If you need it Silver, I'll be willing to lend a ear or offer advice. I've had to deal with my own mental issues, and some i still do, maybe it's something I've gone through as well. Feel free to PM me, or deal with it without me, whatever you prefer.
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I love hunt showdown. nothing like talking shit in prox chat while having a friendly cowboy shootout over a bayou bounty. Now I just need to acquire skill over ungodly amount of hours playing the game
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It's crazy to see another furry in the wild. Well, back to my hidey-hole.
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Angus McSix and the Sword of Power is a pretty damn good album. I was hesitant about Thomas Winkler's new band after being booted from Gloryhammer but my worry was unfounded. He is def back one better
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What's all this about DnD, where my CoC bois at who enjoy the game where every encounter can be a TPK, never use magic unless you want to die, and where you never save the day but delay the inevitable
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I'm cautiously optimistic about the C&C/RA remaster. They have most of the original source code. The original devs who moved to Petroglyph after EA bought Westwood are working on it. Frank Klepacki is working on remastering the OST. Kia Huntzinger is reprising her role of EVA to remaster the lines so I can clearly hear that I am neglecting my economy and my base is under attack. Now if they can recreate the installation process, it'd be pretty sweet. EA is somehow giving me hope after the Twilight/Rivals mess.
But I suppose if they fuck that up, I still have Iron Harvest to look forward to.
But I suppose if they fuck that up, I still have Iron Harvest to look forward to.
Well, BFV is bad again. I finally had it. I tried, but I am not having fun with new TTK. At least SW BF2 is in a pretty decent spot so the origin launcher still lives on my computer.
That aside, 7 days to Zombie Army 4. I'm really curious if and how they will explain the zombie tanks.
That aside, 7 days to Zombie Army 4. I'm really curious if and how they will explain the zombie tanks.
another collab with @redbaron1234
Leslie did a double take as the handful of pickups came streaming out. They were easy to spot with the GEAR's many sensors. Nothing they couldnt handle but they couldnt get complacent with them either. She gave Fionn a quick callout "Technicals, over there." She rasied her own rifle to take aim before she noticed the jet rolling out into the open. It was clear it must be high value; nobody would attempt to take off from such a ruined runway in the middle of a fight like this unless it was important.
That confirmed it. "Fionn, think you can handle the first four trucks? I am going to try and stop the plane."
“How kind of them to come to us, though I prefer if they’d give me more than a moment of respite.” Fionn said, audibly annoyed.
Fionn took a moment to look over the cover, quickly scanning the threat and mentally formulating a plan of action. He counted, four vehicles in the vanguard, all lightly armored. One with a grenade launcher, the shrapnel would be a detriment if it lands close. Two with HMGs, and the last with a recoilless rifle, likely a problem if it strikes true. With quick thinking instinctively drilled into him over many combat encounters, he formulated his next steps.
Swinging out of cover, he fired a volley of mortars toward the center two technical. One HE round landed true and pierced the top of the cabin before exploding, instantly killing the driver and sending shards of broken glass from the rear window into the gunner, eliminating the grenadier technical.
Another HE round landed immediately in front of an HMG technical, popping the front tires right before a small crater. The forward momentum of the truck followed by the immediate depression caused it to faceplant into the hole and flip over, rendering it incapacitated.
With those two out of the way, Fionn could focus on the last two. While the recoilless rifle could be a threat, it was clear it had no stabilizer, giving it rather poor accuracy. Feeling safe, he bursted the last two down with his own barrage of rounds, which while not sporting pinpoint accuracy, had enough in a standing position to make short work of the exposed gunners and the drivers that were behind practically non-existent armor.
In the end that was another group of enemies down and all they had to show for it was some scrapes and a few holes, in non-vital areas, on Fionn. “They are not going to be a problem anymore, at least not alive.” Fionn said to Leslie, before turning to see what she achieved in the time.
