Hey, everybody else has started a let's play and abandoned it. Lets Play X-Com!

[Copper8642]

(What made your gun useless, I think I'm missing something)

Sir, if you would just unlock the storeroom door and let me out occasionally, I swear I would make less mistakes like that. Please?

[chiasaur11]

(What made your gun useless, I think I'm missing something)

Sir, if you would just unlock the storeroom door and let me out occasionally, I swear I would make less mistakes like that. Please?

You should know, what with giving me Heavy Plasma before the staff knew how they worked. And somehow LOADING it. Which, once again, we don't know how to do.

(Tomorrow's update's gonna be a general state of X-Com bit. No real action.)

[Cubey]

You captured a sectoid squad leader? Kickass. Psionics, here we come!

[chiasaur11]

You captured a sectoid squad leader? Kickass. Psionics, here we come!

Yes. Still, we're gonna try to catch a grunt first. The leader should reveal more if he can see what we're going to do before we do it.

[Cubey]

Sure, after all there is no expiration date on captured aliens as they're held in "luxurious" accomodations of the Alien Containment. The 10 prisoners/facility limit is not a rule, more of a... vague hint.
My containment was so full of aliens once, the scientists couldn't open the doors without prisoners flooding out like trash from an overstocked cartoon wardrobe. That wasn't pretty. But it sure was fun!

[ZeroNumerous]

i herd u guys had lazers.

Signing up as a red shirt. May my body feed the daisies of FREEDOM!

[The Dark Fiddler]

<.< Did I die? I can't tell.

This is harder than telling if Jet died in Avatar.

[chiasaur11]

<.< Did I die? I can't tell.

This is harder than telling if Jet died in Avatar.

You're not dead. Nobody died in the base raid due to save scumming.

In fact, you're the only redshirt from the first batch still alive.

[Copacetic]

<.< Did I die? I can't tell.

This is harder than telling if Jet died in Avatar.

Zing.

Hey, is there some sort of waiting list to have a red shirt named in your honor? If not, I'll make one. No, I don't have anything better to do, thanks.

[chiasaur11]

Zing.

Hey, is there some sort of waiting list to have a red shirt named in your honor? If not, I'll make one. No, I don't have anything better to do, thanks.

I have a wordpad doc. It includes up to date casualty listings.

[The Dark Fiddler]

Sweet, I'm still alive!

Its because I'm genre savvy!

...unless I'm wrong genre savvy...

[Trazoi]

I see in the screenshots featuring me that I'm not even on the screen. I approve of your tactics. The best way to fight alien scum is from very far away.

[Alex Knight]

Hah! I done captured me an alien the good X-com way! By beating it upside the head till it fell down. Cooper tried to tell me that I should turn the stun stick on, but I said I don't swing that way!

[Copper8642]

2 p's, 1 o.

'tis Copper, not Cooper. And put that damn thing away if you won't use it properly, and get out of the storeroom. You know how Chia gets if he finds out I've been associating with other team members.

[chiasaur11]

2 p's, 1 o.

'tis Copper, not Cooper. And put that damn thing away if you won't use it properly, and get out of the storeroom. You know how Chia gets if he finds out I've been associating with other team members.

Now, that's not true.

I always allow for them to enter the room to administer beatings! Good for morale.

[Alex Knight]

Hah! no true brave heroic X-Com soldier has time to worry about such namby-pamby things like spelling when there's aliens to beat up!

And I did *so* use it properly. Th' alien got knocked out, didn't he?

[Winterwind]

As resident tactical officer I have to adamantly advise against this course of action. Beating up the alien with a non-powered stun rod is an unnecessarily risky action I can in no way condone.

I mean, who knows when and what for we might need that metal stick, and what are we going to do if you break it? Beating the alien over the head with a fellow squad member is far less demanding on the X-Com resources (hardware is precious, redshirts are easy to come buy).

[Redpieper]

Does that mean you're volunteering?

[Smight]

As resident tactical officer I have to adamantly advise against this course of action. Beating up the alien with a non-powered stun rod is an unnecessarily risky action I can in no way condone.

I mean, who knows when and what for we might need that metal stick, and what are we going to do if you break it? Beating the alien over the head with a fellow squad member is far less demanding on the X-Com resources (hardware is precious, redshirts are easy to come buy).

resident dead tactical officer

[Winterwind]

Does that mean you're volunteering?

Obviously, the same optimization of our resource use requires the tactical officer to remain safe and comfy in some distant villa with swimming pool and free cocktail supply.

resident dead tactical officer

I prefer the term "indefinitely released from frontline duty".

[chiasaur11]

Well, after the base invasion, the standard spacecraft shooting was put on hold for a bit. We needed to make sure time didn't get messed up too much.

The sudden appearance of the skyranger full of troops I'd requisitioned WEEKS AGO provided both a control group and a subject (other than Copper, who'd locked the storeroom and thus was currently unavailable) for venting frustration.









