P2TM Community Discussion Thread: I

[The Rio Grande River Basin]

Mhm. Warfare RPs; there’s enough of them in II for a life time.

The idea of having an RP; basically the same as nation RPs and political RPs here; but with Future space empires and bureaucracy is something that’s just delightfully tempting.

The idea certainly sounds fun to me. You’ll need to come up with good reasons nations can interact economically/politically, while not degenerating into warfare/brinksmanship. Perhaps some FTL-WMDs.

“The (insert name) Union has begun development of a weapon which could end the Cold War with the (Insert name) Federation, as the proxy wars between separatist movements become more and more violent; and the 4 great powers become more and more unstable.”

[The Rio Grande River Basin]

Whatabout a hunger games RP?

[Rudaslavia]

So, I am thinking of delving into the spooky cop genre, but with the untraditional twist that the main characters are not detectives and beat cops, but the people in charge of the cover up afterwards. They are a tight-nit team that swoops in afterwards in order to hide the traces of the supernatural, not necessarily directly, but by making up stories for the press and disappearing those who know to much. A team made up of communications experts, lawyers and the spookiest of spooks that horror can provide.

Are you playing right into the hands of whatever is lurking in the dark? Do people have the right to know about what hides beyond the bounds of science? Are you putting people at risk by targeting exactly the people who know most about what lies beyond?

Possibly, but these are questions your character has pushed far into the recesses of their own mind. Until now, that is.

This is such a a cool concept. I think it could be made even more interesting and atmospheric by setting it in late 1930s America, with the Depression and subsequent rise in political extremism around the globe adding fuel to criminal activity in the supernatural world.

[Mindhart]

Hi! thinking about starting an RP where people are in an ant colony.I'd throw enemies at them, they'd need to get food and water, It would have an IC and an OOC, but wondering if it'd be considered a chill/chat thread?

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

So, I am thinking of delving into the spooky cop genre, but with the untraditional twist that the main characters are not detectives and beat cops, but the people in charge of the cover up afterwards. They are a tight-nit team that swoops in afterwards in order to hide the traces of the supernatural, not necessarily directly, but by making up stories for the press and disappearing those who know to much. A team made up of communications experts, lawyers and the spookiest of spooks that horror can provide.

Are you playing right into the hands of whatever is lurking in the dark? Do people have the right to know about what hides beyond the bounds of science? Are you putting people at risk by targeting exactly the people who know most about what lies beyond?

Possibly, but these are questions your character has pushed far into the recesses of their own mind. Until now, that is.

This is such a a cool concept. I think it could be made even more interesting and atmospheric by setting it in late 1930s America, with the Depression and subsequent rise in political extremism around the globe adding fuel to criminal activity in the supernatural world.

That's interesting. What I had in mind was a dark power that was inherently uncontrollable, which is why governments don't try to harness it, but which ordinary people sometimes stumble across, or some arcane researchers call upon by accident. If that is the case, then the Great Depression is a great setting for both fascist extremists and those on the down and out, as well as modern researchers, stumbling across the dark forces.

[Rudaslavia]

This is such a a cool concept. I think it could be made even more interesting and atmospheric by setting it in late 1930s America, with the Depression and subsequent rise in political extremism around the globe adding fuel to criminal activity in the supernatural world.

That's interesting. What I had in mind was a dark power that was inherently uncontrollable, which is why governments don't try to harness it, but which ordinary people sometimes stumble across, or some arcane researchers call upon by accident. If that is the case, then the Great Depression is a great setting for both fascist extremists and those on the down and out, as well as modern researchers, stumbling across the dark forces.

I'd take part in that RP no questions asked, holy shit.

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

That's interesting. What I had in mind was a dark power that was inherently uncontrollable, which is why governments don't try to harness it, but which ordinary people sometimes stumble across, or some arcane researchers call upon by accident. If that is the case, then the Great Depression is a great setting for both fascist extremists and those on the down and out, as well as modern researchers, stumbling across the dark forces.

I'd take part in that RP no questions asked, holy shit.

Alright, I have begun working on the OP. Part of the OOC OP will be dedicated to explaining the way this institution works. It's still a work in progress, and will probably take some time, but this should shed some light on things. Happy to hear any feedback.

