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[William]

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[Killington]

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The Life of William Irvine, Savior of Scotland.

William Irvine was born in the summer of 1783, the son of a poor Scottish farmer and Irish mother and to a family of 4. He spent his life there until the age of 16, after this he ran away from home after stealing the family musket. Wandering aimlessly in the dark he was able to elude the trackers his parents had hired. For 6 months he traveled, musket in hand, clutching it with the only strength he had. Traveling from Scotland he finally reached Dublin where he made a living as a craftsmen. Spending the next three years of his life as an apprentice for an experience craftsmen named Eoin Macloud. Learning how to make different creations he finally settled on the art of gun making. He took pride in his ability to make rifles and sold them for a hefty price to the highest bidder. Amassing a large wealth of over 50000 pounds, he finally retired from craftsmanship and retired to his homeland of Scotland. There he spent his days practicing his shooting with the musket that he had kept for so long. He hunted and lived a life of luxury but this was all to change.

It was the night of November the 8th, 1800. Twas the dead of night when William heard the sound of hooves galloping through the night. Upon hearing this he reached under his bed, grabbed his trusty weapon, and crawled to the windows to see the ruckus. He could not see much but from what he was able to tell it was a messenger, perhaps English in nature from the crest he saw on the mans coat. He dismounted his horse, then grabbed what appeared to be a scoll and walked towards the front of his house. Irvine didn't know what to expect so he did what he had done so often before, he took the initiative. Charging through the door he leveled his musket at the man's chest demanding why he intruded upon his property. Nervously the man explained that he had come to explain that the King was raising a detachment of Scots to form a regiment so that they may help in a new war, one that could jeopardize the entire Island and surrounding areas. Although of shaking loyalties, Irvine knew his duty to his fellow countrymen. Perhaps he could one day help his countrymen to freedom, but for know, he would have to earn his stripes on the plains of battle.

On March the 2nd, 1801, Irvine finally reached London where he enlisted in the British Army. Rumors had spread that a french men had taken all of Italy and inflicted heavy defeats on Austria's armies. Astounded that a french men could do such a thing, for what were they, but failures in his eyes. Unable to free the Scots in the middle ages he saw no reason to destroy them, nor help them. However, he had not come all this way to do nothing. He enlisted and was awarded an officer position in the 71st Fraser's Highlander Regiment. From there he was drilled by his fellow colleagues and became a hardened officer, unwavering in line, willing to do what it had to take to protect his homeland. It was then that England was forced to deal, with the now, Emperor of France.

In the fall of 1803, William and a contingent of 100 men boarded ship and prepared for Sweden. The King there had requested the help of British Officers and rankers to train his men. Sailing on only a small sloop, the men were crammed but knew their duty. However, on the 5th night, nearing the Dutch coast they were woken by the sounds of cannon fire. Water splashed as cannon balls hit the water near their boat, the wood splintered as it was hit. Men shouted and screamed as many were impaled by thousands of wood splinters and others fearing for their lives abandoned ship. William on the other hand knew his duty. He was able to take command of the ship and using his comprehensive knowledge of the arrow keys, was able to steer the ship to shore. However, less then a hundred yards from shore a cannonball ripped through the hull of the sloop causing it take water and list to the port side. He grabbed his musket that he had for so long kept, and dived into the ocean and swam to land. Upon landing there he was confronted by a contingent of French Fusiliers. At gunpoint and with his musket full of water he was forced to surrender.

Captured and imprisoned, he was locked away in a French prison. There he spent the next three months of his life, locked away, isolated, alone. Learning but a little French from what he was able to catch from the guards. However, fate was on his side, on the eve of one day, he was approached by a Scot, however, not any Scot, William was able to tell who he was, it was one of the famed "Royal étrangers". Rebellious Strangers who left their homeland in the hope of freeing it by battling England as soldiers to her most bitter foe. The man spoke soft English but with no Scottish accent. The man explained that he was the son of Scottish parents who moved to France to escape the tax collectors. Here his father joined the étrangers and battled the English. Severely wounded he limped back to his wife who patched him up. He retired from combat but his sons had other ideas. All 5 joined the étrangers like their father, but 3 were killed in engagements with the English and the other wounded too deeply to fight any longer. The last one, Jean Valjean, took it upon himself to avenge his family and free Scotland, the land he had never seen, yet fought so much for. He explained to William that he could join seeing as he knew far more English than himself.

After months more of training, William was given an Non-Commissioned Officer rank in the Royals. He fought in numerous engagements against the Prusssians in the east,  showing immense courage under pressure and even taking charge when his senior officer was killed in action from a riflemen. He lead his company to safety and then proceeded to launch an attack on the enemies right flank where they routed off four companies of Prussian Fusiliers. They were warmly received by their French comrades and even gained medals for their valiant actions. For his part, William was awarded the rank of Sous-Lieutenant and distinguished himself on numerous other occasions, often times taking battle scars for his personal courage when leading. He later earned a coveted title of Capitaine of the étrangers, and lead them to victory after victory.

