>>2163822
>[2] Get down and dirty and get through as fast as you can

>>2163822
>[1] Crawl, try to keep yourself as far off the ground as you can

>>2163826
>>2163857
Going to give it another 5 for a tie breaker before rolling.

>>2163822
>[2] Get down and dirty and get through as fast as you can
[2] Get down and dirty and get through as fast as you can

>>2163826
>>2163938
Updating! Going to be a second as I need to grab my pizza first

>>2163822
[2] Get down and dirty and get through as fast as you can

>>2163986
>>2163938
>>2163826
>>2163857
You move forward underneath the barbed wire that tears and catches at your uniform. The smell that made your eyes water from above invades your senses as you drag your face through the shifting mass of millions of maggots, flies and viscera. The mud underneath threatens to suck you in with each movement forward. You’re tempted to pull yourself up, and keep close to the wire as you spit wipe fly spawn from your face for the third time but the sound of sudden gunfire whizzing above your head makes a convincing argument not to.

You crawl and crawl through what seems like an endless hell, feeling your hair moving and shifting with the creatures stuck inside it, the cold sticky slop forcing its way down your uniform with every inch you drag yourself. You focus on a happier time, the outline of Ivara atop you, silohouted against the night sky but try as you might the writing mass that covers you begs to be the center of your attention.

You pull yourself free of the pit at the other end, frantically moving about to clear your hair and uniform. You smell of rotted death, and wish for the water you passed previously. Cold, dirty, and still covered in the small writhing creatures you push forward to the next section of the course.

An officer stands next to a table, packs with various pieces of equipment stuffed inside and tied on to whatever open space on the out. The man hefts one of them towards you.

“Keep it on or you’ll find yourself harshly disciplined. You’ve got 10 minutes to cover the mile of trail ahead of you. Best not dawdle, your time started when you walked up to the table.” The officer chuckles as he looks to the watch in his hands.

You start off down the path, your lungs burning with every inhalation. Your nose is clogged with the fetid mud and you still feel your hair move of its own accord. As your feet pound the path, their steady beat your only company, you spot a grove of soft moss.

You:

[1] Are so damn tired, just a moment to sit is all you need

[2] Notice that the maggots still crawl against your skin, they keep crawling and shifting and moving along your body. You can’t ignore it

[3] What was that movement across the trail

[4] Focus, keep going. Keep your pace and make it

>>2164000
>[2] Notice that the maggots still crawl against your skin, they keep crawling and shifting and moving along your body. You can’t ignore it

>>2164000
[3] What was that movement across the trail
we got an excuse to stop and catch a breather watching our surroundings.

>>2164000
>[4] Focus, keep going. Keep your pace and make it

>>2164000
>[2] Notice that the maggots still crawl against your skin, they keep crawling and shifting and moving along your body. You can’t ignore it

>>2164042
>>2164060
We panic mode now

>>2164000
[2] Notice that the maggots still crawl against your skin, they keep crawling and shifting and moving along your body. You can’t ignore it

this desu, doing a soaking wet mile jog with bugs inside the uniform sounds awful.

>>2164042
>>2164060
>>2164075
They keep moving and moving and writhing and you feel them constantly. They move and crawl and writhe on your skin it’s driving you insane insane insane insane. You drop the pack, tearing off your uniform and throwing it on the ground. You watch as maggots spill out from it, crawling on the fabric, writhing and turning. You’re filled with rage, grasping the jacket between your hands and hitting against the tree with a thwap. Over and over, you watch as maggots fall to the moss and crawl about.

You feel them in your hair, and you yell in rage as you ruffle it violently. You catch them between your fingers and crush them, or toss them to the earth. You repeat the actions you did previously with your trousers, panting heavily as you finish cleaning as much as you can. Staring at your uniform in the moss you:

[1] Put it back on, continue your jog

[2] Leave it, they might still be in it

[3] Put it on and sprint. Make up for lost time

>>2164127
>[1] Put it back on, continue your jog

>>2164127
[3] Put it on and sprint. Make up for lost time

>>2164127
>[3] Put it on and sprint. Make up for lost time

>>2164127
[1] Put it back on, continue your jog

Doesn't sound like we're in a condition to be sprinting, just do a slightly faster but steady pace.

>>2164127

[1] Put it back on, continue your jog
make sure to account for all our stuff.

>>2164145
>>2164170
Updating for this

>>2164189
Sorry anon, your vote came in too late!

>>2164127
>[3] Put it on and sprint. Make up for lost time

>>2164196
should put a cutoff post in the future.

>>2164227
You're right, my apologies anon it slipped my mind. I'll do so for each update now.

>>2164145
>>2164170
As much as you wish not to, you pull your uniform back on. The stench of blood and mud hits you again, and once more you are embraced by the cold wool. Slipping the pack back over your shoulders you begin to run rather than jog. The passage of time is lost you, you don’t know if that took you but a minute to do or five.

Each inhalation tears at your throat, as if the very flesh was being stripped away with every breath. Your socks flop inside your boots, squashing unpleasantly each time you put weight on them. The scenery means nothing to you, your eyes looking only forward as you struggle to finish this section of the course.

You round a bend, ahead of you is the familiar shape of a trenchline. An instructor stands near it, a rifle in his hand.

“You barely made it 6174, did you stop to stare at the wood nymphs? Can you not even run a mile? Pathetic.”

As you reach the breastworks of the trench, uncaring of what the officer said you find the rifle he was holding shoved into your hands, along with a loaded en-bloc.

“All nine rounds on target. You repeat it until you accomplish, 20 push ups for each clip you waste.”

You settle yourself against the wall of the trench, looking down range to the target 100 meters away. In your hands is the EG 37 you had used just a day ago, but it seems the cold and exhaustion has gotten to you.

You:

[1] Pull hard on the trigger

[2] Pull back on the locking mechanism

[3] Disengage the safety

[4] Push the en-bloc in

[5] Squeeze the trigger slowly

[6] Release the bolt catch and close the mechanism

Put the correct actions in the sequence they need to go in

>>2164256
Well shit, don't even ask me guy's, drunk as a drunk skunk. Luck.

Going to wait five for a vote, before updating based on inaction.

>>2164256
Taking a shot in the dark here
(Starting from left to right)
[4] [6] [3] [5]

>>2164315
Despite missing the [2] at the start I'll give it to you anon for the attempt. Well done.

>>2164322
You fumble slightly with the locking mechanism, your fingers too cold to want to work properly. After a moment the toggle lock pulls backwards. Your fingers refuse to lock right on the en-bloc but you manage to force it in with your palm. Pulling back on the toggle lock you hear the familiar sound of a round chambering as it snaps closed. Pushing forward the safety with the back of your index finger, you settle behind the weapon and gently squeeze the trigger.

The shot rings out and finds its home on the target. The rifle pushes into your shoulder, the bolt making the familiar KA-CHUNK as it cycles back and forth. Crack KA-CHUNK. Crack KA-CHUNK. You find yourself comfortable behind the rifle despite the exhaustion that eats at you from the inside, and the cold that leeches any energy you had away.

The locking mechanism snaps back for the ninth time, thin wisps of smoke trailing into the air from both ends of the barrel. Setting the rifle against the breastworks you lean back. Looking over your shoulder at the officer, you find a expression best described as a mixture of approval and surprise.

“Well...I had heard you were good with a rifle 6174, but I didn’t think you would qualify marksman during the endurance course. Make your way to the exit down the path. Well done soldier.”

