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[Leodanny]

try not to vomit, and if I do, turn and vomit at the walls.
”that’s pretty gross”

Spoiler: Character sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Jimmy Grouse
Description:
A sniper. He was in percussion,(in school), drafted as the drummer boy. His long hours of B.B. shooting worked out when he made a long shot with a rifle, hitting a general and winning a battle. He was drafted into sniper school, became a HOG(hunter of gunmen), but then, when he needed to relieve himself, he revealed his bases position to the enemy, which was then stormed. He was then demoted but kept his favorite butterfly knife.
Physical:0
Mental:0
Life:0
Stats:
+1 strength
+1 speed
+1 Dexterity
+1 will
+1 knowledge
Skills:
+3 sniper rifle
+ 2 combat
+2 first aid
+1 hand to hand
+1 car
+1 traps
Inventory:
Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 (5 shots, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)(5/5)
2 springfield magazines(5/5, 5/5)
Binoculars
[spoiler=universal kit]1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight(taped to Springfield)
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap(with razor inside)
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and cup
1 compass
1 gasmask
1 M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
Stiletto (2 risk normally, but 6 risk if the target doesn't recognize you as a threat when you attack)(converted to butterfly knife)
GLORY: 135

[Tiruin]

VOMIT
”that’s pretty gross”

Spoiler: Character sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Jimmy Grouse
Description:
A sniper. He was in percussion,(in school), drafted as the drummer boy. His long hours of B.B. shooting worked out when he made a long shot with a rifle, hitting a general and winning a battle. He was drafted into sniper school, became a HOG(hunter of gunmen), but then, when he needed to relieve himself, he revealed his bases position to the enemy, which was then stormed. He was then demoted but kept his favorite butterfly knife.
Physical:0
Mental:0
Life:0
Stats:
+1 strength
+1 speed
+1 Dexterity
+1 will
+1 knowledge
Skills:
+3 sniper rifle
+ 2 combat
+2 first aid
+1 hand to hand
+1 car
+1 traps
Inventory:
Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 (5 shots, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)(5/5)
2 springfield magazines(5/5, 5/5)
Binoculars
[spoiler=universal kit]1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight(taped to Springfield)
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap(with razor inside)
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and cup
1 compass
1 gasmask
1 M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
Stiletto (2 risk normally, but 6 risk if the target doesn't recognize you as a threat when you attack)(converted to butterfly knife)
GLORY: 135

"Hold that in! Or do it away from that person! Things like this happen in war."

Order a WILL save-roll for this action.

[piecewise]

"In my professional medical opinion... he's fucked. Put him out of his misery, we have neither the time nor the spare medical supplies to save a man whose entire lower half is red paint on the floor. Also, Alice is either blind, retarded, or a shitty driver."
If no more than 2 people disagree, sling the Stg over my back and pull out the G43 and put poor Franek down like the lamed horse he is. I'm willing to waste the bullet; Toby's not cold enough to finish off an ally with a knife, unless it's the only option. During all this, remain in my covered position behind the tanks turret (at the end of the turner I should be sitting facing the elevator, with my back up against the turret)

Spoiler: I'm sorry (click to show/hide)

Mate, there is no saving ur character at this point in the game. You're proper fucked. Better to just put you down now and create a new character; it will honestly turn out better than wasting all of our medical supplies trying to heal you, especially since the most we can heal you is to the point of you not bleeding out and then having to leave you behind anyways. Your character still can't do much for the rest of this mission.

Spoiler:  Tobeis ‘There's clearly no saving this man' Parrish (click to show/hide)

Name:Tobeis ‘Toby’ Parrish, 20

Physical and Mental Description: Brown, almost black hair, exceptionally blue eyes, white skin, and numerous scratches. Wears glasses (which have as yet managed to survive without breaking) although he can see fairly well within about 50 meters.  Pragmatic in combat, doesn't believe in fighting honorably, and very rarely ever stops moving, except to make a shot or pretend to listen to a superior officer. Has an amazing lack of respect for officers over the rank of 1st Lt. (unless they're serving on the front with him.) Prefers to use his bayonet instead of his pistol for close range, because the bayonet doesn't jam. Would rather hide in the mud than take his chances running for a better hiding place. Assigned to the 888th for assaulting a superior officer ("No, he inadvertently ran into my buttstock just before he could suggest a glorious charge towards a fortified position, clumsy sod"), shooting 3 prisoners whilst on a mission behind enemy lines ("What was I supposed to do, it was a behind-enemy-lines mission, and besides, those SS bastards had it coming to them") and failing to maintain a clean and orderly appearance during an award ceremony ("I guess 3rd strikes out, whoops, can't be any worse than have to serve under this idiot guess you'll have to transfer me to a different regiment.") Spends most of his time digging, building, or otherwise creating defensive positions to hide in when things inevitably go to shit. Is the type of guy who would tape 6 short-fused frag grenades to the inside of a blast door on the off chance that the enemy manages to open it.

