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Sometimes I don’t feel like writing but then I look at the rest of these forums and realize they’re dead af so I can’t be dead af either
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I am tired and very stressed - I will probably not be able to push out any replies for some time.
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Will be away for three days - near to absolutely no internet. I'm afraid.
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I think I’m starting to be known on the guild as the guy who expresses interest in RPs but never joins
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@HeySeuss Actually, my major concern with both movies was that they were essentially wartime propaganda pieces about resisting the yoke of the evil commies. Hopefully this will be less black and white, and the Soviets will be portrayed as no less human than the Americans?
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In Memories 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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In Memories 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
"Genuine tragedies in the world are not conflicts between right and wrong. They are conflicts between two rights."
- Hegel
In Memories 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
lol idk wtf this is

Just like post what you want the character to do and i'll narrate the consequences
In Memories 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Ticonderoga, New York.

Three days before the declaration of the American Revolutionary Government.


The old, abandoned mansion looms before you in the afternoon drizzle, a hulking, shelled mass of limestone rubble and rain-soaked wooden beams.

The Continental Army has been pushed an entire fifty miles south to DC, leaving an entire expanse of land formerly owned by the elite up for grabs. You are neither with the rebels nor with the bookers. You are an opportunist looking for loot.

You have with you a Remington M2023 pump-action shotgun, an M1911 pistol, extra ammunition for both, a machete, some canned food, a thermos, a Swiss army knife, some rope, and a flashlight.

You test the mansion's electric fence. The shelling seems to have destroyed the generator. You heave yourself over, plopping onto the muddy tall grass.

You step into a giant crack in the wall. You find yourself in some sort of storage room, with row upon row of lockers and steel chests. Several are on the floor. The contents of one locker are strewn on the floor. There seem to be some important-looking papers.

There is also an unlocked door leading into another room.

There is a broken staircase leading upstairs, though you'll have to do a bit of climbing to get there.

Herman Morrison
4 Yorktown Lane
Lancaster, PA 67981

PVT Lewis Morrison
A Co. 37th Tank Battalion
APO PA 79062

10 July 1944


Dear Father and Mother,

I hope this letter finds you in good health.

We are going to France soon—I cannot say when. Safe to say, my kit is all complete and I have eaten already. Do not worry, I am surrounded by good men and working equipment. I do not expect we will run into anything dangerous just yet.

I know the both of you do not want me here. You want me home, back on the farm, where the only dangerous things are the sharp ends of the hoes in the shed. Papa, I know you do not want me holding a gun. It was because the last time you held a gun, back in 1917, you lost your leg. But I will not lose any of my limbs here, Papa. I will keep my eyes peeled, my noggin sharp, and my fellow soldiers always at my side. Do not worry about me. Wherever I am, and whatever I am doing, I am serving the country.

Mama, do not worry about me. The food is good here. A few hours ago, we ate fried eggs and french fries in the pub with all of the other soldiers. I have already made friends with my assistant mortarman. His name is Andy Holling, and we met during basic training. I think you remember him—in one of my previous letters I mentioned how he could guzzle an entire half chicken in one go in the company mess. Either way, we have promised to stick together, thick or thin.

How is the farm doing? The summer harvest is about to roll in. Is little Benny going to school? For his sake, I hope he does. He loves reading. Maybe I will bring back some books from France. Someday, he is going to go to college and earn thousands in an office job.

How are the Phillies? They will bounce back this year, I know it. How is the old man Baker doing? I can still remember his booming, rumbling laugh as he drives down the dirt lane, peddling candy and ice cream. He will live a long time.

I have nothing but love for all of you. Send Grandpapa my regards.

Your loving son,

Louie

@Gunther Would there be any African-Americans in this unit?
@Gunther It would probably be useful to include a list of what would be censored in letters from servicemen (e.g troop movements, criticism of superiors, etc.). It would also be cool if, in our letters, we deleted certain parts, like a real censored letter would.
Very interested. Too many RPs here focus on the action and boom boom part of war and too often ignore the more subtle psychological effects of it.
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