29th -31st JANUARY : Season 6 is nigh !! S06E01 !! "BLOODSTORM ASSASSIN"

[headquarters]

excellent

I shall slaughter the traditional goat-kid as soon as the moon is favourable.Most auspicious gentlemen !!Let no rsavslutning stand in your way !!

Unleash the dice of war indeed.

Good one.

be seeing you guys.

[headquarters]

S06E01 UPDATE 28th -31st

I will arrive in the early evening the 28th -Thursday .

I see Friday afternoon and night as the most auspicious time for running my session .Possibly a little aftermath-something saturday if it happens -but no biggie there .

Friday is better since then everyone is available for the duration of the session.



UPDATE :
Eureka Oct 10th 2019 Temperature : + 2 C*

The frantic hustle and desperate whispering voices of the central Command Officers in the war room did not distract Charirman Rupert Willis .His good eye was focused intently on the top secret report that a trusted courier had just delivered.After authenticating it and clearing his study of staff he had popped the lid off his pills and downed two with a liberal amount of pre war Scotch .He was down to his last case of the stuff .

After the pills had started to ease the knot in his neck and clarity relieved the stress he felt from a week of no sleep and constant news of retreat and defeat from the front, he read in anticipation .

The report was from a deep infiltration resource that he had gotten inside the NDP several years ago .Or rather the MIA Col Sanchez had gotten him inside - Willis Co had inherited several of the assets and networks from el Colonel.
(He had a brief vision of a half crazed Sanchez storming out of his nuclear bunker - or crater really - and hollering at him to give them back- clothes smoking form the radiation and hair all wild and white on his head.)

He chuckled.

Good old crazy,paranoid and sly Sanchez. Buried under a million tons of radioactive debris.Probably dead.

His source confirmed the breach at Shandon .

The attack had lasted over 2 hours at the time of the report.Willis` haggard and scarred face twisted into a joyous smile.He was still in the game ! Haussmann might have the firepower ,but now the baddest and craziest indiviuals he could think of were inside the NDP system - wrecking havoc in the innards of Haussmanns organization like intestinal worms from some horror movie.

He felt like a player at the poker table who just got 4 cards in a straight at the first deal.Just one more card and he would be the winner.

They were inside . He pictured them all bloodied and crazy with adrenalin shouting and screaming at eachother and the raw laughter in between the bursts of automatic fire .
They would bickering possibly - as the hordes of enemies attacked -bodies everywhere- and agonizing screams of frustration when their efforts were countered.

A bloddy mess .He took a long zip of Scotch and sighed.

At the coast the 1st californian Volunteer Regiment had turned back an NDP assault along Highway 1. The coastal ranges were still a raging battlefield -and the succesful action that had stopped the NDP drive was just temporary -he knew that .

But it bought time and provided a crucial bit of information.

His thoughts went to his former comrades in arms .Hunted by a thousand men - fighting of overwhelming numbers .Wounded probably -keeping up through willpower and combat stimulants.Trapped underground .

He couldnt let his old friends go out like that .
They had history .
Before this they had battled MilGov together in bloody campaigns in the deserts and jungles and freezing mountains of Pacific USA.Before that they had dismantled CivGov in brutal battles in the ruins .They had stood knee deep in mud in the trenches and taken on Holnist assaulttroops. They had starved and bled together when they were all alone in the howling wilderness a thousand miles from home.They had plotted against evil men together and made pacts to stand as allies and comrades in arms.They had faced odds and perils that would have killed all lesser men-and women.

And if they made it out , it would not look good if he hadnt prepared anything to help them .Not to mention that they might make it out carrying nuclear weapons-and those needed to be accounted for as well..

He dialled the unlisted number to the commander of A-section special operations detachment on his phone and got Major McAllistar .

"I have an assignment for you - I want to send a relief column to get our forward team in Shandon safely out of there "

"Uh..Yes Sir.But I thought.."

"Never mind what you thought man!Get an operation running to get them out this minute!"

"Yes sir !"
McAllistar hung up .And rubbed his chin .Who the hell was going to be crazy enough to venture into that area and try something like that It would have to be someone motivated by more than duty.More than bravery.Greed would not do it either - no chance of ever spending the rewards. .He would need someone driven by something else..

Family obligation.

In his office Willis watched the report burn in the tin bucket by his desk .He rather liked the look on the faces of his staff when 4 feet tall flames rose from the trash can. The fire upset their office routines he guessed.They would much prefer a shredder instead.Like the fire represented something out of control.Something wild.

Pussies.

The small victory at Highway 1 had revealed that the NDP command had moved their nuclear artillery - or else it would have been used on their positions like had happened earlier in the week.

But where would they move it

He opened the aerial reconnaisance photo folder again and studied the black and whites.

Where

[Rupert Willies]

Songs of joyous grief

I just got laid of at work today, so there is no need for me to attend the company dinner on saturday. I'll be joining you for the whole ride.

[General Pain]

very good write-up

im sooooo there......

[headquarters]

Session update s06e01

I will arrive thursday at 1800hrs at GPs pad .

Beers ,beef stew and bullet time will commence shortly after .

looking forward to it .

