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The Legend of Bac Hollow |
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this could have been called many things, but we are a quality rag, and so
BacHollow it is, for now and evermore marked upon the sphere by Gods own
rubber stamp, and on to the words of the Great Bac Ho himself.... |
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Tourney #1: Report of Con Vit HN02: The Discovery
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Tourney #2: Report of Con Vit HN02 (Commander of the Ring Mountain): The Stomping
Not too much to report this tourney. I've overseen the stomping of many a migrating Hippy, but received no retaliation. It appears most foreign clans are not yet prepared for war. This is extremely disappointing. I envisaged this mission to be full of glory, death, and destruction... and what do I find myself doing? Shooting midget breeders and supervising the farming of the Ring Mountain's biomass.
Finally,
things are beginning to pick up. Bored with being the overseer of a Hippy Farming
operation, I've sent forth a few fighters with great success. Plagues of rabbits
and rats have seen successful battles against Eldar and Crimson Brotherhood.
I'm recommending that chuot HN17 receive the Bac Ho medal for bravery. With
one shot he took out the 2 computers of a Crimson Brotherhood breeder and in
the process has spared us having to combat large WeaponTech20 fighters. Having
been ordered from above to increase the production capacity of the clan, I implemented
a taxation policy against clan Horde. I know it's against Bac Ho policy to allow
the passage of Hippy farmers, but it seemed to me that the only way to get this
clan in range and score points from it was to strike a deal. Of course there's
no way I'd willingly allow a peaceful clan into the promised land so I approached
the leaders of clan Sidhe to prepare an ambush further south. Little did I know
that Sidhe could not be trusted. He immediately tried to blackmail me with this
information. I've attempted to exact revenge upon Sidhe, but I realise I've
brought shame to the name Bac Ho.
Tourney #4: Report of Con Meo HN01 (Lord of Bac Hollow):
Preparations
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Tourney
#5: Report of Con Meo HN01 (Lord of Bac Hollow): Siege |
On day 1, Unknown finally launched its much expected attack. No time to celebrate the victory over Sidhe, no time patch up injured soldiers. Unknown's tactics were far cruder than Sidhe's. Where Sidhe sent in decoys and attacked from many directions diluting my carpet of bombs, Unknown charged in one intense group. Of course this meant individual salvoes were rewarded with hits to 2-3 titans at a time. Despite Unknown's higher tech they were much easier kills, the experience our war with Sidhe has given us was invaluable. Computer targeting systems routinely blessed us with the words "ECM = 5%". We lost a few sacrificial goats and pigs on the NW edge but the war with Unknown was won in less than a week. I reluctantly accept our orders to leave this glorious outpost. To the south fields of opalescent poppies flourish, to the north lie grasses of unknown origin, and on the northern slopes where invulnerable IronPact titans once stood grow pungent weeds. But now Far East pleads for our assistance and south contains a herd of IronPact breeders begging to be slaughtered. We're no longer needed here. Farewell Bac Hollow.
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The charge fails... |
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And so BacHollow is named by God, home of the brave, bastion of the west. Long live its memory. |
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An
already obsolete design, very little experience, but still I am given
the leadership of a small platoon. The mission: Find some high ground
further south from which to oversee the destruction of all Hippy migrators
heading east across our southern killing fields. Such an important mission
for such a small group. Just me, a rat, and a rabbit. I sent my fellow
soldiers forth, while I waddled up slowly behind (damn this low engine
design). A hill was sighted, the rat climbed it, to see what he could
see. A mighty mountain range, and not just any mountain range, this was
something special. A ring of mountains, surrounding a lush field of green
biomass. There was a slight problem, however, three clans already had
a presence on this mystical mountain. With its two weapons the rat opened
fire. The rabbit spawned another, and before I could get close enough
to make a contribution, the three clans fled! Seems I've been born into
a clan with a reputation. The fortification of the Ring Mountain commences.
What
a shambles! What have I done to deserve being sent to clean up the
mess that Con Vit 02 left behind. First job was to dispose of the
remains of this weak-willed suicidal Duck. Fed him to the Pigs which
instantly lifted morale. Also renamed this outpost to pay tribute
to our 
glorious
leader. It sickened me to have to watch Horde continue the march south
without being able to fire a shot. But there are more pressing concerns.
The Rats in the south battling Eldar lost their breeder Rabbits and
with them the resource to continue their war. More worryingly were
reports that a previously friendly clan had plans to attack us. Large
numbers of Unknown fighters build up to the NW, while Sidhe waits
patiently to the SW. Now that I've dispensed with the pathetic Ducks,
and have started populating the mountains of Bac Hollow with my own
kind, we've finally got the range to keep intruders at a safe distance.
A young clan has joined us. IronPact, in its skirmishes with us has
shown itself to be a warrior clan. How happy we are to welcome it
into the fold. IronPact's invulnerability has already proved useful
at harassing the great Unknown. 
Tourney
#6: Report of Con Meo HN01 (Lord of Bac Hollow): Goodbye 
