» Fri May 27, 2011 3:15 am 1: do not cuss....much, you know what I mean
2: you cannot kill anyone else besides your player
3: you do not continue any major story
4: submit your player to me via private message it should contain;
name:
age:
six:
physical description:
favored weapon(s):
equipment(armor and such):
emotional description:
motives for joining the army:
rank(below sarge.):
5: only energy weapons allowed are the guass rifle(low ammo) and the laser pistol and rifle, no fat mans or rocket launchers, nothing that would have come after the bombs hit
6:I may be a fellow grunt but i outrank your ass so respect me!
7: scenario; Our platoon was just dropped off clad in the 151b power armor(thats the only power armor you can have for now). Sargent "weasel" stepped out of the helicopter first, looking around at his enviroment, trees everywhere, no sign of the chinese at all. he looked at his bag containin his new t51b power armor. The rest of his men, still getting mostly static from the galaxy news radio tower at the camp, stayed inside laughing and joking with the pilot. The camp is about twelve miles away. there is no transportation at all. Weasel tossed his bags on the ground and took a picture of his girfriend back home, looked it over with love in his dark blue eyes. he ran his fingers through hs long blonde hair, no one ever made him cut it. alright you lazy sacks of [moderator censored] lets get a move on!....
