#ghvz

[vmprsm]

This is important, help me raise money for Shands Children's Hospital.

So many of you know I am a huge part of HvZ at UF. We also have a huge hospital, Shands, one of the best in the country. This week, we are playing our 5th anniversary game and we have teamed up with Children's Miracle network through Extra Life to raise money for the sick kids at Shand's Childrens Hospital. Please, donate to my page to get help buy medical technology, pay for life-saving procedures, and buy games and other furnishings for the kids who live at the hospital. EVERY DOLLAR is a step closer. My goal is only $100, but I'd like to beat that. Please reblog and share, and consider donating a few bucks. I'll be posting pictures of the HvZ game soon.

HERE IS A LINK MY TO EXTRA LIFE PAGE:

http://www.extra-life.org/index.cfm?fuseaction=donorDrive.participant&participantID=147599

[vmprsm]

Can we talk about how the Ravagers had Nerf guns in the GotG movie? Pretty much the funniest and most ridiculous thing. I'm sure almost no one noticed but when you make playing games with Nerf guns your thing for like four years, you tend to notice.

[anarmyofoneman]

Watching the Skies Come Down

It was a simple enough mission; help Sid get these old relays on the island up to spec so we could use them to intensify our weak radio from this afternoon and get a message out. A message of what? Of warning? Of salvation? Of desperate need for escape? Who knows... Either way, we met up with Sid and that Agent Narissa with a "light plan" on how to get the relays up; Sid knew how to fix them, he just didn't know where the relays all were. Six in all, each one needing a brief tune-up or adjustment and our signal would be out. Each site was one of easy access, but that also meant the natives and their demonic deviants could also get there. They remind me of the mindless drones we faced while last working for Castle Chemical Solutions; the same relentless hunger, the same unfocused motives save to tear flesh from our bones. Likely the same experiments tested here to try and recreate the results found at the former RevCorps locations. That Agent Narissa... I swear she is worth more than half of the other soldiers I ran with tonight. While I had to guide Sid and keep him safe and "focused" she was constantly on my three; whether this was simply to keep Sid alive or to keep me alive to keep him alive, she proved that even with a lowly six-shot, a dedicated soldier can make a difference. When other soldiers ran, she stayed behind. We got all of the relays up, but the natives eventually trapped us at the Lighthouse. We holed up at the top, watching them gather and feast on the corpses of those who had fallen along the way. Eventually, rested as best we could in as quicka time as was availed, we fight our way out; Narissa led the way until she and her partner were pushed back, but we made it back to the relative safety of the Reitz caves were we decided to hole up until the morning. Food is low, but perhaps we can hunt something down in Checkers Field with the surviving members of the squads we saw obliterated all afternoon... Let us hope that the message got out... Please...

[anarmyofoneman]

Watch It Burn

It felt good to see that bloody hotel go up in smoke; to see the last few days with of stress and frustration go up in an plume of smoke and columns of flames as the demonic beasts which haunt this island tore it down brick by brick in a fit of rage I have yet to see matched.

Where there any tourists inside? Not my problem.

The 501st Legion spent the first part of the afternoon helping our friendly engineer Sid piece together a radio from existing pieces on the island; having to search up and down the main line for missing machine parts is about as fun as swimming in a pool of rancor feces.

We found all of the pieces, and soon we were able to pick up a faint signal from some radio station on the mainland. Much celebration was had in the ashes of the Laboratory once we found the correct batteries. Of course, Sid said he didn’t think it was strong enough to real for a evac, but that he would still try.

"Do or do not, there is no try" is what I was always taught. If he doesn’t get that radio working, I will swim all the way to the mainland for evac if I have to…

[anarmyofoneman]

Comm wakes you, and you forget to check the ID. You start planning to get on site, but in your half-awake stupor, forget to comm in the larty... If this was training, I'm sure I would be laughing... but this is in the field, and with such low-turnout for mission briefings, the absence of two strong mind and two even stronger blasters could be the make-or-break difference in every mission. Here's hoping they can hold on...