Leslie hadn’t waited for Fionn to finish his attack before moving out. Her two trucks were moving fast, and she’d have to close the distance to get a good shot on them. Climbing out of the crater, she kept running as she hoped her teammate had the other trucks occupied. Scanning the terrain, she saw a likely path for the plane to take to the runway, and burnt out airframe that would make for good enough cover. She made a dash for it, keeping an eye on trucks and plane.
The two trucks moved to intercept her, a soldier loading the grenade launcher mounted on one. “Shit,” she hissed, sliding into the cover just in time to watch several grenades fly over the burnt husk and explode a couple dozen yards down the runway. She snapped out of her cover and opened up on the truck as it passed. A series of bursts from her rifle landed just short of the truck, kicking up sparks off the pavement. Both trucks circled around her wide as she kept tracking and finally disabled the grenade launcher truck’s engine. The rest of the clip made sure the truck went up in flames.
She had dropped the mag to reload when she saw the other truck’s armament: a missile launcher. Her HUD lit up as it warned her of the impending lockon. With her rifle empty and moments to spend, she did the most expedient thing she could do. Keeping her focus, and her laser designator, squarely on the truck , she launched one of her precious anti-armor missiles. It struck true, blowing up the truck just as her sensors confirmed the launcher had on her.
Letting out a sigh of relief, she remembered the cargo jet still making its way down the runway. Turning around she saw a pair of flaming gouts emerge from the tips of the wings. “Damn, they got JATO’s.” It made sense that they would try this, with the runway so rough they needed as short of a takeoff they could pull off. It was moving too fast for her to be able to reload and shoot. It wouldnt be long before the wheels would lift off. “Shit, shit,” she muttered. An idea popped to mind, a horrible idea that she needed to act upon now. With her remaining missile, she looked ahead of the plane and fired, forming a massive crater. The nose of the plane soon dipped down and slammed the fuelselage into the ground, the boosters still pushing the wheel-less plan across the ground until a wing sheared off. It was a rough impact, but it did ground the plane. “Fionn, The plane’s immobilized. Get over here.” Letting out a sigh of relief, she finally reloaded her rifle. Keeping her aim focused on the plane, she circled around to the passenger side as she hailed Silverwind. “Sir, this is Sobero. The plane has been grounded. Securing the wreckage.” A quick walkaround in her GEAR saw no movement from inside the cabin.
Fionn looked just in time to see the aircraft to realize gravity existed and crash, shaking the ground near it as it scarred the land. Despite his GEARs stabilizers, he still felt reverberations travel through him. Looking at the wreckage, Fionn chuckled. “They’ll have to bury what’s left of them in a soup can.” Fionn said grimly.
Cautiously making his way to the half of the plane that still resembled one, he peered into the cockpit and confirmed his suspicions. Of the two piloting, one would need a closed casket and the other was sporting stylish holes in not so good places. “Yeah, they’re dead…” Fionn paused a moment, “…and at the risk of looking stupid, I think we bought a few moments of respite.”
Scanning the wreckage, Fionn noticed something buried under one of the wings. Something that did not belong. Nestled underneath the rubble was a large metal crate, presumably holding something they wanted to not give up. Something important enough to take risk the conditions that did not work out well for them. Whatever the thing is, it would be pertinent to tell his CO.
@Silverwind Blade
“Sir, we have successfully made the plane a fixture of the ground. No survivors, but there is a box. I’m guessing the thing they did not want to give up is inside it. Area is currently cleared of hostile forces, what are your orders?”
Leslie did a double take as the handful of pickups came streaming out. They were easy to spot with the GEAR's many sensors. Nothing they couldnt handle but they couldnt get complacent with them either. She gave Fionn a quick callout "Technicals, over there." She rasied her own rifle to take aim before she noticed the jet rolling out into the open. It was clear it must be high value; nobody would attempt to take off from such a ruined runway in the middle of a fight like this unless it was important.
"Roger, Recon. Secure the prisoner and move to the airfield to secure it with the rest of the unit. All units; stop that aircraft from taking off if possible; it's likely they're trying to move someone or something of high value!"
That confirmed it. "Fionn, think you can handle the first four trucks? I am going to try and stop the plane."