Stats: +2 speed, +1 Dex, +2 Senses
Skills: +3 Rifles +2 Languages +2 Melee +1 Demolitions +1 Camo +1 Traps
Life: + 1
Inventory: 1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass

IMPORTANT GEAR!
Helmet and flak vest (+1 life)
M1 Garand (8-8 shots, Risk 3)
1 SturmGewehr 44 (22-30 shots, Risk 4)
1 Gewehr 43 (10-10 shots, Risk 3)

1 STG magazine (30 rounds)
1 G43 magazine (10 round clips)
5 M1 8 round clips
Bayonet (risk 3)
Fancy SS Dagger (Risk 2)
2 Frag Grenades (Risk 7)
Fancy SMG (0/30 shot,s Risk 3, +1 for every 5 shots)

I see two in character denials so gonna say you don't do this.

"Oi! Are you people stupid or what?!" he yells at the tank, putting some extra bass into his voice.
"You back up and free that man right this instant. Don't make me come over there!"

Wave my arms frantically to make the tank people back up and/or make the mercy kill people wait with the shooty shoots until the patient is officially deemed unrecoverable. By a competent medic. A Competent one.

Spoiler: Radioman (click to show/hide)

Name: Radioman

Description: A radioman.

Physical: 0
Mental: -1
Life: 0

280 GLORY

Stats:
Strength: 0
Speed: 2
Dexterity: 2
Will: 0
Knowledge: 0
Senses: 1

Skills:
Operator: +3
Rifle: +2
Camouflage: +2
Mechanic: +1
Melee: +1
Language: +1


Inventory:
1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
13 individual cigs
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass

1 grenade
1 blowtorch
flyzapper gun (risk: ??)
trench knife (risk-3)

A competent medic?

Where are we gonna get one of those?

Arm waving regardless.

"Are you nuts? He's still alive, we're not putting him down! I'm sure we can still save some of his organs."

If no competent medic tends to Franek, apply first aid on him myself, if one is tending to him, assist them.

Spoiler: Gwen Howell (click to show/hide)

Name: Gwen Howell
Description: Gwen is tallish woman with long black hair, she was a civilian pilot before the normandy landings, and she enlisted shortly after.

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: +1

Stats:
Dexterity +2
Speed +1
Senses +2

Skills:
Plane +3
Rifle +2
Explosive +2
First Aid +1
Operator +1
Melee +1

Inventory:
Rifleman Equipment:
Helmet and flack vest (+1 life)
M1 Garand [8/8] (Risk 3)
5 M1 round clips
Bayonet (risk 3)
2 Frag Grenades (Risk 7)


Universal Equipment:
1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass

"Are you nuts? He's still alive, we're not putting him down! I'm sure we can still save some of his organs."

If no competent medic tends to Franek, apply first aid on him myself, if one is tending to him, assist them.

Be that competent medic and direct the medical efforts!
And by direct, I mean organize everyone so they won't do anything they're unaware of and damage anyone further. Because look at all that first aid!

Use the requisitioned medical bag so I won't use one of the consumable ones that don't replenish.

Because despite the horrendous description, we totally know that everything is decided by numbers! (And it just seems like the damage is that bad but not really)

Tala broke from her moment of peace to reach into one of the medical bags and felt herself touch various equipment from memory, there were also some shears that were somehow within.

"Back to my job."

"Everyone, stop focusing on the tank; report on what's going on around us. We're being observed by a paranormal entity, and we're in the bowels of this fortress that a surrendering enemy held to their last.

"We have bigger problems that should be handled. I'm taking care of this one."

"Alice, Simon, have you lost your goddamned minds? Has all sense and human decency left your addled brains altogether? I'm not surprised at Alice - she's been acting loony for a while now, but I am disappointed in you, Simon. I thought you had some basic human decency left in you. You sick, sadistic bastard."

Rant a little at the asshats in the tank.

Request mental health damage removal please. Y'all can do that for us who've lost some of our health.
Rewording: Find insight in this to help.

