D-38 Boss

You all know Bnus is in fact The Overseer of Vault 343, right?

Name: Bnus Bnurson Gender: Sourdough-sexual Age: Stale Weapon of choice: Sesame Seed Scattergun

*Ty is beamed up, out of existence, to a higher purpose* ABANDON THREAD

Ty finally stumbles his way past the ruckus of Bravo team to where his own team is assembling. "Gunnery Sergeant MacMillan." He says, nodding to the others. "I'll be the one patching you up in between my busy schedule of running and not dying." He shifts his pack, rattling the admittedly unnecessary amount of equipment he carries. "So... What's the deal?"

EK. FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS PARTIALLY, MOSTLY, AND COMPLETELY HOLY, START THE RP.

You do realize the "Death or Glory" Speech loses impact when your team has medic's who can revive you, right?

Er... indeed. what now?

Name: Tyler "Ty" Mitchell MacMillan Race: Human Class: Medic (ODST, 22nd Shock Troop Battalion, Bullfrogs) Weapon(s) of choice: M45D Tactical Shotgun, M6G, M319 Individual Grenade Launcher (Smoke Deployment Grenades), Jetpack Characteristics: Black Hair, Thick chin goatee, Small stature (5 feet 7 inches, roughly 140 pounds), Extremely Agile. Armor: Backstory: Although he is a relatively new member of the ODSTs, MacMillan is no stranger to combat. Although he is a competent combatant, his primary role in the Bullfrogs is CASEVAC; Retrieving casualties, and removing them from danger before administering medical aid. To this degree, he wears a special harness to assist in carrying wounded soldiers, and a modified Jetpack with higher thrust to assist in moving them.

[Reserved]

How do you feel being a leader of the community? Artichokes. How has being in the position you are in now effected how you are on site? Robocop 2 What makes this site important enough for you to put so much time into it? How has the community changed you? Tight Pants. What drives you to go the extra mile for all of these people you have never met before? Bread Crumbs. Hope that clears things up for ya. Good wish.

Good... our aggressive recruitment program is coming along just fine.... Welcome to the community.

Hey man, Welcome to the community. Also, your first mistake.... was signing up for Waypoint.

Welcome to the Community.

One of my favorite games off all times. Also, 200 meters is not that unheard of for a shotgun. I do have to question randomly talking about a game that came out in '08. Not that I'm complaining. Love me some Rainbow Six.

That's awesome, but could you move the "D-38 Boss" text above the little mask there? I don't want it blocked.

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So, yeah. As per usual, I've started another project. I have no title for it right now, but here's the Prologue: I can't tell if I've been here six months, or six years. They say prison time goes slower if you count the days, so I guess that can account for it. Hell, I don't even know what time it is. My cell is in the solitary wing. No windows, no contact with anyone other than the guards, and hardly any light. I spend most of my time trying to keep sharp. Jumping jacks, squats, whatever. Anything that can get my heart rate up since I don't get any yard time. From what little the guards will say to me, I know I'm locked up on Rikers Island, in New York on Earth. I never had a trial. As far as I know, they wanted me locked away before I had time to organize my OWN breakout. They'd been after me for years though. I'd spent years, blindly following the Insurrectionist doctrine, Planning breakouts of political prisoners, PoW's, anybody the Insurrectionists decided they needed freed. I got damn good at it too. From local precinct lock-ups to entire prison camps, I could organize a near fool-proof plan to get anyone inside out. Doesn't really work as well on the inside, though. And seeing as the Innie's left me here to rot, I guess I won't be getting out at all. I never really did see eye to eye with their xenophobic view of things. I never held any contempt for the UNSC. Far as I saw, they did good things for Mankind. Only the Innies held to their old, rather racist ways. I guess I just got used to it. Not like I had a choice. I was born into an Insurrectionist farming commune. From day one, they pounded their ideals into our heads; taught us to fight, trained our minds and bodies. I never really had time, nor the inclination to think of what else was out there. They also say prison gives a man too much time to think. I think it gave me just enough time. Who knows the damage I caused over the course of my little career of terrorism? In the name of what? Racist separation? Keeping cultures separate? Doesn't seem worth a damn now that I look at it in hindsight. It was pretty big news the day the UNSC finally caught me. Seems every Holo-site was blaring with cheers of “MENACE CAUGHT: Gregory Doyle; Insurrectionist Mastermind: Behind Bars.” I guess the UNSC has some pretty good PR teams. Since then, I've been disconnected from the events of the universe. According to one of the few guards who will actually speak to me, It's so I can't utilize anything I might see on the news or the like to organize a breakout. Other than that, I get simple food, no utensils, nothing. So, when I heard boots marching toward my isolation cell, I figured it was lunchtime. Or dinner. Or breakfast. Whatever. “On your feet, Doyle.” I heard through the slot on the door. “It's your lucky day.” “Double rations?” I said with a smirk as I walked toward the door; intent on retrieving whatever tasteless paste they decided to give me today. I had to admit, I was stunned to hear the locks on the door clicking open. The heavy metal door slowly slid open, and a UNSC Marine waved to me. “Let's go, Doyle. Your number's come up.” “My number?” I said, stepping forward cautiously, sticking out my hands to be cuffed. “Don't ask too many questions.” The marine said, waving me in front of him. “You'll find out what this is all about in a bit.”

Welcome to the Community.

Also, based on Ledgend's answers, I am legendary.