The other day, this man arrived at XCOM. Look at him.
“Fucking wanker calls himself ‘Diamond’,” you might say. I agreed with you. But XCOM needed bodies, so we took him.
You and I were both wrong. Sure, he’s smug. But Diamond Jay Walker’s got it where it counts.
He’s on an op. Team’s doing well, taking some fire but giving it back better. Everyone’s finish up the turn when from the flank appears a goddamn Sectopod.
If you don’t know what that is, well, it’s a goddamn two story tall walking tank. Stuffed full of guns. Super heavy armor. Death on two legs.
Most men would run for cover. Try to find a way to survive.
Not Diamond Jay.
Diamond Jay brought anti-armor rounds.
Now, that alone might not be enough, but he’s going to try. He levels his plasma shotgun, pulls the trigger.
Critical hit. Half the mechanical monster’s health is gone.
Most men would stop there. Not Diamond Jay. He picked up a little cross class talent.
He fires again.
The Sectopod explodes.
And that, my friends, is why Diamond Jay Walker gets free drinks whenever he damn well pleases.
He’s a goddamn hero.