Great story coil! <!--emo&:D--><img src="http://www.natural-selection.org/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/biggrin.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':D'><!--endemo-->
<!--QuoteBegin--coil+Oct. 12 2002,15:37--></span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td><b>Quote</b> (coil @ Oct. 12 2002,15:37)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE"><!--QuoteEBegin-->Flayra complained later about "Fades that wouldn't die"...<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span id='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> So then he tweaks the regeneration to be weaker. <!--emo&:D--><img src="http://www.natural-selection.org/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/biggrin.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':D'><!--endemo-->
Good story, Coil. I have to admit I was rooting for the Marines... <!--emo&:p--><img src="http://www.natural-selection.org/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/tounge.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':p'><!--endemo-->
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<!--QuoteBegin--coil+Oct. 12 2002,16:37--></span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td><b>Quote</b> (coil @ Oct. 12 2002,16:37)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE"><!--QuoteEBegin-->He ran, but his stubby legs could not carry him fast enough, and he fell to the deadly fire of a marine's HMG. A tense finale, but ultimately decided by the marines' high-tech advantage.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span id='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> i can SO imagine that
Hehehe, the onos will have a hard time squiching the heavy armored marines. lol i can imagin it too.
Die you stupid marine die. stomp stomp stomp why the hell wount you die. stomp stomp stomp Diiiieeee gdi. arrr the hell with this i'll go for a weaker marine.
*onos steps on HA marine* HA Marine: hey man could you kinda get off me...? Onos: ?? wait a second how are you still alive...? Marine #2: He's distracted, GET HIM! *firesquad of 50341543 marines jumps out and blast onos to many small pieces.* Marine #2: thanks for being the bait bob. HA Marine: Tch this footprint will NEVER come out of my armor!
humbabaThat Exciting Tales From the Frontline GuyJoin Date: 2002-01-25Member: 86Members, NS1 Playtester, Contributor
A little while ago, in the vein of kicking Lvl 5 ###, we had a game on NS_Eclipse. The game had gone on for a good half hour to 45 minutes, and we, the marines, had a great deal of resources. Our commander was handing out lots of heavy armor and potent guns, but due to our carelessness (marines tend to get less tight knit as they grow more confident (IE: wearing HA) and less careful), we were fighting a losing battle. Marines would tend to grab the nearest havey armor and run out the doors to the marine start.
I was in the process of fortifying a hive with a few fellow marines. We had been beating back a duo of two fades and a gorge and they had kept returning. Becoming less and less confident in our ability to hold the hive, and less and less confiedent in my ability to stay alive, I asked the commander to place a phase gate. He did, and I died in the process of setting it up. By the time I respawned, The gate was up between the marine start and the hive. I had typed "take the gate! take the gate!" and hit enter on spawning. I ran to an HMG on the floor of the marien start and picked it up. Just then, a Fade stepped through the gate. Obviously confused, he fired off an acid rocket before making a break for the door of the marine start as the turrets locked on. I Gunned him down. I ran through the gate and was joined by only 2 of my 7 comrades. I saw a Fade look me in the eye as I phased in. I squeezed the trigger and my HMG tore the fade to gooey shreds. "MY HIVE!!!" I typed madly. By now, the gate was almost dead. We hadnt enough reinforcements to hold off the newly arriving fades and we were brutally slashed and battered with acid rockets until we were all dead in that hive. We went through about 2 minutes of utter chaos. Our commander frustratedly dropped equipment and marines foolishly snatched it up, ran off one by one, and were killed. Finally, I had enough. "EVERYONE STOP RUNNING OFF" I yell. "Follow me", "we'll take the right door". I run to the right hand door of the marine start and open it. Webs. As far as the eye can see. Webs fill the hallway and the doorway. "ooooooo.K. Left". The entire marine team heads left. I am carrying a shotgun, and am accompanied by 3 heavy armor marines and 3 regular marines. Many tote HMGs and shotguns. We step out of the door and begin walkign down the hallway, staying close. Our commander places a waypoint at a T Junction in the hall. Just then, we hear