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Savage Worlds Ruleset for Fantasy Grounds II
(c) 2009 Pinnacle Entertainment Group.
Randall Breckenridge sprays the bushes
A group of Greenpeace activists charge out of the bushes and beat Randall down with rubber hoses for his violation of nature.
Randall Breckenridge: ah reckon those boys are bout to get their little red wagons fixed!
Randall Breckenridge: Fighting: Bayonet [1d6 = 5]
Colwyn O'Reilly: how did they find out about the sheep?
Tyran Drenski: Fighting: Combat Knife [1d4 = 3]
Several of the Greenpeace activists are killed. Unfortunately an overflight of people wearing love-beads and shouting "Make Love Not War" and "Save the Environment" drop a tactical nuke on the battlefield.
TADM: Because they are stupid that way....
Tyran Drenski: Are they from boulder/
Colwyn O'Reilly: sounds about right... killing people to show people that killing people is wrong
TADM: Must be.
Colwyn O'Reilly: Fighting: Bayonet [1d6 = 17]
Colwyn O'Reilly: Bayonet damage [2d4 = 5]
TADM: Alright then, I'll make sure the VC do not get within close combat range.
Tyran Drenski: well i feel safer that my medic knows how to use hit bayonet....
Randall Breckenridge: Throwing [1d6 = 10]
Tyran Drenski: Throwing [1d6 = 7]
Colwyn O'Reilly: fighting: ate taco bell today [2d6 = 12]
Colwyn O'Reilly: biological warfare damage [4d12 = 35]
Tyran Drenski: I ate taco bell too
Tyran Drenski: Survival [Critical failure!] [1d4 = 1]
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): LOL
TADM: LOL
Tyran Drenski: lol
Dugan stubs his toe on a rock. He collapses to the ground screaming in pain. When it becomes obvious that no amount of medical treatment will help him, Richard carries Dugan's crying sorry-self back to the makeshift infirmary.
Randall Breckenridge: Driving [1d4 = 2]
Hogpile: I smell... GM CHEESE! Yummy!
Tyran Drenski: Stealth [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 3]
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): wow...
Tyran Drenski: i not so sneaky...
Randall Breckenridge: Stealth [1d6 = 14]
Colwyn O'Reilly: Stealth [1d6 = 3]
Tyran Drenski: Repair [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 3]
Randall Breckenridge: I hide better than I drive...
Withers: Okay, that leaves five of us to guard this stretch of the line. Hopefully other squads are doing better than us.
Withers: Drenski, see if you can fiddle with that radio a bit to get us some more life out of it.
Withers: Randall, you get to be assistant MG for Hogpile.
Tyran Drenski: Hooah
Tyran Drenski: Repair [1d6 = 5]
Withers: Let's get situated in our foxholes and sit tight. There are probably more VC coming.
Private Drenski works on the radio for a bit and manages to get it back to a reasonable approximation of working order.
TADM: Lowest bidder and all...
Tyran Drenski uses parts of the giant guys brain to reconfiguer the radio and adjusted the gun antenna
Colwyn O'Reilly: right corp... who needs some medical love?
Randall Breckenridge: ok
Tyran Drenski finishes any loose ends on the foxhole and makes sure the trench is deep.
Tyran Drenski: Hey Corp radio is good...for now. Any instructions?
Colwyn O'Reilly repairs dugan's foxhole
Hogpile: Okay Marine, so I am thinking we cover that area with the M60. That is the closet point in the treeline where they can come from.
Colwyn O'Reilly: digging a hole [1d6 = 1]
Randall Breckenridge: works for me
Withers: Setup whatever boobytraps you think are appropriate Drenski.
Colwyn O'Reilly: darnit! i filled it back in... sonofa...
Tyran Drenski: Hooah
Hogpile: Hey, Doc, you might be great at patching people up, but you do realize the WIDE part is what you dig with, right?
Colwyn O'Reilly: oh... maybe that's the problem. I'm used to sticking the small pointy end in things
Tyran Drenski covers his blast hole from last combat with tree branches and brush, then sets us his remainer claymores (2)
Colwyn O'Reilly climbs in richard's foxhole instead
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): it has satellite tv...
