#Gladiator Wx-78

[zprite-x]

Into the Fire

Heavily based off of the ULTRAKILL's OST Album cover

I got hit by a truck with this idea last night

[boxguysaur8]

gotta get to the bottom of this

[dipndotz]

VOTE WX AND WILLOW WE GOTTA STICK TOGETHER IN THIS FIGHT AGAINST THE POPULARS

[inbarfink]

[shebpaw]

If you follow my main you probably know I'm really into Don't Starve Together right now. As a consequence, I've been thinking about a Wings of Fire AU because I'm annoying. SO WITH THAT SAID...

Maxwell - Nightwing, "animus" (pretending to be one using the Codex Umbra, an actual animus-touched object). Tried to pull a Darkstalker and was king of the Nightwings before being dethroned.

Charlie - Nightwing animus, made so by becoming the night monster. Current Nightwing queen.

Wilson - Nightwing. Dethroned Maxwell, then quickly dethroned by Charlie.

Willow - Skywing, firescales.

Wolfgang - Mudwing, self-appointed Big Wings of the rest.

Wendy - Nightwing/Icewing, mind reader but only for the dead. Abigail's flower is an animus-touched object.

Wes - Rainwing, in poor health so he's a sickly gray/white most of the time.

Wickerbottom - Sandwing.

WX-78 - Unknown (possibly Skywing), former animus who transferred their soul into a clockwork body. While alive, their humanity (dragonity?) has mostly withered away.

Woodie - Leafwing, with a worrying penchant for chopping trees...

Wigfrid - Icewing but stuck in character of a Skywing gladiator. Very committed to the bit, Willow is not impressed.

Webber - Hivewing, formerly a scavenger child. No one knows how he's a dragon, but it's assumed he's one of Maxwell's failed animus spells.

Winona - Nightwing

Warly - Seawing

Wartox - Hivewing, animus

Wormwood - Leafwing/Nightwing hybrid, prophetic and has Leafspeak

Wurt - Seawing, but a really weird one. Resembles a deep-sea creature. Currently the only Seawing eligible for queenship, but she's just a baby.

Walter - Sandwing. Woby is his pet scavenger.

Wanda - Icewing, animus trying to cheat death while keeping her soul in tact.

[skyistheground]

ahhh forge :)

[sentient78]

@the-valianter-valkyriest

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Everything happened so fast, WX-78 can't compile and process all the events clearly. They may have an incredibly efficient and excellent computer of a brain, but even they can only take so many new sensations at once.

It started with a portal, they at least remember that, the old, dusty, broken portal down in the caves that the robot thought was out of commission. The organics rolled their eyes when WX proclaimed it didn't do anything, that it was broken, and they thought they could prove it.

Unfortunately, the organics were right. They're at camp, thinking "I knew it" at their sudden disapperance. They really need to get back, not let the fleshlings get one over on them...

But they can barely formulate a plan when they don't even know where they are.

They dropped into a different plane, warm reds and yellows, mixing together into varying flares of orange that assaulted their ocular modules in every way. Horrid snorting and screaming rang all around them, yet one voice rang clear. The robot cannot remember exactly what he said, but the robot was soon grappled by disgustingly muscular arms of animalistic creatures.

They were held in some kind of room, literally. One of those creatures held them still admist their struggling and shouting as another welded thin sheets of rusted yellow metal on their copper-colored chassis. Their new plating came with little spikes, which WX found incredibly tacky (actually, a little cool, but they would never admit that). They swore at their captors for a time, where the creature working on them simply rolled its eyes then slapped a silver plate over the robot's mouth and welded it on. Of course, that did nothing. Their voice didn't need to come out of a mouth.

And after being dragged out again, quickly fitted with barely sufficient wood plating and some unknown hammer, WX was thrust out into the same arena they came in from...

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"Warriors!" Pugna raises his arms and his kingly pat, waving his hands up and down to prompt cheering from the crowd.

"Today we have quite a different match."

The robot they had found, now fitted in both decorative and actual armor, is summoned through the Forge's portal.

