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Affi posted:How does this game even work behind the scenes and all? Cliffs notes: Playing it solo, this game relies completely off of dice rolls, and characters on a board (or in my case, pen 'n' paper) reacting to each other. Everything has values, and when you're locked in a shootout, you take stock of the situation, see who sees who first, and who has the initiative. Pvt. Dumbass is in cover, Lt Useless is hidden and Nguyen comes into sight while moving quickly, the characters toss various d6 based on their levels (Dumbass gets the advantage by being in cover, Lt Useless has a bigger die advantage) Nguyen can fire because he is the active character while reacting, but has a malus because he is moving out of cover. Dumbass fires first, and if his shots miss, then Nguyen can fire in reaction after doing a check to see how he reacted to being shot at. Its a little confusing, but that's why I sanitize most things outside of big die rolls because a lot of it literally an hour plus of rolling die and people missing at point blank. I hope that helps a little. I don't have the manual on my person otherwise I would quote a direct example from it. Just imagine D&D but instead of noble warriors, its a clusterfuck of people who don't want to be there, and instead of magic, its F-100s. I do take liberties with character creation, and assign traits and stats based on what people describe their character like. I'm not die rolling stats if they're explicitly saying that their character is a dumbass or very fit or something. Top Hats Monthly fucked around with this message at 21:37 on Jun 20, 2019 |
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(Totally aping what other folks are doing by trying to write in-character letters home) A letter, selected from the memoirs of Jennifer B. Delani-Glass, dated 12/9/1965, from her nephew Arthur "Dear Aunt Jenny, Well, yesterday I saw my first combat mission. Told An-Li (she's the farm-girl I keep telling you about) all about it. How I searched the hut with Ringlo, Seb, and Joe. How we found nothing there but an ambush in a village that was supposed to be friendly towards us. How I took aim and Anyway, I got your letter about Grandfather. I'm surprised I'm still getting something after what I did in the courthouse. After all, I did kind of air out all the dirty laundry we had in our closet. And the Rollins'. And the Brathewhytes'. And the Petersons'. And maybe the MacPhees', though I admit I had nothing more solid to hand the investigators at the time other than suspicions. He's really leaving me Father's portion of the inheritance, after all the trouble I've caused? I'm glad Father's still in jail, otherwise, I'm afraid he'd have a heart attack. If only I could see the look on Father's face when he was told that! Grandfather probably still has some life left in him, though, so don't expect to execute his will any time soon. Also, do you still own that business complex over by Route 40, you know, the one near that new development Rouse is thinking about doing something with? An-Li was thinking about opening up a restaurant Gotta go; An-Li's mother just came over to cook up some more Nuoc Mam wings for the platoon. Captain keeps telling her we have chefs on staff, but she keeps coming over and serving for us anyway, and I don't hear my squadmates complaining. What can I say, I love the stuff she makes. If I can, I'll ask for the recipe for Delila. That way, she can learn all about different cooking styles. Love, Arty PS: The guys have taken to calling me "Rooster" for some godforsaken reason. Lord only knows why." HereticMIND fucked around with this message at 00:52 on Jun 21, 2019 |
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Top Hats Monthly posted:Just imagine D&D but instead of noble warriors, its a clusterfuck of people who don't want to be there, and instead of magic, its F-100s. I have it on trustworthy authority that when you're pinned down by heavy fire and you're certain you're about to die, a flight of F-100s dropping a shitton of napalm on your attackers feels like loving magic.
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DId up a character, didn't see them on the list - should I repost them or you have enough willing victims for now?
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wedgekree posted:DId up a character, didn't see them on the list - should I repost them or you have enough willing victims for now? If you're talking about Roger, I have bad news for you...
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HereticMIND posted:If you're talking about Roger, I have bad news for you... Dammit! Died already so fast I didn't even notic ehis passing. ... Wait, that's probably exactly what realistically would have happened. The system works.
