The Tryon-3 had 3 mechs worth of batteries. Since, you know, it was made of three mechs with their own generators. The only reason it lost was because it EVENTUALLY ran out of gas in the fight immediately after the "THIS IS WHY WE HAVE LIMITS" fight where they showed why they had limits- to prevent exactly what's happening in-game.
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1. Yeah, I figured the radar-absorbent paint wouldn't matter because of all the easily detected Minovsky/Plavsky Particles flying around anyway.
2. Even if it DID matter, I don't see anything about thermal imaging on your sheet.
3. At no point did I say I was moving erratically or leaving "exhaust lines." We are in space. There is no exhaust trail. You're making that up and controlling my character's actions to give yourself an unfair advantage.
4. Your mech tanked pretty much the best damage my mech can put out (a relativistic dropkick) with a total damage of "some paint scratches" and now you're trying to say your mech is faster than the designated melee mech built for speed. What, exactly, is your mech NOT going to be automagically better than mine at?
1. Yeah, I figured the radar-absorbent paint wouldn't matter because of all the easily detected Minovsky/Plavsky Particles flying around anyway.
2. Even if it DID matter, I don't see anything about thermal imaging on your sheet.
3. At no point did I say I was moving erratically or leaving "exhaust lines." We are in space. There is no exhaust trail. You're making that up and controlling my character's actions to give yourself an unfair advantage.
4. Your mech tanked pretty much the best damage my mech can put out (a relativistic dropkick) with a total damage of "some paint scratches" and now you're trying to say your mech is faster than the designated melee mech built for speed. What, exactly, is your mech NOT going to be automagically better than mine at?
Of course, you can't exactly use parlor tricks to catch up to something traveling at relativistic speeds. There weren't any shortcuts- unless that stupid angel-looking edgejob with its magic marker paintscheme was capable of INSTANTANEOUSLY tunneling through several tons of solid rock while also picking up speed. So Joe simply pointed the beetle legs that remained in Mobile Suit mode backward and fired at the unit's wings with the piddling slug cannons, performing an aileron roll to dodge the pink bullets and speeding off into the asteroid field- the mech shifting to darker and darker shades of red. Honestly, that pilot was lucky that there was a waiting period on some of the parts he needed to
"Damn, you idiots got SPOILED with all those fancy mobile suits! All those stupid systems, laser cannons, beam weapons, and spacemagic made you forget what robots are all about!"
"Damn, you idiots got SPOILED with all those fancy mobile suits! All those stupid systems, laser cannons, beam weapons, and spacemagic made you forget what robots are all about!"
There was a blip which suddenly appeared behind Kyo's mech. It was then a foot planted itself in the back of her Gundam's head at near light-speed, and then flew straight off into the distance faster than her eyes- or sensors- could keep up with. The mech in question was very, very red though. Taking advantage of the open comms, a Japanese pilot shouted in.
"SHOULDA USED THE COVER, DUMBASS!"
While normally, the Dybile Gundam wouldn't be able to fly because of gravity, in space there was no such restriction- just point the rockets behind you and fly around at almost physically impossible speeds, kicking people in the back of the head. This speed was what made Dybile such a threat to the Federation and ZOO forces during its use in Gundam Beast- speed so great it interfered with the sensors of mechs and was quite literally impossible to follow with the naked eye. Combined with a RADAR-absorbent paintjob he'd gotten from Uncle Go, it made the machine undetectable at anything but point-blank range.
"SHOULDA USED THE COVER, DUMBASS!"
While normally, the Dybile Gundam wouldn't be able to fly because of gravity, in space there was no such restriction- just point the rockets behind you and fly around at almost physically impossible speeds, kicking people in the back of the head. This speed was what made Dybile such a threat to the Federation and ZOO forces during its use in Gundam Beast- speed so great it interfered with the sensors of mechs and was quite literally impossible to follow with the naked eye. Combined with a RADAR-absorbent paintjob he'd gotten from Uncle Go, it made the machine undetectable at anything but point-blank range.
