Board Thread:Forum Games/@comment-30517583-20180202102714/@comment-30517583-20180219112113

Karen.celedestin wrote: continue

i know the milkshake mafia will pull through The brute's arm seperates from the body.

Before the whole brute explodes into tiny ribbons of electrified flesh. Such is the power of 'illegal' HE rounds.

You've got your serrated-edged knife preshed against your throat, ready to end your suffering....

Just as you hear the sound of the A10 flying overhead.

Circling around the area like a glorious bird-of prey, the A10 swoops in again and strafes the remains of the brute's body.

This time, the A10 is close enough for you to hear the BRRRRRRRRRRRRT of the GAU-18 (Whatever's left your ears, at least), and whatever is left of the brute is blown into oblivion.

At this, the A10 swoops off to whatever secret air base it came from, and leaves you where you stand, ear bleeding out, shrouded in dust and shoulder absolutely ****ed up.

You can bet that whenever there's a victory, the higher ups will always be in at the end.

Barely 5 minutes later, a Chinook drops in, decides not to land, and the AF Pararescue soldier heaves out a crate that lands a few metres away from you, marked with Red Cross insignia and stamped with Air Force Logos.

The Chinook rises and flies away, leaving you to apply dressing to yourself with your LEFT HAND, APPLY A CAST TO YOUR WHOLE RIGHT TORSO WITH YOUR LEFT HAND, WITHOUT ANY PHYSICAL SUPPORT.

So much for the Air Force.

You manage to plug up your ears, but the right shoulder? You can't even touch it without collapsing from the pain.

It takes a whole hour before the Relief Force gets their shit together and sends an appropriate force to attend to you, in the form of the Chinook that had just dismissed you, now with a different AF Pararescuee.

This time they bothered to bring down a stretcher, come down and help you into it, apply morphine and apply a basic cast on site, and winch you up into the hold.

As you are safely stowed into the hold of the Chinook, a familiar sight greets you.

"Hullo there, Dear Seargent."

The Brigadier smiles at you.

It's a distinctively Shark-like grin, without mirth, and without warmth.

Ending Reached: Independant thought.

''You decided to ignore HQ's demands. I dunno what will happen if you survive, but it ain't gonna be good...''

Score:

Civilian Deaths: 320 (You took quite some time getting there....)

Police Losses: 32

Special Police Losses: 12

Military Losses: 0

Squad Losses: 8 (2 Hospitalized from wedgies, 6 desertions)

Zombies Killed: 0

Special Zombies Killed: 0

Brutes Killed: 1

- Brute Subjugated with acceptable Losses.

Ending:

The Brigadier looked pissed.

You refused to pick up, and even threw away the radio.

HQ was watching all the time...

''As you were trained by the Brigidier himself, the fact that his favorite student defied him made him an overnight celebrity... In a bad way.''

Your name has also become a joke....

Rumor has it that your squad deserted and ran away, and you failed in your mission and had to be bailed out by the Air Force.

Disgraced and Golden Reputation tarnished, you are banished to the very corners of the world for administrative work (Your shoulder wound renders you unfit for combat).

As for the remains of the Brute, they would be collected and would disappear, suspended in preservative formula in some isolated island bunker.

''As for your squad? They've disappeared for all eternity.''

According to the news headline, they were among the casualty list, despite having never died.

But, the truth is never so simple.

''Spirited away to some research facility for the government as deserters.... They would become part of the later on SANI virus.....''

Overall Rank: Meh squad.