This is my first attempt at a full playthrough of XCOM: Enemy Unknown. I'm playing on Classic Difficulty, Iron Man. My soldiers are friends from school and university.
The XCOM Project is an international initiative to prepare against attack by extraterrestrial forces.
Extraterrestrial forces have attacked.
XCOM has many bases. This is the tale of one.
XCOM Project Monthly Report - June 2015
Despite the grade, there was an air of smugness about the Council's representative, smugness tinged with relief, the sense of a precipice avoided. The patronising tone you reserve for a willing, gullible fall guy.
I made the difficult decision for them. Turned my back for the greater good. To avoid overstretch. To preserve our resources. To cut losses and fight where we're strong.
This was worse than racism and more dangerous than bigotry. This was the sly, subconscious act of a white, middleclass male given power - once again - to impose himself on the rest of humanity. The unthinking contempt of the developed world for what we deem the "undeveloped".
Why would Nigeria, South Africa and Egypt continue their support of XCOM, when we've done so little to deserve it?
Where are our satellites and birds? How often has the Skyranger flown for Montreal or Toronto, Manchester or Tijuana or Tokyo while people were kidnapped and killed in Pretoria, Cairo and Lagos? How many died at Kaduna, despite us?
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