fandomhigh | Macro-Tactics, Monday

"Today, we're back to a little hands-on work," Kerrigan said. The Danger Shop had been set up as... a hallway with four identical doors, this time. "I want you to form up as pairs. One of you takes a black box, the other a white," and she waved two small, also identical boxes around. "Pressing the right side will put down a pawn. That's your footsoldiers. Pressing the left puts down a tower-- archers, riflemen, snipers, whatever you want to call it."

She tossed one of the two to the first student she laid her eyes on.

"Behind these doors are four different kinds of terrain. You will pick a door without knowing which. You will then both walk into opposite directions for five minutes, while assessing your environment. Then you will deploy your 'troops'."

Her lips widened in a not entirely genuine smile.

"The computer will determine which one of you would 'win' by most fortuitous troop placement alone," she said, "Though it's not going to tell you. I want you to come back out, fire up one of the computers over there, and look over what you did in birds' eye-- figure out what you did, what your opponent did, and how fucked you are. Now, go."

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Behind this door lies a lush rainforest that seems to stretch out for miles and miles. It's hard to navigate.

Perfect.

And yet...hard to see meant hard to be seen, right? Unless the enemy had the means to be seen, then his troops had to be purposely hard to stop.

Slowly, Cloud started to come with a plan, and he hoped his partner ~~whoever it might be could give him a hand too.~~

Behind this door lies a desert. Visibility is high, but it's easy to lose sight of what's where in the endless sandy hills.

This is a very mountainous region indeed. Treacherous passes abound, and the places that aren't passes are very hard to climb. Nevermind the cliffs...

Unlike the others, this area doesn't look desolate. In fact, it's an urban area, though if there are any people there at all, they seem to have hidden away in their houses.

It looks like an old European city, all winding roads and random alleyways that don't seem to be in places they should be.

Lovely. Armengar again. James pressed a hand to his face, eyes closed, as he remembered it. Tens of thousands of troops against an army a tenth or less its size.

James scouted quickly, establishing a good position for base camp, and arrayed his resources (three footsoldiers and one archer tower at every intersection, all within easy reinforcement distance from the base camp) in rings around his center point.

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