#so ill finish that. and finish upgrading all weapons to +24/+9. and then take a tolerance break to play a few other games

[phagodyke]

sorry for googling "is shadow of the erdtree hard" do u still think im cool....

[mechagalaxy]

John T. mainer - Walker

Mechaval-Sayings of Walker

Blame Charles Newburn for this. Late one night, during an interview that may well have had some alcohol involved, Charles laid the challenge down to me to re-interpret the Hamaval (also known as the sayings of the High One, purported to be the wisdom of Odin as left to the people of Northern Europe) for Mecha Galaxy.

Since General Nova, and the mysterious Walker of the Wild Hunt have established that the Victory Father may indeed enjoy Mecha Galaxy for unwinding like the rest of us, I have gone ahead and translated the Hamaval for Mecha Galaxy. I give you.....the Mechaval.

1. Upon the mountain | ere a man shall go, (Full warily let him watch,) Full long let him look about him; For little he knows | where a campers may lurk, Upon the bronze medal slopes.

2. Hail to the host! | Faction War has come; Where shall the stranger sit? Swift shall he be who, | with mecha shall try The proof of his might to make.

3. Stim packs he needs | who with frozen knees Has come from the cold gateways without; Hatorade | must the farer have, The man from the mountains come.

4. Instant Upgrades | and welcoming speech Should he find who comes, to the feast; If renown he would get, | and again be greeted, Wisely and well must he act.

5. Wits must he have | who battles wide, But read well the battle records; At the witless man | the wise shall wink When falls to attacker who took him twice already.

6. A man shall not boast | of his keenness of mind, But keep it close in his breast; To the silent and wise | does ill come seldom When he goes as guest to a Clan; (For a faster friend | one never finds Than wisdom tried and true.)

7. The knowing guest | who goes to the feast, In silent attention sits; With his ears he hears, | with his eyes he watches, Thus wary are wise men all.

8. Happy the one | who wins for himself Favor and praises of his clan; Less safe by far | is the wisdom found That is hid in another's heart.

9. Happy the man | who has while he lives Wisdom and praise as well, For evil counsel | a man full oft Has from another's heart.

10. A better burden | may no man bear For wanderings wide than wisdom; It is better than wealth | on unknown ways, And in grief a refuge it gives.

11. A better burden | may no man bear For wanderings wide than wisdom; Worse food for the journey | he brings not afield Than an over-drinking of hateorade.

12. Less good there lies | than most believe In hatorade for mortal men; For the more he drinks | the less does man Of his mind the mastery hold.

13. Over stim pack the bird | of forgetfulness broods, And steals the minds of men; With the Novum claws | fettered I lay And in Tory's house was held.

14. Drunk I was, | I was dead-drunk, When with Large Stim Packs five I was; 'Tis the best of drinking | if back one brings An Inferno with his Ilyrian Flare home.

15. The highest level pilot| shall be silent and wise, And bold in battle as well; Bravely and gladly | a man shall go, Till the day of his death is come.

16. The camper believes | he shall live forever, If attack he launches not; But craftsmen shall not grant him | the prizes of war, Though cannons may spare his life.

17. The rookie is agape | when he comes to Clan War, He attacks everything or else is still; But soon if he listens | to his comrades chat He learns where his fights should lie.

18. He alone is aware | who in King of the Mountain strove, In every circuit fight has fared, Who knows each foe | in their strongest lineups That wealth of wisdom has.

19. Shun not the hatorade, | but drink in measure; Speak to the point or be still; Fight to win or be still | none shall rightly blame thee If from unwinnable fights thou witholds.

20. The greedy man, | if his mind be vague, Will take all the Clan Raid kills; The vulgar man, | will see his clan, Grow weak as his clanmates starve.

21. The Clansmen know well | when home they shall fare, And then from the Faction they go; But the fair weather fighter | his true allegience Shall never know aright.

22. A paltry man | and poor of mind At all foes ever mocks; For never he knows, | what he ought to know, That he faced no equal fights.