Corporal Swords from Harbin's squad shows up.
Corporal Swords: Withers, how is it going?
Tyran Drenski reports his traps PTA of the other corp
John (Randall Breckenridge): who has the statue?
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): i hope richard gave it to someone
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): richard last i checked
Withers: That last wave we had one seriously injured, one baby-injury, and the another guy who is helping move the injured back. Squad is down to half manpower.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): before he halled off dugan
Withers: Oh, and gookzilla was a bit frightening.
Private Drenski discovers the statue in his backpack.
Randall Breckenridge: yez he was!
Corporal Swords: Err...yeah, I have multiple reports of really tall VC plunging into our lines. Sergeant Baker's squad was wiped out by one.
Withers: Hmm...so do we hold here?
Colwyn O'Reilly: anyone need some patching up before all goulash breaks loose again?
Tyran Drenski does a sudden and random happy dance
Corporal Swords: For now yes.
Corporal Swords heads back to Harbin's squad.
Randall Breckenridge: he waz tall as a Georgia pine!
Tyran Drenski: I have just one wound if it's not a waste of resources.
Tyran Drenski: more like a redwood.
Colwyn O'Reilly: nope... better to have you not bleeding all over your grenades... makes them slippery
Colwyn O'Reilly: Healing {+2 Healer} [1d6+2 = 36]
Colwyn O'Reilly: med kit usage [1d4 = 4]
Tyran Drenski: i have been healed
Tyran Drenski: and can fly now
Randall Breckenridge: Ah believe you are doin a nother happy dance!
Tyran Drenski does another happy dance
Tyran's blood pressure is now in the normal range, has a resting heart rate of 35, no arterial clogging, and has been genetically purified of birth defects that might have been passed on to his children.
Hogpile: Hmm...Doc, have you ever thought about becoming an actual doctor?
Tyran Drenski: I feel the statues love all around me, thanks doc.
Colwyn O'Reilly: and has 40/20 vision
Colwyn O'Reilly: not really hogpile, no... veternarian
Hogpile: Ahh...so you need Dugan to come back for practice then?
Colwyn O'Reilly: exactly... aren't you bloodied up a bit too?
Hogpile: Nah, I'm fine. You fixed up me right as rain.
Tyran Drenski: I think he would be a wonderful pin cution i mean subject.
Withers: Well, I doubt we are going to see VC again before night fall. Those of you who can, this is a good time to nap.
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): is it still raining?
Hogpile: Right Corp! ..... ZZZZzzzzzz
Tyran Drenski: zzzzz..drool....snor.....rabbit kicks......zzzzzz
The weather is now clear and sunny. It is about 1500.
The afternoon and early evening pass quietly. Far too quietly.
Randall Breckenridge: uh oh...
Randall Breckenridge eats some carrots
Fortunately the army takes this opportunity to ferry out the wounded, ferry in supplies, and bring in reinforcements.
Tyran Drenski is now having a nightmare of the incoming dooooom.
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): crap... who's in labour this time?
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): Did I get more clay mores and M79?????
Richard is attached to an LRRP squad heading out into the bush to see if the VC are still lurking or have snuck off elsewhere.
GM: Yes, everyone gets a restock on ammo, grenades, and 5 shiny new claymores for Tyran.
GM: Plus they bring you some extremely nourishing C-Rations
Hogpile: Woohoo! Greenish paste with fuzzy bits! My favorite.
Withers: Don't eat that.
Colwyn O'Reilly: fuzzy wasabi?
Colwyn O'Reilly: any more med supplies?
Med Supplies: [1d12 = 4]
Tyran Drenski: I never thought I would be happy to see more C rations but I really am...any with crepes?
GM: Colwyn gets four "packs" for his medkit.
Randall Breckenridge: sounds like my grannies recipe - split pea muskrat. Ah didn't like it.
Colwyn O'Reilly: freeze dried army crepes... just add fruit, cream and crepe dough
The sun goes down. It gets dark. A feeling of tension and nervousness rolls through the American lines.
