Hello everyone, first of all, I didn´t really know where to post this, but I guess I am not too off in the "Space Marines" section Ok, here we go... This is a little game I sometimes played with a my TT companions when preparing battles. It´s pretty easy, and in some cases real masterpieces were born It is not a game in usual terms! But let me explain: THE RULES: At first there is a scenario -> e.g. "Heretic Soldiers are incoming, they swarm the whole battlefield and the Marines of the [insert whatever you like] Chapter prepare for the bloodiest battle this world has seen so far..." Depending on how much time you want to invest this can be a whole story or just one sentence like above. The scenario also changes after a while. -> either the same scenario continues (after this battle, another battle) -> or, a whole new scenario is created When to post a new scenario? ->Either there are no more new posts in the thread about that scenario for two days OR at least 3 people are asking for a change. Now here is the tricky part: Whoever creates the scenario, decides how many letters are allowed to be used (e.g. 4,5,6 .. 120...etc...) at max. ! However, this limitation does not influence descriptions! An exemple will follow below. Why is it called "The Speech - A Chaplain Game"?: I guess this is not too hard to understand YOU, Battle-Brother, are the Chaplain leading this [insert: Squad, little group of survivors, etc.}] and need to find the right words to encourage your Brothers and prepare them for what is coming next! Extra Info: It is at all times allowed to discuss posts, but please not in an excessive negative way! Not everyone is as creative as others! Thanks for your understanding! So, as promised, an example! Let´s take the one written above: "Heretic Soldiers are incoming, they swarm the whole battlefield and the Marines of the [insert whatever you like] Chapter prepare for the bloodiest battle this world has seen so far..." The limit is set with: #112 {With his remaining eye he stares across the battlefield, knowing he and his brothers might fall this day! But before the last breath leaves his genetically advanced body, there is one more thing to do!} BROTHERS! We came in small numbers and YET they did not overrun us! And YET they did not take this world out of our cold, dead hands! {He turned and looked at the helmets of his men, getting to know every single one of them in the last month of fighting, killing and dying...} They killed many of us BUT YET they did not kill us all when they had the chance... and we all know, this was their last mistake! {He could almost see them smiling} And now Brothers, PREPARE! For the light of the holy EMPEROR shall guide your sword, shall guide your Bolter, shall guide your fists, shall guide your teeth! For we will fight with whatever we have! We will make them pay for being traitors! WE WILL MAKE THEM PAY FOR BEING ALIVE! NO MERCY! NO SURVIVORS! BURN THE HERETIC! {and so it began...} So as you can see, the descriptions in {..} do not count! Have fun with this! Feel free to post the first scenario!
"In the battle for Carrion Gulf. The Black Templars attempt to annihilate followers of Tzeentch before they can unearth two Titans as well as call reinforcements. A squad has been sent to flank a known Chaos held position while the main force shatters their entrenched bulk. The maneuver was anticipated and spilled blood quickly ensued." {Many sword-brothers have fallen and the squad is only half its strength. Now surrounded, the chaos horde pause and part as their dark god's Champion approaches and proceeds to gloat, telling the Astartes to surrender their souls to eternal torment. The Black Templar chaplain roars through his vox as he fires a bolt through the chaos Champion's hissing mouth} "I am the Emperor's Chosen! And I see enough Astartes here to stand in defiance of traitorous filth!" {One by one, a Black Templar falls but make no mistake of the blood price the traitors pay in kind; however, the Chapter brothers are all laughing over their vox, mocking the enemy, knowing that they go to their deaths with their mission to buy the main force time is complete} "We have come to fight for the Emperor! And the Emperor's Chosen, we are! What will we do to bask in His glory?! WE WILL FIGHT AND DIE AS BROTHERS! Yes! We may die! Falter now and forever be disgraced. Your last breaths would be to barter all your past crusades for one chance, just one chance, to come back here as true Emperor's Chosen and tell our enemies that they may take our lives but they will NEVER SURVIVE THE DAY!"
