It's time.
20 months ago, inspired by the wild success and popularity of Hyperkultra/TorrentHKU's Roll To Dodge game, I decided to make my own. I never thought that either game would grow to be as popular as they have. It hasn't been a perfect journey; I made mistakes along the way, mistakes that I was able to learn from, and sometimes the progress of the game was impeded by my absences. Other things in life would just take over and leave me unable to roll. I had a lot of help from Yoman987, who took the initiative to pick up the game after I was left physically unable to run it, and we've had some fun trying to figure out how to co-run a forum game like this, coming up with all sorts of hare-brained ideas, most of which were never put into practice. I ended up running a secret "evil" section of the game through PMs while he simultaneously rolled for the "good" section of the game in the public thread. There's been so much creativity put into this game by Yoman and the wonderful players who took the time to play it that it's grown incredibly and let me do things that I would have never been able to do before in the story. It's been a fantastic experience, and I hope everyone has enjoyed it.

Recently we decided to try rolling for everyone all at once, but it is a bit hard managing so many people, especially when school and work get in the way- we're not rolling machines, after all, we're human beings. At this point in the story, user actions would not have a significant effect on the outcome of the plot, so I've decided to resolve everything with one enormous Game Events roll instead of trying to squeeze two or three huge rolls together cohesively. I think this will be the easiest medium to understand as well as the easiest to write. So in case you're still not sure of what I'm saying: Today marks the end of the RTD2. Today is when ♥♥♥♥ really hits the fan. I can only hope that the wait has been worth it. I'll be editing in the game events shortly. Please be patient if it doesn't show up immediately within an hour or two like most of our rolls- it's chock-full of content.

Here we go.

Game Events
Part I: The Assault
The once silent night air was now being rendered by screams of pain and by the thunderous eruptions of explosives. The group advanced forward along the dark path as muzzle flashes, flares, and flames lit up the dark sky. Some trees had caught fire, casting an eerie red glow over the horrendous scene- the centre of the village was a circular clearing, and on all sides, bloodshed was clearly visible from where the group stood. Soldiers of all nationalities and Ban Ali alike were being slaughtered in the fight over the Tree. As the group descended from the still slightly inclined dirt path onto the clearing, weapons raised, they seemed to go unnoticed. "Slow and steady, now. We just go in quiet and wait for these bastards to rip each other to pieces an-" Damien's sentence was cut short as Andrew's head exploded, his body hurled to the ground from the sheer force of the bullet. Everyone gaped in shock for half a second, and then- "SNIPER! MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!" "Let's go!" "It's about ♥♥♥♥ time!" "Stay in formation, you morons!" Straight ahead of the group, almost two kilometers away, were the French soldiers they'd seen earlier and started to pick off by sniper fire- it looked like they had decided to return the favor. The French were also supported by their Chinese allies, emerging from the forest next to the French. To the far right of the clearing, Russians were storming out, and to the group's immediate right were their old American allies that they'd last seen at the compound. To the group's far left, a swarm of native guerrillas were rushing out, the largest group in number, but also the least disciplined, haphazardly firing towards everyone else with little effect and being cut down by the professional armies and the deadly Ban Ali.

Map

Yellow - French
Pink - Chinese
Red - Russian
Green - American
Blue - Group
Gray - Guerrillas
White (small dots) - Ban Ali Tribesmen
White (medium dots) - Ban Ali Tree Homes
White (large dot) - The Tree

