Goldmarble

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Shit. The Legion knows.

Called Up - A WWII-esque Military RP (Alternate Universe)

Gunther said
Excellent post, Goldmarble, capturing the physically exhausting nature of Infantry, driving on regardless.There is an expression in the Infantry when it is raining. "Rain, you gotta love it." The point of the expression is this, if you don't "Love it," you will be miserable so you might as well love it because you really don't have a choice. The same goes with the physical activity of running up and down hills. You either do it, or you die. So, you might as well love it. :DIn all fairness, We need to make it rain in this RP. Tactically, rain favors the attack. They say Rain is Infantry weather. Maybe because of the expression above or maybe because the sound of the rain hitting leaves and the ground masks the sounds of rounds entering rifle chambers, coughing, sneezing and all those other expected noises you wish you could stop making but can't.

And thick, boggy mud is no friend to armored vehicles?

Called Up - A WWII-esque Military RP (Alternate Universe)

His lungs were burning as he slid to the ground alongside the remnants of the squad. The 1939 went to the ground as he followed behind it, grunting as a dull pain raced up through his left hip. A brief moment of digging with his finger tips, and he dug out the offending rock. Halliger's broad chest heaved, sucking air the clean air into his lungs, his mouth was dry like paper. He fumbled for his canteen, yanking the cork out with a slick popping noise, he slugged a bolt of water down, and then, with an effort of will, replaced the cork into the aluminum vessel, twisting it down and in tight. When and where he could refill was a question that had no answer. If the Holtish were this far forward, and pushing the defense line back, the secondary lines would be in a furious retreat themselves.

His hearing, still muted from the roar of the rifle he carried, missed the sound of the incoming artillery, his first notice of it was the muffled roar of Krebs, Rudolph obeyed the order without needing to look around. He buried his face against the stock of the massive rifle, covering his face with his left arm, and the back of his neck with his right. He felt flicker of warmth as the heat and light escaped from the shells, the trembling vibration beneath him that gave him a new-found respect for the power of the artillery, and the thunderous explosions that made even his portable cannon, seem a bit small in comparison. Mid way through the barrage, he dared to peek under his left hand, watching the rain of explosive shells falling, walking destruction to where the Holtish had paused to regroup.

When the shelling finished, the world seemed to descend into a calm as such he had never experienced. Perhaps it was just quiet by comparison to the fireworks just seconds ago, but to Halliger, it felt like the world itself just gave a silent sigh of relief that the explosions had ceased. The moment was quickly washed away with the arrival of the Panzers, both felt and heard. The rumble or snarl of the engines, the vibration of each nearly-ten ton tank rolling forward, the bark of their machine guns when they opened fire with the thunder of their cannons, tanks changed the battlefield dynamic rapidly. He looked over, and recognized their type, and then looked to Demille and Krebs, seeing and hearing their actions, he engaged his weary muscles. Pushing himself from the ground, he paused to hoist the massive rifle once more, cradling it in his arms as he joined the rest, running forwards behind the line of tanks. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he was going to hurt tomorrow.

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Jorick said
Oh, thanks for pointing that out. I even spell checked it, dunno how I missed those. You might make an appearance at some point. I made a huge list of people to potentially use as characters, and you were already on it. When that might be and how large a role you may fill is totally up in the air though, since for most people I haven't made solid plans for them until I get to the point of needing a new character, then I just pick a name from the list. Goldmarble was like that, no plans until I needed a store owner/mayor.

I'm okay with this.

THE SPAM MOD ELECTIONS - FINAL ROUND. THE RUMBLE IN THE JUNGLE - GOLDMARBLE VS LOLSORASGAY

Awson said
You must have known that your disapproval would only garnish you even more support, Gold.It's too obvious for anyone not to know.But yet...

Yes. I do. But fuck you if you think I am going to lie about how I feel about this shit, in some goddamn stupid "reverse psychology" idealism. You fucktards would see through that anyways, so I may as well just call you bitches out point blank.

THE SPAM MOD ELECTIONS - FINAL ROUND. THE RUMBLE IN THE JUNGLE - GOLDMARBLE VS LOLSORASGAY

Acceptance speech for losing:

To all of you who supported me, and voted for me in this grand competition:
You fucking cunts.

He told her to make him a sandwich

The part that baffled me:

Gigyas and kaga didn't get it.

You two are so cute and innocent!

:(

BC does not want to let you go?

:)

Kaga said
I dunno, man, what if that was a trap.Like, some ninjas lodge shuriken in a tree to lure in the curious like bait, and then they can attack again and take out the victim.Although, it doesn't make sense that they'd be taking out random passersby unless they're cannibals or something, hunting for food......Why is this where my brain went upon reading this post.

Because your brain is awesome. I approve.