All went well for William until the battle of Quatre Bras. There he was tasked with flanking the allied lines in an attempt to take pressure off the middle. His men advanced but took heavy losses from enemy skirmisher and artillery fire. When his men finally arrived at their position they had less then 300 men from the original 1000. However, William knew his duty to his homeland. Using the cover of the woods and ravines to get within ear shot of the enemy. However, it was there that William heard something unsettling. English, and Scottish English. William peaked over the ravine and spotted the regiment he once served in, the 71st. William's heart now tore as he didn't know what to do. Attack his fellow countrymen, or risk losing his company from constant fire. It was then that Jean came up to him. Approaching him he could see the look on his eyes, one's of deep pain and anguish as well, but solemnly, he looked over William and nodded. William then stood up, waved his sword, and his men rallied to him. His men prepared a volley, and as William yelled the orders, the volley ripped through the English lines, dozens fell and others were confused as to how so many were falling. It was at that moment that the étrangers beset upon them. Ripping through the lines, charging and charging. The English reeled at his attack but regrouped. William and the last of his men, about 170 or so, charged over a hill only to find an entire British line waiting, and ready. They fired into the mess and man after man fell around Irvine, but he had not come so far to lose it all. He charged, sword in one hand, pistol in another. He fired a shot, wounding a British officer, but in turn took a shot his left hand, crushing the bones in there and rendering it useless. None the less he reached the enemy line and slashed viciously with his sword, wounding many, and killing others. Man after men fell to his swordsmen ship but the British knew better, they fell back and formed a firing line. Their officer glared at William, and with one swipe of his hand, dozens of bullets riddled Irvine, his strength leaving him, he crumpled to the ground. Sword in hand he rolled over and reached into his coat, pulling out a metal Cross, he kissed it, and then blacked out, never to wake again. The British marveled at his work but were even more astounded to see his orange hair under his hat, and the Scottish flag weaved in his uniform.

Hope you guys enjoyed this, unrealistic, yes,  but it was fun to write up and I hope you all enjoyed.

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Nice! Really enjoyed it

[regwilliam]

I really liked your story man
May be my william came across a half dead french officer that has a scot flag sewed into his jacket and took him to him to see a doc ;-)

The story goes on lol

[William]

You guys can expect part 2 soon,

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France's Colonial Possessions

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[regwilliam]

hmm not a bad idea maybe when the 29th was in America my William gets to go on a secret mission into French held territory.

[Christopher]

Seemed like something interesting and fun to do so what they heck why not give it a shot (I'm not the best writer though)

Christopher the Fallen

Younger Years and Education:
Christopher was born on February 14th, 1773 the second child and first son of a poor farmer in France. He lived happily with his family for 13 years before his mother and father had another son, who upon birth was announced dead. Roughly 1 month later his father, mother, and sister died in a mysterious fire while he was playing with his young friends. Upon his family’s death his uncle, who was a wealthy lawyer, took him in as his son. While living with his uncle he learned how to read and write. Once he turned the age of 20 he began feeling a strong sense of patriotism for his country and after much arguing with his uncle he enlisted in the military.

The First Battle:
Standing roughly 6 feet and 2 inches in height Christopher was one of the taller soldiers in the military. For around 3 years Christopher trained hard and became one of the better soldiers in the regiment he was assigned to. However, this peace was soon interrupted by a sudden announcement that the army was soon going to be marching upon Voltri. The very next day the army was assembled and began the march. On April 10, 1176 the army arrived at Voltri and prepared for an attack. The regiment Christopher was assigned to was given the command to defend against a bayonet attack. As the men prepared for the bloody fight that was sure to follow even more sorrowful news approached, the regiment that Christopher was in would be assigned to the front of the defense. As the enemy approached the closer to the target of the bayonet charge the men became more and more nervous until at last they reached the enemy lines and engaged in hand-to-hand fighting. Christopher charged in with his comrades, shouting as they attacked the enemy. At one point of the fighting an enemy ranker thrust an attack at Christopher’s stomach, however, only managed to glance his right leg as a bayonet was jabbed into his throat. Christopher continued on with the rest of the men, unaware that the bayonet had cut deeper than he thought, as they attempted to push back Pittoni’s columns. Eventually, after 2 hours of fighting, Christopher began to notice that he was having a lot of pain in his right leg and looked down to see that his whole pant leg was covered in blood. His regiment leader, who had just arrived, signaled to his men that they would be retreating to Mele under the Commanders orders. As luck would have it this was the perfect timing for Christopher because as soon as he made it back to Mele he almost feinted and was rushed to be taken care of along with the rest of the wounded.

