The day was cold and dark. The truck pulled up as the group of U.S. Army soldiers piled into the truck, weighing the back of the truck down, with their weight of newly invented Power Armor. The squad of ten men checked their weapons, as the last man piled in and sat down. The truck pulled out and made their way to Anchorage, a small U.S. army base. The sergeant nearest the truck window, sat back looking into the air, taking a long drag off his cigarette. The squad of soldiers all seemed to be new, but for the two sergeant's were old vets. They had been sent back to the rear for some R&R, but after the three week R&R, the two sergeants were reassigned to a new squad. The days passed as the squad made their way up to Anchorage, Alaska. Through snow and mud, the squad finally made their way to Anchorage.

The truck pulled up infront of a barracks, and unloaded the squad while a man in Power Armor holding his helmet under his arm, walked up to them, and already began yelling orders. "I WANT EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU RATS TO BE LINED UP, FOR ROLE CALL!", the man was about 6' 5", he was well built, he had large scar on the side of his face. The squad lined up, as another man wearing a large parka, walked over with a clip board. The man in Power Armor began yelling at the squad again, "I'am Commander Todd Howard, you may address me as Commander Howard, I will not have any jokers in my platoon. We are on the verge of breaking the Chinese defensive line, North West of here. I want everyone of you ready and geared up, because in six hours, we go to war!", Commander Howard scanned the squad once more, and smirked before he walked off, along with the clipboar.

Only the man in the parka stood infront of them, "I'am Commander Frank "Machinegun" Wilson, you will take orders from me and Commander Howard. Behind you are your quarters. Get your "Beauty Sleep" or Chow before we move out.", Commander Wilson saluted the men, and walked off while the squad saluted back, and walked over too checked out their quarters for the next six hours.

This is where you come in, you are a new recruit to the US Army. You are part of Alpha Company.

Rules

1. Dr. Strangelove (Me), and SideWynder0 are the Game Masters. What we say goes. WE move the story along, we say whats going on.

2. No Fallout Creatures, because the bombs have'nt fallen yet. Also NO women soldier characters. Sorry, but 50's style of thinking is still going on at this time.

3. You MUST start out with a regular US Army weapon, no Laser or Plasma Weapons YET. Any US issued weapons from the 50's to today, are good. NOTHING ELSE.

3. Swearing is allowed, just have it blocked out as such. S***

4. No player is a higher rank than me or SideWynder0. ie Sergeant
Here is a Rank Sheet, incase you dont know the US Army Ranks. http://www.easternct.edu/personal/faculty/pocock/ranks.htm

5. All Characters will start out with Power Armor, but T-51b Power Armor.

6. Send me or SideWynder0 a Charcter Sheet, just for a reference, PLEASE DO NOT post your Charcter Sheet, just begin posting once you have been OK'd. In your first post, it should just have a small description of your character, and what your charcter is doing. We may control your character at times, just to keep the story moving, and so you dont get lost, if your gone of awhile. NO one Controls our characters except us.

Charcter Sheet

Name

Age

Appearence

Equipment (Anything your character carries into battle)

Weapons (Please be realistic)

Back Story (What made your character join the Army)

7. Anything not related to the Rp, please put in an "OCC". Any questions you have about the Rp, PLEASE send them via PM. If you have any comments about how to move the story, or want to add some kind of character, send me and SideWynder0 a PM, we may consider it.

8. Have fun. And please use common sence, your charcter CAN DIE. It is assured that your charcter will get injured in some way. Not everyone is invincible. One more thing, me and SideWynder0 are not commanders, commanders are going to be NPC's, along with anyother charcters outside of the players.

Sergeant Morgan took another drag off his cigarette, as he entered the barracks with the rest of the squad. He walked over to a bunk, that was above another. Morgan turned around looking at the squad, "This top bunk is mine, I called it!", morgan layed his bag next to the wall, hopping up onto his bunk. The rest of the squad walked around finding their bunks, as morgan rested his head on the pillow, taking another long drag off his cigarette...

Sidewynder0 Rp gamemaster
Name: Gunny
Rank: Sergeant
Appearance: 5'9 with decent build. Weighs about 195lbs. Black Short Military buzz cut hair ,
Black Facial Hair (similar to my Avatar pic) Brown eyes. Caucasian.
Wears Black and White fatigue bottoms, black military boots, and a grey long sleeve shirt. Black Sandana covering hair.
Black gloves on his hands.

