I know extremely little of Gundam. So whichever one looks the most like a brick I can smash people's teeth with.
Also, kek, Gala's best bet in 40k would probably be to run to Tau space. If I recall, beyond sterilizing you, they don't really do anything terribly fucked up. And Chaos usually doesn't bother with them because their souls are so fucking weak.
I know extremely little of Gundam. So whichever one looks the most like a brick I can smash people's teeth with.
Also, kek, Gala's best bet in 40k would probably be to run to Tau space. If I recall, beyond sterilizing you, they don't really do anything terribly fucked up. And Chaos usually doesn't bother with them because their souls are so fucking weak.
Fair enough. And yeah, spaceships in Gundam (be it UC or other series like 00 or IBO) are quite powerful and formidable in their own right.
Galatea would join the Farsight Enclaves, a breakaway faction of the Tau led by Commander Farsight. She'd be more familiar with the Char Clone who has a red Mecha that goes 3x faster and his forces are monoeyes.
Now that I say it, Galatea would be seen by the Imperium as an agent of Farsight since her Gunpla is monoeyed and advanced similarly like them.
Fair enough. And yeah, spaceships in Gundam (be it UC or other series like 00 or IBO) are quite powerful and formidable in their own right.
Galatea would join the Farsight Enclaves, a breakaway faction of the Tau led by Commander Farsight. She'd be more familiar with the Char Clone who has a red Mecha that goes 3x faster and his forces are monoeyes.
Now that I say it, Galatea would be seen by the Imperium as an agent of Farsight since her Gunpla is monoeyed and advanced similarly like them.
Well, assuming any given Imperium agent knows the Tau enough to draw that conclusion, if they know the Tau at all. They're kinda sitting there in the corner as a very minor issue since they don't have Warp travel.
I suppose the real question for the ship is "what is automated enough that a single person can run it?"
I think what's-her-name from Wing rigged up her ship like that? The one who roasted everyone else in her automation-heavy faction with the "leave playing with Dolls to a girl" line. (The drone mechs in Gundam Wing are called Mobile Dolls)
Well, assuming any given Imperium agent knows the Tau enough to draw that conclusion, if they know the Tau at all. They're kinda sitting there in the corner as a very minor issue since they don't have Warp travel.
I suppose the real question for the ship is "what is automated enough that a single person can run it?"
True, the Tau were trying to make Warp travel but the results were... difficult if you know what I mean.
Simple: have an army of Haros, Karels and Automatons run the ship. Haros and Karels deal with mobile suit and ship repairs & maintenance while the Automatons are the security detail.
True, the Tau were trying to make Warp travel but the results were... difficult if you know what I mean.
Simple: have an army of Haros, Karels and Automatons run the ship. Haros and Karels deal with mobile suit and ship repairs & maintenance while the Automatons are the security detail.
I think what's-her-name from Wing rigged up her ship like that? The one who roasted everyone else in her automation-heavy faction with the "leave playing with Dolls to a girl" line. (The drone mechs in Gundam Wing are called Mobile Dolls)
Girls Frontline. Gacha game about robot women with guns shooting up more of the same. At least the first arc is that. The rest is the classic chinese gacha experience of hyperborean deep lore all for the sake of maximizing depression.
The Warp used to be the Realm of Souls before it got polluted and altered by the War In Heaven that made the Horus Heresy caused by the Warmaster Lupercal barely a blip on the radar.
Anyway, Galatea would need a powerful ship with a crew of Haros, Karels and Automatons from 00 and an AGE Device that can allow her to create anything with the right blueprints added into it.
In the wink of an eye, she was transported. The same effect as the log-in transition covered her vision before receding and leaving her inside a large, transparent dome that held in a futuristic looking plaza. Screens of all sorts covered the walls, showing ongoing mecha battles and event banners, while above the glass ceiling two huge towers stood tall and proud.
Dozens of people were milling all around. Most looked fairly generic, although a fair few had put real effort into their avatars– though as far as she could see, none were on the same level as her. She was both sad and proud that nobody could match her mental derangement.
