War Stories

[Cora]

share your close calls and total ownage encounters (Try and keep it clean)

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Scortched Enclave: King of the Hunter Killers

So hunter Killers got called on a nothing item... typical. i must have tripped an embedded chip in some food i snatched... that, or the squad of cyborgs i just wasted really wanted their boos back. Suddenly just off to my right the fattest Europan Medium Mech you've ever seen... you know the type, Gigantic F-off long long looooooong gun carried in the arms, 2- quad shoulder gun pods, one on each arm. Tall as a mountain... and that gigantic nut sa... nvm you know what im describing. He came walking around the cliff side hungry for a little peice of this Scav Girl.

Seriously though, with the span of his massive strides he was literally 'right there' then suddenly 'right here' in no time... walking right at me... "yep." i realized, "That's my guy. What luck!" his gigantic F-off gun already aiming for my face as the cold chill of impending death was already beginning to make it's home in my heart. Seriously! i was like; "F...! F...! F...! F...! F...! F...!" as i ducked behind a rock as his first massive shots came in... the rocks thankfully eating 3 of them outright as i dashed past a Euruskan tank. if i had the time to consider the situation, no doubt the crew were just as scared as me but... screw those guys! you dont need to run fast, just faster than the other guy to survive something like this... and im Scav Girl... aint nobody quicker... but reality set in just then as the great F-Off Mech splashed me with one of his shots.

There i was... stunned just adjacent to the t-90 i was attempting to have steal the aggro from me. if he rolled back or bounced from a shot ... or heck if the F-Off mech decided t-90 makes for a great kick ball... it would be shutters for my eyes.
Extract was only a mere 50 maybe 60 yards up into the Pipe we Scavs all know and love but if only i could just make it... so close i was... i ate a heavy medkit but thankfully now the tank was aggro and that gave me a whole 3 seconds of breathing room to duck to the left as a volley of F-Off death rained in just as i ran past. poor little ol'rusky was on fire near instantly... and a moment later another of that giant nightmare machine's shots splashed me again and i had to eat another heavy medkit.

i was starting to panic. i only had 1 more heavy medkit... 2 i brought with me and 1 i found on a trooper back near the graveyard where i entered this hellhole. i tried ducking around the pipe in an effort to break contact and get an eye on where the big F-Off Guy was... but there was an EOD guy on the other side lighting me up now... i couldn't run. his first shot stunned-locked good. it took all i had to draw up my weapon to return fire as i knew i couldn't run away and it wouldn't be long before i died, just as his second shot struck me point blank.

thankfully i came prepared with my Spectre M4 and i knew i could trust this wonder weapon everybody else skips on. it very quickly became my favorite several runs ago after i became aware of how solidly those hefty .45ACP hollow points strike my targets and splash skulls when i land those headshots. sure there arent any sight upgrades for it and the stock irons still leave much to be desired but up close and nasty. this baby always brings me home ...and all i needed was just one shot to begin screaming vengeance into his counter-stun-locked face. with my Spectre m4 now blaring Ol' Glory into his pie hole, i knew i was sure to win.

...but i couldnt stop to loot... the big F-Off mech was poking his loooooong gun clear through to my side of the pipe... right at my head. so i kept running... i managed to swing around the entrance yet again but just as i ducked into the pipe, the big guy's shoulder gun pods were poking through the pipe as well, and just then, they opened up on me. i spun around thinking i could escape back out but there were 2 more EOD shooting at me right through the entrance... i ate my last Heavy Medkit and thankfully the king of the hunter killers had moved away from the pipe just enough for the gun pod to not be clipping inside... i had enough. this was the first encounter where i felt like i was fighting for every chance i could claw at in desperation... and i just ran to the extract not even daring to contemplate what just happened.

I was SAFE and that was all that mattered.

[kknd]

My first run on mech Trenches, I didn't bring much because I figured I would bite it on recon.

So a lone shaman walks into Mech Trenches from the Elevator, finding a door to open and after a momentary look that the coast was clear, opens it.

Naturally, the door locks open and the squad of GRINN I didn't see through the train car, now with Exo backup (because why not?) promptly goes to check the door. The door that I step through, figuring I'll shut it in their face and learn if they can open it on this map as opposed to Elephant Graveyard's doors.

I spot the ?'s of a squad inside right as I spot the first GRINN coming around the train car and decide that shutting the door and fighting forward with my surplus shotgun is the smarter move.

Naturally, the door has fused open, and I notice this a second before I realize it's not a GRINN leading the charge but a squad their of outside. Inside we go!

