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[Stormfury]

Credit to Spooky777 for the original image that I modified.




Credit to Punakettu for the original image that I modified.

Edited by Stormfury, 21 October 2014 - 09:00 AM.

[00meat]

My Home Star Cicada.


Also, just for fun, have a strongmad awesome.
I just thought we needed some more lighthearted entries, you don't have to dress your mech up scary for Halloween.
I made these a few weeks back, but I still think they deserve a place in this contest.

Edited by 00meat, 21 October 2014 - 08:09 AM.

[H E A V Y G A U S S]

Here´s my Collage "A Halloween Tribute"

[Trynn Allen]

[img][url=https://flic.kr/p/oPe3Mc][img]https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3939/14974270013_447772a925_s.jpg[/img][/url]WP_20141021_001[1] by trynnallen, on Flickr[/img]

How about a Headless Atlas?

[Mech42Ace]

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I present to you the scariest mech on the battlefield, the phranken 'phract .

[c o r k]

Mr. Scarecrow's goin treat-or-else-ing.

Final:

Edited by its LOG, 01 November 2014 - 12:26 PM.

[Ian Drsaurri]

https://plus.google....787808916143851

Couldn't figure out how to put the photo in directly so here's the link. Happy Halloween MechWarrior style. My own screenshot from MW4 by the way.

[Avarice1of2]

The night was dark
The battle was long
Her men once wired
Now felt tired
But to Avarice something just felt wrong
And over the coms "stay alert" she did bark

Back to base they were headed
Their eyes on their scopes
Tonight was All Hollows Eve and there was a party
Avarice looked forward to sharing with her lancemates a brew that was hearty
The clock struck 12 and a message took away their hopes
For into a trap they had been netted

"Compana sonat duodecies, Mitternacht" from their coms did ring out
And a laughing skull on all their displays did read out
On their radars an enemy did flash
And into Sovern's Awesome a gauss slug did smash
His reply with the pull of a finger his Awesome's left arm with an AC10 did crack to life
And from his right arm twin ERPPCs let lose with azure lightning strife

The AC10's shell hit the ground with an explosion thunderous
The PPC struck home with a flash quite luminous
Two enemies appeared and were targeted by Sovern and Avarice
As their displays fed them data a chill touched them as cold as ice
Sovern froze with fear when he saw Media's stats
And Nox's made Avarice's stomach feel full of bats

"I found a third!" through their coms said Cass
Avarice replied to her "Tag it fast!"
From Rocna's and Sovern's com Avarice's voice rang clear "LRMs now"
The first mech fell as three mechs let crimson rain fall
But as it fell it let loose with 4 emerald lances and from Rocna's com came a shout of "Ow!"
Rocna's Hunchback fell over its two lrm 15s destroyed by the lasers maul

As the enemy fell its remains vanished into mist
Avarice screamed out over her com "Rocna respond Rocna Reply!"
From their coms came Rocna's voice " some help getting up this mech doesn't have fist"
Avarice did command "Cass return to base request us support" Cass' spider with speed did fly
While Avarice gave that order a gauss slug slammed into the left arm of her mech
She turned her mech and replied with three light gauss leaving Nox's right leg a wreck

Before Avarice could fire her lasers Nox vanished from the radar
As Sovern helped Rocna's mech to its feet his awesomes back was peppered by shots from far
Tracing the shots from the dark a salvo of light gauss Avarice did let rip
Rocna was up and on their radars media did appear
From the left arm of the Hunchback flew an bolt of azure lightning quite eager
It struck with a flash and a crack upon media's hip

Nox was only on their scopes for a moment
when yet again both Media and Nox vanished from their scopes
All this vanishing was filling them with dispair and a loss of their hopes
Sovern with anger showing yelled on all channels"Stop with the ECM come out and fight"
Avarice replied "now that there is only one ECM I will try to jam them and end this plight"
On media they took aim and from their mechs missles flew like a large serpent

As Media shook from the rain it hammered the rightarm of Avarice's Direwolf
Avarice cringed as Betty chimed out medium pulse laser destroyed 4 times
And Sovern took a gauss to the center torso warning alarms sounding like annoying chimes
Rocna and Sovern fired on Media with PPCs, and watched as from the torso came a blue gulf
Media fell its reactor gone critical
Rocna yelled out "shutting down containment breech" Nox had hit her with lasers lethal


