Elfen High 2 (OOC 8, Closed, Will it Hurt?)

[Nightkill the Emperor]

http://m.theatlanticcities.com/arts-and-lifestyle/2013/11/it-would-actually-be-big-deal-if-brussels-made-english-official-language/7521/

Cool stuff.

Ah Brussels.

Flanders and Wallonia is a siamese twin that doesn't get along, and Brussels is their shared liver.

The obvious solution is to give Flanders to the Dutch, Wallonia to the French, and Brussels to me.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Agri, what countries can your XCOM agents be from?

[Agritum]

Agri, what countries can your XCOM agents be from?

Argentina
Australia
Belgium
Brazil
Canada
China
Egipt
France
Germany
Greece
India
Ireland
Israel
Italy
Japan
Mexico
Poland
Netherlands
Nigeria
Norway
Russia
Saudi Arabia
Scotland
South Africa
South Korea
Spain
Sweden
United Kingdom
Ukraine
USA

And yes, Scotland is separate from the UK.

The game takes place in 2015, afterall.

[Nude East Ireland]

Do I need to post anywhere?

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Do I need to post anywhere?

Yes.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Agri, what countries can your XCOM agents be from?

Argentina
Australia
Belgium
Brazil
Canada
China
Egipt
France
Germany
Greece
India
Ireland
Israel
Italy
Japan
Mexico
Poland
Netherlands
Nigeria
Norway
Russia
Saudi Arabia
Scotland
South Africa
South Korea
Spain
Sweden
United Kingdom
Ukraine
USA

And yes, Scotland is separate from the UK.

The game takes place in 2015, afterall.

And you can have a team of 7? Where are yours from?

[Agritum]

Argentina
Australia
Belgium
Brazil
Canada
China
Egipt
France
Germany
Greece
India
Ireland
Israel
Italy
Japan
Mexico
Poland
Netherlands
Nigeria
Norway
Russia
Saudi Arabia
Scotland
South Africa
South Korea
Spain
Sweden
United Kingdom
Ukraine
USA

And yes, Scotland is separate from the UK.

The game takes place in 2015, afterall.

And you can have a team of 7? Where are yours from?

The maximum team limit for a mission is six (seven for Covert missions). You can have about 70 soldiers in your base.

My squad....well, Krishna is Indian. Then there's an American female blonde sniper chick, an Irish cyborg, a Brazilian medic gal, a Swedish guy and a Mexican super-soldier. That's the main team, IIRC.

[Nude East Ireland]

Do I need to post anywhere?

Yes.

Alrighty then.

[Agritum]

...looking back at what I wrote, "Irish Cyborg" sounds something out of a 50s Sci-Fi B-movie.

[Agritum]

You know, the thing I love about XCOM is how the dev team apparently thought of everything.

For example, Alien abductions have been happening in Japan, but the country's panic level is still quite low/skeptic of aliens. A news report popped up in the situation room's screen, which said something amongst the lines of: "Alleged attempted alien abductions in downtown Tokyo have been blamed on over-enthusiastic anime cosplayers."

Here's the India related ones.

Apparently, when the invasion starts getting nightmarish, India continues to fight back and it's kinda implied that it teams up with Pakistan to stop the aliens.

[Nude East Ireland]

I finished Knights of the Old Republic.

The entire galaxy wept as Rex Stormfucker retook his mantle as Dark Lord and led his fleets to conquer the crippled Republic.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Yes.

Alrighty then.

Check the latest posts with Calhoun.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

And you can have a team of 7? Where are yours from?

The maximum team limit for a mission is six (seven for Covert missions). You can have about 70 soldiers in your base.

My squad....well, Krishna is Indian. Then there's an American female blonde sniper chick, an Irish cyborg, a Brazilian medic gal, a Swedish guy and a Mexican super-soldier. That's the main team, IIRC.

Needs more Russian.

[Agritum]

The maximum team limit for a mission is six (seven for Covert missions). You can have about 70 soldiers in your base.

