M.E.G.A.S XLR [finally BEGINS...-_-]Ltd. LSUs

[Bamm]

M.E.G.A.S. XLR

Lately, there have been many reports of huge robots in car shows and other places around the city. They've become very popular among the youth as well as other age groups. International Mobile-Suit Associative Group Enterprises , or I.M.A.G.E, has been set up in the United States. And to kick off their grand opening, they've set up the I.M.A.G.E Tournament. The prize is $50,000 in cash. But the Tournament isn't the only thing the kid's have to worry about. Tara, a girl from the future, has traveled back in time to reclaim the the robots that she and her clan had stolen from the Glorfts in 346 A.E-After Earth. Seeing as the 20th century Robatonats aren't willing to give up their prized robots, she commences into battle with them. Having her robots quickly defeated, and destroyed, she becomes stuck in our time. Seeing as the alterations the Robatonats are considered "unpilotable", she allows the selected few to keep the robots with the CPU's from the future that belonged to the original M.E.G.A.S. She then tells them the story of the M.E.G.A.S., and why they were sent back:

The M.E.G.A.S were sent back into the past to stop a clan of evil aliens, the Glorfts, from attacking and taking over Earth in the near future. The Gorfts, an evil slug/octopus-like race, are threatening the warriors of Earth. Since they want their "weapons of Mass Destruction" they allow you to know that the M.E.G.A.S.' are theirs and that they shall take them back at any cost. All robots are slain and brutally destroyed, except those few...

[thanks 4 the criticism]

In this RPG you are one of the select few who recieves/finds a cpu of one of the Megas to save the Earth from the Glorphs. Here's the sign-up:

Name: (What's this again?)
Age: (Duh)
Gender: (No Bi's/Gays/Lesbians plz!:lol
Character Description:
Personality:
History: (Just a bit about yourself)
Other:

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MEGA's Name: (The names are usually Acronyms, or abbreviations)
Description:
Armaments: (Nothing too powerful, plz!)
Special Systems: (Smoke Emitters, ThermoSensors, etc.)
Other:

My Signup:

Name: Tank Jonah
Age: 17
Gender: Male

Description: Tank is tall and bulky. He has wild navy-blue hair with brown eyes and tanned skin. He usually wears a navy-blue sweater that have the sleeves torn off over a white t-shirt and blue jeans. He always wears black-and-white tennis shoes and is seen sometimes wearing a navy bandana.

Personality: Tank is a wild, boisterous, loud type of guy. He doesn't care what people think of him, is friendly, but doesn't let anything get in his way...well, except for food.

History: Tank was raised in San Francisco, where the tournament is beginning. He is ready to go all the way in his custom-made robot mobile suit.

Other: *Gives strict medical attention to other*
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MEGA'S Name: T.I.T.A.N -- Totally Immense Titanic Avatar Noggin (couldn't think of anyting else.)

Description: Titan is maroon/crimson-painted with black feet and fists. It has a paintjob that looks as if it's going so fast the paint is peeling leaving only the silver primer behind. It's a squarish robot compared to most others and has a cockpit consisting of a maroon 2004 Dodge Viper Convertible. His main controls are the steering wheel, a clear-blue playstation 2 controller, and the stick shift. The speakers in the cockpit also have a vice command option that do simple tasks. There are also a bunch of buttons where the radio is and thrusters on his legs and back. He has also recently installed an A.I. that he can speak to to operate all of the functions without moving a finger.

Armaments: TITAN's armaments are all fold-outs.
- 2x shoulder-mounted 8-pod rocket launchers
- His hands can shoot off magnetically
- 2x Gatling machine guns on his wrists
- 1 Particle Cannon in Chest

Special Systems: ThermoSensors and a FlightPak
Thermo Sensors: Heat detectors
FlightPak: Uses thrusters to fly
StatFists: Allows electricity to surge through the fists
(A/C & heating and Comm.Link comes standard)

Other:
(after med. attention)*beats it and blows it around with TITAN*

There Ya Go Finally! Sorry about the wait. I have Baseball games and Football camp, so I have very limited time. I'll try to post as much as I can, though. Actually I could use an assistant GameMaster, so if anyone wants to help keep this thing rolling, then say something about it. N E Ways, I'll post IC a little later, I have to get my hair cut.

Have fun!

[Beach Boy]

I'll do it,
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Name: Ben Devilian
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Character Description: Spiky red hair with yellow highlights, green eyes. A black t-shirt with a basketball griped by a falcon's talon. Black jeans, a bluish green headband, navy blue sneakers with in-line roller blades additions.
Personality: Super Cocky, jumps in before he thinks. Hyper active.
History: He was raised in Miami Florida.
Other: His father is CEO of Devilian Drives, a car company built for families and extreme racing.

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MEGA's Name: B.L.I.T.Z.
Description: The legs have tidal waves and lighting bolts decals. The right arm is yellow with black streaks and the left arm is blue with black waves. Has a blue 2004 Toyota Solra with yellow streaks on the sides for a head, and the chest looks like a cross between a blow fan and a death ray. The basic controls are made up of a sliver Wavebird Gamecube Controller for battle, a DJ Station for manual control, and a VCR with the tape "Funky Dances of the 70's" for victory dances
Armaments: A lighting rod on the right arm that can absorb energy base attacks. The right arm has miniature buster blaster and a shield generator. The left arm can store water and release it with the strength of a tsunami. The center chest fires a mixture of water and electricity at the same time.
Special Systems: Submergible. Interchangeable armor weapons, which means he can hook up with his weapons to the other robots.
Other: (Shaves other’s belly with a sharp rust dagger)

Ben
^^^^^^^^^^^^

I was plotting Blitz to the city, my mom was so worry that she constantly call me on the cell (luckily I had a tape of me saying "I'm fine" playing over and over again to save time.)

"Man, traffic sure is slow today," I said to myself, seeing the traffic jam over 5 miles far, "Dweg, this tournament must kick huge arse." When the thought of the tournament enter my mind, all I could think of was the thousands of bling-bling in Blitz’s trunk, and all the hottie babes I’ll meet. Chicks dig giant robots with sweet paint jobs.

“RE-OOO, REE-OOO,” came the police car behind me,

“Oh, great,” I mumble as I pull over and went into the elevator. On the way down, I listen to normal elevator music. The elevator stopped at Blitz’s leg, were a Police Academy reject was waiting.

The guy spit out his chewing tobacco, “Whaddya think ya er doing, punk?”

“Um… walking. Is that a problem?” I replied,

The cop pulled out his club and point the road behind Blitz, “It is when ya leave craters that big, aren’t ya too youngling to drive this here Auto-MO-bile?”

“Technically, it’s not a car,”

“If it ‘ant no car or wheelie thing, then take it out of this here road.”

