USCMRPG

After the jog to the APC and getting all strapped in Windrider had a look of disappointment.  The overall feeling of reaching out with the rifle was amazing to him.  The thought of having that effect on another life was profound.  His mind kept wandering over the fact of combat and what just happene...

Windrider continues to scope out a target and tries to pick somebody that looks like he may be giving orders...

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Hey Nick...since we are all putting in our requests..can you get me some coffee and some creamers?

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After squeezing the trigger he hears the orders for the other squads to move out and sits holding the high ground waiting to see what is going to happen next.

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"See if I hit that sucker out there?"

I would have fun playing...almost seems like you should use a warhammer/necromunda style system if you are talking multiple characters and base it on a unit/squad that one would control?

Then if one or two go down you get rookies and as u keep them u gain xp with them...just a thought.

Windrider was ready for some work here.  He looked around for some scrub grass to throw up in the air and get a wind reading.  Carefully taking his time he figures out the range for a head target on the mound and decided to reach out and touch someone. Slowly he raised up the scoped rifle and took a...

"How about you not do that, and use that scope instead. Stay in cover. Try and get the guys behind the dozers- if you spot someone that looks like he's in charge, ventilate the fucker He starts to smile at the thought and begins to scan with the scope looking to see if he can note anyone that may b...

Ahh well I don't live by there so can't try and drive and see u hahaha

Finally getting back to his point position with Heart he belly crawls up to the peak of the hill.  As he surveys around he sees the blasts and the weapons exchanging fire and is grinning that sheepish grin. Turning his head to Heart... " So want me to move in closer and get a better shot on the Rebe...

and where are we tripping to now?

Korean Western?  I am confused...very confused.

Hmmm I guess from my other posts peeps know I am in Philly haha

Heading inside to get the scoped rifle, Windrider had a glow about him...the fact he gets to grip a beautiful rifle and reach out just made him rather giddy.  Like a school boy peeking into the girl's shower after gym class.  He composed himself as he gripped the rifle and slung it over his back and...

Play rugby...not baseball...but take care and have fun!

A nice scar is always good...