Black sunglasses to avoid sunglare off the snow.
http://mirror.altrec.com/images/shop/detail/swatches/JUL/46.9046_d.jpg

Equipment:
M60 Machine Gun- http://world.guns.ru/machine/m60e4.jpg
S&W Sigma .40 Handgun- http://www.dreadgazebo.com/gunporm/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/smithandwessonve.jpg
2 Frag grenades
2 Satchel Charges.
2 Door breaching Charges.
T51b Experimental Powerarmor when in heavy combat / otherwise in his usual clothes with a white and grey
combat armor chest and leg pieces. With a tactical web system attached for all the various explosives and
ammunition rounds needed for his Machinegun.

Background: Raised in your typical American Household, Gunny (no one knows his real name that's just what
everyone calls him.) lead a simple life. At the age of 18 he enlisted into the Military. At the age of 21 a faulty
Mr.Handy went berserk and killed his whole family. Mother, Father, 2 Brothers and 1 Sister. He now views robots with a
degree of mistrust always expecting one to malfunction and kill everyone. After that incident Gunny changed. He became more brazen in combat almost as if hoping for his death (the Army Psycologist said). Except Gunny could get things done. His skill with a heavy Machine Gun and Explosives got him to the rank of Sergeant but his attitude to authority and sometimes unorthodox combat tactics kept him there. Alaska was his last chance, so he shipped off to fight the Commies before they could invade the rest of America. Gunny had been fighting ever since, in this bleak white landscape. His R&R time could not have taken any longer. After months in the cold, the heat of an Alabama posting was too much to bear.
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Gunny cracked his neck and rolled the headphones out of one of his ears as Commander Frank "Machinegun" Wilson rattled
off the usual B.S at the fresh meat shivering in the cold. Commander Wilson turned his head toward Gunny and yelled
"How many times do I have to tell you to turn that S**T off Sergeant? and spit out that toothpick!!"
Gunny snapped off a lazy salute and spit his toothpick in Wilson's general direction.

I swear I think he's turning red.. or maybe thats the wind?

"Give me 5 laps around the compound before you hit Mess Gunny, and your gonna do it carrying all your gear too!
Get to steppen soldier!"

Nope not the wind!

Gunny let out a half grin.
"SIR YES SIR!!" Gunny snapped a sharper salute at Commander Wilson, pushed his earphone (still pumping out music -
that no one can hear atm-) back in place and hefted his M60. The Sergeant made a sharp left face and began a steady jog
into the blistering cold winds of the Arctic to make his 5 laps around basecamp.

Good to be home!

OOC-Sorry about all the editing my computer went bonkers and poster it funny/ fixed it now

Roland Darkwater watched as the other members of the squad set their belongings down on their newly found bunks. But most of all he watched Morgan, slowly eating away at his cigarette. Finally Roland walked to the far corner of the Barracks, and collapsed onto a bunk that he claimed. He closed his eyes, thinking of his decision to join the army. It was irreversible now. He was heading into war. Not that that was any worse than staying with his drug addict of a father. step father. His real father had died when he was very young.

The closest thing to a father Darkwater ever had was his Grandfather, Arnold Darkwater. He had served in the military years and years ago, in the war. All Roland had left of him was a lucky golden coin. Roland withdrew it from his pants pocket, and fumbled with it in his hands. It shone brilliantly in the light of the Barracks. Grasping the coin, Roland attempting to get some shut-eye. But the loud noises and shouting of Alpha Company kept him wide awake. So he decided to sit up. Maybe he could polish and clean his guns before the fighting started. He slipped his Colt 1911 Pistol out from his waist, and examined it. Still as pristine and glorious as the day his grandfather had given it to him.

Darkwater pulled back the slide, to see a bronze bullet shining in the chamber. He slid it back into position, and checked the magazine. All 7 rounds in place. Roland returned the gun to it's holster and examined his M16A4 which hung from the metal pipes of the upper bunk. It too seemed to be in great condition. Roland had yet to try on his T-51b power armor, but seeing as it was a gift from the army he knew it would be fine, if a little constricting. His grandfather had always said you could hardly breathe in those things. Even with the pilot-like masks and the air tanks, it was still difficult.

Roland hooked the lucky coin onto a silver chain, and wrapped it around his neck. He then hung it under his green military shirt. Roland checked his watch. It had been at least twenty minutes since he had laid down. Darkwater glanced over at the Sergeant, to see him still smoking that same cigarette.

