USCMRPG

Giosso pulled himself up off the ground where he'd dove to evade the charging xenomorph. Still keeping his weight mostly off his bruised shin, he slung his shotgun. "It's like being in on the most horrifying ant-hill." Giosso commented. Suppressing a wince on the first step, Mark started moving back...

“Frantic Movement, Sir” Giosso called out as he examined his motion tracker. He pointed along the sweep of the unit. “That way.” Moments later, the shoulder lights illuminated the scene of xenomorphs acting as much like huge struggling ants as the deadly killers they were. Moments later, Pulse Rifle...

Giosso looked over the building, trying to see how the building was constructed in his mind. Thinking back to the scattered readings and lessons he'd had on standard corporate construction. "There should be a central switch and electrical panel - If I could get to it, it's possible I could get at le...

“On it, Sir.” Giosso said. With a practiced motion, he holstered his shotgun into the scabbard secured to the side of his backpack to free his hands and accessed the small tablet trapped to his forearm. He taped out a few commands, then after a pause, a few more. “No-Go, Sir.” He said with a tone th...

“Sir.” Giosso responded before he even finished registering the request from the Lieutenant. As he approached the APC he wondered what nature of the request was - something that would require particular discussion and expertise or a simple case of the LT not knowing where the transmit button was. Di...

Giosso pushed away the cot he'd been using as cover as the alien blood started to eat tiny holes in the fabric where the aerosol spray had impacted it. He trained the pistol on the lump of black for a second before it finished registering the creature was truly dead. Heinrich's scream pulled Mark ou...

Giosso rolled out of the bunk instinctually as sharp report of pulse shot reports ripped through the unsettled rural quiet. He was saved from a bruise-inducing impact on the tile with the kitchen’s sink-side rug. Still in the process of jolting awake, he pulled the cot down with him, rotating it int...

What's the gameplay like? I don't see much on it from the website?

“Thanks,” Mark said as Stark handed him the rifle. In reality, he reflected, it seemed he rarely used his rifle outside of patrol and practice. He wasn’t the strongest of Marines, and somehow there always seemed to be something more important to carry. Still, Stark wasn’t wrong - A rifle could be us...

"I found something, sir." Mark announced as his fingers traced the small square. He slid a fingernail under the panel and lifted, exposing it as a supposed all-weather cover that was never intended for the kind of perpetual wetness and near virulent vegetation that this planet provided. Mildew, fung...

Mark was only a pace away when the heavy metal door began to close. He had to fight the instinct to reach out and try to hold it open. It would have been futile at best, with an injury just as likely. He likewise resisted the urge to pound on the door once it had finished closing. It would have been...

Tasked with watching the flanks, Mark was facing away from the androids when the engagement broke from a worrisome greeting to a violent engagement. He pressed harder into the thick tree at his back after the first reports of gunfire reached his ears. It ended again as suddenly as it started. "No ot...

The mud and wet foliage were just starting to get to something resembling comfortable when Morse called out for the sweep. As much as Mark was curious to see what was going on up with the building, he hesitated to speak up. Sam, however, did not hesitate to volunteer both of them. Mark replied with ...

"Well, that screams 'Secret Corp Facility' if I've ever seen one," Mark commented softly to the general people and the area around him. His hand instinctively moved to his jacket in search of the tablet computer he would normally have strapped to him.  It got halfway before he realized he was still ...

Praise be to the robustness of military tech. Mark thought to himself as he wiped the worst of the mud off of the transmitter’s casing. He had feared the worst when the unit had slipped out of his grasp during that attack, but it seemed that their fickle fortune had spared them that particular trag...