Poll

Teams

USA
8 (44.4%)
Britain
1 (5.6%)
Germany
2 (11.1%)
Japan
1 (5.6%)
Soviet Russia
6 (33.3%)

Total Members Voted: 18

Author Topic: WWII Game  (Read 2650 times)

"Uh, the same thing that's been happening for weeks. Have you been drunk? Just watch the door and tend to his wounds," I tilt my head at Pavel, "No fascist will get past Vasilli's scope!"

"I have not been drunk... so yes, I did notice what's going on. How else would I be shot up? Besides, whose dog tags are those?"

"Ivan's... I'd really rather not talk about it. What rank are you comrade?" I lift up my sleeve to reveal my First Captain patch.

I slide mine up to reveal a Warrant Officer patch.
"Looks like you're in command now. Everyone else is below you."

Team: United States
Name: Luigi Bianco
Health: 87
Load-out: United Defense M42 Submachine Gun; Mark 1 Trench Knife
Location: Rome, Italy
Expertise: Driving, Grenade Throwing, and Repairs.


"S'up, Moose?" I said, knowing his minutes were numbered.
"Cazzo voi!", he responded. I had little knowing of Italian, but what I did know was that his guards were dead and he was sitting at his lonely desk, scared in the middle of a war. Then he exclaimed "Cazzo voi! Cazzo voi! Cazzo voi!" and I shot him between the eyes.