View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7a_fXfPur0I
a cool vid that tells some lore, and looks at the units and Legendary Figures in game and that the innards might be one of the few places that have all 3 powers have embassy teams.
Springbreaker - A Forever Winter Planquest
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View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7a_fXfPur0I
a cool vid that tells some lore, and looks at the units and Legendary Figures in game and that the innards might be one of the few places that have all 3 powers have embassy teams.
Reads post, well we have a lot of work to try and start to fix things.
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Hmmm, so Mother Courages are Eurasian after all and even worse, Japanese.
Also that cyborgs are able to use guns when they first start out but turn into a zombie after being revived how many times, and like that the legendary units are very cool like one man army with a badass helmet and american pyro that even Europa doesn't know who he is and red baron mech being fun and think like the gun tree that some history has been unknowingly partly remembered.
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How successful, capable, and notable should they be?
Other than that, maybe run with the Tank Crew having been Ship of Thesus'd between tanks, members, and so on.
With the Eod I would go for being maybe well known in whatever battlefield he is at but not truly a legendary figure think like a WW1 ace but not one of the well-known ones. If the tank crew is the one I do, then I will probably go with them being survivors rather than being feared by the enemy so to speak.
Ok, I have decided on writing the EOD soldier omake I'm going to start on it now I don't know when it will be truly done though.
Ok, I have decided on writing the EOD soldier omake I'm going to start on it now I don't know when it will be truly done though.
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Immortal Henry [Canon]
While I don't think this omake is my best writing and I definitely went overboard on some things like the religious overtones I think it is at least readable I hope it is at least enjoyable for some of you.
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When you had received the orders to try and reclaim the depot of the holy angel, you did not expect your day to go the way it did. The sound of high-pitched ringing echoes in your ear like a tank had just fired past your ears. Even through your heavily reinforced helmet, your vision is still blurry from whatever hit you—maybe a grenade. You're not sure. As you try to regain your vision and hearing, your mind starts to wander. Flashes of your past and achievements flash before you, like the training slide shows you had been shown when first chosen to be enrolled in the Europan army.
A decision that was a blessing bestowed on you by Europa itself lifted from the enclaves that had once been your home into your new role as immortal Henry. The name was chosen by your fellow defenders of Europa due to your survival despite what the Eurasian and Euruskan dogs throw at you first seen when a bunker outpost thought to be lost by command was found covered in the bodies of Euruskans, the sole inhabitant of said bunker being yourself, the armor you wore bearing hundreds of scars from shrapnel and bullets, but you had survived, and similar instances happened again and again.
Another flash in your mind led you to think about the armor you bore. While you had once thought that you had been chosen to join the Europan heavy infantry thanks to your immense size and strength, you had long learned that to think was not your job. As the words and sentences that were scrawled all across your armor said, your only job was to hold the line for Europa and to break the charge of the dogs, nothing more, nothing less. The trophies that hung from every outcropping on your armor proved that you had done just that. The false crosses and regalia of Euruskan soldiers, if you could call the mutated meat puppets that, and then from the Eurasians, you had some difficulty deciding what to take from them, but you had at one point decided to carve out the names of their false idols, which had created all of their equipment, and while you could not read the names, you knew they must have meant something just as the engravings on your M60 showed which forge angel of Europa had created them the angel of U.S. Ordinance.
All of these flashes finally came to an end when your mind had regained its senses. You were looking up at the roof of the blessed depot, which had been used to repair and hold some of the revered exos true symbols of Europa's superiority. When you expected the odd languages of the Eruskans or maybe the Eurasians to be spoken over you as you lay on the ground somewhat propped on what you think is a pile of replacement parts. Instead, you heard three distinct accents, but all in Europan. "Is he the target we were supposed to kill? I mean, he looks tough, but for how much the Euruskans are paying, I expected more, though we did ambush them with a lot of grenades."
The revelation finally dawned on you: these were scavs, nothing more than rats sabotaging Europa for their Euruskan masters. As they continued to speak distracted among themselves, you curled your hand around the grip of your M60 before swinging your arm horizontally while holding the trigger, killing all three of them in one fell swoop. As you finally got to your feet, the chunks of flesh and muscle strewn across the depot floor, the massive building empty of any life except yourself. The explosions the scavs detonated must have eliminated the infantry that had been sent with you, but as any good Europan would, they sacrificed their lives for Europa. The five exos that had been stationed here during the original fall of the depot were still here, and once again Europa had won the day with great success. A few more, and Europa will crush the Euruskan and Eurasian bugs for good. These were your thoughts as you pressed the button on your radio to confirm your success and to ask for more reinforcements to defend this holy site.