“Aye Aye,” I said out loud, then I said under my breath, “Admiral Butt-head,”

[Mystic_clown]

Name: Jack Bonz
Age: 18
Gender: male
Character Description: He’s got short, shaggy, straw coloured hair and cold blue eyes. He’s pretty tall and lanky and has a pale complexion. He wears a black shirt, an old, grey coat with dark green patches on the elbows, black pants, black boots, old, brown gloves and an old, grey steeple hat with a red band around the base. He also wears a pendant with a silver skull on the end.
Personality: He’s a total loner who rarely ever talks. He prefers to hang around isolated places such as graveyards or abandoned warehouses. He isn’t really willing to except help and likes to do things his way.
History: When he was very young, his parents were lost in a train accident. He was taken in by one of the executives of I.M.A.G.E. and lived his life in luxury. He never had any real friends and his foster father was always too busy to spend time. He had nobody. It’s really no wonder he grew up to be such a loner. He decided to enter the tournament and was given his own custom MEGA.
Other:

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MEGA's Name: N.E.C.R.O.S.
Description: It resembles EVA 1 from Neon Genesis Evangelion, but instead of its body being purple, tan and green, its black, purple and red. It appears a lot more bulky and it has spikes going down its back. It has spiky shoulder pads and a skull painted on its chest. The top half of its head is painted white, (a bit like a skull) and has chains wrapped around its arms.
Armaments:
Laser Scythe
Missile launcher installed in its chest (foldout)
Cutting Laser installed in its mouth.
Shoulder mounted machine guns. (foldout)
Special Systems:
Smoke Emitters
Bezerker System: Whenever N.E.C.R.O.S. receives a heavy amount of damage, it goes out of control, and attacking the enemy continuously, bare handed.
Other:

Jack Bonz
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I leaned against the elevator wall as I rode down to the underground hanger where N.E.C.R.O.S. was being kept. The door opened and I stepped out. Julius, head of the science team behind building N.E.C.R.O.S. walked up to me.
“Is everything on schedule?” I asked.
“Yes Mr. Bonz,” Julius replied, “You’ll be glad to know that the cutting laser, the missile launcher, the machine guns and the smoke emitters have all been installed. We’ll have the laser scythe completed in time for the tournament.” I gave him a dark smile.
“Excellent,” I said, as I walked past.
“But there’s still one small problem.” I looked back at him.
“What?”
“The Bezerker System. I recommend against installing it.”
“I had planned to install the Bezerker System onto N.E.C.R.O.S. when I first decided to create it.”
“But we haven’t even tested it yet! And only an executive has the power to authorize a test.”
“I told you before. The Bezerker System is to remain top-secret. Not even my father knows about it and that’s how its going to stay.”
“But sir…”
“The Bezerker System will be installed as planned!” I walked over to the where N.E.C.R.O.S. was being kept. A smile deeper then darkness spread across my face.
“Soon,” I said, “Soon you’ll be awakened, and become the most powerful M.E.G.A. in existence!”

[MToolen]

[color=teal]Name: Mxyzptlk (pronounced MIKS-yess-pit-lick) (no last name)
Age: 23
Gender: M
Character Description: Extremely short (4'11"), with short, neat black hair; ice blue eyes. Usually wears green "1-UP" tee with khaki shorts and flip flops.
Personality: A little spontaneous; always confident and optimistic and always tries to find a pun in the midst of even the most heinous of situations. However, he doesn't just slack off: he does his job and takes it (among few other things) seriously. Has a mean streak; when angered or annoyed, Mxyzptlk yells and blows his fuse.
History: His parents divorced early in his life; he lived with his mom. The parent set up an easy-going system that, as long as he didn't hurt himself and got his chores done, he would have her total support. As such, he took to playing video games and watching TV almost constantly. He blames coffee (which he drank heavily in his teens) as the primary cause of his shortness. Still plays video games and watches TV almost constantly, but at his own pad (a small apartment, but better than his mom's)
Other: Legally changed his name to Mxyzptlk; was originally William Kraftwerk (still occasionally responds to Bill). Has fantastic photographic (picture), audiophonic (sound) videophonic (sequence of events/detail of action) memories, but terrible short-term memory.

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MEGA's Name: A.F.F.E.N.
Description: Body structure similar in proportion to a monkey, with the arms extending to the ground and legs 1/4 the size of the arms. Has a smaller head in proportion to a monkey's, though. Also has prehensile tail.
Armaments:
- 25 caliber sniper shot located in head (aimable with a laser also mounted in the head)
- Prehensile tail (can be used as melee weapon)
Special Systems:
Electrophysiological control mechanism (can control the M.E.G.A. with physical movement similar to the control mechanism in G Gundam; also controls tail mentally)
Other: About the name: Affen is German for monkeys; the acronym is thus:
- Argus-eyed - "extremely observant; watchful"; describes the tactic of the M.E.G.A.
- Fixable - In order for the sniper shot to work at its maximum, the M.E.G.A stabilizes itself, fixing to the ground.
- Forest-ready - Strangely enough, A.F.F.E.N. works best in dense vegetation
- Engineering Nexus - Mxyzptlk toiled for years getting A.F.F.E.N. into good physical condition, almost replacing his love for video games and television.

Now then...

Mxyzptlk
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I awoke to a ringing noise in my ears. Why were my ears ringing? I looked around and saw my alarm clock beeping on steadily. I guess I finally broke the snooze button. That means I'll have to get up, but I can't do it without moving, or else the manager'll-
"Muh-zyiz-pat-elk!" his voice boomed from the hallway. "You get your stupid thing out of the yard!"
"Iffz Mffsmzzprfftllrk," I muffled through my pillow. Yup, it was another one of those days...
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Eventually, after arguing with the apartment manager, I got out onto A.F.F.E.N. and booted her up. Luckily, I had programmed this thing for wi-fi a few years back, so I got on to check my email (what the neighbor doesn't know won't hurt him). Sorting through the spam, I found an interesting note from a certain Tara... something about my A.F.F.E.N. ...
"Do you want me to kick you out of your apartment, Kraftwerk?"
Now that was the last straw. First, he wakes me up, then he interrupts me, but calling me my real name? Unacceptable. I activated A.F.F.E.N.'s systems and squeezed its thumb and forefinger inside the window of his office, grabbing him in the process. Soon, he had his elastic hanging from the flagpole in front of the complex, A.F.F.E.N. resumed its parking spot in the backyard, and I was off in search of something to do. Checking my watch, I- whoa, it was that late already? I needed to get to the I.M.A.G.E. meeting fast!
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Sorry to screw you guys over, but, if this RPG lasts this long, I won't be able to post 6/21-6/25 and 6/28-7/22. Busy summer; sorry again.

[Bamm]

I should let you know, you shouldn't know that they are M.E.G.A.S yet. That will come shortly, after we see who's still alive out there.


Tank Jonah
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I looked up at the robot I had just reconstructed. I wasn't satisfied. I tried to figure out what would make it perfect. What would top it it off? I found the nearest black and silver buckets of paint that I had and got on the little scalpel Chester, the owner of the lot, and I had made. I loaded the paint on to it. Looking down at Chester from the 'arm' of the robot I'd nicknamed "T.I.T.A.N."- the Totally Immense Titanic Avataral Noggin.(I couldn't think of a robotic thing that started with 'N'.

I signaled Chester to move and spat into the air to see if it would reach the ground. As it turned out it evaporated after about ten seconds of air time.I turned around and put my hands against the robot where I would paint. I outlined the graphic in black paint and colored it in with silver after about 3 hours of painting the arms. I had to move to the legs. I took the black paint and made an outline. I colored it in with silver once again and did the same once more on the jet packs on it's 'calves'.

I got down and looked up in satisfaction. My robot now looked as if it were going so fast the paint had started to peel. It couldn't get any better. The guys down the street would be jealous. I was thinking about what could be done with TITAN when Chetser came up to me with a small flyer in his hand and hundreds of envelopes under his arm.

"Geez," I said to Chest, "You haven't checked your mail in a while, have you? What's that?"

"Well, I don't care about mail," He said, "Anyways, this is a flyer that came in the mail for you today. Like you live here."

He forked over the flyer and watched as I looked at it. It was the Annual I.M.A.G.E. Tournament flyer. Everyone entering the tournament had to go through the preliminaries to see if they could hold their own in the stadium. Everyone had to enter by June 3.

I looked at the paper for a while until I realized that it said June 3. "JUNE THE THIRD?" I said panicking, "THAT'S TODAY!"

I ran over to TITAN's foot and pressed the buttons on the little pad to enter my passcode. I turned to ask Chest if he was coming, though he said no, and went on. I fired up TITAN's boosters and zoomed off into the sky towards the large stadium in the center of the city.

[Beach Boy]

Ben

Lousy redneck cop, forcing my robot of the road! I'm going to be late and I could see the stadium where the tournament is going to be at, but I couldn't use the road, or that jerk-wad pig will give me a ticket, which would give Mom a heart attack.

