Be it an RPG or Shooter you can just quickload out of or a Roguelike that ended on a final note, what are some of your epic (or hilarious) last stands that you pulled off? Did your character survive it, even?
So, having never-ever played this game before, and having not played a non-FTL roguelike for some time, I loaded up an easy mode Engineer. I was told that having so high skills early-game was pretty OP, so I took their advice and went at it.
At about Floor 8, I realized something horrible.
I had the starting Pistol, the Starting Knife, and the Starting Armor. I held all sorts of high-end crafting materials in my inventory, and I had three different armor mods in my inventory that I couldn't attach to my starting jumpsuit.
At level 10 I finally found a Rifle, that I was immediately able to pump into a Sniper Rifle and attach all sorts of nice mods. Still no armor.
At level 11, I realized my game was going to end soon. I had 50/380 Hunger, and no more food items. The robots were tearing through my body, as I had long ago lost my armor, pistol and blade to a giant acid-spewing protein of some sort. My trusty Rifle let me give as good as I got though, and there were a few med-bays I could recharge with.
And then I stopped in front of a door. It had a shield in front of it, meaning it was a room with lots of enemies and lots of ammo, and potentially guns and weapons. I was weak from -5/380 hunger, but I had full health. For the first time in a long time.
Taking a deep breath, I hacked the door and charged the room. I was set upon my Mk. II and Fast-Responce robots, and I faught valiantly and well. As I barely scraped by with some 30-40 hp, a horde of disease-carrying bats swarmed the room. I shot almost all of them down, but a few managed to bite and infect me. Carrying only a poison cure, I decided to try and tough it out.
Looting 3/4 crates of the room, I had around 5 hp and a lvl. 4 disease. I had found another Rifle, another starting pistol, and Shotgun ammo.
At 2 HP, the final container opened.
Polarized Armor, having enough slots for all the bio-mods I had collected prior. I still have the mental image of my large, intellgant Austran-accented man crying tears upon tears as he was finally putting on something he had spent so long searching for.
His entire life was flashing before his eyes. The miraculus level-up saves, the impossibly well-timed grenades, the complete fluke of assembling Razor Fists by accident. Even of home, his loving wife whom he hadn't seen in years, his two kids with one being a son that wanted to grow up just like him. His pride when he was selected to find a cure for his people.
Funny thing about this game is, everything is turn based. Putting on his armor takes two turns.
That's right, just as the first turn of putting on his armor passed, his latent disease progressed to Level Five, instantly killing him.
He died, cold and alone on a hostile Alien floor, amidst the broken ruins of robots and corpses of aliens, Polarized Armor only half-on.
His digital assistant helped countless other people like himself, as it had all kinds of information on the aliens, expertly decoded messages, and life-saving recipies. But his digital assistint had grown to like it's owner over the course of it's adventures.
When the recovery team broke in to retrieve it, all it had the battery life left to do was display a picture it's master had uploaded to it. It was a picture of him and his family, smiling in front of the new house they were able to buy with his wages.
His body wasn't able to be recovered. It had been corroded and infected to an unrecognizable state. Only his Damaged Sniper Rifle and Digital Assistant was able to be recovered.
To this day, I still imagine him lying there, dead as his ansestors, but still clinging to his half-put-on armor. I haven't played the game since.
At about Floor 8, I realized something horrible.
I had the starting Pistol, the Starting Knife, and the Starting Armor. I held all sorts of high-end crafting materials in my inventory, and I had three different armor mods in my inventory that I couldn't attach to my starting jumpsuit.
At level 10 I finally found a Rifle, that I was immediately able to pump into a Sniper Rifle and attach all sorts of nice mods. Still no armor.
At level 11, I realized my game was going to end soon. I had 50/380 Hunger, and no more food items. The robots were tearing through my body, as I had long ago lost my armor, pistol and blade to a giant acid-spewing protein of some sort. My trusty Rifle let me give as good as I got though, and there were a few med-bays I could recharge with.
And then I stopped in front of a door. It had a shield in front of it, meaning it was a room with lots of enemies and lots of ammo, and potentially guns and weapons. I was weak from -5/380 hunger, but I had full health. For the first time in a long time.
Taking a deep breath, I hacked the door and charged the room. I was set upon my Mk. II and Fast-Responce robots, and I faught valiantly and well. As I barely scraped by with some 30-40 hp, a horde of disease-carrying bats swarmed the room. I shot almost all of them down, but a few managed to bite and infect me. Carrying only a poison cure, I decided to try and tough it out.
Looting 3/4 crates of the room, I had around 5 hp and a lvl. 4 disease. I had found another Rifle, another starting pistol, and Shotgun ammo.
At 2 HP, the final container opened.
Polarized Armor, having enough slots for all the bio-mods I had collected prior. I still have the mental image of my large, intellgant Austran-accented man crying tears upon tears as he was finally putting on something he had spent so long searching for.
His entire life was flashing before his eyes. The miraculus level-up saves, the impossibly well-timed grenades, the complete fluke of assembling Razor Fists by accident. Even of home, his loving wife whom he hadn't seen in years, his two kids with one being a son that wanted to grow up just like him. His pride when he was selected to find a cure for his people.
Funny thing about this game is, everything is turn based. Putting on his armor takes two turns.
That's right, just as the first turn of putting on his armor passed, his latent disease progressed to Level Five, instantly killing him.
He died, cold and alone on a hostile Alien floor, amidst the broken ruins of robots and corpses of aliens, Polarized Armor only half-on.
His digital assistant helped countless other people like himself, as it had all kinds of information on the aliens, expertly decoded messages, and life-saving recipies. But his digital assistint had grown to like it's owner over the course of it's adventures.
When the recovery team broke in to retrieve it, all it had the battery life left to do was display a picture it's master had uploaded to it. It was a picture of him and his family, smiling in front of the new house they were able to buy with his wages.
His body wasn't able to be recovered. It had been corroded and infected to an unrecognizable state. Only his Damaged Sniper Rifle and Digital Assistant was able to be recovered.
To this day, I still imagine him lying there, dead as his ansestors, but still clinging to his half-put-on armor. I haven't played the game since.
