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2081
« on: June 28, 2011, 12:54:52 PM »
This is what I would have entered in Battlebots if I didn't judge the matches. 
2082
« on: June 28, 2011, 08:22:06 AM »
I used to own the body pannles off of subZero... Then I cut them up to use as armor for my two 30lbers. :P
2083
« on: June 27, 2011, 10:11:19 PM »
My bot did
2084
« on: June 27, 2011, 09:44:10 PM »
I wrote this one as part of an English Class.
He ran to the woods to get away and hide from being seen on the road. He had been hiding out in the brush surrounding the lake since about 5PM. Now that the sun was going down and the moon was coming out, it looked very different.
It was late fall. The dark and murky lake was surrounded by scraggly dead brush. The leaves on the trees had fallen and the bare branches looked ominous in the moonlight, like hands stretched out to capture and strangle anyone who entered the woods. The moon was full and it cast eerie shadows on everything. He was scared and tired.
He had been on the run since late last night, yet he didn’t know if he was still being chased or if anybody even knew what he had done. He was scared. Every shadow or rustling sound increased the tension. He thought he had heard a dog barking off in the distance. Were they searching for him with bloodhounds? He was losing control. The images from the prior night were flooding into his mind. All he knew is that he had to run away. He started to run along the lake again. He ran and ran, not knowing where he was going or how long it would take him to get out of the woods.
He felt paranoid. The lonely hoot of an owl was questioning who he was. The rustling of a mouse made him think someone was after him. The rhythmic thumping of a boat against a dock was only mildly louder than his beating heart. As he sat on the huge cold rock by the edge of the lake to rest, he couldn’t get the horrible sounds out of his head. The gurgling coming from the nearby stream that fed the lake was similar to the sounds of the night before. He felt like he wanted to throw up.
The horrible visions from the night before kept coming back. He began to question, was it better to run or to turn himself in? If he turned himself in he would spend his life confined in jail. If he ran away he would be free from jail he would be trapped in his own mind. He continued to run.
He stopped to rest because he was very tired. He had not slept or eaten since last night. He could not run near the road, because he might be seen. His only hope was to swim across the lake in the dark. How far was it across? How deep was it and how cold was the water? He was feeling desperate because he could not see the shore on the other side and didn’t know if he was going to make it or not.
He dove into the water. It was icy cold, but he started to swim to the other side anyway. It didn’t matter. This was his one chance at freedom surely he could make it to the other side. He started to feel cold and lose his strength. His fingers and toes were numb. His arms and legs felt like they were not attached anymore.
The other side of the lake seemed impossibly far now, but he knew couldn’t turn back. He thought of his freedom, when he would reach the other side of the lake and that gave him hope. If only the shore on the other side of the lake were closer then everything would be okay. The feelings of panic left him and everything seemed better now, if he could just move his arms and legs a little more he would be free from his problems. Slowly he slipped away into the murky darkness of the water.
2085
« on: June 27, 2011, 09:31:01 PM »
Hey Joe how long have you had a mobile version of your site?
2086
« on: June 27, 2011, 03:30:55 PM »
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sCvTMj-Jmjg&feature=youtube_gdata_player#I finally bothered to upload this video. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No real bot progress besides I ordered some parts for the flipper bot and I found a driver for DoorStop for FI 2011.
2087
« on: June 27, 2011, 02:55:28 PM »
I can't even remember the swear I used. But i'm so happy that it makes me look as scummy as the Drama Queens on this board. 
I'm pretty sure you said another members bot was bad--(synonym for butt)
2088
« on: June 27, 2011, 11:28:11 AM »
 So apparently I can get a random length of pipe for $3.60 but I don't know how big it is. :P
2089
« on: June 26, 2011, 11:27:20 PM »
It's a stockafied Jaws Of Defeat 
In all honesty, I think there were many similar DSL bots long before your Jaws of Defeat.
I know Jaws Of Defeat wasn't the first but its the only one I can remember the name of at 12:15 am and I wanted to use the word Stockified :P
2090
« on: June 26, 2011, 10:59:02 PM »
Redone the weapon setup like that one bot lol (Credit to T-road I think)
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20 irons, DSA, nifty.
It's a stockafied Jaws Of Defeat
2091
« on: June 24, 2011, 09:54:00 PM »
I just bought some Road Kill in a can 
2092
« on: June 24, 2011, 04:50:21 PM »
2093
« on: June 24, 2011, 04:15:14 PM »
2094
« on: June 23, 2011, 08:25:12 AM »
Omnivore was an attempt at making an effective clampbot. (I was going to write more but everyone else seems to have described and catagorized it.)
2095
« on: June 23, 2011, 07:46:12 AM »
Awww...
Clash Cubes 3 arena (?) or if that's too tabletopy
Octogon arena
2096
« on: June 23, 2011, 07:41:55 AM »
What ever category Omnivore falls under - Flextop
2097
« on: June 18, 2011, 07:19:08 PM »
Classic red/white such as this one.
2098
« on: June 18, 2011, 06:44:56 AM »
It Happened Today - R. E. M.
What do you think of that song?
I think it's a great song. Portland Women - New Riders Of The Purple Sage
2099
« on: June 17, 2011, 09:46:45 PM »
Joe's got the cube, not the monkey who thinks he's a squirrel.
No, Joe has a Zonda F.
Someone didn't get my joke...
2100
« on: June 17, 2011, 09:33:26 PM »
It Happened Today - R. E. M.
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