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Otto Zander, Ryo, Andrew Jackson, Tasian, JonLikesPie, Dirdum, Wild M, Africanus, Angry Vegemite, Doc Martin, Tarquinn, Allen Wren, Lord Fancington Bovines, Valiant Valium, Dr. Lily Takakumi attending

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Tasian

Tarquinn

Wild M

Valiant Valium

Waffnuffly posted:

I never knew Chrysalids could kill tanks

Son Ryo posted:

*click*

"This is the log of X-Com Soldier Ryo. I find myself glad I've been using this recorder to record audio logs, as all of our computer equipment has just been irreversibly destroyed.

Well, it looks like my homeland was taken over by Chryssalids. A shame, but... there was nothing we could do.

...there's really nothing else I can say right now."

*click*

I'd post a better log, but... well, it's hard to mutter evilly about slaughtering your comrades when you're packed into an airplane.

Dexanth posted:

Diary of L. Takakumi, 5/15/99

Ooh, that was fun! I mean, I got really scared at first, but then Otto was like 'We need to go' and people were like 'But we have no guns!'

And then all of a sudden I felt really different and started yelling at them like I was some sort of super bitchy lesbian or something. I mean, I'm totally not, um, as pretty much everyone will be able to tell in another month or two, but yelling at them was still fun!

Then the reaction to my new little toy was even better. We started blasting those bugs left and right, lots of satisfying screeches as lasers and plasma melted them into nothing!

A few soldiers got infected, and that wasn't good - It got hairy a couple times, if the buggies had had a few more moments to attack that might have been it...I was getting close to getting panicky again because all that yelling adrenaline was going away.

But then I heard Ms. Cuddles crying, and that was that. Everything threatening her was dead moments later, and my sweet cuddly kitty was there to snuggle with - Well, other than the inch of super-protective armor, but that's just semantics.

Then we were leaving and there was that lovely tingly noise of the bell on her collar. When we were in the hangars one ran right at me, and I froze up and, uhm...well, I won't mention that part, it's personal, but anyways I think in the end the scent of the suit made it think I was just some equipment or something and it got something else instead.

I don't think I'll be getting out of my armor for a bit, so I'm really really REALLY glad right now this thing has rapid self-cleaning mechanisms.

And a little extra space in the tummy area.

I should suggest we head for my grandparents, at least for now...they live in the middle of nowhere, so odds are the area is fairly safe, at least for now - It should maybe give us time to get an evac out. Plus...they're my only family left. I owe them that much, at least. And I'd love to see the look on their faces when I come clanking down and melt that stupid stupid bonsai plant that they both were always spending time fawning over rather than cooking me dinner. When that thing dies, my childhood will be avenged!

And I must be really really giddy right now because I sound like a total airhead. I am glad the keypad in this thing works on cognitive impulse rather than, well, actual typing. That little trick took forever to figure out.

End Entry

E. Revenant posted:

 Dirdums log 6 Mood: sad NO READING DIRDUM BE MORE SAD

I lost another home today. The crabby roach men came back. 4 more of my  good buddies died  and the smart lady became a robot. the red bug spray didn't work but green fire gun did. I found crabman hurt and sleeping if i help him and give him back to aliens maybe they not attack and ruin my homes. I felt I should name him  Thomas  after Clarence Thomas Supreme Court Justice from October 23 1991 to present.

we on the  magic flying school bus now and i almost out of red crayon and room on the seat to write. sorry log others are looking I must write over you to keep secret. 

Allen Wren posted:

From the constantly-moving desk of Pvt. A. Wren, Grand Poobah Of Bullshit Island.

I'm still shaking, but, god damn, that's some adrenaline. We're airborne, over Japan---ah, fuckit. I'm not gonna Tarantino this shit. Let's talk about this thing in the proper order of what went down.

I landed at Kiryu ("Kill you?" It almost did.) just recently, my transfer was apparently held up for some reason or other, and I got shipped over from Early Light with a regular cargo run. Which explains Lily's surprise at seeing me. Which doesn't explain my surprise at seeing her. She seemed...geniunely pleased, blowing my "this is sexual harassment and I don't have to take it" theory of why I was transferred in the first place right out of the water. Nevertheless, unnerved and jetlagged as I was, I kept to my in-flight insight: Head down, doing things proper. Y'know, mop up, pet the cat when it's around (cats like me for some reason), be respectful, and...honestly, I avoided Lily as best possible.

