubborn, hot-bloded and coming with a fair but no-bullshit attitude makes her an ideal tank commander. When she's around, she's in charge, end of story.
Biography: "I ain't gotta tell you shit!" (Will be unlocked during story.)
School Record:



Name: Misaka Ruka, 'May'
Age (15-20): 19
Role (Delete where appropriate): Gunner
Appearance/Pic:
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Japanese
Personality:
Biography: "Please don't ask. It's...just hard for me to answer." (Will be unlocked during story)
School Record:



Name: Ariane Blake, 'Hen'
Age (15-20): 17
Role (Delete where appropriate): Commander, Gunner, Loader, Driver, Radio Operator
Appearance/Pic:
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Scottish/Ukranian
Personality:
Biography:
School Record:



Name: Margreve Raine, 'Mel'
Age (15-20): 18
Role (Delete where appropriate): Loader
Appearance/Pic:
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: English
Personality:
Biography:
School Record:




Name: Clara McLaughlin, 'Pop'
Age (15-20): 15
Role (Delete where appropriate): Radio Operator
Appearance/Pic:
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Italian/Spanish
Personality: Cheerful, bubbly little girl one moment, crazed, bloodthirsty beast the next. Literally blood thirsty, too. She's bitten people hard enough to take chunks of flesh off. Jody's one of the few people who's capable of keeping her on the leash. Literally, too. Otherwise, one of the sweetest girls you could ever meet. Until she 'meats' you.
Biography: "Not at liberty to tell. Court orders~. Hey, c'mere a minute...no I'm not hungry, just...curious...." (Will be unlocked during story.)
School Record:







TL:DR;

A coarse texan, a quiet yandere, a melancholic doll, a hot-headed yuri fiend, and a cannibalistic loli.

[Wolfenium]

So... here's the newest chapters of the side story, if anyone's still reading. (Also, I numbered the chapters wrong previously, so Chapter 3 and 4 are together) :V

30th July, 2011 C.E.
London Metropolitan University
London, England, United Kingdom

London Metropolitan University, formed in 2002 from a merger. One of London's oldest educational institutions, the London Met has traditions dating back to 1848 from its predecessors, the University of North London and London Guildhall University. For Fethi and Aygöl Sadik, it was a chance not just to sightsee but to look into the prospects of a bright future for their daughter. For ten-year old Aylin, however, it was a chance to join a long anticipated event on the campus grounds, clad in a Roman-style tunic as she held a bowl of fruit for 'Gaius Suetonius Paulinus', as the Romans discussed the ominous plans against the oncoming Iceni scourge.

“You cannot just abandon the city to its fate,” a 'resident' pleaded to the 'governor', “the barbarians march, and yet you deign to let them feast on us! You must stand ground! You have an obligation as governor! You cannot just desert us!”

“And what,” 'Suetonius' cursed, as Aylin stood waiting over the 'governor' seizing a pear from her plate, “be butchered like lambs? Britannia cannot be saved by mere obligation, merchant. It must be saved with steel and cunning. It pains me to leave the city to burn, but better for her beasts to grow fat and lazy with spoil so we may cull them better.”

It had been a strange obsession for Aylin, playing all sorts of minor characters as a calefare for historical settings. Her boyish appearance, matched by her short hair, had always made her suited for roles that boys her age might grow out of in time. While it was true that at some point, her developing body would give way and force her out of crossdressing permanently, the young enthusiast wasted no time taking part in them every chance she got, no matter how small her part.

As the reenactment shifted to the battle, the 'servant boy' finally returned to the arms of her waiting parents. Sensing a discomfort over her mother's face, Aylin dared to ask what was in her mind. It was a strange affair, having an archaeologist question her love affair with history. But she did not mind too much, and neither did her father.

“You really like these settings, don't you, Aylin,” her mother mused, holding Aylin's hand “I admit, seeing people reenact history isn't all that interesting as the real thing. I don't fault them for trying, but I find that something is lost when you try to bring history to a modern setting, whether it's the language or the attitude.”

“Coming from a woman who enjoys watching Sultan Suleyman bed Hürrem Sultan on TV, that sounds rather odd,” Aylin blurted nonchalant, her expression as straight as before.[1] As her mother yelped her name in indignance, the father could only laugh at the predicament. It was no secret to his wife's obsession with drama. That their daughter called her out of it was a line of sheer humour.

“Oh, is that what I think it is,” Fethi spoke with a tinge of excitement, as a different set of costumed characters emerged. Crowding the entrance of the Rocket Complex before them, people of garish costumes and wigs were parading amongst young onlookers, some brandishing staves and sword props of a more fantastic calibre.[2] Peering at her father, Aylin noticed a bright glint in his eyes, as if rekindling a lost passion that had dulled with age.

