finished Let's Play: OpenXCOM - UFO Defense

[Parrhesia]

GEOSCAPE

"Sir?"

"Yes?"

"We let it escape."

"Fuck."

"Scanned all South America for bases? No luck, sadly. But, uh... we let a terror ship go to Los Angeles."

"Avenger en route?"

"Of course, sir."

"Good. Maybe we'll at least find out if these damn snakemen have a niche..."

BATTLESCAPE

Firestrike: "Overwatch has accounted for one. Let's move out cautiously. I don't like the feel of this."

Harrowgate: "Huh. What's this?"

Flare: "Dead, that's what - as soon as you move a-bloody-side."

Flare: "Huh. Still alive. Stick it in your pack, rookie."

Harrowgate: "... What?"

Flare: "Shh, it'll be safe there, don't worry."

Harrowgate: "But what about me, for fuck's sake?!"

Bruteforce: "Either way, we're cleaning up shop out here."

Lost: "And out there. I'm cleaning up shop out there. Me, Paradise Lost."

Burns: "Huh. This guy looks... unwell."

Burns: "WHAT THE FUCK ONE OF THE BIG INSECT THINGS JUST CRAWLED OUT OF THE LEPER WHEN I SHOT THE LEPER."

Flareflash: "Why did you shoot the-"

Burns: "I PANICKED."

Gulliver: "ohhh i wish i hadn't somehow missed these three shots."

Lawless: "Got you covered! Uh, sorry mate."

Hardgun: "Shit, this snakeman took my shot without flinching! Good thing he missed the reaction fire though, eh Gregor?"

O'Donnell: "..."

Hardgun: "Gregor?"

Lost: "All patched up, Fuckface."

O'Donnell: "... What?"

Lost: "That's your callsign, mate! We don't normally use the rest, but, hell, I like yours."

O'Donnell: "Jesus christ."

Shrift: "Whatever, let's just keep sweeping the area."

Flare: "Same deal in the south... hey, was that a-"

Flare: "HAHAHAHA! YOU LITTLE BITCH! CAN'T FUCKIN' TOUCH THIS, EH? HAH!"

Flareflash: "M- medic?"

Flare: "MM! MM! SOME MC HAMMER BULLSHIT GOIN' ON RIGHT HERE!"

Gallipoli: "oh god is that my thumb lying on the ground there"

Flare: "YEAAAAAAAAH BITCHES"

Gallipoli: "nope"

Gallipoli: "ring finger"

Time: "I'd come to flank, but this fat cunt is standing right in my way!"

Flare: "Nah, we got him - medics in line to save both the wounded-"

Flare: "YOU FUCKING WAR CRIMINAL! THE FUCK SNIPED THEM BOTH?!"

Tooth: "He blew up the gas pump... didn't have to do that, man. Now all that's left of Chalk is, well, a crater..."

Flare: "GONNA FIND YOU AND FUCK YOU, I SWEAR."

She does.

Casualties: Gregor Manhands, Lyre Flareflash, Sergeant Chalk Gallipoli

[eclipse]

Heh, didn't realize Ragna died. Farewell, your sister was better. . .

Name: Felicia

Class: Shock

Sex: Female

Comments: Ragna's childhood friend. Unlike THAT family, was rather pissed when she found out that some fighting game character had the same name as her.

[euklyd]

I love how XCOM operatives dying is less bad than shooting civilians.

Or aliens shooting civilians.

[Parrhesia]

I love how XCOM operatives dying is less bad than shooting civilians.

Or aliens shooting civilians.

Yeah, and with the costs for a dead guy either being 40k in civilian clothing or 62k in armour, compared to the 171k heavy plasmas or 120k stun launchers that almost every alien carries? Life really is cheap.

[Parrhesia]

GEOSCAPE

There's definitely a base in South America.
It's gonna have sectopods in it. Seriously considering running with a squad of entirely heavy lasers just for it.


fucking DO something

It lands. I send the firestorm to land on top of it and patrol.


