Heinlien and Hobbar's magical adventure

David finished up in the radio tent, packed up his stuff and headed out. He wandered over too the mess hall, intent on getting some chow. His stomach had complained at him the entire time he had been sorting out the radio, and it was time to quiet it. He wandered in, pack over one shoulder and spotted Sergeant Hobbar off to one side. He grabbed some food, and sat down next to the sergeant.
"Afternoon sergeant. having fun now we're finally in country?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a camera, placing it on the table. "Wanna go have some fun with the POG's?"

"Afternoon sergeant. having fun now we're finally in country?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a camera, placing it on the table. "Wanna go have some fun with the POG's?"

Michael smiled, "It's Staff Sergeant now, David." Michael laughed, he pointed at his food, "Let me finish my meal...then we'll unleash on those POGs." Michael chucked and hurried up to finish his meal.

After finishing the food on his plate, Michael got up and walked outside the tent, "So, what do you got in plan?"

"Sorry Staff Sergeant" David calls out, grinning at Hobbar. They finished their meals and wandered out of the mess.

"So, what do you got in plan?"

"Well. I'm think we get a smoke grenade, and we find a tent fulla POG's. You turn up in full MOPP gear, sprint through the tent, and drop the smoke, shouting "GAS, GAS, GAS". I'll film the fucking POG's falling over themselves trying to get the hell out. Sound like fun sergeant?"

David Heinlien wrote:"Well. I'm think we get a smoke grenade, and we find a tent fulla POG's. You turn up in full MOPP gear, sprint through the tent, and drop the smoke, shouting "GAS, GAS, GAS". I'll film the fucking POG's falling over themselves trying to get the hell out. Sound like fun sergeant?"

By now Michael burst into laughter. "Sounds fucking game on." Michael let the two, "Let me draw some MOPP gear from supply. It'll be damn hot, but if we pull this off it'll be so damn worth it."

After a few minutes and a few layers later, Michael was fully suited up in Level 5 MOPP protection, jacket, overtrousers, overboots, gloves, mask...the whole 9 yards. In a Ghost from Starcraft voice, Michael looked at Heinlien and said, "Never'll know what hit 'em" Michael let Heinlien lead them to some POGs.

David waited while Hobbar suited up, then started wandering towards a tent he had identified as full of chickenshit, and therefore full of POG's.
"It must be hot in there Sergeant, you ok?"
They got to the tent and stood about ten metres off. David slipped the camera out of a pouch, switched it on and flicked it into film mode.
"Ok sarge. Get ready to run, and I'll be ready to film. This is so going on youtube. And remember to dump the grenade halfway through."

David Heinlien wrote:
"It must be hot in there Sergeant, you ok?"

Michael frowned, though Heinlien wouldn't see it. "It's sooooo fucking hot in this Piece of Shit chicken outfit...but this is going to be amazing." Michael got in position outside the POG tent. He held a smoke grenade in his hand and got ready to throw it.

David Heinlien wrote:"Ok sarge. Get ready to run, and I'll be ready to film. This is so going on youtube. And remember to dump the grenade halfway through."

"I'll roll the grenade in, let it open up for a second then I'll rush in." Michael said. Michael pulled the pin of the smoke grenade then rolled it in. The canister popped and released smoke. After about a second, Michael jolted into the POG tent, "GAS GAS GAS!" The POG Marines looked scared shitless. They screamed and scrambled trying to get out or find a gas mask, but to no avail, Michael stood tall and blocked the door.

Secretly Michael was laughing, but he did a good job at hiding it. He screamed, "Whats the matter with you! You're dicks are falling off! MOOOVE!"

David watched as the Sergeant ran into the tent and freaked the hell out of a load of POG's. All you could see on the camera was this big black silhouette of Hobbar, with a load of POG's scrambling around in the smoke behind him. David laughed, amused by the POG's scrabbling, watching as they panicked in the smoke, trapped by the Sergeant.
"Ah, let 'em out Sergeant. Lets see if they can find their way out of there own tent" He called.

Marcus Patterson wrote:((OOC: I'll like to point out a few things. One: he is a Staff Sergeant and you never call one of those a SERGEANT. Anything above Sergeant is NOT referred to as Sergeant. That's the U.S. Army. Secondly, the term "Sarge" is U.S. Army exclusive and is not used in the Marines. You'd get your shit kicked for even saying it. That is all.))

My character doesn't care much. Don't worry about it

David Heinlien wrote:"Ah, let 'em out Sergeant. Lets see if they can find their way out of there own tent" He called.

Michael laughed, "Alright..." Jokingly, Michael retorted, "Have to take away all the fun?" Michael stepped out of the threshold and moved outside. By now, Michael was sticky beyond belief from sweat. Michael tore off his gas mask and took off his MOPP blouse. Michael's face as bright red and his skin shiny. "Fuck its hot in that Piece of Shit."

"Then get that shit off, You couldn't pay me too go near it in this heat." David laughed as they wandered away from the pissed off POG's.
"Lets go get this shit on youtube. You coming Sergeant?"

David Heinlien wrote:"Lets go get this shit on youtube. You coming Sergeant?"

"Oh you know it." Michael said. He led the young RTO towards the communications tent. The tent was set up with 3 rows of computers with 5 computers per row where Marines and Sailors could get online to stay in touch with their friends and loved ones back home. The tent was mostly empty, most Marines were busy getting settled in or what not. Michael and Heinlien quickly found a empty terminal and logged online to youtube.
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"Alright...let's see." Michael said, he inserted the SD card and then began uploading the video.

ooc. I think this thread is pretty much done. If you've got anything else to add go for it, then I'm going to close it.