Corporal Hai Kwong entered the barracks. Silence instantly fell as the soldiers looked almost disbelievingly at the albino Chinese man, as though they could not believe Chinese would be allowed into the army. One soldier muttered "damn Red spy..." However Hai ignored them. I will prove that I am a true American citizen, he thought to himself, no matter what most of them think about me. He calmly Put his missile launcher and his explosives down in his (oooc: locker?box?) then sat down on his bed and began to clean his assault rifle. When he was done cleaning the rifle, he walked over to the armory to recieve his new t-51 armor, and he was proud to be the only Chinese man in the world who was allowed to wear it.

The young Private Anderson jumped off the truck quickly as his new commanding officer roared at him. "What the Hell took you maggots so long? I could have took a s*** in the latrines and you still wouldn't have got off that truck." The private looked around at his fellow brothers in arms. Most of them were new like him, fresh from Boot Camp. There were also some veterans chatting with each other. We were sent to our barracks with another roar from the officer. I took a bottom bunk that looked nothing like the soft silk mattresses back home. I took out the picture out of my bag of the girl I had back home. Clutching it closely to my chest I closed my eyes and slept.

As Sergeant Morgan finished his smoke he quickly pulled out another cigarette, litting it up with his lighter. He looked at the squad, as they placed their heavy weapons on the floor, and the rest placed them into lockers. The day was young, but in a few hours, Sergeant Morgan and the squad would be in the trenches fighting for their lives. Morgan sat up on his bunk taking a drag of his cigarette, and blowing a few smoke rings.

"How many of you are new to this unit, or new to the army?", Sergeant Morgan looked as a few raised their hands.

"Now listen to me Greenbacks, when we reach the front you keep your heads down and keep move'in, dont stop for s***, I'm not going to help you, so dont get in my way", Sergeant Morgan hopped off his bunk and walked outside into the brisk air...

Gunny sauntered into the Barracks with a big grin on his face. His m60 over one shoulder and brushing off snow with his other hand, Gunny moved toward his rack toward the back corner of the room. He stopped for a second as a Chinese man walked past, headed out of the barracks. Gunny shook his head and shrugged.
When hell freezes over my Mah used to say. Well look where we are, I think it already has...Either he's a local one or they started recruiting from PoW's..

Lowering his Machinegun into his footlocker, Gunny turned toward an old friend he had made. "Morgan? You didn't join me on the run this time!" Sergeant Morgan turned by the door and made a dismissive gesture. "You forgot these in the truck numbn-uts! I didn't wanna hear you whine this time.." Gunny said as he dug through his pockets. He pulled out 2 packs of sealed cig containers and tossed them to Morgan. After settling down a bit and washing the cold out of his face, Gunny took stock of all the new blood that had wandered into his little corner of hell.

Besides the Chinese man, there was a young boy already fast asleep. Another was laying in his rack staring at a shiny coin, spinning it around in his fingers.
Gunny dragged a small chair over to the new soldier. Propping it against the Rack back first, Gunny leaned forward and snatched the coin from his hands.
"What's up with this thing? Is it lucky?" The new soldier snatched it back from his hands and gave him a dirty look. "Sooory , psch newbies." Gunny made a svcking sound with his teeth then let out a grin. The soldier hung the coin on a chain and slid it under his shirt as Gunny dragged the small chair back to his side of the room and proped it against the wall. Sergeant Gunny dropped into his rack and drifted into a familiar light sleep, brought on by the howling winds of the Arctic.

ooc- if you wish to join you can send me your character sheet as well everyone, so Dr.Strangelove doesnt get bogged down over there 8)

James sat down on a bed that wasn't occupied. he pulled out his AW50 and put the strap on it and hooked it by his bed and took out a long cigarette and lite it taking in a large drag and ''finally'' james said blowing puffs of smoke out he pulled his Sniper down and started examining it ''hey sarge'' he took out a cleaning tool and shoved it down the pipe of his gun ''whats with this clanky s***''James asked and stealthfully watched the Chinese man James pulled the cloth out of the barrel and aimed it at the chinese man ''boom'' James said lowering his gun down on his lap and quickly looked over at Gunny who was asleep

Luke Anderson woke up and looked at the man across from his bunk. The man was Chinese, and it seemed that he was part of the unit. He walked out of the barracks into the white snow. After he left, a crowd gathered to talk about him. "I didn't know that they let "Commies" into the Army," remarked a grunt. More ramblings went on until the sergeant went over and told the group to pipe down or they would be cleanin' the latrines with toothbrushes. He also added the he'd make them "extra special."


