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Posted January 5, '14 4:13am UTC

It's the 41st Millenium, and the entire galaxy is in upheaval. Humankind is xenophobic, militaristic. Though in a galaxy full of warmongering aliens, it helps to have those traits. Orks, Eldar, Tyranids, Tau, they all pose threats to humankind and are all warring the Imperium of man, and each other. Even traveling between planets isn't safe, to travel you have to use the warp, which is filled with unimaginable creatures and 4 gods of chaos. People with mutations or who have psychic abilities are especially effected. but anyone can be turned to chaos and become horribly mutated and insane. In this grim dark future, there is only war.

You play someone who, by choice, birth, or by the Imperiums will, are in the Imperial Guard, the main standing army of the Imperium. Who defend the citizens from Xeno and chaos alike. Sent to the World Ament Prime, a large Agricultural world. Reports are that a very large ork WAAAAGH! (orkish warband) is heading straight for the world. You serve in the 341st Reconstituted regiment, who are made from the survivors of other regiments considered to be wiped out. Heading towards the planet as it serves a vital role for the sector, feeding it. Aboard the Imperial Navy ship "The Strictest Doctrine" You are near the planet, it seems peaceful, and prosperous. Though it won't last long.
Ament Prime:
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Races:
Ogryn: Large and very simple minded, and fiercely loyal, believing every order comes from the emperor of mankind himself.
Ratling: Short, quiet, and rather promiscuous. These diminutive people make the best snipers and scouts, and half decent troopers.
Beastmen: People who don't look unlike the mythological Minotaur, despite the Imperium's heavy disapproval of mutants, these lesser mutated people are allowed to serve in the Imperial Guard
Humans: Standard Run of the mill human, comes from any and all backgrounds, from feral worlds that seek out to kill anything living on them, to feudal worlds, that seem like the bygone era of knights and lords during Holy Terra's history. To super advanced Hive Worlds, which contain cities stacked on top of cities, and sometimes stacked on top of more cities.

Classes:
Trooper: Standard trooper, armed with a lasgun and flak armor

Sharpshooter: Long range killers, usually cold and emotionless as they watch man and xeno alike die from their rifle.

Fire Support: Carrying a large wheel mounted heavy bolter, they may need to set up, but once they are, they can mow down all but the heaviest infantry (can't be Ratling)

Anti-Tank:Carrying a shoulder mounted missile launcher, and a backpack with a variety of missiles, they can take a variety of roles, but are usually anti-vehicle (Can't be Ratling).

Rough Rider: On a fast bike, with a laspistol and an explosive Hunting Lance they can scout, and ride through lines blasting away at the enemy. (Human Only)

Grenadier: Armed similar to a storm trooper, but they operate with a regular regiment, but are none the less equally trained in assaulted fortified enemy positions, and leading attacks.

Tank Commander: The commander of a standard Leman Russ tank, these multi role tanks smash through enemy infantry and armor alike. (can't be Ogryn)

Name:
Age:
Gender: (Females can be in the Imperial Guard)
Race:
Class:
Physical Description:
Bio:Optional
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Weapon:
Armor:
Misc.:
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Condition:

If you have any questions about races, equipment, classes, etc. feel free to ask.