"A Gatekeeper!" The crowd roars in outrage, but quickly mellows to let Pugna continue speaking. "One of our oppressors of the past came crawling in. And today, we get revenge!"

"The Gatekeeper will feel the firey fury of the fate they confined us to. Today, they die!"

Snorts and howls of excitement ring through the arena.

"And what better way to make them suffer then to present our most fearless and valiant warrior? I present: Valkyrie Wigfrid!"

[frgetmenotz]

kin tag dump [1/2]

[cameoappearance]

Descriptions for the Challenger and Culinarian skins exclusive to the Forge and Gorge

(not the Gladiator/Magmatic and Victorian skins, the free event-only ones; the text that goes with event skins is in skin_strings.lua year-round)

Challenger Wilson: "This may prove to be my most dangerous experiment yet.” "This wouldn't be the first time Wilson's had to fight off a goon or two." Culinarian Wilson: "Oh yes, I'm cooking something up.“ "Wilson's had a lot of experience cooking with found ingredients." Challenger Willow: "I can handle myself.” "Willow was never one to be pushed around." Culinarian Willow: "My food's always burned to perfection!“ "Chef Willow is a grease fire waiting to happen." Challenger Wolfgang: "Mighty Wolfgang cannot wait to step into ring!“ "Wolfgang's no stranger to the art of pugilism." Culinarian Wolfgang: "Wolfgang will cook for you!” "Wolfgang can't relax unless all his friends are well fed." Challenger Wendy: "Abigail and I never fight.” "If Wendy is to succumb to death, she'll do so on her own terms." Culinarian Wendy: "Every meal ends in an empty plate.” "Wendy's not had much kitchen experience, but she's willing to learn." Challenger WX-78: "THIS UNIT IS BATTLE READY” "Few things get them more excited than the prospect of destroying fleshlings." Culinarian WX-78: "MEAL SERVER DOWN” "WX must have some utensil addons somewhere around here." Challenger Wickerbottom: "Combat is all about technique, dear.” "Wickerbottom is not opposed to self defense, should the occasion call for it." Culinarian Wickerbottom: "Just follow the recipe, dear.“ "Wickerbottom has several cookbooks for just such an occasion." Challenger Woodie: "I've been in scraps before, eh?“ "It's best not to mess with a man and his axe." Culinarian Woodie: "Lucy is my sous chef.“ "Woodie's not beyond using an axe in the kitchen." Challenger Wes: ... "Wes is quiet, but not meek." Culinarian Wes: ... "Wes knows a meal's good when the whole table eats in silence." Challenger Maxwell: "I've faced worse ordeals.“ "Maxwell believes this look to be quite intimidating." Culinarian Maxwell: "Everything I make is magnificent.“ "Maxwell is ready to roll up his sleeves and get cooking." Challenger Wigfrid: "I yearn för my chance ön the pröving gröunds!“ "Wigfrid was born for the arena." Culinarian Wigfrid: "MEEEEEAT.“ "Wigfrid has many pot roasts in her future." Challenger Webber: "We don't want to fight if we don't have to.“ "Webber's used to fending for himself." Culinarian Webber: "Let's get cooking!“ "Webber loves helping out in the kitchen." Challenger Winona: "I can tough anything out.“ "Winona came ready for a fight!" Culinarian Winona: "Let ol'Winnie fix ya up somethin' special.” "Cooking is basically just food assembly, right?"

[ausp-ice]

Here have an Australian murder robot that hates humanity

WX is something of a high-DPS tank? Their armored plating protects them as then stun their foes with their wrecking ball and electric shocks.

WX-78, the 78th unit of a discontinued series of omnics, was only partially built when the Omniums shut down in Australia. When some junkers started poking around the system, they were activated. However, there were gaps in their software - they lacked some aspects of their personality core, including some limitations and full empathy capabilities. The junkers captured them and tried to take them apart, but they managed to steal their attackers’ weapons and kill them.

They found their place as a gladiator in the Scrapyard, fighting and learning and upgrading themselves.