The majority of them were clustered around a massive kiosk in the middle of the room. It was a circular arrangement, towering above the entire crowd with a good two stories of height… if you ignored the absolutely massive holographic representation of earth that spun above it.
"Haro-Haro!" The tiny ro-ball was back, its 'ears' flapping as it appeared in front of the sea slug just like it had back in the playground, "Would you like to follow the GBNO tutorial, or would you rather have an experienced player guide you through? Or do you wish to skip the tutorial, notethisisnotrecomandedfornewplayers?"
"Tutorial, please." She sighed. Cheeseman said he had skipped that and she sure as hell wasn't going to fall for the same trap. If the tutorial ended up unsatisfactory, she'd just have Erovan give her remedial lessons. Simple as.
"Understood! Please make your way to the Mission Kiosk! It is the large structure in the centre of Mission Plaza!"
Without saying anything else, the little bot began rolling away, in direction of the kiosk, prompting Galatea to follow along.
It wasn't a long walk at all. Barely even half a minute. But the new player could already feel the stares piling up. More and more people noticing the incredibly weird player in their midst.
She could vaguely hear a few whisper to their teammates, while others pointed a finger or two towards her. But nobody did more than that.
Well, so far so good. She may, uh, she may not have really stopped to think about the ramifications of making her avatar the new Mona Lisa.
"Haro-haro! Welcome to the Mission Kiosk, or Mission Terminal!" Completely oblivious to the starting rumour mill, her Haro jumped on top of the kiosks counter and just kept going with the tutorial, "Here you can choose missions to embark on! They range from combat encounters with NPCs, to Diver Generated Content (DGC) and adventures! Note that while all Missions will grant Rank Points upon completion, only Bandai approved DCG, such as the Ballad Of the Zams, will grant tangible rewards. Thank you for your understanding."
"As a new Diver," The woman behind the counter, clearly an NPC from how she talked robotically and didn't seem to be reacting to much, began, "It is recommended that you take part in one of the following mission: 'Gunpla Rising', 'The Black Gunpla', 'The Diver from Shangri-La', 'How Many Miles to GBN?', 'Gunplajack', 'G Battle Begins! The Gunpla that Fell to Earth', 'The Shooting Star the Diver Saw', 'The Savior, Gunpla' or 'Iron and Blood and Gunpla'."
As she spoke, nine little screens appeared in Galatea's view, each displaying a different scenery, alongside a mook mecha, "These missions are designed to provide you with a combat scenario pitting you against a number of mass-produced suits, corresponding to the Gundam series they are based off of. The reward pool is shared across all missions, so there is nothing to fear in regards to missing out on any one thing."
"Oh, I think I heard about the sixth. Dead cell something? No, that was the Rogelike." Gala said with a shake of her head. Ah, whatever, they were zombies and it had been a while since she'd gone ape on Infested. They probably wouldn't zerg rush her, but still. Those eyes looked fun to pop. "Anyways, G Battle, please."
The other screens vanished, leaving the G Battle one behind, with a small screen asking her to confirm her choice overlapped on it. Pressing it caused the haro to perk up, "Haro-haro! Now that you've selected a mission. It's time to go to your Hangar! To do so, there are multiple options," Another screen showed up, showing a chibified version of her head, "You may either walk to the Hangar," The little head bobbed along a cartoon rendition of various things, like a cafe, a shop, a park… until it arrived to a building with a 'Hangar' sign on top of it and jumped for joy, "Or chose to fast travel to it!"
This time, a screen showed up in front of the head, and a cartoon hand pressed it. Causing the previous scenery to whiz past it, leaving it in front of the hangar, where she repeated her happy animation, "As you make your choice, do not forget! While GBNO's Gunpla Battles are the biggest part of this world, there is so much more to it than merely battling!"
"I'll walk, then." She decided after a moment with a bob of her head, tentacles rippling. The sooner she got used to the attention, the better. Plus, after spending so long in the blank space of chargen and the relatively bland tutorial area, she wanted to drink in the scenery. So far it hadn't disappointed!