"Tyme to die, fahkers!" With his cybernetics speeding him on, Vlad rushed forward toward a defensive line of Ban Ali. Despite the open clearing and the light produced by the fires, it was still hard to pick them out, as many were hiding by their treetop homes surrounding the Tree. He spotted a small squad of 10 Americans to his right- "Oy, comrades! Come vith me, aynd we vill crush these puny fahks!" The soldiers yelled their approval and ran with him, rifles raised, towards the thicket of trees surrounding the Tree from the clearing. A volley of arrows erupted from nowhere, cutting down half of the soldiers immediately. The rest began firing wildly towards the origin of the arrow rain, but Vlad kept sprinting until he took a giant leap forward, landing behind the first line of trees and right onto a surprised tribesman, crushing him under Vlad's huge weight. Grinning, he raised his Saiga-12 and dropped four rushing Ban Ali in a second, emptying the shotgun; as another ran at him, he deftly parried the spearblow and slammed the gun into the tribesman with such force that it cracked clean in two, the spearman dropping to the ground with a broken neck. "Now comes da fun part!" Vlad drew his knife, preparing to blitz forward once again, when he suddenly felt himself go extremely cold, as though he'd stepped into a freezer. Right in front of him, where there had been nothing a moment before, were a pair of snow white eyes. He opened his mouth to scream and nothing came out. The figure flashed and plunged a knife into Vlad's neck, then twisted it and slashed his way out. Vlad slumped to the ground as the Blur retreated casually back towards the Tree.

Vulcan Cannon whirring, Asfer advanced towards the area where he saw Vlad disappear. The 5 soldiers who had followed him were advancing forward cautiously, taking cover behind the trunks of the trees as they went. Suddenly, another wave of spearmen emerged from the woods; gunfire blazed as the soldiers, taken by surprise, were easily dispatched. Asfer's cannon roared as he began to cut down the few spearmen who were slow in taking cover. He stomped forward, streams of hot lead coming from the cannon as he tried to take out the quick and mobile Ban Ali. As one of them skirted in front of the trees and Asfer fired after him, most of his fire was caught by a tree barely 10 meters away, bullets shredding the lower trunk to bits. The tribesman noticed, and thinking quick, leapt behind the tree and kicked the top with all his might. Asfer heard it before he saw it- a deep creaking sound followed by the splintering of wood. He looked around a little before realizing too late where it was coming from. "FFFFF- Asfer tried to sprint to the side, but the huge tree still slammed into his left leg, knocking him to the ground and pinning him down. "ARGH! Bastard!" The spearman descended on Asfer, hoping to stab him while the latter was pinned to the ground, but a shot by Ruben landed right in his head. Asfer sat up, grabbed the tree trunk, and hefted the enormous weight off of his leg, then limped back towards his allies, firing towards oncoming enemies along the way.

Ruben flipped on his thermal sights and settled into his nest, staring at the enormous clearing ahead of him. Distinguishing between targets with the thermal imaging was a little tough, so he picked off the targets furthest away, the ones whom he knew were all enemies. One, two, five, twelve, Ruben was as accurate as he was quick. Somehow he failed to notice the French sniper nestled in his own nest two kilometers away until it was too late- he took a round to the shoulder, grunted in pain, and retaliated with a lightning fast shot that managed to lodge itself in the French marksman's head. He sighed, then noticed Asfer pinned under a fallen tree with a tribesman advancing on him. Raising the scope to his eye, Ruben let off another killshot, giving Asfer time to get free.

Johnny emerged into the clearing with his 7.62 rifle drawn and put the scope to his eye, scanning across the desolate scene of fire and bloodshed. In between the thicket of trees surrounding the center Tree, he could occasionally see French soldiers falling- likely from Ruben's work. He joined in, scoring kill after kill, until they started to thin out- not just from losses, but the French were beginning to actively hide from the two snipers. Johnny instead turned his attention to the right, where the VN Warrior Mech advanced on the group of Russians that were moving towards the Tree. A rocket suddenly took out one of the Mech's legs, causing it to stumble- another hit like that could have left it inoperable. Johnny watched the treeline carefully until the man with the RPG-7 reloaded and leaped out of cover, taking him down immediately with a shot to head and allowing the Mech to rout the rest of the Ruskies.