Anderson went over to the radio to check the stations. He switched to one where the President was talking. "It is sad to say that we must enter into a war against China." Some soldiers crowded closer to the radio. "We did not start the war, in a matter of fact they did. They decided to invade Alaska to claim the oil for themselves. Sadly they want more than oil. They want our freedom." A couple of soldiers looked to see if the Chinese guy was going to come back. "Yes America, they want our freedom. They want America. They are making this sad excuse of a quest for oil to invade our homeland! We shall not fall for their little schemes. Right now our brave soldiers are fighting for our freedom, they are fighting for America. So lets support them to send those R-..." The radio turned off as the Chinese soldier entered. All eyes gazed upon him. For a minute all was silent, then everyone pretended to go on with their businesses. Pvt. Anderson went backed to his bunk and pulled out the 10mm pistol. He cleaned it and checked the ammo.

F

OCC: Ignore Psymple Jesters last post, it did not happen. Thanks

Sergeant Morgan stood outside the barracks, as two privates walked by carring some food and ammo supplies to a nearby tent. Morgan walked over, still svcking down his cigarette. He walked over, sticking his head into the tent, that seemed to be full of ammo box's and food supplies. Morgan saw the two privates laying their supply box's down.

"How long you two been up here?", morgan said taking another drag off his cigarette. The two privates looked at him kind of shocked, then stood at attension. As the one on the left spoke.

"Sir Private first class Walters SIR! I've been here for three months SIR!", morgan stepped in shaking his head at the private, "S*** kid, I'm no officer, I'm just a grunt like the rest. No need for that kind of "Dirty Talk", morgan said handing the privates a smoke. Sergeant Morgan looked at the other, who kindly grabbed for a cigartte, but morgan quickly pulled it away, placing it in his coat pocket, "How old are you kid... 16, 18?", the private looked down at hit feet, as he answered, "I'm 17 sir... I'll be 18 next month!", morgan looked at the other private, who was just standing there trying to act tough and strong, as morgan turned his attension back to the boy, and walked out of the tent, back into the barracks...

Kyle hopped off the truck, and was wondering "Should I really be back?". He had fought here for almost 3 years now, he saw whole platoons torn up, and cold taking limbs, low rations and the same damn trees. The cold did help bleed victims but it still was a pain. After his squad leader got hit he had been a Sergent but this outfit had it's leaders and he was a Corporal again. He went to see if he could get one of those fancy new power armors. He had never used the things and he didn't like the fact those babies would be heavy as hell. He grabbed some found and went to find a Sargent Morgan.....

"Are you kidding me?" Hai said in genuine disbelief.
He looked again at his new armour. It was covered in scratches, holes, and even a fist sized gap on the abdomen that looked like someone had shot it with a 'launcher.
"I'm sorry sir, this is all we have left." Said the distributor calmly.
Hai saw a guy walk out of the armoury with four boxes saying 'new sets of T-51-b' and rolled his eyes. "Fine. So long as the batteries still work I really don't care, but still I've got to tell you this is an insult." He marched out quickly. On his way out he saw another corporal walk in. I'll bet he gets spiffy, undamaged armor Thought Hai resentfully as he stormed off to the barracks

(ooc: I will not be on that much as I have school/sports so if like we go on a mission and I don't respond just say something along the lines of me tagging along or whatever.) :toughninja:

[ooc: I also have school so do the same for me. Ill be on all weekend tho at night]

Roland Darkwater ignored Gunny, who continued on with his buisness. He could tell he would be having a hard time here. But he ignored the cold. He ignored his commanding officers. He even ignored the chinese man who recently walked in. But he would not ignore the fight for justice. He would fight just like his grandfather did. Roland kissed his coin, and hid it back under his shirt. Darkwater then got up from his bunk, grapped his M1911 pistol, and walked out of the Barracks. It was a cold evening, and a heavy fog clung to the air. Thick snowflakes were falling. It was then that Roland realized it wasn't fog. It was smoke from Morgan's cigs. Roland coughed in the hazy air. Great. Just great.

Luke walked out of the barracks and into the crisp, frigid air. Out of the armory, he saw the Chinese soldier with some shot-up, damaged power armor. He decided to head over to the range and shoot a few rounds. He picked up a assault rifle and picked a booth. He tried to imagine the target as a Chinese Commando. He emptied off a burst. He thought to himself, "Will I be able to shoot them when the time comes?" After emptying off a few more clips he headed back toward the barracks. He walked back into the barracks, passing the guy with the weird coin. He walked back to his bunk and took out his copy of Duck and Cover!

