Let's Play OpenXCOM - Terror from the Deep

[Integrity]

Hartwodoku: VROOM! VROOM! Eat drill, slagbeast!

literally me irl tbh

[#!/dev/haru]

[spoiler=Operation Bleeding Bugs, part II]

Captain Paul Gascoign: ...Ugh. I hate this place already, so claustrophobic.
Psychopath Hartwodoku Sanada: What are you talking about? This room is huge, loo-- We've got bogies! Die!

Hartwodoku: Got him! Alright, scout the area and dyes down!

Lancer Billy Jam: Woah... this room IS huge.
Paul: Y-yeah, but it's still like a big metal coffin, and I get... seasick!
Shock Yuri Lowell: Well, don't we LIVE in big metal coffin? What do you consider the Port?
Paul: Shut it... let's just go.
Heavy Cress Albane: We're never going to find watercress down here. And it sounds like there are so many aliens! Ugh...

Billy: Gah! Green men in the big room.
Hartwodoku: Check your flanks as you advance, there are potential sniper platforms everywhere. As for you--

Hartwodoku: --I expect you to die.
Sniper Chrysanthe F: It's been AT LEAST fourty years since that was a relevant line.
Hartwodoku: Hey, he went down. My expectation was met.

Billy: Hey, uh... I think I see one skulking in the rafters. Can't tell if I got it...
Yuri: Still moving--! Gah! Got it, I think.
Paul: More dye?
Hartwodoku: More dye.
Shock Michael Acard: Wait... w-wait, guys, I think the smoke... nngh. (missed the message where he collapsed from stun damage)

Billy: ARGH!
Lancer Penny Dreadful: That sounded like a Deep One--! Deep One got Billy! I can only see a bunch of Gillme--

Penny: There it is!
Cress: Can't see it...! Just some stupid gillmen... ha!

Cress: Got one while it was running! Take that. Careful, Deep One's still live!

Penny: Someone needs to take out this one guarding the door! I... I missed! ...Never mind, he's chasing a civilian through the door. ...ergh, and got him.
Hartwodoku: Then hurry, let's push in! Watch out for the Deep One in the rafters! Someone revive Michael... And someone make sure Billy is really dead.
Tobruk: Deep One over here! Gh... got it!

Shock Michael Acard: Urgh... stupid... smoke... *cough*
Hartwodoku: No time. Pick up your weapons and DISPERSE! We're ripe to be taken out by a grenade right now.
Penny: Billy's back up!
Billy: Urgh, what hit me...?

Billy: Aaah! They're everywhere!

Chrysanthe: Relax, I got it.
Paul: Chrissakes, you're barely injured. I don't even need to heal you, it was a scratch.
(Billy had taken a 1 damage hit, which also did 1 fatal wound. He had stun damage equal to his health minus one, which meant that this knocked him out. The chances of this are... extremely low.)
Michael: Ahh... t-thanks, those stims are something else. Hey, green man moving...!

Michael: Got him!
Hartwodoku: Any sign of those Deep Ones in the rafters? I don't want everyone to be picked off here.
Michael: Nothing I can see from here, but you'd be better asking-- Billy? Billy, where did you go?

Billy: Not safe. Not safe... must get to... high ground. I'll show all those bitches! All of them!
Hartwodoku: Anything up there?
Billy: No. No, no... void. Empty. Nothing!
Paul: Calm down there, buddy. Okay, room seems safe. Let's hurry on through.
Cress: And we're taking a stark raving mad LANCER'S word for it... why?
Tobruk: Hey, what's wrong with Lancers?
Cress: You ever wonder why you go in first?
Paul: CAN IT, YOU TWO!

Cress: Ahh! One of the white ones! Can't get a bead, girders in the way...
Paul: God, this room is terrible.
Cress: Starting to agree...
Chrysanthe: If only to shut you two up... GRENADE OUT!

Cress: Jesus...
[spoiler=Overarching view]

Billy: Ahh... ah. S-sorry, guys, I'm back. Looks all clear up here.
Paul: Right. Move forward, folks.