The End of the Campaign:
After a few weeks of recovering from the wound that he had suffered Christopher returned to his regiment as they continued the campaign. As it would have it though he was only able to fight in a few more battles because his unit was generally kept as a rear guard due to the heavy losses during the defense from the bayonet charge. However at the battle of Cherasco on April 28th, 1776 Christopher was once again put in harm’s way as his regiment once again charged into another regiment. During this engagement Christopher was attacked by a man leaping past the lines of his allies and attempting to kill their regiment leader. However, Christopher stepped in the way to prevent the death of their leader, since his back was turned to direct more of the men into the fight. Christopher went to attack the man and end the fight quickly but the man jumped to the side and stabbed Christopher’s arm with a small knife that he was carrying, creating a large S-mark slash along Christopher’s arm. Enraged by the sudden pain and his own stupidity for allowing the man to come that close Christopher went on the offensive but once again as he was going to stab the man the man eluded him and kicked his knee causing Christopher to go down on one knee. The man stepped up behind Christopher and grabbed his hair and moved as if to cut his throat. As the man was about to end Christopher’s life a shot rang out and the man began to far backward and Christopher looked up to see his leader standing in front of him with a recently discharged pistol and he almost laughed with relief, but before he could manage to get out even a chuckle he felt a sharp pain go over his eye and felt blood fall into his left eye. He screamed in pain as he realized that the man who was shot had managed to cut just above and below his eye as he was falling. Yelling for a few men to take Christopher to the rear again and have his eye looked at the leader rushed up to the rest of the regiment to continue the push. As blood welled up into his other eye too Christopher became virtually blind as the men led him back to the rear guard.  He would keep both his eyes but he would have a nasty scar from now on.

The Battle of Austerlitz:
After a few more campaigns of fighting Christopher had risen to the rank of Caporaux around the time when the Battle of Austerlitz took place on December 2nd, 1805. During an attempt to reclaim the city Christopher’s regiment was sent in with a few others to lead the assault. As the men began to push into the city Christopher’s regiment was engaged in heavy fighting and was beginning to route. His leader was attempting to rally the men together and continue pushing with the other regiments. The leader however, was not able to rally the men effectively from his current position though so he rushed closer to the fighting to have more of an effect. However, as he was just beginning to get the men to rally a sudden gunshot jumped through the air and Christopher saw his leader, and the man who saved his life, fall to the ground with a bullet in his temple. The men seeing what had happened began to route with even more haste. Christopher knew something had to be done, so, he rushed to the body of the fallen leader and grabbed his sword and began to shout “Come brave lads let us avenge our beloved leader and push these bastards back!” and as more of the men began to rally around him he went straight to the front line and started slashing and hacking with the sword not caring how many fell before him and around him. With this final push the men were able to push back the enemy and secure the town for France. As the battle ended and he began to feel the full effects of the battle he sat down on a section of the cities stone fence to catch his breath.

The Acceptance Into the Garde:
As it turned out Napoleon himself had witnessed Christopher’s bravery and deeds in rallying the regiment after the leader had been shot. Impressed with what he saw Napoleon asked Christopher to see him. Christopher was wondering what Napoleon could possibly want with him, coming from a poor farmer. As he walked into Napoleon’s tent he noticed that there was a uniform sitting in the corner of the room. Napoleon quickly beckoned him to sit and began to praise Christopher on what he had done that day. After a short amount of time Napoleon proposed an offer to Christopher, he could either join the Old Guard as a Sergent of the 1er Grenadiers or he could go back to his regiment as a Sergent. Christopher was shocked at the proposal. He never would have thought that he would have ever made it into the Old Guard when he heard of its construction in 1804; he knew that he could never refuse an offer as generous as this though. So just a few days later Christopher joined the 1er Grenadiers as a Sergent and began his career as a grongard enjoying the privileges of higher wages, and the ability to complain without being punished.

This is a fictional story, although I tried to include some historical stuff into the story but please forgive me if I got anything wrong.
I may be adding more onto this later.

[Killington]

Spoiler

Seemed like something interesting and fun to do so what they heck why not give it a shot (I'm not the best writer though)

Christopher the Fallen

Younger Years and Education:
Christopher was born on February 14th, 1773 the second child and first son of a poor farmer in France. He lived happily with his family for 13 years before his mother and father had another son, who upon birth was announced dead. Roughly 1 month later his father, mother, and sister died in a mysterious fire while he was playing with his young friends. Upon his family’s death his uncle, who was a wealthy lawyer, took him in as his son. While living with his uncle he learned how to read and write. Once he turned the age of 20 he began feeling a strong sense of patriotism for his country and after much arguing with his uncle he enlisted in the military.

The First Battle:
Standing roughly 6 feet and 2 inches in height Christopher was one of the taller soldiers in the military. For around 3 years Christopher trained hard and became one of the better soldiers in the regiment he was assigned to. However, this peace was soon interrupted by a sudden announcement that the army was soon going to be marching upon Voltri. The very next day the army was assembled and began the march. On April 10, 1176 the army arrived at Voltri and prepared for an attack. The regiment Christopher was assigned to was given the command to defend against a bayonet attack. As the men prepared for the bloody fight that was sure to follow even more sorrowful news approached, the regiment that Christopher was in would be assigned to the front of the defense. As the enemy approached the closer to the target of the bayonet charge the men became more and more nervous until at last they reached the enemy lines and engaged in hand-to-hand fighting. Christopher charged in with his comrades, shouting as they attacked the enemy. At one point of the fighting an enemy ranker thrust an attack at Christopher’s stomach, however, only managed to glance his right leg as a bayonet was jabbed into his throat. Christopher continued on with the rest of the men, unaware that the bayonet had cut deeper than he thought, as they attempted to push back Pittoni’s columns. Eventually, after 2 hours of fighting, Christopher began to notice that he was having a lot of pain in his right leg and looked down to see that his whole pant leg was covered in blood. His regiment leader, who had just arrived, signaled to his men that they would be retreating to Mele under the Commanders orders. As luck would have it this was the perfect timing for Christopher because as soon as he made it back to Mele he almost feinted and was rushed to be taken care of along with the rest of the wounded.

