Rk. Starbuck promoted to Squaddie. Assigned class: Heavy.
Rk. Gatz promoted to Squaddie. Assigned class: Support.
Rk. Rankenphile promoted to Squaddie. Assigned class: Assault. Sq. Rankenphile may now choose whether to carry an assault rifle or a shotgun, @Rankenphile. (Might I suggest shotgun??)
Brovid Hasselsmof[Growling historic on the fury road]Registered Userregular
So a successful first UFO mission. Well done, guys!
Just a day later, XCOM HQ was contacted by a shady figure over a very dodgy video link, who requested we send a team to extract a suspected alien collaborator from China. Squad One was back up again, with Sq. Aya fresh out of the medbay. Rk. Label is still having his face reattached so sadly couldn't join them, but we have a plucky new rookie to take his place. Welcome, Rk. Lobo, we hope you enjoy your time with XCOM!
+3
Brovid Hasselsmof[Growling historic on the fury road]Registered Userregular
As you can probably tell I don't have a lot to do today except play XCOM. Operation Secret Fall - Target Escort
March 14th 00:55 Beijing
Sq. Floosevelt, Sq. Aya, Sq. Madder, Rk. Lobo
Thorne: I swear, I'm not a traitor! You people have the wrong idea!
Sq. Floosevelt: Not our idea, sir. Our job is just to take you in for a talk.
Sq. Aya: I'm not feeling good about going down this alley. Anything could be hiding in those buildings waiting to bust out on us. I'm gonna get up on that roof and check out the area.
Sq. Aya: Seems clear as far as I can see... oh shit, movement! Behind us.
Sq. Aya {rifle fire}
Sq. Aya: Damn, whatever it is, it's quick.
{plasma rifle fire}
Sq. Aya: Motherffff.
Rk. Lobo: Taking the shot.
Rk. Lobo {rifle fire}
Rk. Lobo: No dice.
Sq. Floosevelt {rifle fire}
Sq. Floosevelt: Target down. Coming to patch you up, Aya.
Sq. Floosevelt: Right, I'm thinking everyone get on the roof. We should have a clear run down to the Skyranger that way.
Sq. Madder: Affirmative. Moving up.
Sq. Madder: Hostile spotted! In the alley.
I may have made a grave tactical error here. Can you spot it?
+5
Brovid Hasselsmof[Growling historic on the fury road]Registered Userregular
edited April 2013
{hissing}
Sq. Madder: Agh, *cough* what the hell?
Sq. Aya: Madder, can you get a decent shot?
Sq. Madder: *cough* Negative, he's well hidden.
Sq. Aya: Okay, throwing frag!
{explosion}
Sq. Madder: That dealt with his cover *cough* but I have to get out of this cloud. Moving up.
Sq. Madder: Ah shit, no shot from here... oh well.
{explosion}
Sq. Madder: Well, that dealt with th...
{door slamming}
{footsteps}
Sq. Aya: Did that come from the left or the right?
Rk. Lobo: Uh... both?
{plasma shots}
Sq. Aya: Aaagh! Dammit, again?
{foosteps}
Sq. Madder: Shit, another of those skinny guys! Watch out, Lobo.
Sq. Madder {sniper rifle fire}
Rk. Lobo: Oh, shi-
{plasma rifle fire}
Sq. Madder: Man down! Man down!
Thorne: Oh my GOD, you people have to GET ME OUT OF HERE!
Sq. Floosevelt: Madder, keep it together! Thorne, shut the hell up!
I have been waiting for this. !signup
Surname: Fatt
First name (or initial): B
Gender: 100% male
Additional Info: Bald. Goatee. Blue armor. And totally Asian, because everyone on this board knows that I totally wish I was.
TrippyJingMoses supposes his toeses are roses.But Moses supposes erroneously.Registered Userregular
Surname: Jing
First name (or initial): T
Gender: Male
Additional Info: Asian with black and red armor.
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RankenphilePassersby were amazedby the unusually large amounts of blood.Registered User, ModeratorMod Emeritus
The answer is always shotguns.
Always more shotguns.
+1
chiasaur11Never doubt a raccoon.Do you think it's trademarked?Registered Userregular
Ah, the XCOM project.
I see some things never change. Underfunded, staffed with psychotics, and against threats that would drive men mad if they understood its true nature.
And with Rank in the middle of it all.
As should be obvious, I'd very much prefer a non-field posting. Specialties have always been towards the managerial and scientific, rather than direct combat.