“How kind of them to come to us, though I prefer if they’d give me more than a moment of respite.” Fionn said, audibly annoyed.
Fionn took a moment to look over the cover, quickly scanning the threat and mentally formulating a plan of action. He counted, four vehicles in the vanguard, all lightly armored. One with a grenade launcher, the shrapnel would be a detriment if it lands close. Two with HMGs, and the last with a recoilless rifle, likely a problem if it strikes true. With quick thinking instinctively drilled into him over many combat encounters, he formulated his next steps.
Swinging out of cover, he fired a volley of mortars toward the center two technical. One HE round landed true and pierced the top of the cabin before exploding, instantly killing the driver and sending shards of broken glass from the rear window into the gunner, eliminating the grenadier technical.
Another HE round landed immediately in front of an HMG technical, popping the front tires right before a small crater. The forward momentum of the truck followed by the immediate depression caused it to faceplant into the hole and flip over, rendering it incapacitated.
With those two out of the way, Fionn could focus on the last two. While the recoilless rifle could be a threat, it was clear it had no stabilizer, giving it rather poor accuracy. Feeling safe, he bursted the last two down with his own barrage of rounds, which while not sporting pinpoint accuracy, had enough in a standing position to make short work of the exposed gunners and the drivers that were behind practically non-existent armor.
In the end that was another group of enemies down and all they had to show for it was some scrapes and a few holes, in non-vital areas, on Fionn. “They are not going to be a problem anymore, at least not alive.” Fionn said to Leslie, before turning to see what she achieved in the time.
Leslie hadn’t waited for Fionn to finish his attack before moving out. Her two trucks were moving fast, and she’d have to close the distance to get a good shot on them. Climbing out of the crater, she kept running as she hoped her teammate had the other trucks occupied. Scanning the terrain, she saw a likely path for the plane to take to the runway, and burnt out airframe that would make for good enough cover. She made a dash for it, keeping an eye on trucks and plane.
The two trucks moved to intercept her, a soldier loading the grenade launcher mounted on one. “Shit,” she hissed, sliding into the cover just in time to watch several grenades fly over the burnt husk and explode a couple dozen yards down the runway. She snapped out of her cover and opened up on the truck as it passed. A series of bursts from her rifle landed just short of the truck, kicking up sparks off the pavement. Both trucks circled around her wide as she kept tracking and finally disabled the grenade launcher truck’s engine. The rest of the clip made sure the truck went up in flames.
She had dropped the mag to reload when she saw the other truck’s armament: a missile launcher. Her HUD lit up as it warned her of the impending lockon. With her rifle empty and moments to spend, she did the most expedient thing she could do. Keeping her focus, and her laser designator, squarely on the truck , she launched one of her precious anti-armor missiles. It struck true, blowing up the truck just as her sensors confirmed the launcher had on her.
Letting out a sigh of relief, she remembered the cargo jet still making its way down the runway. Turning around she saw a pair of flaming gouts emerge from the tips of the wings. “Damn, they got JATO’s.” It made sense that they would try this, with the runway so rough they needed as short of a takeoff they could pull off. It was moving too fast for her to be able to reload and shoot. It wouldnt be long before the wheels would lift off. “Shit, shit,” she muttered. An idea popped to mind, a horrible idea that she needed to act upon now. With her remaining missile, she looked ahead of the plane and fired, forming a massive crater. The nose of the plane soon dipped down and slammed the fuelselage into the ground, the boosters still pushing the wheel-less plan across the ground until a wing sheared off. It was a rough impact, but it did ground the plane. “Fionn, The plane’s immobilized. Get over here.” Letting out a sigh of relief, she finally reloaded her rifle. Keeping her aim focused on the plane, she circled around to the passenger side as she hailed Silverwind. “Sir, this is Sobero. The plane has been grounded. Securing the wreckage.” A quick walkaround in her GEAR saw no movement from inside the cabin.