“Ah, this takes me back,” went Fethi, “I used to dress like Detective Conan when I was Aylin's age. I don't think I've ever went to an anime convention in a while. I guess work kept me away.”

“Now that you mention it...” Aygöl went with a sigh, “I don't know if it's genes or God messing with us, but it seems our passions gave birth to Aylin's little dress up. God forbid, she starts watching cartoons too. They'll rot her brain inside out-”

“ANIME, WOMAN,” yelled Fethi instinctively, “THEY'RE NOT CARTOONS! ANIME REPRESENTS THE SOUL OF OUR GENERATION! IT HAS NO DEMOGRAPHICAL BOUNDARIES! IT BURNS WITH AN AWESOME POWER!”

Watching the mother rest her palm on her hand, Aylin could tell she was disappointed. Fethi's obsession with Japanese animation was no secret, but Aylin herself could never feel any true interest to them, at least to the fantasy genre. The only shows enough to illicit an interest were those of historical settings or historical precedence. But liberties in writing had always spoiled it for her, and save for an exceptional few, anime had never came across as much more than a exotic Orientalist fetish. At least, that what she felt.

“Well, hey there, young lad,” spoke a female cosplayer in a strange, accent-muddled English, with strange silver hair and a chest plate over a purple dress as she bent down to look at her, “it's been long since I found one in Roman dress. Not a huge fan, but two millennia can temper the ire...”

Selim 'the Shamed', the ghostly turcopole who broke the vows of the Janissaries, was to be graced by a far greater entity...

---

1st September, 2015 C.E.
Infirmary, St Elisabeth von Thüringen Catholic Girls Academy
Docked in Kyonigsberg, Prussia

Waking in a startle, the hapless Turk sat up almost immediately as she broke out in cold sweat. It took a while for her to recall, but the stress of being surrounded by freakish demons was still haunting her head. Taking a few heavy breaths, she tried to regain a bearing on her location. She did not appear to be in the arts wing anymore, and the corridors and club rooms have been replaced by the clinical white of hospital bed sheets and medicine cabinets.

“Am I... in hospital,” blurted the bewildered girl, peering around as she spotted a few St Elisa. students resting. Some appeared to be slightly wounded, others were suffering from mild maladies. A nun rubbing some ointment on an athlete's knee could be seen at the desk. Overall, her worst fears did not seem to have materialized.

“Don't be silly,” went Altyn, bending over by her bedside with a keen stare and smile, “we're in the school infirmary. You fainted when the cosplay girls cluster around you. I didn't you were claustrophobic.”

“I'm not,” Aylin denied, “I'm just not in the position to fight otherworldly creatures.”

Stifling a gaffe, Altyn spoke, “you sound like a child~. I could pat your head some more. Don't worry, they're nice 'creatures'. First time I've seen someone faint in front of them. They're real worried they might have scared you.”

Biting her lip, Aylin wasted no time trying to crawl out of bed, hiding her bitterness behind her usual indifference. Panicking, her classmate called out, “wait! Don't you need to rest?”

“I'm going back to my dorm,” grunted Aylin, growing increasingly frustrated by Altyn's persistence, “I don't want another accident. I'm not interested in any other club. I just want to go home.”

Hesitant, Altyn felt unsure at stopping her. Despite Aylin's aloof facade, her otherwise monotone voice was growing increasingly tense, a growing displeasure at being dragged around. While Aylin did not wish to be blunt, she had no desire to join anything but a club specializing in historical reenactment, or at least historical research. She had already tried not to upset Altyn by refusing her help to look for other hobbies, but the Turk was at her limit, and it showed.

“Sorry,” Altyn muttered, finally relenting, “I suppose I pushed too far. I just thought you might be bored without a club, so... It's ok, I'll accompany you back-”

“It's ok...” Aylin said, looking away, “I'll just depress you more.”

It was a chilling silence befalling the ward, as Aylin picked up her bag bitterly. She did not want to be nasty to the girl, but her patience was running dangerously thin. Being hauled around by Altyn and suspected of trying to shaft her in a club full of crazies, she had half the mind to rail her off. But seeing the Oriental close to tears was also tearing at her conscience. She appeared to be trying too hard to befriend her. Unusually hard...

“Say” Aylin mused, finally relenting as she caved it to the impending sobbing, “you did mention it's possible to revive an abolished club, yes?”

“A-Ah...” Altyn blurted, trying to wipe the jewels of tears from her eyes, “all you need to do was find four other members. Why?”

Pondering over the matter, Aylin felt unsure at the prospects. She had never really taken on a leading role so far, and despite her regal disposition, Aylin was ill at ease at being a leader of the club. She had ideas, abundant ideas for the club. But Aylin was not as enthusiastic about the administrative aspects. It seemed like mundane work, work she would rather not get into.