The End of the Campaign:
After a few weeks of recovering from the wound that he had suffered Christopher returned to his regiment as they continued the campaign. As it would have it though he was only able to fight in a few more battles because his unit was generally kept as a rear guard due to the heavy losses during the defense from the bayonet charge. However at the battle of Cherasco on April 28th, 1776 Christopher was once again put in harm’s way as his regiment once again charged into another regiment. During this engagement Christopher was attacked by a man leaping past the lines of his allies and attempting to kill their regiment leader. However, Christopher stepped in the way to prevent the death of their leader, since his back was turned to direct more of the men into the fight. Christopher went to attack the man and end the fight quickly but the man jumped to the side and stabbed Christopher’s arm with a small knife that he was carrying, creating a large S-mark slash along Christopher’s arm. Enraged by the sudden pain and his own stupidity for allowing the man to come that close Christopher went on the offensive but once again as he was going to stab the man the man eluded him and kicked his knee causing Christopher to go down on one knee. The man stepped up behind Christopher and grabbed his hair and moved as if to cut his throat. As the man was about to end Christopher’s life a shot rang out and the man began to far backward and Christopher looked up to see his leader standing in front of him with a recently discharged pistol and he almost laughed with relief, but before he could manage to get out even a chuckle he felt a sharp pain go over his eye and felt blood fall into his left eye. He screamed in pain as he realized that the man who was shot had managed to cut just above and below his eye as he was falling. Yelling for a few men to take Christopher to the rear again and have his eye looked at the leader rushed up to the rest of the regiment to continue the push. As blood welled up into his other eye too Christopher became virtually blind as the men led him back to the rear guard.  He would keep both his eyes but he would have a nasty scar from now on.

The Battle of Austerlitz:
After a few more campaigns of fighting Christopher had risen to the rank of Caporaux around the time when the Battle of Austerlitz took place on December 2nd, 1805. During an attempt to reclaim the city Christopher’s regiment was sent in with a few others to lead the assault. As the men began to push into the city Christopher’s regiment was engaged in heavy fighting and was beginning to route. His leader was attempting to rally the men together and continue pushing with the other regiments. The leader however, was not able to rally the men effectively from his current position though so he rushed closer to the fighting to have more of an effect. However, as he was just beginning to get the men to rally a sudden gunshot jumped through the air and Christopher saw his leader, and the man who saved his life, fall to the ground with a bullet in his temple. The men seeing what had happened began to route with even more haste. Christopher knew something had to be done, so, he rushed to the body of the fallen leader and grabbed his sword and began to shout “Come brave lads let us avenge our beloved leader and push these bastards back!” and as more of the men began to rally around him he went straight to the front line and started slashing and hacking with the sword not caring how many fell before him and around him. With this final push the men were able to push back the enemy and secure the town for France. As the battle ended and he began to feel the full effects of the battle he sat down on a section of the cities stone fence to catch his breath.

The Acceptance Into the Garde:
As it turned out Napoleon himself had witnessed Christopher’s bravery and deeds in rallying the regiment after the leader had been shot. Impressed with what he saw Napoleon asked Christopher to see him. Christopher was wondering what Napoleon could possibly want with him, coming from a poor farmer. As he walked into Napoleon’s tent he noticed that there was a uniform sitting in the corner of the room. Napoleon quickly beckoned him to sit and began to praise Christopher on what he had done that day. After a short amount of time Napoleon proposed an offer to Christopher, he could either join the Old Guard as a Sergent of the 1er Grenadiers or he could go back to his regiment as a Sergent. Christopher was shocked at the proposal. He never would have thought that he would have ever made it into the Old Guard when he heard of its construction in 1804; he knew that he could never refuse an offer as generous as this though. So just a few days later Christopher joined the 1er Grenadiers as a Sergent and began his career as a grongard enjoying the privileges of higher wages, and the ability to complain without being punished.

This is a fictional story, although I tried to include some historical stuff into the story but please forgive me if I got anything wrong.
I may be adding more onto this later.

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Really interesting read, personally I make up for my being a bad writer by having the story make no sense at all, so the reader doesn't notice

[Dan the Seagull Chef]

Spoiler

Seemed like something interesting and fun to do so what they heck why not give it a shot (I'm not the best writer though)

Christopher the Fallen

Younger Years and Education:
Christopher was born on February 14th, 1773 the second child and first son of a poor farmer in France. He lived happily with his family for 13 years before his mother and father had another son, who upon birth was announced dead. Roughly 1 month later his father, mother, and sister died in a mysterious fire while he was playing with his young friends. Upon his family’s death his uncle, who was a wealthy lawyer, took him in as his son. While living with his uncle he learned how to read and write. Once he turned the age of 20 he began feeling a strong sense of patriotism for his country and after much arguing with his uncle he enlisted in the military.

