Utterly Mad

"The bravest of humanity could be found in the trenches, swallowing away in dirt and muck, filth to the ankles and the ever present howl of artillery fire blasting into the earth only a few yards away. These were those who left home and happiness to serve and in this way, discovered greatness." "Robert Jones "An Exploration Of The Trenches."

Everyone
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You are located somewhere in the miles long trenches to the West of Ozero Pyaozero, the Sturm Stahl have been fighting here for many months however the 112th have just arrived four days ago. The objective of the trenches are two fold, to hold Maxim assault into Russia and to press back the Maxim and eventually take over Kuusamo, the infamous Citadel.

It is September 7th, 6:30 PM


Trenton
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You are patrolling through the dank and dirty trenches, walking past many of your comrades who lean against walls, trying to get an early sleep or others who remain alert and frightened. You hear a loud howl through the sky and instinctively duck as a crash of metal like the earth itself shaking forces a cloud of dust onto you and the others nearby. You shrug it off and continue your march. Your patrol shift ends in another thirty minutes, til then you may go wherever you wish and then you are to get an early rest...the 112th will be going over the top tomorrow.

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Hans
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You are watching the enemy lines through a periscope, you hear a crash of artillery fire farther down the trench. You turn to realize that no one is around you...you are all alone, your anti-social behavior made you refuse to go drinking with some of the other Austria-Hungarian lads earlier, instead you are alone. You are free to do whatever you want for the last thirty minutes before you are to go to an early sleep. You will be going over the top tomorrow.

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Duncan
You are currently in one of the small dugouts used as a residential area, he is the only American in the 112th and is treated with some mystery by the others. They refer to him only as 'The American' but he is treated well enough by them. Far off you hear the howl of artillery followed by a dreadful crash. You have time to do whatever you want for the next thirty minutes...You will be going over the top tomorrow.

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Nikolai
The last of our fateful soldiers, you are currently standing about near the medical areas of the trenches, you can hear the yells and shouts of injured soldiers and occasionally a handgun round going off as they are put down for injuries too severe to recover. Tomorrow you will be going over the top with the rest of the 112th, til then you have free time until 7 PM. Maybe that rubbing alcohol is drinkable...

First, im going to start looting peoples socks. Trench foot is no joke. then, i suppose just steal some booze and take potshots at the Maxim bastards. mabye get a few kills before the battle.

"The men of the trenches did whatever they could in between combat, trying to ward away the sickening thoughts of what surely would be death in the form of either a shell or a bullet...and worst of all, gas. Robert Jones "An Exploration Of The Trenches."

Trenton
Your patrol is fairly uneventful, though enemy shells continue to fall even after you go to sleep in a particularly comfy looking piece of trench. You fall asleep to the sound of raining death and the muck of a rainforest.
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Hans
You manage to find a man who appears to have been very drunk and passed out, it's no hard problem taking the socks from his feet. You then take a quick potshot at the enemy trench though it's unlikely you hit anything. Finally you go to the 'mess hall' where you are handed a tasteless beer. After you drink you head to bed and fall asleep to the usual sound of war.
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Duncan
Finding cigarettes beyond sneaking into the officer's quarters is out of the question. But grabbing a tasteless Glory beer from the canister and mats that constitute a mess hall isn't so hard. You take one and chug for a few moments, chatting it up with your fellow soldiers about the coming day. Finally as it hits 7:00 you are sent to sleep, the next day's events still locked in your mind and dreams.

[Next Update will be Tomorrow early.]

Trenton has a dream about unicorn clowns with strap-ons summoning a mothgirl succubi.

(What? I wanted to post something)

(technically everything you just said WAS around in the 30s, just not in that order)

has a dreamof warms socks and body paint.

Quote from: Perigrin on March 05, 2015, 10:16:26 pm

Quote from: Rhodri on March 05, 2015, 10:14:08 pm

Trenton has a dream about unicorn clowns with strap-ons summoning a mothgirl succubi.

(What? I wanted to post something)

(technically everything you just said WAS around in the 30s, just not in that order)

has a dreamof warms socks and body paint.

(Even mothgirl succubi?)

(no, but mothpeople were an urban legend, and succubi have been around for a while)

There is no room for fear or mercy with this badass music on.

Trenton aims his pistol at the man manning the right MG, and fires. He will repeat this until the bastard dies. Once the MG guy is dead, he'll do the same, but for the left MG.

go prone, aim, and initiate countersniping. try to get the bastards before they get one of me mates.

[Whoops I better get something in.]
Seeing the oppurtunity arise, Duncan will duel wield his pistols and follow behind Trenton. He'll cover his comrade's back so he won't get shot in the back.