Happy Bomb-omb disagrees by sending a thousand Immortals after said single Ork. :smallamused:
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Protoss fare much worse against them, though.
Only if that Ork is a Warboss Gorgutz 'Ead 'Unter. :smalltongue:Quote:
EDIT: Also, orkz > anything else, a hundred times over. A single ork > a thousand of any other race. :smallbiggrin:
But then, only because he never meet certain C. C. Cain :smallamused:
Raynor finishes his smoke and tosses it to the ground, stepping on it to put it out. He points at Lance Corporal Kris.
About time you made it to the party boy! We have news of incoming scouts coming to aid this terran infestation. Engage and Destroy them!
He then grabs the Cheesy Canadian Cutscene Actor Rex Manheim. You. You're going to help me kill that mutalisk. It's lobing loogies at my marines and I can't let it do it anymore.
Marines. Go out and kill anything that moves. If so much as a single thing escapes. I swear by my horrible cancer infected lungs i'll shoot you! Now get moving, and don't forget what I said about those lurkers!
But I can't fight.... stammered the actor.
You don't need to. Raynor smiled. You're the distraction. he says dragging him towards the mutalisk.
Happy Bomb-omb has his Pylons lob a few Particle Accelerator blasts at the distraction because someone has to.:smallbiggrin:
Things escalate, as is their nature. More and more units from all around converge on the base. Just as the firebat is about to get pierced by some hydralisks and a nearby Tiger tank, a large explosion shakes the earth.
Sent you some artillery support. They're British, so don't count on them at tea-times, but they're pretty good otherwise. They're on that cliff over there. And since you got the Headquarters building, you better start withdrawing since I see some guardians coming your way along with a Walker.
MMORPG guy busily assigns Raynor his talent points, up to and through improved mobility, hardened armor, and an improved spray on his Gauss Rifle. "There, that should move things along a bit." He then sets off looking for proper loot to increase the fire damage of the firebats running about.
The MMORPGer manages to walk away unnoticed and walks up to a neutral creep building nearby. It's inhabited by some Zerglings living in perfect harmony with a war-bear.
"Ah, this should do nicely." Without a second thought, MMORPG guy steps up and lays down a frost nova in the vicinity of the zerglings, rooting them in place. He then appropriates the Warbear, and uses its increased mobility to slaughter the little jerks before returning the warbear and its friends to the Firebat legion, creating...
THE FLAME RIDERS OF GRIZZLY DEATH.
Lcpl. Kris salutes again and runs over to a hastily-built barracks. He cups his hands around his mouth and yells inside. "Alright, maggots - you heard Raynor. Let's suit up and move out!" He dons his body armor and shoulders his heavy-duty rifle as the ground starts to tremble. In a flurry of motion, dozens of Marines being pouring out of the barracks in perfect double lines, their boots stomping the ground in perfect rhythm. Lcpl. Kris smiles and heads towards the front of the line. Noticing a few stares, he smirks. "We recruited most of these guys from clown college - they know how to pack into small places." He takes his place at the front of the column and yells out as they march, the others echoing his jody. "I don't know but I've been told, that mutalisk's breath is getting old. If you don't do just what you're told, that actor's body's gonna turn real cold."
Damn. Already!? All right. Everyone out! Kris! Forget the scouts! We have incoming guardians! I'm gonna need your help. So tell me, do you feel lucky?
Go over to that cliff over there *points* and send off an infared.
But I don't have any equipment on me.
Jim then pulls out his radio. I need a valk or two stat! I'm going to lead these suckers into a trap. Infared signal should be sent out soon. Lock onto that and wait there.
Jim looks back at Kris. What the hell kind of corporal are you if you come unprepared!? Get it from a marine or something. Now go!
Everyone out! Now! Stay and you're a goner. If you want to get back home, start running boys! Hahahahha! Jim starts laughing like a maniac while providing cover fire. As soon as it seems that he is going to be trapped and killed, he moves back just a little, giving the men time.
Little by little he is pushed back, forced to give ground. That's when he sees the gaurdians come. Damn they took their time. he said grumbling.
He puts a cig in his mouth and runs off, keeping he guardians in sight. Finally he reaches the cliff. He speaks into his radio again. Are those valks here yet? he asks. He doesn't get a reply. Cursing he turns back to the guardians approaching. Screeching and hissing could be heard as their prey had finally been cornered.
