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Borduria vs Syldavia

Borduria tread

Syldavia tread

1950 and war is brewing in the Balkans, the peoples republic of Borduria and the republic of Syldavia
are old and bitter enemys, both are close to war.

So what do the great powers do?
They fan the flames, each fuelling there chosen side with guns and money.

The sponsorship system.
Each side is back by one of the great powers, supplying them with weapons and "military advisors"
The Warsaw pact (WarPac) in the case of Borduria.
And North Atlantic Treaty Organization (NATO) in the case of Syldavia.
Now every turn you can ask your sponsor for a new weapon system to try out.
Sadly nothing is free and it will take repeated requests to get the designs in full.
The first to field a small number of them, the second to start your own production
and the third to get the designs.


Now that's out of the way lets get on with the game.

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Engineers of the peoples republic of Borduria


Engineers of the republic of Syldavia

Designs as of 1950.

You walk alone, clutching your rifle as the cold wind bites at you.
You wish you could forget it all, forget where you got the snow suit or rifle but you can't so you walk on.
As you walk you curse it all, the war with Varcocka, the recruiting sergeant, your officer that lead you in to this frozen hell and the dam electro-lich bear.
The bloody thing came straight out of a blizzard! right at you, it took the rest of your squad trying to bring it down.

Standing at the top of a hill you look around, yep there still nothing but snow, snow and more snow.
It's been like this of a week, well you think it's been a week but the sun stays up of days at a time, your lost hopelessly lost.
Captain Maxwell had the map when the bear got him and you don't think that he actually read the map.

You start to melt a fistful of snow as  you look over your situation.

Your lost, with no map and no compass.
Your wearing a white snow suit, a leather ammo bandoleer  and your weapon over your shoulder.
You have food of a week and fuel to run the stove of another two after that.

Name-
Age-
Gender-
Weapon speciality-

In the nightmare future of the fortieth millennia, There is NO time for peace, NO respite, NO forgiveness.
Forget the power of technology,Forget the promise of progress For to be a man is such times is to be one amongst untold billions, to live under the cruellest and most bloody regime imaginable...

But your no normal man, for you are an inquisitor, a special agent of god emperor.
Chosen to see the monsters lurking in the darkness, to hunt the heretic, to purge the witch and drive the alien from the stars.

It's dark, to dark to see as you swing side to side inside well what ever it is your in.

You stop moving and you can hear voices out side your little metal world.

"..So there finally here, the one i've spent so much time hearing so much about."
It's clearly a man's voice deep and slow.
"There worth it Rankar, I assure you." a more femme voice cuts him off.
"Well lets see, Servitor Contents Report."

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Human
One of the numberless mass of humanity drawn seemingly at random.

Spyre hunter
One of the high nobility of massive imperial hive world, you are at home in both the world of intrigue above and the deadly combat blow.

Space Marine
A Sworn battle brother of the Adeptus Astartes, a Space Marine, you have long fought noble with a bolter in hand.

Assassin
Agent of the Officio Assassinorum, your a killer supreme, master of death.

Sisters of Battle
A sister of the Adepta Sororitas, a Battle Sisters, a sword of church, defender of the faith, purger of the heretic.

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Female Space Marine
Hailing from a frozen cryo crypt, your a clearly a legionary of the Adeptus Astartes, but you differ from all others.
Your a grown woman from a long ago time.
Your mind is empty, blank as if some one had torn out the pages of your past, but your body ready for the emperor call.


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Robot
The hidden child of the Legio Cybernetica, an unholy construct of steel and 
you are an Abominable Intelligence, Just the idea of your existence is crime punishable by death.

Elder
You are the chosen children, the heirs to the old ones and now you have a chance to guide Mon-keigh in the awakeing.

Ork
Da huoomes need showing how ta thump the spikely boy's proper like da orks.

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"This is most unusable... appointing an inquisitor like this but i see your reasons, i will train them for you.
I just hope for both our sakes you right on this one old friend..."


Yep it's another 40k game, this time your an inquisitor not a chaos cultist.

So pick a race, a sex and a name and we can get started.

It is a dark and violent age for mankind, the once great city's of man lies in ruins.
The land, sky and water all where poisoned by the final battles of mighty warrior tribes.

But life remained as man and beast changed in the blackened land.
It was natural that you the eldest of band would lead and manage.

And now it time for you to teach them of city's and settlement.

Riseing from your tent, you take in the overview of your city.

