CHAPTER 12
If the aliens have their way the Capitol Wasteland will be reality. Now X-COM has another SLF to investigate.
SLF - Strange Life Form
SNAK SQUAD is being sent in to handle this mission with the utmost professionalism. They were commissioned when it was decided Another Van was not professional enough a name for the vehicle.
Hassknecht:...and that was the best pussy I have ever had.
Dope Cleric: *drools*
Welsh: I'm married.
Toront: Sorry to hear that man. Me too. It gets better.
Hassknecht: Look I'm just saying...Cleric what are you...
Dope Cleric: *fap fap fap*
Welsh: I'm not shaking his hands anymore.
Toront: Thank God we are here. I don't know if that is sweat dripping down my ear or cum. God I hope it's sweat.
Dope Cleric: I'm ready for battle now.
Toront makes sure that it really is sweat on his ear. It is. He does not however notice the semen stain on his back. You do though.
Welsh spots the monster quick.
Some poor fuck is right in the firing line too. Just another poor farmer.
He doesn't even have a gun due to this state being so restrictive with their gun control laws. Sad.
The spider says these legs are made for walking. He doesn't say it but the sounds they make sound like business
It's almost like they are moving in slow motion trying to get there. This game needs real time mode. Blasphemy!
Here I am examining Hassknecht's worth in this man's army. Realistically this strength level should be to superhuman levels but this is just a game.
It definitely wants to kill us instead of run.
Not knowing the number of the creatures the team plays it safe.
This moron does not play it safe. He doesn't know much I gather. Imagine being programmed to run back and forth until you die.
Just like real life.
I think that guy deserved it to be honest. What was he trying to do? Take a picture? I want answers!
Hassknecht: Hey that dumbass just ran to the spider and got killed!
Toront: That won't look good on our score.
Automatic fire. Ratatatatatata!!!
Welsh unloads everything he has with his uzi.
Toront takes aim with the pistol. Old reliable.
HIT! Hard not to hit with pistols that close to be honest.
All in a days work.
Toront: Yeah I knew it. Fucked the score up.
Hassknect: What are you on about?
Toront: Nothing. Cleric I swear to God...
Back at Area 55 new goodies are coming in. They aren't game changers but they are handy.
Might as well check out these giant spider corpses.
We work on making some of the new flares so that the engineers we have had for months and months can go to use.
You could also see Mortal Kombat and not be wrong.
Finally the research boost we need.
Notice the extra 5.
I also take the liberty of replenishing the Blood Pool.
These bastards work fast when they get what they need.
It's a giant spider. The only useful info is that it is engineered and explosions are less effective.
MEANWHILE...
We scramble our fastest private plane...
But as you can see...
These things move quick. It's hard to illustrate how helpless you feel in this mod. These things can fly around and pretty much do whatever they want until someone eventually finds a way to shoot one down, or if you manage to get one landed AND not botch the mission like I did. Even then half the time I stroll up on one and it just flies off right before I get to it.
All the way on the other side of the globe now. The goal is to predict where it will land and have people near there. Easier said than done.
Corona Heaven is running on fumes.
While the UFO is circling the globe. Nothing to do about it for now. Intercept is in route but will fail.
Corona scrambles a new vehicle.
Led by their new CO. Vic Boss. A renowned veteran of every battlefield of the past 20 years. Of course here at X-COM that doesn't mean shit and he is a rookie noob.
His partner Vulcan Raven will likely never fire a minigun without dying.
So this will be the new Corona roster. Hope none of them test positive!
The UFO is still looking for something. Maybe a pit-stop.
Now back to Brazil.
Then lost right over Central America. They will be back. They always come back.
It seems some cult activity is giving Corona Heaven a reason to exist. Lock and load B Team!
They get some supplies before heading out.
You can tell by the mission briefing that this is Black Lotus which means ninjas. Literal ninjas that can be nearly invisible. Thankfully they mostly use melee.
Metal Gear is our scout for this Op.
Union Jack was mothballed after WW2 but thankfully cryogenics work good in videogame worlds.
Vic Boss is a lot like if Naked Snake didn't have to kill Boss and he just spent his entire career going from war to war without questioning anything.
This is actually a man in a females body.
The scout does scout work...
Also providing some smoke to obscure the battlefield.
Running Tran Man gets the flashbang ready just in case.
The turn ends with nothing of note.
Metal Gear throws down more smoke.
What I said about being mostly melee is still mostly true. Mostly.
Metal Gear sniffs out a bad guy just as good as a dog would. He does cost a lot more though.
Running Man gets a chance to use that grenade.
Then runs to cover.
The team moves forward to assault the attacker that is now opening fire. The smoke does appear to cause him to miss.
At least once.
Union Jack does not miss.
But he does take fire from his left.
Those that return fire end up hitting the rocks.
Metal Gear checks out their gear to see how much risk this mission is worth.
