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My advice (as a veteran of multiple failed LPs), is to establish an update schedule and don't get off it. The moment you get off it, you'll update slower and slower and then not at all. I believe it's the reason most LPs fail.

Anyway, for game advice, you have lots of money left over. You should get more scientists (I max out my current living quarters, generally), since science is so important. It's basically your main resource. The more you research, the more of an advantage you'll get over the aliens, and the faster you can end the game. I'd also get another long range sonar. The UFOs are pretty elusive in TFTD. For this mission itself, I hope you brought electroflares . Otherwise, I'd just get out. It's probably not worth it. Send a barracuda over and shoot it down when the aliens finish their "mission", and come back during the daytime.

[GentlemanRaptor]

Oh boy. TFTD. Certainly a hard game, not a fan of the original base layout though, so make sure you can defend that thing well in the ridiculously common base defense missions.

I'm going to rearrange the base layout to a more defensible position when money permits.

[Noob advice, disregard if stupid]
For any species we need captured to get research goodies, send stunner in taking cover behind tank.

Probably sensible, but not yet as the containment facility isn't quite built.

My advice (as a veteran of multiple failed LPs), is to establish an update schedule and don't get off it. The moment you get off it, you'll update slower and slower and then not at all. I believe it's the reason most LPs fail.

Anyway, for game advice, you have lots of money left over. You should get more scientists (I max out my current living quarters, generally), since science is so important. It's basically your main resource. The more you research, the more of an advantage you'll get over the aliens, and the faster you can end the game. I'd also get another long range sonar. The UFOs are pretty elusive in TFTD. For this mission itself, I hope you brought electroflares . Otherwise, I'd just get out. It's probably not worth it. Send a barracuda over and shoot it down when the aliens finish their "mission", and come back during the daytime.

Thanks for the advice. I'll try to keep to an update schedule, and buggering out sounds good 'cause night missions are just, well, nightmares in TFTD.
Next update should be out tomorrow or the day after, more likely tomorrow.

[WillowLuman]

"Volver a la sede. Entendido."

[CognitiveDissonance]

Oooooh, TFTD. How did I miss this? Please sign me up, as this is my favorite game of all time.

Name: Dr. Doktorov
Equipment: Medkits, and pistols. Once available, Thermal Shok Launcher.
Personality: Noble and grumpy. Resentful of the soldiers for getting hurt so much.

I look forward to reading this

[MaximumZero]

Soldier Name: MaxClone1
Preferred Weapon: The heaviest of heavy weapons.
Soldier Personality (for battlefield chatter): Trigger happy, slightly unstable, and 'SPLODEY!

The original Max Greene was killed in a horrifying flying suit prototype failure, before X-Com had an actual enemy. However, enough of his body was found to make clones, to make use of his vastly high potential. Clones of Max Greene (henceforth known as "Maxclones") have been used in numerous experiments, mostly thanks to the clones' bravery, extreme overconfidence, self-destructive tendencies, and love of explosions. An international treaty has been signed to keep no more than one Maxclone in any infantry unit, due to an almost suicidal urge to engage in combat when in a theater of operations. This has resulted in extreme losses to civilian escorts, soft targets within range of the clones, and munitions. While in base, the Maxclones are happy to exaggerate rumors and stories to absurd levels, and drink as much alcohol as humanly possible, especially when allowed to associate with one another. They tend to shy away from training and exercise, except Combatives and Explosives training, and shirk responsibilities whenever possible. All in all, the Maxclones are not terribly good soldiers, but when properly motivated, they are a force of destruction like no other. Most Maxclones are short, caucasian, and dark haired. All identify as Americans.

Your X-Com outfit has been forced to accept awarded six of the MaxClones. They await your orders.

[GentlemanRaptor]

Alright! Fresh meat for the Deep Ones New recruits! Your soldiers will be on the team for the next update (hopefully later tonight).

[GentlemanRaptor]

Guh. Jesus H. Christ I have 253 screenshots to sort through and upload. This update might take a bit longer than I thought, but it should be up later tonight or tomorrow.

