We're dealing with another small infestation. No idea why the game keeps throwing zambonis at us like this. Ugh, we'll do it for Brazil.
Come the fuck on! Mr. Yew was not an important agent, but getting flanked by a zamboni? Ridiculous.
An EGGSALT infiltrator informed us that governments are being infiltrated by aliens in disguise. We already knew that. NEXT!
EGGSALT bases will now appear instead of safehouses. Like all bases they are hard to take down even with superior technology due to the overwhelming numbers of mid-tier lackeys. Hopefuly when we get the Osprey we'll be able to get their officer soon enough. And we can also unlock M16 now, for what that's worth.
Villa has arrived to the Guy Fieri HQ to replace fallen Target. She'll get the medical drone chassis immediately, because I don't really like scout drones that much.
What? I didn't know things like that were possible. David Vincent is the freelance investigator hiding from feds; we have a dossier on him.
Here's the hideout. Can't say it's unassuming, but the position is good for defending.
The agents and the fugitive are currently in the hideout's secret lab.
All would be great if we weren't surrounded by MiB in combat armor and with laser and gauss weapons.
At least we know elephant rifles are effective. I really want to finish this mission.
I may need to savescum. Those bastard just casually blew up the hideout, while our dynamite doesn't seem to work on them. Reload.
Okay, I savescummed one more time. The house was still blown up like it's no one's business, but we did the same to them, so it's okay. Everybody was gravely wounded at the end, and I didn't even bother healing anyone. We've got mass driver guns, laser rifles, plasma grenades, ultra secret files, MiB enforcer and scientist corpses, somehow two David Vincents. Now idea how he survived, if at all. Mr Harmonica was killed on his first mission.
The game is about to change once again. I immediately ordered building that in the Guy Fieri HQ.
Ultra secret files revealed that MiBs use the same naming scheme as we do, they just never bothered changing Agent Trauma's name to Ms. Trauma. I don't want to have to arrest her after what I've experience dealing with enforcers.
Good ol' Chicago Typewriter. A heavy SMG with pretty good stats. Unlike MAC-10 it doesn't sacrifice accuracy for extra power and shootiness, but is unfortunately very much obsolete at this point.
He better not get himself killed after the mess that was the last mission. I wonder if it was at least worth the trouble...
Maybe? This is probably just a flavor thing, but it's pretty neat.
Wow, this Vincent guy knew a lot. I don't believe it's a good thing that UFOs mutate, presumably uncontrollably. Imagine an alien pilot thinking he's getting into a familiar fighter and the consoles are all different, and the engine is directly under his seat.
We've identified zrbite that we stole from Osirion. It's underwater elerium. We can actually disassemble the tank and recover zrbite if we want.
The game evidently wants to get on our good side by pelting us with finished research projects. This woman hangs out with ninjas, and just like them she loves to make people's lives miserable. Unlike ninjas she has fabulous secret powers.
One last EGGSALT safehouse raid befor the council salvagers get their shit together. It was a relaxing mission and no one got killed. Except for EGGSALT operatives.
Abominations are also vulnerable to gunfire. They turn people they kill into more abomination, which is probably covered in live abomination observation entry. Let's research zrbite we recovered from the tank.
Oh, I'm sure glad we'll never have to deal with someone trying to control, and even arm zambonis! THAT SURE WOULD SUCK! ESPECIALLY IF IT WAS SOMEONE WORKING WITH US!
Monaters! Just a bunch of rats running around. You'd think that in this day and age people would know how to deal with overgrown rodents: shoot them, chase them away, learn to live with them like New Yorkers do, anything but call secret global paramilitary organization.
Speaking of overgrown vermin, the eggheads finished chopping up the spider queen. Why do spiders in video games always have queens anyway? Are ants, termites and bees not scary enough to fill this niche? Bees can be terrifying, and I say it having seen Bee Movie.
Secret files time! Another freelance investigator, which makes me rather worried. I don't want to have another tussle with MiBs because of some asshole who couldn't mind his own business. But hey, he lives on coffee, anxiety and chocolate, just like me! Except I run on Bepis instead of coffee.
Slow month, huh? Zamboni infectors steal Monster from other zambonis, but also like to share their alien tapeworms with regular, Monsterless people. We also unlocked researching an unsettling report about zambonis, so let's do that.
Monaters!
Scavengers Chupacabras attacking japan in unreasonably large numbers. They are deadly, but do you know what else is deadly?
Guns. Good thing those bastards are squishy enough to be killed with one shot. We've got 14 of them and no casualties. Good job, dinernauts.
Zamboni infestations areapparently self-contained, and if we miss a few there will be no apocalypse. On the other hand, someone seems to purposely create more and more outbreaks. With this knowledge we can just leave smaller infestation to the governments and the council salvagers.
Hmmm... HMMMMM...
