“THIS IS FIREBASE KHE SANH! WE’RE REQUESTING FOR A BROKEN ARROW! MULTIPLE ENEMY BRIGADES ARE STORMING THE LINE! THE BUSHES ARE SHITTING THEM AND WE’RE GETTING BOMBED LIKE GOD ITSELF IS SHITTING AT US FROM ABOVE!”

As the Colonel frantically calls for help in ATC Tower, it its left on the makeshift dirt runway, a C-130H taxis into the Runway as it gets bombed.

“Boxcar, Boxcar to Khe Sanh. We’re not aborting take off over. Outpost Delta needs these supplies.”

“ROGER BOXCAR! TAKE OFF NOW BEFORE THE HARRASSING BARRAGE REACHES HALF OF THE RUNWAY!”

“Copy on all. Godspeed.”

“GODSPEED TO YOU TOO!”

Meanwhile all hell breaks loose on the Firebase as players with skeleton soldiers frantically shoot into the bushes with M16A4s and M4A1s. The jungle was Tropical and the heat could kill a man if they didn’t drink enough water. Mud and dirt is scattered around the base as M1A1 AIMs and M1A2Cs form a firing line. The C-130H’s pilot puts the throttle to max as large magic fireballs strike the uppermost part of the runway. The daring flyboys took off successfully, though shrapnel visibly hit the bottom of the fuselage, they quickly shifted their direction Northeast.

Over the rice paddies and miles and miles of jungle so thick they see the stricken Outpost Delta. Its defenders are already fighting inside as Hueys and Blackhawks circle it like vultures, providing air support as half wolf and half horse human hybrids storm the barbwires and fences. Their immense speed and keen hearing proved difficult to the low level players who can only rely on their modern weapons as the equalizer.

“Boxcar to Outpost Delta, what’s the situation down there? We got the M-One-One-Threes you’ve requested over.”

“ROGER BOXCAR! LZ NOWHERE IS HOT! BUT I STILL HAVE A CONTINGENT OF ENGINEERS THERE! DROP IT AND WE’LL QUICKLY BOARD THEM!”

“Affirmativo Delta. We’ll circle around and skid them on the grass.”

“GET HIM OUT OF HERE! GO! GO! GO! DRAG HIM OUT!”

The transmission cuts out and the C-130H puts down its landing gears. The open killing field engulfed a former Helicopter landing area, which was big enough for the cargo plane to perform a Low Altitude Parachute Extraction. Even with all the death and suffering below them, the two pilots kept their cool and smoothly turned around and aligned the aircraft. They then perfectly performed the LAPES without a witch. The M113 APCs skidded their way into the scarred grassland and surviving Engineers defended by remaining troops immediately got the .50s into action.

Fifty miles away, a carrier strike group from the Men of the Woods arrived.

“Firebase Khe Sanh, this is MOW Grahame, a Kitty-Hawk class aircraft carrier supported by an Enterprise class nuclear aircraft carrier. We’re deploying Super Hornets, Phantoms, and Growlers to immediately support you, over.”

“THANK GOD! THEY’RE ALREADY DEEP INSIDE THE BASE! YOU'RE CLEARED TO LAY WASTE ON EVERYTHING!!!”

“Copy Colonel Hartmann. Stay tight, what’s your respawn area, over?”

“IT'S ALREADY GONE! THE VILLAGE WAS BURNED DOWN BY THESE TRIBAL FUCKS TWO HOURS AGO AND THEY’VE REACHED THE BASES ALTAR! WE HAVE NO RESPAWN POINTS!”

Super Hornets flew low and fast but the F-4 Phantom IIs carrying ten 750lb of Napalm overtook them as the stricken Firebase came into view with pillars of smoke and all sorts of differing coloured magical beams fired down upon it. The old Vietnam era fighter jet was pinpoint in this bombing run. Engulfing the entire length of the base with two lines of nothing but pure smoke and fire. The Tribal warriors of the Blue Moon clan and the Mud Calk were charred, not even their bones were left as the Napalm burned everything, even the leftover vehicles.

Colonel Hartmann was so proud of their timing that he tipped his Cavalry hat and waved at the jets passing by.

“Good! These native fucks will learn from us! Cold Chisel? What’s the status of the Helicopter assault?!”