You stand, hefting the pack over your shoulder and walking slowly, allowing yourself to enjoy the slow pace. Ahead of you, a shape flits across the path from one side of the woods to the other.

You:

[1] Follow it

[2] Continue walking

>>2164369
[2] Continue walking

Even if it is something, we are filthy and exhausted.

>>2164369
[2] Continue walking
Fuck messing with that spoopy stuuff right now.

>>2164369
>[2] Continue walking

>>2164388
>>2164395
>>2164396
Voting closed! You guys have a good self preservation instinct

>>2164388
>>2164395
>>2164396
You continue forward, trying your best to ignore the sounds of music and singing to your left where the thing had crossed. You feel compelled to follow it, but the exhaustion that eats at you and the rising fear makes you keep your course. You continue moving, the sounds fading in the distance behind you.

Ahead of you, the clearing where you began your day meets your eyes. Those who have yet to run the course still stand, their lines far shorter than when you began. Gerard still stands atop the trenches, a cigarette in his mouth burning down to the end. He flicks it forward into the mud, finding its place amongst the others that had been smoked the same. As if feeling your approach, Gerard turns to look at you. He nods once, before turning back and yelling for the next recruit to begin.

You:

[1] Tell him about the singing and movement

[2] Keep walking, your barracks call to you

>>2164429
>[1] Tell him about the singing and movement

>>2164429
[1] Tell him about the singing and movement

>>2164435

>>2164429

[1] Tell him about the singing and movement

Voting closed. Updating for
>>2164435
>>2164436
>>2164459

>>2164435
>>2164436
>>2164459
You stop and turn, walking towards Gerard. Gerard looks at you, surprised.

“Something to say boy? You should be going to your barracks. Not trying to win more points with me.” Gerard pulls another cigarette from his breast pocket, lighting it with a match.

“Sir, there’s something in the trees. Singing and moving across the path.”

Gerard cocks and eyebrow at you, looking you up and down.

“Are you sure the course didn’t take its toll on you boy? Such things aren’t to be joked of.”

You repeat yourself, trying your best to stand at attention.

“Wood Nymphs likely. A couple hundred years ago they might have been a nice sight, a bunch of pretty little women flitting through flowers and dancing. Now however, they’ve come to hate us. They’ll try to strip the flesh right off you. We’ll send a flammenwerfer through the woods again.” Gerard begins to smile.

“Unless you’d like to do it yourself 6174.”

You:

[1] Accept, burn the monstrous filth

[2] Burning forest spirits doesn’t sit well with you. Decline and go back to the barracks to rest.

>>2164493
[2] Burning forest spirits doesn’t sit well with you. Decline and go back to the barracks to rest.
Maybe watch the guy doing it to learn.

>>2164493
>[2] Burning forest spirits doesn’t sit well with you. Decline and go back to the barracks to rest.
Yea. Nah, if we aren't getting paid for it then fuck that.

>>2164501
Sleep sounds better to me than unpaid bullshit.

>>2164511
I want to ask the flamewerfer guy how to werf flames, and what nymphs are.

>>2164524
Sleep is superior to that. Can't put bullets into assholes if we don't get sleep. Our purpose is to put bullets into assholes.

>>2164532
but what if the assholes let the bullets pass through no problem? What if the assholes are too lose to catch a fast and hard spinning german spitzer

Voting is now closed, going to go with just [2] without any additions as they couldn't be agreed on. Good to see discussion though. Updating!

>>2164539
Then you knife em. Nothing is more trusty than a knife. Fuck fire, fuck bullets. A knife to the heart, throat or eyes...good times. Real talk though, now is not the time to talk theory. We did the "terrible training course" time for rest. The real shit starts tomorrow I bet.

>>2164501
>>2164507

You shake your head, struggling to keep your eyes open as sleep tries to claim you.

“Well, suit yourself 6174. Get your uniform cleaned and get a little bit of rest. You’ll be needing all the shut eye you can get for the next two weeks.”

You nod, shifting the weight of the pack on your shoulders and moving through the mud towards the barracks you had changed in earlier. You struggle not to drag your feet, trying to ignore the smell that follows with you.

You find yourself alone in the barracks, the others who had been beating and being beat having done the course same as you. You struggle to pull the uniform off you, and as you do you try to remember if you had taken the watch you found on the course with you.

Did you?

[1] Yes

[2] No

>>2164562
[2] No

Otherwise it'll be all smashed up from us taking our uniform off.

>>2164562
>[1] Yes
What could go wrong?

>>2164562
[1] Yes
We didn't take it with us onto the field, it was in our pack.

>>2164579
That wouldn't work as the pack was given to everyone in the field by officers.

>>2164583
we kept it next to our trouser snake then.

>>2164598
That still wouldn't make much sense. It was in our pocket if we had it. Care to change before the votes close or keep it a yes?

>>2164604
It's just a watch anons. I'd have it on me, it could be lucky!

Going to give it a few to see if anon >>2164579
changes or more come in.

>>2164571
>>2164579
Going to go with yes for taking the watch. Updating!

>>2164632
Okay.

>>2164571
>>2164579
You stuff your hand into your right pocket and find nothing, then checking the left. You close your hand around the golden watch, lifting it from your pocket and steadying it in front of you. The cover has been dented inwards, and the latch refuses to open. You pry at it and pull, and eventually it opens with a puff of powdered glass. The watch face is shattered, the machinery behind it having stopped its random movement.

You feel cold, colder than your uniform had made you. As if the very fingers of winter wrapped around your heart and clenched tight. Your breath puffs into the air. Your vision swims briefly as a sense of vertigo overcomes you. Struggling to stay standing you reach for the cot to your left, falling into it. As you stare at the ceiling, you watch a white clad figure move slowly from the dark corner of the room.

It’s fingers stretch forward farther than a humans should, digging the blackened nails into the wood of the ceiling. Each movement brought a wet squelch from the creature, the shredded tatters of a dress moving as if frozen in a time all their own, unaffected by physics. Its hair moved similarly, obscuring the face you were sure was looking at you.

Your limbs won’t move, and you feel comfortable in this knowledge. Wait no.. you don’t. You want to scream and move and lay there still and let it happen. From the depths of your mind you hear a keening wail begin to take hold around your brain, comforting in the violence it heralds for you. Your wish to experience whatever horrors the creature has for you end as the door to the barracks fly open.

You blink, feeling control return to yourself. At the door is the boy you watched get beaten earlier, who you realize must share the bunk room with you.

“Oh, didn’t know anyone made it back yet. I was hoping I had a chance to be alone. Was I interrupting anything?”

You say:

[1] Yes, tell him what you saw

[2] No, keep it to yourself and introduce yourself

>>2164658
> No, keep it to yourself and introduce yourself
The heck is going on

>>2164658
[2] No, keep it to yourself and introduce yourself

>>2164667
>>2164677
Voting closed, updating!

>>2164667
>>2164677

You try to push what had just happened from your mind, standing on weak legs. You are about to offer your filthy hand, and are met with a likewise filthy handshake from the boy in front of you.

“Dietrich Otto Jäger, Soldat 6174.”

The boy looks at you with an expression of indifference.

“7372, just call me seven.”

He holds the handshake longer than most would and you begin to feel uncomfortable.

“So Dietrich, enjoy the show earlier?” He says this without any venom, as if just tired talking about it.