23. The witless man | is awake all night, Scouting all possible foes; Care-worn he is | when the morning comes, And his foe will be who it will be.

24. The foolish man | for clanmates chose Who laugh in scorn at their own; When among his clan | he is surprised When with contempt of him they speak.

25. The foolish Clansman | for friends all those Who laugh at him will hold; But the truth when he comes | to the council he learns, That few in his favor will speak.

26. An ignorant pilot | thinks that all he knows, When he sits by himself in a corner; But never what answer | to make he knows, When others with questions come.

27. A brand new pilot, | when he meets with others, Had best in silence abide; For no one shall find | that nothing he knows, If his mouth is not open too much.

28. Strong will you grow | who well can question, And also answer well; Nought is concealed | that men may say Of the ways of mecha and lineups.

29. Often he speaks | who of his clan thinks not Of the war to come | and of plans The babbling tongue, | if a bridle it find not, For its clan bodes ill.

30. In mockery no one | a clan shall hold, Though the scored not a single win; Call not coward, | lest your next round No single foe can you face.

31. Wise a pilot holds it | to mock not foes, When King of the Mountain crowned; But little he knows | the next four wars, Smallest in his division will he be.

32. Friendly of mind | are many men, Till the last hour upon King of the Mountain; To mankind a bane | must it ever be When Craftsmen will crown only one.

33. Oft should one make | every circuit fight, Full resources bring to the war; Else he win new level| but no machine level, No new base or weapon to add.

34. Crooked and far | is the building of Faction, Though the plan on the spreadsheet be; But wide and straight | is the way back to your clan, Though the blessed snapshot reset.

35. Forth shall one go, | nor stay as a guest After the Faction Raid finish; Love becomes loathing | if long one sits By the hearth in another's home.

36. Better a Clan, | though last place it be, A Clansman grows stronger at war; Participation prize | and a well fought raid Are better pay than peace.

37. Better a clan, | though last place be, A clansman is happy at war; His heart is bleeding | a clan leader who must beg Wins for his clansmen from the foe.

38. Away from his defensive lineup | in the specialist war A clansmen must not fare on attack; For never he knows | when the need for defense Shall arise during attacking run.

39. If lottery a man | has won for himself, Let all in his clan have a share; Oft he saves for a foe | what he plans for a friend, For victory comes from the Clan.

40. None so free with gifts | or food have I found That gladly he took not a gift, Nor one who so widely | scattered his wealth That of recompense hatred he had.

41. Friends shall gladden each other | with stim packs and hatoraide, As each for himself can see; Gift-givers' friendships | are longest found, If fair their fates may be.

42. To his friend a man | a friend shall prove, And gifts with gifts requite; But men shall mocking | with mockery answer, And fraud with falsehood meet.

43. To his friend a man | a friend shall prove, To him and the friend of his friend; But never a man | shall friendship make With one of his foeman's friends.

44. If a friend thou hast | whom thou fully wilt trust, And good from him wouldst get, Thy thoughts with his mingle, | and gifts shalt thou make, And fare to find him oft.

45. If another thou hast | whom thou hardly wilt trust, Yet good from him wouldst get, Bring him not into clan, | and in any bargain, Make him first to give his part.

46. So is it with him | whom thou hardly wilt trust, And whose mind thou mayst not know; Laugh with him mayst thou, | but speak not thy mind, Like gifts to his shalt thou give.

47. Young was I once, | and clanless, And nought of the game I knew; Rich did I feel | when a clan I found, For war without brethren is cold.

48. The lives of the brave | and noble are best, Sorrows they seldom feed; But the coward fear | of all things feels, And not gladly the niggard gives.

49. Clan Leader once | to an alt I gave A clan I then ignored; Heroes they seemed | before battle joined, Then leaderless knew but loss.

50. On the hillside drear | the fir-tree dies, All bootless its needles and bark; It is like a clan | whom no one loves,-- Why should its life be long?