HMMMMMMMMMM... Just after we researched zamboni reproduction.
BIG HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...
The civies want to stand up to secret organizations, but unfortunately we're also a secret organization. It's in Chelyabinsk. Curious that in 15 years a meteor will explode over that particular city where people are trying to rise up right now.
A city map with a large office building. That won't be fun. There's someone with a gun in the house up there, and Ms. Velvet almost got shot. Maybe splitting up wasn't very smart.
Ms. Velvet got one, Mr. Inglenook got one, Mr. Wowser may get got, and Mr. Mastication is probably safe. I knew this would be a bad one.
Mr. Mastication decided to bust through the main door. He zapped his crowbar-wirlding would-be assailant and proceeded.
Mr. Wowser had to withdraw after getting shot twice. Once Mr. Inglenook patches him up, he should be good to get back there and fight like a man and a half I'd like him to be.
Ms. Velvet should be careful; I don't know if the door was opened by the person she stunned or if there's someone else in there.
I made a good call. This guy tried to melee, But Ms. Velvet is a way better fighter. She hit him twice with her flashlight and got him on the ground.
Mr. Inglenook pacified the man who shot Mr. Wowser, then started healing his colleague. He couldn't finish this turn. There's always the next turn.
Another dangerous situation. That woman is dual-wielding a pocket pistol and a Desert Eagle. I think it's obvious which gun I want her to use against our agents. Mr. Mastication may want to wait for reinforcements. For now I had him unload his tazer and put in a full clip. These things are not exactly reliable.
Screw reinforcements, Mr. Mastication is going in! Uhh... a wooden club? This is a wrong woman! The club is appreciated though.
I think Ms. Velvet managed to clear out this house all by herself. This guy hit her with a baseball bat, but he wasn't so tough after getting tazed. The bat has been confiscated.
Mr. Mastication managed to whack that bitch-boy on the stairs, but there's the Deagle woman and her boss upstairs. Mr. Inglenook is on his way, so there's a chance for a fair fight.
A guy woke up and attacked Ms. Velvet. She put him back to sleep, but a little bit too hard. He's overstunned and will die in a turn or two. It was his choice to attempt assaulting an armed agent. I wish the council would believe that.
Mr. Mastication is hiding behind an auto-door, so he should be reasonably safe. Mr. Inglenook has arrived, but he's exhausted after walking here from the opposite corner of the map. Deagle Woman and Suit seem to be minding their own business, but as soon as they get a sight on any of the agents, things can get ugly. Suit has something that looks like scoped FN P90, that one sci-fi looking gun.
Suit was trying to bail, but Mr. Inglenook was ready. Mr. Mastication should probably stim this guy, unless it turns out he's just another civilian.
Okay, I identified the gun correctly. Three stims weren't enough to bring him out of overstunning, but he's probably not important.
Two more stunned women, one with crowbar, one with a pistol. Neither of them was Deagle Woman.
Mr. Wowser shot an unarmed civilian with his SMG. Good jerb, agent, now go there with your medikit and bandage her up.
Deagle Woman wounded Mr. Inglenook pretty badly. Here goes Mr. Mastication and the wooden club he confiscated earlier.
One civilian died from overstunning. We got all those people we captured whom we probably can't even interrogate, a whole bunch of secret files, and two new guns. Decent haul.
Now it's time for a cattle mutilation report. In Spain of all places. There's a joke to be made here.
Dart guns made this arrest easy. Now let's see where the other farmer is hiding.
He was in some shed, waiting for a dart to get plunged into his neck.
Monaters! Radcorpions in Mojave again. Couldn't people just accept that there's a new species of super-predator running around? Not like there's anything of any worth in that desert for people to sniff around.
Caught one scorpion alive by punching it until it blacked out. As long as it works.
Hah! The science lab is completed, and now we can research more unusual items such as alien weaponry! If we research an alien gun, we'll be able to use it in combat.
A green klansman revealed one of his colleagues' identity. This man certainly does have the Innsmouth look to him. His job is to send supplies to fish amish villages so they don't have to be tempted by the outside world. I'd call him a good man if he wasn't giving them dynamite and incendiary grenades.
A monster terror mission in Vancouver! It's bats! We haven't seen those yet, so I'm kinda excited to get new specimens to study.
This building was completely infested by bats. Mr. Grain got severely bitten, but who cares about some Mr. Grain. We healed him anyway.
We did it, we saved Vancouver! Captured a live shadowbat and transfered it to Guy Fieri HQ for study along with all the alien artifacts and exotic weapons that require science lab to study.
A gopnik pioneer told us about a scientist who makes super-krokodil for them. She was apparently active in the 80s, which means she might have helped the American government invent cocaine and meth. Don't listen to verified sources that say otherwise, they don't have access to the same material as I do.