[anarmyofoneman]

The Aftermath

What happens when you send six humans out to accomplish a mission? They have to call in the 501st. They fought valiantly while in the field, but eventually you just have to call in the professionals. Took Boba and I about six minutes to hunt down those infernal creatures and surely to corral them into the Marston Laboratories. Unfortunately for all involved, Liv rigged the place to blow before we could get the last zed in for the Doctors to do their work. One failed mission... No big deal, right? But it was the next mission that got to me. Apparently some child got away from her brother and we were tasked with a "humanitarian" mission to find her; not exactly what we are skilled in, but a mission is a mission. We began searching for the child to the west of the Hotel, following her brother and the agent from the night before. Both of them awarded to be sorting signs of "battle fatigue" as the GAR would say, but they both seemed competent enough to get in the field and cohesively function. We were joined by the venerable Mr. Thornberry, who once again showed he was more than just a simple tourist; he got the various units --- 501st, Honey Badgers, Luigi's Crew, a few other randoms totaling a whole 10 guns --- to agree upon an RV should the mission go south fast. And it went so far south it was vacationing in Brazil. Both the Buoy and the Anchor were at the Lighthouse; where we had to take the young girl to be treated for her injuries. Who lets children survive out here? Especially such young children who cannot even fend for themselves. There is one place a child should never go, and that is on the battlefield; war is not for the young and the weak. Am I cold? I ordered the child be put down when the horde was closing in on us... Was that the right choice? When the Anchor made his charge, I listened to Thornberry when he said bang out... with all of the other groups to our backs, was it right for the 501st to just bamf? When Michael clawed his way out of the Lighthouse, grotesquely mutated by the scientists within, was it right to let him keep living? Is he now living such a tortured existence as the other mutated natives that death would be a welcomed reprise? We also lost the Agent in the chaos... Did she make it out alive? We now Mann made it out, we know Nigel survived, and that is all we know... Knowledge is Death to Sanity... I miss the days of "point and shoot"...

[anarmyofoneman]

PERSONAL LOG

TIMESTAMP:20140725.003455 Personal Log, CC-4868, Commanding Officer, 501st Legion LOCATION: **UNKNOWN**, ADIROLF SECTOR, Terminal Node #003477-AS02 “Wiemer Pier” **PUBLIC ACCESS** Finally an access point on th《《《static burst》》》pe it holds. So far the mission goes well. We have been tasked with discovering the mysteries of this island and its most peculiar natives. Sure I have seen my fair share of creatures in this galaxy —- from mindless drones bent on blood to sophisticated creatures possessing vast intellect —- but all of them share something in common. They go done when you shoot them. But these things… shooting them just makes them more angry. On top of the natives, we also have a smuggler; one whose family has a history with the 501st. And by history, I mean we may have killed his brothers once or twice our maybe even three times. He made some deal with some of the other people on the island, but he made no deal with me. So when an agent if the Republic asked for information about him, I handed over what I knew happily. I look forward to stepping over this man’s body in the future. That agent… She is a rather troublesome individual. While we were awaiting the arrival of our mercenary contact, all she wanted to do was throw grenades at the indestructible native pair known as the Anchor and the Buoy; mostly because that is what they cat with them at all times. She kept reaching for my belt, cooking a couple off and dropping them down below. Every explosion was followed by a eerie shriek or a vengeful roar. And then her joyful laugh… Our mercenary contact sent us out to search for vials of dime unknown chemical; he wouldn’t tell us what was in them —- “need to know” and what have you —- just that we had to retrieve them. Simple enough. Fairly quick mission, though we did lose Bob and a fellow soldier he had grown fond of… always regrettable. Nonetheless we returned the vials to our mercenary contact and away we went. Back to some “hotel” which is a bit better than the barracks we are used to. Our friend, Nigel Thornberry III, requested our presence, and for such a gentlemanly fellow we were more than willing to oblige. He told us a tale of voodoo and witch doctors: I am not sure if I can believe such rabble, but when a man gives me an objective, I accomplish it. A journey across the entire north stretch of the island took us well into native holdings, and in the depths of the night we met a man covered in blood and a bit crazy; shouting “Zimbabwe como esta” and “I am the night”as he lept through the forest. He presented us —- a group of assorted civilans and the 501st —- with three trials which we easily accomplished, only to find our way to the Main Line to join in the Honey Badgers’ search for “The Treasure of One Piece”. They searched for hours… for a box filed with copper… utterly useless on this island… . After all was said and done, we have made it to safety and found a moment’s rest in the shadows of the pier. I am not sure how long I’ll be able to access this node… The creatures are a bit “relentless”in their pursuit and we are not exactly strong in numbers… Sully is trying to keep a node open, and with any luck he well succeed by sunrise. Until then…

[dancerofpointe]

Finally getting to breathe

When does the Bounty Hunter stop? When the bounty is collected. No time to stop and smell the roses, or update my logs. Who knew this 'vacation' would so work heavy. They've got me running down bounties left and right, as well as having my own... personal missions. Gotta make that money since credits are no good. Also gotta know what my employers want. Some want paper, some want shells. Here's hoping that my less than reputable past has led me down the right path with Bigs and his little set up; smuggler to Bounty hunter. That's all for now. Don't get to enjoy the fun tonight as my personal mission takes me to less dangerous yet more profitable places. -Boba