“Oh yea, righto mate. We got over twenty Hueys and six Apaches headed over to ya’. ETA Four mikes.”

“Roger! God bless you Aussies! Our Navy just paved the way for your boys to land on the Firebase! Keep it chill and deploy!”

“Copy that Khe Sanh. Watch for the skies, we’re boutta’ rain hell on these sooks.”

With Norman Greenbaum - Spirit In The Sky playing, a large formation of ten UH-1H Huey’s escorted by six AH-64E silhouette the rising Sun from the East as a damaged C-130H flew over them, its first engine has a large arrow embedded on its cowler, violently performing an emergency landing on the unpaved runway and running aground as firefights happen around it.

Over the large helicopter formation, one chopper is five hundred meters away, a S-70A Blackhawk, keenly watching over the firefight, on its door written “Queensland Heat” with a pin up of a sexy woman riding a Kangaroo.

“Yea Hogrider, deploy Yowie on the entrance, lay waste on everything. Don’t hold back on those suckas’.”

The Apaches lay waste on the attacking humanoid tribals, seeing that the tides have changed, many have switched into their Invisibility Cloak and as if everyone attacking the players just disappeared, the entire enemy side has stopped firing arrows and magic at them. In return, the helicopters and the defenders of the Firebase continued laying waste. As even though the Cloak hides their signatures, it doesn’t remove their physical presence and bullets will still kill them

Half a hundred miles away, a Combat Patrol is weaving through the thick weeds of the jungle. The Squad leader with his M16A4 and with an under barrel M203 Grenade launcher, hacking at the bushes with a Machete. Little did they know they were in the middle of an entire tribal army, the radiomans backpack PRC then comes to life.

“GOOOOOOD MOORNNNING SCHON! THIS IS I! THE GREAT AND ALMIGHTY LEFTENANT BRUCE AND COMING TO YOU TODAY AT A HOT THIRTY TWO CELSIUS MORNING! MOS is I don’t fucking know and coming to you live from the ass end of this shithole, Airbase Peanuts. Temperatures are expected to calm as the December month rolls in! You heard it here folks! Our smart people back at the Guilds have determined that this place has the same months as us but with some differences! Including in the Februaries and Januaries having five to six extra days! In other news, the Six foot and eight foot tall humanoids with Wolf heads and horseheads has been successfully outed from Firebase Khe Sanh, though suffering heavy losses, Colonel Hartmann has said that he’ll shove more Napalm up these furballs asses with his bare hands if needed! Oh my God! Look at the time!”

The upbeat and energetic man in the radio immediately boosts the morale of the combat patrol, having to fight an unbearable number of mosquitos, snakes and poisonous plants made their time there an absolute hell. But thanks to their healing magic, they were able to survive it and even the poisonous animals and plants.

“Hey Joachim, we actually have a name for those things.”

“You mean the one about the Werewolves or the Horseheads?”

“Horseheads. In my country, we actually call them Tikbalangs. A mythical creature that is supposed to lead people astray in the rainforests in the provinces… just like what’s happening now.”

The Asian player faces the Squad leader with the Second in Command, visibly confused by the terrain and holding the worn paper map they’ve been given upside down.

“Well here in Europe, the Werewolves, we actually call them Lycanthropes. Humans that can turn into Wolves.”

The well built and tall European man was then cut by an Irish fellow, man handling an M60E4 with a rucksack full of belt links for the 7.62s.

“Look, the only thing you have to look out for, is the six or eight foot tall ones. They’re batshit crazy and still under the control of the first Demon King or Lord or whatever the fuck. The more humanoid ones, like the one I was banging in a Cottage, which is basically a Human chick with Wolf ears, are pretty normal except for their heightened senses and smell.”

“Yea, yea, yea. You’ve been going on about that since we were at the Blackhawk. We get it, you're not a virgin anymore. Tell that to me again when you’ve actually done it back in our world.”

Though the cloaked humanoids are unable to understand English, they’re well aware that they’re too busy joking and horsing around to see they’re surrounded. The tall beast reveals his hand and signals for some of his kind on the top of the trees to prepare to ambush them.