She's not a good negotiator, it's gotta be said. I like her way of solving difficult problems, though; if you think about it, this is prety much what we do. Our enemies are hard to parley with, so we just kill their goons.
UFO landing in Namibia. That would be a good way to end the month, if we manage to get there on time, that is.
Too slow. The Ayy Lmaos aren't gonna just wait for us to arrive. They should, just saying.
AAAAAAAH! The Osprey is even slower than the Dragonfly, but it can hold twice as many agents. It's actually bigger than the Skyranger, just S L O W.
Industrial shenanigans in Dubai. We've immediately stumbled upon a jumper ready to end it all for some reason. We tried to dissuade him from jumping by shooting him with a stapler, but just in case he jumps, we've set up an ambush.
Now that wasn't very cash money of him. Mr. Mastication got badly beaten up too, so we had to heal him, and now we need some stimming.
We're all patched up and full of drugs, ready for action!
Their boss is here, sand she has a gun. I wouldn't be mad if she just handed it over, but life doesn't work that way.
I liked Mr. Mastication! Damn pioneers and their guns! I'm gonna take her gun and ram it down the black market and get $200 for it.
She's hiding in there. I swear if anyone else gets killed...
Oh, so this is how it is? We have to rest up for a turn or two, then we can get arresting/killing.
Ah, a beknifed gentleman. Hopefuly the last one. We stapled him until he passed out. RIPped pants, Mr. Mastication, you were okay.
The whole world increased the funding. At least they understand how much they need us. How about we spend this money immediately on scientists and a plane?
Well, after this. Assyrians knew how to merge a person and their fursuit, creating the furries that terrorize the world today. And we learned it from Team Magma. Big fat HMMMMMMM...
Never change, Team Magma, keep up the good work with the timing. I still prefer Team Aqua over you, but I don't remember Archie offering me his cannon. Heh heh, his "cannon".
Puting all EGGSALTS into one basket, then immediately cracking them with copious amounts of bullets. I'm not good with this metaphor stuff, alright?
Remember when we were struggling with outposts?
Now EGGSALT can't even hurt us while we demolish their bases with them inside. Each outpost is a decent payout with no risk if explosives aren't involved.
Monaters! On the way back home, the agents stopped at a house that was at that moment being robbed by a yeti. I hate when it happens to me.
Then we had another monster mission in South America, this time a very minor zamboni infestation.
Now the aliens can begin their invasion. If we can arrest a supergopnik, a ninja or a yeti, we can arrest a grey or a reptillian.
Hohohohohoho! A plane twice as big means the Guy Fieri HQ staff needs expansion too.
Mr. Zultan, a real warrior skilled in all three ways of fighting - shooting, stabbing and throwing dynamite around. He's a pusspus, and not even an exceptionally strong one though.
Mr. Hatkat is like a well-rounded version of Mr. Zultan, which is even better in a long run. If there will be a long run for him...
Oh, Ms. Breeze. She can't run, she can't gun, but she can deck someone on the head with a pipe.
All new Guy Fieri HQ agents. I love Mr. Off-ramp's name, and he's a valuable one, a great sniper.
Harriott HQ got a Mr. Post.
Good ol' Deagle, only a little inferior to our trusty BlackOps magnum. Pretty sure it can break weaker walls, but then again, so can the magnum.
RPG, a light heavy weapon for busting walls, busting tanks, busting nu... numerous members of dangerous secret societies. The standard rocket has a large blast radius, and is still stronger than any grenade we have. The anti-tank rocket is more powerful, but its blast radius is one tile, and on this one tile the damage is severely reduced. The anti-tank is for bringing down armored targets, like tanks.
Secret files, never fail to bore me to death. There's absolutely nothing interesting to be said about this woman.
Top secret files. This guy even looks historical. He's Mr. History himself, we got him guys! Well, not really. Mr. History is responsible for all the money we get from raiding Osirion-owned ships and warehouses. He also repeats himself a lot.
Durathread stolen from Red Dawn. Tracksuits made of this thing can resist broken glass, lit cigarettes, and gunfire. We can try to find out an Adidas factory and just steal some for ourselves.
Here it is, the best plane you've ever seen. Drive-in & Dive is currently on its way to Faroe Islands to deal with rampaging monsters. Please, no city map!
Oh no, it's shamblers, whatever can our eight agents do?
Oh, wait. There are sixteen agents now, each worth half a regular agent because they're mostly rookies. We can deal with some abominables through sheer numbers. The downside of this plane? It has no side doors, so we can't make use of all agents in the first turn.
So many dead sloth-things. At least they, being four square creatures, can't fit through doors, which will spare us some searching later.
GG EZ.
The more agents we have, the better it feels to look at this screen.
Remember mongorns, the great fans of breaking and entering? Apparently they're gorilla men who burn quite well. I still prefer a good shell of buckshot from a BlackOps CAWS.
Easy money! But that's for the next time, stay hydrated.