"Think, Ben, Think, you been in worse situations then this." I said to myself, But instead of having an idea, I got a flash back instead, about the time I was taking a math exam and tried to think the answer to what 1 x 1 = is.

I then I shook my head back to reality. I then notice there was lake next to the stadium, and remember that my robot is waterproof. I then shifted into second gear and cannon ball into the lake, the splash flooded the nearby highway where that creep cop sped off. HeHeHeHe.

I reemerged from the depth of the water at the base of the stadium. I just shouted, "ME: One, Doughnut Stuffer: ZERO!"

[Mystic_clown]

Jack Bonz
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I looked at the surrounding landscape as I piloted N.E.C.R.O.S. to the stadium. The M.E.G.A. handled pretty well, moved smoothly and wasn’t difficult to maintain control.
Moves pretty well. Well-done Julius. Now we just have to see if it’s combat worth.
I was approaching the stadium when I heard a loud splash coming from the lake not far from me. I looked over to see a M.E.G.A. climbing out of the lake.
“Me: 1 Doughnut stuffer: 0!” the pilot shouted.
“Are you entering the tournament or having your M.E.G.A. go for a swim?” I asked, walking over to him. The M.E.G.A looked over at me. The screen to the right of me flickered to life and the pilot’s face appeared. It was a boy around three years younger then me.
“Are you entering the tournament too?” he asked and then whistled.
“That’s a nice looking robot you’ve got there. The name’s Ben Devilian.”
“Jack Bonz,” I replied. Ben’s M.E.G.A. extended its hand.
“Well, good luck to ya,” Ben said, “may the best man win.” I turned and headed for the stadium.
“I plan to.”

[MarillTogepi]

Name: Demi Shir
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Character Description: Hair cut into a perfect bob and dyed ice blue with two silver streaks which start at the center of her forehead and fan out in a V shape. Jade green eyes. Generally wears a black tanktop and knee-length black jeans, the jeans trimmed with silver and ice blue.
Personality: Extremely competitive and very intelligent. Friendly, once you get to know her. A bit of a computer geek. If she doesn't like you, she lets you know.
History: Born in Tokyo, Japan, but raised in Los Angeles. Her father is Asian, and her mother is American.
Other:

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MEGA's Name: F.R.O.S.T.
Description: Demi's pride and joy, FROST is painted ice blue with silver snowflakes along the arms and legs. The head is a silver Volkswagen Bug, striped with ice blue. FROST is a little more slender and fragile-looking than most robots, but still packs a punch. 3 flat-screen computer monitors, a laptop, a steering wheel, and a voice-command module (plugged directly into the laptop) are wired up together inside to serve as controls. The monitors are directly plugged into the "headlights" which have cameras installed inside them. Thrusters on back and legs below "knees", coolers to cool the engine.
Armaments:
Fists transform into twin beam sabers
Particle Cannon in chest
Laser cannons fold-out from behind "knees"
Two gatling guns fold-out from sides of head.
Special Systems: ThermoSensors, FlightPak
Other:

(I changed "a front half of a silver Volkswagen Bug" to just "a Volkswagen Bug" because it looked better in my mental image of FROST)

Demi Shir and F.R.O.S.T
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Alarm clock. Going off. Growling in half-asleep frustration, Demi slapped at it until she found the off switch, then fought the beckoning of the pillows. Succeeding after a few minutes of struggle, she heaved herself out of bed and got dressed. Checking the calendar, she shrieked in glee.

"Today's the day!"

She fairly swung downstairs, the bag she'd packed the night before swaying jauntily over one shoulder.

"Mama-san, Papa-san."

She bowed to her elders.

"Demi-chan."

Both parents nodded.

"Today's the day. I'm leaving for San Francisco."

"Have fun, child. Remember..."

"Yes, Mom...I have my cell phone with me in case you need to reach me."

She slipped some toast and a bottle of juice into a lunch box to eat on the way, then ran out the door. F.R.O.S.T, one of the local neighborhood wonders, was parked alongside the house. She slipped into one of the elevators at the leg, taking it all the way up to the head. She settled her stuff into one of the spare seats, sitting down in the driver seat.

With one hand on the wheel, she attached the microphone to a headset she'd put there for that purpose, then slipped the headset onto her head. Checking the fit, she booted up the system.

"Good morning, FROST."

The monitors flared to life.

GOOD MORNING, DEMI.

The words that appeared upon the monitors and laptop screen made her smile.

"Bring up a map of the roadways between Los Angeles and San Francisco."

Upon the right-hand monitor, a map appeared. Satisfied, she placed both hands on the wheel and carefully maneuvered it out of the driveway.

"San Fran, here we come!"

[Heald]

Name: Hunter Kuikku
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Character Description: Wears a sleeveless black shirt, black wrist bands and dark blue jeans. He has anime-style dark brown spiky hair. Has a long scar down the left side of his face. Brown eyes.
Personality: Not exactly a team-player, Hunter has always preferred doing things his own way, or giving others orders. His respect is seldom earned by anyone. His sarcasm often makes him seem like an assh0le, but he is useful to have in a battle. His quick-thinking, fast-acting, no-nonsense battling style makes him a fierce competitor.
History: Very little is known about his early childhood. All that is known is that he has left his adopted parents who reside in Texas since he prefers his freedom and self-sufficientness.
Other:

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MEGA's Name: W.R.A.I.T.H. (Weapons Ready Artificial Intelligent Titanium Hull)

Description: Not the largest MEGA around but is certainly the fastest. Armed for close quarters fighting and equipped with jets and boosters. It is about four storeys high. It is black with blue rims. Shaped like a humanoid, its strongest points are the arms, legs and torso. The head is fairly small.

Armaments:

One beam sabre on each wrist.
Two short-range flamethrowers on the torso.
Two shoulder-mounted gatling guns.
Two electric spikes (good for disabling and system fusing) implanted on each palm.
6 back-mounted sticky webbing missiles.

Special Systems:

Booster jets on the back, elbows, shoulders and feet.
Two extendable back wings (think Buzz Lightyear from Toy Story) with stronger jets on them.
Cooling systems.

Other: As said before, this MEGA is at its weakness in a long or medium range fight. Tactics are to either outrun the opponent and then attack or disable the opponent with either webbing or electrical spikes and then attack. Another disabling tactic is to overheat the enemy using the flamethrowers.

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Hunter Kuikku

I looked at the calender. 3rd June. I glanced at my watch. It was four thirty in the afternoon. I stared up at WRAITH, my most prized possession. I did not believe there was one single best mech, for the weapon is only as good as the one who wields it. However, I did believe there was a best pilot, and that pilot was me.

I had signed up for the IMAGE tournament earlier in the day. Waiting in line for the sign-ups, I had seen many hopefuls. They were all showing off the specs and photos of their mechs, but I did not share. Not only is it not any of their business with what I shall destroy them with, but they are all the enemy, and I do not give out my most prized information to anyone, let alone my enemies.

So here I was, looking up at WRAITH. I turned to the engineer.
"Is the training zone ready?" I asked.
"Yes Mr. Kuikku, all you need to do is enter your mech and enter the zone."
"Okay."
I looked out of the window onto the barren wastleland. The training zone was on the outskirts of the city, away from anything that might be destroyed. I entered my mech and walked out onto the training zone. A two hour session would be more than enough exercise before my first match this evening.

