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Start Ups Heavy and Metal [Rated M] (Started)

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"I fixed it ha ha and you all said laughed when I said I could make the espresso machine RPG launcher!" Isaac laughed dancing around with the now weaponized beverage dispenser.

"Great so now we don't have that, and you still haven't fixed Cerberus." A passing soldier grumbled.

"No... I fixed that yesterday." Isaac said as though everyone knew.

"...You idiot." The soldier muttered before grabbing his radio, "Commander the mech is online we need to get moving."

A radio message went out to everyone to get their gear ready.

"It's moving day people. Next stop sunny Israel. Arm and armor up!"

Isaac laughed dying to get back to making things dead. He grabbed his weapons which were scattered across his work bench then readied his new RPG.

"Time for the field test!"

Over the radios played: "For Those About to Rock, We Salute You!" By AC/DC

Back in the Mech bay, aka the St. Peter's Square, James K. Welk was getting into the pilot seat of the Cerberus mech.

((ok so not all metal, but real Rock and Roll as well. BTW I use (( )) as my OOC indication.))

((Ok guys. Here's a chance for some input would you rather have Cerberus be a giant robotic Cerberus, or I have designed a mech out of my extensive Lego collection for which I will base it off of. I'll get an image as soon as I find the dang thing.))
 
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OOC: Haha, good luck. There had better be some Greenday/Muse

Hearing the call Max grabbed his SA-80. His weapon was clean, as it always was, perfectly put together. He tucked his SIG Sauer into his holster and put on his Rifles berret, making sure that the badge was over his left eye. He might be fighting for this organisation now but he was still a Warrant Officer 1st Class of the Winchester Rifles and he would never let his pride fall.
 
(( I vote for the lego one, i'm curious.))
Jayce looked up at the various soldiers running about, and frowned. He knew it meant we were moving, but then smiled at the prospect of killing more zombies, and proceeded to walk out to the workshop, grabbing his weapons in the process, and function checking his Mk. 21 and Five-Seven. "Issac, my favorite mad genius, what in the hell have you made this time?" Jayce said, holding back laughter at the RPG.
 
"Mad? I'm not angry at an... oh right crazed... Just turning human fuel into rocket fuel is all. Coffee to explosive." Isaac chuckled taking a sip from a can of Mountain Dew, "I swear we run out of these, and I don't want the world to go on."
 
"I hear that, God will fear the day I run out of dew. Stuff's like blood. gotta have it." Jayce chuckled a little bit, and looked around the building. "So...Isreal. sounds fun. bet you I can beat my record this time."
 
"Jayce I always beat your record. I know the science and anatomy of zombies. Here's a tip they are easiest to cut above or bellow the rib cage. They are also easier to cut when you have a sword over an ax like you."

((then here is the album of pictures for that build. http://bmgf.bulbagarden.net/members/43257/albums/5572/ ))
 
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"It's moving day people," the intercom blared. "Next stop sunny Israel. Arm and armor up!"

Bill checked to make sure he had everything he needed. His Crusader uniform was clean (for now), and had been repaired of any holes. He had his katana across his back, his .45 at his belt, and his Tommy gun in hand. He nodded his head. The Patron Saint of Destruction was ready to go.

He wandered the halls of the once-glorious Vatican City, then came out into the newly designated battlemech area. The Cerberus was waiting.

"Swords are the classic weapon, most effective against everything." Bill said, nodding to Isaac.
 
"Heh, nothin like a 16 pound sledgehammer/axe/thing to send a few zombies to hell, I say. Cracks more skulls per swing. Keep your swords." Jayce said jokingly to Bill. "Besides, i'm the only one here with five kills from one rifle round, therefore I win."
 
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A sly smile spread across Bill's face. He clipped the Tommy gun to his belt, opposite his .45, and unsheathed his katana.

"This isn't just any sword. Carefully layered steel, sharper and sleeker than any bullet. Hand-forged by one of the greatest Japanese craftsmen ever to live. A gift from the Archbishop of Tokyo," he said. "Best part is, you can't run out of ammo."
 
Max looked up.

"But who needs to get up close and personal when you've got a semi-automatic with enough rounds to send all the zombies of Israel back to Hell?" He said, hoisting up the SA-80
 
Valkyrie walked in, her giant gin slung casually over one shoulder, in time just to catch the last snippets of the conversation. Well, if it was weapons talk they wanted...
"Giant Rifle. End of story."

She walked past, intending to grab some coffee before they went, as she'd pretty much missed the announcement, and had spent the last few minutes panicking. Coffee was just what she needed... Except, obviously, the machine had been made into an RPG. Very helpful.
"What did you do? Why-? Ugh..." She broke into some inentelligable muttering, at this point, though the odd word was heard, like bayonet. And Isaac.

(As for my input on the cerberus thing, I vote giant robot dog. I know, I'm boring, but Command Wolf Cerberus. That is all.)
 
"Pretty good," Max said, looking at the weapon. "Is it automatic?"
 
Jayce looked at the rifle and laughed to himself. " Have fun running around in a building with that thing!"
 
"Ya know, I think it might be..." She shrugged it off of her shoulder, and had a good, hard look, "Looks automatic to me..."
She laughed when Jayce pointed out the difficulty of indoor fighting with the thing, "Well, that's what this," At this point she pulled her bayonet from its casing, and gave to a waggle, "Is for. Impale a few zombies with this thing."
 
Bill couldn't contain his grin. The classic weapons were always the best at what they did. A bayonet was perfect for any sort of up-close-and-personal combat. Couldn't quite top the mobility of a katana, but it would suffice.

"I'd always wanted to go to the Holy Land. Never thought we'd be needing these, though," he remarked, hefting his Tommy gun.
 
"You people are crazy." Isaac sighed walking out the back door, "Mmm love the smell of rotting destruction int he morning."
 
"Whatever keeps the people going," Bill said, nodding.

He then followed Isaac out back, ready to head out to battle. For better or worse, this Saint intended on becoming canonized.
 
"Right then, time for some killing." Valkyrie said, cheerily - So cheerily, in fact, she might have been talking aout cupcakes and cookies, as far as her tone was concerned. For the sake of uniformity (and not getting sidetracked by random people), she followed the others, humming merrily.
 
Isaac ran up a ladder to the outer wall, and fired off a rocket for the hell of it. The boom came about ten seconds later, and Isaac laughed like a school boy.

"and they laughed... wait already used that line."
 
Bill stood at the bottom of the wall, staring up at Isaac as he fired his rocket into the air.

"Save those," he chided. "We could use 'em later, when they count."

Deacon William, Patron Saint of Destruction, walked towards the Cerberus bay, geared up and determined for a fight.
 
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