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Grimzag's consciousness poured back into his skull like a flood. Along with a splitting headache.

"Jeez, this guy's heavy..." Said one of the Troon marines, "...let's take a breather."

Grimzag felt himself be dumped onto the ground. Listening carefully, he heard the Marines walking around him. One shouted, "Hey, look at these!". Grimzag felt someone's hand pulling one of his custom-Desert Eagles out of its holster.

"Man, this is heavy!"

Grimzag listened carefully, and guessed that the two men were facing away from each other. Slowly, he got to his feet. On the grass next to him was a chunk of wood, which he picked up and held like a club. Slowly, he walked towards the nearest soldier.

*WHUMPF* *SCHMAKK* *KRAKK KRAKK KRAKK KRAKK*

The soldier collapsed under the series of brutal blows to the head. Grimzag picked up his fallen Deagle, just to see the second soldier reaching for his radio in panic.

*BADAMM*

Grimzag squeezed the trigger of his new, high-powered weapon, and very quickly realized he'd made an excellent job of them. Apart from the hefty recoil, they were brilliant: The soldier was shredded by the gun, sending parts of him all around the area.

Fang peeked around the doorway at the wrong time. The whirring chainsaw was right in front of his face. He pulled his head back immediately, but the blade still removed the top part of his ear. "Gosh darnit," muttered Fang, strangely calm for a person who had just gotten hit by a functioning chainsaw. He called the others to the room with the broken window. Varmint stuck his head out the gaping hole with a grim expression. "You've got to be kidding me......."

The Clown Gang jumped down from the second story window onto the soft ground at the riverbank. They had no idea what to do next. They decided to just follow the river, and hopefully they wouldn't get shot or cut up with a chainsaw.

is it to late to join? :D

is it to late to join? :D

Yes, unless you're a half-decent RPer.

OOC: I'll post something later, I can't think of anything just now...

i've never RP'd before

Then it'd probably be a good idea to practice elsewhere. I don't know about everyone else in this thread, but I don't have the patience to baby-step a n00b through RP etiquette.

Oh what the Hell, I'm feeling generous today. Start RPing, but if you arse it up badly, then you'll be promptly ignored.

Then it'd probably be a good idea to practice elsewhere. I don't know about everyone else in this thread, but I don't have the patience to baby-step a n00b through RP etiquette.

OOC: Wow, Dregruk...I think my screen just iced over...

OOC: MY GOD! I FINALLY THOUGHT OF SOMETHING TO POST!

IC:

Grimzag hid in a large bush, fiddling with the radio that he had unclipped from his belt. Finally, he tuned it to the frequency of the Dregruk Evac Squad, who listened to his request.

"Yes sir, a dropship is inbound. ETA, 3 minutes."

Back at the Ghastopol complex, personnel were running around getting everything prepared for the emergency evac, causing a great deal of noice as the machinery was brought into life.

Hearts messed around with front vulcan cannon controls. He made the barrel spin, move around, spin some more, and jumped at the voice of the radio almost making him press the fire button - but not quite. He reported that the ship was flight-worthy and evac could be there in four minutes tops.

A short way off, a man named Tim Jones dropped lightly out of a tree and drew his pistol, a Walther P99 9mm cal, and started in the direction of the sound of fighting from a few minutes ago, his HK G36c slung over his back. He was also carrying a HK MSG-90 Sniper rifle. Jones was travelling light, he carried only basic rations and ammo as well as his weapons.

OOC: What fighting? There hasn't been any fighting for a while now...

IC:

Grimzag's dropship swooped down near him. Diving out of cover, he ran into it, under fire from a group of Troon soldiers who had come to investigate the sound. When he was safely onboard, he opened up a weapons crate and pulled out a sniper rifle. Not bothering to look down the scope, he simply fired randomly at everything that moved.

Suddenly, Jones heard gunfire. He sprinted towards the sound and saw a well-built man firing at a bunch of Troon soldiers. Without any thought to his own safety he rushed forward and leapt, landing lightly beside the large man, he took aim and began firing at the soldiers.

