Beaches of Normandy,
World War II
It’s bad. It’s horrible. I had tried to prepare myself for the worst. I had tried with all my heart. But as soon as I stepped down on the beach, I knew my efforts had been proven futile. The first thing I saw was the medic in front of me get cut down by an array of bullets. I didn’t even have enough time to save him. As my platoon tried to storm the beaches and take control, one by one I watched them die. It hurts to see your comrades die. It hurts even more knowing you could have saved them but you don’t want to risk your own petty neck. I am too obsessed with my own life. I find my self despicable. If I get hurt, I will save my self. But I will not do that for other people. I let them die because I am such a coward.
Right now, I am hiding in one of the many craters along the beaches of Normandy left from the loud mortar blasts. I feel foolish. I am here clutching my gun to my chest like it is a baby, hiding and letting my men get destroyed. I am letting them all die. My eye sight is bleary, and all I can smell is the smell of burning flesh and blood. I had lost my glasses a little while back and I feel like with them my nerve lays. Even if I try to get up and fight, even if I try to help and hopefully win this fight, my legs won’t let me. They grow weak at the knees and I fall back to the ground, the sand soft below my fingers.
My hearing has been proven useless because of the endless drone of war. There is a machine gun just a little bit ahead of me used by Germans. The endless drone of fire deafens everything. I look back to the sea, and see all the reinforcements coming from the ships far from shore. It could bring me to tears to know that almost all of them are going to die. Their hopeful young faces change emotion as soon as they see the destruction of the war. I look along the beaches and see the amphibious tanks crawling out of the water and trying to make their way up the sands. I see explosions and I see people shooting their guns, and even worse, I see people falling.
There is a rumour about how this battle will lead to the end of the world. All nonsense. This was a foolish plan to begin with. D-Day. It will never work. They condemned us all to death. I probably will never come home. I deserve never to come home, But I wish just once, I could hold my son, so that he would some how know, he was held by a father. Stephanie, dearest, if you ever read this, and I doubt you will, but I want you to know just this. I want you to live and be happy, to smile even if I don’t return. I also don’t want you to hold on to me so closely, because when I am gone, I want you be happy and to love again. I want our son to actually have a father. I know I will miss you and right now, I wish I never agreed to go to war. I wish it could back to the way it was. I want to hear you whisper my name again into my ear sweetly, and I want to hold you in my arms. And most of all, I want to see you smile again.
I have to fight, I have to get up and move. I have to join this Endless Waltz.
-->The Plot.
World War II has been eventful and trying and you are about to join it. You are a soldier, spirits high and optimistic about the future and some of you are of varied ranks, higher in command, and some just lowly Privates, and most of you are in different fields (artillery, infantry, engineering, radio technicians, etc.). You come from different social standings, some increasingly rich, others joining the armed forces for food, and even some of you may have been drafted and ripped out of you home, leaving your loved ones behind.
But you get placed in a platoon, becoming close with 9 others and together you will endure the hardships of war hoping for it to end, and wishing to see your loved ones again.
-->The Rules.
Do not:
* ‘God-Mod’
* kill other people’s characters without their permission
* Have magic powers
* One character for now. We only have ten slot. If it doesn’t fill up fast, go ahead and make more (with my permission, or course!)
You must:
* Try to keep proper grammar
* Be active! If you don’t post in the Storybook (not the DT) for at least one week, your character will be killed.
* have at least six sentences every post
* Have fun. xD
It is allowed:
* To have females in the army becuase if otherwise, the Storybook might not work out
* vulgar language is allowed.
* Relationships are allowed
-->Characters and Character Profiles.
To make it not totally redunant with ranks and feilds. I have a preset for which ones you can choose from. I have also added some characters to make it interesting for the plot.
[s]*Private Japanese Allied Soldier (sniper) --> Immigrant to North America but joined our forces instead of originality and such and such. No need to worry. This is already claimed.
[s]*Private Infantry Soldier[/s] <-- Claimed
[s]*Private Infantry Soldier[/s] <-- Claimed
*Private Infantry Soldier <-- Reserved, but if some one makes a profile for this before it is claimed, then they can claim it.
*Engineering Officer (Private)
*Artillery Officer(Corporal)
[s]*Radio Officer (Sargent)[/s] <-- Claimed
[s]*Private Medical Technician[/s] <-- Claimed
[s]*Corporal Infantry Soldier[/s] <-- Claimed
[s]*Lieutenant --> Commands Platoon (Dedicated member)[/s] <-- Claimed
Character Profiles:
Name: Keep the names ordinary please.
Gender: We need more boys than girls folks. Keep that in mind.
Age: Should be above 19.
Selection: What rank/feild you chose from the selection from up above
Appearance: Pictures are not needed, but are accepted.
Personality: Self-explanitory.
History: Correspond this with what ever selection you chose. If you are a Private, you have the option in being drafted. If you are anything higher, you could possibly been drafted before hand but not likely. Keep it simple folks.
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Other: Any nervous habits, any romances back home, if you are up for love, etc.
That's it, so if you have any questions just ask. It is first come first serve. Also make sure you keep everything to the Discussion Thread which I will post a link to here. I will start it off when we are ready and all the spots are filled.
~Incognito
P.S. If not all the spots are filled, I will let other people make two characters.