“Then it's settled,” she stated, “I'll make the club myself. Nurjigitova, I'm going to require your assistance. God forbid, you start crying if I start ignoring you from now on.”

“Aylin...” the redhead blurted, tearing up at her words, “mh! I'll help! I'll even sign up! We just need to speak to the Student Council president for the form! I'll take you there!”

Sighing, Aylin was not sure whether she would regret her decision. While she needed every name she got to rebuild the club, she did not want to hold Altyn's emotions at ransom. Her vision for the club precluded those with little to no interest in history, and she feared turning the club into a farce with Altyn's presence. Regardless, she was in no position to be picky just yet. If the club was closed down to lack of interest, it was not likely it could be rebuilt so quickly.

“Right,” she said, “let's go.”

Aylin would not be the president's only visitor this day...

1st September, 2015 C.E.
Enroute to Main Campus, St Elisabeth von Thüringen Catholic Girls Academy
Docked in Kyonigsberg, Prussia

“Lilie Team, approaching site,” radioed a tank commander, as a pack of Tiger I and IIs, five in total lumbered through the paved road between the garage and main campus.

“Glockenturm Team, ready,” teased a second tank commander on air.

“I can't help but think this is a bad idea,” went the Lilie team commander, “don't forget, we have police, army and navy reps on campus, never mind the Witch and her snitches.”

“Let them come, Fleur,” the second crooned haughtily, “let them see how little Wiccan deals with German steel.”

“Calm down, everyone,” squealed the leader over her throat mic, looking out at the campus ahead atop the head Tiger II, “everything at a time~. After all, we're just here to promote our club, and having people walk to the garage is just plain cruel~. I'm sure the president will understand. If not~...”

“If we're going to resort to that,” the Lilie team commander cautioned, “we're all going to be expelled. The president may be lenient with us now, but she has limits too. Don't want to give the Witch an excuse.”

“I take offence to that,” the Glockenturm team commander went, “she's nothing like me.”

“We'll just see about that,Fleur, Minny,” went the tankery captain, her strawberry blonde twintails fluttering in the light breeze, “can't enter campus in tanks? No problem. We'll just park them in front. Why wait for the new meat to come when the club can come to them?...”

OOC Notes:

1. Muhteşem Yüzyıl, also known as The Magnificent Century. A popular, four-season Turkish drama that Erdogan and Golden Dawn both agree to hate.
2. London Anime Con. It's a real thing.

Cast

• First Years
  
  • Aylin Sadik (CV: 大鳳)
  • Altyn Nurjigitova (CV: 女性主人公)
• Aylin's Parents
  
  • Fethi Sadik (CV: ???) - Aylin's father
  • Aygöl Sadik (nee Fayzulin) (CV: ???) - Aylin's mother
• Tankery Club
  
  • Saana Leppälä (CV: 江ノ島 盾子) - Einfarbigbär tank commander and Tankery Club captain
  • Fleur Carine Koenig (CV: 闇野 夢子) - Lilie tank commander
  • Minny Varvik (CV: 時崎 狂三) - Glockenturm tank commander
• Others
  
  • Cosplayer (CV: ユークリウッド・ヘルサイズ) - in flashback

1st September, 2015 C.E.
Student Council, St Elisabeth von Thüringen Catholic Girls Academy
Docked in Kyonigsberg, Prussia

“There's someone else?”

The student council, the single most powerful institution of the high school besides the board and principal herself. In charge of management of student affairs, the council, among other things, ensures both the safe running of the school clubs and as well as administrative duties. While disciplinary affairs had been hived off to the disciplinary council of recent, the student council president still had jurisdiction over the team. In fact, rumours within the school campus had long swirled of the student council president's personal ties with the principal and matron of St. Elisabeth. If true, it would likely put her above even the priests and other working adults of the school board.

Standing in front of the intricately-crafted mahogany desk, Aylin could barely hide her apprehension. All around, the student council room appeared faithfully modelled after a Prussian aristocrat's study, with an opulent chandelier, oak and glass cabinets and velvet sofas all for the personal use of its owners. What little modern amenities seemed to be either carefully concealed, such as the fluorescent lights of the lamps, or in plain sight as the desktop currently occupied by a bob-cut, plain-looking member. A laptop on the desk gleefully marred the illusion of an early modern girl's school. Beyond that, however, Aylin had other concerns.

