Zombie (Zulu) Dawn Turn 7
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MaD mAx SaM asks for a claymore mine and gets...
...a hand grenade and a ball of string. Oh well..
Trip Wire explosives.
Keg of Venusian Wine, highly explosive alcohol. Set just so for shooting.
Barricaded and prepared all they can do is wait. Blitzen hums a merry little tune. Until she notices she was doing it and then self consciously stops.
The Crying Deadly Spaceman and Reprogrammed Assassin Droid get cosy, rent a DVD and put the kettle on.
Meanwhile, Borstal is not a very happy Maniac...
Borstal smack bad skinny people!
Borstal like hitting. Smash! Smash! Smash! Funny...
Borstal have big fun with new play friends, Weeeeee! Hold on tight.
Borstal like big crashings hahaha! Skinny friends not move no more Borstal bored.
Borstal finds some Maniac Beer with still some left (Infinity TechTM, they hold a lot). Glug! Glug! Glug!
The properties and true worth of Maniac Beer isn't for urinating on Daemons or setting explosions or creating bars with waitresses with crabs, oh no, it's power and proper use is in the regenerative qualities on the physiology of the average Maniac. The hand is replaced and Borstals wounds replenish by one point. Slightly mangled Borstal finds himself a nice hat. Maniacs can't resist cool hats. Well, how else would they know they were Maniacs after all?..
Borstal happily marches off whistling drunkenly an out of tune song.
Mini-Warhead sees the red Baron De'Ath round the corner and breaks cover.
He climbs the gate but no way is this going to be far enough to save him.
MaD mAx SaM asks for a claymore mine and gets...
...a hand grenade and a ball of string. Oh well..
Trip Wire explosives.
Keg of Venusian Wine, highly explosive alcohol. Set just so for shooting.
Barricaded and prepared all they can do is wait. Blitzen hums a merry little tune. Until she notices she was doing it and then self consciously stops.
The Crying Deadly Spaceman and Reprogrammed Assassin Droid get cosy, rent a DVD and put the kettle on.
Meanwhile, Borstal is not a very happy Maniac...
Borstal smack bad skinny people!
Borstal like hitting. Smash! Smash! Smash! Funny...
Borstal have big fun with new play friends, Weeeeee! Hold on tight.
Borstal like big crashings hahaha! Skinny friends not move no more Borstal bored.
Borstal finds some Maniac Beer with still some left (Infinity TechTM, they hold a lot). Glug! Glug! Glug!
The properties and true worth of Maniac Beer isn't for urinating on Daemons or setting explosions or creating bars with waitresses with crabs, oh no, it's power and proper use is in the regenerative qualities on the physiology of the average Maniac. The hand is replaced and Borstals wounds replenish by one point. Slightly mangled Borstal finds himself a nice hat. Maniacs can't resist cool hats. Well, how else would they know they were Maniacs after all?..
Borstal happily marches off whistling drunkenly an out of tune song.
Mini-Warhead sees the red Baron De'Ath round the corner and breaks cover.
He climbs the gate but no way is this going to be far enough to save him.
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Where we're going, we won't need studs.lrdofbricks wrote:warhead, I change my orders. I want everyone to go through that portal and see were it leads.
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Plastik Armory: a bunch of weapons and abilities compatible with the 2010 rules.
THE BRITANNIAN LEAGUE... make that MINI-LEAGUE. There are only three left.
The Irregular runs into the compound weighed down with heavy rifles and a medpac.
Captain Alexandria becomes the embodiment of Britannia herself and makes a rousing speech about "STOP BLUBBING YAH BIG JESSIE." It works a treat and rallies the remaining trooper no end. "Gor bless yah Gov."
Better weapons and ammo is passed around. The Irregular sets to healing anyone still more or less in one peace.
Borstal looks at the man in the hat. He then looks at his clothes and hat. They are same... well obviously close enough for him.
"Hullo Mr!" He said. "R'you me?"
"No." Replies the officer.
"Iz you ah mirror de'n?" Enquired Borstal.
"No, look just get yourself a rifle and lend a hand."
"Uh, Okey-dookey then Mr!" Cheerfully Borstal joins the Britannians.
Success! Welcome back, here have a rifle.
The diligent salt of the Earth worked to death little blighter fetches another Medpac.
Great Engineers and tradesmen the Britannians. Alexandria/Britannia sets to work fixing some protective structures.
What's this Alexandria/Britannia has found? If only they had the launcher...
Well, that's all they can do but wait.
The Irregular runs into the compound weighed down with heavy rifles and a medpac.
Captain Alexandria becomes the embodiment of Britannia herself and makes a rousing speech about "STOP BLUBBING YAH BIG JESSIE." It works a treat and rallies the remaining trooper no end. "Gor bless yah Gov."