Hmm, maybe we can more properly showcase Chryssalids - the insectoid creatures - in this one...
They attack Paris.



So many wounded we can't fill the damn ship - no wonder I decided to boost the Fort Kanye garrison up to 40. And a tank, eventually.
With only four power suits, I give them to the Heavies, who have slowly undergone a transformation from 'autocannon guys' to 'useless autocannon guys' and now to sort of the second wave that takes the big hits. Phwoar.

BATTLESCAPE

Firestrike: "Hm, nice and domestic atmosphere in here-"
Lawless: "Look the fuck out!"


Lawless: "Well, a little less domestic now... but losing the two front men already? That's rough."


Payne: "Chryssalid and snakeman here-"
Lawless: "Got 'em. Keep scoping the area."


Goalshy: "ohhhh nooo"


Luckland: "Dealt with it, but we need some cover down these east alleys!"


Payne: "Ugh... I really hope he doesn't have a grenade..."


Cooldown: "Okay, so I've heard a lot of screaming in this one building. Those insect things, or chryssalids or whatever, they... well, you saw the footage. They make. Zombies. Siege guys? Bomb the place."


Marx: "WHOOOO"


Force: "Jesus... christ..."


Cooldown: "Right... what we have here is a rare and terrible thing only to be used in desperate circumstanc-"
Flare: "ohmigod do ours do ours"


Flare: "OH YEAH, BABY."


Rowland: "Oh, um. Hello. Don't mind the noise."


Cooldown: "And it only cleared the one floor?!"
Rhombus: "Looks like these two are down, at least, but..."


Payne: "Aw, man, the feng shui of this place is totally ruined!"


Rowland: "OH GOD #JeSuisThisGuy"


Payne: "Fuck, things don't get better! At least I can empty my gun into... it... it's down but breathing. Shit."


Goalshy: "Fuck this."


Rowland: "SIR GET OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY SIR. SIR. FUCKING MOVE, SIR."


Time: "We're not here for civilian cooperation, Private! Move!"


Rowland: "Jesus! Jesus christ. Fuck."

i don't have a caption for this because i'm missing a screenshot apparently

Gulliver: "Aww, jesus."

he misses all of his fucking shots. how.


HOW

Gulliver: "no no no no no no no no"
Abbott: "I HAVE STOPPED THE ALIENS"
Tony Abbott breaks his duck with two kills in one burst! If it wasn't entirely clear from last update, zombies sprout into new chryssalids upon death. Mid-burst, in the case of an autofire.
If it also hasn't been clear yet, chryssalids are fuckoff fast, hit things with their claws and anything they hit becomes a zombie whether they live or die. If they die it's better - since if they live they keep their guns.


Bruteforce: "Oh no, oh jesus... Everyone needs to run."


Shrift: "How the fuck did I make that shot?!"
Bruteforce: "Hah... I might just live. I might just live!"


Cerberus: "Things might just be calming down a bit..."


Bruteforce: "My god... I'm alive! ALIVE!"


Bruteforce: "Alive alive alive alive alive-"
Gulliver: "Hell, the way you keep chanting as you keep shooting is... kind of fucked. And that's coming from a literal medicated schizophrenic."
Haywire: "Oh, is it the meds that's fucking your aim?"
Gulliver: "SHUT UP."


All that's happening on enemy phase is the message 'Snakeman Soldier is Panicking. Some cunt's out here, and terrified.
Rowland: "Y'know... we can't actually get up here, can we?"


Burns: "Oh, THERE you are, you little voyeur..."


Perfect.
Casualties: Force Firestrike, Frost Harrowgate, Albright Luckland

Edited February 18, 2015 by Parrhesia

[TheMoniker]

I've noticed an explicit lack of unit applications, I should fix that.

NAME: Gunner Jims

SEX: Male

CLASS: Sniper

Other: Was a serial killer in five past lives, and a politician in two others. The dialogue writes itself.

[Blasied]

I give in. It's blatant self-insert time.