“What do you mean 'there's someone else',” Aylin asked politely, maintaining a stoic, respectful posture as she observed the girls behind the desk. Seated with her hand clasped and her elbows resting on the table as the sunlight from the window behind bathed on her, the long-haired, hime-cut brunette appeared every bit as calm as the principal earlier. It felt chilling, seeing the same clear blue gaze as the well-endowed, blonde matron in a braid. And for all its serene glistening, Aylin could see up close the empty void of her eyes, mystifying yet... off. Even the aide beside her, a chestnut haired upperclasswoman with a braid ringed on her head, could not hide her discomfort. Altyn, though, remained oblivious, naïve as always.

“A freshman earlier asked the same question as you, Miss Sadik,” the student council president remarked, “she seemed very jittered by the news. Unlike you, she pleaded at the top of her lungs not to close down the club. Of course, I told her what I've told you already, that the club has to be reformed with the same regulations as a new club, with at least five members. It might be prudent to work with her if you hope to see the History Club revived. I'll hand you her name and phone number to work with.”

“I appreciate your help, Madam President,” Aylin stated calmly, watching the woman scribble down the details on a sticky note, “if possible, I hope to repay you some day.”

“No need,” the president chimed with a smile, handing her the paper, “I'm just doing my job. And I'm not the president of the United States, you know. 'Audhild' is fine by me.”

“'Audhild',” Altyn blurted, peering over at the name holder beside the president, “that's not a common name for a Slav.”

For a moment, the aide beside Audhild gave Altyn a crude stare, strangely offended by her off-hand statement. Biting her lip, the Turk quickly tugged at the tactless girl's sleeve, whispering, “you idiot. Apologize. Do you know how rude that sounded?”

Holding her hand up to stop the secretary though, Audhild remained composed at the remark, holding up the name holder to see. Her smile fading slightly as she gleamed over the surname 'Malborska', she mused, “I know. It's not a common name for a Pole. But it's one Mother Magdalena picked for me. I have no complaints for that reason.”

“I apologize for her remark, Ma-... Miss Audhild,” Aylin apologized in a bow, pressing Altyn's head down likewise, “she doesn't know any better. I will keep a closer eye on her as her friend. You have my word.”

“Uhh... I'm sorry too,” blurted Altyn, panicking a bit, “I didn't mean to hurt your feelings!”

Putting the card down again, Audhild stated in an increasingly dispassionate tone, “it's fine. You may go now.”

“Excuse us then,” Aylin said finally, taking her leave as she dragged Altyn out of the room. Rushing down the hallway with the Krygyz's arm in tow, the girl had no idea what was rattling her nerves. She felt unnerved, almost as if she feared making an enemy out of Audhild. Something was up with her, those eyes... and her relationship with the principal...

“Owowowowow...” Altyn blurted, as the short-haired brunette finally released her, “do you have to be so rough? What's up with you? I said 'sorry'.”

“I... I apologize,” Aylin spoke to her, unable to hide her discomfort, “it's just... it's best not to get on her bad side. I know you didn't mean ill. You should watch your words more carefully next time. Something about her struck me as off. You heard Principal Magdalena earlier right? What did you think about her?”

“Hm,” wondered the redhead with blinking eyes, “let me think... She's a very pretty woman! Her braid is so long and silky! I'd never have guessed she was a celibate nun. She looked more like a businesswoman or a fashion model-turned-designer! Isn't that cool?”

“T-That's not what I meant...” grumbled Aylin, relenting on asking Altyn for any reasonable ideas.

For now, Aylin had worse problems. Whoever the mystery girl was, it was best to get her help.

“Mariam Burchuladze,” she read off Audhild's note, “how diverse can this place get?”

---

Sitting behind her desk as her smile faded back to normalcy, Audhild appeared forlorn, looking back at the name holder as she could not help but recall Altyn's words. She knew the girl meant no ill, but for some reason, it stung more than it should have. As her vice president and treasurer stared at her, Audhild tried hard not to show her displeasure. But even her patience appeared to be at its limit, and part of her wished she showed as much calm as Aylin earlier.

“No need to worry about her, sister,” her vice president tried to assure her, “she was just speaking out of hand. Plenty do. I don't think she meant to hurt you.”

“I know...” Audhild grumbled, “I know that, but...”

Clasping her hands tightly, Audhild could only peer down at her legs. Rubbing at her thighs as she traced hands over the white thigh-high socks, the grim-faced president could only imagine the redhead squealing in ignorance if she knew was under them. Beyond her thighs, she could feel the cold wooden stumps connecting where her knees should be. And had they taken the liberty to lean over her desk, they would have realized that her deceptively ornate chair had wheels.

But before she could continue pondering, a sudden ringtone started broke the silence in the room. It was the treasurer's handphone.

“Shalom,” blurted the bob-haired girl, “Yes?... Audhild, Anna,” she spoke to the girls, “it's Simone. She said Newmark wants you on the ground. It's them.”

