Okay, so here's the arpeg. What do you think? Battlefront 1861
Battlefront: The military sector in which actual combat takes place. The American Civil War began on April 12, 1861 when the Confederate assault on Fort Sumter brought tensions between the northern states of the USA and the southern states of the USA to a boil, finally kicking off the bloodiest conflict in United States history, and in only four years had claimed the lives of anywhere between 618,000 to 700,000 Americans. Now, it is your turn to enter the war. You must fight for the Confederates or the Union, and turn the tide of the War Between the States.
Name: First and last name, please. Middle name optional. Do not include rank. Age: 14-60. Neither army was very picky about who they allowed to enlist. They needed everyone they could get. Side: Confederate or Union. Home State: Not required. Connected to "side". Rank: Private, unless your class is Officer, in which case you start off as a Lieutenant. Health: 50/50 Class: Look below to see the classes. Skill: See "Classes" Perk: You can have one perk. Check below, in Perks. Weapon: See "Classes". Clothing: Confederate Uniform or Union Uniform, according to your side, Haversack(kind of like a backpack, it's what you carry your stuff in). Other Equipment: Bedroll, Canteen, Rations[1 week]. For the rest, see Classes. Allies/Troops: See Classes.
Classes(all the classes are the same for either side). Cavalryman: The horse-riding branch of the military. Used as reconnaissance, or to harrass the enemy slowly but surely, so that they will either slow down or stop. Starts out with a Trained Horse, a Pistol[2/2], and a Saber. Skill is "Horsemanship", the ability to train a horse for battle, and skillfully ride it. Officer: The high-ranking commanders of the battlefield. Used as an in-combat commander, the Officer not only commands troops, but can take out enemies of their own. Starts out with a Saber, a Pistol[2/2], and 10 Troops. Skill is "Command", to control troops on the same side as you to do what you tell them to. Infantryman: The on-foot backbone of the war. Used for nearly everything, from defense to offense to drawn-out battles. Starts out with a Musket[5/5], and a Bayonet. Skill is "Sharpshooter", the ability to reload your weapon faster and aim more accurately. Artilleryman: The "big guns" of the war. The artillerymen must work as a seamless team, because it takes five or so people to operate a cannon, but when it works, it can take out nearly anything. Used for offense or defense. Starts out with a Cannon, a Snake(sharp, swordlike tool that they use to load the cannon, but can also be used as a makeshift weapon), Flint and Tinder, 5 allies, and a Knife. Skill is "Heavy Artillery", which is the ability to load and fire cannons and mortars accurately and more quickly than untrained people trying to operate them. Other: You can create your own class, HOWEVER, it must be approved by me. Please attempt to make it historically accurate and do not make it overpowered.
Perks: A perk is a little something extra. You can gain perks throughout the game by doing amazing feats, but most of you are going to end up with only the perk you pick at the beginning, so choose wisely! Your perk(s) are what set you apart from other soldiers just like you. Sharp: Players with the "Sharp" perk are more skilled with a sword, and can wield it much more efficiently than soldiers without the perk. Resiliency: Players with the "Resiliency" perk are not only more resistant to disease, but if they do get it, it does less damage and goes away quicker. Plus, they can go longer without food, water, and sleep without feeling the effects. Squeaky Clean: Players with the "Squeaky Clean" perk automatically take much better care of all their weapons, meaning they're less likely to malfunction(and blow up in your face). Locked and Loaded: Players with the "Locked and Loaded" perk are better with small arms like pistols, meaning they're more accurate with a pistol and fire faster. Other: As with classes, you can make your own perk, but also as with classes, it must be accurate, not overpowered, and must be approved by me.
Also: I know that in the Civil War, disease actually killed many more people than bullets. However, just to make this interesting, you can and must find some way to make sure that your character doesn't get sick(they will, just not with a fatal disease, as long as you take precautions. If you have Resiliency, chances are you won't even get a minor disease). So, read up, and find out how you can save your character's life with some common sense!
