Discord
"Take a minute if you need it.
Think about what we learned--"
"...We learned that I'm going to be cleaved in half."
"...Not what I meant."
They groan and cover their face, sliding down the corner to sit on the floor.
"...Damage keeps over time, so units can be worn down by attrition.
Same rank units on the same team seems to be the same thing.
So, we're up against... one more shadow, another wood and bone monster, and the rank 1 and rank 4 units are a mystery."
Cerulean sighs. "Yes. I got all that, thank you."
"We've got three flail spheres, one gun sphere that's damaged, another sphere that does something else, and you.
And, I can swap in if things go bad."
"...I know..."
"Our units move first and combat resolves immediately, before they can move.
So, we could interrupt what they've got planned by having our units be in a bad spot for them, or damaging one of--"
"Wrong," they state bluntly.
"...What?"
"You're wrong, I said."
"Enlighten me, then."
"My guess is that the AI's moves are calculated after our move finishes.
So they probably aren't 'planned out' until that point.
We have no advantage."
"...There's two of us."
"There is that."
"Do you want to swap out?
Or quit?"
"...If you want to do either, then by all means, hit the button.
I'm not done yet."
"...I'll at least keep you away from that thing for now.
If you end up having to fight it, I at least want to weaken it first.
Our rank 3 can take out some of their weaker units, since their rank 4 is blocked.
As long as I'm careful."
"Well, you only have two moves, don't you?
Don't forget that horrible thing is only a space away from our end of the board."
You fall silent.
You've already input your commands.
{R4: RIGHT 2}
{R3: UP 3}
Commands accepted!
Moving pieces . . .
Cerulean's container slides to the side, now partially surrounded by two Rank 1 units.
Your Rank 3 moves forward afterwards, right in front of some enemy units.
"ROUX."
You watch the board silently, worry mounting.
It's GOLD TEAM's turn!
Moving pieces . . .
Immediately, the enemy Rank 3 unit moves down a single space, reaching the edge of the board.
RANK ADVANCED!
Gold Rank 3 -> Gold Rank 4
You watch as the creature twitches, its container starting to shimmer.
Its head lurches upward, as if looking in your direction.
It shudders.
Then, with a sickening crack, it splits in half down the middle, all the way down to the base of its neck.
The shimmering stops.
The twin moon heads sway independently, each forming new bottomless holes at their centers.
"...what was that...?
...about being careful?"
The new Rank 4 unit moves one space to the left, colliding with one of your remaining Rank 1s.
COMBAT ENGAGED!
GOLD Rank 2 vs. GREEN Rank 2
The containers raise to the arena.
S T A R T !
Your unfortunate Rank 1 robot fares about as well as you expected.
It manages to slam one of the creature's legs with its flail before being unceremoniously sawed into four pieces by the heads.
F I N I S H !
GOLD Rank 3 is the victor!
"Congratulations, this is a slaughter now."
Not done yet, the Rank 4 moves one more space to the right before mercifully coming to a stop.
It rests only a few spaces from Cerulean, who is now partially blocked in by Rank 1 units.
![[Image: nHqVoqR.png]](https://i.imgur.com/nHqVoqR.png)
It's your turn!
You may input TWO movement commands.
You don't feel good.
Think about what we learned--"
"...We learned that I'm going to be cleaved in half."
"...Not what I meant."
They groan and cover their face, sliding down the corner to sit on the floor.
"...Damage keeps over time, so units can be worn down by attrition.
Same rank units on the same team seems to be the same thing.
So, we're up against... one more shadow, another wood and bone monster, and the rank 1 and rank 4 units are a mystery."
Cerulean sighs. "Yes. I got all that, thank you."
"We've got three flail spheres, one gun sphere that's damaged, another sphere that does something else, and you.
And, I can swap in if things go bad."
"...I know..."
"Our units move first and combat resolves immediately, before they can move.
So, we could interrupt what they've got planned by having our units be in a bad spot for them, or damaging one of--"
"Wrong," they state bluntly.
"...What?"
"You're wrong, I said."
"Enlighten me, then."
"My guess is that the AI's moves are calculated after our move finishes.
So they probably aren't 'planned out' until that point.
We have no advantage."
"...There's two of us."
"There is that."
"Do you want to swap out?
Or quit?"
"...If you want to do either, then by all means, hit the button.
I'm not done yet."
"...I'll at least keep you away from that thing for now.
If you end up having to fight it, I at least want to weaken it first.
Our rank 3 can take out some of their weaker units, since their rank 4 is blocked.
As long as I'm careful."
"Well, you only have two moves, don't you?
Don't forget that horrible thing is only a space away from our end of the board."
You fall silent.
You've already input your commands.
{R4: RIGHT 2}
{R3: UP 3}
Commands accepted!
Moving pieces . . .
Cerulean's container slides to the side, now partially surrounded by two Rank 1 units.
Your Rank 3 moves forward afterwards, right in front of some enemy units.
"ROUX."
You watch the board silently, worry mounting.
It's GOLD TEAM's turn!
Moving pieces . . .
Immediately, the enemy Rank 3 unit moves down a single space, reaching the edge of the board.
RANK ADVANCED!
Gold Rank 3 -> Gold Rank 4
You watch as the creature twitches, its container starting to shimmer.
Its head lurches upward, as if looking in your direction.
It shudders.
Then, with a sickening crack, it splits in half down the middle, all the way down to the base of its neck.
The shimmering stops.
The twin moon heads sway independently, each forming new bottomless holes at their centers.
"...what was that...?
...about being careful?"
The new Rank 4 unit moves one space to the left, colliding with one of your remaining Rank 1s.
COMBAT ENGAGED!
GOLD Rank 2 vs. GREEN Rank 2
The containers raise to the arena.
S T A R T !
Your unfortunate Rank 1 robot fares about as well as you expected.
It manages to slam one of the creature's legs with its flail before being unceremoniously sawed into four pieces by the heads.
F I N I S H !
GOLD Rank 3 is the victor!
"Congratulations, this is a slaughter now."
Not done yet, the Rank 4 moves one more space to the right before mercifully coming to a stop.
It rests only a few spaces from Cerulean, who is now partially blocked in by Rank 1 units.
It's your turn!
You may input TWO movement commands.
You don't feel good.
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STATUS:
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