If the only available position involves a rifle and considerable personal risk, however, so be it.
Surname: Eleven. (Long story, not as amusing as might be hoped)
First Name: Chiasaur (Again, similar conditions)
Gender: Male
Additional information: If at all possible, I would prefer a helmet and a dark color scheme for any armor assigned to me. If I'm going to die, I'd prefer to keep a little dignity. Similarly, I'd like the scent filtration system to conceal any... accidents.
Sq. Floosevelt promoted to Corporal. Cpl. Floosevelt may choose whether to be trained in Tactical Sense (+5 defense per enemy in sight to max +20) or Aggression (+10% critical chance per enemy in sight to max +30%) @Theodore Floosevelt
Casualty List
Sq. Aya admitted to medbay for 14 days
Sq. Madder admitted to medbay for 9 days
Rk. Lobo killed in action
Brovid Hasselsmof[Growling historic on the fury road]Registered Userregular
edited April 2013
Hey, it's better than getting you all the way dead isn't it?
It's probably good for you. You'll build up an immunity to plasma, probably. I think that's how it works.
Brovid Hasselsmof on
+2
Brovid Hasselsmof[Growling historic on the fury road]Registered Userregular
Intermission Base Report
We got money as a reward for that last mission, and a soldier, but I don't know if I'll use him. However because he's a Sergeant acquiring him also unlocked the Officer Training School earlier than I would have been able to otherwise, so I start on building that.
March 21 - Dr. Vahlen's team complete their research into Experimental Warfare and report that they have produced schematics for a new type of weapon for our fighter craft - the Phoenix Cannon. They then begin research into Beam Weapons.
The same day, engineering complete construction of a satellite and begin prepping it for launch.
March 22 - More new recruits arrive on base. Rookies Pugilation, Galore, Fisk, Fatt and Mullet. Welcome meatbags!
(Mulletude, you said you didn't mind which gender you were so as I have a bunch of female soldiers sitting around you are a lady. However you also said you wanted a goatee. This game is incredibly sexist and won't let ladies have goatees, but we can all pretend you have one under your helmet.)
Barely had the new recruits had time to put their kit away when alarms in mission control began ringing, as reports of multiple in-progress abductions came in. Annoying, as we are only one day away from the OTS being built and therefore being able to have a 5-person squad, but what can you do.
Australia is bordering on full panic already, so we're heading back to China to keep them from throwing a tantrum. Squad Two is at full strength thanks to being so badass on their first mission and not getting anyone shot, so away they gooooo.
Theodore Flooseveltproud parent of eight beautiful girls and shalmelodorne (which is currently being ruled by a woman (awesome role model for my daughters)) #dornedadRegistered Userregular
lobo's death got me straight incensed, I'm broodin on that shit
AGGRESSION
also, in between missions I snap all of squad two's butts with my towel in the locker room
+1
FeriluceAdrift on the morning star.Aberdeen, WARegistered Userregular
Posts
March 13th 04:24 Japan
Rk. Bogey, Rk. Rankenphile, Rk. Starbuck, Rk. Gatz
Rk.Starbuck: Looks like the wreck is to the north.
Rk. Bogey: I hear something off to the east.
Rk. Bogey: We should probably deal with whatever's out there before we approach the craft.
Rk. Starbuck: Agreed. Let's be careful guys, not a lot of cover out here.
Rk. Gatz: Movement! Something just ran off into the trees ahead.
{plasma shots}
Rk. Starbuck: Damn, that was close. Keep your heads down, people.
Rk. Starbuck: Uh, I'm sure there was cover here a second ago. That stuff eats right through rock. Moving to new position.
{plasma shots}
Rk. Rankenphile: Starbuck you're a sitting duck out there, get your ass over here! Gatz, provide cover with me.
Rk. Rankenphile: Movement!
Rk. Rankenphile {rifle fire}
Rk. Rankenphile: I winged it, but it's still up.
{plasma shots}
Rk. Starbuck: What the hell!
Rk. Gatz: Man, they really like you.
Rk. Starbuck: Screw this. They're gonna singe my hat.
{explosion}
Rk. Starbuck: All right, move up, there's one more over there somewhere.
Rk. Rankenphile: Right here.
Rk. Rankenphile {rifle fire}
Rk. Rankenphile: Dammit.
Rk. Starbuck: Moving up, taking the shot.
Rk. Starbuck {rifle fire}
Rk. Starbuck: Shots wide. We have a problem.