stomping. Boom! Boom!. "Oh ####! lvl 5" someone says. We keep walkign and reach the waypoint. Looking down a long hallway, which slowly ramps downward, we see Grendel. He's big, he's mean, he's a few tons of solid Muscle. He looks angry. Letting out a terrifying roar, the Onos charges up the ramped hallway, gathering momentum like a Locomotive. His horn turns down as the gallop picks up. Over voice comm, marines yell "RUN!!!!" and "HOLY ####!". Heavy machine guns open up as the Lvl 5 grows closer and close. Typing "DIE!!!!!", I let loose shell after shell. Charging headlong into our squad, Grendel impales one of my fellow marines in one bone jarring impact. Grendel recovers from his own adrenaline high as we scatter. Confused, or maybe just feeling the pain of having 3 Heavies blasting away at him, the Onos tears aroudn in a circle, attempting to skewer us on his horns, but failing. I whirl down into a crouched position and continue to pump as many shells as I can into the very center of the Onos. Making every pellet count. Finally, he turns and runs. Charging off down the hallway, he is chased by a thousand bullets. We race after him down the hallway, with the Heavy Armors providing a barrage of support. Storm, having run out of ammo, draws her pistol and opens fire, delivering the killing blow. We spent a good minute or two just celebrating, knifing the Carcass and happily jumping around. Finally . .we turned to go off to the hive we had previously tried to secure. Hearing stomping again, we readied our guns. We stepped through the door to a hall leading to the hive. An Onos tore right toward us. Within 20 seconds, the entire squad was dead. Hey, you win some, you lose some.
Well i was going to post, whoat heres a woman playing as a pt, but then again, that would have gotten it nuked, from previous notes of all and any sexual orientation, presecne being wiped clean.
Wow great story. Intense, i can't wait to play this. I was laughing my ### of when you said celabrating and knifing the corps of onos. lol lmao rofl. <!--emo&:)--><img src="http://www.natural-selection.org/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/smile.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':)'><!--endemo--> <!--emo&:D--><img src="http://www.natural-selection.org/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/biggrin.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':D'><!--endemo-->
Yeah Humbaba, that was definitely a moment to remember. And to all the people who have never played NS, I'll tell you now that there is NOTHING like hearing the booming footsteps of an onos as he roars and charges at you head on. It certainly gives a nice adrenaline rush <!--emo&:)--><img src="http://www.natural-selection.org/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/smile.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':)'><!--endemo--> But on that perticular map, the onos encounter was *perfect* Our team had rounded the a corner, and looked down it. It was a long, long hallway that head downwards on a slant. At the exact opposite end, was the lvl 5. There was a short pause, and then the onos let out a primal scream and charged at us. At the same moment it roared, our team's voice com came alive. Half of us screaming "RUN AWAY" the other half, "KILL IT!" But as soon as we were finished speaking, the onos was already right next to us, tearing a marine apart, so we really had no choice but to bring that sucker down. So guys, don't go thinking that the lvl 5 is near impossible to kill, because a whole team or marines with pistols and lmgs will pwn that bad boy <!--emo&;)--><img src="http://www.natural-selection.org/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/wink.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=';)'><!--endemo--> NS is a great game, but you'll really realise it when you are (or are on the receiving end of) an onos.
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<!--QuoteBegin--humbaba+Oct. 13 2002,01:05--></span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td><b>Quote</b> (humbaba @ Oct. 13 2002,01:05)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE"><!--QuoteEBegin--> We spent a good minute or two just celebrating, knifing the Carcass and happily jumping around.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span id='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> ROFL
<!--QuoteBegin--Cork2+Oct. 12 2002,23:04--></span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td><b>Quote</b> (Cork2 @ Oct. 12 2002,23:04)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE"><!--QuoteEBegin-->Hehehe, the onos will have a hard time squiching the heavy armored marines.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span id='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> .... only if he can't hit them. Otherwise it's pancake time.
