Scop’s Blog

I know the last post is still fresh, but this is just too good to pass up.

Okay, so in Prototype, you can sneak into bases disguised as military personnel.  You can also “patsy” another soldier.  What this means is that you essentially accuse the soldier of being… you.  The target freaks out, his comrades gun him down, then panic a few seconds later as they realize they just shot a fellow human.  This skill is mildly amusing, and is usually a good way to distract large groups of enemies while you slip around the back of a crowd and stealthily consume another of their comrades.

So now you know all the mechanics you need to.  I was sneaking around a base, I had consumed all key personnel, so at this point, I was just screwing around.  I patsied one soldier out in the middle of the base floor, near some large storage containers.  Gunshots ensued, and even a few explosions from rocket launchers.  These sounds are common occurrences in Prototype, so I didn’t think much of them.

I started walking nonchalantly around the base afterward, showing zero remorse for “incorrectly identifying” my “mortal enemy”, when all of a sudden, I came across the bodies of three soldiers I did not kill.  And the rocket launchers next to them.  And then I noticed that the crate next to their charred corpses happen to lie in a direct line with the soldier I had just patsied.  And it was twisted into a burning mess.

You put it together.  I just burst out laughing.  Rocket surgery indeed.  I think I will go stealth consume the entire base now, just for fun.

Part 2, thirty minutes later:

Okay, so stealth consuming an entire base is impossible.  Sure, you can nab a few of the roving guards, but the rest of the guys stand around in groups, chattering like school girls.  They need to be distracted so you can grab the one in the back and work your way up.  So I started systematically patsying enemies and snagging stragglers until everyone in the base was pretty on edge.

I am doing it pretty randomly.  Rifleman here, grenade launcher guy there, etc.  I patsy my eight or ninth soldier, and he is surrounded by three or four rifleman, so he goes down pretty quick.  Right before the last bullet gets him, though, I hear the whoomph of a rocket launcher going off.

By this point, I am pretty familiar with the layout of the remaining groups in the base.  I realize, at the last possible second, that I am standing directly between the patsied soldier (already dead) and two guys armed with rocket launchers.

Boom!  Rocket hemmorhoids.