Name: Blasied MacPherson

Sex: Male

Class: Not Heavy

Other: Communicates entirely through singing and interpretive dance

[Parrhesia]

RECRUITS

what

GEOSCAPE

Okay, surely supply ships land at the base. Right? That's got to be how it works. So, well, we let it land.




We gear up the Avenger and head out. Sadly the ship runs for it - we gun it down, send a Firestorm at the area to patrol. And what's this pink cube we find...?


Get the fuck in.

BATTLESCAPE

Cooldown: "Alright, lads. This isn't the best LZ possible, but the plan is simple. Get down there, kill everything, capture the leader. Hell, even you all should manage that."


Lawless: "Alright, loves, I'm like the only guy still around with positive kills/missions so I'm probably worth listening to. Y'all want to advance cautiously, get each others' backs, don't be afraid to retreat if there's covering fire available. Remember, there's no shame in retrea-"
Victory: "ALRIGHT Y'ALL WANT TO GIVE ME AN OORAH?!"
Like eight guys: "OORAH!"
Victory: "OORAH! NOW LET'S FUCK SOME SHIT UP!"


Bruteforce: "Oh, BALLS..."


Bruteforce: "Okay, so it's dead, everything's on fire, so's my leg, but we've pulled through for now. Plenty of contact here, though..."


Farve: "Aw, shit, there goes Lawless..."


Lost: "Gunmark's gone... just after his first kill. But who avenged him? Hah. Me!"


Time: "Everything! Is on fire! In these fucking catacombs! But two more disks are down. Did Mire pull through?"
Abbott: "Took another shot. Typical of the aliens to impose their death penalty on our kind of people."
Time: "Damn it! I liked her! She actually seemed competent."


Burns: "Wait, how the fuck did you survive all this shit?!"


Time: "Well, I'm kind of glad it at least took him six shots from point-blank to go down. This armour, eh?"


Rowland: "Someone's in here with me!"
Payne: "Got him through the window. And, well, made myself a door in the process. Hah! No wonder I got reassigned to the shocktroopers!"


Rowland: "what the fuck"
Payne: "Anything up there?"
Rowland: "This is some grim shit, man. Floater torso, human skeleton, some... enlarged fucking organs, I don't even know, man. But no door out. I'm heading down."


Farve: "Same shit here."
... Was this guy's name meant to be Favre? I vaguely remember a gridiron player called Favre being a thing.


Cooldown: "I can't make this shot... someone needs to make a wall!"
Lost: "Can't! Wall's too thick, mate. Or... something."
Rademaker: "Forget the fucking wall / there is work to be done / help me make fully sick / alien poffertjes"
Cooldown: "Ahh, fuck."


Shrift: "Why... do they need a watchtower..."


Abbott: "I'll cover you!"
Rademaker: "Heavy gun? Point off right / or off left; matters not / just away from my back-"
Abbott: "oops"


Abbott: "... But I got him in the end, right?"
Cooldown: "I preferred it when you couldn't kill anything."


Hardgun: "Oh, hey, window prick's still h-HURK!"


Cooldown: "Ohhh, there you are, my nemesis."


Cooldown: "Yeah, that's what I th- oh, fuck, you have a friend! Cover me, Abbott - after I get out of the line of fire..."


Abbott: "Secured, sir- oh, where are you?"
Cooldown: "Safe, away from your gun, idiot!"


Abbott: "..."
Shrift: "Wow. Nice shot, moron."


Shrift: "No blasting for you either, mate. Now we just wait here for the stun guy to show up."

[sectoid Leader Has Gone Berserk]
[Explosion]
[Explosion]
[Explosion]
[Explosion]
[Explosion]


Casualties: Quid Gunmark, Koen Rademaker, Max Hardgun, Sergeant Fatality Burns, Mire Bruteforce, Blood Lawless

[Excellen Browning]

Another one bites the dust.

[Parrhesia]

At least now you know that I am a fucking incompetent poet.