Joseph McWilliams sighed as he stepped across the threshold of the plantation house. Although Georgia was never truly cold, not even in the early days of february, that morning was particularly chilly, with low-hanging mist hugging the rolling grassy hills of the estate. The chill had crept into the house through the open doors and windows, which together with the lingering smell of gunsmoke masked the metallic odor of blood. Pools of red had clumped together in puddles all throughout the house, mainly around the still bodies of the clansmen, whose white robes had been stained and ripped almost beyond recognition. Two of them lay at the bottom of the central staircase, one on top of the other. One had lost his hood somewhere in the struggle; the other had lost his head, which was to be found four yards away towards the kitchen.

“There is one more at the back porch” the police sergeant explained, a handkerchief pushed against his mouth and nose. He tried to convey control over the situation, but his wide eyes of disbelief were all too familiar to McWilliams.

“And on the top floor there are five others” he said, gesturing up the stairs. McWilliams waited a moment for the sergeant to take the lead, but the look of anticipation told him that the police officer was doing the same for him. McWilliams, without drawing too much attention to the awkward pause, stepped over the two bodies and onto the staircase, holding onto the railing to avoid slipping on the steps slick with blood. On the top floor, McWilliams simply had to follow the trail; here too bodies were strewn across the floor, though they were not hooded or robed. They barely looked human, the bodies being in various stages of extreme decomposition so far advanced that they did not even smell. Their leathery skin, devoid of any colour but pale gray, was wrapped tightly around their bones, and most did not have eyes anymore.

McWilliams followed the trail of corpses to one of the sitting rooms. The door there had been shattered from the outside inward, its hinges hanging loose from one end, and the rest strewn in splinters across what remained of the room beyond. There, as the officer had indicated, five more clansmen lay, their bodies piled on top of each other with whatever loose extremities that had been torn off during whatever fighting had led to their demise. Around them lay the desiccated corpses of what McWilliams assumed were their assailants, together with the broken rifles and emptied pistols the clansmen had used to defend themselves. The parts of the floor, walls and ceiling that were not covered with red streaks or claw marks were marked in chalk with arcane symbols, a mix of runes, hieroglyphs, characters from various languages and latin lettering, in a pattern that was so random as to be organised. Between the words were photographs and paintings, all portraits of stern looking men dressed in the fashion of plantation owners. Between them were also those in confederate battle dress, most of them unfamiliar to McWilliams though he recognised some: Lee, Jackson, Davis, Stephens…

As McWilliams inspected the letters closer, he could see burn marks on the wall paper, seemingly having spread out from the chalk lettering but leaving them undisturbed. He checked the glass, which had cracked without shattering, and as he looked closer he could see that the cracks in the glass too formed symbols and texts. Under the window stood a portable stone altar, draped in a confederate and a US flag. The candles that had once crowned it lay broken on either side, but still undisturbed on top of it was a leather-bound volume. Its black letters read simply “Viking ancestor worship”, and it stood out for no other reason that it was completely untouched by the carnage that apparently had happened around it.

“Have any of your men touched the book?” McWilliams inquired. The sergeant, Dawson, shook his head. “I told them not to touch anything until you arrived,” he explained. McWilliams simply nodded.

“Good” he noted, retrieving a small canvas bag and sturdy leather gloves from his coat pocket. With great care, he wrapped the book in the canvas and placed it back on the altar. The book was well-known to McWilliams, who had seen it used before in the calling upon spirits of ancestors to come to one’s aid. Nazi paganism in Europe had led to somewhat of a revival of interests in the rites and rituals of the Vikings, and with it a rediscovery of 19th century arcane texts on the subject. Clearly, this group of miscreants had called upon their ancestors to come to their aid. From the pictures, it was not hard to see who they were imagining them to be. They had obviously failed to consider that, owing to the simple statistics and mathematics of reproduction, they were as closely related to the many formerly enslaved men, women and children buried in unmarked graves around the plantation as they were to confederate soldiers. Who, apparently, had answered the group's call for some form of aid, at least.

“Open and shut case, I think,” said McWilliams after collecting his thoughts.

“Clearly these men were grave-robbers, desecrating the graves of these poor people. Clansmen are a spiteful bunch. They must have gotten into an argument and turned on each other in the process”

“... ripping each others’ heads of in the process, after digging the slaves out of their unmarked graves from the inside” Dawson responded, with a scoff. “Without a spade to be found in a square mile.

“Exactly” McWilliams said. “That is what happened”

Dawson shook his head in disbelief. “Clearly, something happened here”

“I just told you what happened” McWilliams said. “And I will report as much to governor Talmadge. But if you want to write up a dissenting report, feel free, sergeant. I am not your superior” he explained. “I am sure Talmadge is happy to hear his police force report about zombies during his first month in office”

Dawson stared at McWilliams with a look of confusion, anger and contemplation. After a moment of silence, he nodded his head.

