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Hello Everyone! This is my entry for an a-Maze-ing contest Category A. This is a speedway themed game board. That building is a garage and that thing with slope are mean a spectator seat. This is the pic from more upside to see full of the road and a line from start to finish: This is the picture with my Cat B entry: (All pictures are clickable) LXF File | Enjoy!
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Tags: Spaceship, Cat A. Location: E02 - Jurin II M.A.N.T.I.S. Warehouse, Sector 62, Donwarr My name is Randy Hairgel, and I'm a hangar worker for M.A.N.T.I.S. I spend my days in a loader, moving supplies in and out of spaceships and cargo craft. However, what I've always dreamed of being is a Pilot, flying through the outer reaches of the Galaxy. Instead I'm stuck here with endless jokes about my last name. *SLAM* *Hangar Door Flies Open* It's the CEO and Admiral: SpacerPombe! SpacerPombe: Hairgel, see me in the special hangar. Randy: Yes sir! *Follows SpacerPombe into Hangar* Randy: You want to see me? SpacerPombe: Yes, you want to be a pilot right, well a suicide ahem.. survey mission needs a pilot to go to Jurin II. Here's your ship. SpacerPombe: Well, are you ready? I have other very important CEO business to attend to. Chogshey get down here! Randy: It's awesome! Wait, Jurin II.... isn't that the place where Octan has a system which makes every non Octan ship Crash? SpacerPombe: Exactly! Now if you'll excuse me I need to go. Enjoy your first mission! Randy: Why are the engines starting?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! I'm psyched and freaking out! Entering the Atmosphere of Jurin II Randy: So far, so good. Computer: 1000000100101111100000001011111111110000001001010010101010000100000000000111110101101010001010 Randy: Was that a response? Do you speak anything besides binary? Computer: 100001001010101000000000111111101111010000000010101010101000000000111010101000101001010 Randy: Super Useful. Wait why am I falling? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! *Crash* Randy: Well, I guess that's not the worst landing ever. At least I'm on an Island! OOC:
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Agent Lotus arrived at the Space Olympic Games, just as the gates were opening for the Mech Wrestling event, The next competitor on the screen was entered by the Kawashita group. "Might as well take a look and see what my team have come up with, and lend some support." As he walked down the hallway to the area floor, he saw the mech on a monitor, zoomed in on its head unit. The machine let out a deep, guttural yell. "Oooooooooh Yeeeeeeaaaahh!" By the time Agent Lotus got into the arena proper and found a seat, it was spinning around, one hand pointed into the air. The powerful looking mech was flamboyantly decorated, and its movements matched its aesthetic. "I'm gonna turn my opponent into bricks and pieces. Bricks and pieces, brother." The mech growled. As it flexed its metal muscles and talked, its eyes lit up a glowing red. as if possessed by madness. "I have the power of the clutch, oh yeah. And no mech can stop me." The slow deliberate bass tone of its voice paused after every sentence, as if allowing the gravity of the situation to enter into its opponent's mind. Finally it still, arms outstretched and its massive hands ready to rip and tear any opposition apart. "Are you ready? Macho Mech is READY!" "Oh yeah, dig it!" It screamed the last line and stood poised to take on anything.
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The Tourniquet The Engineering department at MANTIS has been hard at work producing The Tourniquet, a highly advanced mech, for the inaugural Andromeda Olympics. Let's take a look at their creation! And Here's the all existing parts version, which adds some grey spots. Size Proof: I think this is the best mech I've built so far, so C&C welcome! And check out the 360 view on Mecabricks!
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Built a little cottage inspired by my trip to Palm Dessert and seeing all those tiny-ish homes. Enjoy. https://www.flickr.c...57644386694666/
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Above the barren and obscure wastelands near the Imperial London rises an odd and huge figure. But it is not one of the giants of the old age. It is a machine and it is a house, in fact it is the homely home of Mr. Edward Higgs, eccentric inventor and gentleman who definitely respects peace and desolation. Higgs's home is a typical home of an bachelor (at least on some aspects). There isn't that clean as there's no one to nag about things. As Higgs's inventing projects take some room (one of the three floors) and the machinery of the house isn't that small neither (it is an old steam sawmill tower) he has his bedroom, toilet and the old boiler room all in the same space. Isn't that handy? He doesn't have room for chairs around his table, but fortunately he can sit on the stairs while eating. The sewer system is also very compact and helps Higgs to avoid the sewage costs. As it would be troublesome and time-consuming to climb all the 32 ladders when coming home, Higgs has built a fold-out ramp for his helipack on the first floor. There is also a big steamp-powered hoister above the ramp to make it easy to lift heavy objects into the house. Another of Higgs's homely inventions is the big propeller on the wall of the first floor. It is not an air conditioning system, but a wind tunnel propeller that helps Higgs to make his airs vessels as aerodynamic as possible. This is my entry on the Home Sweet Home contest, category A. The house fits easily on 48x48 baseplate. I'm happy to be able to take part on this contest as steampunk is definitely my favourite theme and contest allowing that madness are not that common. This MOC was built and photographed in two days; late bird catches a worm anyway. More stuff can be found on Cyclopic Bricks, Flickr and Brickshelf.
