“𝐈’𝐦 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲.”
In which you’re Melo’s best friend & ex he’s not over
“What do you think of this?” You asked Melo as you turned around. He was laying back on your bed, scrolling through his phone. He moved his phone to the side and peeked over at you, “It’s straight.”
“It’s straight?”
“Yea, you look good.” He nodded.
You huffed and made your way towards your closet to rework your fit for the night again.
“C’mon bruh, I said you look straight! Why you changing again?”
“Because just looking ‘straight’ isn’t good enough. I need to look... I need to look..” you trailed off, looking for a word that encompasses just how much of a bad bitch you wanted to be tonight. "I need to look like City Girl meets Megan the Stallion."
"My nigga, what?"
"Just know I need to look good, Melo. Okay? Reef is going to be there tonight and I need to make sure I have every little bit of his attention."
Melo rolled his eyes from across the room when you mentioned Shareef.
"Man, fuck that nigga." You heard him grumble which made you laugh, asking,
"What do you have against Shareef?"
"I don't have anything against dude."
"Yes, you do. You've been on him since I mentioned I like him." You stepped out of your closet and leaned against the door frame to look him in the eyes.
"He's a bitch." He shrugged before looking back at his phone.
"What do you mean?"
"What I said. He's a bitch and you don't need to be associating with someone like that."
You rolled your eyes, "Negro, please," and stepped back into the closet. “You gotta chill on him.”
“How you Shaq’s son and still ain’t made it to the league yet?”
“He had health issues Melo, you know that. Please don’t go that low just because you don’t like him for no good reason.”
Melo sucked his teeth and leaned back on your bed, focusing back on his phone. “I got numerous good reasons.” He grumbled to himself.
“What was that?” You asked, poking your head out of the closet again.
“Nothing man! Finish getting ready, we late cause of you.”
“Uh huh, whatever.”
You settled for something basic, but cute. A pair of black jeans, your favorite color way of the Jordan 1s Melo had gotten you for Christmas last year and a matching graphic tee with some jewelry to bump up the outfit.
“You look good.” Melo remarked, his eyes following you as he opened the passenger door of his jet black Rolls-Royce Cullinan for you. You were happy you got to spend today with him. Both of your schedules never seemed to align anymore since the season started for him and you started a new job.
“Thank you best friend.” You grinned as you slid into the passenger seat of his car. He shut the door and walked around the car, opening his door and sliding into his own seat.
You held out your hand and he placed his phone in it before starting the car. As he was backing out of the driveway you unlocked his phone and went to his Apple Music. You scrolled through his playlists until you came to your favorite one, ‘Vibes 🥵🤞🏼💕’. You plugged in the aux cord before hitting shuffle and set his phone down. ‘Get you’ by Daniel Caesar started to play a few moments later. Melo raised his brows before a wide smile spread across his face and he said loudly, “Oh say less! Whatchu tryna do?”
“Boy, what are you talking about?” You giggled as you looked at the goofy expression on his face.
“You playing my grown folks music playlist, you tryna start something?” He looked over at you.
“Ew,” you scrunched up your face.
“Man don’t act like you don’t want this body.”
“Boy bye. I would never.”
“Oh word, so you wouldn’t kiss me right now?” He puckered his lips at you.
You shook your head and looked in the other direction, “Nope.”
“Girl stop playing and give me them lips.” He gently gripped your chin, forcing your head to turn and started to lean in close. This wouldn’t be the first time you kissed Melo. The nature of you two’s friendship was different than most. The two of you used to date but decided after a couple months that you’d be better as friends. Since you were already comfortable with one another, doing boyfriend-girlfriend things weren’t awkward. Long hugs, cuddling, and occasional kissing weren’t anything to you when it came to him.
Before both of your lips touched the car jerked to the side which made you realize he was still driving.
“Focus on the road!” You said sharply as the car jerked back to the opposite side, making it centered in the road again. Melo was laughing the entire time and you hit him in his chest, “That wasn’t fucking funny. I’m too young to die.”
“Relax, you still alive. Aren’t you? Always overreacting.”
You rolled your eyes and faced front, crossing your arms over one another.
“Aye,” he reached over and gently flicked your cheek, “Fix your face. The shit isn’t that serious for you to be catching an attitude over.”
You pushed his hand away, keeping your eyes in front of you.
“Cmon man, don’t start this. We were just having a good time.”