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A letter addressed to Woodrow Wilson "Woody" Guthrie, Brooklyn State Hospital - December [date illegible] 1965 Dad, Hope this letter makes it to you, and I hope mom can read my lousy handwriting well enough out loud. I don't know what I'm supposed to say or not in letters like this -- they don't want us talking in too much detail, or saying certain unsavory things that may make this whole situation look bad. I can only say that war is days of sitting around doing absolutely nothing, punctuated with hours of the most unimaginable, inhuman hell possible. I've seen more blood in the past month than most sane people will see in a lifetime; more young lives cut short than anyone should ever have to witness. And I haven't the slightest idea what all this is for. And I've been... doing a job of it, too. Uncle Sam saw fit to slap a new chevron on my shoulder and give me a Bronze Star for all the 'good' work I've been doing. Every time someone calls me "Corporal" or listens with wonder at the stories, I feel like I need to vomit all over my own boots. Anyway dad, I wanted to tell you a story about that Bronze Star. Unfortunately, I 'lost' it! Who'd have thought, you'd think something like that might be important enough that it wouldn't just slip outta my pocket. It happened the other day while I was having a chat with an elderly little Vietnamese blacksmith in the village we're based out of... tiny little guy, hunched over and about a thousand years old. He only had a little bit of English, but it was enough to have a friendly conversation. And wouldn't you know it, I walked in with that Bronze Star in my pocket, and walked out without it. Can't imagine what happened! But you know something, dad? That little old blacksmith must have understood more of our friendly conversation than a thought; he tracked me down the other day, all smiles, and gave me a gift. Sure, he said something about "what I asked for", but it was definitely a gift of his own design. Seems the fellow had some spare bronze lying around his shop (wherever he could have come across it, I have no idea!) and made me a little trinket. I've enclosed it for you, dad. Hope you understand it and think well of me. This war is terrible, but it hasn't completely changed me... some things about a man are set in stone (or, well.. bronze). Much love to mom, Nora, and Joady, Arlo Archivist's note: included with the letter is a small handworked bronze figurine of a dove carrying an olive branch. The dove is weeping, and the olive branch is wilted. Drone fucked around with this message at 13:53 on Jun 21, 2019 |
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 1000 DECEMBER 12 1965 CAM RANH Music: Ray Charles - What'd I say Mission: Crashed ARVN C-47 just inside of the town. Insert in, treat wounded, guard the crash site, leave. Expect light harassment and a lot of civilians. ROE strict. Story: WO Tanaka took the helicopter carrying Squad 3-1 down near the crash site. The first on scene. Two helicopters full of medical personnel followed up behind in reserve. Corporal Guthrie approached the destroyed plane, flames shooting out of it.  "drat." Cpl. Guthrie said. "What a mess." "Okay men! Triage the wounded, get them to a position away from the aircraft. Dempsey! Tell the crowd to get out of here!" SSgt. Paulsen yelled. He didn't like being in a real town in combat footing. It made him deeply uneasy. SSgt. Paulsen fiddled with his M16, and surveyed the crash site.  As Pfc. Dempsey was pushing back the crowd, speaking in French for the people to move along. The crowd milled around, trying to catch a glimpse of the crash site. He noticed a man in the crowd who had a holster. The men made eye contact, and the man ran off. Pfc. Dempsey, not wanting to start a riot by firing a shotgun into the crowd, backed off. Made up some "crowd control rules". Basically, it is simple die rolls how Dempsey handles various groups of civilians within the crowd. 1-2 the crowd remains passive 3-4 there is agitation, and 5-6 a riot begins to break out. Dempsey handled it smoothly with three die rolls of 1, 2, 1. Shoulda became an MP. "Sarn't we got someone armed around heah!" Dempsey shouted. SSgt. Paulsen immediately ordered Cpl. Guthrie, Pvt. Lemke, Pfc. Ringlo and Pfc. Polidoro behind the severed wing of the crashed aircraft in combat footing. The crowd scattered, screaming, as shots rang out from the crowd. "EVERYONE!" shouted SSgt. Paulsen "Combat footing! Lawson! Any alive?" "Negative. No survivors!" replied Lawson, walking around checking the breathing of the dead ARVN airborne troops. SSgt. Paulsen grabbed the radio from Bac and called for the medical personnel to evacuate, which they did so dutifully. Pfc. Dempsey moved as fast as possible behind the wing, while the others moved into position in a damaged building. Gunfire grew heavier. Lemke took a shot at a running VC, missing him by a mere inch as the VC slid behind cover. "gently caress me!" SSgt. Paulsen yelled. "Cam Ranh this is Paulsen, what are the chances of getting some fire support, over?" he spoke into his radio. "Negative, Paulsen, risk of civilian casualties too high. Hold in position, reinforcements