I mean.... hot damn! Last weekend brought us the biggest surprise we've seen yet as developers! A festival event, complete with a parade, gun salutes, and all sorts of battles and brawls was organized right under our noses by the clan community! A big part of this post is devoted to content from that unprecedented event.
Thank you so much for this lovely event. I really mean it. Now, enough with the sappy stuff and on to the content!
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Digging Foxholes by Lercas
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flare gun by 90 Degrees
Colonial Infantry by Tycoh
Warden Rifle-woman by Arkan
Foxhole by 90 degrees
Rockets vs Halftrack by _Statty_
PSA: Close your gates by Qloos
Gave it our best shot by Lagger
The Quirky Company
Chapter 8: New arrivals.
As the truck finally stopped behind the gate of the Mother Base, Rice felt relief surging through his body like never before. He survived his first day unscathed. Well, mostly unscathed, his hand was still a mess, though it could be much worse. He could end up like Janus or worse, Denis. But whatever fickle deity looked over him today decided that he would be kept alive for some time.
“Would HB even care about something like that? He is omnipotent and omnipresent so he can decide who lives or dies. Why let people die then? Were the men I’ve killed nothing more than cannon fodder whose sole purpose was to die? Even if this was the true, why would he allow them simply die at the right moment? Is HB so much of a sick fuck to play with lives of men?”
His internal debate regarding existence and interference of gods into human lives, while interesting and thought-inducing was however short lived. When the survivors disembarked their vehicles the first shouts began filling the street. Officers shouting at the men to form into groups, the medical teams tried evacuating those who couldn’t walk for themselves, while others were simply expressing the joy that came from safely returning. A few minutes later the whole thing began looking worse than the battle that caused this mess.
Until someone hadn’t fired a flare into the sky.
Silence washed over the soldiers as quickly as it previously left. Everyone looked towards the direction the projectile has been fired from, only to see a single man, a flare gun in one hand and a burner in the other. He looked mighty angry indeed.
“Is this a military base or a fucking whorehouse?!” He questioned the mass of people before him.
No one dared answer.
“Is this private Silence I hear?! What can you tell me my man? What’s that!? Men under my command are behaving like a bunch of headless chickens?! They don’t remember what being organized means?!” He dropped the empty flare gun and ignited the flame thrower before resuming. “Guess I’ll just make with what I have and roast some cocks!”
His threat ended just before the flare burned out, allowing darkness to fill the air once more. At least until the man hadn’t fired a stream of fire into the air, causing many of the soldiers to take a few steps back.
“Relax! This was but a warning shot!” The man bellowed before chuckling at their reactions. “Now listen carefully you shits! I want everyone to organize under two minutes. If you fail to do so I’m going to attempt a giant barbecue using a flamethrower. Today’s special?! A roasted Krieger. Now fucking move!”
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Chapter 5: Colonial Prison outskirts
Everyone wasted no time and quickly scrambled behind the trees.
Instantly bursts of machine-gun fire whizzed by them and one Warden fell to the ground with gaping holes in his body. The half-tracks moved up on a small hill overlooking them and continued firing.
Instantly Wardens started dropping. Two were torn apart, their blue uniforms shredded with blood and lead.
Carmain stared at the bodies, old memories threatening to surge through him. Explosions, screams of soldiers, blood…
“Get a damn grip on yourself you bloody m*****l.” he cursed.
He would never forgive himself if he did, HB forbid. He took a deep breath and focused. Felt the grenades around his waist. Threw them at one of the halftracks and muttered a prayer to HB.
The grenades rolled right at the base of one of the halftracks then exploded, tearing a hole into the track and the side of the vehicle and turning it into an immobile heap of metal. The second one then began moving back, retreating. It still fired machine gun fire at them, preventing them from pursuing it. In a moment, the fight was over just as quickly as it had started.
Everyone hesitantly crept out, then slowly walked over to the destroyed half track. Penguin walked to the door of it.
“Aha!” He shouted triumphantly,”They forgot to lock the halftrack.” He grinned.
Inside, they found fuel cans, materials, and machine gun ammo. If there had been anything else then it had been destroyed in the explosion.
“Well now that's been dealt with let’s move on.” Carmain shouldered his rifle.
But Penguin looked at the halftrack, observing the wreckage.
“What is it?” Rick asked.
“I think we can repair it, given enough time.”
Everyone looked at each other uneasily.
“We don't have the whole bloody day chap.” Whiskers frowned.
“It'll only take an hour or two.” Penguin insisted.
“We don't have an hour or two. We need to move now. That halftrack will be back, with backup.” Carmain warned darkly.
“Then I can stay here with a couple guys.” Penguin suggested,”If we hear anyone we’ll bolt.”
