USCMRPG

Sal reached the Second squad with little apparent resistance, only to find that Quinn and Colson in the middle of some old fashion trench medicine on Morse who was... well missing his leg. "Fuck." Sal swore. Without kicking up dust or dirt he set down the field surgery kit where Quinn and Colson cou...

Do either of you have the Surgery Kit?

I'll seal up your leg and the Lt. Col can put you in charge of the drop ships guns, you get to rain hot anti personnel death down on the weed seeded bird turding cess-pots.

It's likely you're expertise allows you to swiftly use the more precise functions of the device: Modify friendly fire, alter the rate of fire and how many rounds are put into each target per volley, etc.

On the upside Hicks, YOU might get bonus dice for knowing the device better.

I was under the impression that Second Squad was still on their way to the 'fort point' and that the rest of the group were just leaving the dropship.

You can never have too much morphine... until you OD and it kills you.

I've got the field kit with me, and two backup medkits for 'knicks and scrapped knees' injuries compared to what Morse is dealing with. I acknowledge that Quinn is the better medic (even though I wrote Pitt in my post. Damn my brain. But yeah. Sal not addressing the correct person is just him gettin...

Sal had been quiet as the group moved out into the forest. His face was neutral as Morse's circumstances went from fatal, to terrible, to reasonable, to managed. Then the explosives went off. "I mentioned traps when we organized, didn't I?" He whispered low enough that maybe Sam could hear him. "I'm...

Hang on Morse, Help is on the way.

Given that I had no skill ranks with flamers during that debacle, I think things went quite well.

I mean, Ripley worked a flamer alright. Hell she did that with one duct taped to a rifle!

Course Ripley had points in Big Damn Heroine saved up so... there's that.

Sal nodded at Sam's assent, and set to pulling tight his gloves and moving any kit that would snag to the side or slung on his back. He imagined a 'professional' climber would worry about struts and pikes, and all manner of harness. Sal was gonna climb a tree, not much different from climbing some s...

Salazar sat in line with rest of the 'First' squad. He'd not yet qualified for a flamer and was wishing it was part of his kit. A nice swath of flame could turn a line of rebels into fried flesh right quick. But that wasn't for him to decide, and after that invigorating little brawl, he doubted he'd...

Dirty fighting coming right up.

there are things like roll20 that have map makers built in. You just have the campaign closed, and just make maps, screen cap, even have tokens to rep marines. also, something I stumbled on. Some nightmare fuel, or Doom Dice fuel. http://i2.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/748/088/ddb.png Neve...