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[Noesis]

[Sizzles]

[Ghost Rider LSOV]

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[SleekHusky]

Edited by Sleek34, 14 February 2015 - 11:27 AM.

[AzureDragoon]

[Domoneky]

[Ghost Rider LSOV]

Edited by Ghost Rider LSOV, 16 February 2015 - 02:30 AM.

[Ghost Rider LSOV]

[ArticWolf233]

[Wraith 1]

[Ghost Rider LSOV]

[AmaZinger]

[Big Tin Man]

AmaZinger, on 19 February 2015 - 07:32 AM, said:

The Dragon 1N and Wolverine 6K want a word with you.

[Lily from animove]

AmaZinger, on 19 February 2015 - 07:32 AM, said:

Thats how you recognize a lonely pilot.

[AmaZinger]

[Big Tin Man]

I blame xzibit.

Edited by Big Tin Man, 20 February 2015 - 11:00 AM.

[StompingOnTanks]

Technically not a meme but I made this in the Last Post thread and I think it deserves to be here.

Somewhere, sometime during the 3rd Succession war, there were two Battlemech companies - one Draconis Combine unit and a Federated Suns unit, both on different sides of a mountain range. While both units were on their side of the mountain range deciding how best to attack the other, the pilot of a lone Centurion yells out over open comms:

"Hey, CrazyDracs! I got separated from my unit a few hours ago, but I'm not scared! I bet I can take on 10 of you."

The Draconis commander, infuriated, immediately ordered 10 Dragons through the pass. They charged, screaming "BANZAI!" through their comms, eager to put a cocky Feddie in his place. Autocannon shots rang out, missiles screamed in the distance, and laser shots sizzled the air. After 10 minutes of what sounded like furious combat, all went silent.

"Well?!" the Commander demanded. The Federation pilot replied.

"Pff, that was easy! I bet my one Centurion can take on another 50 of you!"

The Draconis commander, even more angry now, ordered another 50 Dragons through the pass. Shots, explosions, lasers, and missiles could be heard for 30 minutes. Suddenly all battle ceased. Smirking, the Commander requested the status of his units. The Centurion pilot responded instead.

"Wow, that's all you guys got? I bet me and my Centurion can take on 1,000 of you losers!"

The commander, absolutely enraged, face red and grinding his teeth, swung his Hamoto-Chi's arm out and at the top of his lungs ordered his remaining 1,000 BattleMechs to charge. Dragons, Maulers, and Jenners charged in without fear, screaming over their comms.

Hundreds of Autocannons firing in sync echoed throughout the mountain. Lasers zapped throughout the mountain range in a lightshow of death. Missiles screamed through the sky and landed over the horizon. Pilots screamed in agony or victory over their comms as dozens of mechs exploded into scrap heaps every minute. It was the bloodiest, most intense battle the war had ever seen, and it lasted for a full 24 hours before the last few "booms" echoed through the mountains.

The commander, not sure what had happened, pressed his radio button. "Hello? Men, what has happened? Have we achieved victory?"

"Commander, sir!" A lone Mauler limped out into the open, its arms missing, one leg cut off at the ankle. It was blowing smoke, and electricity arced across its bullet and laser burn-riddled body. The commander, horrified, rushed over and asked what had happened.

"Have we won, soldier? Is victory ours?"

"No, sir!" the crippled MechWarrior replied. "It's been a trap the whole time! There are actually two Centurions!"

[Lily from animove]

When you look around a corner, seeing a big pile of opponent mechs.
you drop an an arty , cover back and watch the crosshair: suddenly it flickers red serveral times:

[wanderer]

And from the map, Hell has frozen over. Kuritan NinjaS vs. Pirates!

[Ian Drsaurri]

https://lh3.googleus...Moon%2BMeme.png