Are we going to use the group I created for this? http://roleplayerguild.com/group.php?groupid=1928
Theres already an active population of players on the OOC there and some character applications.
Fall From Grace
Good morning, marines. My name is Infantry Weapons Officer John Kilmore. We're a little short-staffed out here on Camp Reject, so I'm the guy that's gotta burst your fairytale fucking bubble. First of all, there are no Steppenwolf helicopter rides into Vietnam. This ain't the bush, and we don't have any fuckin' helicopters. So forgive me. Second of all, there's a golden rule out here. If you fuck up, your whole platoon pays for it, and your whole platoon pays you back for it. A lot of us suffer from "I really couldn't give a fuck" syndrome, so save your civil suits, and official complaints for the commissioned officers at the embassy. Thirdly, and hopefully lastly, the only "downtime" that we get is between 2100 hundred hours and 2200 hundred hours. You have one hour to go get as fucked up as you possibly can on Afghan dope, and be back in bed. 2201 is not acceptable. Your platoon will be reprimanded for tardiness, and failure to moderate your fuck-head squadmates. So if you see somebody about to go do something really stupid, tell your CO. Just be sure that they don't suffer from "I really couldn't give a fuck syndrome", because it could seriously get your day fucked up. So maybe you should just tell your shit-bag squadmate to stop being such a fucking shit-bag. Maybe punch his lights out. I don't know. Anyway, this is SMMC Gabe Menendez. He's gonna tell you just what happens when you fuck up, and just how fucking sorry you should be about it. Have a fantastic day.
0900 hours on Camp Reject, August 11, 2016.
I'm John Kilmore, and this is Camp Reject. My squad is a bunch of half-retards who could suck a baseball through a garden hose. Muhammed al-Hitler is one real fuckhead, so I can't blame it all on my squad. But I probably will anyway. Oh yeah, these guys are responsible for the two most inconvenient events in my entire life. Being the mascot for a group of fucking idiots, and having to walk 2 miles across the field to give that spiel to the fish. If they didn't let Rahimi just walk-the-fuck-off all Princess Cinderella, I wouldn't have to be on this miserable camp. I mean, seriously. A 2 mile trek to get to the DZ? What a fucking joke.
As stupid as these guys are, I trust them with my life. They're good soldiers, hard-workers, and probably the only friends I've got left on this miserable fucking planet. My wife died of melanoma, and my son was killed in a car accident. I'm what's left of half a family, so I'll spend the rest of my life in the USMC, hoping that I'll be another war hero killed in action by a fucking IED. Seriously, it's no joke; IEDs are the leading cause of war-related deaths in Afghanistan. The situation is FUBAR too; fucked up beyond all recognition? Yeah. Rahimi's trying to turn Iraq, Iran, and even fucking Palestine against us, meanwhile like 4 years ago or something, he was trying to genocidally fuck their day up. Then you have the typical Taliban bullshit. Granted, Rahimi really shut them up, but they're still there, killing their own fucking people. How does that make sense? "Fuck you, America. To accurately convey my frustration and dismay, I'm going to blow up this car on a public Afghan street beside these school children. Then I'll beat the fuck out of this 11-year-old girl for being in school. She survived the explosion that killed 6 of her friends. Fuck you." That's a true story.
We've seen some fucked up shit, and I wouldn't put it past you if you stopped listening to my story. It's not very pretty, and it doesn't have any talking dogs. But most importantly, it does not have a happy fucking ending. I'm John Kilmore. This is my squad. And this is our fall from grace.
it's pretty simple. if you do something stupid, it'll probably get you killed. there will be no in-fighting. i mean, you're allowed, but your character will probably be ruined. 1 paragraph at the very least. there are some other rules that haven't been entirely fleshed out yet, but they will be.
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