“Any idea on the symbols?” he inquired. McWilliams looked about him as if he were just noticing the patterns.

“I am not an expert in interior decoration, and I don’t see the wallpapering as being relevant to this case or my report” he said. He looked sternly at the sergeant.

“Do you?” he asked curtly. The sergeant pondered for a moment, but shook his head.

“Glad we agree,” McWilliams said happily. From the altar he retrieved the canvas-wrapped book and placed it under his arm. In silence, the sergeant led him down the stairs again, and within moments McWilliams was over the threshold again. Outside the front porch, Dawson’s officers had built two pyres, where they were disposing of the partially-mummified remains of the grave robbing victims, many of whose bullet-shattered bodies still lay everywhere. They were careful not to step into the small holes, through which the bodies had been exhumed. Already, some officers were pushing dirt back into the holes, as there was no shovel on the premises they could use to close them up again. McWilliams did not say a word, simply getting back into his black car and driving back towards Atlanta to make his report, passing by the police line and the hordes of journalists just out of view of the plantation house. A few made photos as the cars passed, and through the thin windshield he could hear muffled questions. Like always, it would have blown over by the time he got back to D.C.

“One of these days…” he muttered. “One of these jackals is going to get through”

[Rudaslavia]

I'd take part in that RP no questions asked, holy shit.

Alright, I have begun working on the OP. Part of the OOC OP will be dedicated to explaining the way this institution works. It's still a work in progress, and will probably take some time, but this should shed some light on things. Happy to hear any feedback.

Joseph McWilliams sighed as he stepped across the threshold of the plantation house. Although Georgia was never truly cold, not even in the early days of february, that morning was particularly chilly, with low-hanging mist hugging the rolling grassy hills of the estate. The chill had crept into the house through the open doors and windows, which together with the lingering smell of gunsmoke masked the metallic odor of blood. Pools of red had clumped together in puddles all throughout the house, mainly around the still bodies of the clansmen, whose white robes had been stained and ripped almost beyond recognition. Two of them lay at the bottom of the central staircase, one on top of the other. One had lost his hood somewhere in the struggle; the other had lost his head, which was to be found four yards away towards the kitchen.

“There is one more at the back porch” the police sergeant explained, a handkerchief pushed against his mouth and nose. He tried to convey control over the situation, but his wide eyes of disbelief were all too familiar to McWilliams.

“And on the top floor there are five others” he said, gesturing up the stairs. McWilliams waited a moment for the sergeant to take the lead, but the look of anticipation told him that the police officer was doing the same for him. McWilliams, without drawing too much attention to the awkward pause, stepped over the two bodies and onto the staircase, holding onto the railing to avoid slipping on the steps slick with blood. On the top floor, McWilliams simply had to follow the trail; here too bodies were strewn across the floor, though they were not hooded or robed. They barely looked human, the bodies being in various stages of extreme decomposition so far advanced that they did not even smell. Their leathery skin, devoid of any colour but pale gray, was wrapped tightly around their bones, and most did not have eyes anymore.

McWilliams followed the trail of corpses to one of the sitting rooms. The door there had been shattered from the outside inward, its hinges hanging loose from one end, and the rest strewn in splinters across what remained of the room beyond. There, as the officer had indicated, five more clansmen lay, their bodies piled on top of each other with whatever loose extremities that had been torn off during whatever fighting had led to their demise. Around them lay the desiccated corpses of what McWilliams assumed were their assailants, together with the broken rifles and emptied pistols the clansmen had used to defend themselves. The parts of the floor, walls and ceiling that were not covered with red streaks or claw marks were marked in chalk with arcane symbols, a mix of runes, hieroglyphs, characters from various languages and latin lettering, in a pattern that was so random as to be organised. Between the words were photographs and paintings, all portraits of stern looking men dressed in the fashion of plantation owners. Between them were also those in confederate battle dress, most of them unfamiliar to McWilliams though he recognised some: Lee, Jackson, Davis, Stephens…

As McWilliams inspected the letters closer, he could see burn marks on the wall paper, seemingly having spread out from the chalk lettering but leaving them undisturbed. He checked the glass, which had cracked without shattering, and as he looked closer he could see that the cracks in the glass too formed symbols and texts. Under the window stood a portable stone altar, draped in a confederate and a US flag. The candles that had once crowned it lay broken on either side, but still undisturbed on top of it was a leather-bound volume. Its black letters read simply “Viking ancestor worship”, and it stood out for no other reason that it was completely untouched by the carnage that apparently had happened around it.