“Now, for those saying it's too early to be this loud, YOU GOTTA WAKE UP AND START MOVING! We gotta show the Russians who got fucked by the Vampires and Demons up North that we can do better! With the help of the good ole’ Aussies from Down Under, the hardened folks of the Southeast Pacific Regions and of course my fellow Americans, we shall go home with a victory for all of us. OH! WE GOT NEWS! Recently we heard that the Freight train carrying rocket parts has arrived at Techno City! Hence why to all my people listening to this radio, from the Oriential and harsh jungles of Eastern Schon… to the scenic fields and landscapes of Dragovh… to the mountainous and arduous lands of Geraldia and most of all! Our desert rats in Meridian, doing God's work and helping our folks who got enslaved into freedom, I COME TO YOU ALL FROM AIR BASE PEANUUUTS!”

All of the sudden, the Irishman with his M60E4 opened fire into a random bush. Unbeknownst to him, his senses correctly detected an eight foot tall Werewolf man that attempted to drag him into the forest, never to be found.

“Jesus Goomer Pile, what the fuck was that? You trying to genocide the local fauna now?!” The stoic and stubborn Sergeant wasn’t having any of it. “You fucktard just blew our position!”

“I FOOKEN FELT SUMTHING DER MATE! YAAAR THAT’S NOT GOOD!”

“GLASSES! CONTROL THAT MAN OR IF WE RESPAWN, I’LL SLAM YOU INTO LATRINE DUTY!”

The young nerdy looking player was thrown aback by the Sergeants anger, but rather than responding, the Private kept staring at the Squad Leader.

“What?! Why aren't you saying anything, soldier?!”

“Sir, not to spook you or anything but the Tree branch behind you is slightly lifted. I’m trying not to panic but I’m sure that’s one of the Humanoids about to stab you sir.”

“Gobb, call in an Airstrike in our position right now.”

The Radioman calmly grabs his Handset, nonchalantly trying to speak into it while everyone keeps an eye on one another, not letting the cloaked beasts to ambush them.

“This is Bravo Two, we’re currently smack dab in the middle of an enemy ambush. We’re requesting any aircraft in this frequency to bomb us.”

“Airbase Khe Sanh copies you. We’re still in light combat, cleaning some stragglers, but I have some Hercules with Agent Blue Herbicides with Poison loaded up and ready for flight. I’ll get them to you. Callsign Bluebird, over.”

“Copy, we’ll jump into MOPP gear immediately.”

The Sergeant was first, casually opening his gas mask pouch and putting on the M45 while grabbing a pair of Nomex gloves in his rucksack. The rest of the squad then followed as three C-130Hs carrying hundreds of barrels of Agent Blue took off from the still battered and unpaved runway of Khe Sanh. The last cargo plane blew one wheel on its left landing gear as it took off.

Back at the Combat Patrol, they continue walking through the forest while knowing full well they’re surrounded and the moment they take an eye off one another, they’d be dead. Using the M45 gas mask, their sights have literally been clogged now by the eye holes with leaves, branches and weed. As the squad marched on, behind them, they could hear the propellers of the C-130Hs.

“Bluebird to Bravo Two, what’s your current status over? We’re passing IP Beauford to Bedford now.”

“Bravo Two to Bluebird, gas us with this fucks. They’re still creeping on from behind, over.”

“Copy, make sure you don’t have any skin exposed. This shit will make you wanna scratch yourself to the bone.”

The line of three C-130s open their ramps, and a trail of blue smoke falls upon the forest, giving it a blue hue while the Tribals inhale the Poisonous Herbicide, clogging their lungs and causing internal bleeding which then lead to a fast and violent death. The cargo planes then flew directly over the squad, and all of the sudden, Glasses is flattened by an invisible object. The Radioman and Machine Gunner nearly shot one another but luckily, the two calmly looked down and could see he had disappeared.

All of the sudden, the man appears out of nowhere. Removing the cloak and revealing a large muscled eight foot tall werewolf man wearing leather armor and holding a large dagger.

“Holy shit guys.”

Then more bodies fell from the treetops and their surroundings, the soil and the bushes getting crushed around them showed just how much they were going to fight if ever they chose to open fire.

“This could easily go up to the hundreds or thousand.”

“Aye laddy. Good job today?”

