Republic of Folk

Missions:

• Su casa es mi casa
• Su casa es mi casa (again)
• Zelenyy I
• Zelenyy III
• Old Men

Yeah, so, a quiet one. It was a really summery day in the UK, and it's possible some people forgot there was a session on and instead went drinking. I'm not looking at anyone in particular, Kefirz and Halop. So we were a very bijoux bunch last night: Boberro, Bormanov, harakka, Tigershark and myself. But we were mighty.

Except in the fist mission, Su casa es mi casa, in which two of us died whilst parachuting / landing, and then everyone else died soon after making it into the compound through the western approach. So, yeah, the less said about that the better, really.

We tried again. But this time, in this second run of Su casa es mi casa, things were different:

• Bormanov, our leader, didn't die in the air
• Boberro made it night time
• Everyone had fancy NVGs
• There was time to light everyone's cigarettes

And that list point is important, because we looked awesome. It was like being in an 80s action flick: tiger stripes, M16A1s, Malboro Reds and Charlie Sheen (actually, no Charlie Sheen, he was drinking in a bar with Kefirz and Halop). We actually started off pretty well, taking out a fair few hostiles using the southern approach and then massacring the cops that arrived suspiciously quickly. However, after we reached the guardhouse things started to go to shit, some CSAT people turned up and we started to die in short order. Last thing I remember before Boberro ended the mission was Tigershark and me bleeding out with on the road so close we could almost hold hands.

For Zelenyy I, I took command and immediately decided to sacrifice Boberro by sending him alone up the road to attack the enemy, whilst everyone else hit them from the east. I actually saw the man who killed me - and harakka - launch his UGL round in my direction, watched the round arc towards me, and then marvelled at the tremendous splash damage of RHS munitions. Oh bitter, bitter irony: Boberro was the first to be wounded but last to die.

Don't ask me why, but Bormanov wanted to play scared-of-the-dark mission, Zelenyy III, in which we attempt to help the Obscuristanis defend Green Mountain radio tower from NVG-wearing US Marines. Again, I saw the man that shot me (first time around), which was literally at the same moment as I was asking over radio: "Does anyone have any contacts?"

Finally, it was just Tigershark, Boberro and myself in Old Men. I had a new plan: constant motion like caterpillar track:

1. A (move) --- B (pew) --- C (pew) -->
2. B (move) --- C (pew) --- A (pew) -->
3. C (move) --- A (pew) --- B (pew) -->

In my mind, this would run like a well-oiled move from an 80s action flick. In reality, I didn't say who was A, B or C and it all went to shit. Mostly because I ran face first into an enemy patrol and didn't kill them all with my M16A1, despite having the drop on them. There there was a bit where I got wounded, and then we went all 'Alamo' in one of those houses that's actually two houses with a bridge-like section in the upper storey.

We shot out of the magic glass at the enemies in the street below, never for once thinking that they might also climb stairs. I mean, come on, when does the AI climb stairs, go out onto the roof and shoot down at you in the building over the road? The AI is supposed to be like:
Except last night, it was more like:
And we died. Horribly.

Play of the game:


Please just make sure Bob won't look like this on next sessions.