MrMinerGuy142

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Why have we gone so dead all of a sudden? Come back! D:

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@User So there's historical inaccuracies, so? Plus, the US first sent armored waves then afterwards infantry waves came on. Polish divisions were pulled out through the Baltic Sea and under the cover of the Royal Navy quite a bit of the Polish Armed Forces made its way to the UK, where their pilots joined the RAF and worked alongside them, while the infantrymen and crewmen were supplied with British arms and equipment such as the Firefly Zetsuko uses. As for the money thing, I'm a Lt in the U.K. so I'm legit, Scott is from Canada which was doing fine, and Hussar also resides with the U.K. so, we are good. As for the Americans...the economy was improved by 1944, I'm pretty sure its possible to have $100 pocket money, and if not, theennnn @nerminator

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Like, I understand the characters aren't gods, but I would hope that someone would come out of this a bit less that injured besides the man in the impenetrable steel box. :)

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I understand the whole horrors of war aspect, but I mean, ALL our infantry characters on the beach are down! XD

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You guys are so rough on your characters, I mean like, seriously, you've all been either shot or wounded in some other way and haven't even gotten up the hill to the trenches behind the bunkers yet. The tank is literally the only unharmed thing remaining. XD

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Meanwhile, in England...

Erik was glaring away across the Channel, he could see the French coast on the other end. It would've been a grand sight, worthy of a postcard, but Erik knew better. He knew there were men there somewhere along that long stretch of sand, fighting the Jerries for the gateway into France. He took his fag (British slang for cigarette) and flicked it off the dock edge, and went down to the warehouse to check on his crew. When he got to the right warehouse, he entered to a small, cheery scene. His crew had found their way into his personal whiskey stash he bought from an American supply clerk and had cracked some open to the tunes of Britain's best singer, John Mcormack.

"Geeman!" Erik yelled "There better still be six of those bottles filled, cause we are definitely going to sell some of them back to the Yanks for cig money, you hear?"

"Well, we could piss in some of em and say its whiskey, maybe get some men sober enough for combat while we're at it," he replied while laughing his head off.

"Or..." Erik said, cutting him off, "I could sell you to Jerry, hell, as if they could stand an hour with ya in the same tent as em."

The crew laughed, and it was a jaunty celebration all the way through, the Bren was in shape, and stocked with shells that could tear any tank's hull in two as far as its been tested. As for Jerry's Meds itself, it had been polished and hooked up to the back of the Bren, ready to pop some pills to cure the German blokes of...well...themselves.

All was good, Jock got a deck of cards from a marine and the gambling began, Erik was away with himself, popping half his pocket's worth on the table at the start, and losing it all in a flush. Yet somehow, even with all his failures, he still managed to bring himself to a net gain of nothing and net loss of nothing. Jock had passed out from whiskey and was lying on the back of the Bren on top of the shells while Tim had left to go back to his bunk. Geeman choose to head into town for the night, as if he hadn't been to town already. As for Erik, Erik went back to the dock edge, sat down, lit up a fag, and took out his pocketbook. In only a matter of hours, he and his men would be across the waves and on the sandy beaches of France. He wondered if any of the Frenchies had extra fags to spare, I mean, he was saving them from Jerry, after all...

Close Every Door. (Sci-Fi Prison RP)

I'm in, I'll get a CS done before the week's over. How is the Human tech level militarily and architecturally? Such as a standard prison guards load out and the design of the prison.

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I'm not there yet, and probably won't be for a while so lel.

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Hope I'm still allowed to join, Zetsuko introduced me to this and I just made a CS, I won't interfere with the beach landing as my character comes in after the beach is safe with gun and crew.

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"We saved the damn Frenchies from Jerry once, and we'll do it again!" -Erik Tan

Erik Tan, 38, male

Personality: Erik is a staunch, conservative bloke who believes in the proud U.K. and its history of power and prestige. He has an aggressive style of attitude towards his fellows in the field and tries to implement his dominance and expertise over his brothers in the army. Erik has an extreme hate of the Germans, Austrians, and Turks due to The Great War which is reflected by his racist attitude towards his foes on the field. He is also an avid smoker.
History: Erik was born in 1903 to a middle-class family in a small town West of London near the end of the Thames River. As a young child he was raised by a widowed father who drank occasionally and during his midday rants blamed the German doctor in his town for his loss, which Erik picked up on. Around Late 1910, with tensions on the rise between Germany and France, as well as Austria and Serbia, the British masses could be noted to act irrationally towards locals of German or Austrian descent. In Early 1911, his father developed a stronger drinking problem, leading to him breaking objects and screaming at the ceiling. Unfortunately, in mid-1911, Erik's father went on a violent outburst and proceeded to murder the German doctor who he blamed for his wife's untimely death. The local enforcement arrested his father a few days after, and Erik was put into the town's orphanage. In his time in the orphanage from the time of the murder to around 1920, he led a depressing life. He developed a relation with an older teen who provided him with blunts for a pound or so and became an avid smoker. In school, he barely held his ground with average C grades and despised his education and the educational system. He mainly passes his time doing one of two things, either smoking, or reading or listening in to progress or affects of The Great War, in which he gained an even more passionate hate of German people. Over the years, he slightly recovered his education and began to develop an interest in British history, which at the time was very patriotic and pro-imperialist. All these factors fed his love of the United Kingdom and his hatred of her enemies, specifically Germany. In 1920, at the age of 19, he was accepted into the British Royal Military Academy and excelled in his classes. In cohesion with this, he went into basic combat training and advanced combat training and tactics in a boot camp. His determined performance in both areas led to him leaving the boot camp as a corporal in 1923 and advancing to 2nd Lieutenant with his graduation from the BRMA a year later. He continued to perform admirably in the British Army and was promoted to 1st Lieutenant in 1931. When Poland was invaded by Nazi Germany and war was officiated, an influx of enlisted troops and officers poured in. Due to this, by 1934, most officers were reduced to small infantry squadrons or a single or duo vehicular unit. Then, with Germany's bombing of mainland Britain, ground troops were driven down, leaving Erik commanding only a single Bren carrier tied with a British Q-2 Pounder Mk II and its crew of 3. Over this time with his small squad of crewmen, he began training them. Not with training like boot camp, but rather specific abnormal tasks to make them experts of their roles. By 1940, he had a professional crew who knew how to handle their equipment and had gained respect from his brothers. When the D-Day invasions were planned and officiated, his crew was assigned to come onto Utah Beach after it was secured by first wave forces. This would be the first taste of combat he and his crew would have, and they thought they were ready.

Inventory: Sten SMG, binoculars, a map of Normandy with strategic markings, his personal Webley revolver, a lighter, a box of 8 cigarettes, and a private pocketbook with unknown contents.
Money: £85
Position: 1st Lieutenant of the British Royal Army, 12th Mechanized Division. Commander of Bren carrier with Q-2 Pounder Mk II with 3 soldiers under his command.

Bren Crew

Cpl. Timoth "Tim" Blaskow - Bren Driver
Irish man on left
Inventory: Lee Enfield

Cpl. George "Geeman" Glastwin - 2 lber Gunner
Welsh man on right
Inventory: Lee Enfield

Pvt. Samuel "Jock" McKinnel - 2 Iber Loader
British man in center
Inventory: Lee Enfield