How do you respond?

>>2164693
What was the reason for the show?

>>2164702
Ah sorry I thought I had made it clear but I was worried I didn't. This is the boy who was on the ground being kicked last session when we entered the barracks.

>>2164693
Shrug and say, "better you than me."

>>2164693
>I'd rather not be involved in whatever that is.

>>2164710
>>2164718
Going to combine the two. Updating!

>>2164704
What? I know that, I'm asking the kid why was he getting his ass kick?

>>2164732
Ah, sorry anon, quite tired from work. It's unknown to us right now.

>>2164732
We don't know yet, maybe we should ask

>>2164737
>>2164736
Thats why I'm asking?

He says did we enjoy the show earlier, referencing his ass kicking we saw.

We respond "What was the reason for the show?"

Its using a a bit of the humor he used when he referred to his beating as a show.
We are asking him what was the reason for his beating, that he referred to as a show.

Am I doing this wrong?

>>2164749
Ahhh I understand now anon, I didn't realize that was a response. Apologies!

>>2164749
LOL
Yea, sorry about that, I got confused. I understand now, you want our character to ask him
>What was the reason for the show

>>2164749
No.
Use meme text or qoutes is my only suggestion.

>>2164750
Perhaps I don't understand German humor and quirkiness as I thought. I think thats how a German would say it if they were trying to be witty and humoring the other person.

>>2164702
>>2164710
>>2164718

You shrug. “Better you than me.”

Seven blinks at how candid you are.


“I...I see.”

You feel uncomfortable, wondering if your response is you or your exhaustion talking.

“Look I...sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. I’d just rather not be involved.”

Seven nods, a bit more understanding.

“I take it so you don’t have to eh? Fair enough Dietrich. I didn’t expect much more.”

You stand before each other awkwardly, feeling the weight of your still soaked uniform.

“So, why were they doing that anyways?”

Seven seems to be surprised you would ask, shifting from one foot to the other.

“I took one of the few field officer spots allocated to our class, due to my score being a bit higher than his. As I’m not an officer yet I can’t really do much about what had happened. It’d look weak.”

You’re surprised that the lanky figure in front of you was able to qualify for field officer. A moment of awkward silence passes before Seven rubs the back of his neck.

“Well, if that’s everything I’d like to change to a clean uniform and get some sleep before my next beating.”

You nod, remembering the state of your own uniform. At the base of your cot is a chest, similar to those at the end of every other cot. Opening it, you find a few changes of uniform. You change, the warmth of clean wool comforting to you. As you settle into your cot for as much shut eye as you can get, the door once more opens. The three from earlier enter, in uniforms similarly dirtied as your previous one was.
“Fuck that officer, if he’d kept that gun on me any longer I’d have killed him. I hear you can get away with it if it looks like an accident.” The lead one states, you recognize him as the one who had been delivering most of the kicks. By the way the other two boys behind him talk and act, it seems he is in charge of their group.

You:

[1] Remain quiet

[2] Interject rudely

[3] Interject in a joking manner

>>2164761
>Remain Quiet
Hear me out
I think we should let Seven, the field officer, solve this problem on his own, show others that he can take care of himself. If the three antagonize us, however, I think we should team up and crush them utterly.

>>2164761
[2] Interject rudely
Is that how you earn a officer commission were you are from? Not through skill or merit but by cowardly stabs in the back?

>>2164761
[1]

>>2164766
He'll probably be dead by then. The are planing on killing him, and don't seem to be joking about it. Seven is clearly looking for allies and people who he may be able to work with to overcome his problem. Its 3 against 1 so the odds are unfairly stacked against him.

>>2164772
>Seven is clearly looking for allies
Maybe not "clearly" I have should have used "seems" as it would fit better.

>>2164772
>>2164766

Sounds like a dick with his two balls compensating for being a bitch in the O course. Now that we know he's their leader we're set to defuse any future situation with one quick strike. If we interject now we risk being identified as a threat to their clique and being targeted.

>>2164772
>>2164774
While he IS looking for allies, he specifically stated that he is not yet an officer, hence there is nothing he can do. Quote, ">As I’m not an officer yet I can’t really do much about what had happened. It’d look weak."
I think the leader was talking about an officer that was on the training course, not Seven.

>>2164776
True, but I want to better get a feel for the type of people they are, and if the empire and army would be better off without them. I'd also like network with the other person who seem to have officer like potential like us.

>>2164777
This.

>>2164777
>I took one of the few field officer spots allocated to our class
Seven is not an officer, he took the role or was assigned one in the field partly due to his higher test scores, the other kids seem to resent him for that, and beat him up. He can't do anything about it at the moment since hes out numbered, and has no authority, and complaining about it to others or an actual offer will make him look weak and unfit to become one.

Fairly certain thats the case, someone correct me if I'm wrong plz.

To clarify, as my writing is slipping as the night carries on, the boy who just walked in was talking about an officer on the course. I'll give 10 to change any votes for this clarification.

>>2164783
You're right, and I think we should leave the situation alone because if Seven can't actually deal with this himself, he doesn't deserve to be an officer, much less our officer.

Is there a difference between field officer and officer, QM?

>>2164761
>>2164785
[1] Remain quiet
Well that changes things.

>“Fuck that officer, if he’d kept that gun on me any longer I’d have killed him.
So that was not referring to Seven?
These boys have a problem with Seven and another officer/training instructor?

>>2164791
Field officer being the equivalent to NCO, rankings for german army being
Sergeant
Vizefeldwebel
Feldwebel
Offizierstellvertreter
Feldwebel-Leutnant

Officer would be referring to commissioned, which starts with Cadet and goes up to Generalfeldmarshall.

>>2164779
I'm completely on board with the betterment of the Empire approach. My experience is when the firing range changes to a two way street people change quickly. These three could turn out to be valua me allies down the road and we run the risk of making enemies of them before we even get to know them.

>>2164791
But what if dealing with it involves evening the odds, ie. getting friends to watch his back?
Bit of a catch-22 there, we won't help if he can't solve this on his own, but hes trying to do that which requires him to find some backup to "solve it on his own".
it means don't bother the instructors with the problem and figure it out on your own without officer help.

As I see it, the vote is to remain quiet. As such I'll be updating based on that.

>>2164796
Okay so don't kill them till we see their true mettle on the battlefield. What if they frag Seven before then?

>>2164801
I think we all want to keep quiet at the moment.

>>2164800
I think I know what you mean. In that case, let's wait for him to approach us, see how capable he is as an officer, that is, as a leader. If he enlists for our help, I don't see why we should help him.

Maybe we should ask him what his plan is, if he has one.

>>2164803
Or that officer. I'm not sure who they want to kill anymore.

>>2164804
Alright, we'll take a wait and see approach or something like that.

You watch through lidded eyes, trying to get a feel for the situation. To your left in the last cot, Seven is beneath the blanket, clearly sleeping or trying to pretend to do so. The boys who entered shut the door behind them, inanely prattling as they change. They toss their dirty uniforms on top of Seven, laughing as they do so. You expect further action from them, perhaps a repeat of earlier but the course seems to have affected everyone the same.

Silence overtakes the barracks, and as you drift off to sleep you hear the faint ticking of the broken watch in your dirty uniform. You fall asleep to the sounds of heavy breathing around you, trying not to stare at the ceiling your eyes had earlier been affixed to.

