RE: The Big Damn Fight- Humanity's Only Hope!
06-18-2016, 03:03 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-18-2016, 07:40 PM by Gatr.)
"Fuuuuuuuuck. That fucker! That fucking cunt."
Zaiza briefly reflected on that one half-second when the Abhorrent looked like a hairy cunt. He chuckled.
"Literally. But seriously. What the fuck."
His ire was brought about by the fact that he found himself connected to a different multitech than his own. His engineering instincts told him nigh-immediately what this thing was capable of. The answer? Shitall. This thing could do shitall. It couldn't transform, it couldn't go fast, it didn't even have any weapons! It reminded him of something a baby would make on his world. They were mocking him!
No. He approached this differently. He saw the other contestants, and none of them were Link Wyrms. So, this was a handicap? Hehe. He wasn't going to let this hold him back. But, just for the sake of posterity, he activated the chip in his brain that connected him to his Multitech. Surprisingly, it was able to execute and connect, indicating that his Multitech was somewhere nearby. He tried turning it on and moving it towards his location, but it felt locked down by something immensely powerful. Damn it. They really went the extra mile. Oh well! He searched through the shittier mech's OS, and got the gist of how it worked. Then, he ejected himself. He flew in a short arc, then landed on the rusty ground with a flumph. He was naked. Nice. He stood up in an awkwardly quadripedal position, looking at his mech from the outside. It resembled a Zrgyztian, but more stocky and mechanical. Clearly, it had been retrofitted with tentacular inserts, the standard needed for a Link Wyrm to drive the mech. At least they were considerate enough to include those!
But, no weapons? A fight to the death, and no weapons? He looked around. He was in a room aboard the spaceship, filled with scrap. How convenient. Hmm. Of course, it was immediately obvious they expected him to make his own weapons. He wasn't an idiot. He slithered back to his assigned mech, then got inside. After a couple of physical trials, he started lumbering around the scrapyard, rummaging for anything sharp. He found some wires, two buzz saws, and some long metal bits. Thankfully, this mech had some fine control. He used it to make a couple of buzzsaw arms. They were kind of small and spindly, but he guessed they could potentially kill. Good enough.
He reflected on his situation briefly. This seemed like a new competition, one not related to Multitechs. He didn't think his people would like this competition, but at the same time it was a fight to the death. Who doesn't love a fight to the death? He would compete, and make his people proud. If they were watching. He made a note to inquire into the viewership of this new sport.
He set off in a lumbering gait, then stopped, realizing he could do so much better. Using the buzzsaws, he detached the mech's legs alarmingly easily. It was flimsy. He found some other mechanical parts, and began working to make his legs faster.
Zaiza briefly reflected on that one half-second when the Abhorrent looked like a hairy cunt. He chuckled.
"Literally. But seriously. What the fuck."
His ire was brought about by the fact that he found himself connected to a different multitech than his own. His engineering instincts told him nigh-immediately what this thing was capable of. The answer? Shitall. This thing could do shitall. It couldn't transform, it couldn't go fast, it didn't even have any weapons! It reminded him of something a baby would make on his world. They were mocking him!
No. He approached this differently. He saw the other contestants, and none of them were Link Wyrms. So, this was a handicap? Hehe. He wasn't going to let this hold him back. But, just for the sake of posterity, he activated the chip in his brain that connected him to his Multitech. Surprisingly, it was able to execute and connect, indicating that his Multitech was somewhere nearby. He tried turning it on and moving it towards his location, but it felt locked down by something immensely powerful. Damn it. They really went the extra mile. Oh well! He searched through the shittier mech's OS, and got the gist of how it worked. Then, he ejected himself. He flew in a short arc, then landed on the rusty ground with a flumph. He was naked. Nice. He stood up in an awkwardly quadripedal position, looking at his mech from the outside. It resembled a Zrgyztian, but more stocky and mechanical. Clearly, it had been retrofitted with tentacular inserts, the standard needed for a Link Wyrm to drive the mech. At least they were considerate enough to include those!
But, no weapons? A fight to the death, and no weapons? He looked around. He was in a room aboard the spaceship, filled with scrap. How convenient. Hmm. Of course, it was immediately obvious they expected him to make his own weapons. He wasn't an idiot. He slithered back to his assigned mech, then got inside. After a couple of physical trials, he started lumbering around the scrapyard, rummaging for anything sharp. He found some wires, two buzz saws, and some long metal bits. Thankfully, this mech had some fine control. He used it to make a couple of buzzsaw arms. They were kind of small and spindly, but he guessed they could potentially kill. Good enough.
He reflected on his situation briefly. This seemed like a new competition, one not related to Multitechs. He didn't think his people would like this competition, but at the same time it was a fight to the death. Who doesn't love a fight to the death? He would compete, and make his people proud. If they were watching. He made a note to inquire into the viewership of this new sport.
He set off in a lumbering gait, then stopped, realizing he could do so much better. Using the buzzsaws, he detached the mech's legs alarmingly easily. It was flimsy. He found some other mechanical parts, and began working to make his legs faster.
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