“Have any of your men touched the book?” McWilliams inquired. The sergeant, Dawson, shook his head. “I told them not to touch anything until you arrived,” he explained. McWilliams simply nodded.

“Good” he noted, retrieving a small canvas bag and sturdy leather gloves from his coat pocket. With great care, he wrapped the book in the canvas and placed it back on the altar. The book was well-known to McWilliams, who had seen it used before in the calling upon spirits of ancestors to come to one’s aid. Nazi paganism in Europe had led to somewhat of a revival of interests in the rites and rituals of the Vikings, and with it a rediscovery of 19th century arcane texts on the subject. Clearly, this group of miscreants had called upon their ancestors to come to their aid. From the pictures, it was not hard to see who they were imagining them to be. They had obviously failed to consider that, owing to the simple statistics and mathematics of reproduction, they were as closely related to the many formerly enslaved men, women and children buried in unmarked graves around the plantation as they were to confederate soldiers. Who, apparently, had answered the group's call for some form of aid, at least.

“Open and shut case, I think,” said McWilliams after collecting his thoughts.

“Clearly these men were grave-robbers, desecrating the graves of these poor people. Clansmen are a spiteful bunch. They must have gotten into an argument and turned on each other in the process”

“... ripping each others’ heads of in the process, after digging the slaves out of their unmarked graves from the inside” Dawson responded, with a scoff. “Without a spade to be found in a square mile.

“Exactly” McWilliams said. “That is what happened”

Dawson shook his head in disbelief. “Clearly, something happened here”

“I just told you what happened” McWilliams said. “And I will report as much to governor Talmadge. But if you want to write up a dissenting report, feel free, sergeant. I am not your superior” he explained. “I am sure Talmadge is happy to hear his police force report about zombies during his first month in office”

Dawson stared at McWilliams with a look of confusion, anger and contemplation. After a moment of silence, he nodded his head.

“Any idea on the symbols?” he inquired. McWilliams looked about him as if he were just noticing the patterns.

“I am not an expert in interior decoration, and I don’t see the wallpapering as being relevant to this case or my report” he said. He looked sternly at the sergeant.

“Do you?” he asked curtly. The sergeant pondered for a moment, but shook his head.

“Glad we agree,” McWilliams said happily. From the altar he retrieved the canvas-wrapped book and placed it under his arm. In silence, the sergeant led him down the stairs again, and within moments McWilliams was over the threshold again. Outside the front porch, Dawson’s officers had built two pyres, where they were disposing of the partially-mummified remains of the grave robbing victims, many of whose bullet-shattered bodies still lay everywhere. They were careful not to step into the small holes, through which the bodies had been exhumed. Already, some officers were pushing dirt back into the holes, as there was no shovel on the premises they could use to close them up again. McWilliams did not say a word, simply getting back into his black car and driving back towards Atlanta to make his report, passing by the police line and the hordes of journalists just out of view of the plantation house. A few made photos as the cars passed, and through the thin windshield he could hear muffled questions. Like always, it would have blown over by the time he got back to D.C.

“One of these days…” he muttered. “One of these jackals is going to get through”

I love this already.

[Revlona]

So weird thought. But I kinda want a monarchy rp, ya know, king/queen (or even high king/high queen or emperor/empress) with princes and princesses all competing over the title of crown Prince/princess etc
Have no idea how anything like that would look but I just kinda want it haha

[Theyra]

So weird thought. But I kinda want a monarchy rp, ya know, king/queen (or even high king/high queen or emperor/empress) with princes and princesses all competing over the title of crown Prince/princess etc
Have no idea how anything like that would look but I just kinda want it haha

I can help you with that if you want. Kinda wanting of a political/court intrigue rp of some kind.

[Revlona]

So weird thought. But I kinda want a monarchy rp, ya know, king/queen (or even high king/high queen or emperor/empress) with princes and princesses all competing over the title of crown Prince/princess etc
Have no idea how anything like that would look but I just kinda want it haha

I can help you with that if you want. Kinda wanting of a political/court intrigue rp of some kind.

Oh awesome. Yeah I’d be very willing to work with someone else on this, especially if they’re interested in it like you said.

[G-Tech Corporation]

So weird thought. But I kinda want a monarchy rp, ya know, king/queen (or even high king/high queen or emperor/empress) with princes and princesses all competing over the title of crown Prince/princess etc
Have no idea how anything like that would look but I just kinda want it haha

That would be grand fun. Ye olde Harkback had a similar idea you could crib notes from, which was quite successful.