"Haro-Haro! Understood!" In the corner of her eye, she could see a mini map appear, drawn out in shades of blue with a yellow line marking out her route, "Please follow the line to reach the hangar! But do not hesitate to explore to your heart's content! The selected mission will remain active so long as it is not cancelled in the 'Ongoing Mission' menu! Should you need any help, please call out with 'Tutorial Haro request'! I will appear to give out any relevant information!"
Done with its explanation, the robot poofed out of existence with the same shower of sparks and confetti that heralded its arrival. Leaving Galatea alone in a sea of gawkers. This may not have been the smartest decision.
…At least she was tall enough to wade through the crowd?
Either people were polite enough to just stare, or they were intimidated. Because no one tried to talk to her, just gave her all the room she needed to get through. Although a few non-human players gave her a thumbs up, or a single nod of acknowledgement.
Leaving the plaza revealed to her that she wasn't at the foot of twin towers, but rather standing near the top of a massive skyscraper shaped almost like a tuning fork cradling the dome.
Beyond it was a sprawling city. An utter and ungodly mess of urban structures that spread out over the very horizon itself. Through the glass of the pedestrian bridge, she could see all manners of vehicles, some wheeled, others flying, many walking. There were cars, bikes, trucks, gundams and so much more, almost giving out the impression of being on Coruscant of all places. (Just, y'know, minus the horrible sith-beast infested maze underneath.)
The tower she stood on being akin to the senate's tower– or maybe the Jedi temple, amidst this comparison.
Standing on a skyscraper like this, she almost lamented not having given herself wings. They would've restricted her outfits entirely too much, even if feeling the wind on them would've been great.
Ah, well, onto the elevator she went. If she's reading the map right, she could go straight to the hangar from here, but the button labelled 'exhibition room' caught her eye.
Going from the plaza to the exhibition room was incredibly quick. With a press of the button, she was right there, the door opening and revealing a huge empty space, filled with giant robots of all shapes and sizes.
Not that it changed the fact that they felt so incredibly real, like she really was right there. Standing in front of a master-crafted machine of steel and circuits, and not just some very fancy plastic toys.
If you asked her, a giant mech should have weight to it. She didn't have anything against humanoid bodyplans, but it should be bulky with slab-like armour. It was nice when they diverged from just looking like fancy power armor and put emphasis on being a warmachine, like that hunchback red frame. She knew that gundam designs could get a little wild, but this one was out there.
The other one right next to it was also pretty nice, though unlike the others that were much larger, it was what? About as tall as a story and a half?
Less warmachine and more the mech equivalent of a forklift, which was another good look. She'd have spent longer looking around, but her stomach chose that moment to grumble and she had seen a food court on the floor selection.
Walking away, she saw that all of the models vanished in the ubiquitous particle effect she'd seen pretty much everywhere so far, only to be replaced by a new set. With one looking truly and wholeheartedly like someone took a forklift, gave it legs and a monoeye. Shine on, you crazy diamond.
The food court was…
Well, it wasn't quite what she expected.
She'd thought it would be some sort of japanese style place. With one of those weird vending machines that gave out tickets that had your dish written on it.
No, instead it was a space about as large as the one she'd just left, and thrice as busy, with diner sized restaurants all over the place, serving anything from Japanese soba, to what looked to be a French crêperie and– was that a goddamn paella place?
She was almost afraid to peer in. While Japanese cuisine was great, they also had a horrible habit of doing things like making a ketchup based sauce, slapping it on a pizza dough and calling it authentic Italian cuisine. Don't get her started on their hard-on for broken sauces, either.
While absorbed in her thoughts, she felt a hand land on her shoulder, "Don't do this to yourself, señorita," A smooth, somewhat accented voice told her from behind, "This shop is to proper paella what Taco Bell is to my people's cuisine."
"I can almost see the induction plates and saucepans." Galatea whispered with a horrified shudder, blacks and greens cascading down her body.
"I told you señorita," Her saviour whispered, grief heavy in his voice, "I am only sorry I could not stop you from witnessing such horrors."
