I left the army to walk into the forest. I sat there for days, listening to the sounds of the birds and the swaying trees. I pondered the futility of war, and my own place in the grand scheme of things. I probably would have stayed there until the day I died- which I guess I did. Cut down by a spray of bullets from a passing band of green marauders, then reborn in a trench to the east. Huh, reincarnation. I wouldn't have guessed that...

That... that'd be an awesome movie.


With an anti-climatic ending.....

Yes, a whole movie about a guy who stands in a forest

I shall now make my tale into a story, and add some role playing bits on for it to make more sense. This is all what happened in the game.

The Lance Corporal slowly approached the town. His orders were simple; blast them all the pieces, as many as possible, and escape, to weaken their defences just before a large attack would commence. He slowly made his way behind a stout, short wall. None of the guards had noticed him yet, but they did when he began spraying bullets.

Three immediately fell to the storm of bullets, but the other few dived behind several buildings. They began to emerge, firing. The soldier ducked, and reloaded his rifle. Soon, the spray of fire back had ended, and he heard the sounds of reloading. He rised, and fired again, killing another man. After reloading, he raised to see no enemies, but heard the moving of feet, around the building. Two men moved to his left, two to his right. He fired at the enemy to the right, killing both of them, but was soon pinned down by the two to his left. Suddenly, it dawned on him that he still had five grenades. Throwing a few the pair, he finally fired another spray to finish off the last wounded enemy. Readying another grenade, the corporal charged forward, prepared to take the pin and throw, and then fell dead, the lone enemy still alive had shot him as he charged forth.

I shall now make my tale into a story, and add some role playing bits on for it to make more sense. This is all what happened in the game.

The Lance Corporal slowly approached the town. His orders were simple; blast them all the pieces, as many as possible, and escape, to weaken their defences just before a large attack would commence. He slowly made his way behind a stout, short wall. None of the guards had noticed him yet, but they did when he began spraying bullets.

Three immediately fell to the storm of bullets, but the other few dived behind several buildings. They began to emerge, firing. The soldier ducked, and reloaded his rifle. Soon, the spray of fire back had ended, and he heard the sounds of reloading. He rised, and fired again, killing another man. After reloading, he raised to see no enemies, but heard the moving of feet, around the building. Two men moved to his left, two to his right. He fired at the enemy to the right, killing both of them, but was soon pinned down by the two to his left. Suddenly, it dawned on him that he still had five grenades. Throwing a few the pair, he finally fired another spray to finish off the last wounded enemy. Readying another grenade, the corporal charged forward, prepared to take the pin and throw, and then fell dead, the lone enemy still alive had shot him as he charged forth.