Another silence quickly took over the club as the sisters tried to grasp the news. If the situation on the ground was bad enough that the disciplinary committee had to call Audhild in, it must mean it was serious. Given the Tankery Club's inventory, it was hard not to think that way. Audhild knew the club leader. She was very liberal on her use of Tigers.

"It's her job to take care of discipline issues, isn't it," Audhild went, with a hint of spite, "why would she need me?"

"Ehm," went the treasurer, checking back on the phone, "Leppälä is threatening to flatten the arts clubs booths otherwise. I think you should check this out."

"She's a deranged attention seeker," Audhild stated coldly, "if she dared, she'll be expelled without a moment's notice. Mother already stated. She had given her one last chance on this."

"But if she's that demented, wouldn't she care less about expulsion anyway," Anna implored, "I still think we have to go down there. I know you don't like Linda, but..."

Audhild herself was hardly sure what to do. True, she had a duty to follow as student council president, and disruptions on the school grounds on this scale ought to be answered in kind. But Audhild had a vindictive streak in her. She hated to admit it, but she felt a tinge of anger over the discipline committee's split with the council, something she felt was both unnecessary and, perhaps, malicious in intent.

"Fine," she said, wheeling herself out as she grasped the joystick attached to an arm of her wheelchair, "we'll take a look."

Audhild was in no mood to entertain the Tankery Club.

Cast

• First Years
  
  • Aylin Sadik (CV: 大鳳)
  • Altyn Nurjigitova (CV: 女性主人公)
• Student Council
  
  • Audhild Malborska (CV: (倉崎 楓子/スカイ・ レイカー) – Student council president
  • Anna Malborska (CV: 結城 明日奈/アスナ) – Student council vice-president
  • Simona 'Simone' Pârvulescu (CV: 朝田 詩乃/シノン) – secretary
  • Shelly Eban (CV: 桐ヶ谷直葉/リーファ) – treasurer

[Republic of Hasgriu]

Don't Polish surnames use feminine forms like in Russian and the like, making 'Malborska' Audhild and Anna's surname?

[Wolfenium]

Don't Polish surnames use feminine forms like in Russian and the like, making 'Malborska' Audhild and Anna's surname?

Doh. Didn't know that. Fixed. ._.

[Republic of Hasgriu]

Would the school/sensha-dō league approve the acqusition and use of the following items and doing the following things in an official or tournament sensha-dō match?

1. Iron oxide powder
2. Paint marker
3. Paintball marker
4. Aerosol spray paint
5. Liquid nitrogen in thermos (liquid nitrogen, oxygen, and titanium tetrachloride are all fairly cheap)
6. Blankets
7. Vuvuzelas
8. Airhorns
9. Flash powder
10. Titanium tetrachloride

11. Magnesium strips
12. Powdered aluminium
13. Replica equipment like mines
14. Stickers with Rauschen Girls' logo
15. Smoke bombs
16. Liquid oxygen in thermos
17. Sparklers
18. Glass containers
19. Lighters
20. Crowbars

21. Duct tape
22. Roller skates
23. Freezing water in thermos
24. Lightsticks & flares
25. Gasoline and styrofoam
26. Grease
27. Metal cable
28. Steel cans
29. Firecrackers

30. Dismounting from your vehicle temporarily to do things during a match
31. Climbing onto vehicles of opponent teams during a match
32. Entering vehicles of opponent teams during a match
33. Pouring liquids into or onto the engine of an opponent vehicle during a match
34. Placing objects into the gun barrel of an opponent vehicle during a match
35. Setting fire to a non-KO'd vehicle during a match
36. Firing the tank-mounted machinegun to force exposed people into cover during a match

[Minroz]

Would the school/sensha-dō league approve the acqusition and use of the following items and doing the following things in an official or tournament sensha-dō match?

1. Iron oxide powder
2. Paint marker
3. Paintball marker
4. Aerosol spray paint
5. Liquid nitrogen in thermos (liquid nitrogen, oxygen, and titanium tetrachloride are all fairly cheap)
6. Blankets
7. Vuvuzelas
8. Airhorns
9. Flash powder
10. Titanium tetrachloride

11. Magnesium strips
12. Powdered aluminium
13. Replica equipment like mines
14. Stickers with Rauschen Girls' logo
15. Smoke bombs
16. Liquid oxygen in thermos
17. Sparklers
18. Glass containers
19. Lighters
20. Crowbars

21. Duct tape
22. Roller skates
23. Freezing water in thermos
24. Lightsticks & flares
25. Gasoline and styrofoam
26. Grease
27. Metal cable
28. Steel cans
29. Firecrackers

30. Dismounting from your vehicle temporarily to do things during a match
31. Climbing onto vehicles of opponent teams during a match
32. Entering vehicles of opponent teams during a match
33. Pouring liquids into or onto the engine of an opponent vehicle during a match
34. Placing objects into the gun barrel of an opponent vehicle during a match
35. Setting fire to a non-KO'd vehicle during a match
36. Firing the tank-mounted machinegun to force exposed people into cover during a match

Pretty sure they're not going to approved most of the list. Because it looks like things cheaters would do in regards to 31, 32, 33, 34, 35 and 36. Not to mention dangerous. :V

They're highschool girls dammit!!