"I will have to go to Cal Corda to cleanse my soul." She said, finally turning around– careful not to smack her fellow hispanoparlante with her tail.
He turned out to be more than just a fellow hispano. The man had also probably spent entirely too much time on his avatar:
Resulting in a dashing, dangerous looking mariachi. His charcoal black longcoat and incredibly detailed gold embroidery brought out the few splashes of red of his outfit even more, while the skull mask and ghostly black hair cascading from his head into nothingness completed the look.
"No need to go so far as the real world for that," With a small swipe up of his hand, a menu appeared in front of him, a few taps later, he closed it, before sending it towards Galatea, causing a window of her own, asking if she wanted to open the private message to appear, "There are plenty of shops operated by players in the city. This one has some of the best paella I've had."
"<What're we waiting for, then?>" She said in spanish with a smile as she opened the private message with a flick of her tail, her colours having stabilised into a sunny yellow with bright green streaks. "Vamos!"
"<Ah! A fellow spanish speaker!>" The man laughed as he began walking in the direction of the elevator, "<It's rare to meet one out here. Ah, but before we go…>"
Taking his hat off, he did a rather fancy bow for Galatea, "<La Calavera, at your service.>"
"<Galatea, likewise.>" It was comical to do a curtsy with her fishing net skirt, which was the entire reason she did it. The tail and tentacles arcing up around her made it work.
Entering the elevator, Calavera pressed the button to go to street level, "<I'd rather not assume, but you are completely new to the game, aren't you?>" The mariachi said by way of small talk as they left the building, "<Most people learn not to go to the food court if they want to enjoy themselves. It's… well, it has a reputation. Shall we say, amongst the more experienced players. But your avatar is quite beyond what most beginners would have.>"
"<Haha, yeahhh. I got more than a bit fixated with chargen.>" She chuckled, some pink bleeding into her bioluminescence as she blushed black, which caused him to whistle, clearly impressed, "<I probably wouldn't have gone to the paella place because I've seen what the wider world's idea of 'authentic paella' is, but that just means I'd probably have ended up biting down on a crepe that could double as a playmat.>"
"<Ah. Yes, that place,>" The man shuddered as he summoned a vehicle. An old timey looking car, straight out of the 1930s, if not for the tasteful día de los muertos paint scheme. Man had a theme, and he stuck to it it seemed, "<It's not actually that bad. But an acquaintance of mine– well, he's had words regarding the food they serve. Until then, I always thought the stories about how french people could string insults were tall tales. Well, now I stand corrected…>"
Opening the door for Galatean, he let her go into the car, before getting behind the wheels, "<Though, as much as everyone complains about the food court. I have to give them this, the burgers there are amazing. Same with the ice creams and milkshakes– they even have some wonderful gelato. To the consternation of my Italian friend,>" With only a few tremors as the engine turned on, they were off, "<The court is more for cravings or to provide a place for players to socialise over food. More than actually satisfying culinary experiences– ah, a word of warning. No matter how much you eat here, you'll need to eat something in the real world as well once you log off. The taste and sensations of it all might feel like the real thing, but it is a virtual experience.>"
"<Figures. I was only wondering whether being hungry here meant my real body is hungry too.>" Developers these days loved shoving hunger systems into everything, after all.
"<That's you being hungry in real life,>" He quickly told her, "<Food in GBNO is more about what surrounds it than anything else, back alley diners, dive bars, grand buffets, medieval feasts, haute cuisine, or anything that you cannot readily experience in the real world. Generally speaking, you'll want to eat something filling, or have snacks on hand to munch on. It takes a bit, but if you have the home setup, it's possible to learn to pull yourself out of GBNO for a few seconds to grab a bite of something or other. I've been playing for long enough I can move my body in a conscious manner to grab a piece of bread while staying fully immersed, I wouldn't recommend trying until you're much more experienced with how it feels to be in GBNO.>"
"<Sounds like a quick way to fall out of my chair, yeah.>" Galatea said with a bob of her head, "<I'll just log out to eat something once we're done with that paella.>"
"<A sensible idea, yes. But it'll take a while to get to the restaurant, see the 'stand by' option by the log out one? If you use it, it'll let you take the visor off while keeping 'you' in the game. Most places with a setup will have food, if you do that, you should be able to come back before we arrive.>"
"<Good point. See you in a bit, then!>" She used her tentacles to navigate the menu just to flex. She'd worked hard for this control!
