Our first, last and only line of defense (another XCOM LP) (completed)

TrippyJing

Wait, was I tested?

sarukun

Brovid Hasselsmof wrote: »

You got tested ages ago Anti. You are a psionic dunce like nearly everyone else.

Maybe I should have let Dr Vahlen put those "additives" in the base's water supply after all.

It's good to see that the testing has caused no long-term damage to soldier's cognition.

Feriluce

Have I been tested yet?

chiasaur11

Brovid Hasselsmof wrote: »

You got tested ages ago Anti. You are a psionic dunce like nearly everyone else.

Maybe I should have let Dr Vahlen put those "additives" in the base's water supply after all.

Oh, how they laughed when I started bottling my own water.

And built a miniature purification system in my locker.

And started wearing my sealed environmental armor around the base.

I remember the nicknames. The derision. The jokes about "precious bodily fluids".

Well. I STILL FEEL PRETTY STUPID, DESPITE BEING 100% VALIDATED. I HOPE YOU'RE ALL HAPPY.

sarukun

Chiasaur

the Evo-armor is not like a space suit

you cannot pee in it, there is no collection pouch for it.




Your new nickname is Thaddeus "Rusty" Venture, Chiasaur.

Brovid Hasselsmof

TrippyJing wrote: »

Wait, was I tested?

Not yet! I have just sent you and Fuzzbutt for probing. Don't hold your breath though, you both have pretty shit will.

Feriluce wrote: »

Have I been tested yet?

Not yet! You also have shit will, but you're only a captain so I'm going to let you go up a few more ranks before testing you.

Brovid Hasselsmof

Huh.

TrippyJing

Laughing.

Laughing so hard.

Label

Oh god damnit. Of course Jing would be gifted.

Brovid Hasselsmof

Now Jing can shoot Label in the face with mind bullets as well as actual bullets!

Next update will be tomorrow. I just edited the pictures but am too tired to be witty.

chiasaur11

Oh, good.

Psychics without enough willpower to control their random impulses. Any of them.

This is JUST what we needed.

Theodore Floosevelt

psychic (p)squad a(p)sseeeeeemble!!

Brovid Hasselsmof

Operation Vengeful Jester
December 6th 11:43 Brazil
Col. Madder, Cpt. Murderbot, Cpt. Feriluce, Lt. Macky, Sgt. Kathulu, Cpl. Fearghaill


Col. Madder: Nice of the pilot to drop us down in a river. Let's get to that high ground, I think my boots are leaking.



Cpt. Murderbot: I hear movement up ahead.



Cpt. Murderbot: And bingo, there's the craft.



Cpt. Murderbot: Hostiles!



Col. Madder {plasma sniper rifle fire}



Cpt. Murderbot: Two of them have disappeared.

Col. Madder: Murderbot, fall back. Everyone else keep your eyes peeled.



Col. Madder: Here they come.



Col. Madder {plasma sniper rifle fire}



Cpl. Fearghaill {plasma rifle fire}





Lt. Macky {heavy plasma fire}





Lt. Macky: One down!

Cpt. Feriluce: The others are moving up. Watch out, frag!



{explosion}

Sgt. Kathulu: Aaagh. Dammit, I was using that tree.



Col. Madder {plasma sniper rifle fire}



Col. Madder: One left. Going again.



Col. Madder {plasma sniper rifle fire}



Col. Madder: Hit. But it's still up.

Sgt. Kathulu: I'll take care of it, get me some revenge.





Sgt. Kathulu: Uh...

Brovid Hasselsmof

Sgt. Kathulu: I may be having some regrets about that choice.

Cpt. Feriluce: If you come back over here, maybe they'll just forget they saw you?



Lt. Macky: I can provide a distraction, if that would help?

Lt. Macky {RPG launch}

{EXPLOSION}



Sgt. Kathulu {scatter laser blast}



Sgt. Kathulu: Floater is down.

Cpl. Fearghaill: Throwing frag!



{explosion}





Cpt. Feriluce {plasma rifle fire}



Cpt. Feriluce: Just the two left.

Cpt. Murderbot: Moving up.



Cpt. Murderbot {alloy cannon blast}





Cpt. Murderbot: Dammit. That's not good.

Sgt. Kathulu: Hmm. Not great over here, either.

Brovid Hasselsmof

Col. Madder: Murderbot watch out, muton moving up on your position!