After a thorough grilling, it seemed the timeline was mostly intact. Sure, now Buddy Holly never died, and for some reason Plato lived for like 700 years, but the important things were still the same. Namely, people were still paying me to kill things and provide tools to let others do the same. After those eight had left (and been shocked by my wall o' Brisco County Jr DVDs, which apparently now are more precious than gold now. Saving those for retirement.) I checked the delivery vehicle for other loot and noticed the ninth man, David Davies. As it turned out, he's union. This seemed to mean he didn't have to do anything. I approved of this. Any man who could avoid work more thoroughly than me, while in theory drawing the same salary, deserved my respect.

I decided that Lopez could manage the rookies for now and went to check on the R&D boys. Apparently, they were working on Medkits still, a noble endeavor, and vital if X-COM ever needs to position itself as a humanitarian institution. On the other hand, it doesn't directly kill anything. I decided then and there to have them begin interrogating the leader. Despite its (rather pathetic) pleading, I decided on the most extreme technique we had. I tossed it into the storeroom with Copper. I almost pity it.

The morgue was the next stop. Saying hello to Fri's ghost as I passed, I checked up on the corpse collection. Although keeping every single one wasn't feasible, one of each sort seemed reasonable enough. Of course, tht did lead to keeping X-Com bodies on site, and I forget why I had Copper bring back the civvie corpse. Oh, right. He didn't want to.

Eldan's cubby was looking a tad odd though. Corpse had some "Unusual" features. Also, it seemed to be moving now. I immediately left the room. They laughed when I got that zombie survival kit. They all laughed, but now who's going to be the one safely locked up with a wide assortment of assault weapons? Me.

Right. Also Copper. %(*#.

As I came back into the room with the shotgun I'd got for this exact purpose (well, this and quoting Cpl. Hicks when shooting aliens in the mouth), I saw tentacles leaving the corpse, and retracting into an attractive blonde woman in an X-Com jumpsuit. Obviously, the zombies had figured out hologram technology. This was a very bad thing. Then an oddly familiar voice spoke

"Hello Commander! Look! I am a perfectly ordinary human, as always! I have recovered from my ordinary human near death experience! The changes in external form are the result of recovery from a bad cold. Us Humans always look different when suffering from a cold1"

And this is why I hate unique alien infiltration units. They always find a way to come back. Well, next time we're detonating Eldan's corpse.


Well, today could have gone better. Alien invasion of X-Com bases, freakish alien mutation, history revised so that all copies of my favorite Bruce Campbell western have disappeared, and Copper is still alive, and in fact the most likely of all of the non me, non Lopez inhabitants of base to survival a zombie invasion.

On the upside, I have an alien leader to kick around. That should relieve some stress.

[Artanis]

You have Jimor twice.

[chiasaur11]

Time fluctuations.

Can't be helped.

[Rockphed]

You also mispelled my name. :angry:

Although, if that is just the set up so you can keep creating redshirts who carry similar names, I am perfectly fine with it.

[chiasaur11]

You also mispelled my name. :angry:

Although, if that is just the set up so you can keep creating redshirts who carry similar names, I am perfectly fine with it.

As I said, it's one of the innumerable results of ripping history into tiny bits.

Be happy you don't have an eyepatch.

[Copper8642]

"Soo.... uhhh.... you come around here often? Hey... uh, hey, don't touch th-PUT IT DOWN!"

*Takes the autocannon out of the alien's hands.*

"Now, we're not going to be fighting in here right n-HEY!"

*Picks up and throws a Laser Rifle that the alien was reaching for.*

"What did I just say? Now, we can do this civilly, or you can make it tough. Your choice."

*Spends the next few hours treating the alien like a small child while it tries to kill him before just knocking the alien out and making up some information to tell Chiasaur.*

"Uh... sir... the aliens... they're here for....... Vegas. Yeah, that's it. They... uhhh, they want... Blackjack. They're here to steal Blackjack from us. And... wrenches. They need our wrenches too, so they're pillaging the world to find wrenches. Yep. He told me himself. Sooooo...... can I come out now?"

[chiasaur11]

"Soo.... uhhh.... you come around here often? Hey... uh, hey, don't touch th-PUT IT DOWN!"

*Takes the autocannon out of the alien's hands.*

"Now, we're not going to be fighting in here right n-HEY!"

*Picks up and throws a Laser Rifle that the alien was reaching for.*

"What did I just say? Now, we can do this civilly, or you can make it tough. Your choice."

*Spends the next few hours treating the alien like a small child while it tries to kill him before just knocking the alien out and making up some information to tell Chiasaur.*

"Uh... sir... the aliens... they're here for....... Vegas. Yeah, that's it. They... uhhh, they want... Blackjack. They're here to steal Blackjack from us. And... wrenches. They need our wrenches too, so they're pillaging the world to find wrenches. Yep. He told me himself. Sooooo...... can I come out now?"

Come up with a way to save a million or so a month and maybe we'll talk.

[Winterwind]

Replace the Skyranger with an Avenger and one of the Interceptors with either a Firestorm or a second Avenger. There, more than a million saved.

[chiasaur11]

Replace the Skyranger with an Avenger and one of the Interceptors with either a Firestorm or a second Avenger. There, more than a million saved.

Costs Elerium.

In case you didn't notice, we kinda don't have any of that.

[Winterwind]

Costs Elerium.

In case you didn't notice, we kinda don't have any of that.

Details, excuses, since when do we pay attention to such things?