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Some years ago . . . "I still don't see why you couldn't have apprenticed with one of our own stonemasons. Dwarves are famous for their sculpture! Famous!" grumbled Hafþór Stronghammer as they strode through the Contemplative Gardens. Ráðgeir kept silent. He'd heard this rant before, more than once. Hafþór continued, "I don't like it! I know, you spent your year in the cold, and so I have no say in the matter, but I don't like it! And I won't have you living among these greedy thieving merchants, worshipping no gods but the gold coin, with no thought of the spirits of your ancestors! No son of Stronghammer will be corrupted! No, you must have your own spirits, proper Dwarven heroes, even in this heathen land." "Yes, Da," mumbled Ráðgeir. They reached their goal: a just-completed Dwarven shrine, carved by Ruadh's finest sculptors to Hafþór's exacting specifications: an icon of the All-Fathers, embodiment of all the warriors that came before. Ráðgeir noticed a few small, scrubby-looking flowers planted at the base. "Edelblau, Da? Really? Surely the All-Fathers deserve something more regal! I know it's the desert, but I'll be here to maintain things!" Hafþór stopped and gazed intently at his son. Ráðgeir was confused by the look of sadness that crossed his father's face, before the old man scrubbed his hands against his face and down his beard. Quietly, he said, "Son. The All-Fathers will always be here for you, even when our people are farthest from your thoughts." Hafþór abruptly turned away and stalked back to the inn, leaving his son to scramble behind him. Present Day . . . The clan had issued a call to war, and Ráðgeir knew he must answer it. Just before he began his journey, he paid a visit to the Shrine of the All-Fathers. As Ráðgeir approached the shrine, he noticed the the small edelblau flowers stretching out from the statue, glistening in the sun, and felt guilty. It had been over four years since Ráðgeir came to Ruadh, and over four years since he had visited the shrine. His father had been right to plant the humble, hardy flowers; they'd thrived on their own, without Ráðgeir's attentions. The icon of the Great All-Fathers, with his piercing lapis-lazuli eyes, loomed over him. As Ráðgeir approached, he noticed the bare feet. Embarrassment flashed in his mind -- Bare feet! How uncouth! -- and then he was instantly shamed. The traditions of his people were old, and worthy, and not deserving of scorn. One felt the call of the mountains, the stone, the mines, through the feet; it was an experience Ráðgeir hadn't felt in a long time, and suddenly he longed for it. He trudged onward, and then stopped abruptly. Ráðgeir stared at the stone statues clustered at the base of the shrine. In the tradition of his clan, he had carved an orante figure to pray in his stead, while he went back to Mitgardia and battle. He'd always thought of this shrine as his own, patiently and beneficently watching over him from afar. This cluster of stone statues brought the abrupt realization that while he had been carousing with fellow Ruadhi students for the past several years, other dwarves had been properly venerating the ancestors, properly attending the shrine he'd pushed out of his mind. These orante figures were a harsh reminder of his neglect to his faith, his traditions, and his people. Ráðgeir didn't look forward to war, but he had grudgingly answered the call. Now, as he gazed upon the shrine, he realized it was past time to return home to his people, to his clan. Notes: The concept of the orante figures is borrowed from ancient Sumer. A few of my favorite Sumerian orante figures are at the Menil in Houston and the Louvre.
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The OT Cog 1 is Dr. Long's personal shuttle.... well, it's not hers, technically. The ship is one of many Cog model shuttlecraft used by Octan personnel for extra-orbital transportation needs. The crew is typically 2 to 3, a pilot, the optional co-pilot, and the passenger, as is the case with Cog 1. Some have been modified to decrease cargo space in favor of more seats. Dr. Long took a liking to the Cog 1 very early on in her employment at Octan, and nowadays no one dares reserve its use for fear of irritating Dr. Long... a mistake that could make any Axle worker's life miserable. Dr. Long frequently uses the ship to shuttle herself and her Science drones to and from the Axle. It can hold up to 6 Sc106 specimen acquisition drones. The "Head" is so snotty I built it upside down. It's very sturdy. Rear wheels fold out. Front wheels need to be put on manually. Bay door allows minifigures to climb in with very little space. Watch your heads! Several nights of little sleep building this, and one final all nighter. I'm exhausted, but she's done. Anyone know how to photograph big ships like this well? ~Insectoid Aristocrat
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The Merchant Confederacy is vilified group of human-hybrid traders throughout the galaxy. The offspring of enslaved humans, those fortunate enough to escape their bondage banded together in a loose confederation of traders, merchants, pirates, brigands, and colonists. Their biological makeup varies widely and causes great unease to the elites in the A.L.I.E.N. societies. A well renowned leader within the loose confederacy is Captain Bridge Callahan. Upon hearing rumors of a coming invasion, he has pieced together and commissioned a scout ship, "The Libertine," to investigate the G.A.T.E. C&C greatly appreciated.
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Well, this is my hearty crew. Sorry about the bad quality of the photos. S.H.A.D.E. is a undercover pirate crew. Unlike the pirates of old, they don't go after ships, but after business owners in the galaxy that have enough money. They also have no captain, and duties are divvied evenly. Rumor is you can hire them, of course, you'll have to find them first. If any member of the crew could be called the leader, it might be KingFisher. He calls himself KingFisher for his fast movements and bright colors. He is said to be able to hit a Quarxhopper at 1800 feet. Little is know about Domino except her name. A trained assassin, she is an expert with a sniper rifle. Aarchon was a former officer in the Galactic Guard before he defected to S.H.A.D.E. He is equipped with a Gonxx staff which channels the energy from the air into deadly blasts. X2-9Gs real name is unknown, but it is speculated that he comes from outside our galaxy, from the neighboring tribal planets. An expert marksman, X2-9G is equipped with a high powered double barreled laser gun and an energy shield. The air on some planets is hard to breathe for him, so he keeps an AirAdaptor handy at all times. Solomon Trydes is the ships doctor and repair, and although he is a wiz at both of his jobs, you have to be careful to specify what you want him to do. He is liable to get his tools mixed up. Ironhelm Jack is a loyal and solid part of S.H.A.D.E. His weapon of choice is a Kraej made electro-wand. It can melt practically anything, but it takes a lot of juice to keep it running for long. A fair share of all the spoils usually goes to energy for Ironhelm. Thanks for looking. C&C welcome.