It's the 41st Millenium, and the entire galaxy is in upheaval. Humankind is xenophobic, militaristic. Though in a galaxy full of warmongering aliens, it helps to have those traits. Orks, Eldar, Tyranids, Tau, they all pose threats to humankind and are all warring the Imperium of man, and each other. Even traveling between planets isn't safe, to travel you have to use the warp, which is filled with unimaginable creatures and 4 gods of chaos. People with mutations or who have psychic abilities are especially effected. but anyone can be turned to chaos and become horribly mutated and insane. In this grim dark future, there is only war.\r\n\r\nYou play someone who, by choice, birth, or by the Imperiums will, are in the Imperial Guard, the main standing army of the Imperium. Who defend the citizens from Xeno and chaos alike. Sent to the World Ament Prime, a large Agricultural world. Reports are that a very large ork WAAAAGH! (orkish warband) is heading straight for the world. You serve in the 341st Reconstituted regiment, who are made from the survivors of other regiments considered to be wiped out. Heading towards the planet as it serves a vital role for the sector, feeding it. Aboard the Imperial Navy ship "The Strictest Doctrine" You are near the  planet, it seems peaceful, and prosperous. Though it won't last long. \r\nAment Prime:\r\n[img]http://worldgen.bin.sh/worldgen.cgi?palette=Atlas&iter=5000&cmd=Create&name=Ament%20Prime&pct_ice=20&height=400&seed=1388890613&rotate=274&projection=Square&pct_water=50&motif=SciFi[/img]\r\n\r\nRaces:\r\nOgryn: Large and very simple minded, and fiercely loyal, believing every order comes from the emperor of mankind himself.\r\nRatling: Short, quiet, and rather promiscuous. These diminutive people make the best snipers and scouts, and half decent troopers.\r\nBeastmen: People who don't look unlike the mythological Minotaur, despite the Imperium's heavy disapproval of mutants, these lesser mutated people are allowed to serve in the Imperial Guard\r\nHumans: Standard Run of the mill human, comes from any and all backgrounds, from feral worlds that seek out to kill anything living on them, to  feudal worlds, that seem like the bygone era of knights and lords during Holy Terra's history. To super advanced Hive Worlds, which contain cities stacked on top of cities, and sometimes stacked on top of more cities.\r\n\r\nClasses:\r\nTrooper: Standard trooper, armed with a lasgun and flak armor\r\n\r\nSharpshooter: Long range killers, usually cold and emotionless as they watch man and xeno alike die from their rifle.\r\n\r\nFire Support: Carrying a large wheel mounted heavy bolter, they may need to set up, but once they are, they can mow down all but the heaviest infantry (can't be Ratling)\r\n\r\nAnti-Tank:Carrying a shoulder mounted missile launcher, and a backpack with a variety of missiles, they can take a variety of roles, but are usually anti-vehicle (Can't be Ratling).\r\n\r\nRough Rider: On a fast bike, with a laspistol and an explosive Hunting Lance they can scout, and ride through lines blasting away at the enemy. (Human Only)\r\n\r\nGrenadier: Armed similar to a storm trooper, but they operate with a regular regiment, but are none the less equally trained in assaulted fortified enemy positions, and leading attacks.\r\n\r\nTank Commander: The commander of a standard Leman Russ tank, these multi role tanks smash through enemy infantry and armor alike. (can't be Ogryn)\r\n\r\n\r\nName:\r\nAge:\r\nGender: (Females can be in the Imperial Guard)\r\nRace:\r\nClass:\r\nPhysical Description:\r\nBio:Optional\r\n---------\r\nWeapon:\r\nArmor:\r\nMisc.:\r\n--------\r\nCondition: \r\n\r\nIf you have any questions about races, equipment, classes, etc. feel free to ask.

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Posted January 11, '14 1:02am UTC

Name: Bernhardt Aschen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Trooper
Physical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.
Bio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.
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Weapon: Lasgun
Armor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)
Misc.:2 Frag Grenades 1 Krak grenade
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Condition:

I doubt the Ork commander is in throwing range, but his men are. I pull out one of my Frag grenades and hurl it at the bulk of the enemy. After that, I aim for the enemy shootas firing on the men.

Name: Bernhardt Aschen\r\nAge: 18\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Trooper\r\nPhysical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.\r\nBio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Lasgun\r\nArmor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)\r\nMisc.:2 Frag Grenades 1 Krak grenade\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\nI doubt the Ork commander is in throwing range, but his men are. I pull out one of my Frag grenades and hurl it at the bulk of the enemy. After that, I aim for the enemy shootas firing on the men.

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16,287 posts

Peasant

Posted January 11, '14 1:07am UTC

Name: Bernhardt Aschen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Trooper
Physical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.
Bio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.
---------
Weapon: Lasgun
Armor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)
Misc.:2 Frag Grenades 1 Krak grenade
--------
Condition:

You lob a frag in the mess, and it goes off, shredding two orks, but shielding the rest. you continue firing, hitting one of them in the head, blasting the ork's brains out the back of his head. You continue gunning down orks, but down stairs there is a crash of the door behind the building, and shotgun blasts, but not slugga shots in return, rather lasgun.

Name: Bernhardt Aschen\r\nAge: 18\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Trooper\r\nPhysical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.\r\nBio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Lasgun\r\nArmor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)\r\nMisc.:2 Frag Grenades 1 Krak grenade\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\n\r\nYou lob a frag in the mess, and it goes off, shredding two orks, but shielding the rest. you continue firing, hitting one of them in the head, blasting the ork's brains out the back of his head. You continue gunning down orks, but down stairs there is a crash of the door behind the building, and shotgun blasts, but not slugga shots in return, rather lasgun.

