Given the tidings of recent events it was deemed necessary to send out the Munchers on their first combat patrol of A15. Given that it rains about 80% of the time in this zombie rain-forest world, we determined it best to go with a poncho, and a spare house.
After organizing the teams and heading out, we quickly realize that we failed to supply ourselves with a couple canoes. Swimming is good exercise though, or so I hear, therefore... after a couple miles of good exercise we finally make it to shore, drenched through our poncho and spare house, and going into hypothermia. A quick little fire helped resolve that. ... However, if the enemy was posted on the nearby hill I can only imagine what they would be thinking as a flaming Cookie Monster suddenly lights up the night, running around and jumping like a puppy trying to grab a suspended treat. What can I say, I was really cold, and that fire felt sooo good. That's all I gotta say about that.
We arrive at the combat zone and arrange our equipment. First boogie is identified. Then we stalk into shooting positions and PrivateBarnes calls out *two* boogies and makes the first two kills of the mission. Gwinnbleidd gets hit first and goes down. Then I only get a couple seconds of warning, and I'm down. "I'm taking fire," I say, and then *Wham* everything goes bloody. "Man down. I'm down, watch yourself." And then I look at the text feed and I see 'PrivateBarnes kills CMonster' (friendly fire)... So, after some laughs and some apologies we get ourselves back into position. One thing I will say, Barnes has a good shot. He hit me clean and there wasn't a whole lot of suffering. As a militant, gotta appreciate that. I mean a clean shot is a clean shot. My fault anyway. I should have called out my advance (always hard to admit a mistake ;0).
I gotta send out a big salute to Gwinnbleidd though, and if anyone sees him (if it's a her then I apologize) online tell him I said so. Only been on the server for like 10 days but this guy is a fighter. No fear --> he came out with his guns ready. As per standard protocol when I run patrols we don't loot death bags so I hope all lost inventory was recovered. Gwinnbleidd also lodged a few rounds in my chest too, so don't think the guy wasn't giving us a fight. At one point I had to hide behind a boulder or meet my maker. Gwinnbleidd, we salute you.
Gotta send out a salute to Mr. Sommers too, the most dodgiest, jumpyest, jack-rabbityest player on the server. Now maybe my scope is bent but I just couldn't get a solid shot on the guy. I know I hit him numerous times cause I could see the little red geysers spitting out of him, but he just kept on energizer-bunny-running without slowing down. I gotta get myself a couple of the batteries that are keeping him going, and going, and going. Power my house for a year off those things.
After that we moved into town proper, but everything seemed to be silent. Horde night was rolling in, and we determined to fight it out on the streets with knives, sledges, and a machette (I think he still had ammo in his machette). I wish I could thump my chest on this feat of bravery, but the "horde" night gave us about 7 zombies. So.. we were pretty much hording them to get the kills. It must have been terrifying for the zombies. They sit down at their computers and log onto Ground Zero for the red moon party. Then suddenly they are getting stabbed, hammered, and chopped to pieces by crazed humans in impenetrable armor. I kinda felt bad for them actually. Don't worry though, we didn't let them suffer, long...