[ragnarok97071]

Name: Lord Ragnarok I
Equipment: Pistols and stun rods, the most gentlemanly weapons of war.
Personality: Basically stereotypical English highbrow type. Wears a sweet monocle and a top hat and remains calm at all times.

[WillowLuman]

Name: Dr. Doktorov
Equipment: Medkits, and pistols. Once available, Thermal Shok Launcher.
Personality: Noble and grumpy. Resentful of the soldiers for getting hurt so much.

Name: Lord Ragnarok I
Equipment: Pistols and stun rods, the most gentlemanly weapons of war.
Personality: Basically stereotypical English highbrow type. Wears a sweet monocle and a top hat and remains calm at all times.

"Eh. New guys. Solos mas comida para los tigurones..."

[MaximumZero]

Guh. Jesus H. Christ I have 253 screenshots to sort through and upload. This update might take a bit longer than I thought, but it should be up later tonight or tomorrow.

Welcome to Let's Plays! Hope you like miasma!

[GentlemanRaptor]

Image heavy update ahead!

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

I ordered the team to extract from the mission after learning that no-one brought along electroflares. No-one brought electroflares, on a night op.





I ordered one of our Barracuda units to intercept the craft once it took off.



However, it couldn't keep up and the craft was lost.
Damn shame, that. The boys were looking for some action, especially our MaxClone. Don't quite know if I can trust him yet or not. He seems a wee bit...unstable.

I decided to hire 18 more scientists. Can't hurt to have the most people possible working on ways to kill those alien bastards.



The new general stores were finished. More space for weapons!



Dr. Doktorov was complaining that he only had band-aids and a rusty saw for his office. So, I decided that we could spare some newly-acquired scientists to research medkits.



Research complete!



Good thing it'll function above and below water. I have a feeling that will be helpful...



And, despite intensive research into developing a working weapon, we have yet to develop working ammunition. We need better scientists. How can you develop a weapon and be sure that it works without any ammo? 



I ordered Gauss Pistol production to begin immediately. Maybe they'll be done by the time we researched how to put ammo into them.





I ordered one of our Barracuda units to intercept the craft once it took off.



However, it couldn't keep up and the craft was lost.
Damn shame, that. The boys were looking for some action, especially our MaxClone. Don't quite know if I can trust him yet or not. He seems a wee bit...unstable.

I decided to hire 18 more scientists. Can't hurt to have the most people possible working on ways to kill those alien bastards.



The new general stores were finished. More space for weapons!



Dr. Doktorov was complaining that he only had band-aids and a rusty saw for his office. So, I decided that we could spare some newly-acquired scientists to research medkits.



Research complete!



Good thing it'll function above and below water. I have a feeling that will be helpful...



And, despite intensive research into developing a working weapon, we have yet to develop working ammunition. We need better scientists. How can you develop a weapon and be sure that it works without any ammo? 



I ordered production of gauss pistols to begin immediately. Maybe they'll be done by the time we figure out how to put ammo in them.



Living quarters was finally built. Now we have a place to put some more techs and scientists.



Oh hey! We finally researched how to put ammo into a gun we are already constructing.



Well, at least we can research Gauss Rifles now. Hopefully they will be better than, oh, I don't know, shooting harpoons at aliens with sonic weapons.





Well, nothing much happene-



Contact! And it was still light outside...
I dispatched the Triton immediately.







Right. Before I enter the footage of the battle, let's meet our squad.

This is Blomberg. He doesn't talk much, but he's cautious. Not a bad shot, either.



This is Master Manta. A bit skittish, but a damn good sniper. She's always checking around corners for "ambushes".



This here is Cesare. He volunteered to carry the stun rod, so that's a point in his favor. He professes to be from Mexico, when he does talk at all.



Bruce is a bit puffed-up about himself. Don't know why, because until now he was just another salvager.



This is Hawkwood. Poor guy is terrified that one day he's going to meet a Chryssalid. I keep telling him that they're all dead, but I don't know if he believes me.



This is Xantalos. Since the war started, he's been itching for action. He carries that big gun around, but I don't know how fast he can move with it.



Joe Bridger is...odd. He keeps rambling on about 'Nam, even though the war happened before he was born. When he figured out what we were fighting, he started swearing and didn't stop until he was forcibly restrained.