Better weapons and ammo is passed around. The Irregular sets to healing anyone still more or less in one peace.
Borstal looks at the man in the hat. He then looks at his clothes and hat. They are same... well obviously close enough for him.
"Hullo Mr!" He said. "R'you me?"
"No." Replies the officer.
"Iz you ah mirror de'n?" Enquired Borstal.
"No, look just get yourself a rifle and lend a hand."
"Uh, Okey-dookey then Mr!" Cheerfully Borstal joins the Britannians.
Success! Welcome back, here have a rifle.
The diligent salt of the Earth worked to death little blighter fetches another Medpac.
Great Engineers and tradesmen the Britannians. Alexandria/Britannia sets to work fixing some protective structures.
What's this Alexandria/Britannia has found? If only they had the launcher...
Well, that's all they can do but wait.
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This is the new required music for this battle.
This is the new required music for this battle.
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THE ASSYRIAN EMPIRE
The Assyrians are ordered to advance. However, the only safe way onto the platform is through a narrow gap so only one or two Troopers can reach the edge of the fallen platform. Being unable to use their numbers to concentrate their firepower while facing a determined and well prepared enemy it is thought perhaps discretion is the better part of valour.
But, it's not a total loss though as they Assyrians, like every other race isn't opposed to some Battlefield looting. One very fine Sniper Rifle, One small one-shot rocket launcher (MkI) and a couple of Grenades. There are more things in the crates but that's all these guys can take out this turn.
Two Medipac's are found too. Medic!..
A few shots are fired as a reminder to keep their heads down.
The NCO's and the Heavy decide to have some target practice using the Peach as the target. Shots fly everywhere until eventually the Peach is hit.
A door opens in the Drop Command Centre and two Assyrian Prototype Mk III Assassin Droids step out.
They quickly assemble their new weapons from the Immortal TechTM Infinity Cases. There's an awful lot of Immortal stuff going around.
They rapidly deploy following their orders.
One wasted Missile and Heavy Recoilless Rifle blast later...
+++Daemons targeted with no effect. Awaiting instruction.+++
The Star Commando's take to the air. They borrow the grenades that were lying unused.
Since they are unable to coordinate a simultaneous attack the Commander orders his men to join up with the Troopers. He drops a grenade on his way past disrupting any reaction fire at his men and taking out two Super Jews.
Seeing the reason for all the confusion he immediately takes charge, until the Captain gets back into the fight.
The distinct ear piercing scream of a jetbike on it's attack run sounds overhead. The Assyrians look to the skies. It's Major Smith!..
He roars in fast...
Target aquired, guns blazing and rocket away!..
It's a hit! Huzzah!
Damn! The Stalker, only wounded has lost it's main weapon and two of it's legs making it unsteady but it's still active.
The Assyrians are ordered to advance. However, the only safe way onto the platform is through a narrow gap so only one or two Troopers can reach the edge of the fallen platform. Being unable to use their numbers to concentrate their firepower while facing a determined and well prepared enemy it is thought perhaps discretion is the better part of valour.
But, it's not a total loss though as they Assyrians, like every other race isn't opposed to some Battlefield looting. One very fine Sniper Rifle, One small one-shot rocket launcher (MkI) and a couple of Grenades. There are more things in the crates but that's all these guys can take out this turn.
Two Medipac's are found too. Medic!..
A few shots are fired as a reminder to keep their heads down.
The NCO's and the Heavy decide to have some target practice using the Peach as the target. Shots fly everywhere until eventually the Peach is hit.
A door opens in the Drop Command Centre and two Assyrian Prototype Mk III Assassin Droids step out.
They quickly assemble their new weapons from the Immortal TechTM Infinity Cases. There's an awful lot of Immortal stuff going around.
They rapidly deploy following their orders.
One wasted Missile and Heavy Recoilless Rifle blast later...
+++Daemons targeted with no effect. Awaiting instruction.+++
The Star Commando's take to the air. They borrow the grenades that were lying unused.
Since they are unable to coordinate a simultaneous attack the Commander orders his men to join up with the Troopers. He drops a grenade on his way past disrupting any reaction fire at his men and taking out two Super Jews.
Seeing the reason for all the confusion he immediately takes charge, until the Captain gets back into the fight.
The distinct ear piercing scream of a jetbike on it's attack run sounds overhead. The Assyrians look to the skies. It's Major Smith!..
He roars in fast...
Target aquired, guns blazing and rocket away!..
It's a hit! Huzzah!
Damn! The Stalker, only wounded has lost it's main weapon and two of it's legs making it unsteady but it's still active.
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