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[Revlona]

So weird thought. But I kinda want a monarchy rp, ya know, king/queen (or even high king/high queen or emperor/empress) with princes and princesses all competing over the title of crown Prince/princess etc
Have no idea how anything like that would look but I just kinda want it haha

That would be grand fun. Ye olde Harkback had a similar idea you could crib notes from, which was quite successful.

le link

I’ll definitely give it a look over! I think for a successful rp it has to be more than just court intrigue, players need things to do, just not entirely sure what that thing is. Maybe have them be the court of a nation whith other npc nations giving interactions or making them react to crisis causes by interaction with said nations etc

[G-Tech Corporation]

That would be grand fun. Ye olde Harkback had a similar idea you could crib notes from, which was quite successful.

le link

I’ll definitely give it a look over! I think for a successful rp it has to be more than just court intrigue, players need things to do, just not entirely sure what that thing is. Maybe have them be the court of a nation whith other npc nations giving interactions or making them react to crisis causes by interaction with said nations etc

For sure. Hark had internal politics in the form of maneuvering between the various lords and ladies for favor with the Royal Court, meaning allocations of land, royal loans, being allowed to raise larger armies, favorable taxes, all that. The external things to do were in the form of holdings, which could be developed over time to give a lord or lady an advantage, exploration and conquest to seize new holdings to grow personal power, and kingdom-wide policies and innovations. You could rise up and attempt to usurp the king, or try to get a royal marriage, and all that.

You could also do a RP where there are two kingdoms who have multiple noble figures, so a noble can switch their loyalty, royals are struggling to unify their fractious kingdoms, so on and so forth.

[Revlona]

I’ll definitely give it a look over! I think for a successful rp it has to be more than just court intrigue, players need things to do, just not entirely sure what that thing is. Maybe have them be the court of a nation whith other npc nations giving interactions or making them react to crisis causes by interaction with said nations etc

For sure. Hark had internal politics in the form of maneuvering between the various lords and ladies for favor with the Royal Court, meaning allocations of land, royal loans, being allowed to raise larger armies, favorable taxes, all that. The external things to do were in the form of holdings, which could be developed over time to give a lord or lady an advantage, exploration and conquest to seize new holdings to grow personal power, and kingdom-wide policies and innovations. You could rise up and attempt to usurp the king, or try to get a royal marriage, and all that.

You could also do a RP where there are two kingdoms who have multiple noble figures, so a noble can switch their loyalty, royals are struggling to unify their fractious kingdoms, so on and so forth.

Those are both definitely possibilities. I think I prefer sticking to players belonging to one kingdoms court, either as ministers, members of the royal household, and maybe lords (still unsure about this one). The ministers could be competing for favor with the princes and princesses and king/queen. The princes and princesses would be competing for their own powers and ultimately to be named heir apparent.

They’d have to react to eachothers moves, to domestic affairs, and to foreign events, etc.

[Theyra]

I can help you with that if you want. Kinda wanting of a political/court intrigue rp of some kind.

Oh awesome. Yeah I’d be very willing to work with someone else on this, especially if they’re interested in it like you said.

Nice and since we are on the same discords groups on discord. We can start there, and here is a link to an rp that I think will be useful to you. RP It got people but died early on because the OP disappeared.

[Revlona]

Oh awesome. Yeah I’d be very willing to work with someone else on this, especially if they’re interested in it like you said.

Nice and since we are on the same discords groups on discord. We can start there, and here is a link to an rp that I think will be useful to you. RP It got people but died early on because the OP disappeared.

Sounds good to me!

[Ovstylap]

Some sort of Medieval Court/Feudal System/Crusader Kings RP would be absolutely amazing and I'd love to be involved and do a Macbeth... ahem... ermm... ahem... sorry, slight cough there.

[Revlona]

Some sort of Medieval Court/Feudal System/Crusader Kings RP would be absolutely amazing and I'd love to be involved and do a Macbeth... ahem... ermm... ahem... sorry, slight cough there.

I’ll keep people informed then

[Ovstylap]

I'm curious then about if people are more interested in a court/intrigue RP, or more of a wider ranging feudal RP within a kingdom where a variety of nobles compete/co-operate in the system and respond to various events as well as create interactions of their own. With mechanics involving fief management etc?

