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[Mow Mow]

[19:09:12] <~Darkslime> "You are in a giant robot. Other people around you are in giant robots. What do you do?"
[19:09:45] <CO_Raptor> "PS. You can only do awesome things."

[Willfor]

I don't bother looking around at other giant robots. My fairly-fast-yet-somewhat-inadequately-armored-mech fires its cannons at the somewhat bluish blur as I barrel roll into flight mode.

[Darkslime]

I hoist my giant mallet and stomp around aimlessly.

[Willfor]

I am struck by a mallet that suddenly appeared in my path. My armor is reduced to 50%. My engines are knocked offline. I may or may not have accidentally knocked into my mech's self destruct button due to my not wearing a seat belt.

[Darkslime]

I think I felt something crash into my oversized weapon.

I notice WILLFOR spiraling out of control. For good measure, I take my minigun and unload 20% of its ammo into WILLFOR.

[Willfor]

My engines explode as the bullets fly into them. I am flung through the paper thin armor of my mech, surviving only because of the shielding of my flight suit. A piece of the armor has wrapped around my helmet, forming a Mwu-like mask that renders me on the opposite alignment, yet in a position of authority for reasons no one can justify.

"Okay Darkslime. Let's fuck up some of their shit."

[Darkslime]

My powered suit enters HYPER MODE. Its output is raised by 120%.

I agree with WILLFOR; it is time to fuck up some shit. My powered suit makes a sound like a lion's roar for no apparent reason. I need to get that fixed at some point.

[Miskantdhur]

My robot zooms around the other robots because my robot has WHEELS! Someone fires his cannon at me, but I zip around it because I have drifting capabilities that allow me to avoid the shots with ease and awesomeness in one package. I whiz over to a random robot while firing a few shots out of my HAIRPIN MACHINE GUN, throw my giant cape into, and shish kebab him into the air with the sharp edges of my HAIRPIN. I fire one more shot that launches him into the air while disintegrating my cape. I look around for another cape.

[Darkslime]

An enemy zooms into me and delivers a devastating combo that launches me into the air.

As I am currently in HYPER MODE, I receive a bonus to defense that, among other things, saves my life. Confused, I start spinning around in mid-air. Sparkles appear in the foreground, and pastel-colored clouds flood the background.

I receive a 10/10 for the landing.

[Miskantdhur]

I discover a giant RED CAPE lying on the ground. Without any thought or restraint, I grab hold of it and wave it around like a matador. I shout Olé! not knowing what it means, and only going with what I know of the stereotype. I do not consider the repercussions: the chance of a giant bull running into me are next to nil.

[Willfor]

Having just jumped into my futuristic tank that looks like a male representative of the bovine species, I turn on my scanner and immediately find something red. Warning alarms go off as my targeting systems immediately lock on. I fire a salvo of missiles unwillingly as the joystick thunders into my gut.

Clearly my tank doesn't like this guy.

[Miskantdhur]

Several missiles knock into my robot's side, throwing it off balance and sending it spilling to the ground. The RED CAPE flutters around and somehow attaches itself to my robot's shoulders. Sprawled on the ground and covered with the cape, I fumble with the various unresponsive controls to escape this prostrate position. Warning lights flash throughout the cockpit.

Summoning my strength, I reach for the can of Red Bull stashed in my emergency rations. I open it and chug it down, recoiling at the horrible taste. I let loose an enormous burp of courage. The eyes of my robot flash as a command appears on my monitors: RIDE LIKE A MECHANICAL BULL. My robot leaps up at the last second and swings itself onto the back of the bull. It whips out a giant sombrero and prepares for hell. I shout Yeehah!

[Willfor]

My bull, appeased by the successful missile strike, allows me to take over. I lock its controls down, and make sure that it can no longer dominate me.

Unfortunately, while I was busy doing that, my target managed to jump on me, and ride me. My psychic empathy kicks in, and I am suddenly enraged. Very enraged. I kick up, and start bucking against my new found dominant.

RAGE BAR: [**********]

TAME BAR: [**********]

[Darkslime]

I revert back into NORMAL MODE, and with a shudder, I transform into PIERROT MODE, a mode I didn't even know existed. My golden armor wears off, and my headdress suddenly changes shape. Three cone-like structures extend from my head.

I run towards the robot riding the robot bull, fearing that my courageous leader WILLFOR is inside the one on bottom. I frantically wave my arms to try and calm the bull down, even though the rodeo hasn't ended yet.

[Miskantdhur]

I whip the sombrero off my robot's head, waving it around wildly. With the other hand, I grab some part of WILLFOR's bull. My energy is boosted due to the Red Bull, but it is quickly wearing off. As it drops, I begin speculating about the wisdom of my decision. There is no wisdom in it. In fact, it is a fucking waste of time that may get me killed. But, I can't deny that it is quite fun. I continue riding, hoping to outlast the bull.

ENERGY BAR: [HALF-EATEN]