[VirtualPlay]

Oh wow, totally forgot I signed up for this one ^^;

Name: Kathy Derose
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Character Description: Fairly tall and skinny (though not weak in the least), average chest, long blond hair down to the middle of her back without bangs, and bright blue eyes. Her hair is usually kept in a pony tail or in a single braid, although sometimes she wears it in plain pigtails (no pigtail braids though), and she often has a headband to match her clothes. She is prone to dress in pastels, blue being her favorite, and usually wears short clothes. For example, she's currently wearing a light blue sleeveless shirt that reveals her midriff, as well as a matching blue non-pleated skirt (no folds, just one wrap of fabric) that reaches halfway down her thigh, with white socks and sneakers on her feet and a matching blue headband.
Personality: Light and bubbly most of the time, she snaps out of being constantly air-headed when she learns of the danger and from then on is only bubbly when she wants to be (which is still most of the time). However, if she's on a task or something, she gets focused and forgets to be bright and happy. Also, if you get her mad now, she'll easily go on a rampage for hours if you're in her sights, although she'll forgive you once or twice. Mess with her more than that and you've pretty much lost all chance of her being nice to you.
History: Was greatly spoiled as a kid, and so for the first 13 or so years of her life she was expecting to get whatever she wanted if she simply asked. Fortunately for her, she snapped out of this mindset, although her parents (who both work at sizable companies) still give her pretty much whatever she wants. Learned about robots very quickly and made sure to make hers be as efficient as possible.
Other: In battle, she's very good at thinking up strategies on the fly and often initiates them without waiting for other people to agree.

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MEGA's Name: S.P.E.E.D. (Solar-Power Energized Extemporaneous Destroyer)

Description: Small and built for speed (like WRAITH), but is much better at longer range than at short range and is practically limited to the ground. Very aerodynamic, it's almost completely focused on either "hit and run" or "attack from afar while dodging" tactics. Shaped like a human, but more feminine in appearance than WRAITH (well look at the driver). Stands about 4 1/2 stories tall, mostly white (to keep excess heat off) except for two light blue stripes down each side (over each arm and leg), and black solar panels dispersed over all of back, shoulders, and head.

Armaments:
~Energy sword: designed for run-by and slash, keeps fully charged for a while, and recharges fairly quickly, but can only stay on continuously when being charged with the solar panels.
~Solar Shot: a large energy beam shot from SPEED's chest that only works when the sun is charging SPEED's solar panels. It takes a while to charge and is hard to aim, but it packs a wallop.
~Energy bullet guns in both hands (shoots out index fingers); normally recharges at about a quarter the shooting speed, but in the sun it charges at the same rate as it shoots off, allowing for continuous shooting.
~Arms hold 12 energy grenades each (total of 24 at one time) which can be shot out of the palm of either hand, but only a few yards out. Used best by running up to the enemy and launching a couple bombs before SPEED runs away, letting them explode.

Special Systems:
Solar Panels that recharge lost energy fast when out in the sun.
Booster Jets that give it extra speed on the ground.
Coolant Systems to make sure the Solar Panels don't overheat the robot.

Other: A breakdown of the name:
Solar-Power: receives power from the solar panels (duh)
Energized: all of the Armaments are energy weapons, which are charged (except for the grenades) by the solar panels.
Extemporaneous: Meaning impromptu, or good without preparation or practice; basically means it's good at making quick decisions.
Destroyer: Destroys evil. Duh.

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Kathy -=- SPEED
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'Well, it's a good thing Mommy and Daddy like to spoil me still,' I thought, looking up at my robot, SPEED. All my life, my parents got me whatever I wanted, almost immediately when I asked. They wanted to make sure I was happy, and they had the money to do it, too.

'Being an only child rocks,' I added in my head.

I had "wised up" since then. The last three or so years I've realized they're probably not going to spoil me my whole life. So I stopped asking for seemingly unreasonable things. Didn't want them wearing out their patience too soon.

But this...I just had to have this. All the kids wanted them, often making them out of used car parts or other scrap metal. Fortunately I had a Daddy with a very large wallet and the will to please me. After quite a bit of research, I knew what I wanted to do with it and I did. Ammunition was going to be a running cost, so I made sure everything was energy based, and I added solar panels so I didn't need to spend more on electricity to keep my robot charged.

I knew I was in the minority, a girl with a robot. The majority of the kids with robots were boys, but what difference did that make? I could easily take them on. 'And maybe,' I thought, pulling my hair back so I could put it in a ponytail, 'I could "distract" them while I go in for the win.' I giggled as I pushed a button on the remote I pulled out of my skirt pocket, making SPEED crouch down so I could get into her head by climbing her arm.

"Hello, SPEED," I said, plopping myself down in the chair and closing the head screen.

"Hello Kathy," the mechanical (female) voice said in reply. I stood SPEED up as I buckled myself in and brought down all the control panels. I checked the clock on the panel: 8:27 AM. Okay, time to get to the stadium. It was a good thing SPEED was relatively light as well as being fast. While I decided flight was overrated so I couldn't fly there, I could move fast enough to virtually hover. Meaning I was still touching the ground, but it didn't feel like it and it left no marks.

"Let's go," I said, then pushed forward.

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'Well that wasn't so hard,' I thought, an hour later. SPEED and I were now registered to compete in the competition. "Fifty-thousand dollars," I said to myself, "and Daddy says I can keep it all if I win." I was so excited I wasn't watching where I was going.

"Ouch!"
"Ack!"

I had bumped into another kid, and I fell backwards onto my butt. On instinct I shoved my right hand onto the hem of my skirt to prevent peepers. When I opened my eyes to look, I saw the hand of a boy about my age in front of me.

"Sorry 'bout that, you okay?" he said. He was kinda muscular, and he had dark blue hair and brown eyes. As his eyes were looking at my face and not my skirt, I took my hand off and let him help me up.

"Yeah, thanks," I said, brushing my butt off. "And sorry about running into you, I'm just too excited-" but he cut me off

"You ran into me? I thought I ran into you!" he practically shouted. "I was running in because I didn't want to miss registrations." He jumped, "Yack, I still have to do those!" and ran off.

"Wait!" I said, but either he didn't hear me or he didn't want to stop running. "Jeez, leaves without telling me his name. Typical boy. Oh well, maybe I'll be up against him and I'll find it out then."
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[Gladiator]

Hey, I know the LSUs are limited, but I thought I'd make an attempt.

Name: David Finnegan Farlane a.k.a. “Dallas”
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Character Description: Dallas is six feet exactly and has an athletic build with tanned skin. His face is more rounded than most, he has sharp brown eyes with wild spiny blonde hair. Tends to wear a black sleeveless T-shirt with fingerless brown gloves, blue jeans and white tennis shoes. He always wears a pair of sunglasses that are built to adjust to the amount of lighting.
Personality: He's a quick thinker, fast-talker, and everything about him is pretty much fast. While he is highly intelligent and gifted with machines and programming, Dallas’ true ambition is to be a pilot. Dallas is not much into frontal attacks, preferring to take down his opponent's through his long-ranged weaponry. He takes nothing seriously, always doing things just for the heck of it. He dislikes authority and lives by his own rules. While many find him rude, those who know him will tell you that he is a highly generous and caring character. In conversation, he listens but rarely speaks. In battle, he acts kind of strange. Has been known to shout insults at his opponent during battle in order to make them sloppier.
History: Dallas lived part of his time in Ireland, but mostly grew up in California. Both of his parents worked as engineers of IMAGE, and David inherited their intelligence and knowledge of technology. By the age of 14, he surpassed them in technical skill, often suggesting improvements to what they designed. Eventually, his skill came to the attention of one of the higher ups, and he was given the opportunity to design his own MEGA.
Other: David prefers to be quick and evasive, like himself.

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MEGA's Name: Aerial Ranged Combatant (A.R.C) (uninspired, I know, but I’m stuck)
Description: He uses a regular vehicle system (for non-combat control), but switches to a PS2 controller and joystick for combative purposes. Is also accompanied by three flat screen monitors, and has even converted the windows of his cockpit (an emerald-green JEEP that had to be widened and reinforced) into a semi-monitor (to help lock-on purposes). The body is mostly a lightish green, and is smaller than standard. It has special wing protrusions that are reinforced as well as the chest, arm, and legs. Has thrusters on his back and legs. His radio has more buttons than normal. Five buttons at the bottom switch between his favorite stations, while five below it have been designed to transmit whatever insults/phrases he has recorded. ARC is designed for prolonged aerial combat, and also employs a hit & run/evasive tactics style. If on his last stand, ARC goes into a Kamikaze Implosive Charge (KIC).

