Yall miss me? Did the Doc get a Buff?

I notice the same thing as well. I suspect Doc used to have bug that will make it received more damage than it should, Pixonic probably just fixed the bug.

Doc does seem to be the bot I last longest in now... but I think it is bc I am actively trying to keep it alive lol.

How in the hell did I not put you on my Trusted Contributors... I swear this damn Meth is rotting my brain.... *wink.. Goin to edit that smack right now. Rockwelder is a damn War Robots wizard.

Oh, and welcome back you hunchback, sack dragging Mongoloid!!!

here bro... I copied and pasted.. This is the truth of what happened..
Showing my bum bum? I don't do requests bro. At least not for what you could afford to pay. And as far as the ban. Dude, it was absolutely bull crap. A mod, whom I won't mention because I don't want to give them an emotional booboo and have them run to mommy and daddy and get me banned again, but anyway, this person of immense power and limitless sway with the powers that be, took a potshot at myself and my intelligence, on a thread I started about the Fury. Commenting on how he lost a braincell trying to read my post. I took it as he was having a little fun. Little crap talking amongst brothas.... I merely stated that it was a shame he lost a braincelll, as it was his only one. And they banned me for that. Uhh yea. There it is

Read more: war-robots-forum.freeforums.net/thread/8528/7-day-forum-ban?page=2#ixzz4jWmS83UU

You sound like someone who based their idea of masculinity off Duck Dynasty, cartoon redneck caricatures and WWE wrestler monologues.

LOL...Don't take this the wrong way but, that's why we like him better than you.

Aw shoot man well then I guess I gotta up my game.

*ahem*

Man what the shizzle be you sayin' bout me ya little varmint me and me boys we gonna pop you for speakin' that delirious-nasty talk
my boy Jose well when you wanna know why we call him the trash compactor well hehe youll know soon enough when we send you squealin back to yo momma in an economy size egg carton y'know what can't stand up to me with that sass yo 'cause like on behalf of all sly city slickers everywhere, I gotta tell you; im cut rough, hard, long, thick and im gonna push into you before you know it, dagnabit son of a gun gonna get that mad street cred for poppin you yo

I am henceforth placing upon the true and just moderation of this sacred forum, an official request in that "The Panda" who doth hold minguns, and is defiler of windshields with wrenchs, on this 9th day of our holy Week of Flatulence, be from this day known as "Levi, Derober of Jean Jackets and other denim related articles of cloth and clothing". That it should be known in all the lands, all the brothels, and in all the back seats of Datsuns everywhere.

Haloed be thy name, thy Mods make it so!!!

Amid, did you know that you do not need to actually manually sign your posts? Your signature bar is already full, and it is full with your name. Your name is what is in the signature bar and it is quite filling, but now you have put your name in the post-bar as well and that is even more filling. Your comments are going to get fat. They are being overfed with your name, please do not make them fat because fat kills. : (

A solitary tear runs down the cheek of one Mechman-Mechout. In the distance the sun is setting, and as its radiance leaves the land, darkness takes it place, signaling the end of an age. The only thing left of the light remains in his heart, flickering and sputtering, but clinging to life regardless. When the time is ripe, it will be rekindled, but that day is not to be today.
Mechman falls upon one knee and issues a prayer to a higher power.

"Forgive me father, for just this one time, I must forsake your word."

The weight of the forbidden tools hangs heavily upon his back. The tools that father warned him about oh so long ago. Deadly and chaotic, bristling with power. He will need them dearly.
A footstep is heard from behind. Dread fills Mechman's heart; He does not need to turn to confirm whom has approached him. A leathery smack connects to the back of his skull, the blow leaving his body unharmed but dealing precious damage to his pride.

"I demand satisfaction." comes a clear, cold voice from behind him. Now Mechman turns, coming face to face with the hollow, fluorescent sockets of his opponent. The man has no eyes to see, no brows to flinch, but Mechman can practically taste the rage emanating from him.
"Pick your weapon and the form of the duel." The darkness shrouding the specter's ethereal body parts briefly, exposing a multitude of weapons which Mechman knows all too well. Weapons as deadly as his own, formed by the same hand. No doubt illicitly procured from the righteous hands that once wielded them; His opponent is naught but an unworthy thief. Holy rage pulses through Mechman's very being.
Mechman reaches for a weapon of his own, silently; The only word this beast deserves is to carry an "s" before it, and be delivered straight through his gaunt spine. Mechman feels inordinately pleased with himself for the grace with which he crafted that particular metaphor, and the holy Rapier Wit, sensing the sassy energy, gleefully leaps from sheath to hand.
The blade is thin and delicate, yet eviscerates the pride of all those unsuitably stalwart. Mechman knows this tool will serve him well, and also serve his opponent.
Our hero mounts an offensive pose; The stage has been set.
"Your move." says he with cocky pluck, before remembering how he didn't want to say anything to his opponent and starts to feel ashamed of himself.

All better?

-Amid

No dude, now you need to spend extra time typing in a signature that would be automatically dealt with had you let your invaluable signature space be.

Did you not read what I wrote? I don't want to leave the mobile users out.

-Amid