I turn the corner right as the fourth member of the interior squad rounds the corner and have just enough time to realize I have made a mistake in opening fire after I have fired. It's another full stack of GRINN, now sufficiently spread out from rounding the corner and moving up the hallway that they basically all have line of sight on me. The man in front eats buckshot to the face and drops instantly with the ? above his head.

I have just enough time to pop a medium medkit between the first (closest) GRINN gifting me buckshot as my shotgun cycles and the third and fourth winging me as I try to backpedal around the corner. I don't have time to see my health, but I am surprised to not die as the second and fifth men in the squad's shotguns boom, I just get staggered.

The second shot I fire kills man two and staggers man three somehow in the tiny moment before I manage to slip back out of their LOS, having decided to book it and hope I can pass the other GRINN squad before they go from ? to filling me with more lead than a pencil factory.

Naturally this requires that I turn and start sprinting and fortunately I manage to stop myself from reloading. Just as I get moving with some momentum, I hear a shotgun from behind and the rig sparks, without staggering me. In the remaining moment I actually mange to make it to the door, taking some portion of the next shotgun blast on the rig and some on the squishy bits, vaulting the railing to drop to the floor of the trench.

As I land and take a bit of fall damage (I think, there was gunfire going off at that moment.) I realize I have nearly 200 hp remaining, am healing and there's some cover not far from-

So, remember that Exo that was outside? Well it had gotten hung up on the railcar I guess, and proceeded to give me a face full of 20mm (I guess) round for having the audacity not to lay down and die on hitting the ground.

Then the combat music started.

I laughed, because what else could I do to that perfectly timed comedy?

[Diskonekted]

The Never Never
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It was a rare moment; I was by myself - no distractions, just the sound of the wind and the passage of time. "Too much of this", I thought "and I'll go crazy". After the horrors of the surface; played out before my eyes, the ringing of the ordinance in my ears, the smell of the burning flesh and the stench of the rotting corpses - one would think I'd be happy to be back underground.....

But instead of the assault on my senses, instead.....now it was a different kind of assault. One that plays out in your mind - constantly at the edge of your thoughts, there on repeat when you close those same eyes, there on repeat when you smell the odours coming from the makeshift infirmary - blood and ♥♥♥♥, there on repeat when another party returns with an injured member - screaming from the horrors they've witnessed (or performed to another of their kind), there on repeat when you taste a morsel of food (you think it's dog, but decide not to question it).

A chill runs through you and try to shake it off. 'Better not be getting a cold' you think. Of all the things in the world that can kill you, a run-o-the-mill virus will succeed every time. Well I guess nothing is run-o-the-mill these days.

You pick yourself up off the concrete floor and notice the pain in your lower back - if you had enough credits you'd go see Bundleton about new padding for the rig. Even in the apocalypse the "Free Market" reigns supreme. Not that you can blame them for charging people for the privilege to access goods - you'd probably do the same.... We're not so different from the 'borgs after all I guess.....

The jobs board is looking light these days; too many scavs around - everyone wants a piece it seems. Still, good luck trying to get a party together - either you're unwanted or there's a translation barrier. Even if you do find a crew, they're just a likely to get itchy trigger fingers - or shoot you in the back and loot your corpse. "If I had a credit for every time someone tried selling scav gear back to the vendors" you mumble to yourself.

Between the requests for mementos from loved ones and contracts for the warring factions; you can't help but think that everyone wants a keepsake - something to remind them of a fallen soul. The thought brings a single, raspy laugh to your cracked lips. Another scav nearby looks your way in puzzlement - he starts to ask a question, but you turn away in disgust. Partly due to the sick feeling the jobs board gives you, but mostly from shame...

Nowadays, even dark humour has no place.

As you walk back to the corner where you left your gear, your hands begin to shake. Fumbling with a cigarette packet, you manage to light one up and take a long drag. You never used to smoke, but between it and the alcohol - it's the only thing that numbs the body. The flavour is bitter and stale - all of the fresh tobacco is long gone, used up in the early days of the war - now only dust and death covers the surface.

It's not until the cigarette burns down to your fingers that you realise you've been staring at the wall, lost in your thoughts. Hoisting the rig up onto your back reminds you once more of the pain and you give a sharp intake of breath. The eyes sting from the shooting feeling in your lower lumbar, but you force them closed and grit your teeth, waiting for the pain to subside. That and you can't spare the water - tears are a luxury, both physically and emotionally.

With the rig in place and straps fastened; you grab the tired old rifle - this thing has seen better days. But so have most of us. Unlike the children, who were born underground you can recall what life was like before - sometimes you wonder if it'd be easier to forget....