Spoiler: My Sheet (click to show/hide)

Glory: 190
Weapons:
(E) Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5]; [5/10 ammunition total] {With a white cloth tied to it}
Silenced Pistol [8/8]; [8/8 ammunition total]

Equipped Weapon Skill: +3 [+0 if used in Melee/+0 in HtH]

Name: Tala Agata
Description: Tala was enlisted alongside her kin, for their renown in sharpshooting and rugged terrain survival. Being the one who had taught Joan how to shoot, she was only a year her senior before they had been separated in different brigades. She was recently transferred to the 888th after the Normandy landings.
Physical: -
Mental: -1
Life: - {+Helmet}
Stats:
Speed: +1
Dexterity: +1
Will: +1
Knowledge: +1
Senses: +1

Skills:
+3 Sniper rifle
+2 First Aid
+2 Medical Training
+1 Camouflage
+1 Pistol
+1 Languages

Inventory:

Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 (5 shot, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)
2 springfield magazines
Binoculars

*Medic Bag
*Helmet {+1 Life}
*Silenced Pistol [8/8]
*Smoke Grenades (2)
*Military Beret
*Customized Gasmask
*CS Gas Grenades (2) [Edward has one of them]

Probably a lot of tinfoil
2 Medic Bags {3 total}
Mundane Journalism Uniform
A few pens, which can be used as lockpicks

1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass

"Well, look folks. The tank driver killed him. ... nah, he's still alive. Simon, please unlock the hatch! I promise not to kill you! Or attack you!"

Once tank is clear, assist with first aid Then stay to the side of the tank following behind. Once in the room, scout the borders, back very quickly away from any enemies. Denver is still scared of Simon. Leave Nazi prisoner dude with some other team member. Gag him if possible.

Spoiler: Denver Gaunt (click to show/hide)

Name: Denver Gaunt
Description: Denver Gaunt is an average man of average build from New York. His family ran a small bakery, but Denver was disenchanted with the working class life and took up boxing. After joining up into the army, he discovered a newfound love of war and was quite overeager, eventually being transferred into the 888th for insubordination after several men were killed due to his rashness.

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: +1
Stats:
    Speed +1
    Dexterity +1
    Will +1
    Senses +2
Skills:
    Melee +3
    First Aid +2
    Camouflage +2
    Traps +1
    SMG +1
    Operator +1
Inventory:
    Helmet
    First Aid Kit (extra)
    SCR 300 Radio Transceiver and Handset
    Thompson SMG (25/25, Risk 2+1 for every five rounds in
    burst )
    Spare Magazine [5/25]
    German SMG, 15 bullets
    Binoculars
    Flares (Red, Green, Black, Blue, and Yellow smoke)
    Flare Gun
    Trench Knife (Risk 3)
    Universal Kit

GLORY: 160

Achievements:
Scouted a bunch
Lent radio out
Shot up Nazis with Bob, captured a truck and freed the prisoners
Dodged the Nazi lightning

[1][2][2]
Tala screams uncontrollably, sobbing about....honestly its kind of hard to understand her. One time she raises her hands above her head and yells "ADOOOOOLLF!" before whispering in french to the injured man who seems very confused because he doesn't actually understand french. Meanwhile Denver and Gwen just sort of stand around and look at the man like union workers would look at a hole that needs to be dug. Gwen tosses a handful of gauze at the man and then shrugs.

"It's only a flesh wound, ladies and gentlemen! I am, in fact, perfectly fine!"

Those are word that Franek Kimono would have said if he wasn't screaming internally, externally and in ways his simple mind could not comprehend. Then, he was silent. He looked one final time at the people around him, good friends he knew for less than six hours, then whispered quietly his final word.

"BARF!"

Die.

Okay, fuck that. Let's get this show on the road.

I reach for my sewing kit and start sewing my crushed ass back into shape.

Spoiler: Franek Kimono (click to show/hide)

Name: Franek Kimono
Description:

Physical:
Mental:
Life: -4

Stats:
 Strength: +3
 Speed: +1
 Dexterity: +1

Skills:
 Hand to Hand: +3
 Melee: +2
 Exotic Melee: +2
 Shotgun: +1
 Camouflage: +1
 Pistol: +1

Inventory:
1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass
Winchester model 12 Shotgun (6 shot, 6 risk at close range, 2 at longer range)
18 shotgun shells
Trench Knife (risk 3)

[3]
You pull out your sewing kit and attempt to suture up the...meat that used to be your legs. You think you slow the bleeding a bit this isn't really helping all that much .