---

Anyway...found some dangdut songs.

Katyusha

Panzerlied

Sakkijarven Pollka

[Wolfenium]

Would the school/sensha-dō league approve the acqusition and use of the following items and doing the following things in an official or tournament sensha-dō match?

1. Iron oxide powder
2. Paint marker
3. Paintball marker
4. Aerosol spray paint
5. Liquid nitrogen in thermos (liquid nitrogen, oxygen, and titanium tetrachloride are all fairly cheap)
6. Blankets
7. Vuvuzelas
8. Airhorns
9. Flash powder
10. Titanium tetrachloride

11. Magnesium strips
12. Powdered aluminium
13. Replica equipment like mines
14. Stickers with Rauschen Girls' logo
15. Smoke bombs
16. Liquid oxygen in thermos
17. Sparklers
18. Glass containers
19. Lighters
20. Crowbars

21. Duct tape
22. Roller skates
23. Freezing water in thermos
24. Lightsticks & flares
25. Gasoline and styrofoam
26. Grease
27. Metal cable
28. Steel cans
29. Firecrackers

30. Dismounting from your vehicle temporarily to do things during a match
31. Climbing onto vehicles of opponent teams during a match
32. Entering vehicles of opponent teams during a match
33. Pouring liquids into or onto the engine of an opponent vehicle during a match
34. Placing objects into the gun barrel of an opponent vehicle during a match
35. Setting fire to a non-KO'd vehicle during a match
36. Firing the tank-mounted machinegun to force exposed people into cover during a match

Pretty sure they're not going to approved most of the list. Because it looks like things cheaters would do in regards to 31, 32, 33, 34, 35 and 36. Not to mention dangerous. :V

They're highschool girls dammit!!

---

Anyway...found some dangdut songs.

Katyusha

Panzerlied

Sakkijarven Pollka

Anything that causes bodily harm to both yourself or your opponents is a no-no, and so is 'infantry' action, which can and will get you killed. Smoke canisters are fine, as long as it can be fired remotely from the tank. Other than that, you're going to have to explain each and every one of the items and how you intend to use them.

[Sonitusia]

Would the school/sensha-dō league approve the acqusition and use of the following items and doing the following things in an official or tournament sensha-dō match?

1. Iron oxide powder
2. Paint marker
3. Paintball marker
4. Aerosol spray paint
5. Liquid nitrogen in thermos (liquid nitrogen, oxygen, and titanium tetrachloride are all fairly cheap)
6. Blankets
7. Vuvuzelas
8. Airhorns
9. Flash powder
10. Titanium tetrachloride

11. Magnesium strips
12. Powdered aluminium
13. Replica equipment like mines
14. Stickers with Rauschen Girls' logo
15. Smoke bombs
16. Liquid oxygen in thermos
17. Sparklers
18. Glass containers
19. Lighters
20. Crowbars

21. Duct tape
22. Roller skates
23. Freezing water in thermos
24. Lightsticks & flares
25. Gasoline and styrofoam
26. Grease
27. Metal cable
28. Steel cans
29. Firecrackers

30. Dismounting from your vehicle temporarily to do things during a match
31. Climbing onto vehicles of opponent teams during a match
32. Entering vehicles of opponent teams during a match
33. Pouring liquids into or onto the engine of an opponent vehicle during a match
34. Placing objects into the gun barrel of an opponent vehicle during a match
35. Setting fire to a non-KO'd vehicle during a match
36. Firing the tank-mounted machinegun to force exposed people into cover during a match

6, 4, 8, 14 (though I think I know what you're planning), 18 (careful if this shatters), 20 (most tanks have this anyways), and 30 are the only things I believe would be acceptable.

[Wolfenium]

Would the school/sensha-dō league approve the acqusition and use of the following items and doing the following things in an official or tournament sensha-dō match?