My squad....well, Krishna is Indian. Then there's an American female blonde sniper chick, an Irish cyborg, a Brazilian medic gal, a Swedish guy and a Mexican super-soldier. That's the main team, IIRC.

Needs more Russian.

Let me check if I still have Russians.

Also,

"Residents in Johannesburg seen carrying weapons and other materials during everyday activities as fear of alien attacks grows unchecked "

This is supposed to be the news ticker for South Africa at the highest level of panic.

Obviously the developers didn't do the research on that.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Needs more Russian.

Let me check if I still have Russians.

Also,

"Residents in Johannesburg seen carrying weapons and other materials during everyday activities as fear of alien attacks grows unchecked "

This is supposed to be the news ticker for South Africa at the highest level of panic.

Obviously the developers didn't do the research on that.

That's everyday South Africa.

Don't know why they're worried, the Prawns are their bitches.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Agri, post in the South Africa rp.

[Agritum]

Let me check if I still have Russians.

Also,

"Residents in Johannesburg seen carrying weapons and other materials during everyday activities as fear of alien attacks grows unchecked "

This is supposed to be the news ticker for South Africa at the highest level of panic.

Obviously the developers didn't do the research on that.

That's everyday South Africa.

Don't know why they're worried, the Prawns are their bitches.

http://xcom.wikia.com/wiki/Chryssalid

They may seem dorky from the description, but believe me, those guys are nightmarish. A special mission in Enemy Within is entirely based around executing reconnaissance around a Canadian fishing village infected with them and their zombies. At one point, you discover that a motherfucking sperm whale got infected by Chryssalids and is birthing tons and tons of them.

I lost five of six men on that mission, and the lone survivor was in hospital for months.

[Agritum]

Agri, post in the South Africa rp.

Will do it when I can.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Greg Giraldo and Louis CK are both native speakers of Spanish who look extremely white.

They must have had wacky adventures in the past.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Within our interests.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Within our interests.

The new Bear King has been chosen.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Within our interests.

The new Bear King has been chosen.

I was most intrigued by the fact Russia has a bear problem.

Which I find somewhat hilarious.

[Nationstatelandsville]

The new Bear King has been chosen.

I was most intrigued by the fact Russia has a bear problem.

Which I find somewhat hilarious.

And, really, quite obvious.

As long as there bears on this world, everyone has a bear problem.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I was most intrigued by the fact Russia has a bear problem.

Which I find somewhat hilarious.

And, really, quite obvious.

As long as there bears on this world, everyone has a bear problem.

Especially the bears.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"Hola, como estas?" smiled a young waitress as a man who looked rather like an older and bearded Nicholas Cage glanced up at her. The small cafe in Tijuana was quiet and peaceful right now in the early morning. 5 AM wasn't normally the most busy of times anywhere, after all.

The man looked up at her. "Estoy bien, y tu?" he replied back in fluent Spanish, if European accented, seeming preoccupied with something else, merely drinking his coffee and bagels in solitude while the heater ran in the back. Even Mexico got cold in early January, after all. Only six other people were in the cafe right now, aside from the man and the waitress.

"Vas en alguna parte?" the waitress asked again, her blue eyes looking at the man curiously.

The man shrugged, scratching at his beard. "Solo estoy viajando." he said, taking another swig of his coffee. "Me estoy tomando un tiempo libre de trabajo." he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in from his nostrils. "Soy estadounidense." he added helpfully.

"Oh, you're American?" the girl asked, switching to English. "Do you mind if I practise my English with you?" Upon seeing the man's shrug and nod, she went on. "Where in America? I went to Texas once, visiting some family. Going to Oregon this summer for college." she said, looking curious.

"All over, really." he said in response to her question. "But I considered my home Nevada. Lived there for a while, quite liked it."

