Sign Up The Third World War.

[Vicky]

[SIZE=4]THE THIRD WORLD WAR.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=3]Sign up.[/SIZE]


[FONT=century gothic]I just finished the other sign up, The Tribe, so I started this one. I'll be away for a while, a week. The first person to sign up will have the honor to help and start the thread. Please sign up. This will start in a week. But, if you are kneen to start, then ask the first person that posted to start it. But I say wait.[/FONT]


It's the year 2007, nothing really changed much. But, the U.S and U.K forces joined there power. This caused a riot. The army backed off the angry people. But the other coutrys began to distroy the U.S and U.k. This was because they wanted power, like the U.K and U.S! The two began to stop all angry people, and things began to cool down. The two named themselfs U.F (Unighted forces). Of coures, this led to more killings. The U.F decleared war with these countrys:
Gremany
Iraq
india
africa.
You have been chossen to go on a mission in the sahara desert and kill all enemys.

The rules are:

1. Normal weapons.
2. At the start of the RPG, you will get a letter, telling you were your going. I'll show you in a week.
3. Put in CO caracters. These are just guys you put in extra. These CO caracters will die. They could be your brother or somthing.

Heres my guy:

Name: Jin
Age: 29
Fav weapon: Heavy dutty machine gun
Reason for joining the U.F army: His great, great, great granther thought in the second world war. He wants to be just like his granfather!
country: great britan.

Now, my Co:

Name: Sam
Age: 28
Fav weapon: pistol
Reason for joining: His brother, Jin is joining.
Country: Great britan.

Okay, please sign up.

[COLOR=red]You country needs you![/COLOR]

[Orien_Xel]

Can I be a German soldier fighting against the IMperialist forces of the U.F.?

[Shikaku Kitoku]

My Char. He is a U.S. Marine by the way...

[B]Name:[/B] Rurori Ferendas
[B]Age:[/B] 19
[B]Weapons:[/B] HK Benelli M3 Super 90, HK MP5 Sub-machine Gun, HK P7 Pistol, and standard issue military knife
[B]Reason For Joining:[/B] To defend his Country
[B]Country:[/B] U.S.A
[B]Bio./Desc.:[/B]He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's; but he has never collected unemployment either. He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll or hip hop or rap or jazz or swing and 155mm Howitzers. He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk. He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less-in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must. He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional. He can march until he is told to stop or stop until he is told to march. He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient. He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts. If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low. He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands. He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job. He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay and still find ironic humor in it all. He has seen more suffering and death then he should have in his short lifetime. He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to create them. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed. He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away' those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful. Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man.

[DuoMax]

Name: Johann Muller

Age:20

Weapons: HK MP-10, .50 Caliber Sniper Rifle, 9mm Beretta, knife

Reason for Joing: To defeat the expansionist Americans and British

Country: Germany

Bio:Born in Berlin, Germany, he is well muscled and is in good shape. He joined the German Army at 18 and within 2 years was assigned to a Special Forces team. He is a an expert sniper and hits his target every time.

Decription:5'11", he has blond hair and bright blue eyes whihc are eager and inquisitive.