Rk. Rankenphile: I have a solution.
{explosion}
Rk. Starbuck: All right, it's down. Time to advance on the craft.
Rk. Gatz: Sounds like somebody's home.
Rk. Bogey: I see something. That... is not the same thing we've just been shooting at.
Rk. Rankenphile: We have movement on the other side of the craft!
Rk. Bogey: Nice try bug dude. Moving to deal with his cover.
{explosion}
Rk. Rankenphile: I still can't get a good shot on it. Gonna have to get in close.
{plasma shots}
Rk. Rankenphile {rifle fire}
Rk. Rankenphile: It's down.
{plasma shots}
Rk. Rankenphile: I have to admire your perseverence. But I have somewhere else to be, so goodbye.
{plasma shots}
Rk. Starbuck: Ahh, that familiar sensation of plasma sailing past my ears. Where the hell are you going, Rank?
Rk. Rankenphile: I have a cunning plan.
Rk. Rankenphile {rifle fire}
Rk. Gatz: Does this cunning plan actually involve hitting the thing?
Rk. Gatz {rifle fire}
Rk. Gatz: See, do it like that.
Rk. Rankenphile {rifle fire}
Rk. Rankenphile: God dammit!
Rk. Gatz {rifle fire}
Rk. Gatz: Sorry, thought you might need a little help there. Don't worry though, I'm sure you'll get it!
Rk. Rankenphile: The sun was in my eyes.
Kill Count
Rk. Gatz 2
Rk. Rankenphile 2
Rk. Starbuck 1
Rk. Bogey 0
Promotions
Rk. Starbuck promoted to Squaddie. Assigned class: Heavy.
Rk. Gatz promoted to Squaddie. Assigned class: Support.
Rk. Rankenphile promoted to Squaddie. Assigned class: Assault. Sq. Rankenphile may now choose whether to carry an assault rifle or a shotgun, @Rankenphile. (Might I suggest shotgun??)
----
Overall Kill Count
Sq. Floosevelt 3
Sq. Aya 2
Sq. Gatz 2
Sq. Rankenphile 2
Sq. Madder 1
Sq. Starbuck 1
Rk. Label 0
Rk. Bogey 0
We are all going to die
not funny guys
At least I get more explosions now
Just a day later, XCOM HQ was contacted by a shady figure over a very dodgy video link, who requested we send a team to extract a suspected alien collaborator from China. Squad One was back up again, with Sq. Aya fresh out of the medbay. Rk. Label is still having his face reattached so sadly couldn't join them, but we have a plucky new rookie to take his place. Welcome, Rk. Lobo, we hope you enjoy your time with XCOM!
Operation Secret Fall - Target Escort
March 14th 00:55 Beijing
Sq. Floosevelt, Sq. Aya, Sq. Madder, Rk. Lobo
Thorne: I swear, I'm not a traitor! You people have the wrong idea!
Sq. Floosevelt: Not our idea, sir. Our job is just to take you in for a talk.
Sq. Aya: I'm not feeling good about going down this alley. Anything could be hiding in those buildings waiting to bust out on us. I'm gonna get up on that roof and check out the area.
Sq. Aya: Seems clear as far as I can see... oh shit, movement! Behind us.
Sq. Aya {rifle fire}
Sq. Aya: Damn, whatever it is, it's quick.
{plasma rifle fire}
Sq. Aya: Motherffff.
Rk. Lobo: Taking the shot.
Rk. Lobo {rifle fire}
Rk. Lobo: No dice.
Sq. Floosevelt {rifle fire}
Sq. Floosevelt: Target down. Coming to patch you up, Aya.
Sq. Floosevelt: Right, I'm thinking everyone get on the roof. We should have a clear run down to the Skyranger that way.
Sq. Madder: Affirmative. Moving up.
Sq. Madder: Hostile spotted! In the alley.
Sq. Madder: Agh, *cough* what the hell?
Sq. Aya: Madder, can you get a decent shot?
Sq. Madder: *cough* Negative, he's well hidden.
Sq. Aya: Okay, throwing frag!
{explosion}
Sq. Madder: That dealt with his cover *cough* but I have to get out of this cloud. Moving up.
Sq. Madder: Ah shit, no shot from here... oh well.
{explosion}
Sq. Madder: Well, that dealt with th...
{door slamming}
{footsteps}
Sq. Aya: Did that come from the left or the right?
Rk. Lobo: Uh... both?