Opting for only 1 pack of surplus ammo, you choose to travel light. Hopefully you won't need to use it, but chances are they're defective anyway. As you shuffle to the door, you update the blackboard - moving your name from the 'In' to the 'Out' column. You glance briefly at the 'MIA' column, which gets updated every 24hrs with the names of those who never return.

There's a grim appreciation amongst the Innards when that list is updated. It marks another person lost, but also relief for the few who get to split the meager possessions amongst themselves....

As you reach the ladder to the surface and place your foot on the first rung, you utter a small prayer - partly for water, partly for death - but namely for the species. How we let it get this far, you'll never know.

[space]

One of the funniest moments I've had was with the get 3 Merva tank debris and the kill the enemy commander missions active at the same time on Scorched Enclave. With the big mech Toothy running around I agro'd him over to a group of 3 or 4 Merva tanks and he came marching over and literally kicked them around like they were made of paper tossing them around the map. Hilarious to watch.

I love agro'ing large groups of enemies from around the timed spawn on this map and marching them over for Toothy to have his way with as well. Creating large battles using a 4x scope and positioning enemies to fight each other has become one of the funniest things about this game for me.

[Arturius Pendragon]

Just last night

Facking freezing, but why? Looks like 70 and sunny in the Ashen Mesa!!
My Old Man bones might be cold but I have three open contains to fill and get back out of here with a map they need back home.

Do you remember horses? Nevermind, look at that Big Green on the old interstate... A little short looking at this distance, eh? I want to guess it's about 22 tons, bet back at innards is 31 average. How the ♥♥♥♥ are we gonna weigh it?

Didn't have enough ammo to deal with any of that nonsense.

Now, normally I would carefully check loot content for anything that could cause a problem. But today I was loot hungry, starved for more than gin and basic ass tool sets. I wanted to loot all, get the map, and enough water to at least retire for a few days. I needed a break.

Get us the map, and wipe away the debts

It happened after I mistakenly ran out into no-mans land, hounded for the very thing I needed the most. The shanties were a breeze, found two water, a tac scanner, and no patrols were active. After seeing I had a full load, it was time to find the map and get to extract.

I've been working on a way to quickly dump all the container loot into my rig so I can get in and sweep where needed. I got greedy. Not only did I find the map doing this but unknowing dumped in neurouplinks. One uplink maybe but multiple? I was finished.

I stepped into no-mans land, avoiding the eurasions and cyborgs nearby. The scanner looked clear to run out, across the highway, and down to safety. But it wasn't clear. A squad of hunter killers awaited me in the settling dust clouds.

I remember horses. Beautiful, powerful creatures. That's exactly the sound I head approaching as the hunter killers indicators flairs up across my scanner. Enemies surround, but can I find a path out? Where's this horse?

It's not a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ horse, it an infernal quadruped cyborg machine that feeds off our terror. Never thought they could be so fast. It picked me up and made sure my head gave no further use to my attached body.

Story End

Additional context if interested: This was actually my last run in the game. First time ever being caught by the Grabber "dog". I had neurouplinks and the map for the AM mission in one container. I ran out into the highway area thinking it was safe but I didn't see the HK squad and Grabby through the dust. The indicators gave them away thankfully but he didn't let me sprint to extract. He wanted some bones again. Greedy pupper. Love Old Man, great quips in his dialogue. Had a long win streak with him when this happened. Now he can rest. RIP

Remember all you can hit "formatting help" to see all the text features. More appealing to read through some of the longer posts at least. Good luck scavs

[Cora]

Originally posted by space:

One of the funniest moments I've had was with the get 3 Merva tank debris and the kill the enemy commander missions active at the same time on Scorched Enclave. With the big mech Toothy running around I agro'd him over to a group of 3 or 4 Merva tanks and he came marching over and literally kicked them around like they were made of paper tossing them around the map. Hilarious to watch.

I love agro'ing large groups of enemies from around the timed spawn on this map and marching them over for Toothy to have his way with as well. Creating large battles using a 4x scope and positioning enemies to fight each other has become one of the funniest things about this game for me.

I cant wait until he is fully implemented and lore acurate. Toothy is just one of, but also possibly, the scariest foe in the lore.

[obsessedwithpineapples2223]

Why is it that whenever a squad of scavs goes to Scrapyard Nexus, multiple company sized elements of infantry disappear?

[Cora]

Originally posted by obsessedwithpineapples2223:

Why is it that whenever a squad of scavs goes to Scrapyard Nexus, multiple company sized elements of infantry disappear?

early access in-dev game... most likely.