Colwyn O'Reilly: hmmmm... morphine for relaxation...
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): brews a spot of tea
Randall Breckenridge: Spirit [1d6 = 8]
Hogpile: So, anyone know any good campfire songs?
Hogpile: ...not that we have a campfire.
Randall Breckenridge how bout "Bonnie Blue Flag?"
Withers: Almareth's Squad: Notice [1d8 = 7]
Tyran Drenski set a trap with a candy bar on a string. When the string gets pulled the rope grab the VC and uses a near by tree like a catapult and lauches the VC to the ocean.
Colwyn O'Reilly: 99 bottles of greek fire on the wall, 99 bottles of greek fire, take one down and light up a bong... no more... well, anything...
GM: Notice checks...
Tyran Drenski: Notice (GOOD) [1d8 = 6]
Colwyn O'Reilly: Notice [1d6 = 5]
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): battle begins..
NVA Regular: Stealth [1d6 = 4]
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): I really hope a VC takes my candy bar...
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): this gaming session rated 'R' for mild violence, sex and drug references
Randall Breckenridge: Notice {+2 Alertness} [1d6+2 = 13]
Tyran Drenski: sex??? who where...wait I don't want to know what dugan is doing.
Colwyn O'Reilly: remember the greenpeace people and randall's violation of nature? remember the sheep?
TADM: Randall was violating plants, not sheep.
Randall Breckenridge: yeah, them peta would be proud. Just not the vegans.
TADM: So...anyway....
Withers, Colwyn, and Tyran smell the nasty fish paste that VC smear on their rice to make it into rice balls. The smell is getting closer, which tells you that the enemy is trying to sneak up on you.
Colwyn O'Reilly fixes bayonet
Tyran Drenski: (whispers) anyone else smell VC goop?
Randall can tell you that there are 10 of them, the fish paste was manufactured in Shanghai, none of them are over 5'6" in height. Two of them have longer right legs than left, and from the smell of gun oil and gunpowder, that they are all using Lebel rifles.
Tyran Drenski readys for combat
Withers: Randall must be part golden retriever.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): Randall ate hims wheaties>
Withers: Drenski, bloop a flare out there and let's see what pops out.
Randall Breckenridge: My hound taught me right...
Randall Breckenridge: an no comments bout my momma...
Tyran Drenski: Shooting: M79 G. Launch [1d6 = 5]
Tyran Drenski: shots a flare
Deviation: [1d12 = 1]
Deviation: [1d10 = 5]
Randall Breckenridge: mah finger of DOOM!
Colwyn O'Reilly: that's a pretty crappy flare...
Tyran Drenski: (whispers) well that did not tell us much.
NVA Regular: Ooh! Hershey's! My favorite!
NVA Regular: Agility [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d8 = 1]
Tyran Drenski looks excited....
NVA Regular: AAAAAHHHHH!
GM: A VC goes flying through the air, worse yet, he did not even manage to maintain his grasp on the candy bar!
Tyran Drenski happy dances again....
GM: Tyran, roll damage for a claymore.
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): oh... must have rolled a critical failure on his grapple check
Tyran Drenski: Claymore damage [3d6 = 16]
One of Drenski's claymores explodes. In the brief flash of light that follows you see two VC incinerated by the blast.
Withers: Right...I can go back to sleep at this rate. Drenski is going to kill them all.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): Okay three down 1 giant one to go...
Tyran Drenski: Hooah serg demo at it's finest crop.
Colwyn O'Reilly
Round 1
The deck has been shuffled.
Dealing cards...
Tyran Drenski: I ment corp your almost our serg
NVA Regular: Agility [1d8 = 6]
NVA Regular: Agility [1d8 = 23]
NVA Regular: Agility [1d8 = 5]
NVA Regular: Agility [1d8 = 5]
NVA Regular: Shooting [1] [1d8 = 3]
NVA Regular: Shooting [2] [1d8 = 2]
NVA Regular: Shooting [3] [1d8 = 5]
NVA Regular: Shooting [4] [1d8 = 4]
NVA Regular: Shooting [5] [1d8 = 5]
NVA Regular: Shooting [6] [1d8 = 4]
NVA Regular: Shooting [7] [1d8 = 5]
NVA Regular: Shooting [8] [1d8 = 7]
NVA Regular: Shooting [9] [1d8 = 2]
NVA Regular: Shooting [10] [1d8 = 3]
NVA Regular: Shooting [11] [1d8 = 6]
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): so if I hit my claymore with a grenade do I get two explosions for the price of one??