{plasma shots}
Sq. Aya: Aaagh! Dammit, again?
{foosteps}
Sq. Madder: Shit, another of those skinny guys! Watch out, Lobo.
Sq. Madder {sniper rifle fire}
Rk. Lobo: Oh, shi-
{plasma rifle fire}
Sq. Madder: Man down! Man down!
Thorne: Oh my GOD, you people have to GET ME OUT OF HERE!
Sq. Floosevelt: Madder, keep it together! Thorne, shut the hell up!
{footsteps}
Sq. Floosevelt: One more!
Sq. Floosevelt {rifle fire}
Sq. Floosevelt: Oh for ffff...
Need moooorree
I stopped playing there, so I'm as keen as you to see what's going to happen.
And, uh, sorry @Karl.
Bet I got a bitchin scar, though.
!signup
Surname: Fatt
First name (or initial): B
Gender: 100% male
Additional Info: Bald. Goatee. Blue armor. And totally Asian, because everyone on this board knows that I totally wish I was.
First name (or initial): Mr.
Gender: Whatevs
Additional Info: A sweet goatee
First name (or initial): T
Gender: Male
Additional Info: Asian with black and red armor.
Always more shotguns.
I see some things never change. Underfunded, staffed with psychotics, and against threats that would drive men mad if they understood its true nature.
And with Rank in the middle of it all.
As should be obvious, I'd very much prefer a non-field posting. Specialties have always been towards the managerial and scientific, rather than direct combat.
If the only available position involves a rifle and considerable personal risk, however, so be it.
Surname: Eleven. (Long story, not as amusing as might be hoped)
First Name: Chiasaur (Again, similar conditions)
Gender: Male
Additional information: If at all possible, I would prefer a helmet and a dark color scheme for any armor assigned to me. If I'm going to die, I'd prefer to keep a little dignity. Similarly, I'd like the scent filtration system to conceal any... accidents.
Why I fear the ocean.
Surname: Escutcheon.
First Name: R.M.
Gender: Male.
Additional Information: No disintegrations.
Sq. Floosevelt {rifle fire}
Sq. Aya {rifle fire}
Sq. Aya: That one was for you, Lobo.
Sq. Floosevelt: Okay guys, regroup. Madder, are you cool?
Sq. Madder: I am cool.
Sq. Floosevelt: Aya, how're you doing?
Sq. Aya: I'll be fine, I just need to... stop getting shot.
Sq. Floosevelt: Great plan.
Thorne: I'm okay too, thank God.
Sq. Floosevelt: Shut up. Don't care.
Sq. Floosevelt: Okay, the Skyranger's not far. I'll go ahead and check if we have a clear run.
Sq. Floosevelt: Yeah, 'cos that would have been too easy.
Sq. Floosevelt {rifle fire}
Sq. Floosevelt: Route to the 'ranger is clear. Thorne, get your ass on that plane.
Sq. Floosevelt: VIP is secure. But we have more hostiles inside the building we still need to deal with.
Sq. Aya: Roger that. Providing some cover.
{plasma shots}
{wall crumbling}
Sq. Floosevelt: Hey asshole, I was using that!
{plasma shots}
Sq. Floosevelt: Close one. Cannot believe he missed that.
Sq. Aya: You're welcome!
Sq. Floosevelt: Moving in for the kill.
Sq. Floosevelt {rifle fire}
Sq. Floosevelt: Hey, I got a toofa!
Sq. Madder: Think I can get a shot at the last guy.
Sq. Madder {pistol shots}
Sq. Madder: He's on the run.
Sq. Madder {pistol shots}
Sq. Madder: And he is down.
Sq. Floosevelt: Let's do one more sweep and make sure that was the last of them, then we can go home. I only wish that all of us were.
Kill Count
Sq. Floosevelt 5
Sq. Madder 2
Sq. Aya 1
Rk. Lobo 0
Promotions
Sq. Floosevelt promoted to Corporal. Cpl. Floosevelt may choose whether to be trained in Tactical Sense (+5 defense per enemy in sight to max +20) or Aggression (+10% critical chance per enemy in sight to max +30%) @Theodore Floosevelt
Casualty List
Sq. Aya admitted to medbay for 14 days
Sq. Madder admitted to medbay for 9 days
Rk. Lobo killed in action
---
Overall Kill Count
Cpl. Floosevelt 8
Sq. Aya 3
Sq. Madder 3
Sq. Rankenphile 2
Sq. Gatz 2
Sq. Starbuck 1
Rk. Label 0
Rk. Bogey 0
Rk. Lobo 0 (KIA)
Surname: Sim
First name (or initial): A.
