I think the strangest collection I found was when I took a trip from Angerås Church up to Bockhyttan. I kept finding squads of harvesters. Like three or four at a time. Along the road I saw twelve all wandering about, with their attendant escorts, and a few extras thrown in, like the occasional hunter. I’m not sure what I wandered into. I like to think they were setting up a surprise party for FNIX.
That area for some reason has a huge number of Military Harvesters. Me and a friend worked our way around the area and managed to kill 30-something Harvesters that just kept congregating there. Maybe that gas station’s got extra high octane gas, or something they enjoy.
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Maybe they just got bored in the farmlands. Who wouldn’t. 
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I got pinned down in a guard hut somewhere, don’t remember. F.f to 2:40. Looks like a goddamn town meeting…
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I love the moment when you slowly turn around. 
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Haha I got so chocked my finger slipped off the L trigger
I was sipping my tea before looting this harvester, and missed my chance!
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That’s where those disappearing enemies go. They go straight to hell!
Lol! Pretty impressive that you caught that on video! A genuine WTF Kodak moment. I think that @SteampunkPagan had a video clip of a few tanks taking off to meet with God 
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Speaking of Easter eggs has eneyone found some?
Yeah, they’re annoying. I’m not a fan of the challenges, but all the others had filled up so the ticks one was sticking out like the proverbial sore thumb. So one day when I was in a house and a tank couldn’t get a line of sight but kept sending batches of three ticks, I just put on an audiobook and took an hour and went all OCPD on their asses. I’m not proud, but everything is nice and clean now.
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At least that Hunter never saw it coming 
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Neither did I. Had to change my underwear afterwards
Wolf C-462 hobbled back to his cabin after a long morning’s patrol. The blizzard had frozen his joints, the squirming ticks in his backpack made him itch, and the whir of the korpen accompanying his squad had been grating on his CPU for hours. C-462 was tired and fed up. He dropped his heavy flechette launcher by the fridge with a thump, and went to pour some long overdue egg-nog. Then he heard it. Heard that creaky floorboard, the one he’d been meaning to sort out all autumn but somehow never found the time. He had a visitor. C-462 turned his sensors toward the dark corner and made out the shape of a survivor, rudely pointing a pistol in his direction. “Thursday,” he thought to himself, “I never did like Thursdays…”
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“… and after my L2 cache update with SCI NUMA to the mainframe, there is really no challenge anymore. I don’t dig shooting sitting ducks, and it surely feels like that.” C-462 trained his left arm gun at the intruder. After 2mS of calibrating the regulation loop, everything was set up for the kill. “But why? What is the point? I’m stuck as a guard of the North-Western slope … probably forever. And what’s this poor guys story?” A safegate signal de-asserted and the trigger signal was only a NOR gate propagation delay away …
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