[Dinkiniensis Pontifex]

Yeah I screwed up Brett Favre's name. Guess my phone didn't autocorrect it that time.

[Parrhesia]

RECRUITS

Pronounced 'Leesha', for the Celtically-challenged among you.

GEOSCAPE

Important.

So now we can teach our guys to mindfuck people. There's panic - don't use this - and mind control, which is, well. Mind control. We've encountered it! Remember how Tebbit turned on us? Fortunately after panicking and dropping his shit, but...

Tebbit, incidentally, had a psionic strength of three. Psi-strength is a hidden stat until you discover psi, . A legitimate strategy when psionics don't require line of sight is to find a guy with like zero psionic strength, disarm him, de-grenade him and

In vanilla XCOM lategame is all blaster bombs and psy, which I personally can't tolerate - there's a reason I've never been this far into the game before! But with psychics needing line of sight now, they're suddenly support units. Which is better.

Either way, we get working on psi-labs immediately. There's a splashed medium scout in the interim - these aren't even really notable by this stage, right?

BATTLESCAPE

Getachew misses all nine shots against the first guy he sees straight out of the Avenger.

She's killed on overwatch when d'Hondt hits with one of nine shots but doesn't kill, causing the ethereal to actually turn, frag her on overwatch, then when he survives a volley from Rowland, gets knocked out himself. Rowland at least manages to save the Belgian.

The Flying Suit lets you glide flawlessly.

Farve/Favre is killed out in the open. Fuck Ethereals.

Abbott gets fucked in that cornfield. I'm not convinced medium scouts are even worth it anymore!

duchess flare has this kill all set up for her OH OF COURSE EXCEPT IT SURVIVES A HEAVY LASER SHOT AND ONE-SHOTS HER jfc

Casualties: Brett Farve, Captain Tony Abbott, Captain Duchess Flare

Landmark 150th death! It's a shame, though - I liked Flare.

GEOSCAPE

Where were we... oh, right, we can actually tell our guys' psionic strengths now that we're aware psionics exist, though we can't do anything with that yet. Looking through the Memorial, however, I discover that Harudoku Sanada's psionic strength was a mighty 1.

Out of 100.

Retaliation? I think that means it scouts for our base, then the big guns come up later.

Doesn't do much good when the firestorm shows up out of nowhere and oneshots you, does it?

Oh hey a supply ship in the US

wait whaaaat

okay, let's gear up the fucking avenger. This time? We actually capture the prick. Though, in hindsight... I think I'll wait for a bit. Armour the entire squad, give them enough plasma pistols and heavy lasers.

And maybe some of these, too... but we splash a small UFO. And I make a decision to attack it with the B-team, since they have a tank and might actually suffer fewer casualties.

BATTLESCAPE

Blum: (roughly) "It's been a while since we've last taken out hostiles."

Sweetriff: "Even longer since the tank dude actually hit a shot..."

Axejaw: "Fuck off!"

McCann: "Makin' short work of this. Between the flares and the tank, this is fuckin' trivial."

Sweetriff: "And we're technically in alien territory, too! To think that the Europe base is still suffering casualties!"

Sweetriff: "JUST. HAD TO OPEN. MY MOUTH."

Ironclaw: "Macbeth?! Aw, you are SHITTING me!"

Ironclaw: "Laugh it up, you little prick!

Ironclaw: "Damn it... June... if it'd been anyone else, sure, but..."

Casualties: Colonel Juniper MacBeth

Short interlude; Muton supply ship lands here. And then gets shot down - so we know there's a base around there, but we attack it in the meantime.

Time: "R- really?! Force dies the moment she gets off medbay?!"

Time: "Jesus, one goes down and the next shoots me! All the scouts are dead! I'm bleeding! Fuck this!"

L. Ryan: "Fuck all of ye! Green bastards! Die when you get shot, why don't ye? An' stay away from me brother! Fuckers!"

J. Ryan: "S- sis... you got hit..."

L. Ryan: "Bollocks to that! Absinthe me up, medic!"

Stonegrave: "That's not... procedure..."

