Warnipple wrote:I would also like to add:
Try to exaggerate the situation and add some humour if possible. You want your faxes to be enjoyable to read to whomever is reading it. This is especially true with anything you're writing, in this game.
I did this many times. It can ruin your experience or make it
wayyyy better.
This is a couple of rounds where I used this tactic:
1. Angered the command staff so much with lawsuits and docks of pay from my exaggerated faxes of command (one of whom was Bill Carson, the CO) that they brigged me and almost executed me before W-Y threatened them with tactical lawyers. I then attempt to start a mutiny against Bill Carson for almost unlawfully executing me which only one MP agrees too. I search for Bill, shoot a BO in the process, and finally then punch bill before getting shotgunned. My loyal MP then fucked off. After I was dead, another mutiny started again for some other reason (probably Bill Carson shenanigans) which was much more worse. I then get cloned and as the Aliens board the Sulaco, I make my way to Bill and shoot him in the head with my Pulse rifle which he survived, but then was killed due to blood loss.
2. Got fired from W-Y from realizing the inaccuracies and tryhardiness of my previous fax. I then gasped in horror as a bureaucrat realizing that I couldn't get any money anymore. I then try to start a mutiny to get more money and hold the bridge hostage but one marine quickly turned the tide by shooting me, which I then responded with shooting back. It ended with us crawling for the Pulse Rifle in my locked room when we were both in pain crit, but then he got the rifle first and grenadeded me.
3. W-Y believed my faxes about the dreadlocked warriors and many other lies about them, and they sent me to the sand temple to get some of their gear. Long story short I come across the preds, anger them, and then they trap me with a hunting trap for their amusement. But fun and games was quickly thrown out the window when a horde of ancient to mature runners and a squad came upon us, and long story short I got decapped.
4. I injected my exaggerated-ness into my shit, which was then stolen. I then shot the marine who stole the breifcase. You were there during that and by then end of it my sides hurt and I was mildly salty. You know what happened that round and that was an amazing one albeit a salty one.
So, proceed with caution with that strat.