Name: Joe Kurogane
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Nationality: Japanese
Favorite Gundam Series: G Gundam, Gundam Beast
Personality: Joe doesn't want to be here. He's not interested in the Gundam franchise, he's not interested in pursuing a career in pro Gunpla, and he really, really hates the kind of losers that frequent the Akibahara district. However, he understands what wins in this sport, just like in the Toku and "actual decent robot" shows he loves: Hard Work And Guts. While your performance in the arena won't impress him, your training MIGHT. He's mostly sticking around because it's the school closest to his house, and by Japanese school districts, he's stuck here. Plus, he figures that the faculty here's going to be interested in funding one of his personal projects.
History: Joe's family has always been gearheads who love giant robots, superheroes, and space. Well, giant robots that aren't Gundam. This really colored their career paths. His Uncle Go builds military robots. His Uncle Saotome works on autopilot systems for jets. His brother Jiron works in bomb disposal. His sister Noriko joined the navy to work with guidance systems. His cousin Gai is an astronaut. Joe and his father, however, take after Grandpa Sadamitsu- a grizzled mechanic and known hellraiser from the days when Bancho were in every schoolyard. As Joe's father Kouji took up the Kurogane Motors mechanic shop withe the retirement of his grandfather, Joe was set to take up the mantle down the road, after apprenticing under his father and graduating high school.
That is, until he received an invitation to a gunpla school in the district with no way to refuse. Due to the zoning laws of the Japanese education system, he must attend the closest school to his place of residence- in this case, the unaccredited school where students study Gunpla and nothing else. He dreads being stuck here, since he's pretty sure they don't give out real diplomas and he has no interest in being a professional gunpla player. But while he's here, he might as well make some friends.
Gunpla Info
Musha Gundam Triumph Custom
Scale: 1/100
Based from: Musha Gundam
weapons: DJ Gun (Tanegashima Rifle), Citruslicer & Peerless Saber (kotetsumaru katanas), Heat Tomahawks
Special features: Those flags? They're the heat tomahawks.
Kuuga/Kuuga Gouram
Scale: 1/144
Based from: OM-LU04G2 Dybile Gundam
weapons: Two low-grade cannons in the bug legs.
Special features: Like most mechs from Gundam Beast, the Dybile Gundam is able to switch between a Beast Mode and Mobile Suit mode with various advantages and disadvantages. In the case of Dybile, the Beast Mode is capable of flight and has better defenses. However, while it can't fly, the Mobile Suit mode has hands. As an additional advantage, its thrusters are all pointed backward in Suit Mode- allowing it to use all its thrust to move forward quickly.
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Nationality: Japanese
Favorite Gundam Series: G Gundam, Gundam Beast
Personality: Joe doesn't want to be here. He's not interested in the Gundam franchise, he's not interested in pursuing a career in pro Gunpla, and he really, really hates the kind of losers that frequent the Akibahara district. However, he understands what wins in this sport, just like in the Toku and "actual decent robot" shows he loves: Hard Work And Guts. While your performance in the arena won't impress him, your training MIGHT. He's mostly sticking around because it's the school closest to his house, and by Japanese school districts, he's stuck here. Plus, he figures that the faculty here's going to be interested in funding one of his personal projects.
History: Joe's family has always been gearheads who love giant robots, superheroes, and space. Well, giant robots that aren't Gundam. This really colored their career paths. His Uncle Go builds military robots. His Uncle Saotome works on autopilot systems for jets. His brother Jiron works in bomb disposal. His sister Noriko joined the navy to work with guidance systems. His cousin Gai is an astronaut. Joe and his father, however, take after Grandpa Sadamitsu- a grizzled mechanic and known hellraiser from the days when Bancho were in every schoolyard. As Joe's father Kouji took up the Kurogane Motors mechanic shop withe the retirement of his grandfather, Joe was set to take up the mantle down the road, after apprenticing under his father and graduating high school.
