BigPapaBelial

Critical Shell - A Mecha Roleplay

<Snipped quote by Doc Doctor>
Your missiles ought to have buzzsaws attached to them and when those missiles explode, tons of buzzsaws with micro-rockets attached go flying out randomly to give everyone hugs.

@Lionel Samson

This has got to be the most heart warming, adorable and yet most hardcore metal thing I have ever seen in an RP OOC thread.

Critical Shell - A Mecha Roleplay

Guess I’m off to make a frame with a 120mm SMG firing Abrams tank sabot rounds it materializes from a 6,000-capacity pocket dimension. /s

@Aptrgangr

So the Halo 2 SMG in effect?

Critical Shell - A Mecha Roleplay

One of the concepts I wanted to use for a villain involved a large cannon like that.

@Senhara

I do not see the problem. :3

Do it!

Critical Shell - A Mecha Roleplay

@Aptrgangr

Anything under a 30mm on one of these machines is a pop shooter my friend. A gatling 90mm sounds perfect.

I actually seem to remember though I may be wrong, there was a weapon in AC2, that was a twinned 150mm light artillery back attachment. Powerful, but slow firing, and had like 10 rounds.

Dead Presidents

@Ever Faithful@DeadDrop

Are we even going to have time to expand the Black Market Trade? This RP isn't very long is it? I mean if we're already going into the heist in RP the next day.

I'm just wondering you know?

Goblins of the Wilds

Well hell, I'm a day behind, I thought it was Thursday

Goblins of the Wilds

He told me in Discord yesterday he'll post by...Today sometimes or Friday. @Searat @Aristocles

Dead Presidents

Johhny suddenly launched himself to his feet. And proclaimed as he did, "Alright! I'm leaving my lil' friends here." The five insect drones let out a chorus of cheers, raising up on hind legs to thrust fore legs into the air like they are giving arm pumps. After that they leap off Johnny's shoulders and chest and scamper about, finding places to watch the goings on. The Rigger isn't going to miss much by the looks of it. One of them even skitters up, along the table, over Kurt's arm briefly, onto the lip of the suit case and then peers into the case curiously. Johnny grins, "I'm going to go see to that Buffalo, yo!"

He turns and heads out. Up the ramp path to the door out of the building. Though Johnny isn't there in person, his Drones tweet and skitter about. Watching listening for the man.

Outside there's a beep, and before what looked like a PoS rusting hulk shudders. The camo-chrome shimmering, and revealing the beauty beneath, a beautiful retooled and tuned up Tesrolet 2020 Scorpion muscle car, pride of the Tesla/Chevrolet merger. A big block, powerful car, seats five, he'd pulled part of the team out in it once even. One of his favorite rides. As he approaches the car beeps again bio-sensors crediting him coming near, and starting the car with a roar. Slipping into the car and plugging the Rigger Jack into the data jack on the back of his neck, and he's one with the car. With a roar he peels on out into the street. And makes his way back to his garage and home. Gotta pull that Ablewerth Buffalo out of it's place, get his drones to start painting it over. May take all night. He won't miss a thing at the meeting though. Not a chance.

Dead Presidents

Darn right we posting son! Get the most out of this.

Dead Presidents

Johnny hums sucking on his weed stick. The fragant scent wafting up into the air above him, he made sure not to give Ashy a snootful though. When she verfied his curiousity he grinned brightly, "Ashy! My girl!" He reaches up stealing a fist bump off her, "You girl are the best. Helping lil' ol' Johnny out." He sniffed and let out a cloud of weed smoke, "I got this then. SecuRanks Blue, Silver and Copper. Yeah man I can have my drones paint the Buffalo Combat Wagon up perfect. More then enough room for anyone who wants to hop along. He tapped out the weed stick on the ratty arm chair arm rest then slots it away for later.

He takes a moment to look around at the rest of the group. Fuck it feel like forever now. The Dead Presidents. Damn what a bunch, Ash, Kurt, Kevin, and Alex too. Damn it'd be a thing to leave this all behind. But they called it, this is the time to get out. No crew no matter how good they are, can stay ahead of the tide. They could likely go on for another couple of years maybe atleast eight more. But they'd all start to slow down. Even him, it's getting harder and harder to pull back out of his drones and cars. Easier and easier to do his day to day errands as one of his drones. There's terms for it. Everything from nasty stuff like, "Jack Sickness" to just plain losing the fight to return to the meat body. He shook his head, one of his little drones reaching up to place a metal leg on his cheek worriedly.

He shook himself out of his reverie, "Fuck me..." He mutters, then looks over to Kurt, "Guys got a point. We gonna leave this last one with a bang right? Do it like that, and no one will forget the Dead Presidents."