This is our resident medic, Dr. Doktorov. Right now, he doesn't have a medkit, so he is understandably miffed about that. He gets a bit grumpy whenever he has to deal with injuries.



This is our MaxClone. We were "isssued" him, along with 5 others just like him. From the files I had clearance for, he sounds dangerously unstable. He kept asking for a bigger gun, and I swear I saw a tear when I told him we didn't have any more.



Lord Ragnarok 1 is at base for this one, driving the Coelacanth by remote. He would rather be engaging in gentlemanly duels, I'm sure of it.

BEGIN BATTLESCAPE TACTICAL RECORDING



Ragnarok: Right then, everybody listen up. I'm taking the Coelacanth out first. Follow me in, and keep your eyes peeled. I don't think the aliens will be especially chuffed to see us, so watch each others backs out there.



Ragnarok: Nothing yet...wait. Contact! One of the blighters just over there!



Bridger: Why that no-good back-stabbin' cattle-mutilatin' ship-sinkin' sumbitch!
Blomberg: Cool it, Bridger. Save your insults for when you have a clear line of fire.



Ragnarok: Lining up a shot...got 'im!
MaxClone1: What, no explosion? Bring missiles next time!



Xantalos: Everybody out! Go go go!



Hawkwood: Fan out. I'm sure the rest of them are around here somewhere.



Master Manta: I'll take a team up here. Wait! I think I heard something...



MaxClone1: I see him! Eat steel death, alien scum!



Thomson: Nice shot, Max. I could've done better though...



Ragnarok: More? These aliens grow bothersome.



Bridger: That's what you get, slime-sucking alien bastards!



Doktorov: Oh, zis is unpleasant. Can anyvun get a clear shot?



Hawkwood: Lining up one now.



Hawkwood: Jesus!
MaxClone1: Ka-boom, baby!
Xantalos: I love the smell of dead aliens in the morning.
Blomberg. Xantalos, you're wearing a diving suit. You can't smell anything.
Xantalos: A man can dream, can't he?
Bridger: Well, back in 'Nam, I smelled-
Ragnarok: Focus, please! This is irritating my refined senses. Let us continue our mission.



Ragnarok: I believe I see the alien craft. I am approaching it now. Everyone else, fall in. Cesare and Max, you will breach the craft.
Cesare: Si.
MaxClone1: Awright!



Ragnarok: There is an alien behind the ship. Doktorov, can you deal with it?
Doktorov: If I must...



Doktorov: It didn't scream. Keep an eye on zat vun.
Blomberg: Roger.



Ragnarov: Cesare, Max, prepare to breach.
Blomberg: Hey, that guy got back up!



Blomberg: Stay dead next time!



Cesare: Hijo de puta!



Hawkwood: Well, that one's dead.



MaxClone1: Here we go!



MaxClone1: Yippie-ki-yay, motherfucker!

END BATTLESCAPE TACTICAL RECRDING

Well, that went well.



Promotions are in order, it seems.

That went rather well. Thoughts?

[ragnarok97071]

wait wait wait.

An X-com mission... and noone died horribly?

This seems... wrong, somehow.

[Flying Dice]

Name: Reggie Reginald II
Weapon of choice: Gas cannon (phosphor and HE belts), dye grenades
Personality: Cowardice in ordinary situations, flipping over to RIP'N'TEAR when things go balls-up crazy. So most of the time.

wait wait wait.

An X-com mission... and noone died horribly?

This seems... wrong, somehow.

Like all things it's possible.

_{Possibility is greatly increased if you're a perfectionist savescumming bastid. /hypocriticalhumor}

[WillowLuman]

(Trying to do more of a stoic, less gung-ho)

"We win. We might have lost. Tal es la guerra."

[ragnarok97071]

"Indeed, but by my memory, the engagements during the rather disagreeable situation previous included a multitude of deaths near-constantly... Which I suppose means that our victory is but more reason for exuberance."

Ragnarok organizes a formal celebration dinner of how well that last engagement went. All very Highbrow. Any who are unable to dress properly will be prepared for from his own resources.