The massive spray of fire as the VC charge results in a hit on Tyran and Hogpile.
VC Militia: Lebel damage [2d8 = 7]
VC Militia: Lebel damage [2d8 = 18]
Hogpile is shaken.
Jade Statue: Vigor [1d6 = 11]
Tyran is shot. A flash of green light bursts around Tyran. He is still wounded from the bullet, but he is unshaken.
TADM: (And he only took 1 wound, not 3.)
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): woot!!
This does have the unfortunate side of effect of pointing him out to every VC in the area.
Colwyn O'Reilly
Colwyn O'Reilly: crap, and i'm standing next to him
Randall Breckenridge: oo
Hogpile: Spirit [1d8 = 7]
Tyran Drenski is a little nervious so pulls out the statue for luck
Colwyn O'Reilly: i shoot at VC 4
John (Randall Breckenridge): am I just helping feed ammo to hogpile?
Colwyn O'Reilly: Shooting: M1 Carbine (3 Round Burst +2) [1d8+2 = 13]
TADM: No, you can shoot normally now that the gun is braced. If he runs out of ammo he needs help with the reload.
Colwyn O'Reilly: M1 Carbine damage -1 (3 Round Burst +2) [Raise] [3d6+1 = 8]
TADM: Errr...
TADM: Well, he is shaken at least.
Hogpile recovers from being Shaken.
Withers: Shooting [1d8 = 2]
And Withers misses.
Randall Breckenridge
Randall Breckenridge: Shooting: M14 (3 Round Burst +2, Medium Range -2) [1d8 = 5]
Randall Breckenridge: M14 damage +1 (3 Round Burst +2) [2d8+3 = 11]
Tyran Drenski
Tyran Drenski before fires, he sets the statue next to him on the top of the foxhole, and whispers "itiramam" and "piko".
Tyran Drenski wants to feel safe
Tyran Drenski: Shooting: M79 G. Launch [1d8 = 6]
GM: Right on target
Tyran Drenski: M79 G. Launch damage [3d6 = 27]
BOOM!
Colwyn O'Reilly eyes get really big
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): be one with the statue....... does that set off my claymore?
TADM: Yes.
Withers: Does anyone else smell lava?
Colwyn O'Reilly: now we have a squad sized foxhole
Colwyn O'Reilly: we can invite friends too
Hogpile: Tyran's burrowing to the center of the earth! With GRENADES!
Colwyn O'Reilly: and probably make a hockey rink
Tyran Drenski: i put a secret additive to that one....
Tyran Drenski wants to high five the statue but is too scared...
Random off-map GI: Hey! That was a really close artillery strike there! What was that, a 125mm?
Round 2
Dealing cards...
Colwyn O'Reilly
Colwyn O'Reilly: i'm going to shoot the same VC
GM: Fire away.
Colwyn O'Reilly: Shooting: M1 Carbine (Cover (Medium) -2, 3 Round Burst +2, Medium Range -2) [1d8-2 = 2]
GM: Swing and a miss!
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): Tyran haggles the Umpire....
NVA Regular: Shooting [1] [1d8 = 3]
NVA Regular: Shooting [2] [1d8 = 1]
NVA Regular: Shooting [3] [1d8 = 3]
NVA Regular: Shooting [4] [1d8 = 4]
NVA Regular: Fighting [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 1]
Withers: I think that guy just tried to stab me. Next time he should at least get out a weapon first.
NVA Regular: That is a whole lot of EPIC FAIL for us.
Tyran Drenski
Tyran Drenski: Shooting: M79 G. Launch [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 7]
GM: Right on target again.
Tyran Drenski: M79 G. Launch damage [3d6 = 6]
GM: Leaving both of them shaken, but alive.