Your dreams are of gore, and flies dancing to the sweet singing of wood nymphs. Millions of wings beat in tune to the singing. You stand knee deep in the shifting mass of viscera and insects, compelled to move with them. The music pulls at the marrow of your very bones.

You awake to screaming, and the crackle of fire. You rub your eyes, dim red light filtering through your eyelids. Opening them, you find yourself standing before the woods you had ventured through earlier. To your left, Gerard is burning a cigarette, the dim red like an eye that shifts and glows in the night sky.

“I figured you’d be out here. You heard their singing earlier, not unlike them to call for those who do.”

Ahead of you, great gouts of flame lick at the trees hundreds of feet away. The night sky lights up with them, embers trying to reach the stars. You watch as small shapes fly high into the sky, little balls of flame that soon fall back to earth. The screaming continues with each burst of fire.

“They’d have eaten you. To them it’s the right thing to do. Hundreds of years ago, they’d be the kindest things you could meet. Seems man’s progress and the march of time have changed that.” Gerard sucks in again, exhaling into the air already tainted with burning woodland.

“No place left for things like them. Been blown up or burned down already.” Gerard seems almost melancholy as he says this. He looks to you, tossing his cigarette into the mud. Silhouetted by burning woodland, he leans towards you.

“Things seem to happen around you Jäger. You’re an excellent soldier, but a hell of a bad luck charm. Best you find a friend, and keep them close. Last thing that someone like you needs is to be alone.” Gerard clasps a hand on your shoulder, and turns you around, pushing you back to the barracks.

Do you:

[1] Turn around for one last look at the woods

[2] Keep walking

>>2164815
>Turn around for one last look at the woods
Let's remember the fire.
This is the fate of monsters.

>>2164815
[2] Keep walking
Dunno if we are dreaming or not, but If we aren't I want to get some real sleep.

>>2164815
>[1] Turn around for one last look at the woods

>>2164815
[1]

>>2164819
>>2164823
Turn around it is!

>>2164819
>>2164823

You turn, glancing back at the burning trees again. Gerard let’s you surprisingly, and you watch as one of the tallest pines cracks at the base, smashing down into the ground out of view. You see flames continue to fly into the air, the flame troops clearly unsatisfied with their work.

“Will they burn it all down?”

Gerard looks at you, the red light dancing over his face.

“Oh yes, every inch of it. Once the little shits take hold they stay there until they are killed or move on.”

You watch more of the creatures fly high into the sky, burning like a shooting star before falling back to earth.

By now, the entire clearing is lit up, the fire consuming more and more of the woods. You can see as if it were daylight. Gerard turns, walking back down the path.

“Best hurry Jäger, you’ll be needing your sleep.”

You make to leave, but movement catches your eye. A small shape moving from the trees and in your direction. It doesn’t make it far, falling into the mud a few hundred feet away.

You:

[1] Go to it

[2] Leave

>>2164841
>Go to it
Let's kill it ourselves, get our hands bloody

>>2164841
[1] Go to it

>>2164841
>[1] Go to it

>>2164841
Also, do we have a knife on us?

Otherwise ask Gerard if we can borrow his.

>>2164843
>>2164845
>>2164846
Going to it!

>>2164843
>>2164845
>>2164846
You step towards the burning hell in front of you. The mud pulls at your boots, and even this far away you can feel the heat. The light plays across the ground, dancing like the flies in your dreams.

In the mud you see a slight iridescent shimmer. Four wings attached to a tiny body clad in leaves. A few burns cover the back of the creature, and as you watch a face lifts itself weakly from the mud, looking up at you. It’s clearly female, snow white skin dusted with soot and jet black hair. What flowers once adorned it are wilted and dead, missing some of their petals and filled with holes.

“Go ahead human, add to the body count your race is so proud of. Burn me like my sisters.”

The voice that reaches you is small and harsh, ringing in the night air like shattered glass.

You:

[1] Crush it into the mud

[2] Walk away and leave it to die

[3] Pick it up gently, conceal it in your uniform

>>2164867
>[3] Pick it up gently, conceal it in your uniform

>>2164867
>Crush it into the mud
Suffer not the existence of Xenos.

>>2164867
>>2164870
Wait, shit, I'm wrong. There's a reason why those soldiers are exterminating them with fire. I think crushing it into the mud would give it another chance to live, but I feel uncomfortable with just leaving it alone. Chanigng vote to
>Pick it up gently, conceal it in your uniform
so we can dispose of it later.

>>2164869
>>2164877
Same vote with different thought process, interesting. Updating guys!

>>2164867
>>2164869
>>2164870
>snapingfairyhead.webm
cannot find the webm, but surely this won't comeback to hurt us right?

>>2164869
>>2164877
You lift the creature out of the mud, careful not to crush it’s wings or frail form. It thrashes weakly, and you feel pinpricks on your palm as it tries to bite you with whatever energy it has left. You open your breast pocket, gently putting it inside.

You feel it shifting and moving, trying to find the right way up. The flap over your breast pocket opens and the little creature peeks its head out, looking up at you confused.

“Why didn’t you just kill me...leave me to rot in this stinking mud. Or throw me back into the inferno?” The creature talks of all the ways you could have killed it, before simply falling silent and watching the flames with you.

As the inferno reaches its peak, twisting and swirling in the wind, the little thing begins to sing. A song of loss, and pain, and suffering. Punctuated by wails and sobs, you feel as though it was the perfect overture to what would come.

And that's it for the night everyone! Thank you for following along and voting. With your help my document is over 50 pages by now! I'm really happy to see discussion and such in the thread over our actions.

Our next session will take place Friday December 22nd at 9:00PM EST. As always I'll be posting updates on times and sessions here https://twitter.com/LukaLukaLuu

I'll be around for any questions or discussions as per usual before I fall asleep.

>>2164889
Thanks for running
How did you intend for our character to be like? Did our choices match your expectation? Are you trying to tell us something through Gerard, specifically, "Best you find a friend, and keep them close,"?

>>2164889
>>2164892
are there any friendly monsters or magic creatures aside from werewolves?

>>2164892
Originally I expected our character to be much different, but I'm not sure how I would put it. As of now we're an excellent leader that doesn't like to lead or associate with others, that's prone to doing really odd things. I'd say we fit the role of a stressed 15 year old. Surprisingly you guys haven't taken any of my bait other than getting stressed at maggots, cracking our otherwise reserved way of carrying our self.

Maybe I am, best not to give my whole hand away. Things have however been getting a little spooky what with the watch demon.

>>2164895
Yes there are, most of them are in service of some nation or another in some way. Mermaids make good troops at sea.

>>2164897
We lead. But you'd better be up to the task of following.

Stragglers will be left to die.

>>2164904
Not sure I follow anon.

>>2164904
I'm fine with taking on less quality troops, need them for the meat grinder so we don't waste good troops. throw them to the meat grinder and give them the suicidal tasks instead.

>>2164906
As in we will lead our troops ably but we are not a nurturing or teaching leader. Our troops must already be up to the task of following our lead or learn from the fellows. Useless fodder will be rapidly discarded.

>>2164909
I see I see. Spoken like a true commander in WW1.

>>2164897
I agree, I found that we're not really a natural leader. We are definitely capable of it, but only lead if forced into the position. That said,
>>2164909
is correct. We are by no means a kind leader. But I think this is a good thing. To train our men until they collapse so that they are better prepared for war, that is the kind of leader we are.

