Necromancer Dreams of Mechs Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Bare Boned Passion

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"Cover My left flank, RabbitButter!" I barked into my headset from inside my PRX99 Ultimate SS mechanized armor suit as I took cover in the shadow of a skyscraper that was over 300 feet tall, narrowly dodging a hail of 10-83 Radial Blast Burrow Type shells. "That thing is using 10-83's! Don't let it hit your flimsy MTX80! Stupid magic units in mech games!" I peeked around the corner of the skyscraper just as my best friend's mech came slamming down in the middle of the courtyard where the 8 legged battle platform was positioned. A huge amount of dust was kicked up, and I put my hand to my face as my PRX99 mirrored my actions. Before the dust could clear, another hail of the nano-tip bullet cut through it, but a blue light surrounded the 40 foot tall sleek blue and white MTX80. Each one of the bullets that connected with any type of metal caused them to burrow a single layer or the into the first open space before detonating, but each of them ricocheted off the blue shield. "What was that? Worried about your buddy, old pal?" Nathan "RabbitButter" Williams laughed over the speakers, making me growl with frustration. Mechs and magic was a stupid concept, but due to a lack of mech VR and ARMMORPG's, I didn't get much choice if I wanted to get my piloting fix. Compared to the other games I had played in the past, Holy Space Nights was peak mechanized armor gaming, even if it allowed others to use magic. Unlike with magic games, which could be built by just making the code for each spell, effect, and buff and then assigning levels, it was a huge undertaking to program something like a mech or a vehicle. This led to many people using a different system where players could craft the basic mech, and then add or subtract the various pieces that were used in real-life mechs and vehicles. For example, a tank had wheels, tracks, and caterpillar tracks, but most people who played Holy Space Nights, or HSN for short, used standardised bipedal legs. HSN wasn't an MMORPG, but the game allowed you to play the story with friends, of which I only had one, who was pushy and had way too much energy all the time. "Allen! Are you going to just watch me until my energy gauge runs out, or are you going to help me?" Nathan laughed, but sounded uneasy. "You're the idiot that set your drop zone right in front of the boss," I answered as my PRX99 walked out, and I reached my hands out in front of me and a massive crystal covered Gatlin gun took shape in my hands starting from the basic wire frame. This was part of the reason why I liked the game for the way you got to see every part being formed. I loved the amount of effort the game developers put into it, but I had also died numerous times due to getting distracted mid fight. Not really a good quality for a soldier, and definitely not the best thing for a pilot, but there was something satisfying about seeing the pieces of the 30 foot Gatling gun appear. The crystal was a special material that was a combination of a high density mineral that was naturally created with the magic, and it was a common element in all the mechs in this game. While it wasn't the strongest, and it wasn't the most resilient, it had the unique ability to remove armor. I hated magic in my mech games, but my father always told me when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Both of us had finished the game multiple times, but today we were shooting for the last and final achievement in HSN. I had completed all the solo achievements within the first week of the game being released just over a month ago, and then spent two weeks buttering up Nathan. Now, we had spent every night after school for the last week grinding every achievement, and we were finally at the last one. Personally, I would have preferred to take my time, since once I finished a game completely, I lost all interest in it, but Nathan had a fire under his ass for some reason. I had asked him why, but all I got from him was that I was going to owe him, which was fine. Our debts