Running Man decides to throw a flash to shake the enemy up.
Dazed and Confused. Alright, alright.
With someone adding a little machinegun fire to the mix.
I'm not sure if this guy dies or not because they stand like that right before they fall and die.
But there are more than just that one to worry about. They are coming out of the mountains somewhere...
Vic Boss tries to get a clean shot but hits the rocks every time.
The squad set up a perimeter.
Running Man gets one.
Running Man: I got one!
Vic Boss: Don't get cocky kid.
Vic Boss: They are clearing out.
Running low on ammo Vic Boss is considering capturing one of the enemy alive.
He runs while he can.
Another Locust moves into view. The squad attacks.
Another one bites it.
It's a game of who can trade sweat droplets the most.
Trying to save Metal Gear from the recycling bin.
Just barely on the last shot.
The team regroups and Metal Gear take a lookout.
This enables everyone to play Overwatch again. I'm not sure how they got that game in the 90's but they did.
All of a sudden...
Vic Boss takes a gnarly hit to the gut causing him to spill a little blood.
So he goes to run in the opposite direction of where the gun fire came from.
Thankfully they bled until they passed out. I love when that happens. Easy capture.
These guys and their medals.
I can handle Good.
We finally decide to sell some extra gear to pay the light bills.
Then we hit another milestone.
A Workshop you say? This is more valuable than you might realize.
A lot more valuable than a golf club.
These guys are fresh out of the noob tent and into Area 55. Lets see how long they last.
It's now November 2nd. A special joint mission was called in by the council when it all went sideways. It's become a prolonged firefight in a heavily populated area.
Dogmeat is the DOD of this mission.
DOD - Dog On Duty. Not Department of Defense, stupid.
The cops have already gunned down one of the suspects.
The heavily armed guy takes several shots but lives.
At least long enough to murder these poor fuckers.
Lunatic: Here piggy, piggy, piggy.
He shoots the ground and everything else too. Appears to be a M60 or one of the BlackOps machineguns.
Now he is aiming for the other cop.
Another cop down. This isn't looking Great.
Thankfully these cops have some balls.
The most dangerous attacker is down.
These guys the cops are attacking are more lightly armored at least.
The squad moves in to give the cop an assist.
It seems they had some dogs already on the job.
Even the police value Dog Force.
Toront: Holy shit I found out what they planned to do! They planned to bomb the police station...
One of the last few is holding out.
Dogmeat is nearby taking care of the stragglers.
While some police struggle with one of the others.
Dogmeat is rolling through this warehouse in style.
That guy is a dead man walking.
With more cops being killed Toront steps in to do the dirty work.
Two hits.
Dogmeat barely avoids death.
But the melee attack does him in.
Poor Dogmeat. I've never gotten his ass to the end of any game.
The last remnants surrender.
Another feeble entry from the X-COM Files.
As our lucky number 7 killer is put to rest.
What have our other X-COM teammates been up to? Let us take a look at two right quick...November 7th Per and Baphomet Billy investigate a SLF.
Using a combination of flashbangs...
And small arms fire...
Allows Baphomet Billy to do the dirty work, but he took heavy damage.
The case is now closed. But the redacted version of that file is 100 pics. You are welcome.
Oh of course. Don't give us money but blame us when fish people worshiping alien gods come out of the sea. Typical politicians.
Finally we will be able to reliably contain alien prisoners. This is pivotal.
Along with the development of the M16 I would say our firepower is now where it should be. So of course I am wrong.
When considering how large a blast this thing can make I try not to imagine destroying the UFO loot.
I don't need to emphasize how great this is but our range is still shit.
More farmers are captured.
Hassknecht finally earns some respect that he deserves...
Airborne tank drops are now possible as soon as we build the thing.
Along with something a little more armored when compared to a van.
RAMROD has to go. It no longer serves a valuable role in our shitposting team.
We simply must have one of these HUMVEE's.
That'll do. What could our B Team buddies be doing on the other side of the globe?
TOM: Sir word is coming through about...some kind of alien transfer to our containment unit...
Toront: No shit? From who?
TOM: Corona Heaven.
Toront: Those motherfuckers...how are those wounds by the way?
TOM: They say I should be able to walk without crutches in a few days
Toront: Great. Tell your mom hello...
TOM: Actually my mom is dea...
Toront: Hahahah alright man later.
Toront pulls out his 1990's era cell phone to call Hassknecht.
Hassknecht is busy doing vigorous squat thrusts when Toront calls.
Hassknecht: What is it? I'm kinda in the middle of something.
Toront: Those B Team fags nabbed a fucking alien while we have been out fucking with farmer John and the fucking Klan.
Hassknecht: Well do we get to keep it?
Toront: I guess. Do you have $78?
Maybe we can get some answers. I guess it depends on who wrote the script. TO BE CONTINUED.