OOC: What does OOC mean? :?:

Suddenly, Jones heard gunfire. He sprinted towards the sound and saw a well-built man firing at a bunch of Troon soldiers. Without any thought to his own safety he rushed forward and leapt, landing lightly beside the large man, he took aim and began firing at the soldiers using his HK G36c

OOC: What does OOC mean? :?:

OOC means Out Of Character. IC means In Character. OOC posts are things that are not actually happening in the RP, like a sarcastic comment or whatever.

OOC: Erm, your character jumps onto a dropship, next to someone he's never met before who's firing into the local military who are trying to stop him? If you want to keep your post the way it is, fine by me, but you kinda put yourself into a very dangerous situation.

IC:

Grimzag stopped firing at the Troon soldiers when he realised another man was standing next to him, doing the same.

Grimzag dropped the rifle and gripped the man fiercely by the collar, choking him while yelling, "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! GIMME ONE DAMN REASON NOT TO BREAK YOUR NECK RIGHT NOW!!"

OOC: This thread operates around something of common sense. Some other threads, *Cough* Phalanix *Coughcough*, will have their characters unrealistically compromising. For example, a man might have a chip in his brain, telling him to kill the leader of another country. When the leader of said country barely escapes with his life, some people *Cough*Phalanix*Coughcough* would have him say, "My God, that can't be right! There must be a chip inside his brain telling him to kill me!".

Bear this in mind and you'll get on fine.

OOC: If you read the stickys on how to RP, it'll tell you everything you need to know. Don't try to role play without having this infinitely useful knowlage or you will crash an' burn.

OOC: If you read the stickys on how to RP, it'll tell you everything you need to know. Don't try to role play without having this infinitely useful knowlege or you will crash an' burn.

umm, maybe cus I was helping cover you, athough you did seem to be doing a good job on your own. As for me, I'm Jones and I was sent to investigate the situaton here. By the way, there are a bunch of soldiers coming up too the left.

OOC: thanks Degruk :wink:

OOC: Always, always, always remember punctuation! This isn't a text message you're sending, so punctuation is your friend. And mine, cos it helps me figure out what the Hell you're talking about...

IC:

Grimzag's eyes narrowed at the man. On one hand, he had tried to help him, with total disregard for his own well being. On the other, he had jumped onto the Warchief of Dregruk's personal dropship without saying why.

Coming to a reasonable (To Grimzag) solution, he smacked the man over the head with his pistol and threw him onto the floor. A few onboard personnel picked up Jones and handcuffed him, as the dropship soared out of Troon airspace and into Dregruk ones.

OOC: If you're going to interrogate me, can you get it over with soon please. And, by the way, I don't use text messaging.

IC:

As Jones recovered conciousness he became aware that he was handcuffed and he had a splitting headache. He also had a thought that they were about to land because he felt the ship decelerating.

OOC: Texting was just an example where people never use punctuation...

IC:

"Get this guy outta here. Take him to the interro room." Muttered Grimzag. A team of soldiers saluted and picked Jones up, and hauled him off to the interrogation room.

OOC: Dangit. I tried to post a big message twice and it wouldn't. What happens is this: The Gang sees the plane take off, is annoyed, they radio back to the airport and takeoff in the direction they saw the plane go, taking a gamble. Let me know if Grimzag changes direction mid-flight, and I have to come back to Troon. Thanks.

In a small, open recreational area in the heart of Ghastapol, three men sat on a wall surrounding a pond. They were in green body armour but were being left alone, as their papers had been in order when the policeman had inquired, and their automatic weapons were holstered. The first man was reading a paper, the second looking into space, and the smallest one was feeding the ducklike creatures in the water.

The peaceful atmosphere was suddenly shattered by increadibly loud rock music growing in volume from above.

The pelican fell from between the white clouds with all engines facing downward and on full, burning white fire. It slowed at about 50ft untill gently hovering above the grass. The marines scrammbled onboard and the ship powered up into the sky once more, barely a minute from being first heard, leaving only a few people still covering their ears and an old man shaking his walking stick at them below.

Before heading to the interrogation room to see what Jones had said while he was interrogated, Grimzag headed to the messaging department, where he had been informed a message of the utmost importance was awaiting him.

