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For Apple MAC copies of the DLC, please visit our mac partners at RedMarbleGames (RedMarbleGames). This page ONLY sells PC versions.
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Is your desire for seeing spaceships explode and arranging hilariously big fleets of deadly turbo-lasers even greater than Gratuitous Space Battles can handle? Then you are in luck, space-cadet, because those ultra-boffins at positech industries have crafted some gratuitous expansion packs for you to enjoy:
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DLC BUNDLE
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Want to add some extra races to the base game, and know you want them all? The GSB DLC Bundle adds in all four of the extra races in one super-cheap bundle. You can play against the Tribe, The Order, the Swarm and the Nomads. That's four races of aliens for you to crush in battle and plunder the shattered remains of their feeble fleets. *Note this pack does not include the galactic conquest campaign*
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THE TRIBE
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The galactic war has gone on long enough. There is only one power in this galaxy that has the common sense to bring the fighting to an end, and now that power is about to be unleashed. Ladies, Gentlemen, Entities, I present to you the almighty power of the pan-species collection of idealistic space-hippies and bringers of galactic peace (through a short-term period of intense furious stellar warfare) - The TRIBE.
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THE ORDER
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Be warned heathen un-believers. The Galaxy is not your plaything. This galaxy was
created in a weekend by the one true god, and he has no room in it for the likes
of heathen aliens such as you. If your species is not listed in the holy book of
the one true god, then it's pretty clear you are a mistake, and the order is here
to rectify mistakes. For is it not written (depending on translations) that the
total destruction of all alien species with devastating radioactive cannons and
nuclear space-missiles is the will of the one true god? So say us. So say The ORDER.
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THE SWARM
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Pack up your spacesuits and head for the exits. Your time in this galaxy is over. The swarm is on the way. They are heading towards us, and like the tide, they cannot be stopped. Your lasers and missiles may destroy the first wave, but that is the first of many. There seems to be no end to their numbers and they will never give up. The swarm have no home to retreat to, no territory to fall back to. They will attack in wave after wave with suicidal determination. There can be no negotiation, we must flee. THE SWARM are upon us.
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THE NOMADS
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It's not about the destination, it's about the journey. You journey is to your death, preferably by high-powered plasma torpedo volleys, if the armada of aliens known as 'the nomads' are to be believed. The nomads have no homeworld, they don't believe it's time to 'settle down' as a species. They are still looking to find the right planet, and killing time (and aliens) in the meantime. It's nothing personal you understand, it's just the way the nomads entertain themselves. Galactic genocide is their sport of choice.
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THE PARASITES
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The parasites always go too far, they never did get the idea of mutualism and they never have pets (for long). So now they are venturing forth from their adopted home planet and in search of a cognate species which breeds freely and is able to give birth at least once per year, with a good growth rate and preferably (although a bit of crunch is acceptable) without an exoskeleton. The parasitoid race is no longer deterred by bright colouring of potential hosts as they know from experience that these are sometimes simple dye additives that some races ingest in a rather feeble attempt to suggest they may be toxic. They have had 198 years to upgrade their battle fleet in between breeding and snacking and now want to change the menu. Mmm how tasty are you?
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THE OUTCASTS
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It had all started so simply, eleven thousand years ago. The odd replacement leg here, the odd augmented eye there, and for a while everyone on the Vla-hurk home-world was quite happy with the trend towards cybernetic augmentation. Then along came the New World Religion, and the obsession with 'biological purity', and before you know it, half the Vla-hurk population is being shunned for having so much as a hip replacement operation. And so it went on, until after a thousand years of this, the augmented half the Vla-hurk finally said 'screw this for a game of soldiers', climbed aboard their freshly built fleet of battleships and nuked the whole planet from orbit, never to return, or set foot on a planetary surface again.
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GALACTIC CONQUEST
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The galaxy you fight over has 52 different planets, with you in control of just one of them at the start of the campaign. You can play as any race from Gratuitous Space Battles, or it's expansion packs, and in your attempt to conquer the galaxy you will come up against enemy fleets from all the different races, including expansion pack races (if installed). The fleets you encounter will not be AI - designed, but they are the creations of other GSB players. In a cunning 'massively-singleplayer' system, GC will constantly download the fleet and ship designs of other players to fight as your opponents, whilst uploading some of your fleets to fight against everyone else. This way you will be constantly challenged and surprised by enemy tactics and ship designs.
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