are rolling out." crackled the voice. Behind the wing, Pfc. Polidoro noticed an opportunity. He began to step out of cover, dodging shot after shot heading his way, and sliding up behind a VW Bug. "Joe! Joe! What the gently caress are you doing?" yelled Guthrie, having yet to fire his M60. Lucky Pfc. Polidoro! Missed getting shot by like five die rolls before getting to a safe spot. Probably the luckiest die roll so far, even luckier than when Guthrie mowed down all those troops "I got this!" yelled Pfc. Polidoro, crouching behind the vehicle. The group in the building fired in the general direction of where the fire was coming from, but just could not see anything. SSgt. Paulsen had to act quickly. He ordered his squad to move to the building across the street for a better firing position. They moved out and took up new positions. SSgt. Paulsen, sitting in the second story window, caught the glint of glass. "Sni-!" SSgt. Paulsen began to shout, before tumbling back from the window holding his chest, blood streaming out of a rather large hole in his upper chest. From the extra lucky Joe to the horribly unlucky Jake. That shot had no business hitting, but the die are cruel Gods and the VC rolled a perfect. "Man down!" shouted Pfc. Lawson running to tend to Paulsen's wounds. "Bac! Bac! Get on the horn, Paulsen is down!" Lawson shouted from the upper level, trying to pack the wound with gauze. "Cam Ranh, SSgt. Paulsen is down, need help immediately, over." said Bac into his radio. There was a loud hiss of interference. "Fuckin' dammit!" shouted Bac, taking the radio off his back and messing with the controls. Just across the street, Pfc. Polidoro fired his M16 at two VC who were attempting to cross up towards the wing and cut them down. Every time a radio call is done, there is a chance that there is a radio failure or atmospheric interference. This is one of those times. Pvt. Hunter ran up from the damaged building to the destroyed airplane fuselage and hollered for Cpl. Guthrie "Guthrie! Guthrie! You're leading! Sergeant is down!" shouted Hunter Guthrie cringed. His tough guy act got him from Private First Class to Specialist, and Specialist to Corporal, and now he was in charge of the safety of eight men besides himself. "Aw poo poo. Ah okay! Joe, keep up that fire! Race Car, you yell for Rooster, tell him we're going to do a hand off here, and stay in position! I need to get Bac! Everyone, open fire, cover my move!" he screamed. The gunfire went from steady cracks to hail as Guthrie ran lugging his M60 and ammunition to the damaged building where the rest of the squad was. Bac continued to mess with his radio. "Sitrep!" shouted Guthrie into Bac's ear. "Gotta failure here--trying to get it working" said Bac, rotating a frequency dial. "Nothing across any spectrum but static." he continued. Bac just can't get the radio to work. Combined with bad atmospheric conditions and unlucky rolls, I think his radio is simply busted. "Well--keep working on it!" Cpl. Guthrie shouted, running up the steps to the wounded SSgt. Paulsen. "Oh poo poo-Jake." Cpl. Guthrie mumbled, before asking Pfc. Lawson what the situation was. "He's got a major gun shot wound to his shoulder. I can see bone fragments out the back, he lost consciousness when he was hit, but he's occasionally comin' round!" said Pfc. Lawson, putting a tag on SSgt. Paulsen's uniform. "He'll be fine, I think. He just needs to get outta here." Pfc. Lawson continued. Across the street, Pfc. Polidoro tossed a grenade over a small ledge that the VC were using for cover, the grenade landed and he got the men behind it. Pfc. Glass slid right into position as the men behind the wing continued to fire sporadically. "I think we should withdraw," Ringlo began to say. "We have no one really in command here, we gotta get back towards them." "What about Joe?" said Pfc. Glass. "He's in a bad spot. The only way I think we could get to him is a charge." Pvt. Lemke said. "A-a charge?" Pfc. Ringlo snapped. "You want to do a loving charge? Are you crazy? What war is this?" Ringlo continued. "Yeah. You're right. Maybe a bad idea." Pvt. Lemke said sheepishly. "JOE! YOU GOT A PLAN?" Pfc. Dempsey yelled. There was no response. The men peaked over the corner and saw Joe step around the ridge that he had cleared out, and begin firing his M16, hitting two VC while dodging enemy fire. Joe is the man of the hour, managing to hit all his allotted targets after dodging the rifle fire of two VC thanks to some particularly kind reaction rolls. "Yeah! I think I do!" said Pfc. Polidoro, before returning to cover behind the Volkswagen. As he was doing so, Cpl. Guthrie led the rest of the squad up to the wing, while Lawson remained behind with Paulsen. "We're gonna flush 'em out!" yelled Cpl. Guthrie. "Let's move!" he continued. The squad laid covering fire and eventually made it up the damaged ridge where Pfc. Polidoro was holding out. They decided they would cross up the road, and send a fireteam in to clear out the house they believed the VC. Pvt. Hunter, Pfc. Glass, Pfc. Polidoro, and Pfc. Dempsey were the selected. The men got up against the door and prepared to breach the building. Pfc. Glass tossed in a grenade and the team followed