And it certainly was...

--To: The Governing Body of Dregruk
--From: Emperor Soulblighter, Ruler of the Troon Empire ENCODED BY: Charles Griffith
--RE: Formal Declaration of War

At 3:30 PM, Troon time, the Empire of Troon has declared total war against the Dominion of Dregruk, on account of a failed attempt on the Emperor's life half an hour earlier.

Troon forces have been mobilised and have been given strict orders to shot all armed personnel from Dregruk on sight. We will only call off any attacks on arrival of a full, unconditional surrender of your forces and that you hand over your Warchief for trial.

--MESSAGE ENDS--

Grimzag read the letter several times. Troon was declaring war on Dregruk?! A nation nearly twice its size, and who's country was entirely military orientated?! Grimzag grinned evilly, realising that he would have the pleasure of crushing the Troon army in the field of battle, as well as their leader... and maybe the leader of their armed forces who annoyed him so much.

It was nearly the end of a rich, full day.

Peeps held his hand to his ear."Sir, Command says we are to pull out of this situation. Spies have reported that Troon has declared war on Dregruk."
Chief turned around in his seat.
"WHAT?"
"Command says we are to pu"
"Shut it marine."
"Yes sir"
"Well i'll be damned! They WANT a war dont they? Just the kind of thing they need to get a political foothold! To hell with them! Peeps, kill the radio, were stopping this if its the last thing we do. You all with me?"
Both Guns and Hearts replied, "Sir!". Peeps looked blank for a second, then switched off the radio.

All over the Ghastopol Military base, troops were gearing up and getting to their assembly points. This activity was being repeated all the way across Dregruk, as the the massive military churned itself into action. 200 million men were in the employ of the Dregruk Armed Forces, most notably being the highly trained soldiers of the Dregruk Elites, a group that was known the world over for their high skills and even higher determination, who were so specialised that only 5000 were in active service. Tanks rolled out of production lines, the Government imposed War Service upon all factories, meaning that any factories capable of building weapons of war were to do so, and the Government would refund any profits that were lost during this period. Any factory that was already churning out weapons before war was declared was expected to double production.

Dregruk was ready.

Troon wasn't.

Soulblighter KNEW that he couldn't defeat Dregruk in a straight battle. It was unthinkable. But he had to do something. He decided that the best course of action was to appeal to his allies for help- Noble Kings, Slutbum Wallah...he nearly thought Dregruk. With a heavy heart, he began dictating...

To:Any Countries who can help
From:Emperor Soulblighter of Troon

--Message Begins--

Due to a failed attempt on my life earlier today, the Empire of Troon declared war on Dregruk. Any and all assistance in bringing the perpetrators to justice will be gratefully accepted

--Message Ends--

The Emperor sat down and began the necessary procedures in preparing his country for war.

In reply to the Emperor of Troon, the Lord of Deltrons sent his messenger with this reply: "The Deltrons shall promise aid in the upcoming war."
Later that day, a flock of unidentifiable objects were seen flying near Troon's empire. They are the Elite Rocketeer Troops, armed with viral rifles which will render infantry unable to fight back.

In reply to the Emperor of Troon, the Lord of Deltrons sent his messenger with this reply: "The Deltrons shall promise aid in the upcoming war."
Later that day, a flock of unidentifiable objects were seen flying near Troon's empire. They are the Elite Rocketeer Troops, armed with viral rifles which will render infantry unable to fight back.

OOC: Tries to decide whether or not he should moan about godmoding from a 1 day old nation with "Viral rifles which will render infantry unable to fight back.". I'll not crush a n00b with his first post, though... maybe the 3rd.

IC:

Dregruk's troops were in formation, ready to begin spearheading the attack into Troon. Already, the border was in sight. A huge, stone wall with troops scurrying on the top of it was visible through binoculars.

Meanwhile, back at the Ghastopol military complex, a messenger was handing Grimzag the transmission that had been received by Troon an hour earlier.

"Hmm... Soulblighter is so desperate for help that he requires the help of a nation a fraction of his size? All the more casualties for the battlefield.."

