Omg V3 give that guy the $10,000....rofl

Commander's Log Day 3
Reporting to: NERD team
Commander: Niverio

It has been a while since we landed. Initial mission goals have been mostly accomplished, and even though we got surprised with Wanted's little play, we have lost no outposts of our own, and our forces gathering in Neptune should start attack number 2, this time with a larger army Wanted is yet to see.
Meanwhile, our initial goal up north has gone pretty well. Our stationed troops prevented Panda to move troops from there, resulting in him doing nothing while Captain sailed his way through all his West, conquering everything. Panda is now desperate, and with the first rays of sunshine a message arrived from north, asking for a demilitarized border. But no, they were the ones who wanted to turn off the radio, and they will pay for even the thought of it.
Niverio out.

radioactivity wrote:Omg V3 give that guy the $10,000....rofl

Seriously, that was awesome.

Operator’s Record Cycle 3
Operator: mm1Menace

START OF LOG:
Menace here.
A victory at Calhamer gave us sonar vision of a cluster of driller producing factories – Benthic, Gabler, and Albreed – controlled by the Hibernating Bear. It was only a glimpse, however, and shortly after Calhamer was lost again. That peek, though, was enough to formulate a plan going forward. It won’t be long before those factories, and Neptune as well, will be back in the rightful hands of our empire.

Speaking of Neptune, one of the Blue Balls, Niverio, continues to stack his army there. It seems as if he has designs on holding it; that is nothing more than optimistic folly on his part, of course. In addition, Niverio may have been a bit reckless; earlier he brought a Tinkerer on board. I have seen many a base blown to pieces by those madmen. I will cross my fingers.

Other than those gatherings of forces, again particularly at Neptune and still Maranga, the waters were calm today. If it were anyone else, I would say the enemy might be biding their time, lulling us in to making an error. With the Hibernating Bear, though, my best guess is just that he is sleeping.

This peaceful day did have some negative side effects:
Firstly, during this downtime, some of my soldiers were relaxing and decided to turn on some music. When I heard it I became irrationally angry. I stormed from my chambers, kicked in their door and screamed in their faces, “We DO NOT listen to the radio aboard my sub!” I then picked up the radio and smashed it over my knee. Without another word, I returned to my quarters. Unfortunately, now I have a bit of pain in my leg. Nothing that a little Jack Daniels can’t fix.

Secondly, I had entirely too much time to contemplate my fever dream of the night before. Oddly, while I thought of it today, I recalled a detail that had slipped my mind. It seems that in that fantasy, the B3ast was there. He also was surrounded and taking fire from the combined Captains. There were messages, I thought, asking for assistance, “We must fight back.” But when I would reply to these, the response was strange, “Not you. We. Not you. WE.” I could not decipher the meaning, neither in the nightmare nor while awake.

Then, bizarrely, I received communications from the B3ast today. And shockingly, they were a similar fashion; there was a shifting narrative, an abnormal changing of pronouns, from “I” to “He” to “We,” and a constant repetition of the word “Consume.” Plus, the first ended with his classic signature –V3xt, but the second was a scrawling handwritten –B3ast. At first I thought it might a joke on me, but it feels off; I simply do not know what to make of it. I know that V3xt is an experienced submariner; he would not be one to submit to claustrophobia madness. Perhaps the ship’s vitamin D fortifications were forgotten, and he is currently suffering from deficiency. Maybe his time fighting has finally led to symptoms of PTSD. Or possibly, and frighteningly, there is not a coincidence between the dream and the message. I am not one to scare easily, but this idea sent shivers up my spine.

Even beyond the eerily paranormal, there is some reason for concern, though. At this point, we have fallen behind in total outposts, 46-54. What is considerably worse is our driller production in comparison to the enemy – 414/day to their 631/day. With numbers like this, we will need to either be mistake free in our execution…or find a hat from which to pull a rabbit. I don’t like our chances of finding such a hat, so from here on out I will expect perfection.

Godspeed, drillers, and good luck. Menace signing off.
Over and out.

END OF LOG 3.

Chief's Log Day 3
Reporting to: NERD team
Chief: TheKorfballer.

As being the chief of security and parttime decorator of the interior of our subs, I have sailed trough many seas, though never I have encountered opponents as treacherous as these. While talking bips and bops, on of Nojo's most entrusted comrades approached me for a secret deal to overthrow Nojo as captain and put him on the throne. He offered me an interesting deal which I have yet to accept. However, if even Nojo's fellow officers start discussing their own ambitions, things might get even more positive on our side.

Goodnight.