Randall Breckenridge
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): for got the special sauce...darn
Randall Breckenridge moves to support withers
GM: Are you going to fire?
Randall Breckenridge: if no one is in the way
GM: You have clear shots at #1 and #4.
Randall Breckenridge: #4
Randall Breckenridge: Shooting: M14 (3 Round Burst +2, Multi-Action Penalty -2, Cover (Medium) -2, Medium Range -2) [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6-4 = -2]
Randall Breckenridge: ugh
The Greenpeace people again show up and beat Randall down for his indiscriminate shooting of trees.
Hogpile: Shooting [1d8 = 12]
Hogpile: M60 (30/60/120) damage [Raise] [3d8+1 = 14]
Hogpile: Yeehaw!
Tyran Drenski: good jog hogpile
Hogpile manages to pull off some impressive close range fire of the M60, misses Withers, and explodes the VC nearest to him.
Withers: Shooting [1d8 = 7]
Withers: M16 (24/48/96) damage [2d6 = 10]
Withers: I shoot #9.
Round 3
Dealing cards...
Randall Breckenridge
Randall Breckenridge: Shooting: M14 (3 Round Burst +2, Cover (Medium) -2, Medium Range -2) [1d6-2 = 2]
GM: Fire at will. (And only moving 1 square does not give you the multi-action penalty.) Although that still misses.
Randall Breckenridge: oh ok
Hogpile: I'm going to let the M60 cool.
Colwyn O'Reilly
Colwyn O'Reilly: another pot shot at #4... can i get him in close range?
GM: From that spot yes.
Colwyn O'Reilly: Shooting: M1 Carbine (Cover (Medium) -2, 3 Round Burst +2) [1d8 = 7]
Colwyn O'Reilly: M1 Carbine damage -1 (3 Round Burst +2) [2d6+1 = 3]
Tyran Drenski
Tyran Drenski: Shooting: M79 G. Launch [1d8 = 3]
Deviation: [1d12 = 7]
Deviation: [1d10 = 4]
Tyran Drenski: M79 G. Launch damage [3d6 = 6]
Withers: Shooting [1d8 = 7]
Withers: M16 (24/48/96) damage [2d6 = 5]
Withers shoots the last guy, but not impressively enough for him to notice.
Withers: Hmm...must have borrowed some of Colwyn's rubber bullets.
NVA Regular: Spirit [1d8 = 9]
The guy rushes at Tyran with a primed grenade.
Colwyn O'Reilly: that's bad
Jade Golem: Fighting [1d6 = 9]
The statue runs forward with its spear out and slashes both of the guy's hamstrings. He falls backwards, sending the grenade rolling down the hill. The statue then climbs up on his face and starts ramming his spear into the guy's eye sockets until the VC stops moving.
John (Randall Breckenridge): oh my
Withers: Mental note to self: Do not piss off statue.
GM: Guts checks.
Randall Breckenridge: Guts [1d6 = 5]
Tyran Drenski resumes the happy dance!!!! he is soooo proud of the little guy
Tyran Drenski: Guts [1d4 = 11]
Colwyn O'Reilly: Guts [1d6 = 8]
Colwyn O'Reilly: Notice [1d6 = 2]
Colwyn O'Reilly: HA! I didn't even see it happen! I was ducking for cover!
I see no one is disturbed by the statue's antics. In fact, Colwyn cannot even see them.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): I thought having the statue protect me was a good idea...
Once the man stops twitching, the statue resumes its post in front of Tyran's foxhole.
Hogpile: Tyran? You have space for me and an M60 over there?
Withers: Wonder how long the batteries on that thing last? Maybe we can just have it patrol the area the rest of the night?
Tyran Drenski: ummm sure but let me turn of the little dude first...he is excited right now
Randall Breckenridge: good thing them other guys don have no statues
Colwyn O'Reilly: why hogpile? some VC just rushed him with a grenade... damn tyran, I didn't realize you even had a knife
TADM: When Colwyn passes Guts checks...it's not really a Guts check, it is a check to see if he SAW the thing that caused the Guts check.