after its explosion. "Contact!" shouted Pfc. Glass, as a VC woman with a pistol crouched around the corner fired her weapon. Pfc. Glass fell to the floor, while the rest of the team opened fire, blowing the woman across the room. "Man down!" shouted Pfc. Dempsey, racking his shotgun. "Rooster's hit!" "Aw gently caress I'm fine..." said Pfc. Glass, holding his legs in pain. "Small caliber...round...ouch." he said grimacing, laying on the floor, blood streaming from both legs. He fumbled with his M16 and continued to hold it at his shoulder "Come on! Clear the rest of the house!" Rooster was hit twice, but thankfully, in the limbs, and with crappy hit die from the VC, so he is alive, but he needs to be carried around. Pfc. Polidoro entered the next room, where a man with a knife confronted him. Pfc. Polidoro hit the man in the face with the butt of his rifle knocking him out and sending him flying across a small table full of food. The good rolls can't stop coming for Pfc. Polidoro, despite being at a big disadvantage by being confronted with a melee weapon and having no bayonet or knife out. "Glad to see people are eating well around here" he snarked, before readjusting his rifle. Pvt. Hunter, in close combat going up the stairs, faced a VC who was brandishing an old Japanese pistol, which shot and missed. Pvt. Hunter reacted quickly, and shot the man in the head. He noticed up against the window sill an old Russian rifle with a scope attached. The team continued to search the house, finding nothing as the familiar rumble of armored vehicles began to come by. The fireteam left the house, having secured it. Pfc. Dempsey picked up Pfc. Glass and carried him outside to the rest of the squad, who were receiving light fire from one more house across the street. An M48 slowly turned its turret and fired, collapsing the building and any resistance inside of it.  "Nice tank!" shouted Pvt. Hunter. The team used the radio in the tank to communicate with Battalion HQ. A helicopter set down not too much after, and Pfc. Glass and SSgt. Paulsen were loaded into it, with Lawson going along to continue care. It was a hard fight, but it wasn't for nothing. VC will have seriously depleted their numbers and have blown their cover inside of Cam Ranh. Pfc. Glass, though shot twice, had wounds that would be easy to recover from. SSgt. Paulsen however, having lost a significant amount of blood, will be transferred to Honolulu.  Phew. Survived the "died of wounds die roll" We won't be seeing SSgt. Paulsen for a while. Or perhaps again. As the healthy men lounged at Cam Ranh Air Field, waiting for their next orders, they received word they would be transferred. "Where the hell is Bong Son?" Primary Objective: Secure the Crash Site Success Secondary Objective: Control the crowd with no civilian casualties Success Tertiary Objective: Eliminate VC in area Success Casualties SSgt. 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Christ this is a good LP. Also: Chief Savage Man posted:POLIDORO STRONG NEW YORK metropolitan area BOIS tearin' up this squad
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Man, we are so much luckier than the poor saps in Grey Hunter's LP, which saw so much Goon blood water the soil of Vietnam. And a thousand cheers for Polidoro!
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Polidoro owns Also this is a good LP and it owns
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Kangxi posted:Also this is a good LP and it owns Any LP that makes me think about it while I'm nowhere near a computer is a good LP.
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Great update. I've been playing around with this character idea and although I don't know if it'll ever have any gameplay or, more importantly, narrative significance, let's just drop this in. Faction: New Zealand Army Corps Name: Peter Harrow Age: 28 Hometown: Auckland, NZ Character description: This lanky, red-haired, terminally cheery Kiwi is an Officer in the NZ army apparently acting in a mostly observational role. As such he spends a lot of time in Saigon making friends with all sorts of people. It follows that there's been a fair amount of gossip concerning his person; that he's an informant for MI6, or the CIA, or the KGB, or perhaps all three. In any case, he's certainly a charismatic guy.
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I have a sinking feeling that my guy’s luck will not hold out once he’s back up.
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HereticMIND posted:I have a sinking feeling that my guy’s luck will not hold out once he’s back up. This is why I made Tanaka a helicopter pilot. He's obviously not safe from harm, yet he's a fair bit more likely to survive than any of you poor schmucks on the ground.
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Losing the squad lead hits hard, especially since he was a good one. At least by army standards the mission was a big success.
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Count Mippi posted:Losing the squad lead hits hard, especially since he was a good one. At least by army standards the mission was a big success. Yeah. We will have a new squad lead returning next mission!