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When you had received the orders to try and reclaim the depot of the holy angel, you did not expect your day to go the way it did. The sound of high-pitched ringing echoes in your ear like a tank had just fired past your ears. Even through your heavily reinforced helmet, your vision is still blurry from whatever hit you—maybe a grenade. You're not sure. As you try to regain your vision and hearing, your mind starts to wander. Flashes of your past and achievements flash before you, like the training slide shows you had been shown when first chosen to be enrolled in the Europan army.
A decision that was a blessing bestowed on you by Europa itself lifted from the enclaves that had once been your home into your new role as immortal Henry. The name was chosen by your fellow defenders of Europa due to your survival despite what the Eurasian and Euruskan dogs throw at you first seen when a bunker outpost thought to be lost by command was found covered in the bodies of Euruskans, the sole inhabitant of said bunker being yourself, the armor you wore bearing hundreds of scars from shrapnel and bullets, but you had survived, and similar instances happened again and again.
Another flash in your mind led you to think about the armor you bore. While you had once thought that you had been chosen to join the Europan heavy infantry thanks to your immense size and strength, you had long learned that to think was not your job. As the words and sentences that were scrawled all across your armor said, your only job was to hold the line for Europa and to break the charge of the dogs, nothing more, nothing less. The trophies that hung from every outcropping on your armor proved that you had done just that. The false crosses and regalia of Euruskan soldiers, if you could call the mutated meat puppets that, and then from the Eurasians, you had some difficulty deciding what to take from them, but you had at one point decided to carve out the names of their false idols, which had created all of their equipment, and while you could not read the names, you knew they must have meant something just as the engravings on your M60 showed which forge angel of Europa had created them the angel of U.S. Ordinance.
All of these flashes finally came to an end when your mind had regained its senses. You were looking up at the roof of the blessed depot, which had been used to repair and hold some of the revered exos true symbols of Europa's superiority. When you expected the odd languages of the Eruskans or maybe the Eurasians to be spoken over you as you lay on the ground somewhat propped on what you think is a pile of replacement parts. Instead, you heard three distinct accents, but all in Europan. "Is he the target we were supposed to kill? I mean, he looks tough, but for how much the Euruskans are paying, I expected more, though we did ambush them with a lot of grenades."
The revelation finally dawned on you: these were scavs, nothing more than rats sabotaging Europa for their Euruskan masters. As they continued to speak distracted among themselves, you curled your hand around the grip of your M60 before swinging your arm horizontally while holding the trigger, killing all three of them in one fell swoop. As you finally got to your feet, the chunks of flesh and muscle strewn across the depot floor, the massive building empty of any life except yourself. The explosions the scavs detonated must have eliminated the infantry that had been sent with you, but as any good Europan would, they sacrificed their lives for Europa. The five exos that had been stationed here during the original fall of the depot were still here, and once again Europa had won the day with great success. A few more, and Europa will crush the Euruskan and Eurasian bugs for good. These were your thoughts as you pressed the button on your radio to confirm your success and to ask for more reinforcements to defend this holy site.
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Don't think you went overboard with them it makes sense that after surviving all that and being unintentionally gaslighted by your fellow soldiers and enemy that it would worm itself heavily into anyone's head, especially that there isn't exactly a lot of other things the poor fucks that get sent to army can cling to for comfort except alcohol or snacks and cigarettes.
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I really like it, and the only serious problem is that it's too short
.But I really like how you showed off the most Thematically Important part of the Forever Winter as a series: The No Long Pseudo Religious Beliefs of those fighting in the shattered husks of a sensible world.
It's also a bit interesting that the setting is a depot full of Exos, I would've expected it to have been something a little more Los-Tech, like a Medium Mech, or a little more pointless, like the Religious Totem. But that's mostly me, ngl.
Also, I tried to show how not that guy the scavs were by them getting distracted among each other leading to their death at the hands of who is essentially just a juggernaut from cod or really any heavily armored character from a shooter despite having ambushed him and his supporting forces with explosives.
As a video on the game said there is 3 types of scavs, the smart, the fast, and the ones dead in a grave.
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Yeah, I was just musing about the event, ya know, not critiquing it.
Plus, if it *was* a Med Mech, there would be a *lot* more effort being sent to recover it, let alone something as theoretical as a Heavy Mech design.
It's occurred to me that it's possible we aren't even in the 21st century anymore-the games tagline had it placed in the near future, but depending upon when the war started and how old some people are it seems unlikely so much basic knowledge and culture was lost or degraded that heavily. Maybe the clock broke for the AI, who knows.
Of course it would be Japanese it reeks of AoT vibes.
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Allright, we will do it this way. I will write blurbs for the resultpost when my adhd tells me do, post them here to farm engagement, and when its all done post the full post with a threadmark. I dont think I can get back into foreverwinterquest otherwise.
Hiatus
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Bit more of bad news. I might actually finish my degree this semester. Will cease writing because I want to be done with uni. How my hobby writing career goes after that is up for grabs. Knowing me I might just still write on occasion, but basically dont expect it.