You are a little plastic army man. You have joined the GP (Green Patrol) in a war against TG (Tan Guard) for sole control over the Bedroom. The war is the most serious type of game between army men. Everyone one must follow the PAM (Plastic Army Man) Code of Honor. You must fall down "dead" when you get shot. If you don't there are major punishments. After that you're out of the war and have to head to the elimination box.The Green Patrol, in the end is going to "win". You probably noticed, you can't join TG. The reason why, is because if we all are on the same side, there won't be any fighting. There will be two minor characters on each side that will be "killed" at some point in the game. All other kills will be characters not even mentioned in the game ("Chris aimed and shot a soldier as he ran by). You may shoot as many as realistically possible.
To start the game, choose a name, and position you wish to fill. Everyone is a Private in the game. You must take orders from commanding, fake officers.
Please choose a following position to enroll in.:
Infantry (Unlimited) Note: Infantry will get more chances for combat.
Machine Gunner Only 2 positions! Enroll quickly!
Paratrooper 8 positions! Enroll quickly!
Pilot (Either Heli or Plane) 2 Heli's and 2 planes! Enroll quickly to get a machine!
Tank Man 3 Tanks! Enroll quickly to get a machine!
Spy 1 Spy! Enroll quickly!
Here are a few names that you are not allowed to use:
TG Army
General Charles Wilson
Private Jon Riffman
Private Ken Dorma
GP Army
General Taylor Fifer
Colonel Ted Falcon
Private Josh Oman
Private Chris Baitz
Bedroom Map: Try to keep all your navigation true to this map.
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General Taylor Fifer leaned back in his chair, studying an old worn map of the Bedroom. He knew that he would have to end the war soon before the TG got more troopers. He lifted the flap of the tent and surveyed his men eating breakfast.
((I am Christian Edmonds and I will be playing as a Pilot))
Jason stretched, and sat up in his cot, the early morning heater, located near the Bedroom's dresser was on and sending a strong wind through the camp.
He looked around at the Airbase, and jumped to his feet quickly when he realised he was missing breakfast.
After dressing quickly, he kicked over a sleeping man's cot next to him and yelled, "Come on, worthless babies! This isn't the Holiday Inn! Get a move on!"
His Paratrooper unit was stationed just above Lightning Hollow, and according to general maps: to the right of Mount Bed, an almost perfect strike position into the TG's main base-of-operations.
Jason smiled to himself and marched his troops outside near the landing strip.
They were handed some MRE's and they sat down to eat.
((My pilots name is Robert Crown))
It was his eyes. Definately his eyes. They never seemed to concentrate in one direction for very long.
General Wilson turned on his heel and entered his tent. And then stopped, lost in thought.
An aid walked up,
"Anything I can do for you, sir?"
"No. No, thank you corporal."
The aid walked out of the tent.
General Charles Wilson never liked Private Riffman. He seemed too shifty. The rest of the troops liked him though. Perhaps it was just too much military experience on Wilson's part.
He shook his head. Too much to do. Too much to coordinate. The Greenies were getting better every day, and the TG was losing ground.
He peeked out the tent at all of his troops. They ate ravenously from the newly arrived supplies.
This game wasn't going well for the Tan Guard...
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