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XPiratez / Re: Everyday is Caturday Challenge Run

« on: May 25, 2024, 01:38:35 am »

Catvy's Log
I'm writing this from the medbay, where I seem to have my own dedicated little corner now. Turns out psychic coma wasn't the worst thing the Capnyan was going to put me through this year, no sir! I'm writing this one while everyone is out on mission, by the way, so I can say whatever the nya I want. Literally ten minutes after I wake up from that coma, Capnyan is kicking down the medbay door and demanding I get up to fight some lobsters.

That went well.

Holding a military structure with way too many entrances against a horde of walking armor and claws, I set up dead center under the open sky, and fired off more gas shells in the one mission than I've ever fired before. Team was doing well, except the one time someone leaves me alone, a [expletive redacted] crab snuck through and I had to claw it to death. Next couple of seconds, it happened AGAIN, but the second one got me across the chest. And exactly 20 seconds later, I felt another crab claw snap, and...I blacked out.

Woke up here, with the medbay runts wondering how the hell I'm still alive. They say I'm in here for another month with change. Again. The only thing keeping me sane right now is the amount of soda in the fridge and the fact that I can still walk around and operate my mortar on the range...good thing about my choice of weapon, it doesn't aggravate an injured shoulder.

I'm really, REALLY starting to question how the hell I survive this shit.

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XPiratez / Re: Everyday is Caturday Challenge Run

« on: May 18, 2024, 12:40:18 pm »

Catvy's Log.

I'm currently sitting in what I assume is a bed. I assume this because the world around me feels...soft. My memories are a kaleidoscope of color and shape with no meaning or order, which sucks. I can't remember me. Or you. Or her. What little I do remember sears my mind and I shy away from it.

A flash of light, a trip down into the depths of Shadow and the darkness within us all.

I remember camaraderie. Bracing for something new, something scary. Something necessary. I remember being a cat, but not a me cat.

A skeleton collapses before my claws. Its weapon clattering to the ground, quickly snatched up by a cat who bore a face unfamiliar, but a soul wreathed in warrior fire.

I remember feeling confident. My friends around me handling the new as we had the old. Our skills and training serving us well. Demons. Undead. Nightmares? Maybe. Fear.

A pain, unlike any I had ever felt. No wounds upon my flesh, but my shining heart rent asunder, spilling its open wounds like flowing gold into the void around me. My assailant unseen. I hope they died.

I remember nothing. I sit here in this soft field, hearing whispers, a language long lost to time. Emotions flicker at the edge of it like embers off a chemical fire, colors dancing and trying to tell me their secrets.

Suddenly, clarity, sharp like Ka__n_a_'s claws, slicing through me in horrific fashion.

I'm in a Voodoo coma.
And the people outside have my soda stash.

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XPiratez / Re: Everyday is Caturday Challenge Run

« on: April 08, 2024, 09:44:24 pm »

Drew2319, reporting in! I'm Catvy in the run. I can shed some light (and probably some fur) on Catvy and their "lore" if anyone's interested.

Catvy currently is torn between the Way of Shadow, and the Way of Sunlight. Stuck between the idea of sniping from the shadows, and firing explosives from behind cover. Their main claim to fame is their...interesting luck. Catvy is plagued by what seems to be inverse luck. Incredibly unlikely shots land more often, and what should be sure tends to miss. Explosions too fall under this, though the Catvy can't push it too far. Even their luck can't save them from an RPG immediately after a frag grenade.

Catvy is normally fairly affable and always ready to offer a pun or a quip when off the field, but that humor tends to vanish once guns are drawn. Until they get shot, then the humor returns in full force as a coping mechanism. Which could imply that the Catvy is ALWAYS coping with some kind of trauma, but that's dog propaganda. In their free time, they actually write poetry.

Their chosen armament WAS a sniper rifle, but as the team of cats have discovered explosives, Catvy may have discovered their new calling. Currently rocking the mortar, they send death arcing through the skies. Something about their intuition serves them well when operating it, and a natural eye for geometry.

Cat-ch you all next time, when Catvy attempts to steal the Capnyan's Log to record their own entries!

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Suggestions / Mod Request: Improved AI on Civs

« on: December 13, 2023, 12:27:40 am »

Considering how often civs in the various OXcom mods tend to walk right at things three times their height and thirty times their weight, block sightlines, and in general get themselves killed, are there any mods out there that can make our Cavalier medals stop trying to punch things?

...maybe something that makes most of the civilian type units run AWAY from threats, and hopefully also avoid standing in the sightline of XCOM units?