Lancer Tobruk Galli: Not a whole lot here, either. No idea where that lift goes, though... Sheesh, I think you could blow this whole place up if you fired in THERE.
Hartwodoku: Tell me more...
Paul: NO! No blowing this place up. Focus!
Hartwodoku: Fine. Best leave a few down here, looks like the rest of us will need to take that lift. I'm not... hearing too much movement at this point, and we have a lot of the crew right here.
Paul: Agreed. Okay, A-Team, meet at the stairs up! Snipers, find a nest and cover us! Har--
Hartwodoku: Tobruk, Chrysanthe, Migraine. You're with me.
Paul: ...That's fine. Go! Penny, you lead the charge up.
Penny: Seems clea-- WHOA!


Penny: Whites AND greens!
Hartwodoku: Sounds like a Selesnya party.
Penny: What?
Hartwodoku: Never mind.
Penny: ...Pulling back! I need backup for this.
Billy: Gotcha covered!

Penny: Whoa! Impressive. Okay, there are some living crew members here--

Penny: Argh, and a Deep One on the lift-top! Someone handle that?

Sniper Kokoda Gunc: ...dealt with.
Paul: Living crew is a good sign. And I'm not hearing many left up here, I think we might have it-- How's the breach under?

Sniper Chrysanthe F: I can't imagine this is safe... No xenos, though. Don't like the idea of moving through here, though...
Hartwodoku: Migraine, can you take point?
Heavy Migraine Borg: ...I-is that my job?
Hartwodoku: That's what you signed up for, yes.
Migraine: Can we just blow it up?
Hartwodoku: As much as I want to approve, no.

Migraine: Fine... can't be that bad... Will you at least cover me?!
Chrysanthe: I ain't going NEAR that room.
Migraine: If it blows, you're dead whether you're behind that wall or not.

Chrysanthe: Fair point...

Migraine: ...It's the engine room? Looks empty.
Hartwodoku: Stay on alert. Chrysanthe, let him be your spotter.
Chrysanthe: Whatever gets me out of this room. Roger.
Penny: I see a little green stain... Couldn't get him. Snipers?
Kokoda: ...Missed.

Billy: Hey, I-- got him!
Penny: Why aren't you a sniper? You're on fire today. Er, except for the whole going insane thing.
Paul: Alright, good work. Non-Snipers to the top floor, seems to be the only way to go. Billy, you can stay put, this is working.

Hartwodoku: Living crew on the top floor. Is this place cleared out? I'm still hearing some movement, but... damn, wish we knew how many people were working here.
Migraine: Whitey in the engine room stairwell!
Hartwodoku: Not cleared. Bah.

Migraine: Got him!
Paul: Proceed with caution. ...Well, hello there.


Paul: ...One left, I think. I hear it, a little deeper. Let's keep moving.
Penny: Found it!



Casualties, part 2: None, get on my level

[Parrhesia]

Or is it just luck?

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahaha

[The3rdCorinthian]

Name: Wesley Dodds

Nationality: American

Role: Medic

Notes: Seems to enjoy using stunning/sleep weapons. Also sprinkles sand over the fallen bodies of the enemy, sleeping or dead. No one knows why, and no one really wants to know.

This is still a thing right?

Edited September 5, 2015 by The3rdCorinthian

[#!/dev/haru]

This is still a thing right?

Of course. Tell all your friends! Just had to deal with logistics for a while. Switching people and back and all.

[Parrhesia]

[spoiler=BATTLESCAPE]
Taylor: "Mayday! Mayday! We... we have a situation at Port Yi Sun-sin! Please advise! God, can anyone help?"


Tinker: "Who's this? Is this a direct line? What's happening?"
Taylor: "This is Josmer Taylor, operational overseer in Korea! Our sonar's picked up an object coming in fast! Looks like the aliens... god, they might have even spotted us. They aren't diverting course. What are we gonna do if they... if they get inside..."
Tinker: "Hold the line-" *static* "- good order. Retreat is not an option. You are to repel the-"
Taylor: "You don't understand! We're crewed by a skeleton staff, half of us aren't even-"
Tinker: "It doesn't matter. Do your duty for the greater good, soldier."
Taylor: "I'm just a bloody tech!"
Tinker: "I repeat - hold the line, do not change operational procedure, shoot to kill. Fight in good ord-"
The line cuts, abruptly.
Taylor: "Hello?! HELLO?!"