- END OF LOG - BANANAS -

Brigadier General Crover's Log
Reporting to N.E.R.D.
Day Unknown

I awoke. Quite the achievement. Hibernation is key to a bear's survival. I climbed to the top of Gabler, surveying the underwater landscape around me. Breathtaking. If only it wasn't so war stricken. Turning on my comm, I am blasted with the extreme number of messages I have missed. Many including, "wake up!". Word of advice. Do not wake a sleeping bear. You will learn to fear the consequences. I glance west, but only for a moment. Chief KorfBaller has everything under control. East is where the true battle lies. That Menace. Always watching. A few drillers here. A smuggler there. Makes it difficult to take and keep. I do not fear him though. He knows not the power of the bear. If only I wasn't so tired, he would feel the wrath. But nay, sleep will consume me once again. I send well wishes to my comrades in arms, curses to the enemy, and start the long journey down from the domed heights of gabler, back to the relative safety of my cave-bed.

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Operator's Record Cycle 4
Operator: Pandasecret
START OF LOG
Niverio seemed to have taken a nibbling at the bait, but it wasn't enough to reel him in. Crover is supplying his frontier at Kiesling, but I have managed to reduce his supply routes, Operator JuanMa will move in soon for the victory.
All is quiet on the Western Front for me, since traversing the wide sea is dangerous for both the enemies and I, and vision is limited, I am safe, for now.
I still must formulate plans as to take on Niverio and Crover, perhaps I must be a bit more daring.
Radio silence from V3XT, while he is an enemy, it is concerning, to say the least. I hope JuanMa will keep safe.
END OF LOG

Commander's Log Day 4
Reporting to: NERD team
Commander: Niverio

I woke up early today. Excited as all plans are in motion without any setbacks. There is nothing Wanted can do in order to defend Smithrand, and when reinforcements from Brigadier General Crover arrive from west, we will continue our advance. Meanwhile, Panda öight think I have taken the bait, but oh no, it was just a show of power and prowess: Even though every single driller is important, sacrifices are necessary to prove a point sometimes. Panda will learn this lesson soon enough.
Niverio out.

Operator’s Record Cycle 4
Operator: mm1Menace

START OF LOG:
Menace here.
Today, floating along the surface, one of my patrol boats found a poster. When they brought it to me, looking at it gave me quite the laugh. Wanted? That’s a nickname they have for me now; it seems that there is a bounty on my head. I am not surprised, of course. Generally, the more you fear an enemy the more you focus on them - and that is certainly the case here.

I have heard another moniker in the waves as well, the “Disgraced Storyteller.” Clearly those using it are from the other side, but even so, I like it. I will discard the “disgraced” part, but I will keep the Storyteller title. For now, I am still hopeful that when we are finished here, I will have the chance to tell the story about how peace was restored, justice was served, and all was made right again after this disturbance - but my hope fades a little each day.

Things are not looking good, Captain.

There was little action out on the seas today. We organize the continued movement of troops, positioning themselves for coming battles. In the distance we can see that our foes do the same. Yet, I was forced to retreat from Smithrand today. There was nothing to be done to keep it; there are just too many enemy drillers heading my way. While I was able to open strongly against two opponents on my west, a sustained fight against two will eventually erode my forces. The Hibernating Bear and one of the Blue Balls, Niverio, both continue to send everything they produce my way, all as my calls for assistance seem to fall on deaf ears…

Which leads me to this. Captain, this is hard to say, but I feel that our team may be compromised. I am still currently gathering evidence, and I will send whatever Intel I find as it comes. However, along with this log I will also send an encrypted message which details my theories, and also my planned response, to this possible spy.

Captain Nojo, you know that I do not take these things lightly. I believe you know what I think we should do – for the safety of all of us, and for all our drillers. There is too much at stake to be unsure.

Godspeed, drillers, and good luck. Menace signing off.
Over and out.

END OF LOG 4.

Captains log.
Day 5

I have not been able to take a brake for days on end, only now do i have a chance to speak the truth of our situation. TOTR is in a bad position. I won't bore you with the logistics, but i am under attacked from B3ast and Korf. To make matters worse, I have a feeling something fishy is going on. Certain "Teammates" not taking part in planning, a member openly stating he was going to "Pretend to be a spy for NERD." Now my suspicions have been confirmed. I was recently notified that there's a traitor among us. Everyone will be nameless until the matter has been solved. A trusted ally has told me that [UNNAMED PERSON] is supplying the enemy with driller numbers and positions, specialist and hire options, and our battle tactics. His most recent felony has been to declare war on a fellow teammate. This is unacceptable. The NERD captain has been notified and we will both pursue this pressing issue.
Over and out