OOC: Deltrons, you are new to this game. Please make sure you read the sticky on godmoding before you continue. Also, bear in mind that your "Elite Rocketeer Troops" are vastly outnumbered and outclassed. Dregruk has a highly professional army.

OOC: *Slaps head at reply*

Deltrons, no offense, but a) Dregruk is right. You seem to be verging on god modding. b) While your help will be valuable in its own way, I was looking for a larger nation-alas your country will be the smallest dent in Dregruk's armour.

But feel free to join in.

In response to the message recieved earlier today requesting aid for the country: Troon, we are sorry to say that our nation is currently not available for large scale millitary efforts and cannot aid the nation: Troon, at this time. Perhaps with time we will be ready for such an engagement, but that time is not now.
Message ends.

Peeps was intercepting the message on classified radio channels and relayed it to Chief.
"Bloody hell! Bureaucrats! We have to sort this mess out lads. Otherwise the guys at the top will stand by an watch those nations annihilate each other just to pick over the remains."
Hearts pulled the ship around and headed for Troon.

All around Troon's northern border (With Dregruk), artillery was pounding into the wall. Chunks of stone were torn away from it, and a battlecry went up from the Dregruk regiments when they saw a hole large enough for them being blown open. The army surged forwards, shooting everything that wasn't them. Snipers on what was left of the walls picked off soldiers left, right and centre, but the army continued forwards, slaughtering the badly unprepared garrison that awaited them on the otherside in often hand-to-hand combat, something that the Dregruk soldiers excelled at...

Double Post

As the army began to reach the second wall (which was much smaller than the first) a deafening sound was heard. Reinforcements had arrived, and 10 Heavy Machine Guns opened fire on the Dregruk troops, as shells began raining on both sides. Every fighter that was operational was scrambled, loaded with Anti-tank and Antipersonnel weapons.

OOC: *Slaps head at reply*

Deltrons, no offense, but a) Dregruk is right. You seem to be verging on god modding. b) While your help will be valuable in its own way, I was looking for a larger nation-alas your country will be the smallest dent in Dregruk's armour.

But feel free to join in.

Sorry 'bout that. Haven't got the hang of this yet. Any help will be appreciated here, thanks.

"COVER! COVER!" Yelled the officers, as the hail of bullets began cutting apart the massed ranks. Bodies lay all around the ground, some crawling into cover, some not moving at all. Soldiers who were close enough to the wall pulled the pins out of their hand-grenades and lobbed them at the fortifications.

Some hand grenades were returned to their owners, some not. 3 machine gun groups were knocked out instantly. As it began to look bleak for the defenders, 4 more machine guns began firing from the left and the right. The Dregruk troops were caught in a vicious hail of crossfire...

"GET THOSE HEAVY WEAPONS GOING!" Screamed the troops, as bullets tore through their ranks. Things were starting to look bad for the 34th Ground Regiment. But, the soldiers' requests were heard amid the gunfire. Heavy tanks drove over the remnants of the once-proud wall, bringing their weaponry into a blazing cacophony of shells, bullets and slugs. The second wall was quickly torn apart by the clusters of tanks, but especially by the "BigBoy' MKII Heavy Battle Tank, a weapon feared all over the world for its heavy weapons and even heavier armour. When the smoke cleared, the shattered wall was clearly visible. The gunfire had stopped, and all that could be heard were the distant yells of, "Fall back! FALL BACK!!"

Bump :

Is this post dead or not?

OOC: I certainly hope not. I was just getting ready for my uber-cool ending. Damn it all, Troon never posts here!

OOC: I certainly hope not. I was just getting ready for my uber-cool ending. Damn it all, Troon never posts here!

OOC: Sorry.

IC:

The first anti-tank aircraft began to swoop in. They unleashed their horde of weaponry, and immediately flew back for base to re-arm. The first long-range (but conventional) missiles from deep within the Empire began soaring over the heads of the invaders, heading for their industrial centres and airfields...

Flak cannon were brought to bear all around Dregruk, pounding out their unsteady rhythm. A few missiles were brought down, but the missiles were much more effective than anything Dregruk had contended with recently. The targets were promptly evacuated, just as the missiles tore into them.