USCMRPG

Sorry been busy lately so ive been having to catch up on whats goin on

i could use a lil help updatin my xp i guess still kinda reek of n00b so any tips would be nice

At the end of campaigns are we the ones to actually alter our character profs to fit the experience/whatever we received or does someone else actually tallies that all up for us? JW

After a long and unbearable silence, Rascal was the first to speak; "So, the Big Guy in the Sky is really a bunch of elephant coach potatoes? There goes my week." He shook his head. The knowledge just bestowed upon these few marines was far too consequential for them to handle, let alone reveal to a...

"Seriously, this place sucks." <tag all> "Got that right" Rascal muttered to himself, pivoting every which way in the inky darkness, hoping those bugs wouldnt ambush them while they were so vulnerable. That would just be what the marines needed, he thought sarcastically to himself. He checked his a...

"The whole asteroid must be a spaceship..." Lt Ericson said. "We will head around this and see were the other pathway leads. Lt Ericson started to move around the room, the shadows cast from her and the rest of the marines were knife sharp. Then she halted mid step. From the side they came from a s...

"Circle waggons people, Dirk and me in the center. Keep it close, the mist limits our view so switch to IR" Ericson said, amost whispering from tension. The aliens had withdrawn after Samanthas last burst, only a shriek had been heard but she surely had struck them. "Maybe they are regrouping." Eri...

Rascal swore violently as the bridge collapsed from underneath the marines. There was the terrible hollow feeling of falling, then a hard, wet impact into the darkness below. He attempted to shake off the wave of pain that ran through his body from the fall, his vision blurred from what could've bee...

"GAME ON" Rascal roared, slamming his pulse rifle into his shoulder as he took aim at the swarm rushing towards the marines. Several grenade rounds popped off, causing the bridge to quake, but his aim was true, his rounds slapping into several of the demons' hides; yet no matter how many of the sho...

"Go on ahead Joe; Ill cover you!" Rascal grunted, backpedalling as he took aim towards the end of the bridge. This was just his luck- first op out and it turns into a clusterfuck. He was vaguely aware of Pitt's orders, choosing to go with what he could remember the marine saying. He kept his rifle ...

"Eichler; hang on man!" Rascal shouted, rushing over to his squadmate's side. His heart dropped with the el-tee, almost sure that they had lost their commander there. His mind whirled in panic, wondering just what the hell they were supposed to do. 2nd's team leader was unresponsive, pulse fire rat...

Rascal couldnt believe his eyes. Within moments, the platoon was split apart by nightmarish creatures that should not, and could not, possibly exist. Pulse fire and incoherent shouts over the comms rang out in his helmet, forcing him to drop to the deck. He lifted his own rifle, but shook off the no...

Rascal, silent for majority of the debacle, finally couldn't hold it in. "Seriously? Why can't anything ever be simple?" he muttered aloud to noone in particular, taking a step onto the bridge in order to "test" it for himself, not that he didn't trust Obi, he just knew his luck was alot worse than ...

Rascal, humming nonchalantly as he slid down the slope, landed in a puff of asteroid dust. He cursed mentally as he noticed the gnarly powder coating his suit, then took a glance around at the other Marines., finally catching the sight before him. "Whoa," was all he found himself exclaiming, no witt...

Join the Marines, see new worlds, blow em up. You owe it to yourself to enjoy the little things, Rascal. Rascal took in the sight of the planet ahead, never quite finding placement in either category of awe or disbelief. The el-tee's outburst shattered his daydreaming, alerting him of possible chan...

One minute Rascal was dreaming of a sandy beach, a nice brew, and the sound of waves, the next he was in good ol monotonous reality. Piercing white light stabbed towards his eyes as he sat up, his mind subconsciously making note of the temperature difference in the room. I hate these damn coolers. M...