Lease this WebApp and get rid of the ads.
touch the jackhammer
Mon Apr 20, 2009 6:08pm (XFF:

NRP: I don't know how often I'll be able to post in this mission, but I just couldn't resist.


"Hey, big guy. You signing up too?"

Axel was speechless. He couldn't believe that he'd found Cross of all people in the command center commons putting his name down as a contender.

"Cross..." the slavic mercenary started slowly. "...what do you think you're doing?"

"Ice skating. What does it look like? I'm signing up for the tourney, champ. Sounds like a tits way to make some gettin-laid money."

Axel almost laughed at the lanky reploid, but instead tried to exlain "You do realise that only the final three contenders will see any money, don't you?

"That's what you think. Check this action out."

Cross lowered the black sunglasses from his mop of dirty blonde hair to his eyes. In doing so the reploid's deft fingers triggered a button hidden somewhere on the frame of the glasses and triggered his recall device. After a split second blur Axel found his brash comrade standing before him clad in bright yellow and orange armor. He'd rarely seen Cross' armor, but knew that something was different. Very different.

Colorful vinyl decals covered the armor, each screaming the word ICYHOT.

"I got a sponsor. This Iron Hand thing is broadcast, right? The whole world will be watching. So I figure why not make money offa that. Pretty cool, huh? This way I get paid no matter what happens."

This time Axel couldn't help but laugh. "Why IcyHot?"

"I dunno. I guess they just like my look." Cross deactivated his armor and flashes the other reploid a smile that was genuinely handsome.

The bigger merc shrugged, saying "Maybe they figured in the tournament you'll be a great example of sprains and bruises."

Cross folded his arms. "What's that supposed to mean? I bet I do just as good as a muscle-head like you. I spent six years fighting in the Octagon. They called me Killer Cross."

"You were only built five years ago."

"I lied in my application." Cross retorted. "If you had half a clue what my real past was you'd wet your bed nightly out of fear of what Killer Cross might do if he ever lost it. Out of pure meanness I might crack the side of your melon head open with just one of my flying roundhouse scorpion kicks."

"THERE'S NO SUCH THING!" Axel shouted.

"As far as you know. Maybe I'll teach it to you one day. If I'm feeling extra generous." Cross held up his fist. "And then I'll let you touch The Jackhammer."

"This is too much." Axel groaned. "Hand me the pen so I can sign up for this thing."

"Don't be jealous, Axe. You might get a sponsor too. You maybe should talk to whoever makes Red Meat. You look like a good representative.

  • My crappy sign-up post. Wee.Axel, Mon Apr 20 1:55pm
    "Make a fist," Morphyne ordered, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. That was just his style--like the effects his namesake had on living organisms, Morphyne's ability to feel was substantially... more
    • touch the jackhammer — Kail, Mon Apr 20 6:08pm
      • Voyerism and a Sign UpZeo Grey, Mon Apr 20 7:07pm
        Zeo wasn't drunk when the announcement for the Iron Hand tournament filtered over the SG's PA system. He was, in fact, utterly and completely sober thanks to Sarge's patented method. Heavy work.... more
        • Action and BoobsShade, Tue Apr 21 3:01pm
          Shade sat up and pulled on his boots. It had been a week already and soon was to be the Iron hand Tournament. The templar was sure to be there, the funds would be too much to pass up. After getting... more
          • Coma!Hilton, Tue Apr 21 4:51pm
            Gesualdo hoisted the last pallet of rock into it new home. Wiping his brow, he turned and signaled a goodbye to Auger. The mute and the tank rarely saw each other, but Gesualdo enjoyed his company.... more
            • Run Away!Zeo Grey, Wed Apr 22 5:33pm
              NRP: Curse you Shade! How could that blasted fool even know poor Cocker was there!? RP: Cocker snarled a series of exceptionally unsavory curses as he flung back the obviously defective adaptive... more
              • What Has Science Done?!Vier, Wed Apr 22 8:02pm
                Vier was hard at work inside her small room at Freelance Reploids. Sunlight trickled into her sanctuary by a crack in the curtains; otherwise solely the harsh light of a single fluorescent bulb... more
                • Washing machines of doom, that's what!Liska, Thu Apr 23 11:55am
                  Liska shook her head at Shade, "Yeah, why not. Nothing else to do." She bent down to pick up the towel she was using to take a nap on. Cocker poked his head up one last time to get any other shots he ... more
                  • Off on her ownErica T, Thu May 7 2:37am
                    Erica stared down the silver barrel of her rifle at the target floating in the distance, her body holding perfectly still as she pulled off three quick shots that echoed lightly through the shooting... more
Click here to receive daily updates