In the quiet (ish) moments of The Great War, the members of XCOM find time to relax and be themselves. Their very, very twisted selves. What follows is quite simply put: Chaos, utter, absolute chaos.

Because that's just what happens when you have a ship full of people united mostly by copious amounts of alcohol, a shared desire to kill the Elders, and enough hormones to choke a horse.

5/20/2020: Under Revision Because This Was Literally The First Thing I Ever Posted And It's Nowhere Near My Vision For The Series