The First Battle:
Standing roughly 6 feet and 2 inches in height Christopher was one of the taller soldiers in the military. For around 3 years Christopher trained hard and became one of the better soldiers in the regiment he was assigned to. However, this peace was soon interrupted by a sudden announcement that the army was soon going to be marching upon Voltri. The very next day the army was assembled and began the march. On April 10, 1176 the army arrived at Voltri and prepared for an attack. The regiment Christopher was assigned to was given the command to defend against a bayonet attack. As the men prepared for the bloody fight that was sure to follow even more sorrowful news approached, the regiment that Christopher was in would be assigned to the front of the defense. As the enemy approached the closer to the target of the bayonet charge the men became more and more nervous until at last they reached the enemy lines and engaged in hand-to-hand fighting. Christopher charged in with his comrades, shouting as they attacked the enemy. At one point of the fighting an enemy ranker thrust an attack at Christopher’s stomach, however, only managed to glance his right leg as a bayonet was jabbed into his throat. Christopher continued on with the rest of the men, unaware that the bayonet had cut deeper than he thought, as they attempted to push back Pittoni’s columns. Eventually, after 2 hours of fighting, Christopher began to notice that he was having a lot of pain in his right leg and looked down to see that his whole pant leg was covered in blood. His regiment leader, who had just arrived, signaled to his men that they would be retreating to Mele under the Commanders orders. As luck would have it this was the perfect timing for Christopher because as soon as he made it back to Mele he almost feinted and was rushed to be taken care of along with the rest of the wounded.

The End of the Campaign:
After a few weeks of recovering from the wound that he had suffered Christopher returned to his regiment as they continued the campaign. As it would have it though he was only able to fight in a few more battles because his unit was generally kept as a rear guard due to the heavy losses during the defense from the bayonet charge. However at the battle of Cherasco on April 28th, 1776 Christopher was once again put in harm’s way as his regiment once again charged into another regiment. During this engagement Christopher was attacked by a man leaping past the lines of his allies and attempting to kill their regiment leader. However, Christopher stepped in the way to prevent the death of their leader, since his back was turned to direct more of the men into the fight. Christopher went to attack the man and end the fight quickly but the man jumped to the side and stabbed Christopher’s arm with a small knife that he was carrying, creating a large S-mark slash along Christopher’s arm. Enraged by the sudden pain and his own stupidity for allowing the man to come that close Christopher went on the offensive but once again as he was going to stab the man the man eluded him and kicked his knee causing Christopher to go down on one knee. The man stepped up behind Christopher and grabbed his hair and moved as if to cut his throat. As the man was about to end Christopher’s life a shot rang out and the man began to far backward and Christopher looked up to see his leader standing in front of him with a recently discharged pistol and he almost laughed with relief, but before he could manage to get out even a chuckle he felt a sharp pain go over his eye and felt blood fall into his left eye. He screamed in pain as he realized that the man who was shot had managed to cut just above and below his eye as he was falling. Yelling for a few men to take Christopher to the rear again and have his eye looked at the leader rushed up to the rest of the regiment to continue the push. As blood welled up into his other eye too Christopher became virtually blind as the men led him back to the rear guard.  He would keep both his eyes but he would have a nasty scar from now on.

The Battle of Austerlitz:
After a few more campaigns of fighting Christopher had risen to the rank of Caporaux around the time when the Battle of Austerlitz took place on December 2nd, 1805. During an attempt to reclaim the city Christopher’s regiment was sent in with a few others to lead the assault. As the men began to push into the city Christopher’s regiment was engaged in heavy fighting and was beginning to route. His leader was attempting to rally the men together and continue pushing with the other regiments. The leader however, was not able to rally the men effectively from his current position though so he rushed closer to the fighting to have more of an effect. However, as he was just beginning to get the men to rally a sudden gunshot jumped through the air and Christopher saw his leader, and the man who saved his life, fall to the ground with a bullet in his temple. The men seeing what had happened began to route with even more haste. Christopher knew something had to be done, so, he rushed to the body of the fallen leader and grabbed his sword and began to shout “Come brave lads let us avenge our beloved leader and push these bastards back!” and as more of the men began to rally around him he went straight to the front line and started slashing and hacking with the sword not caring how many fell before him and around him. With this final push the men were able to push back the enemy and secure the town for France. As the battle ended and he began to feel the full effects of the battle he sat down on a section of the cities stone fence to catch his breath.

The Acceptance Into the Garde:
As it turned out Napoleon himself had witnessed Christopher’s bravery and deeds in rallying the regiment after the leader had been shot. Impressed with what he saw Napoleon asked Christopher to see him. Christopher was wondering what Napoleon could possibly want with him, coming from a poor farmer. As he walked into Napoleon’s tent he noticed that there was a uniform sitting in the corner of the room. Napoleon quickly beckoned him to sit and began to praise Christopher on what he had done that day. After a short amount of time Napoleon proposed an offer to Christopher, he could either join the Old Guard as a Sergent of the 1er Grenadiers or he could go back to his regiment as a Sergent. Christopher was shocked at the proposal. He never would have thought that he would have ever made it into the Old Guard when he heard of its construction in 1804; he knew that he could never refuse an offer as generous as this though. So just a few days later Christopher joined the 1er Grenadiers as a Sergent and began his career as a grongard enjoying the privileges of higher wages, and the ability to complain without being punished.

