Posted 04 June 2013 - 08:09 AM
Right now the thinking process works like this:
"Hmm... I think I'll try some SRMs, Medium Lasers, Machine Guns and perhaps an LB10x... yeah, that should rock the house up close!"
*a few minutes later*
Bob the gamer moves in quickly and quietly on his target, a fully decked out HGN-732, bristling with 3 PPCs/ERPPCs and a Gauss Rifle. Piece of cake, right? Just move in close and finish him off! Those ranged weapons will be useless up close.
He anticipates his opponents moves. He breathes calmly. He watches his prey for the right moment and then he pounces when the're all alone! He rushes in with a fury, his LB10x firing with a roar, his SRMs filling the skies with carbon-soaked fear andd his Machine Guns plinked away at the armor quickening the pulse of the enemy pilot inside. He grins as the armor flecks away and grips his control-stick with newly found confidence.
"Hahahaha this guy is going DOWWNNNNN!!!!!!!!!" He squealed in delight.
The Highlander struggled to turn around and then with one deft motion, the jump-jets on his back erupted in a plume of bright, vivid blue plasma and hurtled his monstrosity of metal into the air. It pirouetted with the grace of a ballerina carefully and gacefully on its toes and spun around to face Bob. The pilot inside the cockpit grinned and winked back at him. He raised his gauss-rifle toting arm and took aim.
... and FIRED!
Bob watched as three super-heated lightning bolts leaped from the Highlander followed by the sharp ball of metal behind them. They raced towards his side torso... and then... Well, all he remembers is the "EJECT, EJECT!!!" Klaxons going off his cockpit as his engine was pierced in one shot. He raced towards the heavens; up, up to the swirling clouds above he flew. Bob looked down between his legs to his once proud mech below, now exploding in a pile of ash and destruction with that ghastly Highlander standing on its corpse.
This wasn't the first time this had happened to Bob. This was the twentieth time in a row he had been one-shotted. Bob couldn't take it anymore.
It was off to the Mechlab... one last time. "THINK!" Bob scolded himself, "THINK, you *****! What do we do?!"
A lightbulb went off in his head. He quickly pulled out his credit card and purchased some MC. "I'll show you punks! You're all going to die now!"
His fingers scampered across the keyboard. His other hand's finger clicked with passion and fury. The purchase was done.
Bob stared at his new HGN-732. There was only one thing left to do. He quietly shoehorned onto it all the PPCs he could muster along with a brand new, state of the art gauss rifle and a pristine XL engine.
He pressed the launch button with authority, smiling. "Now it is MY turn!"
Bob won the next drop with 4 kills, 3 assists and 800 damage. He'd never done so well before. He one-shotted two mechs and caused the rest of his foes to tremble in angst. Bob relished in his new found skill. His great prowess. His... superior thinking!
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