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Since we've had a tank show up now, might as well create a character to be a tank commander Faction: US Army Name: Cassius Crusoe Age: 24 Hometown: New Orleans, Louisiana Character description: Coming from a relatively well-off family and prompted by his uncle who was a Tuskegee airman to join up in the military, he joined the US Army to get a more reliable income than the ailing honky-tonk bar the family ran. Especially thanks to the billion dollar Betsy and a stingy insurance company, this has resulted in him becoming the one child in the family with the most stable of all incomes.
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Count Mippi posted:Losing the squad lead hits hard, especially since he was a good one. At least by army standards the mission was a big success. At least he survived after eating a sniper round to the chest holy poo poo But yeah, I get the feeling that Paulsen ain't coming back from that one. At least he got out alive on a technicality.
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Oh, that $36 that Guthrie won at cards a few updates ago is totally gonna be used to buy himself (somehow) an acoustic guitar. I'm sure something is get-able, either through official channels or otherwise.
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Dempsey! maybe a career as a cop is in his future the One Good Cop, TM
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Drone posted:Oh, that $36 that Guthrie won at cards a few updates ago is totally gonna be used to buy himself (somehow) an acoustic guitar. I'm sure something is get-able, either through official channels or otherwise. That can be arranged, esp. considering that 36 dollars in 1965 is about 290 now.
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Top Hats Monthly posted:That can be arranged, esp. considering that 36 dollars in 1965 is about 290 now. hell yeah, then give me the finest Machine What Kills Fascists. and maybe some liquor to entertain the troops while he plays. Edit: one benefit to basing your character on a real person is that you get plenty of cheap photoshop fodder. Here's Guthrie: 
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Looks like he really rehabilitated himself.
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I love stuff like this, so if you want to draw, photoshop, etc. various people to how your guy might look, please do so, I'll put them in the op!
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Pfc Hutch "Hank" Doren US Army Rifleman Hutch "Hank" Doren is from Appalachia. Where exactly is not important - Hank couldn't point to where he's from on a map (not that he could probably read one). Rather good natured, Hank seems impossible to agitate or upset. While not religious, he has never ever uttered any form of obscenity, seems perpetually mild mannered, and completely oblivious to anything of ill intent. However, Hank is a walking self imposed bad luck charm and seemingly infinitely gullible. Any money he has he is conned out of in cards, tricked, or otherwise 'lent' away. Whatever he's been through in life (probably hillbilly and family related) has put him in a position where his statements when aggravated or terrified border on the absurd. During training and in forays in the field, he can yell, "SHAZAM!" Or "Gosh diddly durn tootin' tiddly winks!" While a rather mild personality and generally easygoing and general inability to resist being conned, he remains at least borderline accepted by other soldiers - at least to see how far his gullibility goes. ... Yes I went ahead and threw togehter Gomer Pyle. DON'T JUDGE ME
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A letter from Bouwer to his parents, Dec 1965 Liefste Moeder en Vader: Geseënde Kersfees! Ek is bly om alles te hoor, dit gaan goed. Verheerlik Loraina vir my om haar diploma te verdien, ek is baie trots op haar. Dink sy nog aan die kollege? En dankie vir die sorgpakket van Romany Creams! Ek weet nie hoe jy hulle State-kant gehad het nie, maar ek het hulle met sommige van my troepe gedeel en hulle was baie gewild vir die paar dae wat hulle geduur het. Ek word vertel dat die oorlog so ver gaan deur sommige van die hoër offisiere, moenie bekommerd wees oor die verskriklike dinge wat jy op TV gesien het nie. Bevel het gesê dat ons die meeste van ons doelwitte in die gebied bereik het, en baie van die soldate het hulself betroubare en dapper manne getoon, as dit 'n bietjie stadig op die opname is. Ek moes 'n paar naweek-passe vir 'n paar van hul meer wilde verdagtes kanselleer, maar dissipline moet gehandhaaf word as ek hierdie mans tuis gaan kry. Ek is seker ons sal dit gou wen. Ek het nog 'n paar papierwerk om in te vul, so ek sal hierdie brief kort hou. Maak seker dat ek my laat weet wat almal van die kerstman kom, die volgende keer as jy skryf. Met liefde, Iggy ________________________________________ Dearest Mother and Father: Merry Christmas! I'm