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Q/A:

So you're finally getting around to this, huh? Yep. It's about time, considering I have put so much time into it.

Okay, so, what is it?: X-Com is a strategy game from back in the day. it's hard, but fun. I'll explain as we go.

Viewer participation?: Oh hell yes. See that last screenshot? That's where we start. Sign up in bold if you want a squaddie named after you. (Once we've gone through the first batch we can get creative with names.) Pick a spot for the base, and tell me if you want to be a scout, sniper, or artillery.

Then we'll get started.

DirOps Log. We'll call today January 1st, because it's the beginning.


In the thick of the Amazon, along the banks of the Icana River, legends tell of a creature called La Lux. She strikes from nowhere, felling any and all foes.



It felt proper to name our first extraplanetary interdiction base after her warcry.





There she is. My home until this is over, one way or another. I'm not fond of the layout. Other bases will be designed with fewer potential places for incursion. But since it's already a ********, we got to building.






Our funders made some severe oversights, so I had our people get to work on correcting that. Within a few weeks, we'll have better eyes, we'll have teeth, and we'll be able to store the spoils of war.



Our initial hires are a mixed bag. The one calling herself "Cabron" doesn't seem interested in the actual fight so much as supporting her squad. Admirable, but impractical. She'll be on garrison duty with Operative "Regulus."

Hangars are nice, the craft look flightworthy. The pilots are talking to me about naming the craft. I'll consider it.


I like the way our scientists think.



And here is the reason we settled near the Columbian border. Our base is still in that of a funding nation, but it's incredibly easy to acquire most anything.



Almost immediately after I got off the phone with friends in low places, the siren in my office blared.


Enemy contact.

I'm not especially fit, but I broke land-speed records running down the hallway to the Command Center.

Up on the screen, there it was.


They couldn't have known we were monitoring them. The Andes were right there, they could have used them for cover. As it was, we had a chance.


I used the order to scramble all fighters. We didn't have a chance to wait for new personnel, so everyone, garrison team included, piled into the Skyranger. The sold of weapons being prepped echoed throughout the hangar.




But for now, they had to sit and let the fighter jockeys do their work.


Fast. We lost tracking on the contact as soon as it showed up. There's no way they could have seen our ships as they left the base, so we'll chalk that one up to chance. Hopefully.


Shortly after that, supplies and troops began to arrive.



Contact Team Maniac has been adjust to accomodate the strengths and weaknesses of our group. They favor a "Scorched Earth" policy at this point, several of them have experience with heavy artillery. I can support this stance at an early juncture, but I'm hoping to see an improvement in efficiency over time.




Until then, we're ready.