The Fifth Conspiracy Prison Complex - Prisoner Loading Doc 5
About this creation
Welcome to the Fifth Conspiracy Prison Complex Ė Prisoner Loading Doc Number 5. The only place in the galaxy that youíll get frequent conjugal visits from luscious (yet overly hairy) space hippie babes. Thatís right! No riots, stabbings or other unworldly events happen here!
The hydrostatic train has arrived from the spaceport with the latest foul-mouthed hippie street mimes. The mimes are picked from the train with the "Judicator" claw mech. As it moves prisoners from the train to the platform, the pilot hands down the sentence. If you canít do the time, donít do the crime my friend.
Armed with a copious supply of electro-magnetic slugs, the "Assimilator" support mech keeps the peace around and within the facility. Occasionally, the pilot will shout "stop resisting" for no reason whatsoever, and begin to unload all 3000 rounds from each arm canon into a gaggle of space hippies.
An overhead view of the Assimilator and the loading doc platform. Youíll notice one of the guards in grey with what looks like a red light wand. That peaceful looking device is actually the prisoner cavity search tool. Goes in long and hardÖ and doesnít stop until it reaches the back of their teeth. ;-)
Just take this in for a second... grunts, all wearing standard issue Oakley sunglasses. Yes, I just shed a single tear... These men are recent recruits and have yet to receive their helmet visors. The Conspiracy mantra calls for a certain level of mental or physical abuse of prisoners prior to graduating into the ranks of active corps.
Here we have a solder expressing his concern for the lack of hand rails, seatbeltsÖ or even seats for that matter on this high-speed traveling train. Little does he know that thereís a reason for everything around him. Truthfully, the Conspiracy has too many in the rank and file and they take the "survival of the fittest" a little too literally.
The quad cannons of the Assimilator mech can unload 3000 rounds within 23.452 seconds. Of course, accuracy suffers a bit due to the recoil, but it gives quite a rush for both the pilots and the surrounding crowd. Cheering and crowd surfing usually ensue after the showing.
The prisoner space hippies arriving today are considered quite lethal, which is why we called in Steve Segal and his troop of soldiers consisting of DMX and Jet Li among others. They are the "Elite" commando force. Their signature is the fish-net, see-through undershirts which are known to drive the hippie babes wild and wet.
Here we have Warden FrankenBurger. He is known for dispensing ultimate justice to unruly patrons of this fine suppressive establishment. He also personally attends to the "chili" in the mess hall three times a day.
Men! Listen to me! Listen to me! Keep your weapons ready, your fingers on the triggers! We must be super-vigilant with our recent arrivals! They are foul smelling fascist beings with no soul or regard for our expression of sexual freedom! Keep your eyes out and your attention focused for any would-be infiltrators!
The crime? Failure to wash hands prior to fornication Ė HSA page 23, paragraph 15, article 121. The punishment? Life in prison with 5 years of solitary confinement. Thatís right... the Conspiracy has little tolerance for lack of sexual etiquette.
A Pilot thinks to himself... "YeahÖ I think that guy is gonna run for it. I can tell. Iíll just follow Conspiracy policy and be proactive not reactive." - His palms sweaty with anticipation of the power heís strapped into.
This mech utilizes an unusual "interface" better left to the imagination. The controls are simple, the stance wide, the weapons overly and unnecessarily powerful. As a precaution, all pilots are prescribed hefty doses of Vicodin.
Here we have a docking guard who gives his fellow peers a sneering look. Mainly because he has an inflated ego... and a nifty sniper rifle that can nail a yak from 300 yards away with mind bullets! (Thatís telekinesis Kyle!)
The clinking sound of the mech cannons just started. This Pilot is determined to nail a few Man-Whores to the wall! Regardless of the crowd of soldiers that may be caught in a crossfire of friendly fire! Woot!
Why do things go wrong when Iím around? Why do I always have this menacing smirk on my face? And for Peteís Sake... Why do I have six sticks of dynamite strapped to my chest at all times?!?!? ... these are all questions he canít answer, but go as your mom.
In the foreground youíll see the Conspiracy Assassin Bruce Willis with his dual colt 45ís. He loves a good gun-fight. He went pro after a stunning debut in Los Angeles where he wiped Ashton Kutcher from existence with flair and style.
A schweet side profile shot of the walking power-house. These mechs are piloted by soldiers which did not pass the standard Conspiracy psych profile test. In fact, they donít even have the social capacity to drive the supply trucks.
Hmmm...I must've forgot about this creation(s). Well, here's da review. Love the Mecha stuff. I'd like to squeez it in my heart felt bear hug as hard as it could hug me. Wonderboy ;) Rock On. Love the humor, keep the sweetness flowing. Later.
Paul, I think time has come to put those demanding reviewers to life-time hard labour. Now that the iron reich is gone and I stay in the galaxy far, far away, you are free to do whatever you wish with those hippies. -Victor
Nice to see the Conspiracy fielding some Mech weaponry. I think I saw the Assimilator's "interface" in an episode of South Park.
The visual impact of Dock #5 has me sweating through my fish-net undershirt.