The VN Mech stomped forward, its thermal vision active and weapons spinning up. It looked to the right and saw the incoming flood of Russian soldiers, responding with a wave of machine gun and cannon fire. A dozen soldiers fell before they could even identify the source of the onslaught, and their bullets were ineffectual against the armored mech steadily advancing towards their contingent. A sudden rocket propelled grenade blasted out of the woods and hit one of the VN Mech's legs, splintering it into pieces. The Mech stopped firing as it stumbled, then quickly calibrated its movement and continued its assault, bringing down even more soldiers as it did. Another soldier with an RPG-7 leaped out of cover and prepared to fire it at the VN Mech, but a skilled shot from Johnny stopped him in his tracks. The Russian attack force was suppressed, and in trying to get away from the Mech and the sniper, they ended up flanking the Chinese, starting a skirmish that nearly wiped out both sides. The Chinese eventually won out against the thinned Russian force and rejoined with the French, both forces having suffered extreme losses.

James Blond stirred awake to the sound of a woman's voice. "James, wake the hell up! There's a huge fight going on!" His eyes shot open, and the first thing that he became aware of was an enormous spear in his midsection. "OW. What exactly do you want me to do about it?" he asks dryly. "Uh, get that stick out of your stomach and go HELP!" Maria retorted. Not a bad plan, but slightly flawed in that James could barely move from pain. "Maybe I'll just wait a little..."

"C'mon, let's go!" Advere shouted as he exploded forward, fueled by lust for blood. With his sword drawn, he leaped into the thicket around the Tree, hacking oncoming Ban Ali to bits. Occasionally he would feel the sharp sting of a glancing blow from a spear or knife, but for the most part, Advere went unscathed as he slashed his way forward. He suddenly felt an odd presence; the last thing he saw before being knocked straight out back into the clearing was a pair of glowing white eyes. He went flying into the air, landing hard on the ground with the wind knocked out of him. "Argh... what the hell was that?" "Whoa, you okay?" he heard Fred ask him. "Fine, but there's something strange in there... someone." He jumped up onto his feet, sword brandished and facing the thicket. "Let's move back to the group..." "Yeah, I'm with you." Fred said as they began to regroup.

"Those guerrillas might be a problem because of sheer numbers... time to fix that." Damien spread his wings wide and shot into the air towards the left-bound group of guerrilla fighters, soaring low towards the sloppy lump of fighters closest to him. Some of the men noticed and began to shout seconds before he slammed into the first guerrilla fighter, sending him flying back from the impact. His sword drawn, Damien flashed rapidly between groups of fighters, hacking down the disorganized mob. Some guerrillas rushed at him, others did all they could to get away from him. A series of Blasts sent the guerrillas scrambling towards the other flank of the Franco-Chinese forces, causing the two factions to nearly wipe each other in the ensuing skirmish, but it left Damien heavily drained of energy. David ran past him as he slowed, gleefully firing at the fleeing guerrillas with his PDR. "Whoo! Easy kills!"

Racking a new box of ammo in his M240, Fred shambled forward into the treeline, firing along the way at any Ban Ali who tried to rush him. Spears flew more frequently as he edged nearer and nearer, and then they abruptly stopped as Advere slaughtered the great majority of the tribesmen who were on side of the thicket closest to the group. Suddenly, Advere himself was launched bodily from the cluster of trees, and he slammed into the ground in front of Fred. "Argh... what the hell was that?" "Whoa, you okay?" Fred asked. "Fine, but there's something strange in there... someone." He jumped up onto his feet, sword brandished and facing the thicket. "Let's move back to the group..." "Yeah, I'm with you." Fred said as they began to regroup.

"Time to shoot more people with bullets from my gun!" David gleefully rushed the guerrillas that were fleeing from Damien's onslaught, firing at the targets in the distance. He passed Damien, who was standing still and panting, and shouted out "Whoo! Easy kills!" as he continued his nearly effortless massacre of the guerrilla forces. They eventually collided with the remnants of the French and Chinese forces, and the three factions more or less wiped each other out at that point. "Aw. There go all of my easy kills. "

Wilson advanced forward toward the center of the clearing, firing grenades from his M203 into the thicket of trees whenever his allies weren't inside and hearing screams of pain whenever he managed to hit a few tribesmen. Eventually, he runs out and has to settle with shooting the few tribesmen who pop up every now and then.