Steambot Chronicles...UNLEASHED.
Think about it. You slam you giant, spike and gore covered, rusty, steel behemoth of a steampunk mech into a killer elephant mech head-on, while the machines grapple with eachother, hands clutched as their boiler engines whine, the steam pressure building up to almost explosive levels, rivets begin to pop out of both mechs as sparks and scraps of metal fly as the collide together, you hear the cruching sound as some part of machinery in your earl grey II starts to give out, desperate, you, as 'Max Vanilla Bean F*cking Fightpower' leap from your death machine into the open cockpit of your enemy's machine. You slam your fist into the poor bastards face as you slip your knife out, the enemy already begins to draw his pistol, you struggle, you push the gun away and hold his arm up as he begins to fire off a few shots into the empty air, he stuggles to hold your knife away. A small explosion rocks his mech as something ruptures in the bowels of his machine, he sways for a moment, losing his grip on your knife arm, you seize the oppurtunity and slide your knife quickly in between his ribcage. His eyes go wide in shock, his grip on his gun loosens and he drops it, you waste no time, in one quick motion you kick him back, forcing your knife from him and knocking him to the edge of the cockpit of his machine while you simultaneously grab the pistol out of mid-air. He grips on limply to the edge of the cockpit, precariously balanced to keep from falling over to his certain death, he holds his free hand up to you as if begging you to stop, his eyes plead you for mercy, for forgiveness. He bleeds now like a stuck pig. You level his own gun at him, and you pause, for a moment, knowing that he'll die from the knife wound soon enough, that this fight is through, but then you remember what they did to you. You fire. A single shot rings out as blood and flies from the new hole in his forehead, his lifeless body topples over the mech as another explosion rocks the machine, the boiler will soon explode and take this mech with it. Quickly, you leap back to your own machine and are now able to toss the Killer Elephant machine aside, right atop the poor bastard you just killed. You walk off in your Earl Grey, never looking back or even flinching as the machine behind you explodes and burns to ash. The Garland Globetrotters have a show to do tonight, and by hell you won't be stopped from performing.