Cpt. Murderbot: That's close enough, ugly.



Cpt. Murderbot {alloy cannon blast}



Cpt. Murderbot: Dealt with. Second one's on the move.

{plasma rifle fire}



Cpl. Fearghaill: Aaaagh!



Col. Madder {plasma sniper rifle fire}





Col. Madder {plasma sniper rifle fire}



Col. Madder: Fearghaill, fall back!

Cpl. Fearghaill: Aye aye.



Cpt. Feriluce: Kathulu, you might want to get out of there as well.



Sgt. Kathulu: I'd rather shoot this muton in the face, actually.



Sgt. Kathulu {scatter laser blast}





Cpt. Feriluce plasma rifle fire}





Cpt. Feriluce: Berzerker's on the move!



Lt. Macky {heavy plasma fire}



Sgt. Kathulu: Uh-oh...

Berzerker: Raaaghr!



Sgt. Kathulu: Damn, that hurt!

Cpt. Feriluce: Well we did tell you to fall back.

Col. Madder {plasma sniper rifle fire}







Cpt. Murderbot {alloy cannon blast}



Cpt. Murderbot: Target pacified.

Brovid Hasselsmof

Cpt. Feriluce: Okay you two, hold still a second.





Col. Madder: If everyone's patched up, I guess it's time to clear out the ship.





Col. Madder: Feriluce, head over the other side and cover the enemy's retreat.

Cpt. Feriluce: Roger that. Firing grapple.





Cpt. Feriluce: I got a glimpse of something inside. An ethereal, and it's not alone. Don't think they spotted me though.



Col. Madder: All right. Kathulu, head 'round and support Feriluce. Don't let them see you.



Sgt. Kathulu: In position!



Lt. Macky: Then let's say hello.





Lt. Macky: We have one more muton elite. Ethereal's legged it out of the craft.

Col. Madder {plasma sniper rifle fire}





Col. Madder: Dammit, negative contact.

Cpt. Feriluce: Moving in!

Cpt. Feriluce {plasma rifle fire}





Sgt. Kathulu {scatter laser blast}



Sgt. Kathulu: Muton is down.

Lt. Macky: I have eyes on the ethereal.





Cpl. Fearghaill: Muh... must... kill all humans.



Cpt. Feriluce: Oh my god, Fearghaill's on their side!



Cpt. Murderbot: Calm your tits, Feriluce. We just have to kill the skinny fucker before Fearghaill takes a shot at one of us.



Sgt. Kathulu {scatter laser blast}



Lt. Macky: Frag out!



{explosion}



Cpt. Murderbot {alloy cannon blast}



Ethereal: Screeee!





Cpt. Murderbot: Oh wow, they're pretty when they die.

Cpl. Fearghaill: Bluh... what just happened?

Lt. Macky: You got zombied again. Don't worry, we took care of it.

Brovid Hasselsmof

Operation Vengeful Jester Mission Debrief


Kill Count

Col. Madder 3
Cpt. Murderbot 3
Cpt. Feriluce 2
Sgt. Kathulu 2
Lt. Macky 1
Cpl. Fearghaill 0



Promotions

Cpt. Feriluce promoted to Major. She gains Deep Pockets (confers one additional inventory slot)

Cpt. Murderbot promoted to Major. She acquires Extra Conditioning (bonus health dependent on armour type worn)

Lt. Macky promoted to Captain. She may specialise as a Grenadier (carry one extra grenade) or enter the Danger Zone (increases AOE of Suppression and rocket attacks by 2 tiles) @Halos Nach Tarriff

Sgt. Kathulu promoted to Lieutenant. She can be trained in Flush (fire a shot that forces the target to move; does reduced damage) or Rapid Fire (take two shots against the target, each with a -15 Aim penalty) @Kristmas Kthulhu

Cpl. Fearghaill promoted to Sergeant. Nicknamed Mad Dog. Training is in either Lightning Reflexes (first reaction shot against this soldier always misses), or Close and Personal (+30% critical chance against adjacent targets) @Fearghaill


Casualty List

Lt. Kathulu admitted to the medbay for 7 days.
Sgt. Fearghaill admitted to the medbay for 2 days.