[-1 physical]

"Alice, Simon, have you lost your goddamned minds? Has all sense and human decency left your addled brains altogether? I'm not surprised at Alice - she's been acting loony for a while now, but I am disappointed in you, Simon. I thought you had some basic human decency left in you. You sick, sadistic bastard."

Rant a little at the asshats in the tank.

Spoiler: Edward Bohring (click to show/hide)

Description: average height, average build, brown hair, brown eyes, plain face.
0   Physical
0 (-1)   Mental
0   Life

Stats:
2 Dexterity
2 Will
1 Senses
Skills:
3 mechanic
2 tank
2 trap
1 camouflage
1 operator
1 demolitions
Inventory:

Universal Equipment:
1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
2 L type Flashlights
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes(9/9)
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass
1 pair spare socks, wool, warm

Engineer’s Equipment
Mechanic’s tools
Trap making Kit
3 2 Satchel Charges (Risk 7) (1 used in IED)
1 gas grenade, courtesy of Tala

Knife (Risk 2)

Gewehr (10 ammo) (looted from Organ transport truck)
nazi talisman (looted from Organ transport truck)
Nazi Commander Luger  7/8 ammo (Risk 2)
One of the Nazi angular guns that Simon looted (I believe this is in use by Radio at this time)
Nazi Officer's Uniform, gently used
One fancy (Nylon!) hat with ear flaps
1 comically oversized rubber ducky (0  GLORY)

505 GLORY

One fully autonomous Radio:

Pretty sure I gave it to Oz since he was the first to answer.  Not that he can't be used by multiple people. 

Spoiler: mission briefing (click to show/hide)

We've been tasked with helping clear a section of city and then to remove the "Fort du Roule", a heavily fortified hill top bunker, from the list of enemy held positions.
Its position on the hilltops above the city makes it too good of a strategic position for them to just bomb it to gravel.
Taking it won't be easy though; its got at least 5 heavily fortified firing positions and a tunnel system in the stone.
Intelligence indicates there's an entrance on the west side of the mountain, though getting to it might be harder than just getting to one of those fortified positions and blasting on through. Your call.

We're going to drop you off by boat and the local boys will bring you where you need to go. We're told they'll have a map for you but don't expect anything amazing.

This is a simple job, lads: Kill any Kraut that still has some fight in him, spare any citizen of the town, and try to keep that fort as intact as possible."  He waves his hand dismissively at that last part, but doesn't say anything more.

You rant a little at the asshats in the tank, kicking the metal a few times to make your point.

"Wait, so what the hell happened? If you're gonna put someone out of their misery, don't do it with a tank! Bullets are less gruesome, and don't hurt morale so much." It's clear that Bob was not paying much attention to what just happened. The gun he's at is just so very distracting.

Hey pw, can Bob temporarily give his Iron Heart medal to someone else on a mission and let them benefit from the +2 Life? If yes, Bob will push his way up to the hatch, and chuck his medal down at Franek's face. If this hatch is blocked, try to use a different one. If no, Bob will continue his patient not-shooting of the machinegun.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Robert McKinley
Description: McKinley was about ten years old when WWI ended, and his brother returned with innumerable stories of gore and glory. Robert desired to fight for his country in the same way. There was, however, no immediate war in which he could partake. He considered himself to be one of the few to hate the Roaring Twenties. They were a time when the people wallowed in extravagance and purposely forgot the horrors, but also the sacrifices and heroism of the great war. And then came the depression. He found himself liking the depression, though of course, he didn't admit that. Mainly because it seemed like fitting retribution for the excess of the previous years. it might have also had to do with the fact that he managed to retain his job and keep up a standard of living. In any case, 1939 was a year almost of rejoicing, and after he had settled his affairs, he signed up for the battle which he had lusted for.
He's a tall, blondish man who fancies himself to have a certain rakish look. His eyes are deep set under a heavy brow, but full of disturbing light. Call him Bob.
Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: +2 (Iron Heart Medal.)
Glory: 25

Stats:
Strength: +1
Dexterity: +1
Will: +1
Senses: +2

Skills:
Hand to Hand: +1
Exotic Melee: +1
Machinegun +3
Pistol: +1
Car: +2
Camouflage:+1
Language: +2 (Fluent in french, small amount of Italian)

Inventory:
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Rations (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
MP-34 (2 risk, +1 for every seven shots)
1x 34 round ammo box
Browning Auto Rifle (20 shot, risk 3, +1 risk for every 3 shots fired in a burst)
4 BAR magazines
1 BAR mag with incendiary rounds.
M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
Supressor (makes pistol risk 8 if unnoticed)
2 pistol magazines (One full, other 8/9)
1 first aid kit
1 trench knife
1 radio (Unbroken)

