Sean walks out into the desert...

Here we are at the FFL camp, and Sean has been acting strangely since pulling in. He has asked several of the party members if they have seen a beautiful Egyptian woman watching the camp. Otherwise, he is moodier then his typical weird self. Later, at night, he leaves his gear except the Fairburn, his canteens, and a blanket, and slips out into the night..


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Sorry gang, but, I'm taking a gaming hiatus. I'm also hiding from phone calls :) The biz is going to a definete second priority for me, as finding a paying job is now more important then ever. It's not just that, but I'm beginning to think clearly for the first time in 4 years (NO not that gaming is bad), and I realize that I am exhausted, and realized that I've hit a wall I've hit several times in the last two years, but thought I could bull thru. I'm taking a couple of real days off first, then I'll put my plans together.

I'll keep in touch by email (just realize I'm very slow in returning these!) and I'll keep an eye on the blahg, or B LOG,as I say, as well.

Sneaker has the keys to the place, and I hope y'all continue to post and record the games (and feel free to start threads on different games as well - I intended for this to be a game tool).

Just coz Sean walks out into the desert doesn't mean he's gone forever.

Since we're playing at British soldiers...

I'd like to express my sorrow to the British for their losses today. In research for our game, it shows that the British have always had a knack for dry humor in a tough spot.

In reading thru the political blogs today, I found the following post:

"From Charles' link to the Europhobia blog.

14:05 - I tell you what, if this is an "Islamic" terrorist attack, they're doing a piss-poor job. The pubs are all packed out, people sipping their pints happily, all a tad pissed off, but basically fine with it. Nice one, Al Quaeda - you profess to be from a teetotal religion, and you've given the pub trade a massive mid-week boost. Result.

Ah, true Brit grit and humour on the darkest day for London in some time... G*d bless this little island.


SH!T! On the BBC now Brian Paddick (Met commander) claiming that there is no link between terrorism and Islam "as he understands it". Scary stuff! Time to introduce him to JihadWatch methinks. Idiot. "

From littlegreenfootballs.com

And personally, this is the first time I've said this, but G*d bless the Queen, and G*d bless England.

A bloody pip?

Well theyve off and put a pip on me shoulder boards.

Just temporary they say.

Ive heard thst rot before, comes in second to volunterin.

But weve got a desert full of Wops and Krauts, an nobody to interfere except the Legion. The only frenchmen worth respectin.

Except theyre not french, are they now?

Time to delve into the desert, and see what we scrape up, eh what? Maybe we can scrape the pips off.

Testing of Gamer Quotes Blog

We got a nice comment on BlogExplosion (see our our sidebar)
from gawken.com. It's a computer (console/PC) gaming site. Go check it out!
All they said was nice blogg keep up the good work..

AWOL

Russ is out for this upcoming weekend's game, and I'm going to take the time to work on my biz.

I've got a shoot on monday!!

Alex, I an't forgot the pics, just no time so far; email me, and let me know if you want the Cap's pic replaced with the sniper, or you want them concurrent.

A hint of things to come...?

http://www.lonesentry.com/articles/paraclear/index.html

Just a little background.

And then there was...

http://hometown.aol.co.uk/hayleymo/myhomepage/Malta.html

Cool Site

I got a blurb on the Tagboard last week (hell, maybe before that).

I thot it was porno spam, and ignored it. I'm just too lazy to go in and delete it off the board, heh heh heh.

Anyway, Sneaker checked out the site, and it's a damn good one. I can see myself copying down, err, I mean emulating, a lot of the pretties. I'm going to link them ... now:
http://www.serenadawn.com/

A lot of focus on Sci-Fi gaming, including one of my favorites CP2020, ooh rah!!!
(Hey Russ, wanna be a huuuuman agian, hahahahaha!)

Go check it out.

BTW, don't anybody spam me for porn - unless you cut me in!!!
"Also, I can kill you with spoilers from Serenity"

Oh yeah, I was cussin on the Tagboard, b/c they wouldn't let me cuss :>

When Last we left our Heroes...

Sgt. Jones and Meryl were flying support for the rest of the team.

Captain Milton hurts his ankle on the hump to the next recon zone.

Sgt. Connery thinks to aid in the theft of a horse and buggy by using a dose of morphine on the doctor they belong to, and promptly ends up scalpeled thru the hammy, and getting his head cracked open by a bedpan.

