Does this ever bother you? Something that would kill you in an instant IRL somehow makes you healthier in Empires?
Brenodi have nanotech. NF have genetic engineering/modification. The engineer kit sprays nanobots for brenodi. NF kit sprays genetically engineered intelligent substance. Both act to repair material and flesh. The original plan was to show the different material being sprayed and then filling in stuff (buildings, flesh, etc). Sparks were added instead because it was much easier to do.
I could've sworn the old game story talked about the war being started because the two races were so radically different. Something about the Brenodi being the high tech, generically modified / nano tech implant waring race, and the Jekotians being relatively normal humans.
You say that statement as if he said they are the same... Edit: Hmm...do you think we could empty to rig us a particle for NF? I mean, if he used the same kinda look as he has in bio ML, it could work...
I've applied many an arc welder to someone's back and it never killed them instantly... The Brenodi are high tech, the Faction are genetically modified super soldiers. It's technology versus Biology, an aspect completely lost in most of the game.
If we did separate the effects, we'd have to let the calc damage the enemy imo. Decon an enemy scout for super lulz.
No not really. However the nagging feeling that I have lived many lives before, that I die a thousand times and just as the light fades and sound dulls, and I slip into unconsciousness, I am suddenly pulled back, my consciousness soars across the battlefield, as though I am a bird looking down at the world. I see a coloured circle, as I near it grows another ring around it, and I plummet towards it, the vertigo tugs at my heart and I try to scream, but I have no lungs, no mouth to utter the sound which belies the horror I feel in my soul. I catch a final fleeting glimpse of the moment of my death, and I see a counter in bright glowing letters, hot against the growing cold and bright against the darkening world, as it approaches zero the apprehension grows, I feel as though this is the end of everything. Suddenly I open my eyes and I am back in the barracks, back where I started the day, except I am not me any more, I am someone else. But was I ever the other person? Was I ever there, bleeding on the floor as the war raged around me? Am I a rifleman dreaming he is a grenadier, or was the other life merely a fantasy of the grenadier, an idle daydream as he waited to be called to battle. I will never know, and every time it happens I worry that I have really died, that a fragment of my soul is left out on the field every time I wake up here. Eventually, maybe there will be nothing left, eventually maybe I will stop wondering, and the fear will end. On that day, will I still be human? Or will I simply be a puppet, going about the whims of whatever entity has displaced my self, dying again and again until there is nobody else left to kill me. Will the victory be hollow on that day, with no soul left to revel in it. Will I just wait for the next life and the next war, will it ever end? That kinda bothers me a bit yeah.
If people really want it I can make the NF calculator into a stream of biological material. (basically jizz)