Ooc: In this thread, we must all be in character as if the round has just started.
I wake up in the cryo room, it seems like we were woken up by a distress call, wowzers ! (I think to myself)
I look around and every marine is rushing to their preps, confused and shoving all the food down their throats very quickly
“Guys we were we awoken ?” I ask the fellas in the charlie squad prep
Unga first class HPR “brrrrrrt” mcBenodeath says, “Gonna test the HPR’s IFF when deployed using a bipod in briefing room”. And why is everyone spamming HPR threads?
I hurry up and get all my equipment, greeting my fellow marines as i walk by, and shaking the Spec’s hand
I pick out my usual loadout and go to the MT room to talk with the folks and relax a little
“I wonder what our orders will be today”, i say as a delta pvt starts shooting at windows
Sits down at breifing, trying not to stare at the plan the Captain is holding, without doubt it’s drawn with crayons. I thought “God, is that glitter over the word unga i see there”
I sighs as i turn to right and i see a delta “wiggle around as a worm”
Suddenly hear from the left a song “Can you get much higher” on 150% volume, I turn around and see a man deploying a M2C and gunning down the req line.
I stand up, i thought “fuck this, i’m going to Alamo”
Walk past medbay where i see 3 Sg from different squads, butt naked. Blood everywhere and 4 mp is dragging them up the ladder in medbay.