That is, until he received an invitation to a gunpla school in the district with no way to refuse. Due to the zoning laws of the Japanese education system, he must attend the closest school to his place of residence- in this case, the unaccredited school where students study Gunpla and nothing else. He dreads being stuck here, since he's pretty sure they don't give out real diplomas and he has no interest in being a professional gunpla player. But while he's here, he might as well make some friends.
Gunpla Info
Musha Gundam Triumph Custom
Scale: 1/100
Based from: Musha Gundam
weapons: DJ Gun (Tanegashima Rifle), Citruslicer & Peerless Saber (kotetsumaru katanas), Heat Tomahawks
Special features: Those flags? They're the heat tomahawks.
Kuuga/Kuuga Gouram
Scale: 1/144
Based from: OM-LU04G2 Dybile Gundam
weapons: Two low-grade cannons in the bug legs.
Special features: Like most mechs from Gundam Beast, the Dybile Gundam is able to switch between a Beast Mode and Mobile Suit mode with various advantages and disadvantages. In the case of Dybile, the Beast Mode is capable of flight and has better defenses. However, while it can't fly, the Mobile Suit mode has hands. As an additional advantage, its thrusters are all pointed backward in Suit Mode- allowing it to use all its thrust to move forward quickly.
I'll do my best to post regularly, but midterm projects are coming up. You may have lost some players to that.
Name: Joe Kurogane
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance: i.imgur.com/Sgd4GSm.jpg
Nationality: Japanese
Favorite Gundam Series: G Gundam, Gundam Beast
Personality: Joe doesn't want to be here. He's not interested in the Gundam franchise, he's not interested in pursuing a career in pro Gunpla, and he really, really hates the kind of losers that frequent the Akibahara district. However, he understands what wins in this sport, just like in the Toku and "actual decent robot" shows he loves: Hard Work And Guts. While your performance in the arena won't impress him, your training MIGHT. He's mostly sticking around because it's the school closest to his house, and by Japanese school districts, he's stuck here. Plus, he figures that the faculty here's going to be interested in funding one of his personal projects.
History: Joe's family has always been gearheads who love giant robots, superheroes, and space. Well, giant robots that aren't Gundam. This really colored their career paths. His Uncle Go builds military robots. His Uncle Saotome works on autopilot systems for jets. His brother Jiron works in bomb disposal. His sister Noriko joined the navy to work with guidance systems. His cousin Gai is an astronaut. Joe and his father, however, take after Grandpa Sadamitsu- a grizzled mechanic and known hellraiser from the days when Bancho were in every schoolyard. As Joe's father Kouji took up the Kurogane Motors mechanic shop withe the retirement of his grandfather, Joe was set to take up the mantle down the road, after apprenticing under his father and graduating high school.
That is, until he received an invitation to a gunpla school in the district with no way to refuse. Due to the zoning laws of the Japanese education system, he must attend the closest school to his place of residence- in this case, the unaccredited school where students study Gunpla and nothing else. He dreads being stuck here, since he's pretty sure they don't give out real diplomas and he has no interest in being a professional gunpla player. But while he's here, he might as well make some friends.
Gunpla Info
Musha Gundam Triumph Custom
Scale: 1/100
Based from: Musha Gundam
Gundam Appearance:
weapons: DJ Gun (Tanegashima Rifle), Citruslicer & Peerless Saber (kotetsumaru katanas), Heat Tomahawks
Special features: Those flags? They're the heat tomahawks.
Kuuga/Kuuga Gouram
Scale: 1/144
Based from: OM-LU04G2 Dybile Gundam
Gundam Appearance: imgur.com/a/I52bJ, though it's been painted red with gold highlights.
weapons: None.
Special features: Like most mechs from Gundam Beast, the Dybile Gundam is able to switch between a Beast Mode and Mobile Suit mode. In the case of Dybile, the Beast Mode is capable of flight and has better defenses. However, while it can't fly, the Mobile Suit mode has hands. As an additional advantage, its thrusters are all pointed backward in Suit Mode- allowing it to use all its thrust to move forward quickly.