Armaments:

-2x 6-pod ‘jet’ rocket launchers (shoulder mounted): Jet Rockets as Dallas calls them, travel about 1.5x the speed of regular rockets.
-1x Wrist Mounted Long Range Laser (Left hand)
-1x Long Range Double-Barreled Rifle (Right arm)

Special Systems:

-Sustained Aerial Systems (Improved Flight Pack)
-Thermal Visor
-Instantaneous Reload Systems (IRS, if it sounds over-powered than I’ll change it to Hastened Reload Systems)
-He has an AI program inside the computer. She has no practical combat use, but provides him with companionship inside the machine. She does not control ARC (he’s making another program for that). She’s called “Morgan”

Other: The Kamikaze Implosive Charge does not involve implosions, but he likes to call it that. He plays chicken with his opponent.

EDIT: Sorry about the bad spelling on cockpit

[Bamm]

Tank
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I looked down from my cockpit and saw another bot emerging from the local lake. I shook my head as he shouted something about stuffing a donut, and kept going all the way to the BotDome. Upon arrival at the large Complex, I noticed tons, literally, tons of robots outside and heading in. I stepped out of the car and into shoulder compartment that served as an elevator. TITAN's foot opened up and I ran out. One of the many Vallets came to take him off.

I sprinted in and ran around the main hall going from desk to desk trying to find the registration. The BotDome had been built and polished for just this event, the IMAGE Tournament. I ran ahead and looked down a hallway to my right. I suddenly ran into a small mass. I shook my head to regain my composure and looked down at the girl that I had knocked over.

Tank, you big goof, I thought, You knocked down a hot chick! What were you thinking? I reached out my hand to help the girl up. "Sorry 'bout that. You okay?" I said, putting on my most sincere smile. She was holding onto her skirt with her eyes clothes.

"Yeah, thanks", she said, her eyes looking from hair and body to my eyes. She looked into my eyes and I melted right there. I didn't know what to say.
" And sorry about running into you. I'm just so exci-" I had to cut her off.

"You ran into me? I thought I ran into you!" I said, "I was running because I didn't want to miss registrations." I looked at my watch and jumped, "Yack, I still have to do those!" and ran off.

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I'd finally found the registration desk and registered when I began to think about that girl. I should have been friendlier and told her my name. I shouldn't have ran off like that...

I walked over to a large screen in the main lobby and sat in one of the cold, cushioned chairs. It had about 200 robatanants and their robots's names on the screen. They were showing the results of the preliminary rounds. Around 175 had been eliminated or disqualified. There were about nine battles that were still undecided. Apparently, in the Prelim Round you have to successfully defeat five SphereBots. SphereBots are small, rounded robots that have only rocket launching capabilities. They are easily defeated, but put up a good fight to beginners.

I almost fell asleep when I saw my name scroll up onto the screen. In Red lights was a message: "Tank Jonas: Please report to Dome 4. Your Battle is about to begin."

I ran down the halls following the signs and eventually ran into the room to meet TITAN. I walked into the elevator in the right foot and hopped into the cockpit and cranked up TITAN's engine.

"You ready, T?" I asked, strapping up my seatbelt and listening to the purr of TITAN's engine, "Then, let's get that fifty grand, eh?"

The SphereBots all filed out of a large metal door and stared into TITAN's cockpit.

"LET'S GO!"
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I'm kinda anxious to see the different styles of fighting u you guys(and gurls) do. It's good to see that this thing is fanally kickin off!

^_^ Bamm

[Bamm]

Oh, sorry for the 2x post, but Gladiator you're accepted. Your MEGA's name doesn't have to have any reference to a robot it could be the:

Super
High-speed
*nstantaneous
Transporter

For all I care

[Gladiator]

*Looks at Bamm's post* You saw Cat in the Hat, didn't you?

Dallas-Air Cowboy

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I didn't even need to look at the calender to know what today was. I had prepared all day yesterday for the event. I fully repaired any damage ARC had sustained, managed to fix the bugs in navigation control, etc. It would have been stupid of me to forget.

After performing my morning dietary and sanitary rituals, I got dressed. After saying good-bye to my dad and kissing my mother. I got out of the house and walked toward my creation.

ARC was on one knee, hand stretched out so I could climb into the cockpit. Kudos to me for thinking a step ahead. After turning it on (a long process that didn't just involve turning the key), my machine began to hum to life.

-A little late, aren't we?- came the feminine voice of my AI companion, Morgan, impatient as always.

"Not too late," I responded, "I'll just hit the sky, we'll get there in no time."

I could hear the thrusters on ARC as I activated the SAS (Sustained Aerial Systems). This was what ARC was meant for, the air.

As I pressed the acceleration pedal and ARC began to rocket off I couldn't help but say it.

"YEEEEEEeeeeeeeeee-HAAAAaaaaaaa"

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Sorry to end it there, but I've got work to do.

[VirtualPlay]

Kathy ~ SPEED
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I watched the huge screens in the main room. They had a list of all the combatants and their picture in the order of their Preliminaries and how well they did after they got through. I saw I was near the middle, so I sat and watched as almost everyone's name turned black after failing. Every now and then a name would turn yellow to show they passed.

Before I realized it, my name was blinking red, the signal to go to the arena for Prelims. Feeling a lot less nervous than most people looked, I headed over and found SPEED waiting for me. I pulled out my remote again and had SPEED bend down so I could climb up. Once I was seated and strapped in I said, "Ready, SPEED?"

"Ready, Kathy," came the mechanical response. We were led into the arena by the robot guides.

I tilted the head cockpit up and saw the bright and sunny day. "Perfect weather," I said. "No restrictions on me today." I tilted down and saw that the SphereBots I had to defeat were rolling in. I switched the control setting to combat mode, which meant my feet would control movement. The gloves slid in from my sides and I put my arms in, ready to battle.

The loud buzzer rang and the SphereBots revealed their rockets. The closest one fired a couple off, but I had already dodged out of the way by the time they would have hit. I formed my hand so they were pointing forefinger out and thumb up, setting the hand guns. I pushed my thumbs down and let loose the torrent of energy shots, easily beating up and destroying the first SphereBot.

The SphereBot AI must have upgraded after realizing I wasn't a beginner because they started launching more rockets. I kicked (literally) my speed up, dodging each of them, and put my fists on top of each other, the control to bring out my energy sword. Keeping my hands together, I used the newly formed beam to slash through one of the SphereBots as I ran by it.

Now three were left and they were bringing out even more rockets. Praying the upgrade I added last night worked, I pulled my left hand straight down from under my right and put the two hands next to each other.

"YES!" I practically screamed as a second beam of energy formed in SPEED's left hand. I knew I could only keep these up in the sun, but fortunately there wasn't a cloud in the sky. More rockets flew at me, and this time I dodged in between them, slashing at them all as I passed them. I was headed right between two Bots and as I passed them, I kicked around to spin, brought my right beam through the Bot on my right and swung around to bring my left through the other.

Now only one remained. Rocket after rocket flew through the air, but I dodged and slashed and made short work of them. I looked and saw the SphereBot was out of rockets, its only weapon. I loosened my grip and let the energy beams dissipate into nothing. Casually, I walked over, bent SPEED over, picked up the SphereBot and threw it, with a loud crunch, straight into the ground...

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I sat back in the main room, staring at my yellow name for a while. I had made it, and I wasn't going to stop now. Eventually I started looking at other people's names too, as a few more turned yellow, most of them turned black, and the list of white (untested) names grew shorter.

Then one picture caught my eye. They were down to the last 25 or so and I looked at the picture with the blinking red name. Blue hair, brown eyes, tanned...yes, it was the boy from earlier. I looked at the name: Tank Jonah.

