I play other games too! Oblivion IV, GTA IV, and soon, Fallout IV, or New Vegas if you want to break the trend. :)
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Loving the ninja mouse, Mettaur.
Does that mean my team is winning?
In other news, I would just like to draw everyone's attention to the Drunk Duck awards!
Anyone who would like to go over there and vote for Harkovast would be much appreciated!
I got one last year, and I really feel this year I can do even better.
The mafia posse have always really come through for me on stuff like this, so thanks in advance for all your support.
Anyway, back to the war…
Our side seems at least to be more active so that's always a plus. With Mettaur out of the way, the other side is down a miner. That means we have an economic advantage, since we can haul in more income (or are the only one's who can provide income, if Mett was their only miner). No cash to buy any upgrades is a bad thing.
Also:
…
Damn Hark. You did a pretty good job with those fortifications.
I would like to apologize for how late this is. Kind of have to put family first.
Narration 4: I don't have a name for it, leave me alone.
Hark looked at his fortress, he tilted his head to the side. "Well it looks nice?" he muttered, "But orders are orders" with a swift turn the cat man left his fortification and Garbonzobean behind. Moving to a new area, he began to set up a new fortification. This time he hauled various bricks to his working space. After several tedious hours of brick laying, he had what looked like sort of a wall… or a giant cat. Yep… he had made a giant statue of himself out of the bricks… how it served as a fortification, not even the narrator of this tale knows. Maybe just duck behind it and pray the mortar shells don't bring it down like the Berlin wall.
[spoiler] a new fortification has been build. [/spoiler]
Kroatz sat on the edge of his vehicle gazing down into the gaping hole that was his domain. "Yep… so my hunch that this was their base was wrong.." he muttered. "But at least I got to see my nice work." he shimmied down the edge of the barrel, peeping into the hole. Several squares with fangs snapped from the boiling lava pit below. "Hello my pets!" he called, the squares shut up, and then held up signs. "STRIKE" it read. With a frown Kroatz moved back to the cockpit, aimed his gun down the whole and fired. "SHOWS YOU TO FORM A UNION!" he howled.
Suddenly he heard his cellphone ring, quickly snatching it up he answer. "Hello Kroatz here, king of blowing shit up, pitch forks, and checkered toe nails, how may I help you?"
"You'll love this Kroatz." A voice came from the other end.
"A new gun you say?" Kroatz's face twisted into a wicked grin. "Crimson dogs won't know what hit em."
[Spoiler] A tank got the gun upgrade [/spoiler]
Same rolled up to the side of the river, he looked at it. "Okay…" he muttered, he was beginning to questions his general's orders. "Why… was I sent to a river?" he looked around, there was nothing there. Well there was a river… some grass, maybe a mushroom… A hobo. Wait a Hobo? This won't do. Same backed up the tank over the hobo.
[Spoiler] A hobo died. [/spoiler]
A massive sign sat before Jabberwalky, and below this sign was a hole. The sign read "Hark's totally secret bunker" he narrowed his eyes for a moment, questioning his teammate's judgment. What part of putting a massive sign over your bunker made it secret? He shook his head, nothing interesting happening around him.
[Spoiler] Hark's secret bunker, isn't so secret anymore. If it was ever secret to begin with. [/spoiler]
Product let out a sigh as he recieved his new orders. "Really? I don't get it, we had a viable source of income…" he shook his head as he opened his make shift gate. He headed for a new area, he arrived at the now 'battered' loot n' hooch. He kicked through the rubble, but found no sign of life. He frowned. "Could of been doing more productive things…"
[Spoiler] Product placement could be doing more important things. [/spoiler]
Quickly Jninja moved in, his eyes flickering about as he watched for any sign of life. Nothing came, with a grin he snuck in through the large oak doors, the smell of years of dust wafted into his nose. He felt it a shame to destroy such history, but on second thought, he didn't much care. Half the time he was too tanked to read words. He slid behind a aisle of items, placing his package gently.
[Spoiler] A surprise is waiting.[/spoiler]
The smell of cookies and other baked goods filled Maru's nostrils as she entered the little white building, she aimed her gun at them, half expecting something to jump out and kill her. But nothing came, all there was baked goods, and the occasional satanic teddy bears that would stare, stare deep into your soul, as if they planned to devour you alive. And a doll or two, which would pretty much do the same thing, except unlike the teddies they had better hair stylists. A faint wind went through the wind chimes, one of the teddies looked alive. Maru unloaded a clip into as her helmet fell over her eyes. It fell over, stuffing everywhere.
[Spoiler] One of Satan's followers has been eliminated [/spoiler]
Garbonzo left the fortification, she wasn't going to stay there by herself, she had work to do. And besides, the duct-tape Hark had used to hold on the turret was failing… it only aimed downwards, and she feared touching it would make it fall like a gamecube out the window when the Wii came out. She moved quickly to her next objective. Reaching it, she was not very impressed by what she saw. All it was, was river. Sparkling water, and nothing more… and a hobos corpse floating down from somewhere upstream… it had tread marks on it.
[Spoiler] GarbonzoBean discovers the beauty of nature. [/spoiler]
Attack Cycle begins
Also, a hint. Medics do have a second ability other than protecting someone.
If i manage kill anyone ill make an epic piece of art showing how chuffed i am with such a result. If not ill draw some anyway about how much I am saddened about it. Got a family BBQ tonight. I dont want to go! I cant smoke around family and im gonna be there for hours and hours and hours!
And damn hobo squished under my wheel. Maybe id better take orders. Or just move to more random spots and blow them up.
Cry Havoc
By Adam Warnock
Upon the peak see the raven maverick
Laughing at the blood and war
Let slip the mangy hounds and cry havoc
‘Tis a scene most tragic
To see the grim specter reap more and more
Upon the peak see the raven maverick
Fear and blood and cries dramatic
Mist dyed red upon the moor
Let slip the mangy hounds and cry havoc
Death stalks most pragmatic
As Charon readies his oar
Upon the peak see the raven maverick
Armies field into battle dogmatic
As the bard tells the lore
Let slip the mangy hounds and cry havoc
As history repeats thematic
The starry sky does bore
Upon the peak see the raven maverick
Let slip the mangy hounds and cry havoc
It's weekend. Weekends tend to be slow, what with the comics not updating and most people don't see the point in checking this site out.
Being a moderator on these days is a cakewalk. There's no fights to break up, no examples that have to be made, no nothing. Like being a hall monitor at a school, during snow day.
The problem with a grid based game (which seems to be bothering hark) is that we don't chose who we wish to attack, only wander around and hope that we end up finding an opponent that we can kill as opposed to vise verse. Once either side discovers the enemy base, it will be attacked until it is destroyed and it's game over. Hope that explains everything that needs to be said.
I actually like it, being a big battleship fan, myself.
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