glad to hear everything back home is going well. Congradulate Loraina for me for earning her diploma, I'm very proud of her. Is she still thinking about college? And thank you for the care package of Romany Creams! I don't know how you got them State-side, but I've shared them with some of my troops and they were very popular for the few days they lasted. I'm told the war is going well so far by some of my superiors, do don't worry about the awful things you've seen on TV. Command says we've been achieving most of our objectives in the area, and many of the soldiers have shown themselves reliable and brave men if a bit slow on the uptake. I've had to cancel a few weekend passes for some of their more wild antics, but discipline must be maintained if I'm to get these men home someday. I'm sure we'll be winning this soon. I've still some paperwork to fill out, so I'll keep this letter brief. Be sure to let me know what everyone got from Santa next time you write. With love, Iggy [Translation courtesy of Google, so apologies to anyone who actually speaks Afrikaans.] Count Mippi fucked around with this message at 00:19 on Jun 23, 2019 |
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1300 JANUARY 29 1966 BONG SON VIETNAM Music: The Animals - House of the Rising Sun Mission: It is early in the Battle of Bong Son! Elements of the 3rd Division in the NVA are attempting a break out! You must seal this gap in our line platoon. This is critical for ensuring that we can eventually encircle and destroy this division. Expect an enemy who is tenacious and fighting for survival. Let the NVA come to you in the valley. You will be inserted via helicopter as soon as physically possible! Story: WO Tanaka felt round after round hit his helicopter, but the choppers had to deliver the platoon before it was too late. Shot after shot ricocheted, but somehow the helicopters found themselves avoiding severe damage as they sat down near a ridge in the valley. Soldier after soldier bailed out and hit the deck, crawling up to the ridge. Squad 3-2 and 3-3 moved down the ridge line, while squad 3-1 was expected to take the brunt of the NVA assault. Lt. Bouwer's teeth were chattering.  "Dig in! Dig in!" shouted the Lieutenant, shot after shot popping off around them. A group of NVA advancing up the hill suppressed squad 3-1. The occasional mortar exploded nearby, but nobody was injured. The soldiers felt true fear. "Sir! 20 contacts or more, dead ahead!" shouted Sgt. Marino, loading his M79 and firing at the group, missing wide. The NVA continued their advance across the valley towards the platoon's position. Pvt. Lemke fired his M14 and struck an NVA officer of some importance, slowing the charge briefly. Nice shot Lemke, had a relatively low probability, but Lemke is a crackshot. "Company HQ this is Lieutenant Bouwer! Under extremely heavy fire and requesting fire support! Grid E7, B4!" shouted Lt. Bouwer, the NVA fire growing heavier. "Good CHRIST! TAAAAAAAAAANK!" the Lieutenant continued to scream, an NVA PT-76 rolling into view. "Roger that, Lieutenant! Hold on! TacAir is coming in soon!" Maj. Moses said over the radio, the familiar drone of an F-100 screaming across the valley growing louder and louder.  Phew. an aircraft is en route, but is slightly delayed for we got a 3 on the roll. Also above still is from We Were Soldiers. I'm already running low on Vietnam photos, and I don't think its really right to show real dead people in my make believe game. That's just me though, if people are fine with it tell me. An errant shot lands, as Cpl. Guthrie's support with his M60, Pfc. Ringlo, flies back, blood streaming from a wound in his head. As horrible as this is, one digit higher on the die would've killed him, as it would've been higher than his total rep (health) "Aw gently caress! Holy poo poo, I'm BLIND!" screamed the stricken Pfc. Ringlo, crumpling to the ground next to Cpl.Guthrie. Holding his head. Pfc. Ringlo began to cry out in anguish. "Why am I here? gently caress! I SHOULDN'T BE HERE! I'M SORRY MOM!" he continued to cry out, holding his head. Cpl. Guthrie quickly stopped firing his M60 and crouched next to his wounded comrade. "Will! Will, listen to me, you're alive. Try and hold on! Doc! DOC!" Cpl. Guthrie shouted, trying to figure out where the bullet had entered Pfc. Ringlo's head. Pfc. Lawson rolled over, feeling for other wounds while he treated the stricken Pfc.'s wounds. "Will, buddy, stay with me, you're only blind because of the blood in your eyes." said Pfc. Lawson, quickly wrapping Pfc. Ringlo's head wound. The NVA advance continued, sporadic tank fire landed around them, and the gunfire was incredibly thick. Elements of Squad 3-2 and 3-3 were also beginning to take casualties, but the area was too hot for any sort of medical evacuation. Man after man fell to the well-trained NVA troops, who continued to draw nearer. Suddenly, the F-100 flew over the skyline, low and slow. Every gun in the valley