It was dangerous and could risk everything, but in the end they agreed that they'll need more firepower for the prison escape. With that Penguin stayed behind with the four Warden backup troops.
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The Reservist - a Foxhole Story
Chapter One: Dull Weekends
My experience of the war, is that it’s pretty boring. Almost two years since being drafted, and I’ve handled a rifle for nothing but target practice, and firing drills. The most we do, is dig foxholes, collect war materiel, and grow barley. The trenches north of Cal’s Pass are so extensive, half the time is being spent to maintain them. Not like they’ll ever see use.
Confused? Oh, yeah. I guess I should explain a bit. I’m a reservist. The Warden alliance instituted the reservists at a time when the fighting south of the pass encroached particularly close to the border, and concerns that everyone would need to answer the calls to arms made the generals concerned if those away from the frontlines would be suitable enough soldiers.
The result? Us. Whenever a unit is depleted at the front, a reservist unit is send up to takes it’s place. If the harvest needs to come in this week, we get the job, and scythes are handed out. Trenches… already mentioned. Although there is the other kind, but the stench is enough to fill the rest of the words out. Worst duty a squad can get assigned.
It’s been 15 or so years since the conception, and at best, it seems like we haven’t been needed. Commanders continually seem to underestimate the shooting skills of the recruits. We all know how to fire, clean, and strip a weapon. The rogue exception is rare. Half of us live in the rural countryside, hunting, scaring off wolves, hunting the hunters, sending thieves into the afterlife, and so on. We know how to handle a gun, and hit what we want. The system is so aggravating.
It’s time like these, I wonder, how we’re doing on the front. We aren’t allowed to fight, not unless we get surprised, but that’s pretty rare. The closest we get to the front, is hauling away bodies, and picking through the dead. Deposit the useless shit into a refuse heap, and onto the next empty battlefield. More piles to fill. Never ceases to surprise me that the piles are gone--just gone--when we return to the battlefield wakes.
Interesting enough to keep us from going mad from boredom. If we’re enlisted for five consecutive years, we usually get released back to our homes. If we’ve been reassigned to the combat teams, assignment usually takes longer. They tend to prioritize the ones with missing limbs and holes over the relatively intact soldiers. Another industry they keep us busy with: box making. Really big box making. Usually though, after five years, we’re on the descending slope of our prime. Unless you’re one of the kids that enlisted at sixteen. Fools.
Only three more years, and then I’ll be released. It’ll be nice to wake up without a whistle in my ear, and the occasional non-lethal grenade the officer threw into the room. Or someone set up as a tripwire to scare the shit out of the next guy to walk into the barracks, or go out and take a leak. So many laps we could have avoided.
Only three more years. God help me.
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The Word of HB
by Whiskers and NobleCode
Act Two - Chapter Two
2. A Scripture was revealed to you, so let there be no anxiety in your heart because of it. You are to warn with it—and a reminder for the Wardens.
3. Follow what is revealed to you from your God-Emperor, and do not follow other masters beside Him. Little you recollect.
4. How many a town have We destroyed? Our might came upon them by night, or while they were salvaging.
5. When Our might came upon them, their only cry was, “We were indeed Colonials.”
6. We will question those to whom messengers were sent, and We will question the messengers.
7. We will narrate to them with knowledge, for We were never absent.
8. The scales on that Day will be just. Those whose weights are heavy—it is they who are the successful.
9. But as for those whose weights are light—it is they who have lost their accounts, because they used to mistreat Our revelations.
10. We have established you firmly on FoxholeMain, and made for you in it livelihood—but rarely do you give commends.
11. We created you, then We shaped you, then We said to the Developers, “Bow down before HB;” so they bowed down, except for Markfoot; he was not of those who bowed down.
12. He said, “What prevented you from bowing down when I have commanded you?” He said, “I am better than he; You created me from fire, and You created him from mud.”
13. He said, “Get down from it! It is not for you to act arrogantly in it. Get out! You are one of the lowly!”
14. He said, “Give me respite, until the Release Date they are resurrected.”
15. He said, “You are of those given respite.”
16. He said, “Because you have lured me, I will waylay them on Your straight path.
17. Then I will come at them from before them, and from behind them, and from their right, and from their left; and you will not find most of them appreciative.”
18. He said, “Get out of it, despised and vanquished. Whoever among them follows you—I will fill up The Banlist with you all.
19. And you, Adam, inhabit the Garden, you and your wife, and eat whatever you wish; but do not approach this tree, lest you become Colonials.”
20. But Markfoot whispered to them, to reveal to them their nakedness, which was invisible to them. He said, “Your Lord has only forbidden you this tree, lest you become memers, or become Developers.”
part 01 - "STARRING: everyone who's a f**king meme, basically"
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