I recognized the name, he was that kid who practically lived at the car lot at the other end of the street I lived on. I hadn't ever seen him, but looking from my window down the street it was nearly impossible to miss the robot that was being built. For being a car-based robot, it had looked pretty decent, at least from my window.

Silently I prayed he would make it to the next round, without really knowing why. I watched his name change to green, meaning he was in battle. And then, a few minutes later...

Yellow.

I couldn't help but dance slightly in my seat. I had no idea why I was really happy he had won, but for the moment I assumed it was because I might be able to fight the bot that I had seen being built for the past few weeks.

At least, that's what I assumed...
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Just 'cause I could post something.

[Heald]

Hunter Kuikku

My evening match had finally arrived. I was sitting in the cockpit of WRAITH, staring across at the opposite opponent and his mech, the DAWG. It was a large mech but its armoury was unimpressive. The announcer called out our names and then the green light signalled the beginning of the match. The DAWG came charging towards us, his big heavy footsteps shaking the ground. I was unshaken. DAWG formed a fist and was ready to slam me into the ground when I had WRAITH roll to the side and quickly slash out with a beam sabre across its right knee, effectively disabling it. Sparks came flying out and DAWG quickly retreated before opening up two rocket launchers on his shoulders and firing at me. It looks like I may have underestimated him, but no worry. I countered this by running towards DAWG, then using my primary jets to roll around him. The rockets, which were seeking me, went straight into DAWG. He stumbled, but he had strong armour. Not enough to take him down it seemed. However, he had been shaken so it was probably a good time for a finishing maneuver. I fired a couple of electric spikes into the weakened knee and that disabled most of the mech in about five seconds. Blue electric surges could be seen running up and down the mech. He was done, but I needed to defeat him. I lit up both the beam sabres and slashed into him through his back, revealing the innards of the mech and continuously striking at it until I could see no more life in it. This didn't take very long and the DAWG just stood there like a big lummox. I pressed on the jump jets once again, then somersaulted backwards and kicked him in the back of the head sharply, causing him to fall down. I had won the match.

[Gladiator]

Dallas

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The trip was uneventful, save the whining of several jets claiming I was in their air space. Like I could care less.

Despite the massive fuel burn I had put on ARC, I barely managed to register on time. While considering whether or not I should have showered, I waited at the main room for my turn to come up. I listened to the banter of the other contenders, but I did not wish to participate. For 2 reasons:

1) I needed to psyche myself up for the preliminaries. No way in hell I was going to lose in my first fight of this tournament.

2) Though I support friendly rivalry, others would not. I'd rather not reveal any information I had on ARC immediately. They can just watch my battles if they want strategy. Likewise, I planned to watch theirs.

I read through the names of the pilots and mechs that appeared on the screen. I'd have liked to have seen some footage, though, interested to see what others concocted for their machine.

I'll be honest, I never had enough time to make ARC the mech I intended him to be. I didn't want him to be ammo dependent, but I couldn't find a decent coolant system in time to disperse heat buildup that energy weapons caused. I did at least manage to get him a laser cannon. The only ammo weapon I really wanted were the jet rockets, particularly because I helped design those.

Eventually, though, my name did come up. It was my turn now, and as I headed toward the arena I couldn't help but smile. I knew I was going to rock, though it would be my first fight ever. The valet parked ARC the way I told him to. I made a mental note to tip him extra as I got into the cockpit and started him up.

"Morgan," I said, "Take a note for me: Tip the valet next time I meet him."

-Alright,- she made no other response, she only affirmed my command. I pressed a few buttons so that the steering wheel in fron of me swithed out to combat controls. The acceleration and brake pedals remained.

There were five of them, with basic missile weaponry. I was curious as to whether or not their AI allowed for team tactics, but I didn't let that get the better of me. A quick look at my SAS panel told me that I was refueled from the trip. This put me better at ease.

The moment the buzzer rang, I instantly double-tapped and held the X button of my PS2 control. At the same time, the thrusters on ARC began to scream as ARC began a quick ascent into the sky. The machines instantly let lose a barrage of rockets at my sudden flight.

"Let's show them how it's done, ARC," I said, now gripping the joystick (four buttons). ARC used a quick boost of speed to get out of the way of the rockets. I then pressed a button on the left side of the joystick, as a yellow targeting recticle appeared on one of the Sphere's, I pressed another button on the right so that a green one appeared over another.

Another volley of rockets was fired, but ARC again managed to evade their attacks. The moment they tried to reload I pressed the trigger, and ARC's arms pointed toward my two targets. Switching back to PS2, I began to descend to get closer as ARC unleashed both weapons on their hapless victims, managing to blow off their rocket launchers.

As I landed on the ground, the other three were again firing upon me while the disarmed ones tried to ram me. I reacted fast as I double targeted again using the Square button this time before pressing R1. Before they knew it, my machine grabbed one of the disarmed ones and threw it at one of the armed ones, catching the majority of the barrage and destroying it. I soon repeated this process with the other disarmed one, but this time it actually hit one and disarmed it, too. So that left four of them, two armed.

The AI must have upgraded at that moment. The two armed Spheres spaced out and aimed at me while the remainder seemed to stand there. They were going to try and prevent me from dodging their attacks.

I laughed, they should have attempted it when there were four of them. The moment I saw one fire, I jammed the analog forward while pressing the R2 button, going into an evasive roll.

I didn't realize that the second one didn't fire. I did not forsee that I would get hit. As I felt the rumbling inside my mech, I cursed silently. Morgan mentioned damage to my left arm and my laser disabled. I realized something else, however, and as I managed to right myself, activated the SAS. As I took the air, I could pick up a faint metallic clang as the two disarmed ones hit each other below me, but remained undamaged.

"Alright," I said, cursing, "Playtime is OVER!"

I double-targeted the armed Spheres one last time. I flipped open the cover on the top of the joystick and pressed the button. They fired at me, but they didn't realize that they would be dead in a second. As the jet rockets screamed down at them, a cruel smile formed on my lips. I descended again, intent on destroying the two Spheres that would remain.

I ignored the explosions and the metallic squeal of the now deep charred Spheres. Instead, as one of the Spheres began to ram at me, I hit the accelerator while moving the right analog. A crunching noise could be heard as ARC slammed its right foot into the opposing machine, crashing it into Sphere #2. When both were stunned, I aimed my remaining gun at them and fired. At close range, they were as good as dead.

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After seeing what ARC could do, I mentally reminded myself to keep ARC at long-range at all times. I did not want a repeat of that incident, but I was pleased how well the foot pedals transitioned from drive mode to combat mode. I looked around the main room, sighed and decided that I would like to talk to someone. The only person who seemed interesting was a blonde girl who was staring up intently at the screen. As I walked up to her, she looked at me briefly before returning to the screen.

"Waiting for your name?" I asked. If she thought it was weird that a perfect stranger was talking to her, she had no idea how awkward even I thought it was.

"Nope, already passed the preliminaries," she responded, "I'm just looking at the opposition."

I nodded, "No kidding. This is going to be a rough tournament. I finally passed it myself, despite damages."

As I got a better look at the girl I began to notice something.

"Your Kathy, right? You made it past the preliminaries before I entered the arena. I don't forget faces too easily."

She turned to look at me, "May I ask, who are you?"

"David Farlane. People call me 'Dallas.' I'm one of those rival-friendly people. I'm competitive, but I came here to meet people who share my interests."

I paused.

"ARC Angel," I said to myself. I didn't no why I didn't think of that for a name until now. It sounded somewhat appropriate. My sudden change in subject, though, seemed to have confused Kathy.

[Beach Boy]

Ben
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I enter the room where I was to kick SphereButt. I remember the only rule of robot fighting: SMASH OR BE SMASHED! When the Spheres enter my view, I just cracked my knuckles and said, "Prepare to die," Then I went into the craziest battle frenzy; I block all the missiles with my shield. Then I played a game of Pool with the Spheres using my water cannon then, using my buster cannons, I turn the spheres into Swiss Metal. Hehehehee.