This is a fictional story, although I tried to include some historical stuff into the story but please forgive me if I got anything wrong.
I may be adding more onto this later.

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Really interesting read, personally I make up for my being a bad writer by having the story make no sense at all, so the reader doesn't notice

I see you use the "If I use enough stuff they won't notice" trick.

[Killington]

Spoiler

Seemed like something interesting and fun to do so what they heck why not give it a shot (I'm not the best writer though)

Christopher the Fallen

Younger Years and Education:
Christopher was born on February 14th, 1773 the second child and first son of a poor farmer in France. He lived happily with his family for 13 years before his mother and father had another son, who upon birth was announced dead. Roughly 1 month later his father, mother, and sister died in a mysterious fire while he was playing with his young friends. Upon his family’s death his uncle, who was a wealthy lawyer, took him in as his son. While living with his uncle he learned how to read and write. Once he turned the age of 20 he began feeling a strong sense of patriotism for his country and after much arguing with his uncle he enlisted in the military.

The First Battle:
Standing roughly 6 feet and 2 inches in height Christopher was one of the taller soldiers in the military. For around 3 years Christopher trained hard and became one of the better soldiers in the regiment he was assigned to. However, this peace was soon interrupted by a sudden announcement that the army was soon going to be marching upon Voltri. The very next day the army was assembled and began the march. On April 10, 1176 the army arrived at Voltri and prepared for an attack. The regiment Christopher was assigned to was given the command to defend against a bayonet attack. As the men prepared for the bloody fight that was sure to follow even more sorrowful news approached, the regiment that Christopher was in would be assigned to the front of the defense. As the enemy approached the closer to the target of the bayonet charge the men became more and more nervous until at last they reached the enemy lines and engaged in hand-to-hand fighting. Christopher charged in with his comrades, shouting as they attacked the enemy. At one point of the fighting an enemy ranker thrust an attack at Christopher’s stomach, however, only managed to glance his right leg as a bayonet was jabbed into his throat. Christopher continued on with the rest of the men, unaware that the bayonet had cut deeper than he thought, as they attempted to push back Pittoni’s columns. Eventually, after 2 hours of fighting, Christopher began to notice that he was having a lot of pain in his right leg and looked down to see that his whole pant leg was covered in blood. His regiment leader, who had just arrived, signaled to his men that they would be retreating to Mele under the Commanders orders. As luck would have it this was the perfect timing for Christopher because as soon as he made it back to Mele he almost feinted and was rushed to be taken care of along with the rest of the wounded.

The End of the Campaign:
After a few weeks of recovering from the wound that he had suffered Christopher returned to his regiment as they continued the campaign. As it would have it though he was only able to fight in a few more battles because his unit was generally kept as a rear guard due to the heavy losses during the defense from the bayonet charge. However at the battle of Cherasco on April 28th, 1776 Christopher was once again put in harm’s way as his regiment once again charged into another regiment. During this engagement Christopher was attacked by a man leaping past the lines of his allies and attempting to kill their regiment leader. However, Christopher stepped in the way to prevent the death of their leader, since his back was turned to direct more of the men into the fight. Christopher went to attack the man and end the fight quickly but the man jumped to the side and stabbed Christopher’s arm with a small knife that he was carrying, creating a large S-mark slash along Christopher’s arm. Enraged by the sudden pain and his own stupidity for allowing the man to come that close Christopher went on the offensive but once again as he was going to stab the man the man eluded him and kicked his knee causing Christopher to go down on one knee. The man stepped up behind Christopher and grabbed his hair and moved as if to cut his throat. As the man was about to end Christopher’s life a shot rang out and the man began to far backward and Christopher looked up to see his leader standing in front of him with a recently discharged pistol and he almost laughed with relief, but before he could manage to get out even a chuckle he felt a sharp pain go over his eye and felt blood fall into his left eye. He screamed in pain as he realized that the man who was shot had managed to cut just above and below his eye as he was falling. Yelling for a few men to take Christopher to the rear again and have his eye looked at the leader rushed up to the rest of the regiment to continue the push. As blood welled up into his other eye too Christopher became virtually blind as the men led him back to the rear guard.  He would keep both his eyes but he would have a nasty scar from now on.

The Battle of Austerlitz:
After a few more campaigns of fighting Christopher had risen to the rank of Caporaux around the time when the Battle of Austerlitz took place on December 2nd, 1805. During an attempt to reclaim the city Christopher’s regiment was sent in with a few others to lead the assault. As the men began to push into the city Christopher’s regiment was engaged in heavy fighting and was beginning to route. His leader was attempting to rally the men together and continue pushing with the other regiments. The leader however, was not able to rally the men effectively from his current position though so he rushed closer to the fighting to have more of an effect. However, as he was just beginning to get the men to rally a sudden gunshot jumped through the air and Christopher saw his leader, and the man who saved his life, fall to the ground with a bullet in his temple. The men seeing what had happened began to route with even more haste. Christopher knew something had to be done, so, he rushed to the body of the fallen leader and grabbed his sword and began to shout “Come brave lads let us avenge our beloved leader and push these bastards back!” and as more of the men began to rally around him he went straight to the front line and started slashing and hacking with the sword not caring how many fell before him and around him. With this final push the men were able to push back the enemy and secure the town for France. As the battle ended and he began to feel the full effects of the battle he sat down on a section of the cities stone fence to catch his breath.