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Overall Kill Count

Col. Madder 36
Col. Label 30
Col. Floosevelt 29
Col. Rankenphile 28 (+2)
Cpt. Starbuck 23 (KIA)
Col. Fuzzbutt 22 (+6)
Maj. Murderbot 21
Maj. Jing 20
Maj. Eleven 18
Maj. Feriluce 17
Cpt. Fuego 14
Cpt. Galore 12 (KIA)
Lt. Fisk 11 (KIA)
Cpt. Macky 10
Lt. Alagant 9
Lt. Kathulu 8
Lt. Pugilation 8 (KIA)
Sgt. Scherbchen 8
Sgt. Thirteen 7
Lt. Sim 6
Sgt. Crawfish 5
Sgt. Escutcheon 5
Sgt. Vulgarity 4
Sgt. Fearghaill 4
Cpl. Aya 4 (KIA)
Sq. Mullet 4 (KIA)
Sq. Bogey 3 (KIA)
Sq. Gatz 2 (KIA)
GOLIATH-1 2
Cpl. Nickety 1
Sq. Sticks 0 (KIA)
Sq. Blythe 6th 0 (KIA)
Rk. Lobo 0 (KIA)
Rk. Fatt 0 (KIA)

UnbrokenEva

Lightning Reflexes please, Commander.

Label

Kathulu sure ate her wheaties this morning, wow.

Halos Nach Tariff

There is literally no way I can turn down a skill called Enter the Danger Zone, Macky will takes that one please Smof.

Brovid Hasselsmof

Intermission Base Report


Shortly after returning home from that mission we hear that the science team have finished developing the new Psi Armour. I get engineering to knock one together and give it to Label to try out. I'm sure he can be trusted with even more brain magics.




More good news follows, as construction is completed on the chillout room Gollop Chamber. I'm liking the swimming pools, but I think it could do with a few beanbag chairs and maybe a vending machine. I'll get Dr Shen right on that.




So, this is it then. I am informed that we have a soldier capable of using the chamber. I assume that's Label as he's the only person we have with maxed-out psionics. I have no idea what happens now (no thpoilerth please!). Maybe using this thing will give him Godlike power? Maybe it will pop his skull like an egg in a microwave? Who knows, but these are the risks he signed up for and for which the project accepts no liability, as clearly indicated in the small print of his 50 page service contract.

Forwards and upwards and twirling we go.

chiasaur11

Sir, I read the briefing on the Gollop chamber, and it seems like any of our Tetsuo wannnabes can use it, as long as they're wearing psi armor.

Bad news is, it lights us up like a Christmas tree. If we don't hammer the aliens as soon as we fire the thing up, well, we're fucked. No point in mincing words. So, best to polish off anything else we're working on before firing the thing up.

Then, well, we've got a war to win.

Glory, glory hallelujah, Burning plasma melting through ya, Earth is gonna blow right through ya, YOU FUCKING FREAKS ARE THROUGH

sarukun

Harsh words but suitable, considering the circumstances.

Label

Brand new fancy brainpower suit? Check.
Explosives? Check, check, double check.
Drinking supply filled with appropriate fluids? Check.

Alright xeno scum, LET'S DO THIS!

Brovid Hasselsmof

Intermission Base Report, cont.


Okay so apparently any of my loyal brain wizards can use the Gollop chamber, as I have been informed by one of my soldiers, way to drop the ball there Dr Vahlen. However, as our most experienced and powerful psionic, I feel it's only right to give Label the responsibility/honour/horrific consequences. Don't fuck this up, Label!

Dr. Vahlen decides to commandeer the base PA and regale us all with stories about the things we did to get to this point (which, uh, we were there, Vahlen), while we watch Col. Label make his way to the Gollop chamber, escorted by... wait, who are these guys? I don't recognise them! Who hired them? How'd they get the relevant MAXIMUM TOP LEVEL SECURITY CLEARANCE that lets them be down there?? Jesus, this fucking operation.



Label approaches the lamp, preparing to reveal the answer to the most important question - will it do that cool lightning thing when he touches it?



Okay, no, this is much cooler. Fair play, alien stoners, you have technologically outdone us once again.



Only then Label starts tripping out and seeing a bunch of messed up stuff, only I was too slow with the screenshot button so I kind of missed all the coolest bits.







.... well, that doesn't sound ominous at all, does it?


Clearly Label has been counter-incepted by the alien menace and is now a mind-controlled zombie, so command orders him neutralised. But then the doctors start whining and arguing and Label's all "No commander, really, I'm not brainwashed please don't murder me" blah blah blah, so I cancel the order. But I've got my eyes on him.