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After the pasting that round, I began to reload Blitz's weapons, when that hick of a copper showed up in the garage. The first thing that pop into my mind was, "Oh, crud."

The officer was weaving some sort of lawsuit in my face, but I can see right through him. He is a greedy pig that rival companies paid to keep me out of the tournament and stopping me to get publicity for my Dad, but I had no proof.

The wet ham then began to enter Blitz's elevator, saying, "This here robo should cover for the suit, Ponk."

The green-eye idiot forgot to get the keys from me, so know he has to make three stops before leaving this place, not to mention giving me time to toss this rancid roast out.

[Bamm]

Gladiator: I did see the cat in the hat. I didn't really like it though. I preferred Jim Carrey over Mike Myers, though I loved him in the Austin Powers Trinity.

Virtual Play: What does that symbol mean? It scares me... O_o

fftopic:

Tank-=-T.I.T.A.N
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TITAN and I watched apprehensively as the light in the middle of the arena ceiling turned from red to yellow to green. I almost immediately dashed forward charging up my fists with electricity. I grabbed one of the SphereBots on the 'face' and jammed it into the ground below exposing the insides of the front. One landed a rocket on the back of TITAN, so I picked the already destroyed robot up from the insides and shielded myself while running and firing one of the gatling machine guns on my wrists. I managed to damage them, but not put them out of commission. So, I simply threw the robot at them and activated my FlightPak via the big red switch in the compartment above my head on the ceiling.

In the air, I opened both of my rocket pods and fired a ton of missiles. I couldn't really see down into the arena through the smoke. This was a perfect time to check out if my ThermoSensors worked, so I did. There was one SphereBot left, and it was the one that shot a rocket into TITAN's back. I figured it was a nice time for revenge. I landed on the ground below and stood there. I sort of laughed in the seat, because I felt like one of the guys on an Old West shoot-out.

"Meet me on Westland Street at Sundown. Come prepared," one guy would say.

They would both come, walking in the snake-skin boots, their spurs jingling. They would enter a stare-down. They wouldn't move, much like two stone statues. I thought of a funny movie I'd recently seen. I had to repeat a part of it.

"Now," I said, dramatically pausing, "You're probably asking yourself: Did I fire 15 missiles, or 16? Now, you may know, but the real question is: Do you feel lucky, punk? Do ya?"

I watched the robot. The round, steel mechanism looked from side to side as if it was confused. I pressed the 'O' button on my PS2 Controller and watched as the missile hit the bot square in it's face making robotic arms and armor flying everywhere. I sat back in my seat relaxing. I scratched my head at the top and thought of something cool to say, since the prelims and the tournament were being video-taped.

"I guess today, wasn't his lucky day..." was all I could think of. I trudged TITAN out of the arena and put him in the hangar. At least after getting a Triple Volcano Cheeseburger at the nearest drive-thru.
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Sorry it's so short, I'll try to finish soon. I'm sleepy, but I'm loaded on caffeine. J/K

[VirtualPlay]

Kathy - SPEED
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"Waiting for your name?" The guy who had just walked up to me asked. 'Oh goodie,' I thought, 'more chance to distract the boys.'

"Nope, already passed the preliminaries," I said, turning back to the boards and trying to look cute. "I'm just looking at the opposition."

The boy nodded. "No kidding. This is going to be a rough tournament. I finally passed it myself, despite damages." I crossed my legs and put my arms around my knee, locking my fingers. This usually worked at getting them seeing me differently. He opened his mouth, probably to say something about my looks. But instead he said, "You're Kathy, right? You made it past the preliminaries before I entered the arena. I don't forget faces too easily."

I looked up at him. Great he knew my name, and I had no clue who he was, which left me at the disadvantage. "May I ask, who are you?"

"David Farlane. People call me 'Dallas.'" I glanced at the boards and saw, just a couple below 'Tank Jonah,' 'David Farlane' in yellow, meaning he had passed. I looked back at him as he continued. "I'm one of those rival-friendly people. I'm competitive, but I came here to meet people who share my interests." He paused and looked at me for a second before muttering, "Archangel." At least, that's what it sounded like.

'Only a little bit more before I break him,' I thought, smiling inside. I brought my legs around and faced him completely. I giggled a bit before saying, "I'm barely an angel, never mind an archangel."

He looked at me as if unsure of what I said. Then a look of realization came over him. He chuckled a bit, put his hand behind his head, and said, "Oh, sorry, I was thinking out loud. I just thought up a fuller name to my robot..." but I wasn't paying attention to him anymore. Tank had just reappeared from the Robot Bay entrances.

I needed to make a decision. Tank was probably gonna come this way, and if he saw me talking to David he might think the worst and I'd lose my chance at getting him distracted. And if he didn't, he would come this way and I'd probably lose my chance at subduing this Dallas kid. Then again, the latter seemed pretty intent on not noticing that I was trying to distract him.

"Ah, I'd love to stay and chat," I said, interrupting him mid-sentence, "but I really gotta go do some things." Without waiting for a response, I stood up and started walking to the hangar. Glancing over my shoulder I saw that Dallas had walked on towards the other end. Quickly I snuck around behind Tank and walked up to him without his noticing.

"Hello, Tank," I said, poking him in the small of the back as I emphasized his name. He jumped and turned around, his eyes wide. I put on a cute and sweet smile and said, "You ran into me earlier, remember?"

"Oh! Oh yeah! I'm sorry about that," he said, putting his hand behind his head. "But...how did you know my name?" Silently I pointed to the screens near the end where his name glowed that bright yellow. "Oh...heh-heh..." he muttered, turning back to face me.

"Kathy Derose," I said holding out my hand, which he tentatively shook. "I live at the other end of the street from that car lot you've been at for a while now."

His eyes opened wide in recognition, "You're that rich gi-"

"Ssshhhh!" I said hastily, shoving my hand on his mouth before I realized what I was doing. Tank seemed equally shocked. Slowly I took my hand off. In a hushed voice I said, "Listen. The reason nobody else recognizes me is because they all think I'm some kind of princess who's been brought up to be 'proper' and stuff. Like I give a damn about all that," I added under my already-hushed breath. "They're so caught up with that idea that when I come here of all places, wearing clothing like I am, my hair put up this way, and dragging around a huge robot I designed and helped build, they think I must be some other 'Kathy Derose' and I just happen to have enough money to build this robot. That and they call the 'rich me' Katharine, which I hate." I shuddered even at the thought.

Tank was staring at me. Finally he spoke, also hushed, "So why are you telling me all this?"

I faltered. Why had I just told him all that. "Well..." I started, unsure of where I was going. "Well...you had already figured it out, hadn't you? I...I just wanted you to have the real...the real story." I could feel my face start to heat up. 'Why the hell am I blushing?' I thought.
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Kehehe, relationships bloom.

And are you talking about the symbol in my sig? It's Elvish, duh. :p Although maybe it is a little too...flashy. Oh well, I can go change it.

[Beach Boy]

Ben
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The pig came back down and began to approach me, probably to steal my keys. When he spied a suit walking past me. The guy spat at my robot's leg and said, "Wait righ her, vermete." then he went after the couple and as a natural teenager, I disobey the fat man and followed him.

The fat guy cut in front of the suit and said, "Mr. Lame I handle that Devilian boy just like ya'll said."

Mr. Lame then spoke in a dull voice, "Good,"

The cop then spoke again, "Will ya'll pay me in cash or check?"

Mr. Lame the talk again, "For you're work for false reports, framing, and allowing me to pay to use the justice as I please, I will pay you in cash

I step into the opening and began to talk, "I heard that, Doughnut Stuffer."

The cop then began to yell, "Ya word agianist ours', boy.

I then began to shouted, enough to all of the contestants, "Who heard these lame-os? Sound off."

The the garge echoed with the word, "YO!".