“Yea, call in for the Blackhawk and tell Bluebird it did God's work today.”

A few miles away, on the side of a Hill that’s been turned into elevated rice paddies, Twenty UH-1Y Iroquois escorted by AH-1Z Cobras and MH-6 LIttlebirds all in Vietnam era style camouflage flew through the strange Oriental land where some open fields has some strange pyramid structures made out of rocks put on top of each other and tall building like land formations force the pilots to weave and maneuver their way into the LZ.

The UH-1Y Transport helicopters quickly landed, deploying multiple squads as they threw purple smoke while throwing red on some random huts which the AH-1Z quickly blew up with Hydra rockets. One of the Iroqouis was ferrying the Colonel, proudly wearing his Stetson Cavalry Hat while touting his shiny Golden Aviators as his chopper touched down, sinking its skids on the paddies and letting the officers out.

“God I love the smell of Napalm in the morning.”

Following him is a Captain wearing his ACH combat helmet with goggles down.

“I can’t believe you just said that. Out of all the things you could’ve said like orders, you had to say that sentence.”

“What? A normal person won’t get the opportunity to say that line. Of course I’ll do it, and out of everything, you really gotta pick that one? Not the fact that I just napalmed Rice Paddies and blew up straw houses?”

“No, those I get, but Jesus. That line. You’ve watched that movie way to many times.”

“Suck my big fat cock Captain. When I get promoted to General, you’ll be sucking my balls too.”

“Respectfully sir?”

“Speak.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Ohhh, so it's going to be like that huh? I remember seeing you go to a Succubus Inn back at Geraldia.”

“WHA- HOW?!”

“I have many eyes. I always gotta keep my men, most of all my trusted officers in line.”

“WELL, I saw you ogling at those Holy See Nuns back at the Kingdom of James!”

“WOAH, HEY! WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO? WHY WOULD NUNS WEAR SUCH TIGHT CLOTHES?!”

The soldiers then dragged out the half human half animal residents of the land and Rolling Stones - Sympathy for the Devils blasting from makeshift speakers welded into the position of the passenger seats. The two officers then go into serious mode, walking to the suspicious individuals the soldiers found.

“I’ve heard news that some Eight Foot Tall Furballed fucktards came through this place and blew up two Outposts and a Firebase. Does any one of you understand English or even know what I’m talking about?”

They didn’t respond, the NCO noticed that they’re wearing Asian farming outfits complete with Conical hats, they have no idea what was even happening and it's their first time even seeing a helicopter and modern machines. The Colonel gestures for the soldiers to let them go. He then goes around and quickly grabs the handset on one of the Radioman.

“This is Godfather to all callsigns, expedite the assault. We know they have tunnels here but don’t bother asking the Locals. Only those with Translation skills are allowed to do so, they don’t understand jack as expected.”

Behind him, two F-4 Phantom IIs drop a total of twenty four Napalm canisters in one run. Creating a large wall of dangerous flame. The soldiers who were too used to the violence merely ignored it. Tasking their mindless skeleton men to follow them into combat and to destroy the tunnels that littered the area.

“Colonel Westwood, sir, are you sure we can’t slow down? We’ve only arrived and we’re already covering a dangerous amount of land that we might overstretch ourselves even with helicopters and planes.”

“Look Captain, right now, we have to make do. Because at this moment, Public support for our invasion of Schon is at its peak. By all means, we must move forward before everyone gets weared down by war. This is already costing the United Nations enough, sending an entire carrier strike fleet here alone has meant the call to action of tens of thousands of mindless skeletons and thousands of players.”

“But sir, the Fortress City is still nearly a thousand kilometers away. Would it even be worth it in the end if we don’t even calculate that our forces won’t reach the Demon Kingdoms borders before getting bogged down by their numbers?”

“It will. That city, though being Ancient as said in the documents, has its worth. It is strategically placed between three intercepting rivers and is a trading hub for most of the Hybrids in this part of the continent. So Captain, get your Air Cavalry going. Only slow down if the French and Australian players can’t keep up. Do not stop, we must reach it before snowfall starts as December is near.”

“Sir, yes sir.”

“And tell the other Asians to start moving! The Filipinos and Japanese are already multiple miles ahead of the entire main force!”