The development of Foxhole continues at full steam ahead, but we can still find time to appreciate the amazing passion you guys have been putting into your creations over the last two weeks. Here today, we have some funny videos, an impressive amount of fan-fiction stories and even our first community stream! Let's take a look!
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Concept Progress by Tycoh
Foxhole Eternal Empires AD 2350 by DrunkRussianBear
posters by SirGraveson
propaganda posters by Timberwolf
Colonial units defend against Wardens assault in the fog by Bubbadeej
AT Gun by Katrina the Insane
Banzai Charge by I Saw a Bear
Soviet March of the PUG and 10CCE Army by Sethfire
Incoming! by Ravenheart
Special means to tow a half-track with a truck by Africandave
By the raise of his Hand, his armies stand. By his thunderous voice, we got no choice. By the faith he sends, his Empire never ends!
With our brothers strong united, we see our enemies frightened. By the silhouette on his steed, we fight for our lands,until they´re freed!
The Lost Platoon
This story is based off of true events of Endless Shore
Endless Shore, Day 45:
Lieutenant Lightning and a platoon of around sixteen men began the reconstruction of The fallen bridge, located East of The Well. Sergeant Bartex manned the mortar and was accompanied by Lance Corporal Goroshi.
The men began to move along the newly rebuilt bridge as enemy howitzer fire rained down upon them.
“HMGs suppress those soldiers, Lance Corporal take your privates along the south side of the rock face, the rest of you move up along the walls” Lieutenant Lightning commanded, pulling out smoke grenades from his side belt.
“Half Track, Half Track Half Track!” A distant voice screamed across to the platoon, a rush of men scrambling to cover as the two Lance Corporals fumbled out RPGs to take out the halftrack.
The shadows of the halftrack inched towards the men, the engine echoed across the waterfront sending the men into disarray, as the halftrack moved past the walls it was instantly propelled by two rockets to the left side, causing the vehicle to be demobilised and soon to be a burning corpse as a third rocket bombarded the rear of the vehicle.
“Move up, keep spread out and take the beachfront and cover the gate with some more man power.” At the sound of the command for Lightning, the men sprung into action and by nightfall the beachline was taken, the odd Warden would run into the firing line of the HMG gunners but the line was relatively secure.
“Sir, when are reinforcements arriving, we are low on ammunition and we have lost a few men, morale is not too high either Sir,” Sergeant Bartex reported to Lieutenant Lightning,
“It can’t be far off now, they’ve been firing the artillery piece at something so they must know we are over here, get the men behind the sandbags and take this wrench and remove the barbed wire blocking the gate” Lightning handed Bartex the wrench and pat him on the back as he sprinted back towards the gunfire.
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Tales of War
The distant sounds of gunfire and mortar shells, the high pitched sounds of shells falling from the sky to rain death on the unknowing victims. A Warden soldier stands at an outpost in poor, torn clothing, shivering in the cold. He was feeling bored, being posted in a far corner of the war zone, to spot any enemies flanking the HQ. It has been 32 days since command has given the order and nothing has happened. He again sat down on his rickety old chair and prepared for another uneventful day.
The soldier stood up, he knew he heard a sound coming from the dark forest, he tried to scout the area with his binoculars but due to the harsh cold, it froze the binoculars and made it too misty to see. He cursed himself for not cleaning it, grabbed his rifle and climbed down from the outpost.
As he stepped down from the final steps of the ladders and onto the snow, he heard a loud crack from the left of him, he immediately brought his rifle out and aimed down the sights at the direction of the sound. It was silence, he was shivering more now, part of him telling himself it was due to the cold, but down inside he was feeling the fear of the unknown surrounding him.There were no more sounds, he could hear his own breath freezing in the cold.
Another sound came from his right, he frantically swung his way there and met his eyes with a young lad in a colonial outfit. The lad was looking shell shocked, and his clothes were torn up, barely showing the bright golden star of the Colonials. As they both saw each other , both sprung into action and raised their rifles at each other and pulled the trigger.
Nothing came out of the gun to bring the world of death to the enemy, both of their guns were frozen from the cold weather. They quickly dropped their rifles and brought out their pistols. The Warden soldier, sensing he was slower, quickly ducked behind a tree for cover just as bullets hit where he was standing a moment ago. Adrenaline pumping, the Warden soldier cocked his pistol and checked if it was working. Six bullets.Six shots.Make it count.
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Tales of War
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Captain Timothy's Memoirs of a Journey to the New Land.
Chapter 1: Of tea, biscuits and dirty knob heads knocking at my door.