The Acceptance Into the Garde:
As it turned out Napoleon himself had witnessed Christopher’s bravery and deeds in rallying the regiment after the leader had been shot. Impressed with what he saw Napoleon asked Christopher to see him. Christopher was wondering what Napoleon could possibly want with him, coming from a poor farmer. As he walked into Napoleon’s tent he noticed that there was a uniform sitting in the corner of the room. Napoleon quickly beckoned him to sit and began to praise Christopher on what he had done that day. After a short amount of time Napoleon proposed an offer to Christopher, he could either join the Old Guard as a Sergent of the 1er Grenadiers or he could go back to his regiment as a Sergent. Christopher was shocked at the proposal. He never would have thought that he would have ever made it into the Old Guard when he heard of its construction in 1804; he knew that he could never refuse an offer as generous as this though. So just a few days later Christopher joined the 1er Grenadiers as a Sergent and began his career as a grongard enjoying the privileges of higher wages, and the ability to complain without being punished.

This is a fictional story, although I tried to include some historical stuff into the story but please forgive me if I got anything wrong.
I may be adding more onto this later.

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Really interesting read, personally I make up for my being a bad writer by having the story make no sense at all, so the reader doesn't notice

I see you use the "If I use enough stuff they won't notice" trick.

Oh shit, they're on to me, but the zombie horde right behind you was obliterated by a team of plucky young alcoholic time travellers, who then promptly ret conned the lot of you.



Problem solved.

[William]

I was going to have a very historical visit from General Pettain where he drops off 20000 world war one rifles and 10 artillery pieces. Then France dominated everyone and they won the Napoleonic Wars, enslaved England, liberated Scotland and Ireland, and finally subjugated all of Europe.  However, I opted for a semi historical story xD

[Rupert]

The Early Life and Career of Rifleman Potato Jay MacFamine.

1784

Potato MacFamine was born to a young Irish widow with a terrible Potato-Food-Fetish, the pregnancy was unexpected as this young Irish lass had never made love to a man. Her parents died when the soon to be mother was young, she was half-starved to death by a recent Potato Famine and was doubtful she would survive the strain one has when giving birth. Her last thoughts were of a particularly large Potato who was potentially Potato MacFamine's father. All alone she managed to squeeze her new born child out, as she picked up her Son, a single tear from her eye rolled down her cheek and onto the dirt floor. "Potato." She gasped with her last breath.

It had been nearly 2 days since Potato had entered the world, the child was growing frail, without help the child would soon die in the arms of his already deceased mother. But fate had other ideas and by chance a Greek tax collector visiting from Greekland stumbled upon the small potato-farm house and went inside seeking hot action with some Irish wenches, instead he found young Potato, on the verge of death. It was natural instinct to take the baby and make some profit, but as he held Potato in his arms, he felt attatched to the infant and vowed he would raise the child. The Greek said aloud, " You shall be called Potato Jay MacFamine! "

1805

21 Years had passed since that day and Potato had enlisted in King George's Army and was in the 25th Regiment of Foot. A campaign was launched which would throw Potato into action. The British Army mobilised and landed for the first time in Portugal. Potato fought his first few battles bravely, amongst the soldiers of the 25th was Potato's step brother, son of the Greek tax collector and a Sjt of the 25th. They shared many of their battle experiences together and were bound by eternal friendship. After a couple of years of fight Potato had become bored of the Musket and Bayonet, it pained him to leave his step brother but Potato transferred to the 60th Royal American Rifles and rose to Rifleman, Potato was happy with the change. He was at peace.

[ArtOfKilling]

Spoiler

The Early Life and Career of Rifleman Potato Jay MacFamine.

1784

Potato MacFamine was born to a young Irish widow with a terrible Potato-Food-Fetish, the pregnancy was unexpected as this young Irish lass had never made love to a man. Her parents died when the soon to be mother was young, she was half-starved to death by a recent Potato Famine and was doubtful she would survive the strain one has when giving birth. Her last thoughts were of a particularly large Potato who was potentially Potato MacFamine's father. All alone she managed to squeeze her new born child out, as she picked up her Son, a single tear from her eye rolled down her cheek and onto the dirt floor. "Potato." She gasped with her last breath.