trained on the F-100. Multiple high caliber rounds entered the engine, and the F-100 proceeded to start to list to one side, before exploding. The pilot never ejected. "Holy gently caress!" screamed Pvt. Sanville. Was this the kick start to his new life? "What do we do?" he continued. "Leave 'em, they're dead!" shouted the Lieutenant, firing his M16 precisely at the oncoming NVA. The advance was now drawing dangerously near to the US position. Within less than 100 yards of each other, the Americans were suppressed. The tank felt like it was right on top of them. Sgt. Marino jumped out of his cover with his thumper, and struck the upper track and side of the tank. A massive explosion ripped through the tank, and the tank sat their disabled. Marino, man of the hour, hit a perfect die roll with firing his M79 and the damage done. The commander and driver of the tank were killed. Sgt. Marino, briefly out of cover, found himself under heavy fire from NVA troops. One lucky round struck Sgt. Marino in the chest, and he tumbled to the ground, thankfully behind cover. The injury was severe enough the Sgt. Marino was in a state of semi-consciousness, and was not responsive. Pfc. Lawson, trying to still clean Pfc. Ringlo's eyes, looked at their stricken squad leader. Sgt. Marino probably saved the squad, but him stepping out of cover meant he was at huge risk, and he took a shot. Thankfully only one, but enough to knock him out of the fight. "Oh gently caress--you moron!" shouted Pfc. Lawson, as he crawled over to the wounded Sergeant. He opened his field medic bag and continued to pack gauze into the bleeding soldier. "Seb! Seb!" shouted Lawson. "Get close to me with that shotgun before they go over the top!" he continued shouting. "Aye aye!" shouted Pfc. Dempsey, rolling into position with his shotgun loaded. The NVA drew closer and closer, and now were within ten yards. "FIX YOUR BAYONETS! FIX BAYONETS!" screamed Lt. Bouwer, quickly attaching a bayonet to his M16. "KILL, KILL, KILL!" he hollered. Pvt. Hunter stepped up and began firing, striking two NVA. "Lieutenant! Lieutenant!" he shouted. "If we don't get outta here, we're gonna be like Fireball Roberts! Dead!" he continued. Nice shooting, race car. Another great roll by him. "gently caress--dammit!" Lt. Bouwer said. Squad 3-3 was now completely wiped out on the left part of the flank. Squad 3-2's communications were growing more desperate. I've been conducting rolls for the other squads the whole time but not talking about them because of the fog of war for our main squad. Its bad. "Battalion HQ!!! This is Lt. Bouwer! We are overrun! Falling back!" screamed the Lieutenant. "SQUAD! GET OUR WOUNDED OUT OF HERE! I WILL STAY BEHIND AND COVER YOUR RETREAT! BAC! CALL IN MORE AIR SUPPORT! GO!" "I'm staying with you Lieutenant!" shouted Pfc. Polidoro. Pfc. Dempsey and Pfc. Lawson picked up the wounded Sgt. Marino, while Pfc. Sanville and Pfc. Lemke carried the wounded Pfc. Ringlo. The entire group started to retreat except Lt. Bouwer and Pfc. Marino. A shot hit the platoon medic, Pfc. Lawson, as he was carrying the wounded. He tumbled to the ground. "gently caress! They shot me in the leg!" he screamed, not fully buckling while holding the wounded Sergeant. The stragglers of Squad 3-2 began to fall back as well, and their squad leader, Sgt. Danville, reported 80% casualties. This close in, its pretty lucky that the NVA shot hit Lawson and didn't knock him down. He is able to keep moving and carrying the wounded, except at a reduced speed. Pfc. Polidoro and Lt. Bouwer continued to fire at the NVA as they started to scale over the low ridge they were using as cover. Pfc. Polidoro and Lt. Bouwer killed four soldiers coming over the top. Another NVA managed to cross over the ridge, and fired his French SMG, spraying and hitting Lt. Bouwer in the gut, causing him to crumple to the ground. Pfc. Polidoro then... So. Lt. Bouwer is down from an easy shot close in. Pfc. Polidoro on his roll rolled a "hero roll". He cannot be outgunned or forced to duck back, and will automatically pass two die rolls on wanting to charge, being charged, and receiving fire. fired back. He struck the NVA. Pfc. Polidoro then fired from the position two more bursts of fire that hit two NVA and sent them flying. Receiving fire, he managed to avoid being struck and continued on. Cpl. Guthrie, from the new defensive position, began firing his M60 and caused the remaining NVA to hit the deck. Pfc. Polidoro stepped out of cover one more time and again shot two more NVA before being hit in his off arm, bleeding and fighting through the pain, he crouched back into cover. "gently caress! I'm not letting you commie bastards take me!" he yelled, throwing a grenade over the top. The grenade exploded, killing multiple NVA. Putting Lt. Bouwer on his back, Pfc. Polidoro began to run, another shot hitting him in the leg. He stumbled but kept carrying the wounded platoon commander to the new position. "I'm...dying...Joe..." Lt. Bouwer