Preparations are complete. All that's left to do now is assault the big motherfuggin earthquake ship. All we've done until this point, all the people we've lost, all the radioactive material our troops have carried home with vastly unsuitable equipment, all the nightmarish experiements Vahlen has been performing in her private lab, has led up to this. Let's hope it was all worth it.

After some consideration about which squad to send, I decide it's only fair that those who have been with us the longest are granted the chance to strike the final blow. The original Squad One are back together, and as they have never had a permanent 6th member that place is taken by Col. Rankenphile, the only surviving original member of Squad Two. By happy coincidence this means all of our psionics plus our most unstable, team-killing soldier are going on the final mission together. Which I find pleasing.

God speed you brave, stupid few. Rest assured that should you not return your next of kin will be informed of the heroic sacrifice you will have made*





*not actually true, due to confidentiality issues.

TrippyJing

I look forward to shooting you all in the back working with you all.

chiasaur11

TrippyJing wrote: »

I look forward to shooting you all in the back working with you all.

Trippy, as the only non-Colonel on this mission, you represent the honor of Majors everywhere.

Win this for Alfred Pennyworth, Jay Gatsby, Major Major Major Major.

And of course Guile, the model for XCOM officers everywhere.

Would THEY shoot everyone else in the back?

Maybe! So, you know, play this one by ear.

Brovid Hasselsmof

Operation Welcome to Earth
December 10th 11:43 - Assault on Temple Ship
Col. Floosevelt, Col. Label, Col. Madder, Col. Fuzzbutt, Col. Rankenphile, Maj. Jing


Col. Floosevelt: We're approaching the landing site. Everyone ready? Because if you're not it's a bit fucking late now.

Col. Fuzzbutt: Does anyone else find it weird that we can just fly right up to this ship? Don't they have any guns?





Col. Label: Woah, does anyone else hear that?

Maj. Jing: Hear what?



Col. Label: Uh... nothing. Just the wind.

Col. Floosevelt: Everyone form up on those doors.





Col. Rankenphile: Knock knock!



Col. Fuzzbutt: Space monkeys! How adorable.

Col. Floosevelt: Ah, this takes me back.



Maj. Jing: Okay, let's give this shit a try...



Maj. Jing: Oh my god, the power.

Col. Rankenphile: Jesus christ. I'm surrounded by freaks who think they're wizards.



Col. Rankenphile {alloy cannon blast}



Col. Rankenphile: God dammit.

Col. Fuzzbutt: Moving up.





{explosion}



Col. Fuzzbutt: Just one left.



Col. Floosevelt {plasma rifle fire}



Col. Floosevelt: Negative contact.

Maj. Jing: Uh...



Maj. Jing: Guuuh... must... kill... Label.

Col. Floosevelt: Shit, Jing's been MC'd.

Col. Label: Really? How can you tell?

Col. Madder: Guys, we have some kind of disco light show happening over here!



Col. Floosevelt: Cyberdisk!



Col. Rankenphile: Got another one over here, too.



Col. Floosevelt: The sectoid is the priority. I don't want to have to put Jing down before we even get out of the first room.

Col. Rankenphile: Roger that.

Col. Rankenphile {alloy cannon blast}



Col. Rankenphile: It's down.

Col. Floosevelt: Jing, are you back with us?

Maj. Jing: Huh? I think so.

Col. Floosevelt: Well, do you still want to shoot Label?

Maj. Jing: ...kinda.

Col. Floosevelt: Good enough.



Col. Madder {plasma pistol shots}



{drone beam fire}



Col. Fuzzbutt: Hey, ow! That hurt, kind of. A bit.



Col. Floosevelt: Oh hell. Jing, brace yours...

{explosion}



(Game bugged out here and I couldn't screenshot it, but Fuzzbutt got grenaded too)



Col. Madder {plasma sniper rifle fire}



Col. Madder: That's a hit.

Col. Floosevelt {plasma rifle fire}



{EXPLOSION}



Col. Floosevelt: Kaboom. One down.

Brovid Hasselsmof

Col. Rankenphile: I guess you guys can't use your jedi powers on these things, huh? Luckily bullets work against everything.



Col. Rankenphile {alloy cannon blast}





Col. Fuzzbutt {alloy cannon blast}



Col. Fuzzbutt: Uh, that was a practise shot!