3 german medals
1 strange medallion.
1 Iron Hear Medal

1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass


Survived Injuries+Missions+Accomplishments:
Hit in the forehead with machinegun fire on D-Day, helmet broke his nose, but saved his life.
Clipped by machinegun fire from main bunker on D-Day.
Caught in part of the fuel explosion in Poland: Large burns on exposed skin, but survived.
Survived the attack on the USS St. Elijah.
Proudly displayed his nude form in the Park Crescent Hotel Lobby, and acted as an excellent getaway driver.
Shot out some random Nazi vehicle's tire.
Shot 3 or so Nazis in an ambush with Denver, and stole a truck, and in doing so, saved three french civilians from death.
Road the crazy tank ride of death.

You lean out and spike the medal down into the crushed man's face.

"FEEL BETTER!" you shout as the tank grinds forward off of him.

Locked in action for this turn: Go into full paranoid mode and point the G43 back down the corridor from my Overwatch position on the tank; in addition, start scanning the shadows with the corners of my eyes, so as to catch the movement better (same principle as being able to see a twinkling star better if you don't look right at it)
"Nice of you to tell us this earlier Tala. Scanning."

You set yourself up in overwatch on the hall.

"That sounds wise. They are like lemmings."

Drive forwards.

Spoiler: Alice! (click to show/hide)

Name: Alice Gwerhierhwaer
Description: Short blue dyed hair, shiny orange eyes. Tallish, and not thin. Hairy.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +0

Stats:
Speed 1
Dexterity 2
Will 1
Knowledge 1
Senses 1

Skills:
Plane 3
Operator 2
Mechanic 2
Melee 1
Pistol 1
First Aid 1

GLORY: 230

Inventory:
Fancy Hat
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
Mechanic’s tools
Flare Gun (1 shot, risk 2)
Knife (Risk 2)
Silenced pistol (2 risk normally, but 8 if unnoticed. Does not draw attention by sound. 8/8 shot)
Gas mask

2 pistol magazines
Joan's Radio
Binoculars
Police baton
Coffee maker
Some dude's diary

"Stop with your grousing, he's not dead yet.  Kinda impressive considering he jumped in front of a moving tank, but hey, maybe my talented driver swerved away from his head.  Anyway, Alice, onwards unto the breach!  Before any more allies can dive under our treads!"

Keep aiming the turret around as we enter the cavern, ready to shoot at anything that looks dangerous, and isn't allied with us.  Unless our allies are attacking us, in which case they're a valid target too.

Spoiler: The Superlative Tank Crew! (click to show/hide)

Simon, the Bossiest Commander!
Relevant skills: +3 Sniper Rifle?

Alice, the Maddest Driver!
Relevant skills: +2 Operator, +2 Mechanic

Sid, the Unconscious-est Freeloader!
Relevant skills: +2 Explosives, +1 Mechanic

Robert, the Nicest Machine Gunner!
Relevant skills: +3 Machine Gun

Spoiler: Simon Smith, happiest sniper (click to show/hide)

Name: Simon Smith
Description: A short and somewhat stocky man with a thick beard and a bulky gasmask.  His looks are deceptive, as he's actually quite agile.  He has nine firearms chained to him, along with an assortment of knives and a sniper rifle he's always carrying around.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +0
Stats:
Strength: +1
Dexterity:+2
Sense:+2
Skills:
Sniper Rifle:+3
Camouflage:+3
Melee:+2
First Aid:+1
Traps:+1
Demolitions:+1
Class Inventory:

• First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
  
• Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
• Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
• A bunch of useful bits and bobs
  
• Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5] (5 shot, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close, Sniper Rifle)
• 2/2 Springfield "magazines"
• Binoculars
• Spare Scope (Mounted on Gewehr)
• 2/2 Smoke grenades
• A "mag" of incendiary rounds for the Springfield (loaded in spare Springfield)
• Scoped De Lisle carbine [11/11] (silent, Sniper Rifle)
• A mag of incendiary ammo for the De Lisle [10/11]
• Trench Knife (Risk 3, melee)
• Gas mask (Not worn, but ready)

Looted Inventory:

• Two spare First Aid Kits.
• MG 15 [75/75] (Machine Gun)
• A spare box of ammo for the MG 15.
• Scoped Gewehr 43 [10/10] (Risk 3, Sniper Rifle)
• Two Gewehr Magazines
• Four Mauser C96s [10/10]*4 (Risk 2, Pistol)
• Four Mauser C96 mags
• Angular Nazi Lightning Rifle [10/10] (Risk 4, hopefully silent, Rifle)
• A spare Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5] (Loaded with incendiaries, Sniper Rifle)
• Three spare Springfield "magazines"
• Six spare knives (risk 2, melee)
• A collection of "Chains, rope, small knives, and other things" looted from a Nazi supply depot.
• Two grenades (Risk 7?)
• Handaxe, looted off the side of a german tank.  (Risk 2, melee)
• A FRIGGING PANZER IV TANK!
  