Moderators: This game will start out with one moderator, Piester22, who helped me create this RPG by supplying accurate historical information. He can play the game, but can also respond to other players' scenarios(of course, Pie, you should be fair or you won't be a mod for long) and will also be giving you a dossier before each battle. As the game goes on, I may or may not add more moderators.
Any questions, comments, suggestions, or anything, feel free to post!
Name: Samuel L. Jackson Age: 28 Side: Confederate Home State: Georgia Rank: Lieutenant. Health: 50/50 Class: Officer Skill: Command Perk: Resiliency Weapon: Flintlock Musket, Saber Clothing: Confederate Uniform , Haversack. Other Equipment: Bedroll, Canteen, Rations[1 week]. Allies/Troops: 7 troops
Journal of Lt. Samuel L. Jackson of the Confederate Army Battle of Bull Run I picked up the injured man, being that he couldn't walk, and slung him over my back. With all my equipment and whatnot, it was difficult to carry him but if I wanted him back in camp I had no other choice. As I walked, I talked to him. "I'm helping you back to my camp," I explained. "Of course," he sighed. "You're going to be my personal prisoner," I continued. "I guess I should thank you?" "I'll make sure you're taken care of." "That's interesting," he replied finally. "I thought you were supposed to ship prisoners off to the prisoner camps...all the time. No exceptions? Oh, why am I talking? It's another nail on my coffin." "Look," I exclaimed, pointing. "It's our camp." Grey-uniformed soldiers milled about, cleaning their weapons, sharpening bayonets, preparing for battle. "Just get me in there," he grunted, shutting his eyes tightly. "I know I need medical help...I wish it wasn't coming from you Rebels, but it's better than dying." I deposited him at the medical tent and reported in to the captain. "Sir, I have intel for you-" "Uhmm...Lieutenant?" "Yes, sir?" "You return with an injured Yankee and still no team?" I swore. *end of page* What will you do?
Name: Samuel L. Jackson Age: 28 Side: Confederate Home State: Georgia Rank: Lieutenant. Health: 50/50 Class: Officer Skill: Command Perk: Resiliency Weapon: Flintlock Musket, Saber Clothing: Confederate Uniform , Haversack. Other Equipment: Bedroll, Canteen, Rations[1 week]. Allies/Troops: 7 troops
>.> tell him the intel anyway, make sure the Yank gets taken care of and doesn't get shipped off, and then go back for the team >.>
shouldn't they come back either way??? if i wasn't there, as you said, shouldn't they have already gone back to camp either way, assuming i was captured, killed or whatnot???
Name:Phillip Vasquez Age: 14 Side:Confederate Home State: Florida Rank: Private Health: 45/50 Class: cavalryman Skill: horsemanship Perk: Locked and Loaded Weapon: Pistol(4/6) Clothing: Confederate Uniform Haversack: *contains the equipment in the "other" category. Other Equipment: Bedroll, Canteen, Rations[1 week], Saber, Trained horse Allies/Troops: None
Journal of Pvt. Phillip Vasquez of the Confederate Army Battle of Fort Sumter I was out cold for almost the entire procedure...I woke up once, and there wasn't much to see. The tent as it'd been before, some doctors standing over me, but otherwise, nothing. I stood up and started to leave, but the field doctor who'd talked to me earlier caught my shoulder, stopping me short. "Where are you going?" he asked me. "I have to get back to the battlefield," I replied to him. "Sonny, we've already won the Battle of Fort Sumter," the doctor said, laughing. "The Union just yielded to us." "The battle's over?" I repeated, flabbergasted. "Afraid so," the doctor answered. *end of page* What will you do?
Journal of Pvt. Jesse McCrory of the Confederate Army July 20th, 1861 I kept well out of his reach. Every time he lunged, jabbed, or cut, it didn't matter, because I danced just out of his reach again. He swore in frustration, and charged at me. I had just enough time to be surprised when he tackled me to the ground. I tumbled to the dirt, with him on top of me. He began pointing his snake down to stab me with it, but I grabbed his wrist and wouldn't let go. Then, I kicked him off me, and jumped back onto my feet as quickly as possible. With a roar of frustration, the Yankee just threw his snake at me. I barely dodged it, and even as it was, it impaled me in the arm. I narrowly escaped having my throat stuck. I cursed, but now the Yankee was weaponless. He ran off, kicking up a cloud of dust in his wake. *end of page* What will you do?
