We’re turning the PC off now, just in case the sentient robots inside break out. Supreme Commander does funny things to your mind; its bombastic future-war could drive you to distraction. Or outright delusion.
Tonight was the last straw. We’re fairly certain the computer-controlled enemy commander just played a trick on us. The bait was a small group of light tanks leaving its base, as well asthe cover of its anti-air flak cannons. It was heading toward a remote resource point. We couldn’t sit back and ignore them.
On these battlefields, every scrap of metal and every power-plant matters. As soon as we felt safe, we ordered a fleet of gunships, the future-war equivalent of Apache helicopters, to take them out.