CaptainBritton

The Jericho Road: post-apocalyptic science fantasy

Consider me intrigued.

War is Hell (+18, realistic)

@Gunther I see, well if I recall two other people had interest. I'm going to try to get at least five people, (one being myself) into here to let everyone get settled in. Oh, and I still have to make our antagonist. I'm not sure if Spetznaz was still a thing back in the Cold War, but I was thinking of instead of a Chinese advisor, it's a Russian.

@Jaredthefox92

Spetsnaz existed since 1950 after their formalization by Georgy Zhukov. But of course, before that were NKVD saboteur teams, which were Spetsnaz in all but name.

In other news, I've been a bit sick the last few days, but I'm trying to sit down and properly hash out my character, which will be taking command of Company A, 1-503rd PIR, 173rd Abn.

Star Wars: The Liberation of Arkanis

Huh. Consider me interested.

War is hell, a possible realistic Vietnam War roleplay? (+18)

I'd prefer US forces as well, though I wouldn't complain if we ended up as ARVN or ANZAC. Just don't expect me to be happy about being a commie if we are forced to be VC or NVA.

War is hell, a possible realistic Vietnam War roleplay? (+18)

Consider me interested.

Black Powder Arcana

If you're ever looking for any fresh meat in the future, I'll express my interest.

Warhammer 40k: Platoon (Back to Basics) - An Only War/ Imperial Guard RP [CLOSED!]

Hm, maybe it's time to get back into the swing of things. I'll bite, you've got me hella interested.

Prohpet's Rest: Sci-Fi Shennagians

Consider me interested.

XCOM: The Black Winter

"Copy." Travers acknowledged, grunting as he spit out the wad of dip tucked in his lip, spotting tool and bipod neatly slid into his ruck's webbing as he grasped his rifle. He elevated to a crouch, hooking his belt's clip into one of the rappelling wires, smoothly descending, urgently unhooking and bringing his rifle to bear, folding in his bipod and gripping tight to the grip and handguard.

As he began to move, a light illuminated his ghillied silhouette. He turned, his nightvision monocle lit up as the flames mounted towards the sky. He muttered briefly. "Ah hell." He flicked his NV monocle up to his helmet, turning back towards the truck. He keyed his comms. "Travers here, moving in on the truck!" He darted his eyes left slightly.

Against a nearby tree, a trooper, lame and obviously wounded by the wreck had a rifle thrust into his shoulder, struggling to bring it to bear. Reacting quickly, Lukas spun and kneeled, his scope glinting against the one functioning headlight of the truck. His shot popped with a dull thump and a sharp crack, and the return was the whirr and zip of a magnetic rifle. Opening his eyes, he settled them on the trooper, a crimson trail beginning from his chest. By some dumb luck, the trooper's shot had went wide. He keyed his comms.

"Travers to all, truck secured!"

Visions of Futures: A Pre-Interest Check

I'd be interested in the Alien Apocalypse idea as well.