Nox moved faster circling and firing on Avarice and Sovern lasers, gauss, and srms hitting hard
Avarice began to yell at Betty as she listed all the damage her mech was taking
Sovern's Betty was listing all his heat sinks he had lost and he said "I know I'm baking"
When Sovern lost his AC10 he yelled out"You're ******* me off" and fired 5 emerald lances
Nox's leg flew off and Nox hit the ground with a stud Sovern saying "That's my joker card"
On Nox Sovern and Avarice bore down with light gauss and ERPPC not taking their chances

When the final mech fell they thought the night had been won
"Ist es nacht, Mitternacht" an eerie voice from their coms rang
Avarice replied "Bring it we are not yet done"
Sovern aswered back "Above our wall your head will hang"
With that the fourth mech Mitternacht appeared
But for a Assault its movements were quite weird

The displays said it was moving at a kph of onehundred eightyfive
Avarice and Sovern each fired 2 salvos from lrm fives twin
The forty missiles flew true and hit their eighty five ton mark
When the smoke cleared Mitternacht seemed to vanish in the dark
But on their scopes Mitternacht did circle this fight they still must win
Avarice's mech took fire ECM destroyed she shouted" Daishi you said I must live"

Sovern fired his twin PPCs his mechs targeting computer keeping the shots true
Mitternacht's ECM disabled it retaliated with its gauss coring Sovern's mech
Sovern punched out as his mech was engulfed in blue he said "Phoenix I will miss you"
Avarice fired her four remaining medium pulses with rage in her eyes
Mitternacht fired back a swarm of streak SRMs leaving Avarice's left light gauss rifle a wreck
Avarice said on all channels "Mitternacht today is when your legends dies"

As Mitternacht started to vanish Avarice hit it with the two light gauss that remained
Mitternacht continued hitting Avarice with gauss, streaks, and lasers punishment
Though her mech had the armor Avarice knew it felt quite pained
Avarice fired her five working small lasers Mitternacht's slowing was a hits acknowledgement
Mitternacht changed its form before Avarice's eyes
Avarice thought to herself "An LAM how and why"

Now in a brawl Avarice's Direwolf had the advantage
She screamed flashes of emerald and crimson lances hammering her foe with rage
Despite being out gunned Mitternacht did not let up with gauss and azure lightning it fired
Avarice growled as her mech lost its last arm she was fighting her hardest though was tired
She fired her two light gauss and three small lasers scoring a hit
Mitternacht's ECM was destroyed its engine about to quit

Mitternacht turned and changed running again with speed
Avarice fired her small lasers gauss still cyling
Crimson lances dug deep into Mitternacht's back armor destruction their need
But Mitternacht still leaped into the air flying
When Avarice heard fire all LRMs from a familair voice
Avarice said over the coms "Thank you Cassandra dear" with rejoice

Mitternacht fell from the sky
As Avarice watched 4 LRM heavy Locust run by
Avarice followed in her lumbering assault mech
She stood over the unvanished Mitternacht now a wreck
Avarice lifted her mech's foot above Mitternacht's cabin and said "Its time you die"
As her mech's foot came down and crushed the cabin Avarice let out in relief a sigh

Over everyone's coms came a creepy voice that said "You bested me now claim your prize"
And from the mist four new mechs did rise
Their names diplayed in order of class Obscura, Media, Nox, and Mitternacht
They looked over their news mechs a scratch on them their was not
Avarice sent a message to base "We're ok but I want our mechs repaired and rebuilt"
They asked why she said "They served us well and I don't want my lance feeling guilt"

Our heros headed back to base
With new mechs in hand
But in their hearts their old held a special place
And they knew they would have their mechs back with their leaders demand
So they felt no guilt in playing with their new toys
Ready to thwart any clan ploys.

Edited by Avarice1of2, 21 October 2014 - 10:14 PM.

[Danghen Woolf]

My entry for the contest. Hopefully you mechwarriors enjoy. Reader discretion: Violence

He knew they would come for him. He could not see them in the darkness, he could feel them, watching, waiting. William checked the monitors of his battered Wolverine again, the blinking red warning lights on several of the panels letting him know just how bad things were. Shadows crept between the trees, hidden and revealed in the moonlight with each pass of the clouds.