And then, today happened. A new kind of alien came busting into the base, and from what I hear, they're all over southern Japan. It's vile and horrific, it gets INSIDE YOU, and you kinda melt, and there's just an alien left. There were some just outside my new office when I heard the commotion and shots fired. And Lily called out for me to save her. ...and my big mouth just flies open, I'm thinking that it's just another daily mess. I had no idea that the shit, as they say, had just gotten real. What do I know, I'm just the janitor. Then, while I'm totally pussing out, she comes back from her office in a suit of armor while we're making our way out of the base with...shit, who-all's here? I only know a few of these dudes' callsigns. That's Africanus, Val got splattered, Action Jackson's here, Zander's down at the front, Veggie's talking into a tape recorder...I'll try to see who's here once we've landed.

Anyway, Doc got stone-cold killer in her suit of armor, and...I have no idea what's on her mind right now. She's still sealed up and that armor kinda creeps me, I dunno if I could talk to her, she might just blow a hole in my abdomen. Better let things calm down. I wanna apologize, still feel like a giant d-bag. She looked to ME for help, and I dropped the ball. Probably why I only got this dink-ass pistol. (insert "mood - sad, music - emo" here, I know. shut up.) I'd better keep said pistol on me, though. I really don't ever want to see those things again without it between myself and the creature. More later, if luck allows.

Rutherford B. Hayes posted:

I believe myself to be dead. It was a queer thing, passing from life. I was sitting at my desk in the oval office, when there came a blinding light before me! A portal. A glowing opening appearing from thin air in the middle of the room.

From the portal there appeared two demons. Short, gray, eyes like that of an insect. I was struck with terror. Obviously they had come to retrieve my immortal soul. One of the devils raised a weapon, I had only time to exclaim, "Lincoln's ghost!" before the creature fired.

When I awoke, I was laying on a platform. I was in a world of cold metal. "Surely this cannot be His kingdom." I thought to myself. There appeared before me more demons, these purple in color. They floated with evil witchcraft, Horns protruding from their vile faces. They held in their hands instruments of torture... I occurred to me that I must be in Hell!

As the servants of Lucifer prepared to begin my eternal punishment a doorway opened itself at the far side of the room. At it there stood a young Negro. He raised his weapon and fired upon the devils! More men, and even a woman, arrived, and the two parties engaged in a pitched battle with me laying right in the middle! Finally, the firefight stopped. One of the men stood over me... it was none other than President Andrew Jackson! I knew him to have died in '45! The others were unfamiliar. They inquired my name. I replied, "Rutherford Birchard Hayes, President of the United States of America."

One rolled his eyes, another - the Negro, said, "Not another one." He instructed one of the men to escort me back to the 'Skyranger'. The world outside the demon's room was not altogether different from the world I had left behind. It was dark out, but clearly I could see buildings and farmland. Confused, I asked the man what kind of hell was this. He replied, "Ethiopia." I didn't know what to make of it.

Eventually the other men returned, and the 'Skyranger' lifted from the ground! They took me to an underground hideout far away, on an island. I had been placed in a room, and over the next few weeks was regularly visited by physicians, they seemed to think there was something wrong with my mind! Obviously these poor souls do not realize they are dead.

Just a few minutes ago the soldiers came back, they looked panicked. Apparently the demons had located their hideaway, and were attacking. They rushed me back to their flying vessel and entered the air.

They look panicked still. There was much commotion and shouting at first, but now everyone has grown quite. Some are sobbing, others look so shaken they don't even blink. I don't know where we're going...

Old Man Fancington posted:

Excerpt From the Skyranger-2 Cockpit Flight Recorder


By St. George, this is just too much! Not more than a moment ago, I was enjoying a High Tea, when I overhead a commotion from outside my hatch. From what I gathered, Sir Spandy, a man of lesser social standing then myself, had gone native! I refer not to the pleasant Nipponese people who had lived around our base, but the infernal grey insects who have overrun the streets.

However, credit should be given where credit is due. Those Americans never fail to surprise and impress - they have detached not one, but TWO of their dead presidents to support our ground units. The boys in the passenger compartment are apparently feeding him some balderdash that he's in Ethopia of all places to scare him.

Colonel Zander, you better chose a spot fast, because we have minutes of fuel left until gravity will MAKE us land. If I find that buffoon who brought this crate back to base well past Bingo fuel and left it sitting around empty, I will have his hide.

Stiff upper lip, Fancington, old boy! We'll get through this yet and back in and Interceptor where we belong.

Concordat posted:

I love how in the few minutes that they're on the Skyranger all the soldiers whip out their notebooks/tape recorders/quill pens and ink/neural logs and write down detailed thoughts about what just happened.