Onos not fear HA marines! Onos fear squad of light armored marines with LMGS and pistols! <!--emo&;)--><img src="http://www.natural-selection.org/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/wink.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=';)'><!--endemo-->
<!--QuoteBegin--Kusanagi+Oct. 13 2002,14:35--></span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td><b>Quote</b> (Kusanagi @ Oct. 13 2002,14:35)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE"><!--QuoteEBegin-->I believe you mean jetpacks and knives.... Wow this is a long thread.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span id='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> I don't believe an onos has ever been knifed in an actual battle..
If anyone has, care to tell us a story? <!--emo&:p--><img src="http://www.natural-selection.org/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/tounge.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':p'><!--endemo-->
<!--QuoteBegin--Kusanagi+Oct. 13 2002,06:35--></span><table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"><tr><td><b>Quote</b> (Kusanagi @ Oct. 13 2002,06:35)</td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE"><!--QuoteEBegin-->I believe you mean jetpacks and knives.... Wow this is a long thread.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span id='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> I believe this refers to a story where Humbaba knifes an Onos after everyone else is killed and the aliens are basicly just playing. I can't remember for sure though, and I don't have the concentration to find any thing that's 10 or more pages old.
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So then he tweaks the regeneration to be weaker. <!--emo&:D--><img src="http://www.natural-selection.org/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/biggrin.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':D'><!--endemo-->
Good story, Coil. I have to admit I was rooting for the Marines... <!--emo&:p--><img src="http://www.natural-selection.org/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/tounge.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':p'><!--endemo-->
i can SO imagine that
gg <!--emo&:D--><img src="http://www.natural-selection.org/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/biggrin.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':D'><!--endemo-->
run gorge run!
I guess that happens more often with the inclusion of heavy armor to balance out Onos.
Anyway- fun story Coil! =) It's a shame the aliens lost this one, but heck of a job keeping them jarheads on their toes.
Die you stupid marine die. stomp stomp stomp why the hell wount you die. stomp stomp stomp Diiiieeee gdi. arrr the hell with this i'll go for a weaker marine.
I know ones can't talk i was just making a joke.
HA Marine: hey man could you kinda get off me...?
Onos: ?? wait a second how are you still alive...?
Marine #2: He's distracted, GET HIM!
*firesquad of 50341543 marines jumps out and blast onos to many small pieces.*
Marine #2: thanks for being the bait bob.
HA Marine: Tch this footprint will NEVER come out of my armor!
I was in the process of fortifying a hive with a few fellow marines. We had been beating back a duo of two fades and a gorge and they had kept returning. Becoming less and less confident in our ability to hold the hive, and less and less confiedent in my ability to stay alive, I asked the commander to place a phase gate. He did, and I died in the process of setting it up.
By the time I respawned, The gate was up between the marine start and the hive. I had typed "take the gate! take the gate!" and hit enter on spawning. I ran to an HMG on the floor of the marien start and picked it up. Just then, a Fade stepped through the gate. Obviously confused, he fired off an acid rocket before making a break for the door of the marine start as the turrets locked on. I Gunned him down. I ran through the gate and was joined by only 2 of my 7 comrades. I saw a Fade look me in the eye as I phased in. I squeezed the trigger and my HMG tore the fade to gooey shreds. "MY HIVE!!!" I typed madly. By now, the gate was almost dead. We hadnt enough reinforcements to hold off the newly arriving fades and we were brutally slashed and battered with acid rockets until we were all dead in that hive.
We went through about 2 minutes of utter chaos. Our commander frustratedly dropped equipment and marines foolishly snatched it up, ran off one by one, and were killed.
