Seemed like a typical day in the Xcom universe. Just intercepted and shot down a small UFO over some forest area in Russia. My team was quickly dispatched to mop up the remains and salvage any useful materials that would teach us more about this alien threat.
I probably should have known something was amiss when my team spend the first 1/4 of the mission exploring the landscape completely opposite of where the UFO crash was. That was a fun little exercise, let's write it off as a team camping trip for tax purposes.
Finally we see the outside of the wreckage, along with 3 or so floaters, of which my sniper gladly took care of with ease. With those threats eliminated at a distance, my team resumed the slow, and careful, approach towards the wreckage.
That was when we saw it...it was a UFO. Nothing fancy at all, just some Roswell esq UFO, this can't be anything hurtful, can it? Upon further investigation, and the realization that it has 3+ fucking bars of health, and a seemingly amazingly high dodge chance, my team whittled away most it's health before it even got an attacked. We should have killed it.
That was when the Matrix decided to come true, and the disk opened into it's fucking SQUID like structure. And it's first strike at my (completely grouped together) team? A grenade unlike anything made on Earth! KA-BOOM, goodbye 4/6 of my (Ironman) squad!
The remaining 2 can still avenge their comrades, the "thing" is almost dead! Well...it was, before it's little buddy, who was outside our field of vision, decided to come rolling up like he owned the place and give his big pal, Mr. Robo Squid, a nice repair job.
Needless to say another grenade later sealed the final chapter is this Xcom team's biography.
Fuck I love this game...and hate it. I'm scared to eventually get to Classic and Insane.