The sound of a Radio drew Gunny out from his light sleep.

Only acouple of hours until we assemble and move toward the frontline trenches.
The Chinese man that had passed by the Sergeant entered into the room carrying some really Ratty looking Powerarmor. Gunny tilted his head and stuck a toothpick into his mouth. The Chinese man approached amid a bustle of stairs and whispered comments.Gunny pulled himself up off and out of the bottom Rack. Still working his way toward the back the man kept his head held high.Setting his chair up Gunny propped against the back wall and watched the slant eyed man stop in front of the rack across from him, attempting to take the top bunk. The soldier underneath (a black skinned man from the west coast) stepped up to him.
"This ones taken my man! Best find another bunk to invade, oops did I say that out loud??" Snickering could be heard from the front of the barracks and even Gunny had to crack a grin. Then the Chinese man did a surprising thing. He turned around and stood in front of Gunny's bunk. Gunny's top bunk was always empty. That's just the way it was. Gunny eyed the man's fatigues -Hai Kong- read on them. He raised his eyebrow at the Chinese man who looked down. "They spelled it wrong ok? So is this one taken or what?" The man asked. Gunny lowered his eyebrow and looked into the mans eyes. The whole room got quiet as everyone watched while attempting not to watch.

Never been this close to a China man before.

Sergeant Gunny looked at the man for a minute. The Chinese man simply looked back at him with tired eyes. Gunny waved his hand at the top Rack "Be my guest Kong" The Sergeant leaned the chair back to the wall and placed the earbuds back in his ears while rolling the toothpick back and forth in his mouth.

"It's Kwong, Hai Kwong.." the soldier said quietly as he placed his beaten Powerarmor in the footlocker against the wall. Gunny simply nodded his head slowly to the music. Behind his dark sunglasses, his eyes twinkled.

As Sergeant Morgan finished his cigarette, he stepped into the barracks entering to see Sergeant "Gunny", stairing at the China-man. Morgan walked over to his bunk placing his T-51b Power Armor together onto the bunk, This is going to be just great , morgan thought as the men snickered to each other. Morgan did'nt trust the China-man as much as the rest, but he felt that if the China-man could hold his own against them, that he was worth keeping an eye-on.

The PA System crackled to life, as Commander Howards voice echoed through-out the base.

*Static*

"To all soldier in Alpha Company, gear-up and file outside the barracks. Take all your gear, you wont becoming back here, for sometime. The Chinese have just began an counter-offensive in all area's of the front, prepare yourself's for combat! "

*Static*

Sergeant Morgan grabbed all the gear out of his locker as the rest of the squad rushed around grabbing their gear. Morgan finished placing his extra gear into his duffle bag, as he started gearing up into full T-51b Power Armor. Sergeant Morgan looked at the squad, as he placed his helmet on, "I dont want any of you a**holes getting in my way, so make sure you stay out of my way, got that!", the squad knoded as they finished gearing up into their Power Armor.

Morgan walked out slinging his duffle bag over his shoulder. The trucks were waiting quietly outside the barracks, as morgan and the squad and the rest of Alpha Company loaded up into the troop trucks. Commander Howard, along with Commander Wilson in full T-51b Power Armor walked over to the squads truck, looking up at them, "Good luck boys, you'll need it up there", the squad saluted along with gunny and morgan, as the two commanders walked to the next truck probably saying the samething to the other squad. The trucks began to roll out, while the squad members began to talk amoungst each other...

OCC: Post what your character is doing before the PA broadcasts, up until the trucks start rolling out towards the front, and you all start talking to each other.

CETME Assault Rifle

Character Data:
Trooper Randy Weston, PFC.
Aged: 18
Eyes: Electric blue.
Shaved head, no facial hair.
5 foot five inches tall.
Weapons carried:
M14 rifle with eight 30 round magazines.
9mm Mauser 714 semiauto handgun, with four 20 round magazines.
.45 M1911A1, eight, eight round magazines.

Origin: An Alaska State Trooper, he saw the invasion and grabbed a tommygun from his truck's rack; he killed at least 50 Chinese paratroopers by shooting them as they parachuted to Earth. He ran out of ammo for his Thompson and ditched it. The Chinese Gestapo wants him very badly, they shot his dogs while he was fleeing with him. Bad mistake, He was hunting and exterminating Chinese
when he was picked up by the U.S. army.