Tyran Drenski: I have a combat knife... good job green dude. Mataka-hao
Colwyn O'Reilly: What? did the gook trip over the statue? that's pretty sneaky
As the statue returns to its normal statue like behavior, Tyran gets a sense the little guy is upset that the fun ended so soon.
Withers: Yep, he tripped over the statue and fell on Tyran's knife Colwyn.
Withers: We are going to officially add "statue" to the booby trap list.
Tyran Drenski: (whispers the the statue) You'll be playing more you'll see...
The sounds of gun fire around the area diminish. It seems that another attack was beaten back.
Colwyn O'Reilly patches up tyran's wound
Colwyn O'Reilly: Healing {+2 Healer} [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6+2 = 5]
Colwyn O'Reilly: med kit usage [1d4 = 3]
Tyran Drenski: So Corp I thought we should put the statue in the huge hole and give him a tiny radio i'll make then I'll give him commands and he can take out half the bag guys before they are close.....
Withers: That would be pretty funny.
Hogpile: I never realized that Tyran invented the baby monitor!
Tyran Drenski: I thought we could name him rambo...I don't know why just seems like a good name..
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): lol
Randall Breckenridge: it fits
Withers: Make sure you tie a little bandana around his head.
Withers: Drenski, use a couple more of those claymores. You and Hogpile reset the defensive perimeter. Just in case the enemy comes back again tonight.
Hogpile: Hooah
Tyran Drenski: hooah corp
GM: So setup the boobytraps and claymores again on the map.
Hours pass, it gets to be around 0130. Corporal Swords heads over from HQ and speaks with Withers for a few minutes. Then he crawls back off into the night.
Withers: Looks like the VC pulled out.
Withers: We need to keep an eye out in case they have not, but the recon patrols say what was left headed north about two hours ago.
Withers: Choppers are going to be here in the morning to pick us up and head back to base.
Withers: Good job so far everyone.
Randall Breckenridge: ok
The rest of the night does pass uneventfully. As the sun comes up, Withers has Drenski recover the claymores and disable the boobytraps.
Tyran Drenski: this time tyran has made tiny wood bombs out of the heaters from the c-rations and stick casing that is a pressure bomb
GM: Awesome.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): added some fuzzy green goo from fun
The squad is one of the first pulled out. The chopper ride back to base is noisy and bumpy, but otherwise uneventful.
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: Hey ya'all. Good to see some of you still breathin'
Tyran Drenski takes his bomb with him can't wait to test it.....
Randall Breckenridge: aye, sir
GM: Are the tiny wood bombs so the Jade Statue can plant them for you?
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: Heard about Sergeant Almareth coming up MIA like that. Real shame. Although looks like you guys were just in one heck of a fight.
Withers: ZZZZzzzzzz.....
Hogpile: Don't know how he can sleep on a chopper.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): yes that is it....tyran is going to spend some quilty time making new explosives...maybe lead to a patent
Randall Breckenridge: yes, we lost bookworm, and sarge.
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: I thought Sarge was MIA. Or do you mean the new sarge?
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: Anyway, we'll be back to base soon.
Tyran Drenski draws in a book the design of the remote radio for Rambo
Colwyn O'Reilly: new sarge... donegal
Colwyn O'Reilly: Johannsen was killed too
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: Man, bummer there. Donegal was a good guy. Bit of a stick in the mud, but a good guy.
Randall Breckenridge: yeah, that was his name. didnt last long...
Colwyn O'Reilly: and I don't think alberts is going anywhere but home
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: Wow, sounds like it was a rough fight.
Colwyn O'Reilly: but hogpile's still here... he somehow keeps avoiding serious harm
Hogpile: I have an O'Reilly Safety Blanket.
Randall Breckenridge: yeah, he patched him up right nice
Wildcat brings the chopper in for a landing. The squad disembarks, returns weapons to the armory, and heads in for a late breakfast. As you are eating Army "eggs" the platoon CO shows up.
2nd Lt. Harbin: Well fought people, that was a meat grinder for both sides. We lost 23 men, 42 injured.