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Posted January 11, '14 1:13am UTC

Name: Bernhardt Aschen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Trooper
Physical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.
Bio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.
---------
Weapon: Lasgun
Armor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)
Misc.:1 Frag Grenades 1 Krak grenade
--------
Condition:

More Chaos? Well, I look through a back window (if unsuccessful, I go down the stairs) to see why Imperium shotguns are blasting away at lasguns, Orks don't use lasguns.

Name: Bernhardt Aschen\r\nAge: 18\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Trooper\r\nPhysical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.\r\nBio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Lasgun\r\nArmor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)\r\nMisc.:1 Frag Grenades 1 Krak grenade\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\nMore Chaos? Well, I look through a back window (if unsuccessful, I go down the stairs) to see why Imperium shotguns are blasting away at lasguns, Orks don't use lasguns.

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Posted January 11, '14 1:38am UTC

Name: Bernhardt Aschen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Trooper
Physical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.
Bio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.
---------
Weapon: Lasgun
Armor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)
Misc.:1 Frag Grenades 1 Krak grenade
--------
Condition:

They actually do, but that is a sort of last resort, lasguns aren't shooty, blasty, or loud

You look out back to see a squad of PDF, these men have shed their disguises, and show off their bloated rotting forms. "For Grandpa Nurgle!" one shouts, as he runs into the building with a large rusty dagger, dripping with a miasma of stench.

Name: Bernhardt Aschen\r\nAge: 18\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Trooper\r\nPhysical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.\r\nBio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Lasgun\r\nArmor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)\r\nMisc.:1 Frag Grenades 1 Krak grenade\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\n\r\nThey actually do, but that is a sort of last resort, lasguns aren't shooty, blasty, or loud\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nYou look out back to see a squad of PDF, these men have shed their disguises, and show off their bloated rotting forms. "For Grandpa Nurgle!" one shouts, as he runs into the building with a large rusty dagger, dripping with a miasma of stench.

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Nomad

Posted January 11, '14 1:40am UTC

Name: Bernhardt Aschen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Trooper
Physical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.
Bio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.
---------
Weapon: Lasgun
Armor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)
Misc.:1 Frag Grenades 1 Krak grenade
--------
Condition:

Who's Grandpa Nurgle? Eh, whatever, they can hold on to their false gods.

I pull out another grenade and drop it on their heads. After that's done, I head downstairs to help the Arbites.

Name: Bernhardt Aschen\r\nAge: 18\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Trooper\r\nPhysical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.\r\nBio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Lasgun\r\nArmor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)\r\nMisc.:1 Frag Grenades 1 Krak grenade\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\nWho's Grandpa Nurgle? Eh, whatever, they can hold on to their false gods.\r\n\r\nI pull out another grenade and drop it on their heads. After that's done, I head downstairs to help the Arbites.

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Posted January 11, '14 1:46am UTC

Name:Cpl. Aleksa Bodin
Age:25
Gender: Male
Race:Human
Class:Fire Support
Physical Description: Tall,Black hair,blue eyes,white skin,average build
Bio:Born and raised in hive city being member of poor family it didnt take long for him to be tempted by local gangs,so he join one of many in the city he stated with just pickpocketing but as time passed he started selling drugs breaking in people houses and ending up killing,as time passed he attracted more and more attention his lust for money and easy life made him careless so one day he and his gang was arrested and he was faces with death penalty,but then officer from imperial guard showed up and offer all prisoners to redeem themselves by joining guard and defend humanity so with no other choice he joined.
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Weapon:Carriage Mounted Heavy Bolter, laspistol, Chainsword,
Armor: Flak Armor
Misc.: Metal Storm Frag Rounds
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Condition:

"Command i have problem finding my squad can someone tell me are they deployed"

Name:Cpl. Aleksa Bodin\r\nAge:25\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace:Human\r\nClass:Fire Support\r\nPhysical Description: Tall,Black hair,blue eyes,white skin,average build\r\nBio:Born and raised in hive city being member of poor family it didnt take long for him to be tempted by local gangs,so he join one of many in the city he stated with just pickpocketing but as time passed he started selling drugs breaking in people houses and ending up killing,as time passed he attracted more and more attention his lust for money and easy life made him careless so one day he and his gang was arrested and he was faces with death penalty,but then officer from imperial guard showed up and offer all prisoners to redeem themselves by joining guard and defend humanity so with no other choice he joined.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon:Carriage Mounted Heavy Bolter,  laspistol, Chainsword,\r\nArmor: Flak Armor\r\nMisc.: Metal Storm Frag Rounds\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\n"Command i have problem finding my squad can someone tell me are they deployed"

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16,287 posts

Peasant

Posted January 11, '14 1:53am UTC

Name: Bernhardt Aschen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Trooper
Physical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.
Bio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.
---------
Weapon: Lasgun
Armor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)
Misc.:1 Frag Grenades 1 Krak grenade
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Condition:

You drop it down, but you watch, as it doesn't affect them at all, the shrapnel obviously hitting them, a few even flinch, but they seem to feel nothing.