51. Hotter than fire | between honour guards Does friendship 120 hours burn; When the sixth day comes | the fire cools, And ended is all the love.

52. No great thing needs | a man to give, Oft little will purchase praise; With single seed crystal | and superhatorade A friend full fast I made.

53. A little sand | has a little sea, And small are the minds of men; Though all men are not | equal in wisdom, Yet half-wise only are all.

54. A measure of scouting | each clan shall have, But never too much let him know; The fairest wars | do those clan have Whose wisdom wide has grown.

55. A measure of scouting | each clan shall have, But never too much let him know; For the wise man's heart | is seldom happy, Whose pending ass kicking is known.

56. A measure of scouting | each clan shall have, But never too much let him know; Let no man the fate | before him see, For he goes to each battle with joy.

57. A brand from a brand | is kindled and burned, And fire from fire begotten; And pilot by his careful wins | is known to his clan, And the stupid by their repeated losses.

58. He must swiftly change lineups | who fain the blood Or Ferrite of specialist would get; The pilot who lingers | shall win little meat, And be caught in turn out of alignment.

59. He must early go forth | whose level is low, Or lineups in niode are weak; The arrogant specialist | in unlimited sleeps, For the swift the war is half won.

60. Of Ferrite stores | and Biopicts reserves Crystals of bounty need, And how much of niode | he must have for a level, For his main or specialist line he will use.

61. Levelled and equipped | to the clan war fare, But care not too much for the niode; Let none be ashamed | of his crystal mecha, But proud of the mecha he rides,

62. When the eagle comes | to the ancient sea, He snaps and hangs his head; So is a man | in the midst of a clan, Who few to speak for him finds.

63. To question and answer | must all be ready Who wish to be known as wise; Tell one thy thoughts, | but beware of two,-- All know what is known to three.

64. The man who is prudent | a measured use Of the might he has will make; He finds when against new foe | reguardless of level That the strongest he may not be.

65. Be gentle in boasts And fair of foes do speak Oft for the hard words | that of others one speaks He will get but an evil gift.

66. Too early in KOTM | my fights I spent, And some too late have I waited; The golden hour was past, | or not yet started; My hate was wasted for naught.

67. To my aid would pilots send | though friend or foe they be, If during King of the Mountain, Superhateorade I sent | for the golden hour, Whether I fought that contest or not.

68. Hate for pilots | is the fairest gift, For glory on the mountain or clan-war; Energy as well, | for boss fight or raid When time is the deadliest foe.

69. All weak is no pilot, | nor in all ways strong; Some from their unlimited win glory, Some limited tonnage, | and some from their rainbow, And some from their speed to spot weakness.

70. It is better to lose | than to live at peace, The warriors alone go to raid; I saw Regis taken | by medal-less war fighters, While the peaceful knew no raid.

71. The ten ton rides Red Ant, | the twenty a Shocklite, Commissar or Axebot if bold; Lighter is better | than one that is heavy, No gun will fire from fat mecha.

72. A second clan is better, | though one be low level, And division lower to bide; Great spread of level | seldom lead to a win Save when niodes flow like water.

73. Two make a battle, | Experience and resources; In each battle won | a level I look for.

74. He welcomes the level | whose resource is enough, (New weapons and base to know) Close are the fights; Full oft does the winner | change with one gun, Or single new equipment slot.

75. A man knows not, | but niodes buys, That credit card buys not win; One man is wealthy | and one is poor, Yet the ways of his mecha he knows.

76. Among Cyberstorm sons | saw I many gold medals, Now war for other clans or none; Fall is as swift | as a winking eye, Of friends success falsest it is.

77. Cattle die, | and kinsmen die, And so one dies one's self; But a noble name | will never die, If good renown one gets.

78. Cattle die, | and kinsmen die, And so one dies one's self; The mecha we win glory piloting| that never dies, Legendary pilots are forever remembered.

John T Mainer 28840