Taylor: "Uhh... this is an all-purpose notice! Equip yourselves for a potential breach! Fight to the death, soldiers! Fight on for humanity!"


Gunstock: "Here they come! Here they come!"
Taylor: "Don't go out to fight them! Try to ambush them in the channels!"


Rand: "Well, this is hardly the bracing afternoon reading Diacritics Shrugged I'd hoped for. Let's have them, then!"


Broadbroach: "They're here, too... goddamn it all!"


Mind: "You know, let's just say they're crawling and leave it at that, alright, lads?"


Cashmere: "OH GOD-"


Medici: "It's... beautiful-"


Cashmere: "OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!"


Cashmere: "FUCK YOU!"
Rand: "Sights are clear! Let's try this thing!"


Cashmere: "God, you killed him!"
Rand: "He's still breathing, and if he weren't weak he'd still be fine. Stop worrying and focus on living! Besides, the important thing is we killed that fucking dinosaur."


Kasparov: "I heard shouting and I came to help!"
Rand: "You? You are strong! The storm to come will spare you!"


Valedictorian: "Blast them! Blast them all into fucking oblivion!"


Furcoat: "I have you covered!"
Hollowpoint: "You? But you're-"
Furcoat: "One of the fired scientists? Some of us stayed on just to have a place to sleep, you know!"


Gunstock: "One of them... took out the other one? Ahh, no complaints, only guns!"


Winks: "Still another couple over here! Wish I could show 'em the rough side of this drill..."


Badtaste: "We've taken fire!"
Valedictorian: "So have we! We are return-"


Coldplay: "But s- s... sssoo..."


Compton: "Uhhhh. Okay, guys, take it cautious!"
Taylor: "I saw on his camera that there are four of them in the next room, at least! Be careful!"
Compton: "We are being fucking careful!"


Skinhead: "This thing won't fucking explode! Ahhh, hell, this might be it, lads..."


Theatre: "I'm ... god, is it really gonna come to this?"
Rand: "Think about the great purge to come! Think about the culling of the weak from the strong! Will you be strong, Knight? Will you b-"


Julius: "SHUT! UP! ABOUT! YOUR! FUCKING! PHILOSOPHY!"
Aster: "Christ, I agree and all, but did you have to kill her?!"
Compton: "Well, I'm gonna go out and scout th-"


Compton: "hhhhe"


Kasparov: "I've downed their UFO!"
Furcoat: "Bio-drone! It is not a UFO! We have Identified the Flying Object!"
Kasparov: "Repeat - have downed their UFO! Safe to press on, east team!"


Winks: "Hey, that fucking stun guy finally pegged some of his own squad! Charge, charge!"


Muscle: "GET OUT OF OUR FUCKING BASE, YOU PRICK."


Winks: "Think this is the last two! We'll be cleaning scales for days!"


Tooflash: "Man, that sure as hell was too soon to say that."


Kasparov: "Flanker is dead. Still need to investigate the sounds from upstairs..."


Tooflash: "Well, this one's on the run! We can regroup to head up later - for now, we mop up."
Kasparov: "Agreed."


Winks: "Dash, you go left. I'll take the right. We'll drill this last fucker yet."
Rungar: "Right! My way's clear- what was that? ... Mate?"


And the last Tasoth went berserk and stunned himself.

[TheMoniker]

The base is safe, and Parrhesia is back! Celebrate! Or not, if you liked the guest star better.

[The3rdCorinthian]

Looks like those layoffs may not have helped that base.

Unless of course it is completely unrelated.

[eclipse]

Dear guest star,

You were amazing.

Signed,

clipsey

---

Dear Furet,

Still love the dialogue.

Signed,

clipsey

[#!/dev/haru]

Looks like those layoffs may not have helped that base.

Unless of course it is completely unrelated.

Scientist count does nothing to stem attacks in any way. It's utterly unrelated. All it did was save Parrhesia 1.5 million dollars.

Edited September 7, 2015 by Utsuho Reiuji

[Rehab]

Just now noticed:

One perfunctory snort escaped me

[IGdood]

>XCOM 2 has been delayed to February 2016

Well...I must rely on you to keep me sane until then.

Trauma conga line sure was in effect for the port defense...holy fucking shit.

Edited September 12, 2015 by IGdood