You kept quiet and you heard him sigh loudly. A second later you felt a hand on your thigh, rubbing up and down.
“You wanna get some food later?” He asked, knowing that that phrase alone would get your attitude in check.
“What kind?”
“Del Taco?”
You unfolded you arms and Melo laughed, “You so fucking fat.”
“Aht, don’t fuck up nigga. I’ll catch my attitude all over again.”
He nodded, “Heard you. I take it back.”
“As you should.” You said as you picked up your phone to play some games to pass the time. You settled on temple run, tapping your nails against the screen as you waiting for the game to load.
You squealed excitedly when you saw a text from Shareef pop up at the top of your screen. Melo glanced over at you confused as you typed up a response.
“Who you talking to?” He asked, trying to see what was happening on your phone screen.
“Shareef.” You answered and almost instantly heard him suck his teeth. You ignored his clear distaste for your crush and asked, “He asked if I’m sliding through, do you think ‘Yea, can’t wait to see you’ is good or does that make me sound too eager?”
“How about you just don’t text the nigga at all or you text him no and we just don’t go to the party at all.”
“Melo,” you whined, “I really like him, can you set aside the hate you have for him, please? For me?”
“Why do you even like him so much?”
“Well he’s kind,”
“Any one can be ‘kind’. Next.”
“He makes me laugh,”
“That’s not a valid reason. Clowns can do that. Then again, he is a clown ass nigga so,” Melo shrugged his shoulders and you rolled your eyes, deciding to ignore the statement.
“He’s cute,”
“He look like a big toe.”
“Melo! No he does not!”
“Yes he do. And his teeth all crooked. He need some braces. In fact, remind me to give dude my dentist’s number.”
You rolled your eyes and continued to list your reasons,
“He listens to me,”
Melo sucked his teeth, “So I don’t listen to you?”
“Where did you even get that from? See, now you’re just pulling shit out of thin air to be mad about. What is your problem?”
“Nothing. I just think it’s wild how this nigga come into the picture and all of a sudden I’m getting wiped out of it.”
“Melo what are you talking about?”
“So we just about to act like you haven’t been texting or calling me as much? And we finna act like you don’t want to come see me no more cause you’re always with him?”
“That is not true.”
“Yes it is. Wasn’t it just last week I offered to fly you out to Houston to see my game and you said no cause you and that nigga was supposed to be hanging out all weekend?”
“Oh my God, you still mad about that? Grow up.”
“Grow up? So it’s just fuck my feelings now cause he here?”
“How am I supposed to get to know him if I’m always with you?! I can have a life outside of you LaMelo!” You raised your voice slightly as you started to get heated. You didn’t understand why he wasn’t happy for you, he was supposed to be your friend.
“Why do you even want to get to know him! Ain’t shit to know! He don’t do shit, he don’t have shit but his daddy’s money and a fucked up hairline anyways!”
“Okay, now you’re about to get me mad.”
“Oh me talking about your lil boyfriend make you mad? Man fuck him! It’s not like he’s about to wife you no how! He’s probably trying to hit it and quit it, it’s not like you hard to get at.”
You stared at him for a second, wanting to believe that he didn’t just say what he said out of spite of all things.
“Fuck you! Don’t be mad at me because you’re too attached to me to get your own girlfriend!”
“Oh, I’m too attached now? That’s what we going with?”
“Nigga that’s what’s been happening! You’re so jealous you can’t even let me be happy!”
The two of you pulled up in front of the house party and he stopped the car, leaned back in his seat and looked down at you.
“Alright shut the fuck up. You about to get me hot.”
“Now you want to be a pussy when I tell you the truth. Typical.”
“I said shut the fuck up bruh. I’m not tryna get mad at you.”
You turned towards him in your seat, “You know what your problem is? You can’t get over that lil relationship we had. You need to build a bridge and leave that shit in the past, it was never that serious.” You said. Deep down you didn’t mean it but he already took the argument too far by calling you an easy fuck.
His jaw clenched as he ground his teeth behind his closed lips and his brows furrowed ever so slightly, leaving a small crease in his forehead.
“Oh, so now you don’t got shit to say no more?” You questioned, looking up at him.
He picked up his key and phone, opened the door and got out of the car, slamming the door behind him. You watched as he was walked into the party leaving you behind. You blew out some air to calm yourself down before grabbing your things and getting out.
When you walked into the house you couldn’t spot Melo anywhere but your attention was quickly taken away from trying to find him when you felt an arm snake around your waist. You looked up at Shareef, a smile spreading across your face.