L. Ryan: "Jus' fuckin' do it!"

Margrave: "The Eagles are ready! Advance, children! Advance to the sound of gunfire and screaming!"

Victory: "Glory to the first to die!"

Stonegrave: "Yeah, there's been like three already, mate..."

Stonegrave: "Or, hell, five! Why not five! For fuck's sake!"

J. Ryan: "no no no no i don't want to be at the front"

L. Ryan: "I took care of your man there, you're right. Now FUCKIN' MOVE IT, KID!"

Petard: "Sorted~"

Cooldown: "That's right, muton. Look into the fire. Think of the life choices that have brought you to this moment. And... and... uh... christ, can none of us hit this thing?!"

J. Ryan: "I'll help!"

Cerberus: "Huh, nice sho- oh, fuck, of COURSE you would! Means I have to fucking breach, eh? Well... it's all quiet here. Prick."

J. Ryan: "AAAAAAA"

L. Ryan: "Ach, you weak little baby, Jace! Fuckin' barely felt that!"

Time: "Yeah, I got shot or something, I think. We should investigate that."

Haywire: "Dealt with it - and the tree I was taking cover behind, too."

JimJam: "Hey, I see a fair chunk of alien arse here!"

Rorschach: "Mph, I ... really wish I'd seen you going in, rather than coming out."

Falstaff: "Jesus, just when we thought it was clear the fuckin' Wicker Muton's partyin' out here!"

Margrave: "The Eagles, as always, have you covered."

Rorschach: "Can nobody find an angle on this guy?!"

Time: "Oh, for... he has a fucking stun launcher! Fucking fire at me, beta! Give it your best! Fuckin' try me!"

Rorschach: "Well... I mean... he did."

Jackson: "I have literally just noticed that you're bleeding profusely."

Victory: "... What? Eagles don't bleed!"

Jackson: "That's biologically false, sir."

Victory: "Ah. Commander. I don't suppose you'll come with us quietly? Then you're going to have to-"

Goalshy: "STUN!"

Victory: "- die, tragically."

Cooldown: "Wait, there's still some trying to get back into the ship!"

hey i guess the blaster guys found the last muton

Lost: "Wait, those screams came from the Avenger! What the fuck?!"

Lost: "You smug little shit."

Casualties: Roberta Force, Mortadella System, Tense Crotchguard, Harlan Goalshy, Captain Guardford Rowland, Misanthrope Payne, Schizoid Rhombus, Ufo Marx, Brooke Petard

Edited February 19, 2015 by Parrhesia

[Blasied]

Casualties: Tony Abbott,

Worth it!

[Daichi]

I hope Laoise survives for a while. She's my favorite Ryan that I've entered.

Edited February 19, 2015 by Daichi

[Parrhesia]

RECRUIT

"give me male heavies," i tell the game
"go fuck yourself," the game tells me

GEOSCAPE

why is a terror ship doing alien infiltration!?


... this, but more!


Shit's chaotic out there. We fuck up the supply ship and land on it.

BATTLESCAPE

Tanuki: "Man, these things are ugly. And, uh, kinda blend into the scenery. Still, it looks clear apart from that!"


Falstaff: "Wow. Fragged an alien with the first shot of her first mission, killed with the second. Poor fucker."


Termagant: "Ohh, god. Someone take this guy out and also don't shoot me in the back please."


Falstaff: "Start from the right, just readjust left, and... no friendly fire today."
Termagant: "Hah... yeah, I've heard stories."


Lost: "How many people are in this fucking barn!?"


JimJam: "OH MAN"
JimJam: "OH MAN"
JimJam: "PREP THE DUBSTEP"
JimJam: "IT'S TIME FOR THE #MLG PRO"


JimJam: "THREE"


JimJam: "SIXTY"


JimJam: "NO"


JimJam: "SCOPE"


Hardman: "Yeah, sure thing, champ."
Cerberus: "While you showboat, we're gonna, like, actually breach the damn thing."