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance: i.imgur.com/Sgd4GSm.jpg
Nationality: Japanese
Favorite Gundam Series: G Gundam, Gundam Beast
Personality: Joe doesn't want to be here. He's not interested in the Gundam franchise, he's not interested in pursuing a career in pro Gunpla, and he really, really hates the kind of losers that frequent the Akibahara district. However, he understands what wins in this sport, just like in the Toku and "actual decent robot" shows he loves: Hard Work And Guts. While your performance in the arena won't impress him, your training MIGHT. He's mostly sticking around because it's the school closest to his house, and by Japanese school districts, he's stuck here. Plus, he figures that the faculty here's going to be interested in funding one of his personal projects.
History: Joe's family has always been gearheads who love giant robots, superheroes, and space. Well, giant robots that aren't Gundam. This really colored their career paths. His Uncle Go builds military robots. His Uncle Saotome works on autopilot systems for jets. His brother Jiron works in bomb disposal. His sister Noriko joined the navy to work with guidance systems. His cousin Gai is an astronaut. Joe and his father, however, take after Grandpa Sadamitsu- a grizzled mechanic and known hellraiser from the days when Bancho were in every schoolyard. As Joe's father Kouji took up the Kurogane Motors mechanic shop withe the retirement of his grandfather, Joe was set to take up the mantle down the road, after apprenticing under his father and graduating high school.
That is, until he received an invitation to a gunpla school in the district with no way to refuse. Due to the zoning laws of the Japanese education system, he must attend the closest school to his place of residence- in this case, the unaccredited school where students study Gunpla and nothing else. He dreads being stuck here, since he's pretty sure they don't give out real diplomas and he has no interest in being a professional gunpla player. But while he's here, he might as well make some friends.
Gunpla Info
Musha Gundam Triumph Custom
Scale: 1/100
Based from: Musha Gundam
Gundam Appearance:
weapons: DJ Gun (Tanegashima Rifle), Citruslicer & Peerless Saber (kotetsumaru katanas), Heat Tomahawks
Special features: Those flags? They're the heat tomahawks.
Kuuga/Kuuga Gouram
Scale: 1/144
Based from: OM-LU04G2 Dybile Gundam
Gundam Appearance: imgur.com/a/I52bJ, though it's been painted red with gold highlights.
weapons: None.
Special features: Like most mechs from Gundam Beast, the Dybile Gundam is able to switch between a Beast Mode and Mobile Suit mode. In the case of Dybile, the Beast Mode is capable of flight and has better defenses. However, while it can't fly, the Mobile Suit mode has hands. As an additional advantage, its thrusters are all pointed backward in Suit Mode- allowing it to use all its thrust to move forward quickly.
The Dark Sun of Athas is a campaign setting, like Greyhawk, Eberron, Forgotten Realms, or Ravenloft. It is, indeed, one of the bleakest settings in D&D, if not in all of fiction. The world is a desert, stripped clean of fertility by arcane magic- so your wizard's getting lynched. The civilized world is ruled by the Dragon-Kings, immortal wizards of vast power using arcane magic to kill the world faster and become dragons, which don't exist in Athas. EXCEPT the Dragon of Tyr, who is basically evil incarnate. Every bit of wildlife is psionic, and will kill you at the drop of a hat. The halflings are savage cannibals, the elves have no forests, the dwarves are a slave race, and gnomes, goblins, and orcs were wiped out in genocidal wars millenia ago. The art of forging metal is considered a lost art of a more advanced time.
Athas is a shithole. Such a shithole, in fact, that the average build for NPC's is "Third Level PC class." See that no-name beggar? Third level psion. See that slave? Third level Rogue. See that paladin? No you don't, Athas is such a shithole that the gods have abandoned it altogether. It's a blasted hellhole of a world, and there are no heroes- a Dark Sun game is about surviving.
Athas is a shithole. Such a shithole, in fact, that the average build for NPC's is "Third Level PC class." See that no-name beggar? Third level psion. See that slave? Third level Rogue. See that paladin? No you don't, Athas is such a shithole that the gods have abandoned it altogether. It's a blasted hellhole of a world, and there are no heroes- a Dark Sun game is about surviving.