It had been nearly 2 days since Potato had entered the world, the child was growing frail, without help the child would soon die in the arms of his already deceased mother. But fate had other ideas and by chance a Greek tax collector visiting from Greekland stumbled upon the small potato-farm house and went inside seeking hot action with some Irish wenches, instead he found young Potato, on the verge of death. It was natural instinct to take the baby and make some profit, but as he held Potato in his arms, he felt attatched to the infant and vowed he would raise the child. The Greek said aloud, " You shall be called Potato Jay MacFamine! "

1805

21 Years had passed since that day and Potato had enlisted in King George's Army and was in the 25th Regiment of Foot. A campaign was launched which would throw Potato into action. The British Army mobilised and landed for the first time in Portugal. Potato fought his first few battles bravely, amongst the soldiers of the 25th was Potato's step brother, son of the Greek tax collector and a Sjt of the 25th. They shared many of their battle experiences together and were bound by eternal friendship. After a couple of years of fight Potato had become bored of the Musket and Bayonet, it pained him to leave his step brother but Potato transferred to the 60th Royal American Rifles and rose to Rifleman, Potato was happy with the change. He was at peace.

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<3, still miss u

[Rupert]

Spoiler

The Early Life and Career of Rifleman Potato Jay MacFamine.

1784

Potato MacFamine was born to a young Irish widow with a terrible Potato-Food-Fetish, the pregnancy was unexpected as this young Irish lass had never made love to a man. Her parents died when the soon to be mother was young, she was half-starved to death by a recent Potato Famine and was doubtful she would survive the strain one has when giving birth. Her last thoughts were of a particularly large Potato who was potentially Potato MacFamine's father. All alone she managed to squeeze her new born child out, as she picked up her Son, a single tear from her eye rolled down her cheek and onto the dirt floor. "Potato." She gasped with her last breath.

It had been nearly 2 days since Potato had entered the world, the child was growing frail, without help the child would soon die in the arms of his already deceased mother. But fate had other ideas and by chance a Greek tax collector visiting from Greekland stumbled upon the small potato-farm house and went inside seeking hot action with some Irish wenches, instead he found young Potato, on the verge of death. It was natural instinct to take the baby and make some profit, but as he held Potato in his arms, he felt attatched to the infant and vowed he would raise the child. The Greek said aloud, " You shall be called Potato Jay MacFamine! "

1805

21 Years had passed since that day and Potato had enlisted in King George's Army and was in the 25th Regiment of Foot. A campaign was launched which would throw Potato into action. The British Army mobilised and landed for the first time in Portugal. Potato fought his first few battles bravely, amongst the soldiers of the 25th was Potato's step brother, son of the Greek tax collector and a Sjt of the 25th. They shared many of their battle experiences together and were bound by eternal friendship. After a couple of years of fight Potato had become bored of the Musket and Bayonet, it pained him to leave his step brother but Potato transferred to the 60th Royal American Rifles and rose to Rifleman, Potato was happy with the change. He was at peace.

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<3, still miss u

Miss u 2

[Dan the Seagull Chef]

The exciting and terrible life of Dan the Man the Chef.

Young life
Born in 7 BCE as the second child of the Virgin Mary Moorners of 17 Lovely Lane, Antarctica. During Dan the Man the Chef's childhood she killed 3 Greek god, 2 titans, a few heroes, 6 Indian gods, Fireboy, and that catholic God as well.
Her Mom and Dad


Also at 7, she, owning twelve fortune 500 companies, became the youngest quadrillionaire in history.
Her Financial Advisers making decisions

 In the year 18200 CE, she combated the evil forces of the 1st RGJ, single handily might I add, after killing 5,900,214 of them she join their ranks to make them halfway decent. Fast Forward another 60000 years and Dan the Man the Chef, received another title, King of the Universe after she took control of the 00th and the 1st RGJ and killed everyone including her troops.
 After living alone for another 70,000 years and killing every life form in the universe, she built a time machine and when back to 2012 CE to the forming of the 1st RGJ.
Where she lived during the conquest of the universe

Career
After getting recruited into the 1st RGJ in early August 2012 as one of the first members she was quite terrible at melee but almost a sniper when It came to shooting. After 3 or so months of being a lieutenant she decided to leave and merc for a few months while Sharpe(Dat name tho), the okay leader of the regiment, was at basic training to become a sailor or something. After losing to a shameful duel, she rejoined the regiment in January with Wellington in charge(I think). After about 5 or 6 months some stuff happened and a split occurred with Dan the Man the Chef the Legend-in-the-making joining Sharpe's side. After 2 or 3 weeks the British Army Happened and Dan the Man the Chef the Legend-in-the-making the Okay Meleer moved to that teamspeak. After a month or so of being in the new Teamspeak the rank of Cook was invented and Dan the Man the Chef the Legend-in-the-making the Okay Meleer the Happy Cook was quite set in life. After a month or so the rank Cook was taken away and Dan the Man the Chef the Legend-in-the-making the Okay Meleer the Sad Woman was quite sad. After two month or so Colour Serjeant was invented and Dan titles titles titles took the rank because she became quite good at melee. Another month the rank was taken away and Dan the Man the Chef the Legend-in-the-making the Quite Good Meleer the Sad Woman came back as a reformed private.

Fast Forward 2 or 3 Years and Dan the Man the Chef had no more titles and ruled the NW community because no one played the game anymore due to BCoF coming out. No pictures fit this part...

[sharpe455]

Oh Dan