  GLORY: 105!
  
  Current mission accomplishments (So I don't have to go back over things later):
  
• Scouted out the northeastern Nazi positions, has now informed everyone.  Including the Nazis, probably.
• Set fire to a Nazi-occupied building, which five Nazis then fled from.  Then snuck past without issue.
• Partially scouted the bunker, from the north, found three machine gun nests which have a good view of the entrance switchback, and 180° coverage otherwise.  Saw that the northern slope terminates in a 25-foot high cliff, making it near impassable.
• Got caught near a house which was struck by machinegun lightning and detonated spectacularly.  Survived with -2 life.
• Killed an entire tank crew.  In melee. Without taking any wounds.  ALONE.  Then stole their Panzer IV and drove it home.
• While riding in that tank, survived a massive targeted lightning bolt through no fault of his own.  Ed rolled a one and utterly failed to dodge.
• Was "commander" of the tank while it managed to destroy two bunkers with the main gun.
• Was bravely riding outside the tank as it charged into scorched earth, and then tumbled down the side of a hill.  Was only kept from being thrown free by Parrish, but hey, it's still pretty glorious.  "Glorious" is almost like a synonym of "suicidally brazen"!
• Helped free his tank from several dastardly trees, while within earshot of Nazi machineguns (pointlessly) filling the air with lead.
• Commanded the tank when it did a crapton of collateral (if intentional) damage to the last bunker, and probably killed the last of the Nazi resistance.

Alice, apparently not seeing what the big deal is, drives the tank on into the next room, parking just in front of the arch.

[Strider03]

"You better give the damn thing back when you're done, Franek! If you don't, I'm gonna kill ya myself."
Bob exits the tank, getting well clear (as much as possible), so that he doesn't become the next victim

"Y'know what, I'm just gonna stand here and wait. See how it goes Franek, I don't want you getting any silly ideas with my medal."

Make Franek have +2 life by affixing the medal to his coat? And wait with a pistol out in case he gets funny ideas. (No shooting yet though.)

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Robert McKinley
Description: McKinley was about ten years old when WWI ended, and his brother returned with innumerable stories of gore and glory. Robert desired to fight for his country in the same way. There was, however, no immediate war in which he could partake. He considered himself to be one of the few to hate the Roaring Twenties. They were a time when the people wallowed in extravagance and purposely forgot the horrors, but also the sacrifices and heroism of the great war. And then came the depression. He found himself liking the depression, though of course, he didn't admit that. Mainly because it seemed like fitting retribution for the excess of the previous years. it might have also had to do with the fact that he managed to retain his job and keep up a standard of living. In any case, 1939 was a year almost of rejoicing, and after he had settled his affairs, he signed up for the battle which he had lusted for.
He's a tall, blondish man who fancies himself to have a certain rakish look. His eyes are deep set under a heavy brow, but full of disturbing light. Call him Bob.
Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: +2 (Iron Heart Medal.)
Glory: 25

Stats:
Strength: +1
Dexterity: +1
Will: +1
Senses: +2

Skills:
Hand to Hand: +1
Exotic Melee: +1
Machinegun +3
Pistol: +1
Car: +2
Camouflage:+1
Language: +2 (Fluent in french, small amount of Italian)

Inventory:
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Rations (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
MP-34 (2 risk, +1 for every seven shots)
1x 34 round ammo box
Browning Auto Rifle (20 shot, risk 3, +1 risk for every 3 shots fired in a burst)
4 BAR magazines
1 BAR mag with incendiary rounds.
M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
Supressor (makes pistol risk 8 if unnoticed)
2 pistol magazines (One full, other 8/9)
1 first aid kit
1 trench knife
1 radio (Unbroken)

3 german medals
1 strange medallion.
1 Iron Hear Medal

1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass


Survived Injuries+Missions+Accomplishments:
Hit in the forehead with machinegun fire on D-Day, helmet broke his nose, but saved his life.
Clipped by machinegun fire from main bunker on D-Day.
Caught in part of the fuel explosion in Poland: Large burns on exposed skin, but survived.
Survived the attack on the USS St. Elijah.
Proudly displayed his nude form in the Park Crescent Hotel Lobby, and acted as an excellent getaway driver.
Shot out some random Nazi vehicle's tire.
Shot 3 or so Nazis in an ambush with Denver, and stole a truck, and in doing so, saved three french civilians from death.
Road the crazy tank ride of death.