1. Iron oxide powder
2. Paint marker
3. Paintball marker
4. Aerosol spray paint
5. Liquid nitrogen in thermos (liquid nitrogen, oxygen, and titanium tetrachloride are all fairly cheap)
6. Blankets
7. Vuvuzelas
8. Airhorns
9. Flash powder
10. Titanium tetrachloride

11. Magnesium strips
12. Powdered aluminium
13. Replica equipment like mines
14. Stickers with Rauschen Girls' logo
15. Smoke bombs
16. Liquid oxygen in thermos
17. Sparklers
18. Glass containers
19. Lighters
20. Crowbars

21. Duct tape
22. Roller skates
23. Freezing water in thermos
24. Lightsticks & flares
25. Gasoline and styrofoam
26. Grease
27. Metal cable
28. Steel cans
29. Firecrackers

30. Dismounting from your vehicle temporarily to do things during a match
31. Climbing onto vehicles of opponent teams during a match
32. Entering vehicles of opponent teams during a match
33. Pouring liquids into or onto the engine of an opponent vehicle during a match
34. Placing objects into the gun barrel of an opponent vehicle during a match
35. Setting fire to a non-KO'd vehicle during a match
36. Firing the tank-mounted machinegun to force exposed people into cover during a match

6, 4, 8, 14 (though I think I know what you're planning), 18 (careful if this shatters), 20 (most tanks have this anyways), and 30 are the only things I believe would be acceptable.

As for 30, I'm considering adding additional rules for that. It's ok to get out for repairs (retracking and all that), but if a tank from an opposing team appears with a clear shot, the judge will decide whether it's knocked out and trigger the white flag remotely.

[Republic of Hasgriu]

Oh, and I think the Latvians have feminine forms for their surnames as well. I believe Iveta's surname should be Kovalenoka.

[Sonitusia]

6, 4, 8, 14 (though I think I know what you're planning), 18 (careful if this shatters), 20 (most tanks have this anyways), and 30 are the only things I believe would be acceptable.

As for 30, I'm considering adding additional rules for that. It's ok to get out for repairs (retracking and all that), but if a tank from an opposing team appears with a clear shot, the judge will decide whether it's knocked out and trigger the white flag remotely.

Wolf, the very first episode of the anime has Miho and Yukari sitting outside and watching St. Gloriana's tanks pass by. In the Pravda match, StuG team dug snow onto their tank, Pravda team literally danced outside while waiting for Ooarai to make up their minds as Yukari and Rommel spied on them, not to mention Yukari spotted the flag tank multiple times and coordinated the attack from above in a tower.

Then there's Anzio setting up cardboard impressions of their tanks.

For god's sake, 30 is pretty much so free to be used, that I'm honestly surprised no one has set up mines yet.

[Wolfenium]

As for 30, I'm considering adding additional rules for that. It's ok to get out for repairs (retracking and all that), but if a tank from an opposing team appears with a clear shot, the judge will decide whether it's knocked out and trigger the white flag remotely.

Wolf, the very first episode of the anime has Miho and Yukari sitting outside and watching St. Gloriana's tanks pass by. In the Pravda match, StuG team dug snow onto their tank, Pravda team literally danced outside while waiting for Ooarai to make up their minds as Yukari and Rommel spied on them, not to mention Yukari spotted the flag tank multiple times and coordinated the attack from above in a tower.

Then there's Anzio setting up cardboard impressions of their tanks.

For god's sake, 30 is pretty much so free to be used, that I'm honestly surprised no one has set up mines yet.

._.

Anime, because plot armour will keep you from getting killed by stray shells.

[Minroz]

Wolf, the very first episode of the anime has Miho and Yukari sitting outside and watching St. Gloriana's tanks pass by. In the Pravda match, StuG team dug snow onto their tank, Pravda team literally danced outside while waiting for Ooarai to make up their minds as Yukari and Rommel spied on them, not to mention Yukari spotted the flag tank multiple times and coordinated the attack from above in a tower.

Then there's Anzio setting up cardboard impressions of their tanks.

For god's sake, 30 is pretty much so free to be used, that I'm honestly surprised no one has set up mines yet.

._.

Anime, because plot armour will keep you from getting killed by stray shells.

This^.

Btw, no comments on dangdut? ;-;

[Sonitusia]

Wolf, the very first episode of the anime has Miho and Yukari sitting outside and watching St. Gloriana's tanks pass by. In the Pravda match, StuG team dug snow onto their tank, Pravda team literally danced outside while waiting for Ooarai to make up their minds as Yukari and Rommel spied on them, not to mention Yukari spotted the flag tank multiple times and coordinated the attack from above in a tower.

Then there's Anzio setting up cardboard impressions of their tanks.

For god's sake, 30 is pretty much so free to be used, that I'm honestly surprised no one has set up mines yet.

._.

Anime, because plot armour will keep you from getting killed by stray shells.

You say that like any of this is realistic.

[Wolfenium]

._.

Anime, because plot armour will keep you from getting killed by stray shells.

You say that like any of this is realistic.

.w.