[Arturius Pendragon]

Real question is. Where the ♥♥♥♥ is this Elephant? Great stories everyone! Hope you are blocking echo's terrible contribution to this otherwise creative forum. Great post Cora

[Arturius Pendragon]

Originally posted by Cora:

Originally posted by space:

One of the funniest moments I've had was with the get 3 Merva tank debris and the kill the enemy commander missions active at the same time on Scorched Enclave. With the big mech Toothy running around I agro'd him over to a group of 3 or 4 Merva tanks and he came marching over and literally kicked them around like they were made of paper tossing them around the map. Hilarious to watch.

I love agro'ing large groups of enemies from around the timed spawn on this map and marching them over for Toothy to have his way with as well. Creating large battles using a 4x scope and positioning enemies to fight each other has become one of the funniest things about this game for me.

I cant wait until he is fully implemented and lore acurate. Toothy is just one of, but also possibly, the scariest foe in the lore.

Agreed he is ON THE LOOSE, our AI fears manifest. Maybe we can bribe it with better upload speeds?

[Cora]

Originally posted by Arturius Pendragon:

Originally posted by Cora:

I cant wait until he is fully implemented and lore acurate. Toothy is just one of, but also possibly, the scariest foe in the lore.

Agreed he is ON THE LOOSE, our AI fears manifest. Maybe we can bribe it with better upload speeds?

Toothy just wants the meat off your bones. right now he seems to be linked together with either the Euruskan or Eurasian factions which means he ignores both of them... but i think that is a placeholder until he and his 'Roaches' can have their own unique faction ID in the code.... being a scav with already powerful enemies being given yet another immortal object on their side is depressing. once he is full on evil toothy grin wickedly hunting everybody equaly cant come soon enough for me. lol.

...when you are at the bottom, watching your enemies hunt each other is fun to witness from the shadows.

[Cora]

Originally posted by Arturius Pendragon:

Real question is. Where the ♥♥♥♥ is this Elephant? Great stories everyone! Hope you are blocking echo's terrible contribution to this otherwise creative forum. Great post Cora

it's a throw-away lvl 0 bot spammer. just report... likely they are a fan of some other game that is already established and just want to sew discord within our community to tarnish a project that has captured the imaginations of a hungry audience. people like that feel threatened by new ideas and new ways of thinking just as much as the idea of anyone but themselves being successful and beloved.

[Arturius Pendragon]

Originally posted by Cora:

Originally posted by Arturius Pendragon:

Agreed he is ON THE LOOSE, our AI fears manifest. Maybe we can bribe it with better upload speeds?

Toothy just wants the meat off your bones. right now he seems to be linked together with either the Euruskan or Eurasian factions which means he ignores both of them... but i think that is a placeholder until he and his 'Roaches' can have their own unique faction ID in the code.... being a scav with already powerful enemies being given yet another immortal object on their side is depressing. once he is full on evil toothy grin wickedly hunting everybody equaly cant come soon enough for me. lol.

...when you are at the bottom, watching your enemies hunt each other is fun to witness from the shadows.

I feel the same. Once his crew is fully unchained it will add a great mix of chaos and tension when they show up. I love to perch up on a ruined complex and watch it all play out, no HUD. I will spend as long as I can just watching before something scares me off.

The last time concept artist and visually driven people drove that focus into and indie title was The Forest developers. Really hoping that level of care shows in the end here so more people can witness the chaos in all it's beauty without maxing their GPUs.

[inotna2001]

I was happily looting stuff, I was distracted and I didn't notice a couple of soldiers was closing by, there was no other way out, I had to shoot to survive.

It alerted nearby patrols and I was getting surrounded, I was pinned down behind cover, suddenly they stopped shooting, I peeked, a nearby cyborg zombies was also pulled in by gunfire sound, they tore those soldiers to pieces.

Realizing I was probably next on the list, I looked for a route to escape, suddenly some of the zombie cyborgs turned away from me, they were bombarded by an exo with shells and machine gun fire. They rushed to the mech clawing and scratching it to no avail, the exo simply stomped them to death.

This was my chance, I booked it and ran towards extraction. I was quite a safe distance away from that chaos, I calmed down, extraction was in front of me, when in the corner of my eye I saw a storage room, greed took me over and I was happily looting stuff, I was distracted...

[Cora]

i enjoy seeing that others also enjoy giving out steam points for the stories people share here. i was certain id get a few clowns myself but feel it is a good thing for the community to be moved by our shared experiences.