I just wish we, as Anons, were more ambitious. Hopefully, we're just biding our time and grow out of this quiet phase.

>>2164917
I think everyone is still feeling out the setting. As we aren't really in do or die situations yet, being only in training I believe people are trying to figure things out. Come our first patrol I'm sure it'll change.

>>2164917
We havnt shown a hint of wanting to train men or those beside us though. Didn't even take the time to show our fellows how to use their rifle.

We just beat them into submission to follow our orders like in that last exercise.

>>2164917
We had our chance to be a leader and have a group of lower soldiers behind us, but other anons didn't want that, and went the loner route.

>>2164919
This is accurate.

>>2164919
>>2164922
Maybe that's something we can work on during the next session. Let's try to be a firm, unforgiving, and harsh leader. What we are right now is just an edgy, asocial teen. I know we can mature into something more charismatic, or perhaps brutal.

>>2164919
>>2164922
Anons do have a soft spot for Ivara and little fairies however.

>>2164924
We don't need to be brutal, we can be harsh but fair, and approachable to a degree.

I want the men to speak to us on thing that could impact or affect their fighting effectiveness and combat readiness. Remember trench foot is a thing.

>>2164928
I don't care about fairies, its drama waiting to happen.

>>2164934
Come now anon, surely nothing bad can ever happen in this quest

>>2164932
It is an opportunity to change. Thing is I dont see any military leader in our view who actually sees it that way. All of them seem to have a view that an individual soldier be his own best, to hell with the others.

Oddly, it might be down to the fairy to be the cause for change. Whispering to him to do things another way.

>>2164937
We grew up from the gutter to the barracks, in the past these people would have been the ideal fertile ground for revolution and change, or seeing things differently than the stagnant upper crust of society. The fairy could help but only if it doesn't try to kill us in our sleep or get others in our squad killed.

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>>2163822
I just came here to lament that I won't get to use this.

>>2165123
No Nazis here. No sir.

You might find some closet monarchist but thats about it.

>>2165132
The French were close enough to count.

>>2165368
>>2165132
Uh.. England has monarchs too.

>>2165123
The BAR was in service by 1918, but there are no Nazis.

>>2165875
Is there a place I can read the first issue? I tried googling it, but can't seem to find it. Did you not archive it?

>>2165460
Is zis english land, you limey. /kraut

>>2166090
I'll be honest anon I don't know how to archive. I can give you a viewable copy of my doc however

>>2167030
Actually anon the thread is still up here: >>2142928

>>2167030
God damn it.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/requestqstinterface.html
in the format of
>Title
Name of quest and thread number ie. The Greatest War #1 for the first thread
>Description
A summary of what happened in the thread.
>Tags
At least quest name and QM name. Genre, style and other things you think people who would like your quest would search for.

>>2167059
Thank you anon. Apologies for not knowing how.

First thread now archived!

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>>2167064
What do Sturmtroppen actual do, and what happened to the new world

>>2167246
Sturmtruppen, or storm troopers where the first usage of assault troops. Their purpose was to break trench lines, rushing in with automatics and grenades.

>>2167351
As well as they, their usage of infiltration tactics is still in use today.

>>2167351
You know, I figured the Fae would still be good friends with the Germans. Then again, I didn't see the last thread.

>>2167351
Strosstruppen!
There's a movie you can easily go watch on YouTube, it's called strosstrupp 1917

Finally caught up with the quest and I'm loving it so far.

Question for the QM though, how do Jaegers and Storm troopers compare?

And discussing plans with the other Anons, we should definately keep our eyes on seven right since the terrible three might actually kill him? He seems useless right now but since he's a named character then he'll probably have something important with him. And if he does turn out to be useless we can always throw him to the wolves

>>2167501
Jaeger's as they originally were before and at during WW1 were termed light infantry. Usually they constituted scouts, sharpshooters, runners, and other similar occupations. Had we gone the Jaeger route we'd be doing a lot more sharpshooting and scouting ahead. Where as a Storm trooper will have us being in the thick of it.

>>2167427
First thread can be found here! http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2142928/

>>2167464
I'll try to do that before the session tomorrow anon thanks for the recommendation.

>>2167427
I think it's mostly just because this war is so fucked up that and the fae keep getting screwed over as collateral damage. Not to mention any implication at the start of the war of soldiers trapped on the frontline for months or years surrounded by otherworldy beautiful women. I mean people already eat people on a daily basis and treat women like prize animals so there's bound to be some moral dissonance.

>>2167508
Ahh, I figured they were both elite infantry but I wasn't completely sure how they were different since most of the units I just heard from company of heroes

>>2167513
Even at the mention of that game I have so many memories.

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>>2167508
I saw the mention of "soul lamps" are you using the anime/manga Pumpkin Scissors as inspiration because I think that idea of anti-tank infantry is so kickass

>>2167924
I hadn't heard of pumpkin scissors. In my head I thought of the soul lamps more like Ragnite from Valkyria Chronicles, but with the differences that would come with actual souls. I also agree anti tank infantry is badass, there will be some.

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>>2168010
It's not in the way you think, it's these soldiers that have lamps that make them into sociopaths that can't feel pain and then they walk up to tanks and fire these absolutely gigantic pistols into the view port

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>>2168722
I'd say mindless automatons whose sole purpose is tank destruction is a more apt description

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>>2168756
Yeah,my favorite was the flammenwerfer who couldn't get out of his suit without his skin melting that seems like something that would fit right in in this setting

>>2168824
>>2168756
>>2168722
Definitely going to give this a read when I can.

“Wake the fuck up maggots. War doesn’t wait for you to be well rested. On your fucking feet”

You can’t have slept more much than an hour, the light coming in through the windows still a dull black mottled with the flames of the forest. In fact, you don’t even remember making it back to the barracks.

You roll out of your cot, smelling of smoke and exhaustion. As you pull your jacket on, you feel a weight shift slightly in your breast pocket. The tip of a wing pokes from under the flap, before moving back out of sight. Around you, the rest of the barracks stir slowly. Seven sits up silently, straightening his uniform and standing at the foot of his cot. The boy who seemed to lead the group of the others grumbled, staring at the officer by the door with a cold hatred.

The man at the door scowls.

“Out on the parade ground within two. Miss it by even a heartbeat and you’ll be made an example of.”

A quiet sentence emanates from your breast pocket, loud enough to hear but not loud enough to understand. The officer by the door perks up, having heard it too.

“Did you fucking say something 6174? Why don’t you share it?”

You respond with:

[1] I didn’t say anything, sir

[2] (write-in)

Sorry for the wait everyone! Holidays in retail are suffering

>>2169273
>[2] (write-in)
"Herr! I was just excited to begin training. My apologies for my unsightly outburst!"

Jostle the pocket later when out of sight.

>>2169273
>I can't wait to get to training sir!

>>2169273
I can't wait for the DI to haze everyone because of our eagerness. Let's do it.
>>2169298
>>2169314

>>2169325
If we denied it, more likely the rest would have been subjected to collective punishment. This way we're just likely to be thrust right to the front, ourselves.

>>2169298
>>2169314
>>2169325
Vote closed! Writing.

>>2169341
Oh he already set his mind the moment he stepped in the room he was going to pull something like this. Regardless of our response he's going to single us out as the reason for the next part of training.

>>2169358
True. Either way we're in for it and we need to let the fairy know to keep it down.