[Redjive_Industries]

"Everyone shut the fuck up. There's something dangerous out there and we need to get our shit together reeeaaal fast. Simon, please stay where you are until we're ready to move." *gestures angrily at Gwen and Denver* "You lot, be useful and go keep an eye on the door where the tank is, and since you clearly know even less than me about first aid. Whilst you're at it, give me some of your medical supplies. Tala, help me with Franek."

one roll for Simon, one for Denver and Gwen, and one for medical success. Focus on stopping the bleeding.

Spoiler:  Tobeis ‘I’m very nervous right now’ Parrish (click to show/hide)

Name:Tobeis ‘Toby’ Parrish, 20
Physical and Mental Description: Black hair, tinted purple. Exceptionally blue eyes, white skin, and numerous scratches. Wears glasses (which have as yet managed to survive without breaking) although he can see fairly well within about 50 meters.  Pragmatic in combat, doesn't believe in fighting honorably, and very rarely ever stops moving, except to make a shot or pretend to listen to a superior officer. Has an amazing lack of respect for officers over the rank of 1st Lt. (unless they're serving on the front with him.) Prefers to use his bayonet instead of his pistol for close range, because the bayonet doesn't jam. Would rather hide in the mud than take his chances running for a better hiding place. Assigned to the 888th for assaulting a superior officer ("No, he inadvertently ran into my buttstock just before he could suggest a glorious charge towards a fortified position, clumsy sod"), shooting 3 prisoners whilst on a mission behind enemy lines ("What was I supposed to do, it was a behind-enemy-lines mission, and besides, those SS bastards had it coming to them") and failing to maintain a clean and orderly appearance during an award ceremony ("I guess 3rd strikes out, whoops, can't be any worse than have to serve under this idiot guess you'll have to transfer me to a different regiment.") Spends most of his time digging, building, or otherwise creating defensive positions to hide in when things inevitably go to shit. Is the type of guy who would tape 6 short-fused frag grenades to the inside of a blast door on the off chance that the enemy manages to open it.
Stats: +2 speed, +1 Dex, +2 Senses
Skills: +3 Rifles +2 Languages +2 Melee +1 Demolitions +1 Camo +1 Traps
Life: + 1
Inventory: 1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass
IMPORTANT GEAR!
Helmet and flak vest (+1 life)
M1 Garand (8-8 shots, Risk 3)
1 SturmGewehr 44 (22-30 shots, Risk 4)
1 Gewehr 43 (10-10 shots, Risk 3)
1 STG magazine (30 rounds)
1 G43 magazine (10 round clips)
5 M1 8 round clips
Bayonet (risk 3)
Fancy SS Dagger (Risk 2)
2 Frag Grenades (Risk 7)
Fancy SMG (0/30 shot,s Risk 3, +1 for every 5 shots)

[SaberToothTiger]

"I am grateful for the medal, however it just wouldn't quite do to usurp your glory. I am afraid I can't accept your medal, though a fine gift it makes."

Eat my rations and savor their non-existent taste. Then start applying first aid to myself. Also, smear Bob's medal on my face to apply it's miraculous properties.

Spoiler: Franek Kimono (click to show/hide)

Name: Franek Kimono
Description:

Physical: -1
Mental:
Life: -4

Stats:
 Strength: +3
 Speed: +1
 Dexterity: +1

Skills:
 Hand to Hand: +3
 Melee: +2
 Exotic Melee: +2
 Shotgun: +1
 Camouflage: +1
 Pistol: +1

Inventory:
1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass
Winchester model 12 Shotgun (6 shot, 6 risk at close range, 2 at longer range)
18 shotgun shells
Trench Knife (risk 3)

[Strider03]

"Just take the damn thing, and give it back when you're done!" Bob waves his pistol vehemently "You're gonna die otherwise, and someone back at command is gonna get all pissy and say 'hey Bob, you had that medal on ya, why didn't you throw it at Franek when you got the chance, mighta saved his life'. I don't have a damn clue why they'd think a medal would keep ya alive, but I'm certain someone'd say that. And I don't want to have to go through with that."