As the world fell away, she heard him mutter under his breath, "<Just as bad as->" But couldn't catch the end of it as she became he once again, leaving him staring at his computer screen through the green tint of his headset.
Right, time to get a microwave meal. They may not have combini here, but Bon Area provided.
When Galatea came back, only a few minutes later, she was still in the car, Calavera listening to some podcast on the radio, "–day will mark the second anniversary of the discovery of the EL-Divers, think that's a coincidence?"
"Nah, not at all. If you're going to drop one of the biggest updates of the game, which, if you ask me, is directly aimed at raising the quality of life for our AI friends, and only improving the game for us people of flesh and blood as a nice side bonus, you'd want to drop in on the anniversary right?"
"Makes sense, but why do you say that it's aimed at them specifically? I mean–"
"Dude, like. This is their world?"
"Uh, they do have a body in the outside world. You know that, no? Build DIVER's Sarah posted a picture of herself on top of Tokyo Tower not a week ago."
"Well, I mean– yeah, but at the same time, they're gunpla sized. So they totally spend more time in here than out in the real world, just makes sense since things aren't sized for them out there–"
"<Hm? Oh, back are we?>" Out of the corner of his eye, Calavera noticed Galatea stirring, "<We should get to the restaurant soon.>"
"<Mhm>" She said as she stretched like a cat, her skin rippling with the motion. Idly, she wondered what sort of friends the mexican had, given the car seats could detach parts to allow wings and tails to rest comfortably.
"–with the talk about the update out the way. You heard about The Ace coming back, yeah?"
"Pff, of course I did Kyuka, who hasn't? We only do these at the end of the month, so it might have looked like we didn't hear about it. But man, did I hear a ton about this poser! The admins better do something about him soon, I mean come on, some dude just shows up, pretends to be–"
"<Ah, shut your fucking trap you pendejo!>" Her driver's expression had turned sour as soon as he'd heard about the so-called ace, only to turn thunderous when he was called a poser, and he angrily slapped the radio off soon after that, "<Bastards that don't know shit about anything shouldn't open their goddamn mouth to talk about shit they don't understand!>"
Well, this was awkward.
"<Ah–!>" Partway through continuing his rant, he stopped and coughed awkwardly when he recalled he wasn't alone in his car, "<My apologies. I can get a bit… heated when they talk about this entire situation. Have you heard about it at all, or did you miss the hyenas deciding to tear into that poor man during your fugue?>"
"<I've been living under a rock, yeah.>" She admitted without shame. Things never did change much in Spain nowadays, so she didn't really keep track of the news beyond checking for the traffic and weather on the radio.
"<Heh, I've been told by a reliable source that rocks are, in fact, incredibly comfy and great for sunbathing. But to make a complicated situation easy to parse, back before GBNO there were Gunpla Battles. They took place in real life, emulating beams, explosions and all that in real life,>" As he started to describe all this, his frown softened until he had an easy smile on his face, "<It was one hell of a time for any hobbyist in that sort of stuff– super expensive due to having to repair your damaged gunpla for one. But a bunch of legends cropped up during that period too, people like Sei Iory and Reiji, the Fearsome Duo, Riccardo Fellini, the Italian Dandy, Mao Yakasa, the Master Builder– the list goes on. The poor man they are talking about was around back then too.>"
"<But with Plavsky particles vanishing for a few years thanks to PPSE's fuck up, how they managed that, I just cannot comprehend, gunpla battle became a thing of the past for a lot of people of that era. They're still around as I hear it being told, but more as part of the administration than participants. Anyhow, like so many, he had to stop doing Gunpla Battles, and when it came online, he didn't jump straight into GBNO. So he's had a…six– no, the seventh's championship was in 2013, so seven? Year long hiatus. Before coming back.>"
"<Wew. And I assume piloting here is a whole lot different than however things were done in analog space, yeah?>" Galatea asked, starting to see where this was going.
