I good you bid evening
It's here you guys. Bring out your creative side, The Marauder IIC contest has arrived. Deadline is December 28, unless of course that is too long and I will curb it back. But that's how it is as of now.
Also, 228 expressed some interest in supporting the community, but that may come later.
I've got three basics I will be giving out for this. That said I am very easy to work with and if you want to do an upgrade or upcoming, that's fine by me. But why wouldn't you want the Marauder IIC? as it's 85 tons of huggable, lovable, cuddly joy. But whatever.
On to the event and content.
Pretty straight forward Rap/Poetry contest. So ya, if you don't feel comfortable in making a rap, feel free to do a poem or something.Hell, if you want to try and convey a country song that is fine by me. Ultimately, I will be looking for creativity, content and form to decide winners.. Also at the deadline, and depending on the number of submissions I can get for this, I may ask for help from the community to pick the victors. Still a WIP. 15 line minimum. Can range from funny to serious.
Content wise - Along the lines of either
A. A narrative of a battle where the Marauder IIC emerges victorious, or vice -versa where the Marauder gets smashed.
B.Something Involving the Marauder IIC, Santa Claus and, Reindeer. (Keep it clean, mostly)
C. Something, something Marauder IIC. (more to come lol)
Oh and Merry Christmas
Edited by JackalBeast, 21 December 2016 - 01:11 PM.
An attempt
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Don't call the first coming a warm up
The sequel to the original marauder defo wasn't a come back
The upgrade from 75 to 85 tons didn't trim, excess fat
Impossible to improve on perfection, your election, is to suspend notions of false perception
The marauder II wasn't designed in texas but its bigger, and boats bigger lolocaust weapons
Tanking hits like it was formed of impervious pavement, durability unmatched
Its more reliable than a space toyota, with outstanding payments
Stomp your way to victory in a Mad II, in style, those curves and elegant aesthetic features
Dispensing punishment, with terawatt shades of rainbow laser flamin
Bear witness to your enemies smokin mechs hitting the floor to the staccato beat of autocannons blazing
The Mad II is the perfect hybrid union, of clan and inner sphere tech
It goes hard like a liger, the ferocious union of a lion and a tiger
Its an apex predator stalking techno jungles, top of the food chain
Alpha male of the wolf pack, if you cross it you know you're in trouble
Your cockpit isn't anymore protection than a safe space, its a delicate bubble
Man in a glass house shouldn't throw stones
Mechwarriors in bubble cockpit should their roles
Eject when confronted with the overwhelming power
Of a marauder, better to quit when you're ahead than end up cannon fodder
Oh my god, Maudy, I've been having problems with backing this mech up lately.
I like big torsos and I can not lie
You other clanners can't deny
That when a mech walks in with an itty bitty nose
And a wide torso with gyros
You get cored, can't pull out unscuffed
'Cause you notice that torso stuffed
Deep in lasers she's bearing
Won't twist and I can't stop staring
You CTed, and my heat is nought
And take your kill shot
Shot callers tried to warn me ---
But with that butt you got makes (me potato)
Ooh, Rump-o'-heat-fin
You say you want to get in my MAD?
Well, use me, use me
'Cause this ain't that average II-C
I've seen her wigglin'
To hell with good twistin'
She's sweat, stock, ---
PPC like a turbo 'Hawk
I'm tired of magazines
No ammo for my energy
Take the average clanner and ask him that
She gotta pack heat sinks
So, sibkos (aff) sibkos (aff)
Has your marauder got the nose? (qui aff)
Tell 'em to wiggle it (wiggle it) wiggle it (wiggle it)
Wiggle that healthy nose
Baby got back!
I like 'em round, weapon clad
And when I'm droppin' a MAD
I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal
Now here's my scandal
I want you in mechlab
And ugh, double sink, pew, pew
I ain't talkin' bout IS
'Cause Standard Engines are made for toys
I want 'em real large and XL
To fit that juicy double
Snowbluff's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at IS Lances
Like Weak-kneed country dances
You can have them weak mechs
I'll keep battlemchs like MAD II
A word to the thick marauders, I want to get with you
I won't leg or miss you
But I gotta be behind, I say I want to core
Out the dropship door
Maddy got it goin' on
A lot of freebirth won't like this song
'Cause them suratss like to hit it and quit it
And I'd rather stay and play
'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the coolshot on
So, ladies (Yeah) Ladies (Yeah)
If you want to roll in my Marauder (Yeah)
Then turn around, stick it out
Even Steiner's got to shout
Baby got back
Baby got back
Yeah, sibko, when it comes to new mechs
IS ain't got nothin'
To do with my front armor
Sixty two- ninety one -sixty two
Ha ha, only if she's 75
So your lancemate rolls an Urbie, playin' workout tapes by Davi
But Davion ain't got a Clan extralight in her Urbie
My star adder don't want none
Unless you've got guns, hon
You can do LB or ultras
But please don't lose that butt
Some brothers want to play that light role
And tell you that hitbox ain't gol'
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So Falcon says you're fast
Not enough guns to blast
''Your engine is small and your jets are kickin''
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'
To the nightgyr birds in the galaxy
You ain't it, turkey
Give me a MAD C, Nose wiggling is key
shield arms and jams won't be me
Some smoke jaguar tried to dis
'Cause his ebons are on my list
He had guns but he spread wide with 'em
And I pull in close to go flame 'em
So ladies, if the butt is round,
And you want a triple PPC,
Dial 1-900-SNOWBLUFF
And kick them nasty drops
Baby got back
Alright, I came up with something.. inspired by one of my favorite Nickelodeon shows when i was a young teen
To the tune of:
Spoiler
(He's a battlemech with clan tech)
Yo, the Bounty Hunter was just under $14
When PGI released an OP machine,
It was designed from an IS Unseen
(He's gonna smash 'em all 'cause he has clan tech)
When they couldn't quite kill it, the PUGs they just quit,
Then an IS pilot took a ride inside of it,
There was a great big engine, everything just changed
The balance got all rearranged!