[G-Tech Corporation]

I'm curious then about if people are more interested in a court/intrigue RP, or more of a wider ranging feudal RP within a kingdom where a variety of nobles compete/co-operate in the system and respond to various events as well as create interactions of their own. With mechanics involving fief management etc?

I personally enjoy myself a RP with fiefs, armies, all that, to give meat to the court intrigue. But that do be me.

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

I'm curious then about if people are more interested in a court/intrigue RP, or more of a wider ranging feudal RP within a kingdom where a variety of nobles compete/co-operate in the system and respond to various events as well as create interactions of their own. With mechanics involving fief management etc?

I myself am more into court intrique, but with the caveat that in order to have power-play, the various politicians need some power base of their own. So, like G said, that can be fiefs, but it could also be ministries and other institutions loyal to certain people.

[Revlona]

Can definitely work those aspects into the rp, hell I was honestly leaning towards it I’m not going to lie so I’m glad people agree that it would be an additive property.

[The Second Order of Life]

Good morning, P2TM! I am but a humble beginner in the art of NS roleplay, here to seek feedback from your Highnesses for her unworthy idea, born inside her feeble, mortal mind! I am unworthy of your attention, your Highnesses, yet I humbly ask that you bestow it upon me. I hope that was humble enough to actually make anyone read this seriously...

Jokes aside, have any of ya'll watched "Love, Death & Robots"? I've watched it a year or so ago, and there's an idea that's just been bouncing about in the back of my mind for a while now, ever since I've began to interact with these forums. If you've seen the show already, my RP idea is just "The Secret War" - if not, let me explain (spoilers ahead, go watch it if you have Netflix, it's absolutely worth it):

The series is pretty much a collection of animated versions of short stories by niche writers, often involving light sci-fi or fantasy. One particular episode, "The Secret War" portrays a Soviet Russian military patrol in Siberia during WW2, hunting for demonic creatures foretold by Russian folklore that were awakened by a Soviet officer's botched ritual to invoke them and wield them as weapons in the war against Germany. The whole gist of it is that it's an unseen war, one the Soviet government has absolutely no interest in exposing to the public and the rest of the world, fought in a cold and desolate place without access to resources or proper shelter, maintaining sparse contact with upper command levels. One where soldiers barely escape from, only to be thrown again and again at the jaws of death, facing an enemy that is as violent as they are mysterious.

My pitch is a character-based RP - one where each user controls one character that is part of a squad, patrolling alone in the desolate nature, eventually finding desecrated small villages and vestiges of the fiends that inhabit the dark forests of the tundra. Fighting, hunting, marching towards vague objectives at day and camping at night, hoping the creatures spare them from a surprise attack. The threads would be hosted here in P2TM, obviously. With all that said, there are two problems that I have with my idea so far:

1. If I were to host this, I would not be able to maintain its original WW2 Soviet flavour. I'm simply not knowledgeable enough in that particular field to make the ambience feel appropriate. I'd probably have to make it into some type of sci-fi, and adapt the lore accordingly. I'd still keep the "ancient danger foretold by folklore" aspect, but I'd specifically steer clear from making the setting specifically in WW2 Siberia;
2. Gameplay aspects. An RP with so much survival aspects like this one would need a few rolls of the die, if only to make things more interesting. I'd personally be against adding stats or similar concepts, reserving dice rolls for situations where I think player consensus and story-making won't be interesting enough, but it's a possibility that I've yet to fully explore.
3. I don't know what the plot would be. Would this particular squad be the one to end this threat for good? Would this just be a story of defeat and show the characters inevitably succumbing one by one to the harsh realities of this war, until the last one dropped dead? I personally like gloomy stories, so the latter would seem better, yet I'm not 100% sold on it myself.

Does this idea interest any of you? If so, what are your ideas to improving it? As ya'll can probably tell from a quick glance at my profile, I'm quite inexperienced in NS RPs in general; guidance would be really welcome. I must also admit that my limitation as a writer is quite unfortunate - I'd be down for sticking to the Soviet theme if that were to be more interesting, but I would need some severe hand-holding - helping your grandmother across the street type of hand-holding - which is probably not very appealing to most. If push comes to shove, perhaps someone more experienced could take the reigns and be the OP, but I'm getting ahead of myself!

[G-Tech Corporation]

Sounds like a fun concept, Second Order - I'm actually running a band from the Secret War in a RP here on P2TM myself. I think there's lots of latitude there for a good writing project, though it is a shame you feel it would be difficult to keep the Soviet setting. I'm not entirely sure what meat there would be to the story without a defined setting. Did you have another one in mind, perhaps?