Gender: M
Additional Info: up to you
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wn_iz8z2AGw
uh
I know it's your game and everything
but can you try not getting me nearly dead every single time?
It's probably good for you. You'll build up an immunity to plasma, probably. I think that's how it works.
We got money as a reward for that last mission, and a soldier, but I don't know if I'll use him. However because he's a Sergeant acquiring him also unlocked the Officer Training School earlier than I would have been able to otherwise, so I start on building that.
March 21 - Dr. Vahlen's team complete their research into Experimental Warfare and report that they have produced schematics for a new type of weapon for our fighter craft - the Phoenix Cannon. They then begin research into Beam Weapons.
The same day, engineering complete construction of a satellite and begin prepping it for launch.
March 22 - More new recruits arrive on base. Rookies Pugilation, Galore, Fisk, Fatt and Mullet. Welcome meatbags!
(Mulletude, you said you didn't mind which gender you were so as I have a bunch of female soldiers sitting around you are a lady. However you also said you wanted a goatee. This game is incredibly sexist and won't let ladies have goatees, but we can all pretend you have one under your helmet.)
Barely had the new recruits had time to put their kit away when alarms in mission control began ringing, as reports of multiple in-progress abductions came in. Annoying, as we are only one day away from the OTS being built and therefore being able to have a 5-person squad, but what can you do.
Australia is bordering on full panic already, so we're heading back to China to keep them from throwing a tantrum. Squad Two is at full strength thanks to being so badass on their first mission and not getting anyone shot, so away they gooooo.
March 22nd 08:31 Ghangzhou
Sq. Rankenphile, Sq. Starbuck, Sq. Gatz, Rk. Bogey
Sq. Starbuck: Okay, everyone grab some cover.
Sq. Gatz: We've got hostiles running into the building!
{window smashing}
Sq. Rankenphile: They're bunched up inside.
Sq. Starbuck: Well I don't feel like giving them a chance to do the purple thing.
{explosion}
Sq. Starbuck: D-d-d-double kill.
{window smashing}
Rk. Bogey: Two more, other side of the bar.
Rk. Bogey {rifle fire}
Sq. Starbuck {LMG fire}
Sq. Rankenphile: Great shooting, team.
Rk. Bogey {rifle fire}
Rk. Bogey: There we go. Target down!
Sq. Rankenphile: Moving up on the other one.
Sq. Starbuck: Another two, left of the building!
Sq. Rankenphile {shotgun blast}
Sq. Rankenphile: X-ray neutralised.
{plasma shots}
{plasma shots}
Sq. Rankenphile: That was a bad idea! You shoot at me, you really ought to kill me.
Sq. Starbuck: One of them's on the move.
Sq. Starbuck {LMG fire}
Sq. Starbuck: Dammit. Adjusting sights.
Sq. Starbuck {LMG fire}
Sq. Starbuck: Target down.
Rk. Bogey: Other one's moving.
Rk. Bogey {rifle fire}
Rk. Bogey: It's still up!
Sq. Rankenphile: Good.
Sq. Rankenphile: Told you you should have killed me.
Sq. Rankenphile {shotgun blast}
Sq. Rankenphile: No longer a threat.
Sq. Starbuck: Think that's the last of them. Man, I barely broke a sweat.
Kill Count
Sq. Starbuck 3
Sq. Rankenphile 2
Rk. Bogey 1
Sq. Gatz 0
Promotions
Rk. Bogey promoted to Squaddie. Assigned class: Assault. Sq. @Bogey can choose whether to be equipped with an assault rifle or a shotgun.
Casualty List
Sq. Rankenphile admitted to the medbay for 4 days
---
Overall Kill Count
Cpl. Floosevelt 8
Sq. Starbuck 4
Sq. Rankenphile 4
Sq. Aya 3
Sq. Madder 3
Sq. Gatz 2
Sq. Bogey 1
Rk. Label 0
Rk. Lobo 0 (KIA)
AGGRESSION
also, in between missions I snap all of squad two's butts with my towel in the locker room
Surname: Feriluce
First name (or initial): L
Gender: No pref
Steam: Feriluce
Battle.net: Feriluce#1995
I will kill any aliens you ask me to kill, sarge.
The helmet is beginning to grow uncomfortable.
What is Rk Galore's nationality