Fionn looked just in time to see the aircraft to realize gravity existed and crash, shaking the ground near it as it scarred the land. Despite his GEARs stabilizers, he still felt reverberations travel through him. Looking at the wreckage, Fionn chuckled. “They’ll have to bury what’s left of them in a soup can.” Fionn said grimly.
Cautiously making his way to the half of the plane that still resembled one, he peered into the cockpit and confirmed his suspicions. Of the two piloting, one would need a closed casket and the other was sporting stylish holes in not so good places. “Yeah, they’re dead…” Fionn paused a moment, “…and at the risk of looking stupid, I think we bought a few moments of respite.”
Scanning the wreckage, Fionn noticed something buried under one of the wings. Something that did not belong. Nestled underneath the rubble was a large metal crate, presumably holding something they wanted to not give up. Something important enough to take risk the conditions that did not work out well for them. Whatever the thing is, it would be pertinent to tell his CO.
@Silverwind Blade
“Sir, we have successfully made the plane a fixture of the ground. No survivors, but there is a box. I’m guessing the thing they did not want to give up is inside it. Area is currently cleared of hostile forces, what are your orders?”
@kingkonrad yeah still working on the next part of the collab with red baron, we are both talking with silver atm to see if we need to find something in the plane or not
got a collab with @redbaron1234 posted.
now to drink myself into a stupor and become sedentary for a week.
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huh, had some miscomunication on what I and red meant by 'collaborating'. I used the word as to 'have a post from each others perspective over a sequence of predetermined events' kind of like having several replies melded in one post rather than i post -> they post -> i post sort of deal. Red meant a combined post with both our stuff written.
red, if i understand correctly, meant a 'collab' is having us both write in one post.
going to use this as a reminder to communicate as best you can and ask lots of questions, won't guarantee this won't happen again, but it'll help prevent it. turning this over to Red to do the post as I'll be traveling to visit family right after i post this, and thus will be away from my pc for the next 3 and a half days give or take.
now to drink myself into a stupor and become sedentary for a week.
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huh, had some miscomunication on what I and red meant by 'collaborating'. I used the word as to 'have a post from each others perspective over a sequence of predetermined events' kind of like having several replies melded in one post rather than i post -> they post -> i post sort of deal. Red meant a combined post with both our stuff written.
red, if i understand correctly, meant a 'collab' is having us both write in one post.
going to use this as a reminder to communicate as best you can and ask lots of questions, won't guarantee this won't happen again, but it'll help prevent it. turning this over to Red to do the post as I'll be traveling to visit family right after i post this, and thus will be away from my pc for the next 3 and a half days give or take.
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Well Dice ruined the TTK in BF5. Again. Now to wait a few weeks for them to fix it. Again. And then wait about a year for them to repeat the process.
At least hearing about the new Starship Troopers game will salvage the day for me. Seems like it might be something fun to play when I get tired of the CoH vibes of Iron harvest, especially if it is viable to turtle (which being fucking starship troopers, it damn well better be a focus).
At least hearing about the new Starship Troopers game will salvage the day for me. Seems like it might be something fun to play when I get tired of the CoH vibes of Iron harvest, especially if it is viable to turtle (which being fucking starship troopers, it damn well better be a focus).
got my post in after several distractions. feel like i ended up shorter than what i could have written, but i'm sure it'll solve itself once i get to the part where things blow up.
Fionn was finishing his cursory check of the GEAR, not being knowledgeable enough to give an in depth inspection considering his role is more about taking things apart than putting them together, when he got the call. The briefing gave a few more details than what was divulged earlier. The enemy seems to have a cheaper composition than what the 33rd has, which generally means they are likely to be more numerous. They have had the opportunity to fortify the island and dig in, expecting an assault at some point. On the other hand, visibility will be low and deployment should be smooth offering the advantage of a surprise assault. Assuming the sneak attack succeeds, that should buy them a decent amount of time where the enemy would be thrown in chaos and negating, at least for a while, the advantage they have playing defense. Then it will be up to him and the 33rd to capitalize on that, using every second they have to pacify any threat before they can reorganize.