The Ganma
Booregard sighed. He'd read through at least four chapters of a boring book on engine maintenance. He'd read through a newspaper with job opportunities, circa 1947 (one of the articles had actually said "ways to keep coloreds from your business."). And there was still no one in the records office yet. He might as well see about evolving to make the haunting more effective. He shoved the contents of the desk before him into a big pile, still invisible, and began going through them. He tossed the duds behind him into a garbage can, the bottom caked with chewing gum that was probably older than most people currently in the prison.
"Pencil? Junk. 1949 dirty mag? Junk. Adding machine? Junk. Dead Spider?"
He thought for a moment, placing it to the side. He wasn't sure if he could evolve using living things, even if they were dead. Everyone he knew used either a tool or weapon.
"...Keep in mind. Brick? Naaah. Lamp? Nope. Uh... Calendar? Paper? Chair? Desk?"
Booregard leaned back in his chair, sighing in frustration and giving it a light spin. These objects were all pretty lackluster. Shouldn't there have been a key or something? At least then he could do spooky stuff with doors. He clenched his fist in determination.
"I need something that'll bring my level of spookiness to new heights! I've got to be the best I can be! The boss says that's what being a Monster's all about- doing your very best for your friends! And damn it, they hired me because I'm spooky- I've got to be spookier than ever!"
He slammed his fist onto the desk, scattering papers. It was then he felt a prick and looked up- to see pooling blood. But... he was a ghost. He didn't bleed. He moved the papers hastily out of the way, to see an ancient fountain pen leaking blood-red ink. Booregard looked at it. This was a sign. A sign from the patrons of spookiness. From every vengeful spirit in this hellhole. It was his time. It was time... to get spooky. Raising the pen, he tossed it into the air, watching it form into a jacket for him- the sleeves and back made of rolling currents of blood-red ink, with sleeves formed from the wooden halves of the pen over his arms. Even the head of the pen joined in, forming a crown and mask facing downward. Looking over his new outfit in a dusty window, he nodded, and began writing in the air. When nothing happened, he looked disappointed, going through various hand motions. The hook'em horns, various religious handsigns, even going so far as to snap his fingers. But still, nothing happened. Eventually, he came upon the correct one- a simple wave- and the message appeared, seemingly bleeding through the wall.
GET OUT
Laughing with glee, he walked through the wall, using his invisibility to search for those still lost in the prison.
Chain Shadow, the Basement
"...That once you receive it you'll agree to being dead."
Chain Shadow had been taking guns he'd found around the basement and removing most of the ammo, putting it in his coffin. If he and his friends were going to be the monsters, they were pretty much immune to bullets- except his seniors, the Hominids. Well, at least Swamp Hominid, but he had regenerative healing. But just because the bullets were useless, that didn't mean the shot of the protagonist unloading a gun uselessly should go on for too long. He was interrupted by the sound of an explosion. He shrugged and got back to work.
"...Well, that's none of my business. I've brought this lovely coffin..."
The Hominids
Lightning Hominid stood atop the dockhouse, moving his arms around overhead, groaning. Translation is provided below.
"GRAAAAAGH, GRAOAAORARGROAAA! UNGAAOKAN, AOARAORAOOOOOAAAG, GOAOAAYAAAOA, AOROEAAAAAGH! ARGAOR, ORAR! GREAAAAONK! GROOAAOAD! GAAAAROOO-"
World, hear the cries of the Mu Empire, we who are born from the Earth! I, Lightning Hominid, born of the clouds, ask for a mighty storm! Lightning above, strike fear into the hearts of humans! Rains and wind, drench the earth in terror! And thunder-
It was then that he heard the explosion, staggering backwards and looking around in shock. Swamp Homind floated to the surface, stunned from the shockwave like a trout in a lake that just got a lit stick of dynamite shoved in. The Mummy Hominid, being the most experienced actor, did not break character as it sat in an electric chair within the prison, looking like a charred corpse.
Clearing his throat, Lightning Hominid returned to the ritual.
"...Greaog, araog?"
...T-Thunder, please tone it down a little.
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