>>2169298
>>2169314
>>2169325
“Sir, just stating I was excited to begin training sir! Apologies for such an outburst sir but I can hardly contain my excitement!” You snap a crisp salute, making sure to jostle your breast pocket as you do which silences the snickers with a barely audible “Achhhh”.

The officer stalks towards you slowly, squinting at you so hard you’re afraid his right eye will pop from its socket and strike you down. You wither under his gaze slightly, before staring him down.

“6174, you will proceed to do one hundred push-ups right here. You will then do another hundred for being late for the parade grounds. The officers there will decide your further punishment. As you are so excited for training, I’ll make sure you have your fill today. You aren’t to speak a word for the rest of the day.”

You nod once, not wishing to further your punishment. The others file out of the barracks past you as you drop to the ground beginning your first set of push-ups. The officer watches you intently, counting aloud with you as well as looking at his pocket watch. By the time you finish you are nearly five minutes late, and your arms already burn with the exertion. As you march to the parade ground, the officer behind you screaming at the top of his lungs you glance to the woods which still smolder with embers.

The other boys are lined up in formation, a thousand heads watching your approach. Gerard stands at front of the parade ground atop a wooden platform.

“Finally decided to join us 6174? For someone so excited you sure aren’t on time.”

You remain silent, standing away from the others, the officer behind you boring holes in the back of your head with his gaze.

“Whether by your intention or not you’ve drawn our attention to you, and made our day start late. The rest of the troops will be suffering for your mistake, and you will doubly so. For each exercise they perform you will do it twice. You will not rest today, you will not sleep, and you will not eat. Now get in line.”

You move next to those you share a room with, all but Seven staring at you with hatred. A foot finds itself in your path, and you find yourself sprawled onto the parade ground, bloodying your face.

You:

[1] Stand and silently move to your place

[2] Find who it was

>>2169409
[2] Find who it was
We will give him a late night sock party.

>>2169409
>[1] Stand and silently move to your place

>>2169409
>Stand and silently move to your place
We aren't bitch made. Though, I pray we can survive this.

>>2169409
[1]

>>2169409
>[1] Stand and silently move to your place

>>2169409
[1] Stand and silently move to your place

>>2169409
>[1] Stand and silently move to your place

>>2169422
I say not now. The ones who do this now will do more later.

Then we tear out an eye or something.

>>2169427
>>2169428
>>2169433
>>2169434
>>2169436
Due to the number of votes for this option I'll cut it early and start writing! Nice to see so many people here tonight

>>2169445
I just want to see the persons face, thats all, not make a deal out of it right here and now.

>>2169473
I don't think there's a need for that, we basically know that our entire squad hates us. An

>>2169427
>>2169428
>>2169433
>>2169434
>>2169436
>>2169442
You stand, rubbing the blood from your face. Making sure to not make an expression you move to your place and stand still. From within your breast pocket you feel movement, which is slightly comforting. You were worried the fairy had been hurt in your fall. Your right eye begins to burn, the cut on your forehead dripping into your eye.You wipe it again, blinking away the red film and look up at Gerard.

“Now that everyone is here, we’ll begin. Yesterday’s performance was absolutely pathetic. Do you know why? Because you worked alone, and not as a team. Your brothers around you are what will separate you from dying in a trench alone, and dying on the field of battle as a soldier should.”

Gerard makes to continue, but is cut short by an officer who approaches, looking quite concerned as he struggles to breath. The man leans into Gerard’s left ear, whispering something. Gerard pales slightly before recovering.

His brow creases slightly as he runs a hand overtop his scarred head, before looking out to the crowd.

“A change of plans everybody. There’s no exercise better than on the job training. Sections A through F report to the armory, G-M to the exercise field, and the Sturmtruppen candidates to the officer’s hall. Consider yourself soldiers.”

Gerard turns from the stage, fastening his greatcoat and walking briskly towards the train station. The officers fill his place, shouting orders over one another as the gathered boys begin to move to their designated areas.

You:

[1] Approach an officer, try to figure out what is happening

[2] Move officer’s hall quickly

>>2169496
I can see the logic. Need to nip the bullshit soon or they'll gang up.

>>2169503
[2] We can't talk.

>>2169503
>Move officer’s hall quickly
There's a time and a place, now is neither

>>2169503
>[2] Move officer’s hall quickly

>>2169511
Well then, time to save some arsehole's useless life so that they look at us more differently.

>>2169503
>[2] Move officer’s hall quickly
Either a planned show or an actual attack neither will benefit from us not following orders.

>>2169496
Its good to identify the people who would most likely give us grief than not, and get bully to hell and back not know who they are and always being caught unaware. We don't want to fight everyone.

[2] Move officer’s hall quickly
We can rub a few braincells together to figure out whats up. Rapid training finish, all of us considered soldiers now, giving out weapons...

>>2169515
Lol also this, good catch man.

>>2169503
[2] Move officer’s hall quickly

If we're given instructions to lead squads and they ask if there are any further questions, I suggest we raise our arm and just stay silent until they rescind our command to not talk.

Can't lead if we cant talk.

>>2169529
No sweat, chummer.

>>2169515
>>2169516
>>2169518
>>2169523
>>2169527
>>2169530
Updating!

Sorry for the wait guys I have family over! Still writing

>>2169606
Good luck man.

Sorry for the wait guys, shouldn't happen again.

You move quickly, watching as those around you disperse and move to their designated locations. The three from your barracks move towards the armory. Seven follows you to the officer hall. He doesn’t strike you as a Sturmtruppen field officer, but if what he says is true he clearly has some quality you’ve missed. You find yourself jogging with people you haven’t seen before, or only in passing. There is only twenty of you at best.

“Well done this morning 6174, I always love to start my day with everyone trying to crawl up my ass.” The boy to your left says. His blonde hair is shaggy, swaying in front of his face with each step. The number across his lapel reads 3997.

How do you respond?

>>2169656
[silent shrug]

>>2169656
By doing what we were told and remaining silent

>>2169656
Give him a quick salute just to fuck with him

>>2169656
>Shrug and give a thumbs up

This fucking fae with us is gonna die.

>>2169656
Point to an officer and make a motion with our pointing finger and thumb across our mouth.

>>2169679
I was hoping she'd get messed up when we went though brutal training so she suffers with us. That'll tech her.

>>2169684
Teach her what?

>>2169690
Yes.

>>2169665
Supporting.
Stare at him first though

Seriously though what the hell are we going to do with the Fae and why did we even take them in the first place?

Writing for the shrug!

>>2169690
For get in in trouble, then laughing at us.

>>2169706
You tell me, I wanted to snap her head.

>>2169729
Might be useful as a scout but we're risking soo much keeping them. It kind of seems slightly out of character but like seven I reserve my judgment on tossing her away depending on how useful they make themselves.

>>2169729
It most likely never had to wake up so early on before, So that was our fault. As for laughing at us, I'd fucking laugh too.

>>2169706
The Fae should be useful at some point.

>>2169752
>So that was our fault
How?
>I'd fucking laugh too.
Why?

>>2169760
>It most likely never had to wake up so early on before

We gave no warning and It most likely never had interacts before.

>>2169752
Yeah you can't really say much to support the Fae right now especially since they would have probably dicked us over if we went out to the forest and we're sticking our neck out for her. Start defending them IF they actually do anything useful

>>2169707
You stare at him before shrugging silently. He laughs under his breath before looking forward towards the approaching building. Outside it stands the officer who had woke you, looking at you with a hint of a smile.

