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| 01 May 2014 06:07 PM |
'Cause' Pvt. Alan Macgee Musket w/ Bayonet 73rd Foot Fort Ticonderoga, United States
You patrol these same walls each day, waiting for them to come out and attack you. You expect them to do, as they run low on supplies, and it becomes more and more obvious that they need supplies, and this is obviously one of the least guarded forts around.
A horn wakes you in the middle of the night. "They're here!" Someone shouts, and you rush to get your gear in order. "Get out to the walls, now!" |
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| 01 May 2014 06:08 PM |
| I run to the walls and onto my post. |
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| 01 May 2014 06:29 PM |
| You rush to the walls, and already, you've seen the costs. Slain is draped over the walls, and a bunch of forces are directed at the west gate, and even then, they barely hold it. Looking down, it's not even a militia. It's an equipped army. You... you weren't expecting this, honestly. |
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| 01 May 2014 06:36 PM |
| I looked surprised and stood there for a couple of long seconds, then I notice the West Gate. Then I run towards the west gate, asking whats the situation right now. |
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| 01 May 2014 09:46 PM |
| You run to the west gate, abandoning your post. You try to ask, but they're too busy being killed. |
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