Col. Fuzzbutt {alloy cannon blast}



Col. Fuzzbutt: There we go.

{EXPLOSION}



Col. Madder: Another pair of sectoids, two o' clock.



Col. Fuzzbutt {plasma pistol shots}



Col. Rankenphile: Was that another practise shot? Aren't you meant to do those on the range before the mission?



Col. Label: Assuming direct control.







{plasma pistol shots}



Col. Label: Haha, wow. That was cold.

{drone beam fire}







Col. Label: Man, why do I even haul this gun around any more?



Col. Floosevelt {plasma rifle fire}



Col. Floosevelt: That just leaves one more drone, right?

Col. Rankenphile: Think it ducked down behind the wall.





Col. Fuzzbutt: Oh hi there.

Col. Fuzzbutt {alloy cannon blast}



Col. Rankenphile: That wasn't much of a welcome party, I'm barely warmed up.

Col. Fuzzbutt: You didn't get a grenade in the face.

Caulk Bite 6

I kind of expected someone to use a brainpower after the wizards crack, and shout "magic missile!"

YerMum

Have you tried rift yet? You probably should - just don't walk through the AOE before it dissipates.

Label

Man I'm gunna have so much fun with shit once this war's over!

YerMum

Label wrote: »

Man I'm gunna have so much fun with shit once this war's over!

Yes, yes you are.

You're the Volunteer, afraid it's a one way ticket for you!

Brovid Hasselsmof

I wish I hadn't clicked that.

Label

Oooh, we could go to Las Vegas! I've always heard that place is fun, I bet we could get rich somehow with this mind stuff.

Brovid Hasselsmof

Col. Floosevelt: All right, same drill as the last room. Jing, Fuzzbutt, take the side door and cover the flank, everyone else through the centre door.



Maj. Jing: Opening up.



Col. Fuzzbutt: Heavy floaters!







Col. Madder {plasma pistol shots}







Col. Floosevelt: Hey, how come that one died to a brain zap?

Maj. Jing: I dunno, colonel. Maybe I'm just better than you.

Col. Rankenphile {laser pistol shots}





Col. Fuzzbutt: Guess I should out try this unholy affront to the laws of god and nature myself.



Col. Fuzzbutt: Okay, that was pretty badass. I love science!

Col. Rankenphile: You're a buncha wrong'uns if you ask me. Should all be put down.

Maj. Jing: Aw Rank, are you just jealous cos we can shoot straighter with our mind bullets than you can with actual bullets?

Col. Label: Two more up front!



Col. Floosevelt: And we've got one on our left flank.





Col. Madder {plasma sniper rifle fire}



Col. Madder {plasma sniper rifle fire}





Col. Floosevelt {plasma rifle fire}





Col. Label: And that's that. Nice and tidy...

Col. Fuzzbutt: Chrysalids!





Maj. Jing: Chrysalids appearing out of nowhere? Hello nightmare fuel.

Col. Floosevelt {plasma rifle fire}



Col. Floosevelt: One down.

Col. Fuzzbutt {alloy cannon blast}





Col. Rankenphile {alloy cannon blast}



Col. Rankenphile: All done.

Maj. Jing: Okay, so I guess it would be a nightmare if maybe we didn't have futuristic super-weapons.

Col. Floosevelt: Let's keep it moving. What's behind door number three?



Col. Floosevelt: Oh, great. Thin men. Not gonna be easy to get a decent shot on them, either.



Col. Label: Hold up a sec, let me try something here.





Col. Floosevelt: Holy shit, Label. When did you learn to do that?

Col. Label: Right about the time I mind-melded with an alien lamp.

Col. Floosevelt: All right, when we get back to base I am definitely sticking my head into that thing.

Maj. Jing: Got a runner over here.





Maj. Jing: Couldn't run fast enough.

Col. Madder: Uh, Label, what do you suppose happens if we walk into that... thing... you made?



Col. Label: No idea. Go find out!

Col. Madder: Okay, who votes we wait for the swirly vortext of psionic death to dissipate before we move on?

Col. Label: Cowards.

Brovid Hasselsmof

Col. Rankenphile: Can't see anything.

Col. Floosevelt: Someone get in there and scout.

Col. Madder: We've got mutons in here.



Col. Rankenphile: Two god damn mutons? That's baby hour, not worth all this sneaking around.







Col. Madder: Make that four mutons and a berzerker.



