Board Thread:Forum Games/@comment-30517583-20180202102714/@comment-30517583-20180206102428

Karen.celedestin wrote: I choose eight people (Steve, Joe, Mike, Bob, Shane, David, Aaron, and Chris). They're each equipped with milkshakes, with the only person with a weapon being me (Barrett .50 Cal).

If anyone dies, please don't let it be Steve. He loves vanilla milkshakes, and if he dies, he doesn't get to drink any more of them. Same goes for Aaron, except it's because he has a wife and six dogs.

Quite a few eyebrows are raised in GHQ as you file onto the UH-60 (Yes, feinapfel, it's your favorite choppa) with your crew of shocked and disbelieving civilians plucked from the town near GHQ, with milkshakes thrust into their hands.

The pilot climbs to about 10000 feet and gets you to do a para-drop.

(The last flying object to get close to the brute, a news helicopter, was shot down as soon as it was in range.)

Now, your poor, poor civilian crew has never been this high and been ordered to jump out and trust a flimsly bit of material stuck into a backpack that may or may not open, but they try their best, attempting to follow the five-minute crash course into para-drops as best as they can.

End result of para-drop:

Aaron and Chris are decided to be unfit for combat due to wedgies caused by inproper use of equipment.

All but two milkshakes (belonging to Shane and Steve) are rendered KIA.

Close parenthesis.

You find yourself on a high-rise building, with a clear view of the brute after your para-drop - perfect for sniping.

But where the hell is your squad?

You see one writhing figure on the ground (Chris, suffering from severe wedgies), but no other parachutes.

What do you do?

- Take potshots at the brute (Decreased accuracy)

- Set up to begin sniping (Extra Accuracy)

- Regroup to begin eradication of the brute.