Name: Bernhardt Aschen\r\nAge: 18\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Trooper\r\nPhysical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.\r\nBio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Lasgun\r\nArmor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)\r\nMisc.:1 Frag Grenades 1 Krak grenade\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\n\r\nYou drop it down, but you watch, as it doesn't affect them at all, the shrapnel obviously hitting them, a few even flinch, but they seem to feel nothing.

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trooper555able

2,316 posts

Nomad

Posted January 11, '14 1:58am UTC

Name: Bernhardt Aschen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Trooper
Physical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.
Bio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.
---------
Weapon: Lasgun
Armor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)
Misc.:1 Frag Grenades 1 Krak grenade
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Condition:

"How does one corrupt themselves in such a manner?" I rush down the stairs to help the Arbites, lasgun shouldered.

Name: Bernhardt Aschen\r\nAge: 18\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Trooper\r\nPhysical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.\r\nBio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Lasgun\r\nArmor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)\r\nMisc.:1 Frag Grenades 1 Krak grenade\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\n"How does one corrupt themselves in such a manner?" I rush down the stairs to help the Arbites, lasgun shouldered.

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Peasant

Posted January 11, '14 1:59am UTC

Name: Aleksa Bodin
Age:25
Gender: Male
Race:Human
Class:Fire Support
Physical Description: Tall,Black hair,blue eyes,white skin,average build
Bio:Born and raised in hive city being member of poor family it didnt take long for him to be tempted by local gangs,so he join one of many in the city he stated with just pickpocketing but as time passed he started selling drugs breaking in people houses and ending up killing,as time passed he attracted more and more attention his lust for money and easy life made him careless so one day he and his gang was arrested and he was faces with death penalty,but then officer from imperial guard showed up and offer all prisoners to redeem themselves by joining guard and defend humanity so with no other choice he joined.
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Weapon:Carriage Mounted Heavy Bolter, laspistol, Chainsword,
Armor: Flak Armor
Misc.: Metal Storm Frag Rounds
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Condition:

combead doesn't reach that far, and you lack a voxcaster, thankfully the command hangar is right there.

"Your squad is out fighting the heretic PDF, or it was your squad. The Inquisitor seems to believe our promotion of you was too hasty."

Name: Aleksa Bodin\r\nAge:25\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace:Human\r\nClass:Fire Support\r\nPhysical Description: Tall,Black hair,blue eyes,white skin,average build\r\nBio:Born and raised in hive city being member of poor family it didnt take long for him to be tempted by local gangs,so he join one of many in the city he stated with just pickpocketing but as time passed he started selling drugs breaking in people houses and ending up killing,as time passed he attracted more and more attention his lust for money and easy life made him careless so one day he and his gang was arrested and he was faces with death penalty,but then officer from imperial guard showed up and offer all prisoners to redeem themselves by joining guard and defend humanity so with no other choice he joined.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon:Carriage Mounted Heavy Bolter,  laspistol, Chainsword,\r\nArmor: Flak Armor\r\nMisc.: Metal Storm Frag Rounds\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\ncombead doesn't reach that far, and you lack a voxcaster, thankfully the command hangar is right there.\r\n\r\n"Your squad is out fighting the heretic PDF, or it was your squad. The Inquisitor seems to believe our promotion of you was too hasty."

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16,287 posts

Peasant

Posted January 11, '14 2:03am UTC

Name: Bernhardt Aschen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Trooper
Physical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.
Bio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.
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Weapon: Lasgun
Armor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)
Misc.:1 Frag Grenades 1 Krak grenade
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Condition:

You go down, and start firing, a lasbolt blasting a ***** out of a PDF's head, dropping him good. another Arbites is tackled by the PDF carrying the knife, he stabs the man in a leg, but a shotgun blast explodes his chest onto the wall behind him, and he falls on top of the unfortunate Enforcer.

