03-16-2004, 03:53 PM
Alas poor Ron, we hardly knew ye.
So I was really bored and started playing this game again. I never have finished a full game and it looks like I'm going to lose the one I'm on now.
Anyone who's ever played any X-Com can probably relate. Or maybe not, because I think it's more possible to lose a game of Aftermath than a game of UFO Defense or Apocolypse.
Alas, the aliens are whooping my ass now. I've lost so many bases (and troops) that my engineering department can no longer keep up with the demands. Gone is the elite armor and most of the better weapons, I'm getting down to ghettosville and having to bust out the guerilla tactics, like heavy use of smoke grenades and shotguns.
Luckily my first big win in a while was handed to me by Ron, scourge of alien scum along with the help of Wolfgang, who was wearing the last elite suit of armor I had left.
So my team is defending my base that's come under attack by those damn greys. I've assembled the troops in a room filled with lots of boxes that's a good spot to use my ghetto shotguns -- gotta get into close range combat, I can't outsnipe these bastard aliens anymore.
I have one guy tossing smoke grenades from one side, the rest of the team is bushwhacking the aliens as they stumble out of the smoke on the other side and Ron is crouched behind a box with his RPG launcher, looking for a clear shot.
Smoke-boy runs out of smoke and grabs his shotgun and wades into the smoke. I figure the smoke will clear, there'll be an alien or two left and I'll pop em with shotgun blasts to the head.
Smoke starts to clear and the shotgun guy finds himself standing in the middle of about 5 aliens. Gets one shot off and gets shot all to hell. Of the 4 teammates that were bushwhacking the aliens from the other side, only 1 is still standing: Wolfgang and his superarmor. Of the other 3, 1 is dead, 2 are incapacitated and there's a whole gaggle of aliens standing.
Could'a gone bad right there, incapacitated agents usually get finished off in short order but Ron is a terror with an RPG. As soon as my wayward shotgun guy got killed, Ron let loose while Wolfgang sprinted to the far end of the room to try and provide a distraction. Poor alien bastards didn't know what hit em. Musta killed 6 aliens right there with two or three RPG blasts, Wolfgang finished the last one off with his assault rifle and was able to medkit the incapacitated agents to save them. First glorius victory after a long chain of humiliating defeats.
Unfortunately, during another base defense mission a little later, Ron, Wolfgang and the rest of the team met their untimely end. This time Ron was equipped with a super rocket launcher made with alien technology and wearing a suit of his own super armor and died firing hot flaming death into the flanks of the alien bastards. Wolfgang himself almost died early on but got picked up, carried out, patched up, handed a shotgun and sent back into the fight by a teammate during the battle. Unfortunately there were just too many aliens for my ghetto weaposn to finish off and all hands were lost.
Ahhh, good old X-Com.
Tonight I think I'll see how many RPG-troopers I can round up and try to stage some kind of comeback before they sweep me completely off the planet. They've already taken almost all of South America, stopped my progress in Europe and are now pushing on me in Asia and North America from both sides, having taken me out of the north pole.
I've got a slim chance if I can make a new push in North America!
Too bad there's no multiplayer. This game could be like the ultimate match of Risk.
So I was really bored and started playing this game again. I never have finished a full game and it looks like I'm going to lose the one I'm on now.
Anyone who's ever played any X-Com can probably relate. Or maybe not, because I think it's more possible to lose a game of Aftermath than a game of UFO Defense or Apocolypse.
Alas, the aliens are whooping my ass now. I've lost so many bases (and troops) that my engineering department can no longer keep up with the demands. Gone is the elite armor and most of the better weapons, I'm getting down to ghettosville and having to bust out the guerilla tactics, like heavy use of smoke grenades and shotguns.
Luckily my first big win in a while was handed to me by Ron, scourge of alien scum along with the help of Wolfgang, who was wearing the last elite suit of armor I had left.
So my team is defending my base that's come under attack by those damn greys. I've assembled the troops in a room filled with lots of boxes that's a good spot to use my ghetto shotguns -- gotta get into close range combat, I can't outsnipe these bastard aliens anymore.
I have one guy tossing smoke grenades from one side, the rest of the team is bushwhacking the aliens as they stumble out of the smoke on the other side and Ron is crouched behind a box with his RPG launcher, looking for a clear shot.
Smoke-boy runs out of smoke and grabs his shotgun and wades into the smoke. I figure the smoke will clear, there'll be an alien or two left and I'll pop em with shotgun blasts to the head.
Smoke starts to clear and the shotgun guy finds himself standing in the middle of about 5 aliens. Gets one shot off and gets shot all to hell. Of the 4 teammates that were bushwhacking the aliens from the other side, only 1 is still standing: Wolfgang and his superarmor. Of the other 3, 1 is dead, 2 are incapacitated and there's a whole gaggle of aliens standing.
Could'a gone bad right there, incapacitated agents usually get finished off in short order but Ron is a terror with an RPG. As soon as my wayward shotgun guy got killed, Ron let loose while Wolfgang sprinted to the far end of the room to try and provide a distraction. Poor alien bastards didn't know what hit em. Musta killed 6 aliens right there with two or three RPG blasts, Wolfgang finished the last one off with his assault rifle and was able to medkit the incapacitated agents to save them. First glorius victory after a long chain of humiliating defeats.
Unfortunately, during another base defense mission a little later, Ron, Wolfgang and the rest of the team met their untimely end. This time Ron was equipped with a super rocket launcher made with alien technology and wearing a suit of his own super armor and died firing hot flaming death into the flanks of the alien bastards. Wolfgang himself almost died early on but got picked up, carried out, patched up, handed a shotgun and sent back into the fight by a teammate during the battle. Unfortunately there were just too many aliens for my ghetto weaposn to finish off and all hands were lost.
Ahhh, good old X-Com.
Tonight I think I'll see how many RPG-troopers I can round up and try to stage some kind of comeback before they sweep me completely off the planet. They've already taken almost all of South America, stopped my progress in Europe and are now pushing on me in Asia and North America from both sides, having taken me out of the north pole.
I've got a slim chance if I can make a new push in North America!
Too bad there's no multiplayer. This game could be like the ultimate match of Risk.