"<Finally, someone with half a peanut between their ears! Santa Maria, you'd think people would think about that a bit more, but no,>" He grumbled as he stopped the car in front of a rather nondescript building with a large sign reading 'Quimet's', "<I never did any Gunpla Battle before GBNO, but I have it on good authority that it's pretty different yeah. Not massively, but enough that it'll throw you off your game. And his gunpla was notorious for being a capricious, barely controllable, speed demon that would make Kult of Speed Orks weep tears of pride and jealousy at how ludicrously fast it was. I have seen a video of it online. And how the man managed to do anything in something that could go from zero to two hundred in two seconds flat, I'll never understand. So, understandably, he's showed up with a different gunpla, not the one he used back then.>"
"<I'd call him an idiot if he plopped down that beast as his entry into the game. Well, unless he decided to just quietly train with it on solo missions for a few months prior.>" The seafood chimera said, tentacles rippling to swirls of blue and purple.
"<Eh, since this is an open world, true solo missions are a bit hard to find. But I get what you mean,>" Getting out of the car, he approached the restaurant's doors, "<Main issue is that there was actually a bit of fanfare to the whole thing. He was pretty famous in Japan for some reason, so they slapped the nickname they had for him back there as title on his ass first thing after he logged in. People noticed and boy, did the stans get pissed at him not using his old gunpla. They're convinced that he sold his old GP base to some dude for quick cash, and are calling for his head and for the title to get removed. I've seen his new gunpla. And while it's nowhere near what his old one looked like, or was like, I can tell the same person made it. There's the same underlying style to it.>"
"<Ahhh, don't you just love grown ass men and women throwing a tantrum over a parasocial make-believe relationship?>" Gala grumbled as she followed, her hair writhing like a nest of vipers as the purple deepened and the blue was overtaken by red.
"<At least they learned not to mess with him in game after he cut a bitch. Someone was ranting and insulting him– and then made the mistake of talking shit about one of his daughters. To hear it, the change from 'politely ignoring the idiot and being civil', to 'I will murder you on the spot for your crimes' was pretty much instant.>" The mariachi said.
"<Reminds me of a friend. Nature really made sure parents don't tolerate threats to the young.>" The cuttlefish said, hooking her thumbs into her pockets.
"<Mhm. Well, enough of that, here we are,>" Pushing the doors open, the car disappeared behind them as the smell of home hit Galatea in the face. This. This was a place where true paella was made, "<Quimet's! Home to the best paella I know of– on account of being the only paella place I know!>"
"<Ahhh, that hits the spot.>" Galatea groaned, her entire body glowing a happy yellow. Either everything is better in fulldive or someone took that little note she made on the files about her craving starch and jellificants for her resin production and ran off with it. Either way, that rice was nothing short of heavenly.
"<Well, someone liked their food, huh?>" Calavera chuckled as he finished his last jumbo shrimp, "<Surprised you're this happy with it to be perfectly honest. Most new players find the fact it does nothing for your hunger, or that you don't feel any different after eating it, rather frustrating.>"
"<Are you kidding? That just means I can eat more. Any half euro piece of crap will fill your stomach, good food is about the mouth and soul.>" The chimera replied hotly, tiny stars of red flashing in her tentacles before fading away.
"<See, that usually takes players a month or two of eating at the food court to realise,>" The man said with a full body laugh, "<You should see the look on their face when they connect the dots and think to themselves, 'Wait. This isn't real. I can pig out on cakes, sweets and ice cream and not have to worry about gaining weight!' It's like they have a religious awakening!>"
As he added the last part, he groaned a bit before getting up from the table.
