Welcome to the End of the World
Welp...it's the apocalypse. On the day the bombs fell, everyone in their right mind either hightailed it to the nearest fallout shelter or moved to Canada because it was lovely that time of the year. I dunno. Those who weren't so lucky...or were just too lazy to get up from their easy chair and put the cheetos down, well, they got vaporized, burnt to a crisp. Kinda like when that dude at the McDonalds forgets your fries and burns 'em in the grease, so they're like hard ass potato chips.
Anywho, we're the Reds. For years we've been trapped in the ruins of this bombed out city (I think it's New Jersey), just trying to survive and hopefully find a way out someday. Until then, we're stuck fighting a bunch of assholes who decided to start shooting us one day. There's the Yellows. Now, they're smarter than us at everything, but according to the C.O., they suck at interrogating people. Then, there's the Blues, stupid, stupid Blues.
And then there's...oh yeah! The Reds! We kick so much ass, we need ass-proof shoe polish man! We're like the best soldiers in the world! We get all the girls, all the guns, and we- *shot by a sniper*
God dammit, Mike! I said keep your head down! Somebody get over there and grab that MG!
So welcome to Gone With the Blastwave, the story of the Reds, a ragtag group of soldiers trying to survive in the hostile environment of post apocalypse. As you can see, they suck at their job and are needing recruits! But first.
RULES
....BAH! You know the rules!
CS
Name: (Not like it matters)
Age: (Not like it matters either)
Appearance: (You're wearing a gas mask all the time! We don't even see your face!)
Rank: (We usually determine that by your kill count)
Position: (Gunner, Rifleman, Sniper, Grenadier, Medic, or....Doggy Style? *slapped*)
Weapons: (Hey, why does this asshole get the big gun?! I wanted the big gun!)
Anywho, enlist now and have fun!