William checked his sensor displays before setting his machine in motion. The battlemech was slow to react to the pilot’s commands, further indication of the severity of the damage it had sustained. Sweat dripped down his arms and legs as the temperature crept up in the cockpit.

Something moved off to the right, a deepening darkness between the trees that seemed to be paralleling the Wolverine as it slogged through the marsh. He caught only a glimpse but it seemed to be weaving between the trees as the clouds once again blanketed the swamp in a veil of darkness. He cycled his sensors through radar to magscan to thermal settings, nothing but the ambient temperature and background magnetic fields.

An oily trail collected on the surface in the wake of the ‘mech’s steps, running from the holes in the damaged heat sink in the left leg. He was lucky that he hadn’t lost the leg getting stuck in the mud and muck unseen below the stagnant water. He swore he could even hear the buzzing of the half-pound bugs that seemed to be part mosquito and part shark waiting for him to eject from the armored shell so that they could consume him. He noticed the movement again.

William adjusted the power levels to shunt energy into the large laser on his right arm, with nothing to lock onto his shots would be “from the hip” and just marked at a simple crosshair on his neurohelmets heads up display. The reactor groaned in protest as it struggled to bear the load of the weapon and trek through the soft mud slowing it, threatening to reach up and grab at the legs of his ’mech and drag it down. He twisted to the right to better square up with the unseen enemy that must be using some kind of countermeasure to baffle his sensors. He strained his eyes to see out of the scratched and pitted cockpit, willing the moon to shine again to show his pursuers.

The Wolverine rocked violently as fire blossomed on the shoulder of the ‘mech’s left arm, chunks of armor-turned-shrapnel hurtling off into the darkness. The light flashed off the battered hulk of a Centurion directly in front of Will’s ‘mech. Will hesitated for just a moment, there was no way the Centurion had just attacked him, it was more scrap metal than battlemech, covered in moss and vines, the autocannon that would have been its right arm peeled back like a comical banana, a hole where the long range missile launcher should have been. This ‘mech was dead.

Another blast rocked Will out of his reverie, this time on the rear armor. He turned his torso as quickly as the myomers would allow him. This second attack had managed to leave small fires in its wake causing the swamp to flicker and set the shadows dancing in their hollows. Another shell of a battlemech greeted him, this time a Commando. This ‘mech was also dead, half of the twenty-five ton machine’s head was missing, it had fallen almost sitting upright, the right arm pointing in his direction, short range missile tubes caked in filth. There had been a battle here, some time ago but the mechs gave no indication of their owners, time had hidden all of the distinguishing marks that could have revealed their origin.
Will struggled to keep his adrenaline in check, his pulse racing as he looked at his damage readout, someone had attacked him but where are they and why aren’t they showing up on the radar? The enemy was smart, following him into this swamp, using the environment to slow him down and the knowledge of the disabled ‘mechs to distract and unsettle him.

He almost came out of his skin when the comline crackled in his ear. “You.”

He was losing his mind, he knew it. He had come to terms with it when the third attack destroyed the remaining armor on his left leg, sending parts of the knee actuator out into the darkness of the swamp. Betty’s voice chimed into his ear happily, “Left leg actuator offline.” The flash had momentarily blinded him. Will checked his remaining systems, he still had life support and now that he could not move he could shift power to his weapons to defend himself from his hidden pursuer.

Will scanned the area slowly as his vision adjusted back to peering into the inkiness outside of his cockpit. A third destroyed ‘mech lay almost directly in front of him, half hidden in the mist and mud that he had been walking through, had his machine not been disabled he may have tripped over the fallen chassis. It had fallen face up, a Shadow Hawk, the autocannon barrel sticking straight up like another of the dark trees. This ‘mech was not as old as the other two, but the hole in the center torso gave little doubt as to how it had been destroyed.

A footfall boomed in the cockpit, his attacker was going to finish the job it appeared. Will tried to twist around to face the direction of the noise but his damaged leg would not allow him to get far enough to see much more than the Centurion standing between the trees. He cursed his luck as he began to swing back around to the other side but stopped once the Centurion reached his peripheral vision. A sickeningly yellow glow was coming from the ‘mechs cockpit, it was faint but it was not a trick of the moonlight. He cycled his sensors back through the settings again, this time stopping on the thermal, the Centurion was colder than the swamp.

