Joseph is no where in sight, but his voice rings out for all to hear. "Well that's it. You are all DEAD! You hear me! Let me show you what awaits you! HAHAHAHAAAHHAAH." he says, giggling manically at the end of his speech.
Suddenly the ground rumbles slightly as ghostly figures in blue and gray uniforms rise out of the ground. They form sloppy columns and start marching haphazardly toward the group from all sides with rifles fixed with bayonets.
OOC: Group 1: FPS, Jazz, Hatchy, wacky, Gear
Group two: Salt, Ber, Drak, OFE, Kirke, Nail
Also, 100 ghost infantry remain.
Group 1, make your attacks.