Name: James Brown Age: 21 Side: Union Home State: NY Rank: Captain. Health: 11/50 Class: Officer Skill: Command Perk: Locked and Loaded Weapon: Musket[3/5], A Saber Clothing: Union Uniform, Haversack Other Equipment: Bedroll, Canteen, Rations[1 week],A Revolver[6/6], Confederate Officer Hat Allies/Troops: 9
Journal of Capt. James Brown of the Union Army Battle of Bull Run I left the tent and went to the trenches where the soldiers were digging. A corporal was overseeing the trenches, and several privates or PFCs stood or crouched in the mud and muck, scooping away shovelfuls of the stuff. There were two groups of soldiers; one group was resting, the other was digging. "Corporal!" I called to the overseer. He straightened up and saluted stiffly. "Sir!" he replied. "Get me a shovel, Corporal," I told him. "What, sir?" he asked, confused. "What do you think I'm gonna do with a shovel, Corporal? I'm gonna help dig this trench!" "Yes, sir!" the corporal nodded, "we can use all the help we can get, sir." He made a gesture and shouted something to one of the privates in the trench. The private clambered up from the trench, which was nearing 2 feet in depth and 10 feet in length, and handed me his shovel. Then he walked over to the resting group of soldiers and laid down, exhausted. I jumped down into the trench, and almost immediately, slipped and fell. My navy blue uniform was darkened with several splotches of mud. I heard some sniggers from the privates, but they were quickly silenced with a glare from the corporal. Indignant, I stood up and dug my shovel into the mud. I would show them that an officer was just as capable of menial labor as they were, and that they would do it as a sign of respect. "It's good to have you here, sir," the PFC next to me said, after several minutes. "Thank you, PFC," I replied. He shook his head and smiled. "Why are you doing this?" the PFC asked. "Morale," I replied simply, shrugging. "I thought it might help if I was in the same muck they were." "Makes sense," the PFC replied. "But it's really the poor men in the medical tents that need a morale boost sir, if I might say so." "Speaking of this muck, why is it so muddy in here?" I asked, "it's not like it rained or something." "Corporal Lansing," the PFC told me, indicating the corporal overseeing the dig, "told us to pour some water onto the dig. That way, instead of hard packed dirt, we've got soft, spongy mud, and besides, the deeper we get, the more watery it gets. It might be messy, but it's a good idea." "And what's with the mud being stacked on either side of the trench?" I asked the PFC. "Well, right now it's just the mud we've dug up. But once the trench is completed, we are going to put in some constructs to keep the structure stable, then put mud on top of the trench." "Why would you do that?" "Camouflage, of course. They won't be able to see us when we're shooting them." "Whose idea was that?" "Corporal Lansing's idea, again." "Huh. What's your name, PFC?" "PFC Smith of Massachusetts, sir." "Great," I said, nodding. Then, Cpl. Lansing called to someone from the rest group to relieve PFC Smith. He grinned and handed his relief the shovel. It was only then that I noticed how bloody and blistered his hands were, and how equally bloody and blistered the hands of everyone digging were. I wondered if there was any way to help that. *end of page*
Hm. Apparently AG thinks that snigger is racist. Lol. It's like that unnecessary bleepage video; they're not saying anything bad, but the censors make you think they are.