Weston takes no prisoners, like the Nazi SS of WWII; Utterly loyal and obedient.

The Mauser 714 was purchased in a civilian gunshop before the invasion; it is the semiautomatic-only variant
of the full auto Mauser 712.

Weston went with Gunny to see what his asignment would be, he alertly stood attention.

With a grimace, Hai grabbed his armor and weapons and headed out after the commanders. Better see whats going on.... As he followed his eyes were drawn to some weird dude making out with a coin.
Wow he's even weirder than me. maybe I won't be the center of attention and anger this time.
Evidently he was wrong, as he was tripped like five times before getting out the door
Oh well, at least one dude let me share his bunk with me for once instead of being all like "you'll infect me with communism. Maybe it won't be so bad this time. Oh well, if I'm wrong.... His finger twitched on the rocket launchers trigger No Hai control yourself show them they are wrong about you.

Luke put away the book and ran into the armory to get this new "power armor." He acquired the new armor and put it on. It weighed a ton! he thought. He trudged back into the barracks just in time to hear the orders that they were shipping out. He picked up his assault rifle, his duffel bag, and walked outside. On his way out he saw that Commie guy with the rocket launcher. They gave him the rocket launcher? Are they crazy? The other soldiers must of realized what Luke was looking at and had the same thoughts. "The sarge must be insane," one of them said. The conversation soon broke up and all of them got on the truck.

Roland sat quietly as the truck rumbled across the dark, snowy field. A cold wind whipped against his face, and he wished he had put on the power armor he found in the barracks, rather than tossing it into his bags. Most of the squad's attention was focused on the Chinese man, decked out in power armor and sporting a rocket launcher. But Darkwater was far more concerned with something personal. Andrea. Andrea was the love of Roland's life. She was a thin, young woman he had met back in his hometown. She managed to get him away from his drunk step father, and cheer him up quite a bit. But he had sadly left her behind. Now it seemed being there in her warm living room, curled up with her, was far more important than this stupid war.
Darkwater again kissed his coin, as the truck plowed through the snowy wastes of Alaska.

Name: Nolan "weasel" slaughter
age: 22
description, thin tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, unkempt longish hair, little below his ears you get what im goin at
equipment: winter combat armor, sunglass and a red bandanna
weapons: r9 assult rifle, "lucky" 10mm smg, 3 detonation packs
reasons: killer shot, didnt wanna be a sniper, not close enough to the action, great in fist fights as well

"all right! time i started talkin and quit mopin like an idiot!" Weasel stood up and began to walk around the truck, shaking everyone's hand as if at a dinner party, "names Nolan, Nolan Slaughter, dudes call me weasel, nice to meet you all" He stopped at his sargent, gave him a look almost as if he wanted to be in charge of him. they both burst out laughing "Please, call me weasel, i aint gonna call you by sargent or some sh*t, so dont expect it..." he sat back down and pulled a picture out of his pocket, it was his girlfriend, madison, he looked at the picture with love in his eyes then put it back in his pocket and looked at the fading camp, not regretting leaving his new power armor and wearing his combat armor, he removed the top of his armor and pulled out a paint brush with a small jar of dark red paint. he painted "Weasel" on the back of it and drew a large heart on the back and a small one where his heart would be. He noticed everyone staring at him after he put the heart on his armor. "oh yea.... I'm straight all the way dudes, heres a picture of my girl. go ahead pass it around, beauty isnt she?" he gave it to the chinese man... "seeeeee? girl sixy, yes? giiiirl seeeexy?" he made a motion to show briasts on himself. he pulled something out of his bag, it was marajuana, he lit it puffed a few times and passed it to the chinese man, still holding his picture. the chinese man, angry burned Weasel's picture with the cigar and threw them both out. "you son of a b*tch!" Weasel stood up, about to throw a punch, and noticed his sargent giving him a look, he approched him "You got a girl back home? how would you feel if it happened to you?! screw you all!" as he walked back he tripped, tumbling out of the back, yelling and cursing. The chinese man laughed and the truck stopped, everyone gathered around Weasel. he pulls another slip of paper out. "its ok! i had a backup!" he gets to his feet and everyone laughs. "i scratched my heart! damnit!"

sorry if i depicted your actions wrong, most people would do that if i said all that crap like that

OCC: I don't think you got confirmation for your character did you? The rules clearly state to send the character sheet to Dr. Strangelove. You are also not supposed to post your character sheet.

i did bro, chill, its alll good up in here
my bad sorry