Posted 22 November 2012 - 08:27 AM
Lost a CI game. Posting because it was a great mix of good and bad times.
First I cursed that single steam in the lowest level but decided to go with it.
Then I needed to adjust my field tactics to the grinding of classic - scout forward, ready to get back to cover if aliens are triggered, the rest of the squad trigger happy. Lost a squad or two before I caved into this far less exciting play. Almost quit (not ragequit, just to restart with newly gained experience) twice.
Finally got on track, but taking on the base mission was necessary if I didn't want to lose three or four council members. Call it echo of those lost missions. So I took the mission, it went flawlessly and I felt pretty good, naturally. The only thing bothering me was lack of alloys, I wasn't able to build weapons, armour, nothing.
Finally a small scout comes around, landed. Three vets (B team) and three squaddies. Starting in a middle of a shallow stream, the first move needed to be longer than wished for. Bam, a squad of Muttons is triggered and one of the squaddies is down. The second one panics and shoots the third, who was already wounded. More panicking, but the rest clears Muttons and the map.
Than we open the UFO. Three Sectoid commanders, who would not have been there if I didn't take the base mission... Three soldiers mind controlled, team lost.
I'll shorten this. It took time and a lot of sacrifice to train new squad. Lack of alloys kept pressing on me, no way to build titan armour and low survivability of rookies. But I did manage to get an elerium generator running and a satellite nexus built. Four satellites will be built before the end of the month, this should do for now, but we're just one country short of defeat.
A big UFO lands, A team is scrambled - those who weren't wounded. Things go phenomenal, I see the light, but a Mutton elite squad appears at the end of that tunnel. My only real psycho, who isn't as powerful as one would hope for, fails every attempt of mind control (three in a row, all 75% chance or something), so the agony was dragging for quite a long time. Our soldiers really gave all they had. Muttons one-shot killed most of the squad, and finally even the psycho was gunned down.
We should have fled, but things were desperate on a global scale. Now, they were worse.
Just before the end of the month I start sending out satellites. Four countries panicking, four satellites. Jut right. Unless... Unless one already has a satellite.
Thus ended the agony, Earth is lost this time. But we'll be back.