[HATOOTEHLAND]

OMG GIRLS UND PANZEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111

[HATOOTEHLAND]

Part Two - Character Applications

Name: Natasha
Age (15-20): 18
Role (Delete where appropriate):, Gunner
Appearance/Pic:[img]https://tse1.mm.bing.net/th?&id=OIP.Mee2733d08f5680a424471a5aae4dffb0o0&w=202&h=299&c=0&pid=1.9&rs=0&p=0&r=0][/img]
Nationality: Russian
Ethnicity:European
Personality: an asshole at most, but very shy when accepted by others. She loved tanks and is very indoor person.
Biography: Natasha was a tank lover, a very passionate one indeed. unfortunately she was bullied for not liking trends so she had to move school, she is so interested in Senshado and hopes to be in the gunner position of the KV2 as she loves its 152mm canon. her mother and father divorced when she was 12, her life was very hard but she used tanks to get away from the life's challenges. Natasha's grades are very good but she does not have many have many friends. this has not hindered her goals though as she continues to train.

[HATOOTEHLAND]

I might have to stop as I csant find the crew for the KV2

[Republic of Hasgriu]

These are all the instances of you writing 'Kovalenoks' as Iveta's surname, which I believe is masculine in Latvian, Wolfenium. The feminine form appears to be 'Kovalenoka'. Ought to check this sort of surname thing, given the effort put in for other fields!

http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=31&t=380534&p=29130942&hilit=Kovalenoks#p29130942 URL for this one is weird, not sure why. I think Bermuda refers to Iveta as 'Kovalenoks' once as well, but it might be too much to pester him to edit.

http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic ... #p29043323

http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic ... #p28989296

http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic ... #p28955297

http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic ... #p29316918

http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic ... #p28946134

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1. Iron oxide powder (fire ignition)
2. Paint marker (writing)
3. Paintball marker (ruining camouflage, obscuring vision)
4. Aerosol spray paint (writing, ruining camouflage, obscuring vision)
5. Liquid nitrogen in thermos (cooking, coolant, disabling engines)
6. Blankets (thermal insulation, obscuring vision)
7. Vuvuzelas (producing loud sounds audible a distance away)
8. Airhorns (producing loud sounds audible a distance away)
9. Flash powder (producing loud sounds audible a distance away, nocebo mines, mines)
10. Titanium tetrachloride (smoke generation)

11. Magnesium strips (fire ignition)
12. Powdered aluminium (fire ignition)
13. Replica equipment like mines (area denial, nocebo)
14. Stickers with Rauschen Girls' logo (school pride, causing friendly fire, to stick onto dummy tanks)
15. Smoke bombs (smoke generation, area denial)
16. Liquid oxygen in thermos (coolant, enhancing incendiaries, disabling engines)
17. Sparklers (signalling)
18. Glass containers (container)
19. Lighters (fire ignition, disinfectant)
20. Crowbars (prying things open, maintenance)

21. Duct tape (adhesive, sealing holes, keeping hatches shut, repairs)
22. Roller skates (mobility, placed on shoes)
23. Freezing water in thermos (coolant, lubricant, disabling engines, firefighting)
24. Lightsticks & flares (signalling, light source)
25. Petrol & diesel (refuelling)
26. Grease (lubricant)
27. Metal cable (tying things together)
28. Steel cans (container)
29. Firecrackers (producing sounds audible a distance away, creating panic, deception)

33. Pouring liquids into or onto the engine of an opponent vehicle during a match (to disable opponents' engines)
34. Placing objects into the gun barrel of an opponent vehicle during a match (to disable opponents' guns)
37. Inflatable tanks/canvases, towed (deception, camouflage, causing shell wastage)
38. Using illumination shells offensively (obscuring vision, flash blindness)
39. Using smoke shells offensively (smoke inhalation)
40. Hiding/misplacing opponents' shells during a match (sabotage, logistics issues)
41. Lubricating roads (loss of control over vehicle)
42. Improvised anti-tank mines (area denial, disabling opponents' tanks)
43. Firing machine gun to attempt to damage sights of opponents' tanks (impairing spotting)
44. Prolonging match until dehydration sets in (degrading combat effectiveness)
45. Broadcasting on opponents' radio (disinformation)
46. Modifying or planting road signs (deception)
47. Skateboards (mobility)

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I wonder how Starshina Astrid and Eurydice's crew in general are reacting to the blaze. Henna, too. Poorly, I imagine. There's going to be a lot more than 'buu buu, desu wa!' here. It's probably going to become like that one memetic scene with Hitler and his generals in Downfall.

Welp, time to prepare a defense and seek out a pro bono attorney.

[Sonitusia]

By surviving the haze you mean barely clinging onto dear life.

I think this poisoning will have a serious toll on dice rolls.