Name: Samuel L. Jackson Age: 28 Side: Confederate Home State: Georgia Rank: Lieutenant. Health: 50/50 Class: Officer Skill: Command Perk: Resiliency Weapon: Flintlock Musket, Saber Clothing: Confederate Uniform , Haversack. Other Equipment: Bedroll, Canteen, Rations[1 week]. Allies/Troops: 7 troops
Journal of Lt. Samuel L. Jackson of the Confederate Army Battle of Bull Run I told him what intel I had managed to gather so far. "The Yankees seem to have guards posted on every side, but they can be bypassed. They are digging something on the side of the camp facing us, all I saw of it was a lot of dirt. There's a few clumps of trees, bushes, and boulders to take cover in. The command tent is in the center, to the left is the medical tent and to the right is the armory. All three tents are guarded." "Good job, Lieutenant," the captain told me. "But one of the soldiers from your group has just told me something very interesting." "What's that?" "He stayed back longer than you did, and so did the rest of the Confederate recon. He saw General McDowell leaving the camp in the direction of Washington. He said that it's for more reinforcements anad ammunition." "So?" "So, if someone can intercept Gen. McDowell en route to DC, we would have a clear advantage. Are you up for it?" *end of page* What will you do?
Name: James Brown Age: 21 Side: Union Home State: NY Rank: Captain. Health: 11/50 Class: Officer Skill: Command Perk: Locked and Loaded Weapon: Musket[3/5], A Saber Clothing: Union Uniform, Haversack Other Equipment: Bedroll, Canteen, Rations[1 week],A Revolver[6/6], Confederate Officer Hat Allies/Troops: 9
Mabye put bandages on thier hands if we don't got any gloves.
Name:Phillip Vasquez Age: 14 Side:Confederate Home State: Florida Rank: Private Health: 45/50 Class: cavalryman Skill: horsemanship Perk: Locked and Loaded Weapon: Pistol(4/6) Clothing: Confederate Uniform Haversack: *contains the equipment in the "other" category. Other Equipment: Bedroll, Canteen, Rations[1 week], Saber, Trained horse Allies/Troops: None
Journal of Pvt. Phillip Vasquez of the Confederate Army April 13, 1861 I got up with some difficulty, still being sore and wrapped up in more bandages than a mummy, and made my way to the nearest commanding officer. That happened to be General Beauregard, the leader of the assault himself. "Sir!" I greeted him, saluting. "As you were," Gen. Beauregard told me. "What is it, Private?" "What happened, sir?" I asked. "What happened to Fort Sumter?" "Well...when the Yankees took our cannons out, we were severely crippled, and we couldn't mount an outside attack any longer. So we sent all of our troops into the building itself in a risky counter-offensive. Luckily, it paid off. We captured several Yankee troops and killed many others until we finally had control of Fort Sumter itself. Their commander didn't surrender, we ended up having to kill him. I guess he thought that the Yankee army could still win, since they had the advantage earlier in the battle. Well, he was sorely mistaken." "Indeed, sir," I replied, smiling. "Now get going, private! We both have more important things to do than stand around chatting all day." I saluted again, then left. Fort Sumter was crumbling, but it was still recognizable. Other than a few holes in the walls, and bodies strewn throughout, it looked the same as before the battle. That, and of course the most important addition; a Confederate flag waving proudly in the air, placed on the roof of the fort, an indication of our victory, the first blood in the war. *end of page* What will you do?
Journal of Pvt. Jesse McCrory of the Confederate Army July 20th, 1861 I pulled the overseer's newfound musket off my back, then crouched to the ground, wincing with pain as I took aim at the retreating enemy. I shot at him, however the snake sticking out of my shoulder impeded me, and instead of shooting him in the back as I'd planned, he was shot in the butt. He fell to the ground briefly, but being that there was nothing important where I'd shot him, he just got up and ran away, albeit with a limping gait. I cursed and fired again, but this time I had no time to aim and the shot went wild, missing him by a wide margin. I finally conceded defeat and slung the musket over my back again. I set down my bayonet, and gritting my teeth, took hold of the snake with both hands and yanked it out. With a howl of pain from me, the snake came loose, freed from my shoulder and now in my hands. Bloody and wounded, I dropped the snake to the ground and clutching my shoulder, stood back up again. *end of page* What will you do?
rip a small amount of linen from my uniform [im gonna have to pick up some extra bandaids next time im in camp] and wrap it tightly around my shoulder, stuff the snake in my haversack and begin to head back to the battle.
