Crotchduster decides to be brave and venture out into other star systems. Partly because everyone around the ones he's been in is insane or getting attacked by Dominators or on a crusade to rid the world of mineral gatherers.
Oh look another hippy
And no, I'm
not setting out to kill
anyone at the moment, get the fuck out
Instead, I treat myself to a third weapon. A Lezka. I'm not sure what a Lezka is, but it looks menacing.
With my industrial mining laser, my fragment cannon and The Lezka, I am ready to take on the world.
12%.
Please tell me he means... actually, I can't think of any good way to spin that. Any positive way he could have meant it. Oh god the universe is so screwed and Cadet Crotchduster will not live to see the victory because
there won't be a victory. Who told me to put the Dominators on hard again?
Okay, Bitchboy.
That's it. I gave you every fucking chance. I put up with your wackiness. I peacefully let you go. I accepted your jibes as the impotent anger of an inferior, and let you go.
But now I have had enough.
You will not live to see the victory.
Ahh'm not intaraisted in da looot. I want da bountay.
A moment of tense silence as the space fireworks erupt. And then... a ship flies out of the debris...
Let's listen to our favourite song.
And then I realise that, having spent two weeks chasing him around, I won't have time to fulfil my mission before the deadline.
Wearily, I reload, confident in the knowledge that Bitchboy is at my mercy. Cadet Crotchduster will dispose of him at his leisure.
Shields are more important than damage dealt. This is a stupid item. I am selling it.
ha ha ha very fucking funny aren't we a fucking comedian how've you recovered from your fucking suicidal assaults on innocent rangers when I'm supposed to be protecting you you cunt
I decide to test out my new weaponry on a passing pirate.
You're barely doing me any damage and you're running away.
This isn't a good time to demand money from me.
To show off his strength, he then activates his boosts and legs it to the nearest planet to have his ship repaired. I follow and do likewise. I like to imagine the two of us making obscene gestures across the hangar while we wait.
goddamnit will you die
And then I have a cunning plan (!)
The transport, promising his aid, immediately turns around and goes chasing after someone else. Sighing, I continue pursuing the pirate.
Sigh.
Pretty sure it was a close run though.
I can't work out if he's supposed to be drunk or if it's just the stunning translation at work again.
Anyway, angry at my failure to defeat the tiny stupid pirate ship, I need something to take it out on. Some
one. A bitch, if you will.
There we go.
Hunting the Bitchboy, I land on the nearest planet to refuel and repair. Unable to spot him for the moment, I ask for a quest to pass the time.
How dare you, sir? Crotchduster is no janitor, taking on... safe jobs... with a guaranteed decent pay... on the ground... away from insane space people...
I accept.
Oh.
That kind of cleaning.
I decide that most of my robots will have four rocket arms. I'm smart like that.
YEAH GO GET THEM DUDE WITH THE.. repair arms? Why are you in the lead? Get the hell back here.
Taking over this room goes reasonably well.
Defending this base does not.
Jesus Christ. I have a whole island to simultaneously take over and defend with only eight units. This is ridiculous.
The battle starts swinging against me. Time to randomly rush bases with no real plan or coordination! This is the key to victory, brothers!
Down to the last man on this side of the island. I backpedal frantically, shooting down robots who come close and using my turrets for help. I... take out five or six.
goddamnit
goddamnit
fuck this
Oh, er, well, you see, the thing is...
I try playing it smooth with the second option.
No, Crotchduster. He didn't buy it.
Well.
Looks like this has taken a turn...
...
For the interesting.