“All of you inside, and quickly. I don’t expect any smart remarks from anyone either.”

The officer ushers you in, standing by the door a few moments, waiting for anyone else to approach. Satisfied that the last of you are in, he closes the entrance to the officer hall. Rows of weapons you haven’t seen before line the wall, and by the way they’ve been haphazardly strewn about you can tell they were placed very recently.

“Uniforms are on the table. As we weren’t expecting your graduation for another few weeks there are no names on them. Pin your number to them for now.”

The officer looks at the group expectantly, and seeing the inaction reacts accordingly.

“Move! You call yourselves Sturmtruppen? You don’t storm the lines by standing slack jawed!”

You and the others move towards the tables, changing quickly. The loose wool uniforms you had on traded for a well fitted, patterned uniform. The threads are a mixture of black and gray providing it a mottled hazy look. You hook your fingers under the steel helmet, setting it on your head and fastening the straps. The weight is unfamiliar but you soon forget you even have it on.

“Congratulations, you can change your clothes. Now pick a weapon. Parity of ammunition should be considered but is not a priority. Right now we just need you in the field.”

Which weapon do you choose?

[1] The familiar EG-37. A 9.8mm toggle lock semi automatic, it is the standard issue weapon of the German Empire. Finding ammunition shouldn’t be difficult, though you can imagine its length to be rather unwieldy in a trench.

[2] One of the rather bulky weapons sitting inside the case on the farthest table. They look to be some sort of rotary magazine fed shotgun. The bore is massive, and the vented shroud looks menacing. The shells seem like they would take up some space though.

[3] The box closest to you has an interesting looking rifle. A magazine juts out from the right side, concealing what look to be the same rounds as the EG-37. Shouldering it feels good, the metal and wood construction feeling weighty in your hands. You notice an odd switch on the side that moves 180 degrees.

>>2169774
They wouldn't have dicked us over they would have fucking flayed us.

>>2169782
>[1] The familiar EG-37. A 9.8mm toggle lock semi automatic, it is the standard issue weapon of the German Empire. Finding ammunition shouldn’t be difficult, though you can imagine its length to be rather unwieldy in a trench.

>>2169782
>[3] The box closest to you has an interesting looking rifle. A magazine juts out from the right side, concealing what look to be the same rounds as the EG-37. Shouldering it feels good, the metal and wood construction feeling weighty in your hands. You notice an odd switch on the side that moves 180 degrees.

>>2169782
>[1] The familiar EG-37. A 9.8mm toggle lock semi automatic, it is the standard issue weapon of the German Empire. Finding ammunition shouldn’t be difficult, though you can imagine its length to be rather unwieldy in a trench.

>>2169782
>[3] The box closest to you has an interesting looking rifle. A magazine juts out from the right side, concealing what look to be the same rounds as the EG-37. Shouldering it feels good, the metal and wood construction feeling weighty in your hands. You notice an odd switch on the side that moves 180 degrees.
Is this supposed to be full auto or something?

>>2169772
Its previous home was next to an obstacle course where recruits had to wake up and train all day every day with live ammunition and shouting officers before it was burned down.

[3] The box closest to you has an interesting looking rifle. A magazine juts out from the right side, concealing what look to be the same rounds as the EG-37. Shouldering it feels good, the metal and wood construction feeling weighty in your hands. You notice an odd switch on the side that moves 180 degrees.

no machine pistols?

>>2169782
>[3] The box closest to you has an interesting looking rifle. A magazine juts out from the right side, concealing what look to be the same rounds as the EG-37. Shouldering it feels good, the metal and wood construction feeling weighty in your hands. You notice an odd switch on the side that moves 180 degrees.
While the street sweeper would be nice an early SMG is pretty damn nice.

>>2169782
>[3] The box closest to you has an interesting looking rifle.

FG-42 here we go

>>2169799
>>2169787
Its a giggle switch.

>>2169782
[3] The box closest to you has an interesting looking rifle. A magazine juts out from the right side, concealing what look to be the same rounds as the EG-37. Shouldering it feels good, the metal and wood construction feeling weighty in your hands. You notice an odd switch on the side that moves 180 degrees.

LET ME PROPERLY POST THIS TIME.

>>2169782
[2] Love me some boomsticks.

>>2169782
>2 shotty time

[3] It is! Rifle here we come

You grab one of the rifles in front of you, noticing a soft cooing noise from your breast pocket. You look down, the fairy inside ogling the weapon in your hand. Softly, soft enough for only you to hear, she speaks.

“Let me touch it. It's so pretty”

You draw the rifle up to your chest in a low ready, a tiny hand rubbing along the receiver before retreating into your pocket. It strikes you, that you don’t even know the name of the creature. You make a note to ask later, when you’re alone and able.

You spend the next moments familiarizing yourself with the rifle. The switch moves between three positions, one of which has a marking for automatic which surprises you. Automatic weapons were rarely given out, the only common ones being emplaced machine guns. You run your hands over the gun, feeling a click under your forefinger and a slight tug brings the magazine loose.

One of the officers from nearby approaches the few of you that have picked up the rifle.

“You’re currently holding the most cutting edge weapon we can field. Years of development have allowed us to produce a select fire weapon, allowing for the accuracy of the EG-37 and the suppressive capabilities of the Super Maxim. Chambered for the same 9.8mm Imperial as the EG-37, we’ve designated it Angriff-KruppGewehr 9.8. AKG98 for short.”

You gather a few of the magazines out of the case, thumbing rounds into them as the officer that had stood by the door moves to a podium at the front of the room.

“Attention all soldiers of Sturmtruppen Unit 559. We’ve received...concerning reports. Intelligence has been picking up murmur of a joint assault, though we didn’t expect it to happen for another few months. Imagine High Commands surprise then when late last night the French and British started a massive assault along the Somme line. That usually wouldn’t be much a problem, had it not been for the American air assault. It seems they’ve dropped units behind our lines, far behind. We can’t spare the men to deal with them while also holding down the trenches.”

The room is silent, each pair of eyes fixed on the officer as what he says begins to sink in.

“As such, every training unit is being deployed in reserve. As Sturmtruppen, you are the best we can offer from our class. You’ll be acting as hunter-killers. Search out these air troops and destroy them. Be aware we’ve had reports of the American’s employing Harpies to assist them.”

Incredulous, you look at those around you who likewise stare in disbelief. You’ve barely finished a day of training and already are to be pushed into combat.

“As the one showing the most aptitude for command, Soldat 7372 is hereby designated Unteroffizer as per his graduation papers. This will be a trial by fire for you all. Come out alive and consider yourselves officially trained. Any questions? You’re all free to speak.”

Too many characters, will post vote options in just a moment.

>>2169905
[1] Remain silent, continue loading your magazines

[2] Express discontent at Seven’s appointment, bring up the barracks and his weakness

[3] Ask a question of the officer (write-in)

>>2169905
>You’re all free to speak

Does that rescind that order to not speak?

>>2169905
[3] Ask a question of the officer (write-in)
What are the responsibility and authorities of 7372? Mostly to gauge how much he can order us around.

>>2169911
Yes

>>2169915
Supporting
Also, estimated amount of enemies, tips on how to engage harpies

>>2169905
I'll back this >>2169915
>>2169920

While we continue to load magazines.

>>2169909
>[3] Ask a question of the officer (write-in)
"Sir, what are harpies and how do you recommend to deal with them?"