Colwyn O'Reilly: I should market those
Colwyn O'Reilly: *the blankets, not the dead people*
2nd Lt. Harbin: Anyway, it is going to be a few days while squads get replacements, rearranged, supplies. Consider this R&R, for everyone except Withers.
Withers: Right sir.
2nd Lt. Harbin: Withers, you and I need to talk later after you have a chance to sleep.
Withers: Yessir.
Tyran Drenski: hooah sir R&R
Colwyn O'Reilly looks quizzically at corp
Harbin smiles and leans down so he can whisper to the squad.
Randall Breckenridge: huh?
Tyran Drenski feels bad for corp
2nd Lt. Harbin: And I have it on good authority that Captain Tomkins is having pizza catered in for lunch for the platoon. Sort of a "thank you" for getting our asses shot up. So if you come back to the mess tent in about an hour, there should be some REAL pizza, not Army pizza here.
Harbin straightens and walks off.
Hogpile: Pizza? I'm game.
Tyran Drenski: HOOAH!!!!
Hogpile: Although where he found real pizza, in quantity sufficient for the rest of a platoon is beyond me.
Randall Breckenridge: yep
Colwyn O'Reilly is excited
Tyran Drenski: The truth is I don't want to know because ignorance can be bliss.
Withers: Nice gesture, not sure it is worth the price we paid though. I'm going to catch some sleep. Tyran you can have my pizza slices.
Corporal Withers gets up and heads back to his tent.
Tyran Drenski: Thanks corp, sure you don't want me to save you some?
Withers: No, I'm good. I don't care for pizza much anyway.
Colwyn O'Reilly: well, there's nothing we can do about the guys we lost except enjoy this pizza in their honour
Colwyn O'Reilly: if only we had some beer to go with it
Hogpile: Well, we are on R&R. Duke's place is open and he has American beer. Who wants to run out and grab some with me?
Tyran Drenski: Rambo and I are very sad for our losses and we agree we need beer, I'll go with you
Randall Breckenridge: Ah need some
The bar in the Vietnamese village just outside the base is, indeed, open this time of morning.
When you walk in Duke comes out from the back, wearing a large stetson and a leather belt with a gaudy and shiny belt buckle.
Duke: Hey pardners!
Hogpile: Hi Duke.
Randall Breckenridge: Howdy!
Tyran Drenski: Hey duke anything new?
Duke: Nah, not much new goin' on around here.
Colwyn O'Reilly: howdy duke
Duke: Business is good though. I reckon ya'all want something to drink?
Tyran Drenski: We need to drink in honor of others..I'll get the first round.
Colwyn O'Reilly: we need a few shots... three each, one for each guy we lost yesterday
Colwyn O'Reilly: even if it is gasoline
TADM: My Deadlands campaign is good for practicing Druke's speech.
Tyran Drenski has Rambo in his back pack
Duke: Ya'all lost people? Man, sorry to hear that.
Duke: I reckon ya'all fixed those VC wagons though.
Colwyn O'Reilly: well, tyran did
Tyran Drenski: Hoaah duke we sure did
Randall Breckenridge: Yeah, those left slunk away like yellow bellied hounds
Colwyn O'Reilly: i mostly just kept everyone I could alive... there's a reason I'm not a sniper
Tyran Drenski: Doc here did us all real good....
Duke fishes around behind the bar and gets out a bottle of Jameson 12 year special. He uncorks it, takes a good whiff, then pours each of you three shots.
Tyran Drenski tries out the cowboy speak.
Randall Breckenridge: Yep, jus bout brought hogpile here back from deaths door, he did
Duke: Wow, you don't say? Doc you are a straight shooter.
Tyran Drenski: That smell nice Duke..To Bookworm
Tyran Drenski lifts the first shot
Colwyn O'Reilly eyes bug out
Randall Breckenridge: to bookworm
Colwyn O'Reilly: to bookworm
Tyran Drenski shoot the first shot
Colwyn O'Reilly downs the first shot
Randall Breckenridge: woo wee, thats smoother than mah girls unmentionables
Colwyn O'Reilly: and Sgt. Donegal
Tyran Drenski: To Donegal
Randall Breckenridge: Donegal...