[VirtualPlay]

Beach Boy: I am having trouble with that post for a variety of reasons, but three specific points:

1. If you hadn't noticed, Kathy said that she's unrecognizable to everyone because they aren't expecting her to look like she's looking. Surely an idiotic "doughnut stuffer" (like you're playing him out to be) wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

2. Apparently you didn't get the implication that Kathy had stopped asking her parents for unreasonable things, such as disqualifying other robots so she can win. Also, her parents have full-time jobs and are too busy to follow Kathy closely, so they wouldn't know enough to hire someone to do that.

3. Kathy and Tank aren't walking, they're standing still, and they're nowhere near the robot bay, they're in the lobby. I think it's (currently) physically impossible to be in two places at one time.

I don't mind the fact that the cop was hired to do that, just I have a problem having him connected with Kathy. I would like it if you changed your post.

[Bamm]

Virtual Play: I kind of saw something like the Elvish thing coming. I figured it wasn't Orc or Dwarf writing. What does it say? I can't speak Elvish fluently :tongue:

Tank-=+=-TITAN
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I scoped out the spot on TITAN's back where he'd been hit with a missile. There was a large black ring just below the Jetpack, but there was no real damage. I'd have to buffer him sometimes soon. I could also install the new R.A.I, Robot Artificial Intelligence, program I had Chester make. I figured I couldn't and I had to find the chicks around the place. Most of them had probably been eliminated and were feeling down. It was perfect for getting numbers.

Then, I remembered the girl I'd ran into, literally, in the lobby. I walked outside of the hangar and into the hallways. I walked into the main lobby. I looked towards the large monitor. I smiled as I saw my name in yellow lights. I looked at the chairs in the area to see if there were any hot chicks and spotted the girl from earlier. She was talking to another guy and giggling.

'She must have forgotten about me,' I thought, 'Well, Tank, back to the old drawing board.'

I turned and headed around the corner walking solemnly down the hall. Someone came up behind me and poked me in the little of my back.

"Hello, Tank," she said, "You ran into me earlier."

She put on that cute smile, so I couldn't help but suck up to her. "oh...Eh...S-sorry about th-that," I said, putting my hand behing my head and smiling nervously, "But, how did you find out my name?" She pointed indicating the screen with my name in yellow on it. I couldn't think of anything to say, so I let out a suttle nervous chuckle.

"Kathy Derose," she said holding out her hand, which I tentatively shook. "I live at the other end of the street from that car lot you've been at for a while now."

My eyes opened wide as I recognized the girl. "You're that rich gi-" I almost yelled, before she cut me off.

"Ssshhhh!" Kathy said hastily, shoving her hand over my mouth. I was shocked, but it seemed as if she was even more than I. Slowly she took her hand off. In a hushed voice she said to me, "Listen. The reason nobody else recognizes me is because they all think I'm some kind of princess who's been brought up to be 'proper' and stuff. Like I give a damn about all that," I added under my already-hushed breath. "They're so caught up with that idea that when I come here of all places, wearing clothing like I am, my hair put up this way, and dragging around a huge robot I designed and helped build, they think I must be some other 'Kathy Derose' and I just happen to have enough money to build this robot. That and they call the 'rich me' Katharine, which I hate."

I stared at her trying to answer my question that had been goin through my head since she put her hand over my mouth.

"So, why are you telling me this?", I asked. I then realized how sarcastic that must have sounded. I bet she thought I didn't care. She almost immediately turned strawberry red and seemed to be very embarrased. I put my hand on the back of my hand and smiled nervously.

"Well..." she started, "Well...you had already figured it out, hadn't you? I...I just wanted you to have the real...the real story."

"Right..." I started, trying to change to a more a comfortable topic, "I haven't formally introduced myself, so I'm Tank. Tank Jonas and as you may know, my robot's name is T.I.T.A.N. Wait, what's that on the monitor?"

On the monitor was a paragraph about the tournament that was soon to officially begin. In the same glowing yellow words was a paragraph that read:

The Following Robatonats Have Passed the Preliminary Elimination:
Ben Devilian
Stu Johnson
Mxyzptlk
Rob Douglas
Demi Shir
Duke Delport
Hunter Kuikku
Jennifer Nalwerth
Tank Jonas
Tara Barlow
Kathy Derose
Darren Bolds
Lucrezia Noin
David Finnagen Farlane
Rave DeRoy
and
Jack Bonz

The first matches start at 12:00. Everyone should be here to check in at 11:30. There will be repair equipment here, but if needed you may want to repair a bit yourself. There will be 8 battles total tomorrow to decide who goes to the Round 2. When you get here, you will recieve a list of rules and will be sent to a private room to get psyched for the tournament. Come prepared to battle.

Yours truly,
Gabe McDaniel

I pulled my fists up to my sides. "Oh Yeah! This is it!" I pretty much yelled to myself, "TITAN and I are goin all the way! How about you Kathy?" I then realized what I had said and felt my face start to melt from tanned to a red.

"I mean..." I quickly whispered, "What do you think about this? Heh...heheh..."

I was glad she was really cool.

[Bamm]

I just finished re-reading the topic. Yeah, I'm that hopeless. :-_-: Anyway, we don't know that the robots that we have are M.E.G.A.S yet. They are simply robots to us, unless they have had a recent conversation with someone from the future. Thanks anyway, but I just wanted to let everyone know....(Boy do I sound dumb...)

[Gladiator]

Sorry about not posting, I tried but something happened and my post was never received.

Dallas-ARC

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Looking toward the monitor, I couldn't help but smile. I made it into the tournament, this was going to be an interesting turn of events.

My only hope was that I could win at least two or three more rounds. My job security was at stake. I didn't have a job, but if I ever wanted to design any more mechs, and fly them, I had to prove that ARC, whom I designed, had what it takes to win. Of course, I was also here for the fun of it, but I needed the financial security.

I was only too glad to know that the tournament provided us out-of-towners with hotels. I didn't want to waste money on it myself. Soon as everyone dispersed, I headed toward ARC's facility to retrieve my personal belongings. I would have time to repair him later.

The hotel room was nice. It had one bed, a good bathroom, a table, a phone, TV, and decent lighting. I have no recollection of anything else, because I honestly didn't care. I picked up the phone and began to dial.

"Farlane residence, Bethany speaking," my little sister said. I smiled inwardly.

"Hey, Beth," I responded, "It's David. Just letting you know I made it past preliminaries."

"Righteous," she said enthusiastically. I arched a brow.

"Have you been talking to Agamemnon?" I asked. Agamemnon was a friend of mine who said 'Righteous' when things were going positively. I usually don't let my sister associate with him. There's nothing wrong with him, but he tends to have annoying quirks.

"Snap's (Agamemnon's nickname) been visiting, he's brought home all of your work," she responded, "So have you finished your designs."

I grunted, "Not quite, besides your FOURTEEN! You're not even allowed to drive yet. Not to mention mechs don't grow on trees."

It was Beth's turn to grunt, "I know, but you promised!"

Well, she had a point there. I did promise to design her own mech, it wouldn't kill me.

"So," I said, "Have you thought of a name or preference?"

[Mystic_clown]

Jack Bonz
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So, it seems that that Develian boy made it past the first round. I look forward to pounding his robot to scrap metal.
"Oh Yeah! This is it!" I heard someone yell, "TITAN and I are goin all the way! How about you Kathy?" I looked over to see none other then Katherine Derose and some other guy. A dark smile spread across my face as I walked over to them.
“Katherine Derose,” I said as I approached her, Ï should known you’d be in this tournament.” Katherine and his friend looked over at me.
“How’d you know it was me?” she asked. I gave my most friendliest smile.
“Don’t worry, you’re not the only aristocrat here.” The boy walked over to me and extanded his hand.
“I’m Tank. and you are?” I didn’t shake his hand, instead I pointed to where my name is.
“Jack Bonz,”I replied.