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UFO 37 - Egypt

Waddle Dee operating the tank

Some Internet Guy, Raptus, Cooked Auto, Kitfox88, Thaumocrat, Bob Smith, Soylent Cola, iLurk, Willcrouch and Forest Fuckery attending

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UFO 38 - Ethiopia

Bovines operating the tank

Otto Zander, Ryo, Andrew Jackson, Tasian, Sam Meatshield, Ze Pollack, JonLikesPie, Dirdum, Wild M, and Master Ninja attending

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Casualties from Early Light:

Kitfox88

Thaumocrat

Bob Smith

Soylent Cola

iLurk

Forest Fuckery

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Casualties from Kiryu-Kai: Sam Meatshield

Dexanth posted:

Diary of L. Takakumi, April 25th

I can't believe I'm actually back here. Otto thought I'd enjoy going 'home', so I suppose he didn't realize I consider myself American, what with living there up until college, at any rate. Though that was like, what, age 12? No, the worst part was when I was done. My parents were killed in an explosion - Daddy just didn't have my chemistry talent, and his meth lab blew - And that meant my grandparents got custody of me.

So they pull me out of school and drag me to Japan, and then inform me that I should be with people my own age.

So suddenly I'm dropped from the cutting edge of theoretical physics into pre-calculus, home economics, and gym class. I'm surrounded by mindless drones with a tenth of my brain power, who by the way see me as a freak because I don't act like them.

That was what hurt - I had to spend two years walking around feeling extremely awkward, because I didn't act like 'a proper Japanese'. It also didn't help that my accent sounded foreign, and I wasn't all that fluent so I couldn't understand what was said to me half the time for the first year.

Other girls were the worst, and there were times when they...ooh, I'm not remembering that. It hurt.

I swore I'd never come back here when I turned eighteen and high-tailed it back to Britain. The only reason I even speak to them is that, the night I left...they gave me Ms. Cuddles as a going away present. She was so cute as a kitten, and I almost forgave them for everything because of how lovely my new kitty was. A couple years later, when I graduated, they apologized - Which is amazing to me. But...they are the only family I have left, and much as I hate letting myself be coddled, well...

When I was recruited into R&D here, I wasn't able to tell them anything going on. Now that I'm back 'home' as it were, I'm finding the thing I want most right now is Obaasan's curry, and...well, silly as it is, to just let myself spend a night being pampered. It took a while to realize it, but...home there really was the only part of my childhood after age two that I was treated like a child, instead of some freak prodigy, or synthing drugs for my father to sell.

Reading back over this, it's a good deal more modest than I normally act, but then I don't really have any guard to keep up here.

Also, I wonder if Private Wren was brought along, I haven't seen him since I was shipped over, and I do miss our banter...and my other problem, well...I find myself growing more content with it as each day passes. And...we need to win this. I'm not letting my baby live in a world that's threatened by that extraterrestrial filth.

We have the weaponry now. We have the armor, and soon the soldiers will be trained in psionic warfare.

There's one thing missing - We need to know where these bastards are coming from, and then we need to get there and destroy them so utterly as to never threaten the Earth again.

I've started spending considerable time studying the UFOs. Starting tomorrow, my entire staff will be directed towards figuring out exactly how they work, and how we can use their own technology against them. Our current air force is insufficient - It's time to show the xeno scum what happens when they give us the seeds of their own destruction.

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Hentaikid posted:

>>>Alien Containment supervisor to base commander:

Once again I request Private Bob "hentaikid" Roberts be restrained from visiting the alien containment facilities, his claims of "wanting to aid interplanetary relations" and "I just want to show them some animes" notwithstanding, after each and every one of his visits all the subjects are extemely disturbed and their behaviour patterns are altered radically, thus making my job far more difficult than it would otherwise be. I'm getting tired of having to coax floaters off the ceiling with a broom.

He also creeps me and my staff out, to be honest.<<<<<<<

Allen Wren posted:

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From the very-turbulent desk of A. Wren, 50,000 feet in the air, live and direct from a X-COM transport plane. Still czar of the bullshit empire.

So, get this. Orders come down, apparently, I'm off to Japan. To be honest, I can't really complain or celebrate. The amount of time I spent above-ground at Early Light was neglivwvvvww
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Stupid turbulence, making my pad bounce up and down. NEGLIGIBLE. I imagine a basement underneath Japan is somewhat similar to a basement underneath Italy.

I wonder why I'm getting shipped out, though. I mean, hell, I did my job. I did it well. Was it a problem with Lily? Did she get me booted? I know I'm usually somewhat-less-than-100%-professional, but I doubt I insulted her badly enough that I'd be put out to pasture. Was it just to get the pranks to calm down? Hell if I know.

I really should look on the bright side, though. Sure, the custodial arts are a really lousy way to make a living. I crawl into "my" bunk still damp from hauling mop buckets. I shower as much as I can, more than these grunts probably get to---hooray for temp agency contracts. No way in hell is a woman going to look at me as a hero. "What did you do in the secret alien war?" "I mopped up alien innavwvwvwvw

Bah, fuck it. Like I said, bright side. I may be a janitor, but I am now officially the coolest janitor ever. I'm on a super-secret base to stop fucking aliens from ruining our shit. I'm flying from one super-secret base to another...to Japan. The sun is shining outside the window, and there's clouds and ocean down there. I'm alive (for now) and breathing (for now.) I think I'll catch a bit of shut-eye, close out this chapter of my chronicle of this utter bullshit war.