"<Pffft. They should advertise the game as a diet aid.>" She said, pushing her chair back with her tail as she got up. "<Now, how do I add you as a friend?>"
"<Like this,>" Opening a screen, he tapped it a few times, before sending it Galatea's way, just like he had with the private message. Once it reached her, it opened her friend list and formed a little virtual envelope that unfolded into a simple 'La Calavera would like to add you as a friend Y/N', "<Just open the friend list, search the player's name and send a request that way, fair warning. I tend to put myself on invisible a lot– option for that is in the top right corner. You can edit who can see when you are logged in on an individual basis too.>"
Spanish guitars start playing
Here's chapter two.
Unfortunately, Father Nurgle decided to slap me with his rot right in the face. Been feeling generally like trash, thankfully we have some chapters banked up and ready to go. So it shouldn't affect this fic too much.
And I see that I've missed a lot of talk, woopies...
I'm putting this here since it'll take a while to reach that part properly in the story (roughly chapter 6)
But, in case it's not super obvious by the Knight being in the display room- 40k is an in-universe thing that exists and that people play. ATM there's no isekai into 40k planned... kind of.
It'll be explained by CHEESE when he and gala get to talking about 40k as a whole.
but if you want the rundown? GW did a woops when presented with a shiny and bandai had to pick up the pieces... And this is as much 40k-valhala as it is Gundam-Valhala...
Wait until Galatea changed her mind upon ending up in the 40k universe. She's gonna be one of the few sane persons there alongside Ciaphas Cain HERO OF THE IMPERIUM.
Not that it changed the fact that they felt so incredibly real, like she really was right there. Standing in front of a master-crafted machine of steel and circuits, and not just some very fancy plastic toys.
Weird because they're in virtual reality and they can't actually eat and taste anything. Of course, once Galatea is in 40k, she's gonna experience actual hunger.
Resulting in a dashing, dangerous looking mariachi. His charcoal black longcoat and incredibly detailed gold embroidery bringing out the few splashes of red of his outfit even more, while the skull mask and ghostly black hair cascading from his head into nothingness completed the look.
To be honest, the Build Divers plot was ridiculous regarding Sarah and everyone acted like it's a big deal even though the easiest solution is to transfer her to another server.
But to make a complicated situation easy to parse, back before GBNO there were Gunpla Battles. They took place in real life, emulating beams, explosions and all that in real life.
Oh and there is the Gunpla Mafia that were a threat which resulted in the International Gunpla Battle Referees to deal with them too. I wonder if there's another form of Gunpla Mafia in the GBNO which would be interesting and nothing can truly keep them down for long.
To be honest, the Build Divers plot was ridiculous regarding Sarah and everyone acted like it's a big deal even though the easiest solution is to transfer her to another server.
To be honest, the Build Divers plot was ridiculous regarding Sarah and everyone acted like it's a big deal even though the easiest solution is to transfer her to another server.
I have fixed that idiot ball by making absolutely everyone grabbing it even harder That's what the Game Master meant when he talked about 'removing' her from the game this go around- but like... He didn't make sure people understood as much. And then Ms. Tori flipped her shit and everything started to escalate. And it only tinged in his nugget of a brain that "Wait, I might have not explained properly." when Sarah asked him to delete her. But by then, the entirety of GBNO was hyped for the Build Diver Vs Coalition fight, so he went "Fuck it. I've been debugging bugs all day every day and working like I'm in a black company. I haven't been able to sleep for four days, and I am a being fuelled solely by caffeine and enough Staminan X to kill a lesser man. They can have their fun." of course, the explanation of what he meant after that was kinda awkward for everyone involved. Though, he did slam people for thinking he was gonna delete the first AI to have ever existed.
There's always an option to join Commander Farsight and his Enclaves. He is a Char Clone with a red Mecha wielding a cool sword and the Enclaves follow his lead when it comes to using laser swords for melee.
Sounds interesting. It would mean that the casts of Build Fighters and Build Fighters Try are already grown up as adults but still enjoy Gunpla Battling and used the GBNO to make player avatars of themselves look younger.
To relive their childhood and have some fun for old time sakes in Gunpla Battle.