Goosebumps immediately appeared from the top of William’s head to the tips of his feet, it was not possible. He remembered himself, he remembered his powered up large laser and triggered a beam of light into the chest of the ‘mech. His sensor flared as the light superheated the cold armor but then turned immediately back to the black of the cool spectrum.

A splash sounded behind him. He was losing his mind. He was not here. This cannot happen. The Commando was floundering in the stagnant water, thermal sensors showing it almost as if it were absorbing the heat from the surrounding swamp. He switched back to visual spectrum and caught his breath, the same yellow light was radiating from the Commando’s damaged head, he could even make out the broken form of the mechwarrior slumped in the command couch, or at least as much as had been left from the scavengers. Panic boiled up in Will’s chest as he leveled the laser at the Commando and fired again, adding with it one of his remaining medium lasers. The light ‘mech slumped down as one of its arms was sheared off at the shoulder, submerging the yellow light.

The comline crackled again, “You.” The Wolverine rocked at the hips as the prone Shadow Hawk grabbed onto the right arm, dragging the ‘mech down towards the water. Will began to scream in his cockpit.

The Centurion grabbed at the chest of his ‘mech trying to force it into the mud and muck. The Commando also grabbed on, its broken and rusty fingers scrabbling to gain purchase on Wills cockpit, metal screeched in protest as the dead mechs attempted to rip the Wolverine apart. Will could see the dead warrior in the cockpit flopping around loosely as the Commando attempted to open his ’mech’s head. He couldn’t tell but it looked like a Davion uniform it was wearing, but the dirt and other filth covering it made him unsure.

The strained armor finally gave way on the arm and shoulder as the Shadow Hawk wrenched the arm off of Will’s disabled ‘mech, shifting the weight suddenly as it splashed into the swamp below. The cockpit glass also gave as the pressurized cockpit was breached by the light ‘mech. Suddenly everything went still, all of the dead mechs lay piled on Will’s Wolverine, silent as they had been a few moments before.

“You”, Will heard, it was not in his comline. “Left.”

Will could taste bile, he was going crazy. The cockpit lights had gone out when it had been breached. The yellow glow of the dead ‘mechs was gone. He was definitely going crazy.

Will’s neuro helmet was suddenly ripped from his head, the small of rot and cordite and ozone blasted his senses. He wanted to vomit, he wanted to scream, he wanted to wake up. He looked into the face, swollen, burned, but still recognizable, of Leftenant Jason Gregory. Caked with the stains of violent death, blood and viscera dried on his uniform from the hole in his torso where his left arm and neck should have been. He held Will’s neurohelmet up in his remaining arm and smiled a sickly satisfied smile as two more forms appeared at the edge of his cockpit.

“Left to rot,” the sounds of the voice where thick with gurgling fluids as Gregory gestured to the other two mechwarriors shambling into the crowded space. The smell was overpowering, Will vomited and began shaking violently causing a disgusting choked laugh to emanate from the three around him.

The two others were just as bad, holes where none should be, uniforms tattered and burned. One reached for Will, bones where fingers should have been and dug into his thigh deeply. Will screamed. Will tried desperately to unhook his harness holding him in the seat but the third mechwarrior grabbed his arms and held them down with the strength of an armor clamp threatening to crush his wrists to powder. He tried to kick but the wash of pain from the fingers in his thigh almost caused him to black out. Gregory smiled again.

“We are not done, Sir.” Gregory tossed the helmet aside and raised his arm into the air before bringing it back down into William’s stomach violently, knocking the wind out of him. Then the sound and the pain began.

Will screamed as the three dead warriors began digging through him, gleefully pulling at the choicest pieces. “Hold him,” one of the mechwarriors said, “hold him down or we will kill him before we are done.” The voices sounded far off, almost dream-like. Will tried to beg them to stop but could find no air, he tried to move but they held him down, suffocating him as they bathed in his blood.


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DonnerBrau Lowlands, Marfik
Dieron Military District, Draconis Combine
16 September 3028

“Hold him, hold him down or we will kill him before we are done,” the medtech screamed at the technicians helping her. Astech Curtis did as much as he could to hold Captain William Venson in his command couch as they tried to remove the structural piece that had impaled him. He was unconscious when the recovery vehicle had come to salvage the damaged mechs from the battle site several kilometers away but no one expected any survivors. Medtech Lorraine had given him a sedative to keep him out while they sawed, cut, and pried their way into the damaged Wolverine, its cockpit mostly crushed as it fell while heading through the lowlands back towards base.

