"He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper." -Edmund Burke
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"He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper." -Edmund Burke
The tale of Tim, the great Mustard War, and the magic of Christmas.
Created using The Mechanisms' Gunpowder Tim vs. the Moon Kaiser.
Play Save a Pony, Ride a BattleMech by Ross Hollander on audio.com and discover something new. Listen tracks or upload your own audio files
I have given up on wrangling the audio upload system here. Anyhow. Surely you don't think meat has all the fun; the metal can yearn too.
Joy, thou beauteous godly lightning, daughter of Elysium, fire-drunken we are entr'ing heavenly thy holy home! Thy enchantments bind together what did custom stern divide; every man becomes a brother, where thy gentle wings abide.
Music by GØTTERFUNKEN, gameplay by Zatankować Szczęście, weapon animations captured by The Infinite Mag, translation of An die Freude by William F. Wertz.
"America's children live a terrifying, meaningless existence. There is no hope. No happiness."
Created with Patient Zero's Fading to Grey.
"Our way of life, galaxy-wide / paved with the skulls of those who've died..."
Created with Frank Klapecki & The Tiberian Sons' Grinder Medley.
A pilot synced and fighting is no soldier. No more than a hurricane is a breeze, a wildfire is a pleasant hearth, or a flood that swallows cities is a slight drizzle. Within the nothingth of a space that joins mind and machine, they are an angel of war.
When you possess the right grade of megalomania, a trifle like an army tearing through the last redoubts to your palace with your nemesis marching at their head can't hope to put a damper on your ego.
(Artwork from The Liberation of Terra Vol. 2.)