Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27344811-20170522222238/@comment-25218347-20170523015138

In an city somewhere in Europe, a huge battle between rebel forces and alien overlords was taking place. The battle had been going on for about a week now, with no clear victory in sight, and neither force seemed to be short on soldiers even though bodies covered the streets. Gas masked soldiers ran across the rooftops, only to be shot down by RPG wielding rebels. Combine chatter was a mess.

"Who gave them RPG's?"

"Nobody did. They probably stole them."

"I beg to differ. Never once did we have storage holds around known rebel bases."

"Can both of you shut the fuck up and focus on getting those RPG's back?"

In the middle of a desert sat a small mining town currently occupied by nine brain dead mercs. One of them, a pyromaniac with an... interesting perception of life stepped out of a small cabin.