Finally, I had enough. "EVERYONE STOP RUNNING OFF" I yell. "Follow me", "we'll take the right door". I run to the right hand door of the marine start and open it. Webs. As far as the eye can see. Webs fill the hallway and the doorway. "ooooooo.K. Left". The entire marine team heads left. I am carrying a shotgun, and am accompanied by 3 heavy armor marines and 3 regular marines. Many tote HMGs and shotguns. We step out of the door and begin walkign down the hallway, staying close.
Our commander places a waypoint at a T Junction in the hall. Just then, we hear stomping. Boom! Boom!. "Oh ####! lvl 5" someone says. We keep walkign and reach the waypoint. Looking down a long hallway, which slowly ramps downward, we see Grendel. He's big, he's mean, he's a few tons of solid Muscle. He looks angry. Letting out a terrifying roar, the Onos charges up the ramped hallway, gathering momentum like a Locomotive. His horn turns down as the gallop picks up. Over voice comm, marines yell "RUN!!!!" and "HOLY ####!". Heavy machine guns open up as the Lvl 5 grows closer and close. Typing "DIE!!!!!", I let loose shell after shell. Charging headlong into our squad, Grendel impales one of my fellow marines in one bone jarring impact.
Grendel recovers from his own adrenaline high as we scatter. Confused, or maybe just feeling the pain of having 3 Heavies blasting away at him, the Onos tears aroudn in a circle, attempting to skewer us on his horns, but failing. I whirl down into a crouched position and continue to pump as many shells as I can into the very center of the Onos. Making every pellet count. Finally, he turns and runs. Charging off down the hallway, he is chased by a thousand bullets. We race after him down the hallway, with the Heavy Armors providing a barrage of support. Storm, having run out of ammo, draws her pistol and opens fire, delivering the killing blow.
We spent a good minute or two just celebrating, knifing the Carcass and happily jumping around. Finally . .we turned to go off to the hive we had previously tried to secure. Hearing stomping again, we readied our guns. We stepped through the door to a hall leading to the hive. An Onos tore right toward us. Within 20 seconds, the entire squad was dead.
Hey, you win some, you lose some.
<!--EDIT|humbaba|Oct. 13 2002,01:07-->
But on that perticular map, the onos encounter was *perfect*
Our team had rounded the a corner, and looked down it. It was a long, long hallway that head downwards on a slant. At the exact opposite end, was the lvl 5. There was a short pause, and then the onos let out a primal scream and charged at us. At the same moment it roared, our team's voice com came alive. Half of us screaming "RUN AWAY" the other half, "KILL IT!" But as soon as we were finished speaking, the onos was already right next to us, tearing a marine apart, so we really had no choice but to bring that sucker down. So guys, don't go thinking that the lvl 5 is near impossible to kill, because a whole team or marines with pistols and lmgs will pwn that bad boy <!--emo&;)--><img src="http://www.natural-selection.org/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/wink.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=';)'><!--endemo-->
NS is a great game, but you'll really realise it when you are (or are on the receiving end of) an onos.
<!--EDIT|[F.o.R]Storm|Oct. 13 2002,02:31-->
I DEMAND MORE!!1 <!--emo&;)--><img src="http://www.natural-selection.org/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/wink.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=';)'><!--endemo-->
ROFL
i can so imagine that ^_^
"look mommy! i killed an onos!"
"One Onos kills you a lot, two kills you more."... or maybe it was "Who dares wins."... I forgot.
hehehe <!--emo&:)--><img src="http://www.natural-selection.org/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/smile.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':)'><!--endemo-->
.... only if he can't hit them. Otherwise it's pancake time.
I don't believe an onos has ever been knifed in an actual battle..
If anyone has, care to tell us a story? <!--emo&:p--><img src="http://www.natural-selection.org/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/tounge.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':p'><!--endemo-->
Greedo doesn't count.
I believe this refers to a story where Humbaba knifes an Onos after everyone else is killed and the aliens are basicly just playing. I can't remember for sure though, and I don't have the concentration to find any thing that's 10 or more pages old.