Fionn moved with a calm demeanor on the outside, though was feeling anxious on the inside. He questioned whether the intelligence was correct or if they missed something. He questioned how effective the cruise missiles would be, if the targets were more fortified or in a different place than thought. He questioned his own ability and if he would succeed. Seeds of doubt were sown in his mind, and it bothered him. It was not till he boarded his GEAR, feeling alone, that he turned to a habit he formed. A sort of ritual to extinguish his pre-combat jitters. Taking a few deep breaths to calm his mind, he silently recited a prayer, directed at no one in particular while weaving a few intricate knot patterns in his fur. The complexity of the pattern only lets him do a few on the transport, but a few is all he needs. The knot, consisting of four interwoven corners is supposed to be a ward or protection against harm, and while he is not entirely convinced on the validity of that, it is a familiar comfort to sooth his nerves. There also is the fact that he is still indeed alive which is a point in favor. Overcoming the feeling, he turned his thought to the coming trial.
Nearing the drop, he got his orders from Silverwind. Neutralize hard targets and vehicles that remain standing following the missile strike, likely around the hanger. The number of explosives between him and Sobero should be more than enough to deal with whatever survives. As for any soft targets, a couple burst from 20mm should riddle a few new orifices in them while Sobero can pick of any targets sticking their heads out of cover after being suppressed.
Following the others, he had a few moments in the air before his GEAR touched down. The heavy mech more falling with a thud than with grace as the other, lighter ones. After taking a moment to inspect his spare 20mm drum, not wanting any mud or dirt jamming the feed, he scanned the map quickly once more to figure out a few routes to take to the strip. The flat terrain will make cover outside of the forest rare, the trees offering the best way to hide movement.
@redbaron1234
“Sobero, we have limited time before the enemy recovers. I suggest we go through the forest; we can rush through some cover to the hanger before we are forced into the open and take advantage of the chaos they'll be in. From there we can decide how to make the approach depending on what is still standing. If you're ready, let's get a move on, unless you have a better path.”
Fionn moved with a calm demeanor on the outside, though was feeling anxious on the inside. He questioned whether the intelligence was correct or if they missed something. He questioned how effective the cruise missiles would be, if the targets were more fortified or in a different place than thought. He questioned his own ability and if he would succeed. Seeds of doubt were sown in his mind, and it bothered him. It was not till he boarded his GEAR, feeling alone, that he turned to a habit he formed. A sort of ritual to extinguish his pre-combat jitters. Taking a few deep breaths to calm his mind, he silently recited a prayer, directed at no one in particular while weaving a few intricate knot patterns in his fur. The complexity of the pattern only lets him do a few on the transport, but a few is all he needs. The knot, consisting of four interwoven corners is supposed to be a ward or protection against harm, and while he is not entirely convinced on the validity of that, it is a familiar comfort to sooth his nerves. There also is the fact that he is still indeed alive which is a point in favor. Overcoming the feeling, he turned his thought to the coming trial.
Nearing the drop, he got his orders from Silverwind. Neutralize hard targets and vehicles that remain standing following the missile strike, likely around the hanger. The number of explosives between him and Sobero should be more than enough to deal with whatever survives. As for any soft targets, a couple burst from 20mm should riddle a few new orifices in them while Sobero can pick of any targets sticking their heads out of cover after being suppressed.
Following the others, he had a few moments in the air before his GEAR touched down. The heavy mech more falling with a thud than with grace as the other, lighter ones. After taking a moment to inspect his spare 20mm drum, not wanting any mud or dirt jamming the feed, he scanned the map quickly once more to figure out a few routes to take to the strip. The flat terrain will make cover outside of the forest rare, the trees offering the best way to hide movement.
@redbaron1234
“Sobero, we have limited time before the enemy recovers. I suggest we go through the forest; we can rush through some cover to the hanger before we are forced into the open and take advantage of the chaos they'll be in. From there we can decide how to make the approach depending on what is still standing. If you're ready, let's get a move on, unless you have a better path.”
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