For the swarmmmmm....
Jim chuckles as he hears the soft sound of engines running. Eat missiles freaks! With that he takes a running start and jumps off the cliff. The guardians are suprised that he is so sucidal and inch forward more.
Two valks and a dropship come up, with Jim hanging on the ladder, smiling.
Screech!
Jim finishes smoking his cig as they make their way home, leaving the reamins behind.
Hmm. They're massing air. I can't gain ground near the middle anymore. My fifth flank near the coast is being torn to shreds and the Cybran destroyer's gonna get over it's hesitation and land soon... I have to admit, we're in trouble guys.
The General is preparing a speech for his troops.
But at least, even if we all die, this will be remembered as the battle that had the greatest kills/deaths ratio EVER!
FPS guy loots the bodies of the dead goons. Because that's an important part of every adventure. Looting corpses for small change.
"Oooh, one of them has a silver key. I bet I'm going to need this later."
Jim curses at the general when he gets back.
What the hell is your problem!? You gave me bad intel! You could have gotten us all killed! And now you want me to go off again on another suicide adventure. I haven't even gotten my wounds checked out by a medic yet!
Hey! I told you there are two lurkers and an airship. There were two lurkers and an airship. How should I have known of that webway gate?
Oh, and I sent you all the backup I could spare! We lost Montagn because of it! But I did finish training a medic, she's over there.
The being currently in the form of a giant penguin with a giant mallet notices that a war seems to have suddenly sprung up and quietly wonders if a giant penguin with a giant mallet can contribute anything to it.
Look! I'm the war hero here. I don't gather the intel, I only use it. You're supposed to track your enemy and issue out commands. I followed your orders, however crappy and out of date they were. You gave out bad intel, thus the lives of all those soldiers are on your head. Just know that no matter what I do, I am viewed as a hero. But if you screw up, it is your head on the line not mine.
Do you understand General?
You? You're just a number. And we did drop player five, and also found out about six new enemies to the north-east so I call it a victory. I sent you to command the men hoping they'd be microed! You could've avoided at least five more shots with better control!
And don't tell me about screwups, I just lost the subcommander in our fifth expansion... At least he took the enemy air along with him but seriously, he should've held out at least a minute longer...
Like how you told me that infested were buried right outside their base and at choke points huh?
I mean come on! What the hell am I cannon fodder? Cant you see this blue shirt i'm wearing? I don't die yet!
Your lucky that he even obeyed your orders. I wouldn't have. Set me up to fail like that again, and it wont end well for you General.
I would have, had I known! Jim roars. He grabs his arm in pain from flailing it about. He sighs, you know what. forget it. It's useless talking with you.
I'm going to go get my owunds healed then i'm taking a nap. Killing the other players can wait.
And call me just a number one more time General, and you wont live to see past the week.
He then exits the tent.
Arriving at the warscene, the necromancer frowns at all the corpses being left around.
A small squad of zerglings charged at him but were quickly silenced by the explosions of the corpses they foolishly stepped on.
The sound of flesh ripping quickly turned that frown upside-down.
The necromancer walked towards the "General", his army of 17 fully-armored skeletons each sporting a machine gun in one hand and a sword in the other forming a protective block around him.
I heard you were looking for allies.
MMORPG guy dashes about the area, using the superior mobility of his now mounted firebats to lure the infested terrans into exploding, and then dashing away. "Huh. Who knew these were epic mounts?" He snickers to himself as he leads another feint, slowly closing in on the terran spawning location...
The RTS freak wonders at the odd behaviour of the base-guarding soldiers while he keeps microing tanks to move backwards from an enemy chopper wave. His amphibious tanks finally sink the Cybren battleship but his Ghost team gets slaughtered by a terran strikeforce nearby. His Big Mek manages to slash out some Eldar units and Tau Firewarriors ambush his Recruit troops, cutting a swathe through them. His Fighta-Bommas take out Player Six's outern resource buildings.
*click, click, click*
EDIT: @Griever's proposal
Well yeah, allies would be useful right now. We got some problems on the west front since they nuked my main military base and are swarming over the garrisons.
Hey! It's another hero! Jim shouts at the necromancer. Finally! I'm not alone!