Author Topic: Revolution  (Read 1327 times)

"Hello, you have been drafted to fight for the American Colonies," your home, you remark in your head. It is the year of 1776, and you are the average 17 year old.
"What is your name?" The man scratches his head, waiting for you to answer him.
« Last Edit: February 25, 2014, 08:09:13 PM by Swat 3 »





John Pemberton.
Stew Pidassle
"Johnathon Deckerton, but I lik-"

"Alright, go ahead and line up," the man thumbs to the back door. "God bless you."

You go to the back door, and you see a training ground. A few men are talking together in a group, a few are practicing bayoneting targets.

What do?


You are not armed with guns, but there is a rack of muskets to the side... if you count a sabre as a weapon, then yes. It's old though, your grandfather was a erm, pirate in the Carribean, and it's kind of a family thing now to keep it.
« Last Edit: February 25, 2014, 08:24:37 PM by Swat 3 »


You do so, nodding to the armory guy, but the musket feels unfamiliar in your untrained hands. It doesn't seem to be loaded.

Walk over to that one guy standing there and ask him how to load it.

"How do you load this thing?" You say, holding it awkwardly in your arms.

"First mate, you are not holding it right. 'Ere." The man grabs a musket and shows you how to hold it. "There, now, second... we don't have any ammunition or gunpowder."

Go to the men talking in a group.

Lol was just in General discussion and thought "What is this doing here?"

You ask the man why they don't have any ammunition or gunpowder.

"The Brits have been in the lands between our territory and our... suppliers. Nothing to really do about it, really." You nod, confused on 'why they can't do anything about it, really.'

You walk over to the men in the corner, and you nod as you stand to the side watching a game of checkers.