One day, Webber wandered into WX’s housing unit. This was before they were discovered by Overwatch. WX scared them off, but they kept coming back, curious. They formed an odd companionship over the few weeks Webber was there. Though WX insisted their empathy module was never installed, Webber had to wonder.

Webber eventually left, but continued to send WX mail. When it stopped, WX began searching for the child, and eventually found them held at Overwatch. There, WX squatted, satisfied with being with Webber once more. They allowed the not-very-human members near, but avoided contact with the humans. They fiddled with the metal scraps they could find in an empty room they decided was theirs, and occasionally followed Webber when they left base.  

[kin-drawings]

hewwo!! could you draw WX-78 in the magmatic skin snuggled up to Winona, in her gladiator skin? tysm!!! I love this blog lots dfjhgdkf - blus-kinning-place

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[sentient78]

57

SONG DRABBLES

57: Waiting for the World to End - Mother Mother

Did he really think his reign would last forever? His sports were fun while they lasted. Fighting with steel, shedding blood, and surrounded with blazing heat: it was truly entertaining. But it will end. It has to end.

This volcano is going to blow. He doesn't know it yet, but it will. He and his warriors will drown and burn in the very crucible that forged them.

But he can't know anything is up. He needs to stay right where he is, on his cushy fur throne.

So WX walks into the portal.

"LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT." WX holds their head in their hand. "YOU WANT TO... DESTROY THE ARENA?"

"Yes," replies Wanda, plainly. "It's the only way these murderous games will end."

"AND YOU PLAN TO ERUPT THE VOLCANO."

"Exactly. I can use my wathes to speed it up to its point of eruption."

"... THEN DO THAT. WHY DO YOU NEED ME?"

"I..." she sighs. "I need a diversion."

"AND YOU'RE ASKING ME TO DO THAT? HOW?"

"You need to fight one more match."

"IN THE ARENA YOU PLAN TO DESTROY? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME??"

"No-- well, yes, but it's temporary." Wana shuffles her clocks, trying to de-escelte the situation. "I can bring you back afterwards. I have watches to do that."

"I'M NOT GOING TO THROW AWAY MY LIFE SO YOU CAN PLAY HERO." WX is fuming. "NO-- NOT HERO-- SO YOU CAN SAVE YOURSELF. WHY SHOULD I HELP YOU FOR THIS?!"

"WX-" Wanda pauses. "We'll both get out."

"YOU'RE TELLING ME TO DIE. WHY SHOULD I TRUST YOU?"

"You step out onto the arena," she beings to explain. "You'll fight as normal, distract him and everyone else as I sneak closer to the volcano's core. My watches have radius, you know. I'll fast forward its time to when it explodes. You..." her voice lowers, "will die. But with my watch, I can bring you back, good as new. We'll find the Gateway again and go... well, home."

"HOW CAN YOU BE CONFIDENT THIS STUPID PLAN WILL WORK?"

"When have I ever been wrong before?"

WX stops to consider. She is a time witch. She has seen the future and all its possibilities. The bot is uneasy to trust things they can't confirm for themselves, but they recall... she's never been wrong before.

"And I'll do any favor you wish. Watches included."

Well, that is something they've always wanted to use. "MAKE IT TWO. YOU'RE ASKING ME TO DIE."

"Alright, fine. Now get out there! There's no time to waste."

WX's first... well, last enemy is a crocomander and their army of pigs. The bot was granted with the Blacksmith's Edge under the presumption that they're going to fight something more difficult later.

They shield themselves from the pigs' tusks before retaliating with a sweeping strike of their own. The crowd cheers as red blood spills over lava rock floor.

The croc is next. The bot slams one of the blunt sides of the blade into the side of their head, knocking them down to the floor. They stroll over to their fallen body... and stop.

Cheers turn into murmurs.

"What are you waiting for?!" hollers the Battlemaster.

"FOR THE WORLD TO END."

Everything around them begins to shake.

[sentient78]

@throughthegateway

"Look at you. You're all alone."