>>2169915
>>2169920
Writing for this

>>2169909
>[1] Remain silent, continue loading your magazines
Everything dies to enough boolet.

>>2169915
>>2169920
>>2169924
This are good ideas

Where we not allowed to talk?

>>2169970
"As you are so excited for training, I’ll make sure you have your fill today. You aren’t to speak a word for the rest of the day."

Another reason for you to hate the fairy I'm sure?

>>2169970
when fairy made us obvious to officer

You stand, saluting the officer.

“Sir, what are the responsibilities and authority given to 7372, and how many are we expected to be dealing with?”

The officer nods at you once, before addressing the group.

“In order, 7372 will have authority over you all. His responsibility is to complete the mission while retaining combat effectiveness of the unit. As you are outranked, and he will be acting officer, you are to ask how high when he states jump. A unit lives or dies on its trust in each other and their officer. As for how many enemy troops, an exact number is unknown. At least one full Army. It seems the Americans have put everything into this gamble. If we can repulse this attack we can expect little resistance from them during Reichbrecher. Any further questions?”

You stand again, sliding in a magazine with a satisfying click as you do.

“What is a Harpy and how do we kill them?”

“Full of questions today 6174. At least they’re good ones. A harpy is a demi-human, much like mermaids the British employ at sea. They’re part human, part animal. It seems the Americans picked one that would help support such an attack they’ve carried out. Imagine a human sized fighter plane, that’s about what you’ll be dealing with. Depending on the species they might be incredibly fast and agile. Most likely they’ll be used as scouts. As they’re nothing more than a female with bird wings they’ll die to a well placed round or two.”

Sitting down, you hear whispers from in your breast pocket.

“Watch for the talons, they can rip your arms from the sockets and flay the skin from your bones with ease.”

The image of a massive bird person yanking your arms off your body isn’t a pretty one, and you shudder slightly. The others around you seem content with the information given and ask no questions of their own.

“Right, 7372 will be briefed further. The rest of you finish gearing and head to the waiting trucks outside.”

You have a chance to grab any three items and put them into your pack or on your person:

[1] A khaki load bearing rig for easier storage of magazines

[2] A rather vicious looking shovel

[3] Extra water and rations

[4] One of the weapons you didn’t choose earlier and ammunition for it to be put in your pack

[5] A sidearm (Further choices will be given if it is voted for)

[6] A bag that looks to hold explosives

[7] A dull grey greatcoat, will help conceal you, keep you warm, and look fashionable as hell

[8] A gas mask

>>2169979
>>2169980
........... I'm asking if that condition has changed since we spoke, so either way we may get in trouble afterwards in a damned if you do, damned if you don't situation, or maybe the officer will make an exception for the circumstances.

Will probably punish us just because anyways.

>>2170000
The officer did clear everyone to speak

>>2169995
>Shovel
>Greatcoat
>Rations
Let's do this

>>2169995

[2] A rather vicious looking shovel
[3] Extra water and rations
[6] A bag that looks to hold explosives

Can we look into the bag that is supposedly holding explosives?

>>2169995
>[8] A gas mask
Is the most important

[1] A khaki load bearing rig for easier storage of magazines
These will let us continue laying heavy suppressive and offensive fire

[7] A dull grey greatcoat, will help conceal you, keep you warm, and look fashionable as hell

Or

[5] A sidearm (Further choices will be given if it is voted for)

I dunno.

>>I really want the bag of explosives but we have no training in using them and are likely to be useless against fast moving infantry like the Airborne

>>2169995
>[8] A gas mask
>[1] A khaki load bearing rig for easier storage of magazines
>[7] A dull grey greatcoat, will help conceal you, keep you warm, and look fashionable as hell

Water might actually be a problem if we stay out there for too long but then again we can just start eating Harpies and Americans

>>2170003
Allow me to explain my choices
>Shovel
Always useful to have a multipurpose tool on hand as a soldier. Allows us to dig foxholes and entrench ourselves. Also doubles as a melee weapon, though I don't know how effective that will be, as A. Harpies can gut us with their claws, apparently, and B. The Americans are probably grown men and can overpower us.
>Greatcoat
Protection is always useful. Warmth is also useful. However, camo can allow us to hide from Harpy scouts, though its effectiveness is questionable. If anything, we can snipe them from cover with the Greatcoat.
>Rations
Always good to have extra food. An army fights on its stomach. Can also share it to get brownie points with other people. Clean water is also incredibly hard to come by. Would be trouble if animals or ghouls find us though.

Please offer reasons why I should change my options.

>>2169995
[7] A dull grey greatcoat, will help conceal you, keep you warm, and look fashionable as hell

[8] A gas mask
[2] A rather vicious looking shovel

>>2170030
Makes sense. I will support your proposal.

>>2170030
I'd rather have a gasmask or a load bearing kit over a greycoat, it can get in the way, it will soak up the water and muck, making it heavier, will be in the way if we get the load bearing rig, and can drag us down if we fall into the wrong muddle hole, and drown. We can camo by going Arnold Schwarzenegger in predator.

I agree with the shovel and the ration, we can loot ammo from the dead, and shovel can help us make a silent kill, or help with the harpies which seem melee oriented.

Writing for:
Shovel, Greatcoat, Gas Mask as I count it. Someone please correct if I miscounted

Load Bearing Khaki isn't going to win so I'm changing my Khaki vote to Shovel if it means rations lose.

>>2170035
If what the Fae was saying is correct then going into Melee with the Harpies is a death sentence.

>>2170035
You raise a very good point. The greatcoat does seem like a burden.
Switching Greatcoat to explosives.

>>2170041
Why would we try to then? We want the shovel for its utility and the potential to save us, stop acting so defeatists or you get the bullet for cowardice, swine!

>>2170043
that makes it a tie for others, I'd say if not bag, then go for ammo rig.

>>2170051
Good point. I also just saw
>>2170014
His reasoning for not taking explosives is sensible.
Changing explosives to khaki load.

>>2170038
>>2170043
I'd switch to ammo rig from bomb bag if it means greycoat loses tho lol.

>>2170061
Kay, this is mine>>2170005
I'll keep 2 and 3, changing 6 to ammo rig.

Wew alright recounting give me a moment, someone else make a count to double check me please

>>2170051
I know. I'm not being defeatist just pointing out it's probably better to NOT engage bird ladies with razor sharp class in Melee. I'm also ok with the shovel honestly

>>2170038
dude switch back to ammo rig man, it can win!

I want to point out that if we do take charge and become an officer, we will be able to get a even better trench coat, which I am counting on.

>>2169995
[7] A dull grey greatcoat, will help conceal you, keep you warm, and look fashionable as hell

[8] A gas mask

[2] A rather vicious looking shovel

>>2170068
I was just throwing in some larp there anon, and yes I agree harpie footjob sex is very overrated and horrible.

>>2170068
It isn't, we definitely shouldn't seek to engage Harpies in melee, but it's always good to have something that won't jam or fail on you during a critical situation.
Also, I'm sure that with our primary, we can spray and pray our worries away, and with extra ammo, we shouldn't be too worried about running dry.

>>2170069
Right we could probably get a better coat once we become officers

Changing
>>2170014
to
>[1]
>[8]
>[2]

>>2170075
Again I'm cool with the Shovel it's just that we should use it as a last resort. If we really want to do death or glory charges then we should get proper equipment melee once we rise up