VODKA OCELOT - A Tank RP set in the same universe as ABS FIESTA!

[Steele]

I gingerly rotate the turret to scan the treeline for enemies, careful not to make sudden movements, minding the tank desant infantry. A few small arms rounds hit the front of the tank, but before I could react the MG 42 gunner above dispatches the source of the gunfire.


Since we're on the subject, how big of a role is podtech and sci-fi going to play in this RP's narrative? Can we expect to see some crazy Wolfenstein stuff from the big axis countries?

Yes but you won't see it en masse
If you're really unlucky you'll only see it maybe 3 or 4 times, and only on certain individual units.

[Ad Bot]

[Mr. Hurricane]

"Driver, hold us here," I say.

I step out of my seat and open the side hatch.

"Infantry, disembark!"

I hear sergeants and officers echo the order. They go into the tree line and begin clearing it out. A few moments pass by.

"Follow them slowly, I want no surprises!"

The woods ahead consist of little underbrush with trees just spaced largely enought to move tanks through. It is about 400 yards thick. At the other end there is a shallow negative grade slope.

[Deoxys And One Noob]

Character Name: Edward Borkenstien
Character Age (18-50): 32
Crew Role (Driver, Gunner/Loader, Radio Operator, Commander): Commander of Tank C, I guess? (No open slots on either tanks, after all.)
Personality: ???. Some say he's delusional. Some say he's mysterious. And some have nothing to say at all.
Nickname: Question Mark
Backstory: The great-grandfather of ace Karl Borkenstien, he is a very delusional and unintelligible man at times. Some other times, he is perfectly calm. Legends among his crew say that he was born in the streets, his mother dying almost immediately after birth. Others say he was born on Friday the 13th, in a cursed hospital. One thing is for certain: he was locked up in prison at the age of 12 for murder. While he was in prison, he became delusional. Mysterious. Unpredictable.  One day, he got out of prison, and he then went on a murder spree. He was locked up for life. Until, one day, the military officer came by the jail looking for recruits. Promised freedom from jail and going free after the war, Edward immediately signed up. Now, he is fighting the Porlaq military.

About time I came back.

[Steele]

I step on the brake, and the tank lurches and groans as it stops.

[mlockha]

i don't think they'll give an insane man that was just locked up in prison command of a tank

[Steele]

i don't think they'll give an insane man that was just locked up in prison command of a tank

Yeah
Try not insane before you ask for tank commander

[Deoxys And One Noob]

Yeah
Try not insane before you ask for tank commander

He's actually not that insane. He's just see's thing a little bit... different.

[mlockha]

He's actually not that insane. He's just see's thing a little bit... different.

okay, well delusional and unintelligible people don't get commander spots, especially after going on killing sprees

[Deoxys And One Noob]

okay, well delusional and unintelligible people don't get commander spots, especially after going on killing sprees

Alright. But see, what can I be then? It's not like there's an open spot on Tank A or B.

[mlockha]

Alright. But see, what can I be then? It's not like there's an open spot on Tank A or B.

a lower position in tank C? or change your backstory?

[Deoxys And One Noob]

a lower position in tank C? or change your backstory?

Good idea. I'll be the radioman... creep the enemy out.

Screw it, I could be an propaganda person designed to creep out Porlaq and make them not stronk.

[Comatose]

Yay, stuffty fan art.

[Gojira]

nice

[Mr. Hurricane]

I pull the side hatch shut and lock it. Our tank rolls forward slowly. I watch through the cupola, scanning for even a single anomaly.

A shell explodes about two hundred meters away. A few seconds later, a follow up lands about one hundred meters left. It doesn't seem like the Porlaq were too happy. Perhaps they have engaged some type of final protective fire.

[Swat 3]

I shoot a not-so-hidden artillery encampment that is shooting at Alpha tank with a HE round. Everyone at that encampment, the those surrounding it, are either a) blown up or c) killed with shrapnel from the artillery/its detonated rounds.