USCMRPG

I'd happily take on either Officer or Pilot roles, Quinn. Dunny has full qualifications in both - his backstory has him as being an aerospace officer prior to being knocked outta the sky, raped by bugs and rescued by the marines...and his stats reflect this. Lots of leadership and three points in Dr...

Really?

Interesting. Let's see what I can do about that.

Ugh. Hate New Years. With a passion.

OHYEA! I forgot dat.

Damn. Was lookin forward to seeing how Dunny would do, too. This charrie ain't seen boot, that's for sure.

No no no. Drop Bears would never allow anyone to ride on 'em - they'd kill ya as soon as ya try. Mate of mine 'ad a go at it once...poor bastard...

ANYWHO.

WOMBAT cavalry is where it is at. Basically, it's like a tank, but HARDER TO KILL.

Y'know, I never got to do a boot camp. Any chance of somehow getting in on this?

Hah! I knew I was in a Colonial Marine RP somewhere around these interwebz.

Dunny reporting in - exams are over, so I got nuthin but time. Except when I've got work, but that's only every second day so nah worries.

I won't hail him, because I'm an athiest and by considering him worth my hail, I'd have to deny his existence, so instead I'll merely say he's a top bloke and that we should all aspire to be a little bit more like Quinn.

RELEASE....


THE DIRE KANGAROOS!

Therefore...DIBS!

Oh. And please don't blow us up with our own radioactive matieral.

We have 25% of the world's uranium already. We just sell it to the nations we like.

No, we're no nuclear power, but you can thank us for being one

Hey, na worries boss. Real life takes precedence, and seriously, MAJOR CONGRATS on your child! No-one here's gonna blame you for stepping out for a while, it's been a pleasure gaming with you and I wish you the best of luck.

-Sam Dunn.

So long as Aussie gets all the planets with lots of uranium, I'm happy. The balance of power MUST BE MAINTAINED.

Exams over and back at parents - can post again.

The moment he saw the smoke grenades, Sam Jack Dunn immediately let go of his Smartgun with his right hand and fished into a webbing pouch he kept especially for situations like this. He grabbed what he was looking for and strapped his chopped-up gasmask to his face, a drill he'd practised constantl...