World's Worst X-COM Commander Part 1World's Worst X-COM Commander Part 2World's Worst X-COM Commander Part 3World's Worst X-COM Commander Part 4World's Worst X-COM Commander Part 5After days of moping around in my quarters with the lights off, eating processed cake frosting from the canister, I'm pulled out of my self pity by a knock on my door. Apparently, there is a downed ship in Nigeria...again. What is it about aliens crashing in Nigeria? Is it because my base is here?!?! Maybe they're all over the place and these are the only one's we're catching. I should look into putting interceptors on every major continent.The Containment Unit is finished. I assemble my strike force, garbing them in memory of our fallen Rookie Dirk Hardpec. I outfit them appropriately for battle and off we go, them to risk their lives and me to direct them from within the confines of the steel belly of the transport ship. Too late, I remember that I failed to equip anyone with an arc thrower. I guess we won't be taking any one back alive this trip. Before I know it, we are there. The soldiers do an excellent job staying out of the way of the aliens' lasers. They kill sectoids, tall men and the funky crystal alien. Thankfully, there are no chryssalids to be seen. All in all, there is not much to report.Once back at the base, I take advantage of our growing stockpile of alien refuse to make some quick cash, selling off stuff to the highest bidders. I make $430 which allows me to put an Irish pub in my office.Unfortunately, we're not in the base long enough to catch our breaths before we're called away to Guangchou, China. Vahlen is complaining nearly constantly about capturing a live alien specimen for interrogation. I know that it is in no way possible. Even to attempt such a course of action would be suicide by stupidity. However, to get her off my back, I comply with her wishes, outfitting a few members of my strike team with some Arc Throwers. At least this way we can put up some pretense of trying to follow her recommendations. Hopefully, Vahlen, Shen and Bradford won't throw a fit when we return to the base without their precious live cargo. We land atop what appears to be a skyscraper, still under construction. There are pallets of building material everywhere as well as ample hiding places for the X-rays. Strangely enough, my team is composed of three snipers. Some are better than others though. I try to get them to the high ground to survey the area and pick-out our little invaders. But, before I know it,  Sq. Chesthair is exposed to view of several sectoids and floaters. By some stroke of luck. Sq. Speedchunk is right below her and manages to release a smoke grenade, obscuring Chesthair from view and protecting her.Cpl. Deadlift does take a hit though, and momentarily panics. Thankfully, her first instinct is to hide and so she ceases to be a danger to herself or those around her for the duration of her panic attack.  The real MVP of the team though is Sq. Steakface, who uses her arc thrower to disable not only a sectoid, but a floater as well. After that loss, the aliens are demoralized and are quickly mopped-up.Once back to the base, we conduct some gentle interviews of the poor fellows and learn a little about Crystal RoboCop. I queue up some workshops, and a power generator, still trying to get satellites in the air, only to learn that Australia has now left the X-COM initiative. I acquire some wetworks training for my soldiers.Within no time, we are called to Sao Paulo, Brazil for a very difficult mission codenamed Rotting Knife. I proudly outfit them all with carapace armor. I consider for a moment altering their color scheme to something a bit more cohesive...and less of an eyesore. However, I realize that by now, the fuchsia color scheme is a badge of honor. As we lift off into the sky I can't help but find myself wondering what awaits for use in Brazil. Will it be a bloodbath or will we perhaps manage to triumph over insurmountable odds?