(The Docter fought back after he was attacked "with a morphine serret" & told several times that Sean was here to kill him {2 failed Italian rolls back to back saw to that} When Sean was immoble after the docter slashed the same leg 2x with a scaple, the docter banged him over the head with a bedpan leaving a dent in it the shape of Seans head.) GM

The Doctor, after sewing Sean back up to the amusement of the Unknown Soldier, helps the badly wounded party take the horse and buggy "to the hospital" through Italian lines, and to the extraction point. Unfortunetly, the horse doesn't want to stop at a checkpoint, so the party resorts to the gun, and the horsewhip, to get them out of trouble

The concious party members complete recon on zone B. An Italian patrol catches them, and a firefight breaks out. The Unknown Soldier takes a bullet to the grape, and goes down, while Sean and the Cap get some grenade frags, from a grenade the Cap threw while taking out the rest of the Eyties! The doctor assisting us goes down in a "morphine overdose", so first aid on the Unknown Soldier is performed quickly by a strangely muttering Sean.

The battered party staggers out to the sea plane pickup after observing Axis amphib. OPs preperations.

Hmmmm, maybe Jones was right after all... and we didn't even pick up any wine :(

Other changes than just trying to get ourselves blowed-up reel gud!

1: We are no longer the 14 recon. We are now part of the 162 Commando. YEAH! I don't know much more than this except the 162 is a bigger unit and therefore we should be supported better in our tours of the countryside. However, I would assume that we will be under more observation by headquarters so we will have to look sharper.

This a word to the wise... I'm haven't turned anyone in (especially if they have whiskey) or turned down any joy rides (just let me know, huh) but this probably be a new ball game. If you're going to do something non-military (shivers, "Pink Whorehouses") there will probably be other people looking at your actions too. Just a thought.

2: I have been or will be Gazetted, That means my M.B.E. turns into an O.B.E.. Another couple of turns and you can address me as Sir Harold Milton. For a bunch of crazy people, we aren't half bad. Now if we can just trade the unwanted soldier for Adolf himself, we'll have this war half won. Sgt Connery, would you like to be Stalin?

3: Sgt. Jones has been put in for a field grade promotion to 2ndLt and either MID or a medal. If she gets the commission, I'm going to put in the paperwork for her to take over the command of the group and I actually start working as an observer/advisor.

That's all!
Cpt Harold Milton O.B.E.

I guess now it's my turn. Capt Harold Alexander Milton O.B.E.

A United States Citizen, I was born to a family of wealth and priveledge. Graduated from the Harvard in Political Science and International Finance. I was working on my masters when the war in Poland started. I tried to enlist in the intellegence services here in the U.S. but was offered an analyst job with no cance of getting to see the real war.

I then entered Canada, where I tried to enlist in British Intellegence but got the same story from MI6. Almost giving up, I instead joined the Royal Paratroopers. After training, I somehow found myself rushed trough commando school and sent to England.

Attached to British Intellegence and the Hq. of the B.E.F., I spent most of my time with the Anaylist Dept. but managed to get a set of forged papers that placed me with British commandos/scouts. While this work had it's rewarding moments, I found myself frustrated as headquarters up and down the line couldn't or wouldn't believe that the German's were in such numbers and power. They refused to believe that the Germans were moving so fast through France that German armored units were breaking into the BEF and French rear areas. Calls for reinforcements went unfullfiled at best.

After some major scrapes, I thought my fairie godmother had tapped me on the shoulder. Along with several other commando/scouts, I was pulled from France. We arrived in Milton Keynes, England only to find that MI6 was going through our papers with a fine tooth comb. None of us had the original papers that were given to us when we were assigned to the AEF. I was busted to private and then reassigned to a new group that Intelligence was putting together called S.O.E..

I took the demotion in rank in stride if I could only get back and hurt the Germans. I was then assigned to an infilltration group that has seemed to be peopled by ex-ward patients. However, we've managed to fight our way through France, Greece, Italy, the desert and now Sicily. with only minor mistakes. {I think I need another drink!}

The mind of Sean Connery

Colour Serjeant Sean Connery, G.C., M.B.E., M.M.

Sean ends up with this party as a para redshirt.

As a kid, Sean was enthralled by the tales of Roarke's Drift, and the Valor the Welsh showed there. As vets of the Great War poured back into his town, and related the stories of trench fighting, Sean decided to be a soldier when he grew up, instead of grubbing in the mines.



