The Throwing Things Thread!, That RP thread no one posted in. Until now. Mate. Options

[Elliot Carver]

lo folks,

Right, this is how it works. You come in pick up anything you want and do something with it.
*Spawns into the big white, never ending room. It has walls and a roof and is quite big. hmm i pick up a chair and sneaky sneaky up behind DaRat and break the chair over his head*
....begin

rock on,
carver

EDIT:

The guideline:

People on people. Small arms and equipment that a man could carry on a battlefield allowed. No combat vehicles, cas ect. Use of environment and prepared positions allowed. Think of it as a role-playing sort of Americas Army match with the aim of fun and some continuity, so its fun for everyone and the madness can continue creatively.

-Admin

[Wittmann]

Wakes up wondering what brained him to notice the German is gone. However the very helpful chap has left a helpful scrawl on a napkin tied to his wrist- 'gone to the choo choo, Elliot is here'. Cant fault his sense of humour.

Witty gingerly lifts himself off the ground and walks around the corner to find himself facing the back of a police officer who has just allighted from his vehicle and issurveying the raging blaze accross the street with awe. Hearing more sirens rapidly convering, Witty reverses the Glock, brains the copper, takes his Makarov as a backup and then filches the patrol car.

1960's muscle car converted to a cop cruiser? Hells yes.
He puts the pedal to the metal and heads for the railway station, determined tolink up with the Bavarian.
Downtown Havana traffic is thrown into chaos as he speeds through the city streets on instinct alone, siren wailing - keeping to the left of the road in his drunken, concussed antipodean state.