[Cora]

Scorched Enclave,
'The Pocket'
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It happened again. There i was again, a routine snatch and grab. Heh! I've made this run many many times previously. I went out alone to see if i could collect water for the people back in The Innards, but that isnt how these things work. Sure, you have an eye out for what you want to find, but sometimes the chips don't line up right and you simply snatch what you can get, then run.

I have a method to it now. After entering the Enclave via the graveyard. i pay my respects by checking my weapons and switching my Spectre M4 to semi... then gauging my sights on my SVD. im low on reserve weapons of this type and i make a reminder to myself that i need to keep and eye out for Eurasian Officers for a chance shot at snagging a new model with a fresh scope. afterwards, i move off following the trail along and behind the rocks to see if any clues about today's war will offer up to me the 'no go' zones and get a feel of the direction each force is comming from.

you all know the usual, Eurasia often has a patrol of 'Cy'kies' (what i call Cyborgs when i cant be bothered to recall their real name under duress) on their brainless march back and forth just below the rocks... often times, Euruska has a troop of fantasy armor wearing nerds roaming up around the forward bunker, and there are always, always, ...drones or a turret which they need to clear frequently it seems.

Drones this time, a number of them explode overhead, as they do. i dont need parts from them today. i also only have a single large slot on my Rig and that means the Explosives i require as my alternate collection target, will need to wait until later today, as right now i simply need to secure water. Everything seems simple and predictable today. a smooth, snatch and grab.

I make my way up to the forward bunker, The usual location somebody conveniently trends to leave water and sometimes even a bonus stash of advanced quality medkits, but i can tell even from this distance there is nothing within there. No matter. im aware of other locations. i move into a crouch stance and keep low so as not to attract the attention of the cy'kies when out of nowhere, rounding the corner and for some bizzare reason... the Nerds (the Ruskies i mentioned earlier) have moved up right behind me. i spun around hearing their heavy footsteps and thinking better of a front line fight. i just run.

Yeeeeooom! I am gone! away from the nerds and right past the cy'kies i was trying to avoid earlier... i was so quick the they were all question marks as i took up a firing position behind a rock face with the wide open field to my back. that was close. ...ah but i didnt make a clean get away. the cy'kies followed me up to my rock but supressed .45APC headshots from my Spectre M4 settles that without issue. i really love how they stagger, running up on me, only to get hit by ammo meant for stopping large game.

Suddenly a Europan sniper team is behind me and im like 'What? What is going on here!?'. soon as i drop my immediate threat with my last Cy'ke i spun around ready to stun lock a 'jerk' (what i call the Eurpans) sniper only to realize there are 2 two of them with this party. Wham! i got smacked HARD. id been toughening up so it wasnt as bad as it would have been back when i was still green, but it still hurt like a motha'. One more shot, and im sure to be dead. i popped off alternating shots on the 2 snipers as their spotter brought up his weapon on me now too. i feel myself going cold from blood loss when i remember to add consuming a standard medkit, to my rotation, all i could manage the time for at the moment.

i got lucky with 2 back to back headshots on the snipers as i followed up going full ham on the spotter... but now a full Europan 'jerk' fireteam was quickly running up to me across my right shoulder. I knew i had to split as id get stuck on a reload while facing them and that could be trouble... not as if i wasnt in the thick of it already. I bolted again. now switching to my 2 advanced med kits at the ready for all heck to break loose which is what those things were for.

i no sooner had passed around a large boulder attempting to remain hidden from the line of sight of the fire team than another of those big F'Off Europan mechs seems to have materialized out of the stinking dusty skies directly behind me. Yep giant nut sa'... and all. (you know what i meant) and again... I RAN!

The Bunker i took refuge in this time was too close... i couldnt get up into the more secure room where i could get a visual of things going on... but there is a lower portion behind the wall at least. that F'Off mech was right above me. i made myself as small as i could as his gigantic looooooong boy gun stretched clean over my head and was thankfully; key point, not pointing at me. he was, apparently, lining up shots on the nerds from earlier at least. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! out went 3 loooong boy shots. BOOM BOOM BOOM down went an entire nerd squad. the shockwaves were deafening and i nearly lost my hat if it werent for my hoody holding it secure to my head. the pain of those shots in my ears was insane. i clasped my hands over them in vein to cease the pounding.

i had no visual of the space around me... 'Big Stick' up above me and nothing but walls all around me... i knew if i couldnt get a break soon someone would run up on me and then id have to manage hiding from a whole lousy mess of jerks and ol'Big Stick' would likely finish me off. I looked up to check and yes... F'off Giant Jerk Mech was still right above me... but i had to move. i knew i had to move. I was right in the middle of the pocket and i had to get away quick.

So... I Ran.