BUT... Sean was also a rapt devourer of ghost and witch stories growing up. An archeologist that pursued the odder side of history passed through Sean's town, and left town with his own batman. Highly intelligent, Sean quickly became a researcher's asset in America, Palestine, and the Phillipines. Loving to fight, and wielding a knife ,Sean was also a good bodyguard in some of the bars the archeologist did a lot of business in. Sean learned escrima in three years in the Phillipines.

Sean knows quite a bit about the occult, especially from Phillipino folklore, Eygyptian, and Hebraic lore, including Kabala.

His library, before the Unknown Soldier pitched it overboard, included:
1900 Yve-Plessis, Robert --ESSAI D'UNE BIBLIOGRAPHIE FRANÇAISE MÉTHODIQUE & RAISONNÉE DE LA SORCELLERIE ET DE LA POSSESSION DÉMONIAQUE
1846 Osburn, William. -- Ancient Egypt, Her testimony to the truth of the Bible. Being an interpretation of the inscriptions and pictures which remain upon Her tombs and temples
1884 Harris, Thomas Lake. -- The Wisdom of the Adepts. Esoteric Science in Human History
1896 Redway -- Devil- Worship in France, or the Question of Lucifer. A Record of things seen and heard in the Secret Societies according to the evidence of Initiates
1896 Huxley, Thomas -- Science and Hebrew Tradition
1899 Olivers, T. S -- A Dweller on Two Planets or The Dividing of the Way
1910 Weiser -- Kabbala
1913 Abelson, J. -- JEWISH MYSTICISM - An introduction to the Kabbalah.
1937 Waite, A.E. -- The Secret Tradition in Freemasonry

The archeologist died in 1936, and Sean promptly enlisted in the 1st Welsh Guards. Sean was with the the HQ defense battalion with the BEF, and saw action at Boulogne, Arras, and finally Dunkirk. Sean was selected for training with No 2 Commando, and seconded to the party (SOE:MHF) before completing training. His favorite part of the training was the hand to hand, and sentry removal techniques.

Sean fits well with the party. There are some wierd things going on in the background, which Sean is happy to observe. To his astonishment, he was stabbed in the head by what he could have sworn was a mummy, and after that Sean began having some STRANGE dreams. He has also experienced some blackouts.

He also enjoys being with this group due to their "adaptability" in carrying out missions. Sean is fanatical regarding the British Empire, but looks down on the royalty, the peerage, and all upper-class twits, and their rules. Sean tries to be a good NCO to defend the Empire, despite his trouble-seeking character and his prejudices. He gets along with, and likes, Scotsmen, Australians, and Americans ("good fighters and good blighters"). He doesn't like Irishmen as "traitors" to the Empire. He refers to everybody else, european, african, or whomsoever as "wogs", or more often as "bloody wogs". He absolutely despises the french, and put several french sailors out of action before the Dakar mission in a barfight.

Sean favors the knife, especially his balisong, and his beloved Faibairn, but really, really likes throwing grenades. It's too bad he's only knifed one Jerry so far, with his extensive use of ther grenade, the Thompson, and the Scmeisser.


Sean's current fear is being made an officer; luckily with the class concious English, that shouldn't be too much of a problem. As long as he sticks with schemes involving whorehouses and "midnight requisitioning", he believes that officer's pips will never trouble him. He thought that he would be promoted to WO II after taking the tank, but his dealings in NYC (he traded a live German hand grenade for an occult book) may have put the kibosh on that. Bloody Yank CIC was watching at the time.

Sean's big weakness as far as the party is concerned is his obession with, almost his addiction to, prostitutes. Either that, or his tendency to shoot at Germans on sight.

Hint for the party - to keep him from shooting Germans, include planning that has Sean sneaking up and knifing them. That should satisfy the bloodlust.

Thank G*d it wasn't Monty!

You are General Omar N. Bradley (1893-1981).

People called you the GI General, and you were one
of Eisenhower's most reliable commanders in
Europe. After the war you served as the first
Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.


Which WWII Allied General are you?
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GM's answer, and Captain Milton -


You are General George S. Patton, Jr
(1885-1945).

You are the general most feared by the Germans due
to your
agressive actions in combat. You
believe you have been
reincarnated several
times, always as as soldier. One of the
most
controversial figures of the war you do not
long survive
it, being killed by a car accident
after the German surrender.

In October 1945, he assumed command of the Fifteenth Army in
American-occupied Germany. On December 21, 1945, General Patton died
in Germany as a result of an automobile accident. He is buried among
the soldiers who died in the Battle of the Bulge in Hamm, Luxembourg.