Rockhenge: "Wow, he just sort of stood there depressed while I shot him. Like he was fuckin'... mourning the damn thing."


Cooldown: "Really?! The entire floor's deserted?"


Hardman: "H E L L O"


Hardman: "Whew... I was nearly a Flex sandwich!"


L. Ryan: "Now, Jace, the leader's my kill. Don't you dare take it away from me, eh?"
J. Ryan: "Right. So this is all yours, then? I'll leave you here?"
L. Ryan: "Hah! Don't be daft, lad. Someone's got to open the door."


J. Ryan: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"


L. Ryan: "You killed one?! You fuckin' killed one, you daft fucker! Now I'll have to... er..."


L. Ryan: "Clean... up..."


Stonegrave: "Ugh, fuck you both. I didn't sign up for this sh-"


J. Ryan: "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"
L. Ryan: "Awh, no."


J. Ryan: "aaaaaa- BLHU, ACH, GOD, DHGS"
L. Ryan: "Goddamn this table's gettin' fucked up."


finally
Casualties: Tricksy Tanuki, Piston Stonegrave

[Parrhesia]

So poll time. We're reaching the endgame now, so I need your opinions on focusing our approach.

We're within striking range of the finale. I want to showcase psionics at some point, and I'll probably get that chance, but this could be the last month of the game. I could technically finish the game in two missions - one base, and then the finale. And this has been a long LP, and a lot of guys are dead.

I will be taking out all the bases I've discovered for completion's sake. I'll also be making a hovertank at some point. And, I'll be honest, if the aliens send an attack force after us, I won't shoot it down will mysteriously lose the dogfight because base defences are really cool. Beyond that? It's up to the thread.

[Excellen Browning]

I'm running out of ideas for recruits, and if there isn't much left to be shown off, then I say there is no reason to extend the LP beyond that. Focused approach has my vote.

[Integrity]

parrhesia is a dopey cunt and fucked up the poll. i am fixing it.

EDIT: ok fixed. the one guy who managed to vote has to revote.

Edited February 19, 2015 by Integrity

[TheMoniker]

THE ONE PERSON WHO MANAGED TO VOTE WAS ME

AND I VOTED FOR THOROUGH

MOO WAH HAH HAH

changed it to balanced this time though

[Parrhesia]

GEOSCAPE

The fun continues. We splash this small scout, reinforce the avenger, and go for gold. Aka the splashed terror ship.

BATTLESCAPE

Jims: "Wow, that sure is... a kidney. A flying, pulsing kidney."
Meet the celatid! The Mutons get two terror units. Individual Mutons are tougher than either of them.


Jackson: "God, that's fucking grim. I hate this place."


Ironcurtain: "Hm, my pistol feels... light."
Fuck. The game will automatically load as many weapons as you have clips, and since enemies don't carry pistols (or rifles) anymore, I had to just make more pistols. Hadn't yet gotten around to making clips, but that didn't stop me from putting them all on the Avenger!!

Strangely, one of the ones left in the Avenger... is loaded. Paradise Lost with his absurd 56 strength takes it to ferry it down.


Hardluck: "D- damn it! Lost was my inspiration, for fuck's sake!"


Falstaff: "Forget that... why's the ground on fire over there?!"


MacPherson: "what"


Hardman: "I'll hold it back! Save yourself!"
pew! pew! pew!
Hardman: "Aw, fuck that, save me!"


Galt Jr: "T H E S T R O N G S U R V I V E"
MacPherson: "FUCK NO"


MacPherson: "Hah! Well, shit, I hope someone took that 'walking away from an explosion' photo I've always wanted. Fuckin' unscathed!"
Termagant: "So's the jelly thing."
MacPherson: "FUCK"


Coldfire: "Maaate, relax, I got it."
Coldfire is Felicia, for memory's reference.