Col. Rankenphile: That's barely any more exciting.

Col. Rankenphile {alloy cannon blast}



Col. Rankenphile: Three mutons!



Col. Label: Now it's, two and a half, maybe?





Maj. Jing {plasma rifle fire}



Maj. Jing: One down.

Col. Floosevelt: We need to draw that berzerker away from Rank before she gets smashed.

Col. Madder: Copy that.

Col. Madder {plasma pistol shots}



Berzerker {roar!}



Col. Floosevelt: That worked.



Col. Floosevelt {plasma rifle fire}



Col. Floosevelt {plasma rifle fire}





{plasma rifle fire}





Col. Label: Aw, there goes my muton.

Col. Floosevelt: Your pets don't seem to last very long, Label.

Brovid Hasselsmof

Col. Fuzzbutt: Mind bullets!





Col. Fuzzbutt: Oh... huh.

Col. Label: More practise, young padawan needs.



{explosion}





Col. Fuzzbutt: He's gone into hiding. Guess I'll do it the old fashioned way.

{plasma rifle fire}





Col. Fuzzbutt {alloy cannon blast}



Col. Fuzzbutt: Target pacified.

Col. Floosevelt: Area up ahead looks pretty open and exposed. Jing, how about you go check it out for us.

Maj. Jing: Aye aye. Going stealth.





Maj. Jing: Got two robot tanks down there, and bugger all in the way of good cover for approaching.

Col. Floosevelt: Let's just get as close as possible without being seen.



{sectopod chest cannon fire}



Col. Madder: I think they've spotted us!

{sectopod chest cannon fire}



Col. Label: Yep, they've definitely spotted us. Good thing they can't shoot straight!

Col. Label: Wait... don't these guns usually fire twi-

{sectopod chest cannon fire}



{sectopod chest cannon fire}

Brovid Hasselsmof

Col. Label: Aagh. God dammit. Same to you, fuckers!

Col. Label {RPG launch}



{EXPLOSION}





Col. Madder {plasma sniper rifle fire}

{EXPLOSION}



Maj. Jing {plasma rifle fire}





Col. Floosevelt {plasma rifle fire}



{EXPLOSION}



Col. Label: God damn robot tanks.

Maj. Jing: Here, Label, let me patch you up. I don't want anything killing you except me.

Col. Label: Uh... thanks?



Maj. Jing: I have one medkit left.

Col. Floosevelt: Let's get the end of this room covered, then you can fix up Madder. I don't want anything sneaking up on us.

Col. Rankenphile: Moving up.



{plasma rifle fire}

{plasma rifle fire}



Col. Rankenphile: The hell'd they come from??





Col. Floosevelt {plasma rifle fire}





Col. Label {heavy plasma fire}





Maj. Jing: Why do you haul that gun around, Label?

Col. Label: Shut up.



{explosion}





Col. Fuzzbutt {alloy cannon blast}





Col. Rankenphile {alloy cannon blast}



Col. Rankenphile: It's still standing.

Col. Floosevelt: I'm on it.



Col. Floosevelt {plasma rifle fire}



Col. Floosevelt: It's down. Also, ow.

Maj. Jing: Sooo... who wants this medkit now?

Brovid Hasselsmof

Col. Madder: Maybe just hold onto it for now. Let's see what's up ahead.

Maj. Jing: All right, I'll scout it out again.



Maj. Jing: All clear up here, and I can see into the next room. Looks like it's the end of the line.



Col. Floosevelt: Okay folks, this is it. Whatever we came to do, we're doing it in that room.

Maj. Jing: Rank I'm giving you the last medkit. Don't waste it by getting yourself killed.





Col. Floosevelt: We'll head up to the high ground. Jing, do your thing and see what's waiting for us.





Maj. Jing: Ethereal up ahead! I guess that's the guy... or girl... or whatever in charge.







Col. Label: Okay seriously, you guys can't hear that?

Col. Fuzzbutt: Hear what, Label? You trippin'?







Col. Label: Agh. Get... OUT... OF MY HEAD!

Col. Label {RPG launch}



{EXPLOSION}



Col. Madder: ...Oookay.

Col. Madder {plasma sniper rifle fire}



Col. Madder {plasma sniper rifle fire}



Col. Madder {plasma sniper rifle fire}







Col. Rankenphile {alloy cannon blast}



Maj. Jing {plasma rifle fire}





Ethereal: Screeeee...