SHANDON ,CA OCT.11 0530 hrs TEMPERATURE : +3 C*

DeCorba racked and tapped his carbine and raised it to his shoulder .He held his sight on the corner of the bunker hallway 20 feet to his front, and clung to the wall.His right leg hurt like hell where the NDP soldier had gotten him with his trashing kicks before the last rounds in DeCorbas magazine had stopped him moving forever.Blood was still trickling down his face from that one -the NDP soldiers blood -not his own .Only now did he notice a bullet lodged in his protective vest right over his heart .

Probably a ricochet since it hadn`t penetrated.

He shot a quick glance behind him and surveyed their position and its carnage.

They were in a hallway with a corner 2o feet down from him ,and another one app 30 feet further up from him .Halfway from the corners his team -the team he had selected when he ordered the assault - had taken up firing stances in a small perimeter .Inbetween them, on both sides of them and at the corners lay the bodies of the slain NDP defenders.All in all 8 enemy soldiers had paid with their lives for trying to stop them .Two had gotten away further into the bunker. He lamented that one .No rapid advance possible now .And judging from the sounds at the entrance where they had come in , a platoon of infantry was preparing a counter assault to get them . So then - enemy at their backs and enemy in front .And still 1/2 a mile to go to the central bunker with its deadly stocpile.

General Pain was on one knee covering the front with his two sawed of ten gages. His armor had bulletimpacts in it ,and blood and brains had soiled it in manyplaces.Still the General felt at ease.Now, locked in mortal combat with an enemy of overwhelming strength he could relax .The pressures of everyday life far away .leading a death cult faction and trying to seize power through countless nefarious schemes was taxing .

As it stood right now,he could see no possible escape from certain death -although he wouldnt mention this to the others just yet .Chuckling he pictured their faces when he broke the news -".. we are in a bunker inside the NDP lines and they know we are here - we are all going to die.."

Anyways - he had a card up his sleeve that would put the others of their dinner for a long time if they ever found out.

Even if he wasnt to be around to see it .

Strange .The gnawing fear he had feltthe last few years when going into combat was gone .He holstered a 10 gage and took out a pack of combat stimulants with his free hand to check its contents. Nope - he hadnt taken to many .Nor had he had to much Scotch - ha had "checked " the silver and kevlar flask in his vest just a minute ago .Still 3/4 full.

He just felt great .

Takashi was creeping up the hallway along the wall in front of Pain with her two custom 10mm autopistols on outstretched arms .As she neared the corner of the hallway that lead into the adjacent room she looked back .And nodded.

Then she was gone around the corner.

Every step she made left a small bloody print on the concrete floor.

Hers or the NDPs- it was hard to tell.

Covering the area infront of her ,she carefully sliced the pai on her corner so that she only gradually exposed herself .An accesramp led up to the main tunnel of the bunker system .The corridor on top af the ramp had two corners.For a moment she paused and a glimmer of doubt raced through her mind .Images of her children.Memories of her hopes for herself as a young girl

But then the years of strict discipline made her mind reel from the images as if though having seen a ghastly sight.Her fate was to fight and ensure the future of those in her memories by acting with courage now.
.Going into a room like that alone and with multiple angles to cover made the tactical training alarm bells chime like they were hyperactive .It went against all shehad been thaught.It was foolhardy.

It was dangerous.

She took a deep breath and started up .

In the perimeter , Iron man was busy looting the dead and dying NDP troops that lay everywhere inside and around the little position they had set up in the bunker hallway .6 dead NDP and 1 dead San Simeon man was the result after the NDP cadres had tried to rush them and had gotten inbetween them .

Bloody hand to hand fighting at pointblank ranges had ensued , sawed of shotguns ,pistols and carbines used as clubs or fired with the muzzle in contact with the target had sprayed the concrete corridor with blood and gore -and the men and women still standing too..

He looked around and counted the heads.Not many of the original assault force left .A combat engineer and his assistant, the general,the fieldmarshall,the aristocratic lady - a nice troupe for what looked like it was going to be a final act .Nice script though .."all important mission to save the world in a nuclear weapons bunker infested with fanatics.." If only he could have gotten someone big to produce it .Like Fox or Warner.This thing needed a budget.He suddenly noticed that his refugee disguise smelled like rotten fruit.Typical lousy prop and custome department .Grabbing some old rags from a heap of garbage and rotting food.He clenched his teeth and pulled on another NDP army boot .Good leather boots were hard to come by .
His torn refugee shoes just were not going to cut it the rest of this fight he decided.

And more importantly -he was hell bent on going with his boots on.

After all - there would eventually be an eulogy in Variety when the world got back on its feet, and Hollywood got rid of the pesky cannibals that were currently using his favourite skin care treatment center as a ritualistic barbecue den.

Going out the hard way was the right way for Iron Man .After all,he wasnt "Cry your heart out Man" .He had worked too hard for the Iron Man image to have any question raised now. " God,I hope they dont get me in the face", he muttered.

The far sounds of NDP cadre firing suppressive fire all the way back athe bunker entrance where he and his comrades in arms had made their entry made him flinch.

He swallowed hard and finished lacing up his boots.

[General Pain]

Im so there....

nice writeup...

sadly there is still some hours left before the dice can be rolled, the roles can be played and the rules interpreted...

[headquarters]

less hours to go now.

nice writeup...

sadly there is still some hours left before the dice can be rolled, the roles can be played and the rules interpreted...

As usual ther are slight bumps in the road - but I am assured the game is on its way .

To night we pop the beer cans and roll the dice at GPs pad from app 1800 .

Yeah!