"Nevada?" The girl rolled the name on her tongue. "Isn't that where that explosion thing happened? You know, just a week ago? Or that whole drugged water thing? Some people are already trying to get some telenova made about that. It'll be shit though." The girl paused. "Oh, sorry, I didn't intend to-"

"No, no, I don't mind swearing." the man chuckled. "I do a bit of it myself. And I don't know too much about that - I actually left just before it happened. Good timing, I'd suppose." He said, quiet again. He stood up suddenly, his coffee done though his bagel largely untouched. "Thank you very much for the meal. I'm afraid I don't have pesos on me, do you accept dollars?" he asked, taking out his wallet.

"Yes, that'll work, I know how to get them converted-" The girl paused suddenly when the man left a hundred dollars on the counter and walked outside before she could yell that the amount was far too much.

---

Nicholas Carry sat outside the cafe, in his Ford. He turned on the radio in the car, hearing snippets of Jon Stewart's recent interview combined with talk show hosts discussing it. It was an American radio channel - Carry had ways of accessing whatever station he felt he needed to, no matter where he happened to be.

"What happened in Las Vegas last week is purely human. I don't like what it has to say about the current measure of security in the innermost parts of our nation, but it's not the end of the world. I'd expect increased security in major cities, but not wizards." spoke Director Napolitano, after which the talk show hosts started talking about how this either wasn't enough or was an overreaction. Las Vegas was shut down for the time being as a gambling centre anyway - not safe to return just yet. And his work there was done anyway.

He hadn't received any message from G yet, but he expected one to emerge soon enough. He opened a compartment of his Ford, taking out a folder. Inside the folder were typed up papers detailing many events that were occurring, had occurred, or would soon occur. "January 4th, 2012. That's now." he muttered. He looked further. "And December 21st will be when magic is fully revealed; people will be looking for me then, perhaps. I covered my tracks and dealings well in Nevada, and I think SGE believes me dead..." He felt a pang of pain. He didn't like lying to Ivan, but he had to. And his old friend was now quite dead as well.

Carry lit a cigarette, debating smoking it, but then crushed it between his fingers instead. He looked further in the folders. "And this is when a dangerous Satanic sect in Tijuana trying to create a portal to hell is violently and mysteriously killed by members of the cartel. A year later, investigation will discover the sect wasn't insane - they were in cahoots with Azazel and could actually open a portal. Well, can't have that..."

Carry pulled out his mobile phone, ringing a number. "Hola?" came the voice on the other side. His number would come up as unregistered.

"Juan." Carry said.

"Carry? You? You're alive?" said the surprised cartel member, switching to English. "How are you-"

"I'd be willing to play twenty questions with you, Juan, but I have information relevant for the cartel. There's a cult here, trying to open a portal to Hell. That needs to be dealt with as swiftly as possible."

The man sighed on the other line. "Look, ese, I can't really bother with whatever crackjob religion is-"

"They can actually do it." Carry said quietly. "And that'd be very, very bad for everyone involved. Including your cartel. If you can stop them, I'd be very grateful. Perhaps grateful enough to arrange you to gain access to my old market in the American Southwest."

Juan's voice came back after a second of pause. "Address?"

Carry gave it to him, and sat back to wait. A second later, he got a text message from a Mr. S. "G's not feeling well." it read simply. "Get in position in DC. New game will commence as scheduled."

Carry put his mobile away, struggling briefly with the dual emotions of anger and acceptance. It had been a very long time arranging these games with G, but he felt more relieved now. Now he knew the end of the games was coming, all too soon. Then he paused, pulling out his phone again. He sent back a text. "How's Montreal?"

A minute later, his phone buzzed, the text received. "As good as expected. Many pieces won't survive it though."

Carry frowned, rubbing his temples. Damn pity. He had liked this latest set, but many of them hadn't even survived their trip from San Francisco to Las Vegas. He supposed it was to be expected, especially in this particular game. He had weighed many deaths on his shoulders, so what was just a few more at this point?

He started up his Ford, and began to drive back to the States while his radio now began to talk about a recent shooting in an apartment complex in Tijuana, with some strange cult the victims.