(clan tech, clan tech)
When he first did a drop he realized
He had dual gauss arms and PPCs to neutralize
He could walk up Canyon's walls and had jump jets to fly,
He was much more OP than the other guys!
It was then he knew what he had to do,
He had to stomp all the seals that were coming through,
He's here to carry me and you!
He's gonna smash 'em all 'cause he's got clan tech
Gonna stomp 'em all 'cause he's got clan tech
Gonna carry 'em all because he's (a clan battlemech)
Edited by Snazzy Dragon, 21 December 2016 - 02:47 PM.
LocationAurora, Indiana, USA, North America, Earth, Sol, Milky Way
Posted 21 December 2016 - 03:02 PM
The MAD
Marauder, to you who like things spelled out
A staple of the Inner Sphere
But now, corrupted
Turned evil
Made vile by the touch of the vat-born
The MAD-IIc
Add ten tons and a Clan XL
What hope is there for the MAD now?
Hope lies within
Real men pilot real mechs
The MAD-IIc is a fake MAD
Built for fake Mechwarriors
Only the Free-born soldiers of the Inner Sphere are worthy of the MAD
And the MAD will not fail them
Edited by Levi Porphyrogenitus, 21 December 2016 - 03:02 PM.
They see me rollin', they hatin'. Those Spheroids, they tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Marauder IIC, this sweet ride, They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Hostiles think they can see me lean Scorched paint so it ain't easy to be seen My Marauder’s fly, they can see me glean And my shine on the guns and the laser beams Ride with Bitchin Betty, she like hold up Next to the mech's cockpit controller My Clan PPC pistolas Turn an Atlas into a coma Noobs you ain't know, you just a steppin stone i'm here to pwn, huggin' pugs like I have rabies Crystal clean headshots so I pull in ladies Spheroids patrol, you know they hate me Engine turned all the way up until the maximum I can't speak for some Clanners tryin to cap for some But we packin somethin that we have for 'um will have alpha strike damage to the maximum Game about to end, I'm bleeding smoke Gunfire loud, I'm walkin' slow I'm torso twistin, tryin’ not to poke Enemies come from behind but my profile’s low Hostile mechs, stop their intrusion Game's changed, freeborn like who is that producing? Flauntin' PPCs when we out and cruisin Enemies capped every base except Epsilon but I still ain't losin’
They see me rollin', they hatin'. Those Spheroids, they tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Marauder IIC, this sweet ride, They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
I been hiding in cover, holdin still cause my teammates can't focus I gotta crouch down low 'fore the Nova 's scope this big ol Marauder trotter come right to a stop, girl Clanners been rippin through the Inner Sphere and winning again, we’re in again, we in the wind Doin a hundred while I Nascar the map Rollin pugs into the muck, say GeeGee like we ain't givin a f*ck I got a PPC in my right hand, coolshot in my lap freezing my balls Level the skill tree, elite and all Bringin power creep, me and my do-jo See this Marauder IIC, My mech’s 85 tons and I got Streaks Aimbot shots to the cockpit we creep creep Pop Pop hope Mods don't see me, on a low key With no regards for the lore, we dodge em like «**** em all» But I won't get caught up and brought up on charges for none of y'all Keep on hurtin’ feels, and get some kill steals, but well if you want, Clanner, you clubbin’ seals Ready or not we pop shots through in the air, Marauder IIC got y’all scared
Spoiler
This should in no way sway your opinion, but I'm 3 Clan assault mechs from completing my Clan collection. A basic pack of MAD IICs would leave me with 15 clan lights, 15 clan medius, 15 clan heavies and 15 clan assaults, for a total of 60 clan mechs. That. Would. Be. Awesome.
Edited by Tristan Winter, 21 December 2016 - 03:41 PM.
T'was the night after drop, when all through the ship,
The Mechwarriors were drunk, and maintainers were pissed. The mechs were a mess, there were no handy spares, But the commanders still hoped for timely repairs.