Tyran Drenski shoots the next one
Colwyn O'Reilly looks at Randall strangely... they're smooth?
Colwyn O'Reilly drinks the next shot
Tyran Drenski: that is really smooth
Duke corks the bottle back up and sticks it somewhere very secure.
Randall Breckenridge: oh yeah, my pappies moonshine kicks like a mule!
Tyran Drenski: last but not least to Johannsen
Randall Breckenridge: To Joe..
Duke: Sarge gave me that bottle. The Sarge. Said I'd know when to use it.
Tyran Drenski shoots the last and has a moment of silence
Colwyn O'Reilly: To Johannsen
Duke: Err..sorry if I talked durin' the moment of silence and all.
Colwyn O'Reilly slams the last shot
Colwyn O'Reilly: I'll bet he did duke
Tyran Drenski: I didn't annouce it, it was my fault
Duke: So ya'all need somethin' else? I heard a rumor about some pizza. Beer and pizza is like American food right?
Tyran Drenski: got any spare eletronics around Duke?
Tyran Drenski: good food duke
Duke: I ain't never had pizza. Suppose you could smuggle me a piece? We'll call it even for the shots of whiskey.
Colwyn O'Reilly: yes it is duke... we could do that
Colwyn O'Reilly: I'd bring you a whole pizza if I can
Duke: Err..electronics? Like a lightbulb or something?
Duke: I got a couple spare lightbulbs. They ain't easy to come by. Can't you get some from the base?
Randall Breckenridge: yeah, jes need some fried chicken and peach pie. Pizza a bit too fancy for me.
Duke: What's a peach?
Tyran Drenski: radio? wind toy
Tyran Drenski: light bulb would be nice
Tyran Drenski: I won't take your last light bulb..just looking for junk
Randall Breckenridge: A gift from God. Kinda like them mangos round here, omly smaller and sweeter
Duke: Well, I got a couple broken light bulbs. You can have them.
Tyran Drenski: ahh thanks
Duke: I see. Well if you can ever get me a peach, that'd be right nice of ya.
Randall Breckenridge: tyran, we probly have lots o junk in the pile behind the motor pool
He fishes around in the back for a couple minutes, then comes back with a pair of broken lightbulbs.
Randall Breckenridge: aint seen no peaches anywhere near here...
Tyran Drenski: I will look there too
Tyran Drenski: Thanks Duke.
Tyran Drenski looks at the light bulbs inquistively
Colwyn O'Reilly: thanks for the whiskey duke
Duke: So, ya'all need some beer right? I got Budweiser Lager Beer here. Only $3 a bottle.
Colwyn O'Reilly: we will... when we come back with the pizza
Colwyn O'Reilly: I say we recon it and bring as much back as we can
Tyran Drenski: yes beer to go and we will bring you back pizza
Duke: Awesome. Don't forget to get me a piece.
Tyran Drenski: We won't duke
The group heads back. Randall and Colwyn get two pieces of pizza. Tyran gets four. (He gets Withers 2 pieces.) You head back to the bar. Everyone eats pizza, drinks beer, and has a nice afternoon.
Hogpile shows up with "Drenski's special radio" and you listen to a World Series baseball game.
Tyran Drenski gives Duke my two extra pieces
It is one nice way to spend an afternoon....
Duke: Thanks. You guys are the best.
TADM: And everyone levels up tonight!
Colwyn O'Reilly: that's how I like it
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): WOOT!!!!
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): Yea level
John (Randall Breckenridge): yeah
Tyran Drenski: tyran builds a radio using a small carbarator for the shell, wires from a truck, peices of a gun for an antenna, and a speaker from a dead radio. he calls is Little Rambo Radio...LRR
John (Randall Breckenridge): oh my
TADM: Funny.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): oh and the frequentcy dial is a beer cap from the nights drinks...he makes three radios
For the record, it is October 7th, 1965. The Minnesota Twins beat the Los Angeles Dodgers 5-1 in the second game of the World Series.
At least, is it October 7th, 1965 in the states, so it is actually the 8th in Vietnam.
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