So now we have elite syndie units of monsterhunters.
Just a question, are you going to mod all these changes into the game?
Just a question, are you going to mod all these changes into the game?
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Nice Update! Also, can anyone tell me what this sentence means?
Basically it means Vampire-Wilhelm considered Von Tirpitz to be too much below him in class to turn him into a vampire.
Vampirism isn't a class specific thing - the French Commune has several vampires and such, and the British have a certain legacy which they can draw on, but they also have a regime that resists the perceived foe - Classism in infection was almost as bad in Britain as it is in Germany.
If I can, I will. A couple of tests just putting zombies into the German armed forces have proven disappointing however, so if after awhile at tuning it, I'll simply write it. The main issue is that even when adding new units works without issues, and new techs to activate them are set up so the AI doesn't research em, what I consider 'Doctrine' level improvements (such as Silver Bullets and Anti-Vampire Drills) are totally effective - you can't say 'only adds to damage vs Mil_model=4. So this basically leaves me with adding in a bunch of units - the balancing for which will be fiddly as hell. My initial attempt at Versterben Fußtruppen were disappointing to say the least. The units despite having 120 org and 120 health + absurd land and air defense and toughness scores were still butchered by French troops.
Nice Update! Also, can anyone tell me what this sentence means?
OOOH! Now I know the meaning of a new word
Smashmouth - Educating yo ass.
Serpukhov, 60 mi. South of Moscow, Jan. 1919
Dogs of war are men of hate
Anton Denikin regarded the tall, muscular man smoking the papirosa slowly as he was at the same time regarded. Jukums Vācietis smiled slowly as he tossed the cigarette to the ground and put his boot heel down on it, crushing the ash into the mud slowly as he looked to his former adversary.
With no cause, we don't discriminate
"It is agreed then?" His Russian had a Lettish accent as was to be expect. Denikin nodded slowly. "Then Veļu māte will make her appearance as your command reaches 15 miles of Moscow."
Discovery is to be disowned
Denikin shivered slowly. The Lett scared him, and indeed his men seemed uneasy, whilst the men from XX Corps were still, smoking their papirosa or looking off into the distance from the Citadel wall.
Our currency is flesh and bone
"At the current rate of our advance, we can be there in a few days. The Red's have pulled right back into Moscow?" Vācietis nodded to Denikin's query. "And what exactly will... this goddess, do for us?"
Hell opened up and put on sale
"Lettish Rifles are imbued with spirit of our goddess by the soil of our homeland in our shoe soles. She, mother of the dead, keeps us alive. At 15. mile from Moscow, Lev Bronstein has ordered a last ditch attack to break hostile forces whilst Bolsheviks flee to Petrograd, then France."
Gather 'round and haggle
"Lettish Rifles, having received the fee..." He gestured slowly to the pallet of gold ingots, stamped with the Tsarist seal, that two of the riflemen were lifting into a flatbed cart, seemingly not feeling the weight that had needed ten men to merely lift it in Orel.
For hard cash, we will lie and deceive
"Will fall on the others like Wolves, clear a gap in the line, and let through forward cavalry elements of White army. Moscow will be skeleton defended, but better to your advantage would be to say, destroy railway tracks south of Voskhod."
Even our masters don't know the web we weave
"This will trap Bolshevik government, and leave you to deal with them..."
Denikin nodded slowly in reply to that and then smiled in what he thought was a cunning manner.
"And how does your mother of the dead help you... exactly?"
One world, it's a battleground
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
One world, and we will smash it down
Dogs of war are men of hate
Anton Denikin regarded the tall, muscular man smoking the papirosa slowly as he was at the same time regarded. Jukums Vācietis smiled slowly as he tossed the cigarette to the ground and put his boot heel down on it, crushing the ash into the mud slowly as he looked to his former adversary.
With no cause, we don't discriminate
"It is agreed then?" His Russian had a Lettish accent as was to be expect. Denikin nodded slowly. "Then Veļu māte will make her appearance as your command reaches 15 miles of Moscow."
Discovery is to be disowned
Denikin shivered slowly. The Lett scared him, and indeed his men seemed uneasy, whilst the men from XX Corps were still, smoking their papirosa or looking off into the distance from the Citadel wall.
Our currency is flesh and bone
"At the current rate of our advance, we can be there in a few days. The Red's have pulled right back into Moscow?" Vācietis nodded to Denikin's query. "And what exactly will... this goddess, do for us?"
Hell opened up and put on sale
"Lettish Rifles are imbued with spirit of our goddess by the soil of our homeland in our shoe soles. She, mother of the dead, keeps us alive. At 15. mile from Moscow, Lev Bronstein has ordered a last ditch attack to break hostile forces whilst Bolsheviks flee to Petrograd, then France."
Gather 'round and haggle
"Lettish Rifles, having received the fee..." He gestured slowly to the pallet of gold ingots, stamped with the Tsarist seal, that two of the riflemen were lifting into a flatbed cart, seemingly not feeling the weight that had needed ten men to merely lift it in Orel.
For hard cash, we will lie and deceive
"Will fall on the others like Wolves, clear a gap in the line, and let through forward cavalry elements of White army. Moscow will be skeleton defended, but better to your advantage would be to say, destroy railway tracks south of Voskhod."
Even our masters don't know the web we weave
"This will trap Bolshevik government, and leave you to deal with them..."
Denikin nodded slowly in reply to that and then smiled in what he thought was a cunning manner.
"And how does your mother of the dead help you... exactly?"
One world, it's a battleground
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
One world, and we will smash it down
One would assume, i'd like to see a HOI aar where war never breaks out.
Very interesting AAR you've got here, reminds me of my own only with better writing, some kickass vampires, werewolves and zombies.
Keep up the good work!
Keep up the good work!