WX stares, deadpan, up at Wilson. The bot is given a brief moment of respite from back to back fighting for their life and of course, the human has to come and taunt him. The Constant was bad, but they could at least get a breather from fighting for longer then five minutes.

"WHAT DO YOU KNOW?" the bot scoffs. They weren't the only one at the gateway. It's impossible that they're the only one here. "YOUR FRIENDS ARE JUST A BUNCH OF BABBLING SWINE."

They shift their body away from him, trying to close themselves off from further communication. There isn't much in this stuffy locker room to shelter with. There isn't even much space to escape.

[sentient78]

🔜 :Eyes:

VERSES DRABBLES

Oh WX cannot believe they're still here.

They donned the stupid paper yellow spike armor, they've killed the little fodder pigs, vanquished their commanders, de-shelled those awful little turtles, stomped those bug creatures, even faced off against that massive, brutish gorilla and came out alive.

"WHERE'S THE KEY?" WX points their massive sword accusingly towards Pugna. "I'VE CRUSHED ALL YOUR MINIONS. YOU HAVE NOTHING AGAINST ME. NOW FORFEIT THE KEY AND GIVE ME MY FREEDOM."

Pugna snarls down at the bot. "You will not best us, Gatekeeper! I will see you crushed."

The Battlemaster raises his bat. "Grand Forge Boarrior, destroy them, my champion!"

WX slowly turns around as the furthest portal begins to spark. Out comes a hulking pig-like figure, donned in bright red armor, massive curled tusks, and as it appears, weapons of very similar-looking tusks. It's yellow eyes narrow into hatred as it spots the bot, slowly hulking over as it huffs and snorts.

This is so unfair.

[sentient78]

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SPOTIFY WRAPPED 2021

Little Pistol - Mother Mother

I THINK I MIGHT BE SCARED.

OF THE WORLD AND THE WAY IT MAKES YOU FEEL AFRAID-

WX hobbles out of the way of snapping crocodile jaws. It won't leave them alone.

It had sunk its teeth into the bot before, but quickly recoiled from electrical impulses that coursed through its body. However, instead of backing off, it just seemed to get evenangrier.

Their chassis feels like it's going to collapse in on itself. Tiny punctures from fangs are everywhere, along with a few batters and tears from those annoying little vermin pigs the croc had with it. The pain from the initial injuries have long faded, but the weakness all those holes left behind concern them heavily. There's no wind in this oppressive heat, but if there was, WX just might fall over.

The crocodile glares further as it lunges in for another chomp. But as the bot avoids the attack again, something seems to... switch. The croc trills, some shrilling, high-pitched battle cry as it manifests an entire banner from seemingly nowhere.

The banner is tall, taller then the croc and certainly taller then WX. It's a massive set of open jaws with sharpened, polished teeth and tattered red banners hanging down from beams framing the bone. Its edges glow red and orange from the lava moat that surrounds them, giving an eerie quality that the bot honestly wasn't prepared for.

The croc stands tall in front of it. It's barely taller then the bot, but it lifts its chin, staring down at WX with a murderous glint in its eye. It smiles slightly, baring its long fangs and tiny sets of razor teeth.

WX has no idea what that banner does, but it can't be good. Actually, they have no idea what's going on in general. Fleshling babble and roaring press all around them, along with a strange, scalding heat that somehow isn't killing them-

It's all so confusing so fast. The bot usually considers themselves highly adaptable, but this scorching world moves too fast for even their processors to handle.

It's... embarrassing. The croc keeps staring down at them, like a predator would to prey. It makes no moves to strike yet, instead letting the crowd grow louder and louder, demanding for violence, for shredding, for-

The croc snaps down at them. WX barely rolls out of the way. Somehow, the croc's jaws sounded louder, stronger, and... oh no, are its teeth longer?? Maybe their visual processors are malfunctioning.

The croc seems to laugh at their flinch, in some kind of reptilian way the bot can't process as a language, but it throws its head back in a way they bot recognizes as laughter.

This is going to be a long fight, assuming they make it out of this world in the first place.