“Where is the rest of the lance do you think Doc?” Curtis watched carefully as the other technicians slowly cut the crossbar away from the back of the couch. “This is the only ‘mech out here, not even any smoke. I think I remember these guys leaving, a Commando, Centurion, Shadow Hawk and the Captain here.”

“Don’t know, but Command will probably want to talk to him if he lives.” The medtech checked his vitals again as the technicians signaled they had cut the mechwarrior free and began lifting the whole couch out through the broken cockpit.

[PyckenZot]

Edited by PyckenZot, 22 October 2014 - 01:52 AM.

[Impyrium]

[RomeoMustDie]

[Mech42Ace]

Vote for almighty lord Atlai!





What could be scarier?

Edited by Mech42Ace, 22 October 2014 - 01:12 PM.

[Mekanïk Destruktïw Kommandöh]

I bet, I've seen it!

[Noesis]

[Noesis]

Didn't win last year, but worth the view for the fun of it and another try all the same,

it is of course based on the Time Warp from the Rocky Horror Picture Show:

[Dervish Light Bringer]

Please Like ;o

THE FALL OF THE ATLAS STAR

It was a foggy Halloween Night, and surprisingly, all was still as a graveyard. Hawkeye, Captain America, and Iron Man were on their way to New York City to go trick-or-treating in their costumes—Hawkeye was in a skin-tight skeleton suit; Steve Rogers, a zombie-style Captain America suit; and Tony Stark, Grim Reaper Iron Man armor— when all of a sudden the ground QUAKED. The three froze. They gazed at each other.

Cap asked in an orderly voice, “Hawkeye, what do your hawk eyes see?”

“Looks like Mechs. I got this!”

Iron man contradicted, “No, stand back. I got this!”

Captain America shouted, “Really? We’re all in this together!”

The three agreed to fight together. They waited for the invaders. Five Atlas Ds appeared, each with one ac-20, two large lasers, three srm sixes, and speeds of 68 kph, piloted by Obadiah, Gloven, Licheen, Hydra, and Marteen. The Colossal Mechs were five kilometres away. They stopped. They fired, but Captain blocked the shots of the lasers with his zombie shield. Hawkeye loaded his bow. He took aim. He killed Marteen. Gloven tried to shoot Iron Man, but unexpectedly Jack the Pumpkin King jumped out of a nearby fruit stand and annihilated Gloven. Licheen and Hydra both tried to alpha strike Captain Rogers; however, Licheen disintegrated because Steve deflected the incoming attack with his shield and killed Licheen. Captain Obadiah and Hydra were still alive. The two pilots sprang out of their Mechs and challenged the three Avengers to a hand-to-hand combat. The mech pilots were no match against the three Heroes. At last the three friends were able to trick-or-treat.

Beware!

Edited by Dervish Light Bringer, 23 October 2014 - 11:06 AM.

[Negaman1971]

Okay, here is my entry! May I present to you the Jack O' Lantern's Mercenary Command!

[Mekanïk Destruktïw Kommandöh]

Transilvanian Artist...cold..soul
Your hands are cruel...to draw..to draw

the battlemechs have cold...soul...soul...
fearsome..beasts...forever at War

Paint them...can't you feel the Call
New mech designs craving to live

To be Draped by the Shadow of your Piranha office
ohh, hunger for inspiration...The only heat is Wacom pad

So Pure... So Cold
Transilvanian Artist

Hail to the True, artistic vampires
A mechs made for storming the battlegrounds

To be the ones breathing a Wind of Invasion
Creating and destructing the dearest catharsis

Beautiful Mechanised Self to be the Designer
A part of a Pact that is made of endo-steel

Pinions are durable than bones, your soul has been sold
Transilvanian Artist...my hangar is cold

So Pure... Evil, Cold
Transilvanian Artist








So, why Transilvania?
Because Iglasias!



In case, someone doesn't get the reference, here is the original with lyrics:

Edited by Mekanïk Destruktïw Kommandöh, 22 October 2014 - 04:27 PM.

[MadPanda]

This is a photoshop entry. I tried to make it look like a postcard. Let me know what you guys think. I might make changes before the deadline.