[SaberToothTiger]

"If it makes you happy, then sure!"

[randomgenericusername]

"I don't understand how a piece of metal is going to help right now? How is a medal going to stop his bleeding?"

Try to use my TP roll as makeshift bandages to stop the bleeding.

Spoiler: William Taggart (click to show/hide)

Name: William Taggart
Description: He is of polish descent. Light brown short hair and blue eyes.
Backstory: He punched an officer in the face while drunk and got sent here to die.

Physical: 0
Mental: -1
Life: 0

Stats:
 Strenght: +3
 Speed: +1
 Dexterity: +1

Skills:
 Flamethrower: +3
 Exotic Melee: +2
 Hand to Hand: +2
 Melee: +2
 Explosive: +1
 Demolitions: +1

Inventory:

"a few rifles, pistols, some ammo, a grenade or two"

3 knives (Risk 2)
Gewehr (10 Bullets, Risk 3)

Universal Equipment:
1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass

Trench Clearing Equipment:
Flamethrower (Risk 8, expands to fill rooms)
Flamethrower Tank (5 shots) (Gone)

[Leodanny]

Heal Franek with my first aid pouch
”Look on the bright side; that’s two less limbs that might have to be amputated!”

Spoiler: Character sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Jimmy Grouse
Description:
A sniper. He was in percussion,(in school), drafted as the drummer boy. His long hours of B.B. shooting worked out when he made a long shot with a rifle, hitting a general and winning a battle. He was drafted into sniper school, became a HOG(hunter of gunmen), but then, when he needed to relieve himself, he revealed his bases position to the enemy, which was then stormed. He was then demoted but kept his favorite butterfly knife.
Physical:0
Mental:0
Life:0
Stats:
+1 strength
+1 speed
+1 Dexterity
+1 will
+1 knowledge
Skills:
+3 sniper rifle
+ 2 combat
+2 first aid
+1 hand to hand
+1 car
+1 traps
Inventory:
Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 (5 shots, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)(5/5)
2 springfield magazines(5/5, 5/5)
Binoculars
[spoiler=universal kit]1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight(taped to Springfield)
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap(with razor inside)
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and cup
1 compass
1 gasmask
1 M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
Stiletto (2 risk normally, but 6 risk if the target doesn't recognize you as a threat when you attack)(converted to butterfly knife)
GLORY: 135

[Egan_BW]

"Could someone remind me what the name was of the guy who I just ran over? I didn't really get a good look."

Start reading that journal of the guy who crewed this tank before Simon stabbed the fuck outta him. Cry a little at the intense Pathos of finding out about this guy's personal life after he's been brutally murdered by the stabby trench knife of war. Relate to him as a fellow crew person of the very same tank.
Then suddenly remember that I don't know german.

Spoiler: Alice! (click to show/hide)

Name: Alice Gwerhierhwaer
Description: Short blue dyed hair, shiny orange eyes. Tallish, and not thin. Hairy.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +0

Stats:
Speed 1
Dexterity 2
Will 1
Knowledge 1
Senses 1

Skills:
Plane 3
Operator 2
Mechanic 2
Melee 1
Pistol 1
First Aid 1

GLORY: 230

Inventory:
Fancy Hat
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
Mechanic’s tools
Flare Gun (1 shot, risk 2)
Knife (Risk 2)
Silenced pistol (2 risk normally, but 8 if unnoticed. Does not draw attention by sound. 8/8 shot)
Gas mask

2 pistol magazines
Joan's Radio
Binoculars
Police baton
Coffee maker
Some dude's diary

[Redjive_Industries]

(That's one for the sigtext file. Congrats)

[Redjive_Industries]

"Franek Kimono. Don't ever fucking forget it."

[Egan_BW]

"Why? I'm pretty sure this is the first time I hear that name. Do you remember him doing anything notable? Like, I dunno, fumbled a smoke grenade at exactly the wrong time, thus saving the battle? So like, you can tell me it's all gross and stuff but all I've really got to go on here is a bit of red paste and a names of some guy who I've never heard of, and who probably hasn't really accomplished anything yet. He's what, a Rifleman? I see a lot of riflemen in this outfit. Don't really bother to learn their names, 'cause they're probably just going to die to a bullshit artillery shell or something.
So I guess go fix up whathisface and I'll start remembering him as the guy who survived getting hit by our tank. Probably get some sweet bionics too, definitely remember him them."

[Redjive_Industries]

*scowl at Alice in American*