Name: Bernhardt Aschen\r\nAge: 18\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Trooper\r\nPhysical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.\r\nBio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Lasgun\r\nArmor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)\r\nMisc.:1 Frag Grenades 1 Krak grenade\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\n\r\nYou go down, and start firing, a lasbolt blasting a ***** out of a PDF's head, dropping him good. another Arbites is tackled by the PDF carrying the knife, he stabs the man in a leg, but a shotgun blast explodes his chest onto the wall behind him, and he falls on top of the unfortunate Enforcer.

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2,316 posts

Nomad

Posted January 11, '14 2:06am UTC

Name: Bernhardt Aschen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Trooper
Physical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.
Bio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.
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Weapon: Lasgun
Armor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)
Misc.:1 Frag Grenades 1 Krak grenade
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Condition:

"I gotcha, comrade!" I kick off the corpse and help the Enforcer up. Then I turn and clean-up the rest of the Chaos.

Name: Bernhardt Aschen\r\nAge: 18\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Trooper\r\nPhysical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.\r\nBio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Lasgun\r\nArmor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)\r\nMisc.:1 Frag Grenades 1 Krak grenade\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\n"I gotcha, comrade!" I kick off the corpse and help the Enforcer up. Then I turn and clean-up the rest of the Chaos.

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Peasant

Posted January 11, '14 2:11am UTC

Name: Bernhardt Aschen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Trooper
Physical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.
Bio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.
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Weapon: Lasgun
Armor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)
Misc.:1 Frag Grenades 1 Krak grenade
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Condition:

You knock the dead one away and finish the rest, only to hear the inhuman roar of the nob on the other side, and part of the house explode inward as his figure bursts through the wall. we is screaming, and brings his choppa down on another enforcer with a shield, cleaving it in two and cutting the enforcer down with it.

Name: Bernhardt Aschen\r\nAge: 18\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Trooper\r\nPhysical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.\r\nBio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Lasgun\r\nArmor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)\r\nMisc.:1 Frag Grenades 1 Krak grenade\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\n\r\nYou knock the dead one away and finish the rest, only to hear the inhuman roar of the nob on the other side, and part of the house explode inward as his figure bursts through the wall. we is screaming, and brings his choppa down on another enforcer with a shield, cleaving it in two and cutting the enforcer down with it.

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2,316 posts

Nomad

Posted January 11, '14 2:15am UTC

Name: Bernhardt Aschen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Trooper
Physical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.
Bio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.
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Weapon: Lasgun
Armor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)
Misc.:1 Frag Grenades 1 Krak grenade
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Condition:

"Shotgun his unarmored sections!" I yowl as I spray at his head, to daze him if nothing else.

Name: Bernhardt Aschen\r\nAge: 18\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Trooper\r\nPhysical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.\r\nBio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Lasgun\r\nArmor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)\r\nMisc.:1 Frag Grenades 1 Krak grenade\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\n"Shotgun his unarmored sections!" I yowl as I spray at his head, to daze him if nothing else.

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16,287 posts

Peasant

Posted January 11, '14 2:17am UTC

Name: Bernhardt Aschen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Trooper
Physical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.
Bio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.
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Weapon: Lasgun
Armor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)
Misc.:1 Frag Grenades 1 Krak grenade
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Condition:

the lasgun is semi auto.

they fire, but it does little to him, he swings more but is too big for the house. "BY MORK DIE 'UMIES!" he screams as he swings his axe around. He's like a giant tank!

Name: Bernhardt Aschen\r\nAge: 18\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Trooper\r\nPhysical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.\r\nBio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Lasgun\r\nArmor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)\r\nMisc.:1 Frag Grenades 1 Krak grenade\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\n\r\nthe lasgun is semi auto.\r\n\r\n\r\nthey fire, but it does little to him, he swings more but is too big for the house. "BY MORK DIE 'UMIES!" he screams as he swings his axe around. He's like a giant tank!

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2,316 posts

Nomad

Posted January 11, '14 2:21am UTC

Name: Bernhardt Aschen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Trooper
Physical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.
Bio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.
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Weapon: Lasgun
Armor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)
Misc.:
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Condition:

Well, I hope a Krak grenade counts as an anti-tank grenade then. "Get away, I'm throwing a grenade!" I warn as I throw the Krak grenade.

Name: Bernhardt Aschen\r\nAge: 18\r\nGender: Male\r\nRace: Human\r\nClass: Trooper\r\nPhysical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.\r\nBio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.\r\n---------\r\nWeapon: Lasgun\r\nArmor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)\r\nMisc.:\r\n--------\r\nCondition:\r\n\r\nWell, I hope a Krak grenade counts as an anti-tank grenade then. "Get away, I'm throwing a grenade!" I warn as I throw the Krak grenade.

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