Descent into Hell: Everything is a Miserable Nightmare (Now with flavor!)

[chemical_art]

"None of you understand. I am not locked in here with you. You are locked in with me."

I am not one to believe in reincarnation, but the odds seem to be I have been dealt a bad hand:



As I woke up yet another time in this body of mine, I now find myself in the belly of the beast. The race who so viciously destroyed everything I loved has captured me. My reaction...was not pleasant.

I think I have hit rock bottom this time, so I think I have nothing to lose by playing rough. I know I will think this many times soon.

This world of mine has certainly gave me a vicious blow. Even the breaking of my chains, when all the odds are in my favor, has proven a miserable exercise. It is like even physics hate me: MY mass drivers don't intercept shots, but THEIRS do.




With my ship dripping with the blood of the escape pods I ran over in my firefight, I am able to gaze upon the virgin solar system that I shall wreck in good time:



I see that on the strategic level I am also in deep trouble. Potential allies are weak and despise me, the few who are strong are also those who must die.

There is a lot of work to do.

[keith.lamothe]

Beware, for the Intergalactic Garbage Man approacheth!

... as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly buried in toxic sludge

[chemical_art]

RCI mechanics are broke, but I will redo a game soon that will attempt to even the odds:

As anyone tried a Nightmare / Nightmare game before? Think that will even the odds.

Rewritten, I am going whole hog to see where this will lead me.

[chemical_art]

Have you ever seen a planet sick? The death knells of a planet doing its best to recover, but being overcome through no fault of its own? I watched it happen. I saw those iconoclast ghosts poison my very world with their continuous probes.

I decided I would return the favor



I then helped these flappy bird like things get space flight. The price was right and they are suicidal livestock. What's not to love? I think they are too stupid to actually be a threat. I just need them to breed. To that end, I provided them "Hydra's patented fertility serum".



I actually stole the serum from the fella I cheated off of many lives ago. The stuff still rocks! Also, I bashed some hippy birds to help keep the societal peace. That was fun.



These introverted pigs then got some space flight. Their world is so awful, I would feel pity if I could. I will let them wither in peace.



I gave the big heads some tech as well. I am accumulating a bit of a stash.

[chemical_art]

The nightmares...they keep crying out:

"Raiders of 1 flagship have enough troops to wipe out a population of 1 billion!"

They are getting louder.

[keith.lamothe]

"Raiders of 1 flagship have enough troops to wipe out a population of 1 billion!"

Grammar was the first to die.

The idea of a blackbeard-the-pirate kind of guy with effective kinetic weaponry (i.e. ships that go fast) leads rapidly to the conclusion that planetary populations are a bad idea.