The missiles were hanging half out of their racks, While cannon shells jostled in uneven stacks. A Marauder IIC with pilot three sheets to the wind, From the rear cargo door, had just trundled in.
On the floor of the bay there arose such commotion,
That he quickly halted his mech's locomotion.
He checked his viewscreens to see what transpired,
And tore off his neurohelmet when the screens expired.
The gleam of the fire on the hard metal floor,
He saw reflected upon closing blast doors.
When, what to his terrified ears should sound,
The rumble of ammo cooking off all around.
The flashes and booms near the mech's battered seams,
Portended destruction of its endosteel beams,
More rapid than RACs, crews fled from the bay,
Screaming and shouting while running away.
As LRMs that before hostile mechs fly,
When they are locked and fired, mount to the sky.
So up to the roof of the bay they flew,
Motors ignited by fires anew.
Gantries and stanchions twisted and bent,
As the mechs they supported were smashed and rent.
As a loading crane fell on the crippled Marauder,
The world went black, like the deep ocean water.
I regained my sight in a dimly lit room,
To see in a viewport the cargo bay's doom.
The entire space filled with the sound of eruption,
The Marauder IIC at the heart of destruction,
How had this happened, what was the cause,
Then I recalled with a terrified pause.
I was its pilot that made the mistake,
When in the mechbay, always keep your weapons on safe.
Edited by Dino Might, 21 December 2016 - 03:41 PM.
There are somethings that burn hotter than flame.
Things that can hurt you more than physical pain.
A dream nearly realized and lost at the last.
A people erased, no future, no past.
They came from the stars riding pillars of fire.
They took everything we had to quench their desire.
Their mechs so much stronger and powered by hate.
Nothing would stand until terra fell to check mate.
And now once again the invasion starts anew.
New weapons and mechs for them to burn through.
Their latest addition, the Marauder two cee.
Just another top crutch mech destined O P.
See here’s the thing, as I try and write a poem of lore.
I can’t get past PGI making another meta w-ore.
Is there any reason not to run clan?
Maybe balance should be a part of your plan?
And now that my poem is totally off track.
Triggering -I want to give Russ and Paul a good smack.
I’ll try and salvage this total train wreck,
and just mention that the Scorch is nasty as heck.
Mad Mad IIC
Mad Mad IIC
All right Stop
Group up and Listen
Mad is back with brand new clan invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow that PPC daily and nightly
Will it ever stop?
Yo, I don't know
Turn on the laser and I'll burn
To the extreme I rock a mic like a freebirth
Light up a stage and rekt a noob like a trueborn
Dance
Rush the circle in the dom
I'm killin' your cockpit like a pro
Deadly, when I play dope PPC
Anything less that the best is a potato
Love it or Hate it
You better git gud
You better aim right
Freebirth don't play
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out my Marauder while my PPC revolves it
Mad Mad IIC
Mad Mad IIC
Mad Mad IIC
Mad Mad IIC
Now that enemy is spotted
With double heatsinks, my PPC are pumped
Quick to the point, to point of domination
I’m cooking freebirth like a pound of bacon
Burning them if they’re not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a batchall
Firing PPC and Laser on a potato
I'm on a roll and it's time to go pro
Rollin, in my Mad IIC
With my effective build so I can pro
The freebirths on surrender
Waving just to say mercy
Did you stop?
No, I just ignore em
Kept on pursuing on to the next noob
I blast’em from a far and I’m closing to the noob
That noob was dead
Yo so I continued to H8I Polar Highland
The freebirth scums screaming and running
To the deadly brawling Atlas and grouping
Careful, ‘cause they are deadly
I’m ready with PPC and with my laser
Ready for glory of Clans
The freebirth acting bravely because they’re grouping
Autocannons ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my PPC
All I head were pews
Fallin’ mech rekt real fast
Pumped my PPC, Burned my Laser
Mechs keeps coming, the Atlas keep tanking
I’m tryin’ to converse heat before go overheat
My back up is coming
You know what I mean
They back me up, wrecking all the freebirths
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out my Marauder while my PPC revolves it
Mad Mad IIC
Mad Mad IIC
Mad Mad IIC
Mad Mad IIC
Take heed, ‘cause I’am a lyrical poet
Marauder IIC on the release just in case you didn’t know it
My Clans, that riding Mad IIC Mechs
Enough to shake and kick mechs in the pugs
‘Cause it rekt Mad Inner Spheres
Feasible mech that can jelly Inner Spheres
Upgraded and retrofitted
This is hell of a mech
We make it hype and you want to buy it in christmas
Pros plays on meta builds, charging with gauss rifles
Rekt Inner Sphere XL side torso so fast
Other IS Loyalist say, “Damn”
If my rhyme was bad, keep your salt in blood pressure
Keep your salt or you will be stoned
Marauder IIC is my jam while I kick pugs
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out my Marauder while my PPC revolves it
Mad Mad IIC
Mad Mad IIC
Mad Mad IIC
Mad Mad IIC
Yo man, let's get out of here
Before Mods come here
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