It was a beautiful Monday morning, the hot spring air gently brushing through the five o'clock shadow that Timothy hadn't bothered to shave yet, the sweet orange flavored tea combined with crumpets being far more important to him than his personal hygiene. It was good luck to drink tea early in the morning, after all. He slowly sat down on the folding chair situated on his house's balcony, adamant on making sure the cup wouldn't spill its contents and began enjoying himself.
"No one around puking on me due to seasickness, total lack of saltwater in the air and not a single goddamn enemy vessel trying to ruin my career." The man remarked before taking a big sip. "What a grand day indeed."
It was a nice change from his usual routine of waking up to Colonial Battleships bombarding his humble cruiser on the deep waters of the Crimson Ocean for weeks on end. But it was part of his job as a captain of Warden Navy, and he'd be damned to try and change it. Dangerous or not, the job still paid the bills without much problems, not to mention the thrill of it. The sound of heavy guns sending payloads of explosives towards the enemy coast defenses, the sights of enemy vessels sinking into the dark abyss below never to return, the smell of smoke coming from enemy sailors that managed not to sink with the broken dreadnoughts.
Money and thrills were only two of the plentiful rewards.
But as it is, even the nicest jobs can become dull after enough time, and it was important to find balance between wasting millions of Colonial taxpayers money and simply unwinding after a long time spent on the seas.
His time of leisure, however brief, quickly disappeared upon hearing someone knocking on his door. On Sunday. This could mean that someone was in need of sugar… or another bastard wanted to give him a coupon for processed potatoes.
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The hunt for Krazy
The endless shore battle.
It’s been 2 days since we’ve been shipped to endless shore. It’s all gone to hell. We lost the front on day one, what are we supposed to do against a force two times as large.
The current front stretches from Saltbrook channel to enduring post, we have been understaffed from the past. The entire east side of the front fell within hours. Our target used to be krazy flying chicken, a high profile warden soldier that will have to wait to bite my bullet.
For now we have taken up the task to defend Saltbrook and prevent it from falling, we secured the only supply road but it was not enough. we soon heard a detachment of warden soldiers broke through at the bridge. The only supply road had fallen. We couldn’t get supplies through to Saltbrook. That’s their plan, send krazy through to sever the supply lines and massacre our meagre defence of Saltbrook, I know it for sure.
We shipped out to push them back and secure the road north of enduring post. That night was hell for all of us. Machine gun tracers flew through the night, a crossfire by two friendly HMG’s was fiercely met with a counter barrage of warden HMG’s. Naturally we applauded the efforts Mladyleander when she fired on her own soldiers that night, I can only imagine one of them should’ve been krazy flying chicken.
Eventually we pushed them back that night but Saltbrook had fallen that night too, dozens of colonial bodies littered the outskirts of Enduring post when the reality set in, we ran out of supplies. Bullets where running dry.
My company shipped out that night to another front, my encounter with Krazy flying chicken would have to wait, I am sure we will get another chance at him. As far as the details from the last days of enduring post go, they haven’t been pretty…
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World Conquest News Report - UN 2nd Edition
Pyrrhic Colonial Victory Over Warden Regions
Colonials Overrun Warden Territories
PUG Reporter, Lightning Reporting.
Note: This is all based off of UN reports made by
UN members and Officials and can not be taken as one hundred percent accurate.
On Saturday an invasion of neutral territories starts a full scale World Conquest by both Wardens and Colonials.
3:22pm EDT - Tuesday
10CCE Rapidly move into Deadlands, pushing almost instantly towards The Spine, leaving PUG in Umbral Wildwood, rushing to The Foundry with UBGE, FU and Krieg rushing to Hermit’s Rest.
EDGE stayed in Endless Shore, creating ‘The Great Wall Of EDGE’. 82DK Contested The Deadlands, opposing 10CCE.
Rouge 10CCE and PUG members began fortifying Brine Glen, over the the next few hours and well into Wednesday morning the project took place.
Colonial forces have moved North and East, 10CCE rushing The Spine and other forces rushing The Salt Farms and Brine Glen.
10CCE begin fortifying The Spine, getting the town hall up relatively quickly.
During this time PUG and other mentioned clans are taking all of Umbral Wildwood fairly uncontested.
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Krazy realized they were in deep s**t.
He counted 20 men, 10 per group. They were made up of ordinary prisoners, not POWs. They sneered at him and called out insults.
“Where are the damn guards?” He wondered. Then he realized they were probably turning a blind eye, seeing as how he was a Warden.
He couldn't take them all. Poor Mark was pulled away by two large prisoners who held him captive. These thugs were large and muscles bulged under their jumpsuits.
“Hey you ****s!” He shouted,”Why don't you pick on someone your own size you