Haywire: "i"
Haywire: "hate"
Haywire: "grenades"
Haywire: "Did any of our medics actually survive that?"
Ironcurtain: "Yeah, chill, I got it... christ, my defective pistol probably just saved my life. Had to double back to get it loaded, y'know?"


Ryan: "Oi, cunts, another purple squidgy thing up ahead!"


Haywire: "Jesus, how are we this bad at our jobs?!"


Cerberus: "Ugh. Just... God. Disgusting."


Falstaff: "Yeah, mate, even less good up close. Trust. Me."


Jims: "Hey, I found another on-"


Lazuli: "Jesus... nearly walked into that thing. Well, okay, did, but the explosion kinda tipped me off."
Cooldown: "It's fine. I'm standing on its spine right now. Now when I get off its spine, you need to take over, alright?"
Lazuli: "Oh... kay? Why, sir?"
Cooldown: "Keeps 'em stunned and ready to be interrogated."
Lazuli: "Right, sir."
Cooldown: "It's an advanced XCOM technique. I'm not surprised a mere scout doesn't understand."
Lazuli: "Yeah, sure."


Cerberus: "PREPARE FOR THE BREACH."


Cerberus: "... Well, shit. Backup, anyone?"
Galt Jr: "Launch inbound!"
Cerberus: "NO! Launch NOT inbound! Launch has never been less inbound!"


Lazuli: "Man, this could not have happened at a worse time..."


Cooldown: "Dealt with it."
Lazuli: "Jesus. Stone cold. Alright then."


Cerberus: "AAAAAAAAAHHGRHhggh"
Ryan: "Hah! So the little haggis beasts CAN kill!"


Falstaff: "HOW DID THAT SNEAK UP ON HER. HOW DID SHE LET THAT HAPPEN."


America: "Wait... is that it?"


Noluck: "Aw man, no, I'm hearing the comm chatter. I know what happened to the last guys, man. I fucking KNOW."
Galt: "the weak die the strong grow stronger the weak die the strong grow stronger the weak die the"
Noluck: "Yeah, alright, I see your point, but..."


Margrave: "Oh. Good morning, sir."


Cooldown: "The fuck's going on here."
Margrave: "Flashbang firing squad? FIRE!"
Ironcurtain: "Yes ma'am!"
Cooldown: "Wait, those things have a pretty good range, you might want to stand ba-"


Casualties: Flex Hardman, Blasied MacPherson, Chris Jackson, Captain Red Cerberus, Colonel Paradise Lost, Laoise Ryan

[Daichi]

*Long sigh* Dammit. Number 7, you're up.

Name: Isaac Ryan

Sex: Male

Class: Shock

Other: Usually uses grunts and sighs to communicate. Only speaking in dire situations.

Edit: Do you have any plans to do an LP of Terror From The Deep or Apocalypse?

Edited February 20, 2015 by Daichi

[Dinkiniensis Pontifex]

Name: Ambrose Bierce

Class: Medic

Sex: Male

Other: An American author, poet, journalist, satirist, soldier, and social critic who was last seen heading into Mexico in 1914. Somehow he has stumbled upon the aliens and decided to take up arms again for a new adventure. He is famous for penning the remarkable "An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge," a short story, and his satirical definitions of common words in "The Devil's Dictionary." A bigger cynic you could never imagine.

[Blasied]

Well, can't say I'm surprised by my death. Turning up late and way behind will do that.

Name: Eamon Millar

Sex: Male

Class: Don't care

Other: No one had the heart to tell him that arriving fashionably late doesn't make you the hero in XCOM

Name: Siobhan O'Donoghue

Sex: Female

Class: Don't care

Other: So I heard you like Irish names

[Parrhesia]

Edit: Do you have any plans to do an LP of Terror From The Deep or Apocalypse?

I don't plan on doing TftD. Apocalypse? Possible, but it'd be basically blind.

[Daichi]

A blind LP of an X-Com game would be hilarious. The games are similar, but there should be enough differences to keep it interesting.