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7 yrs ago
Current Been practicing drawing for a few months now. Biggest tip I can give so far is copy, copy, copy. It really helps you learn the basics in a very hands on way,
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7 yrs ago
Finally caught up on Rick and Morty. Pretty good shit. It's not every day a cartoon reminds me of my existential crisis.
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7 yrs ago
The Boarder Patrol in Vermont has more important matters than illegal Mexicans. They have to stop the White Walkers.
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7 yrs ago
Unborn babies are essentially mech pilots, right?
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7 yrs ago
You know what's worse then radio Country Music? Country Music Radio hosts.

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Granted. But it's shipped literally via the Amazon River with at least one animal from the Amazon Rain Forest, so now the post office hates your guts.

I wish the word "moist" was in the United States national anthem.
@Wildman13

That works for me. It fits nicely and I don't have to change a thing. Hell, if and/or when your character spots The Butcher, she can even have a nice healthy flashback to the mech hacking slashing its way through people and militia mechs alike. ;)
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That's the one I was getting too. See yah there!


Eeeeyy
Alexi Krackov





In the lands of lawlessness, only the strong, the smart, and the ruthless survive. Wars have been waged, the very lands have been shattered, but evil can survive it all. The blood thirsty mercs of this world only pale in comparison to the phantom that stood outside of a quiet town. A looming ghost of death, the figure shrouded in fog was slowly revealed as the sun's rays pierced through the low clouds. It almost appeared hunchbacked, a blade stained dark red along the edges glistened for a moment, as the giant stood motionless. From the distance, a demon approached. The ghost's puppet master. What horrific plans does this devil have for this sma-

"I swear, it's like I'm trying to free myself from quicksand every time I visit this shit hole. God damn Mom never changing, constantly whining about how the neighbors keep using up the towns water for their fuckin pool. Then the moment I try to leave, Dad comes home, gets all meet and greety with me, next thing you know it, I get dragged into eating dinner and spending the night. God I hope they don't see me, or they'll force me to take home some farm cooked bread or whatever the hell." Alexi huffed as she approached her mech, The Butcher.

"'It's gluten free, all natural. Come on Alexi, you need to eat more healthy. This root will cure those headaches! This oil will sooth those scars. Come on dear' blah blah blah." Finishing her rant in a mocking voice, Alexi climbed into her mech, powering it on and began to move away from the small Frontier town. "If it actually worked Mom, they'd call it fucking medicine, not 'alternative' medicine or some bullshit. Natural my ass. You guys cleared 2 acres of forest to plant that shit, what was natural about that? Ugh. I swear there better be some job I can take to cleanse my fucking pallet after what I just had to fucking sit through."

The Butcher began to make its way through the countryside, as its pilot lazily scrolled through the Guild's message board for jobs. She had joined the "Outcast Guild" as sort of a vacation from her normally more.... "intense" jobs per her doctor's recommendation. Apparently shooting yourself in the head tends to put a bit of a damper on your performance, so to someone like Alexi, this was more busy work than anything else. Speaking of, her eyes lit up as the page rested on one particular job.

It was Scavenge job, something normally Alexi wouldn't bother with, but with that price tag and description, it certainly caught her attention. Normally Scavenge jobs was more of a hauling type deal, but the zone in which the customer wanted the part wasn't exactly quiet, so she was sure to ram at least one Raider through with her sword. "Seal clubbing it is..." she mumbled as she selected the mission.

The boosters on her mech blasted to life, rocketing her Hunchback into the distance, and setting her on a course to the notorious ruins of The Ratlin & Cores Small Arms Factory.
@Dynamo Frokane

Currently typing up a post for the Scrapyard mission.

If anyone else wants to jump in, feel free.
EDIT: @Skepic I see I'm not the only batshit crazy pilot with a penchant for smashing my targets with a giant sword who was pieced together after a near death experience. Guess I'm going to be harder pressed to carve out a niche for myself than I thought.


To be fair, your's is the reckless, descending into madness crazy while Alexi is more of the born a ruthless psychopath and hasn't stopped stabbing her way to the top ever since. xD

Plus, who needs your fancy pansy "laser show" sword? Why not slash and smash with a good ole fashion hunk of metal?
Woot woot.



Alright, here's the original CS, any changes or alterations required for the new stuff? I noticed its not the Outcasts this time, and more of a sandbox type thing, which is cool. I'll look further into seeing if anyone wants to get somehow paired up (or maybe against ;D) Alexi on a job.



@Dynamo Frokane

Oh well don't worry, that certain Int. Check is certainly.... ON TRACK.

/got nothin
//Will catch up and read.
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