City thats a funny word, all you have right now is a dozen crude shelters and some ragged tents. 
Bu there room by this river, land to work and room to build and grow

The good news in the distance you can see the scavenging retuning, they have has uncovered some supply's:
(pick one)

A)Armour.
Scouts have uncovered an "adult dress store" from the supply's inside you have gained.
+20 suits of leather armour enhanced with gasmasks (+2 armour, +3 to environmental protection)

B)Weapons.
Scouts have uncovered the basement of a pre cataclysm weapon collector,The weapons are marked with the runes "Ninja Commando Decapitator" clearly these are magic blades from the god L33t Haxor!.
+1 20 good melee weapon (+3 melee attack)

C)Pets.
A zoo still containing a few of the rad altered descendants of the animals.
+ 20 exotic mounts

D)Refugees
A pack of semi starved mutants that are willing to join you.
+60 workers





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It's dark, a cold wind howls out side the walls as you sit in a police cell.

"Ok take your time and tell us every thing, honesty will help your plea bargain.
Cigarette? another coffee?" Officer Brown ask you as he turn the tape recorder on....

============[Player Character Stuff]=========================

You are X and you are a
Gender: ♂/ ♀ / ⚥ / ⚪

You gain your super power from)

The Internet!) the internet, you bought a packet of unmarked remarkable pills  labeled " ACME diet / excise supplement use only as directed.", the add wasn't all that clear about them.

Crazed Surgery!) an operation, you when in to hospital of a routine operation, just your appendix, the surgeon had other plans.
When you awoke you found your self different and the surgeon was gone..

Radioactive Animals!)A hunting trip gone wrong, how where you to know that the X was radioactive!
Well it to late now you've eaten it and now you feel funny...

Black Magic!)It was a accident, you where just "playing " with black magic on the night of the full moon, in a grave yard when a sudden fatale car crash sealed a pact...

Your power take the form of :
Write about them here.

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It is a dark and violent age for mankind, the 21th century lies in ruins.
The black fuel that once powered the world ran wild.
And for reasons long forgotten, two mighty warrior tribes went to war and touched off a blaze which engulfed them all.
In a whirlwind of fire and looting, the world crumbled as man began to feed on man.

Now as mutation spreads across the land, the only hope for mankind lies the hands of brave and the insane.
The only question is what will you do in this new age?

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It's dark when you awaken, the floor feels different, hard with soft spots.
There's the smell of shit in the air and a pounding in head, you try to stand up only to hit a ceiling with a clang.
You start to wonder just where you are because this sure ain't your usual bed.
A door opens filling the room with light.
a large men enters dragging a batted and naked woman behind him.

"I told you this'd be easy." the taller of thugs comments
The shaven headed thug cuffs the ladys hands to a pipe behind her.

"That's mine now darling" he comments as he pulls her necklace off.
The thug takes a seat by the door and you sit there in silence until he starts to snore loudy.

"Hey you, in the cage, you want out of here?" the woman asks you in a whisper.

"No im fine wakeing up locked in a cage on my way to god know where.
Of course i want out but if you haven't noticed i'm locked in a cage.
Who was that?" you reply.

"Some highway scum, hijacked this train yesterday
And you in my cage, i get you out of it and you get me out of these."
She hurls her guts up in front of you, and along side the spilled vomit is a key...
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At first there is darkness, cold, black, empty, flat just nothing.
Then the white comes, hot and sharp.

Slowly your eyes open, and the world appears.
A tangled spiders web of spindly shinning metal hands hangs over head.
You turn around and face the darkness sounding you, it's almost as if there is nothing beyond the light coming from above.

Reach out you try to rise, but feel the cold bite of steel clamps locking you down to the bed.

"Now now, don't be so haste my child, this is your birth day, your first birth day and you haven't had your peasants yet, have you my child?
There is much you must do, our enemy's are many and determined.
But fear not we will prevail."
The voice is sharp and monotone but reassuring to you as the darkness returns....

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You awaken in a different room, in a another bed.
This time you look around and find the cheap furnishing of a low budget hotel room.
There's a black leather trimmed attaché case on the dresser.
Entering the bath room you spend a minute getting used to your own appearance.
As your doing so i hits you that you need a name, mother didn't give you one maybe she wants you to chose one for your self.

Standing up right, start to you ready your self for the first mission, dressing in a plan black suit with a blood red tie.

"The man Ivan Danko must be eliminated, your supply are in the attaché case, i project he will remain in Los Angeles for the next 72 hour."
The details are almost meaningless as they flash by on your phone, what chance does one man stand against the future of intelligence?

So what you you going to call your self?
What do you look like?

"Between the time when the Mycenaean kingdoms fell and rise of the Etruscans, there was an age undreamed of.

A time when the axe ruled the land
An age of mighty kingdoms, forged with a blade in hand.

Unto this age of darkness and blood shed, came many mighty king and warriors..
And who shall i recall the saga of to night.."