croaked out, each step causing him searing pain before he passed out, possibly for the last time. "Joe am I glad you're alive." said Guthrie, before realizing for a second time in a row, he was put in charge of the unit. "God dammit." The NVA fire was much weaker. However, sniper fire began to coat the American position at the landing zone, and a bullet managed to sneak through and hit Pfc. Seb in the arm, wounding him. "Merde! Dadgum fuckin'-!" Pfc. Dempsey called out. The return fire from the rest of the platoon killed the sniper quickly. There was a sniper hiding most of the time. Easy shot for him. Not wise though, as his position was revealed to about fifteen people. "Battalion HQ this is the new actual Cpl. Guthrie. Our platoon is at least 70% casualty. Squad 3-1 is combat ineffective, and we have 50% casualty! The enemy is driven off! Requesting EVAC!" Guthrie shouted into Bac's radio. "Affirmative. You will be evac'd out of their ASAP." Major Moses crackled over the radio.  Helicopter after helicopter continued to land at the LZ. They were not harassed by gunfire. Even the normally steeled WO Tanaka was shaken by the amount of casualties that were riding along with him. The casualties were all loaded in and flown back to headquarters. With most of the squad rushed into emergency surgery, the uninjured sat at their base, absolutely traumatized. They had completed their objective, and certainly contributed to the eventual destruction of the 3rd division, but at what cost? Lt. Bouwer was brought into the base hospital already in cardiac arrest from massive bleeding. The surgeons worked on him for only ten minutes before determining he had injuries that could not be treated. Sgt. Marino too was brought in with a severe injury, that resulted in his death. The rest of the injured were set to recover, but Pfc. Ringlo would be discharged. Pfc. Polidoro was recommended for the Medal of Honor for saving the rest of the platoon and risking certain death to try and hold the enemy off. President Johnson approved the Medal of Honor citation, and Pfc. Polidoro is to be sent home. Hitting all the die rolls, Pfc. Polidoro was awarded the Medal of Honor. His reputation is now considered "Legend" and he will be sent home for many months for R&R, with the option of retiring. Primary Objective: Stop the NVA! SUCCESS Casualties † Lt. Bouwer (Killed in Action) † Sgt. Marino (Died of Wounds) Pfc. Dempsey (Gun shot wound to arm) Pfc. Polidoro (Multiple gun shot wounds, sent home.) Pfc. Lawson (Gun shot wound to leg) Pfc. Ringlo (Gun shot wound to head, discharged from military.) Promoted Pfc. -> Spc4. Delgado Cpl. -> Sgt. Guthrie  No wikipedia entry for this one, as Bong Son was a real battle! Read about it here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Bong_Son
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POLIDOROOOOOOOO
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Oh hey I guess you'll be needing a new lieutenant. Lucky for you I have one right here. Character Sheet: Faction: United States Army Name: Lt. Matis "Lightning" Surge Age: 23 Hometown: Vermilion, Ohio Interested in Special Role? Lieutenant Character description: Well-built, blond, and confident, Surge cuts a striking figure. As an officer he is both strict and cautious, and he always places the lives of his men above all else. Something of a Japanophile after his brief service on an American base there, he frequently speaks of his desire to return to that country in the future. Easily the most memorable thing about him, however, is the small yellow-haired animal that follows him everywhere. How he manages to get away with this "pet" is an ongoing mystery, as is its exact species. Most assume it to be a dog, but a few derisively refer to it as a giant rat.
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oh hell, what a bloodbath any idea how long seb is going to be recovering Hats?
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The lightly wounded will be back anywhere from next mission to March. But this is an urgent call for replacements! We are currently understrength, while we can proceed with as few as six soldiers, it will make our lives much harder. Keep them coming, and remember you can have multiple soldiers.
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Multiple soldiers? All right, here's fresh meat for the grinder while Tanaka flies the helo. Faction: United States Army Name: William Greenfield Age: 19 Hometown: O'Brien, Florida Character description: Tall, skinny, and twitchy, William is from a farming town in inland Florida so tiny that it doesn't have a stop light. Enlisting in the Army the day after he graduated high school sounded like a great way to get out of town and see the world. Surely anything is better than staying home on the dirt poor farm... William is now second-guessing himself rather badly now that he's in Vietnam.
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