“Hey!” You greeted.
“Hey. You look good.” He replied, pulling you into a quick side hug. “Those shoes are fire.”
“Thank you.”
“I didn’t think you were coming still. You read my text and didn’t reply.”
“Oh! My bad I just.. I got distracted on my way here.”
“Uh huh. You came with your boy?” He asked referring to Melo.
“Yeah.”
“He just walked in here looking mad at the world. Y’all had an argument or sum in the car?”
Shareef started to walk you around the house, away from the main party.
“Something like that. We just didn’t see eye to eye on something.. can we not talk about him, I’m here with you right now, I want to focus on you.” You looked up at Shareef, smiling.
For the next couple hours you hung out with Shareef in the backyard by the fire pit. There were a couple chairs set up in a circle around it so the both of you made yourselves welcome. The two of you talked about any and everything, only leaving to go refill your drinks a few times throughout the night.
“So that’s why I decided to do indisciplinary studies instead of just majoring in one thing.”
You nodded as Shareef finished telling you about his college plans. You liked that he was so goal focused and not all of his goals in life pertained to having a career in the nba like his dad.
“So-” you were cut off by the sound of a familiar voice.
“Yo!”
Both you and Shareef turned to be met with his friend Josh Christopher who you’ve only met a handful of times, another 2 friends you didn’t know and.. Melo.. with a girl under his arm. They all had girls with them but Melo stuck out to you the most.
“Y’all mind if we sit?” Josh asked, already picking a chair and sitting down.
“Go ahead.” Reef said and you just smiled politely watching all of them sit and pull the girls they were with into their laps since there weren’t enough chairs.
You crossed your ankles, feeling uncomfortable as Melo took a seat directly across from you. You still felt tense about the argument the two of you had earlier but he didn’t seem to care much anymore as he was feeling up the girl, who wouldn’t stop giggling, in front of you.
Everyone started to talk as a group and you said a few things here and there but mainly kept to yourself.
“So, Reef,” Josh said getting everyone’s attention, “I don’t mean to be nosy or nothing.. but imma be nosy, what’s going on with you and her?” He nodded his head towards you.
“Whatchu mean?” Shareef laughed
“You know what I mean. Is that your girl? Is future Mrs. O’Neil in our presence?”
Shareef looked over at you, “You wanna be future Mrs. O’Neil?” He asked, a wide smile on his face.
You returned the smile and shrugged, “Maybe, maybe not. We’ll see.” You laughed. You managed to catch Melo’s glare as you turned your head. He had completely stopped giving the girl in his lap attention and his eyes were dead set on you as he wore the same expression he did in the car before he stormed out earlier.
You ignored his dirty look and him, looking back at Shareef as the two of you got back into your own conversation.
“Did I already tell you you look good tonight?” He asked as he moved closer to you.
“I believe you did.” You grinned, also moving closer to him. You had already shut Melo out of your mind.
“Well, just to let you know, you look good tonight.” He commented and you responded with a giggle, “Nah, but for real, you look good. I like your makeup and that shiny stuff you got on your lips.”
“My lipgloss?” You questioned, cocking a brow at the fact he acted as though he didn’t know what lipgloss was.
“Mhm. It smells nice. Like strawberries.”
“It’s strawberry flavored. Fun fact.”
“Does it taste like strawberries too?” He was getting very close to your face, you could almost feel his breath against you.
You leaned in, further closing the small gap between you two and whispered, “Find out.”
You were caught of guard when instead of feeling Shareef’s lips against yours you felt yourself getting pulled back and stood up. You looked back as you were quickly being dragged away from the group and of course, Melo was the one pulling you away.
He was facing the house so you couldn’t see his face.
“Melo! Let me go!” You struggled out, trying to yank your arm out of his grip, which only made him hold on tighter.
“Aye!” You looked back at the group, seeing Shareef stand up while everyone else looked amongst themselves in confusion.
Shareef grabbed your free arm making Melo stop and look back at him.
“Whatchu doing bruh? Let her go.” Reef said as he tugged you towards him.
“Imma give you 2 seconds to let go of her before I punch you dead in your shit.”
“I don’t want to fight you. We in public bro, just chill out and let her go.”
“One.”
“I know you her friend and all but you’re overdoing this shit. I know you’re not about to hit me in front of all these-”
Before Shareef could finish his sentence, one of Melo’s fists went flying at his face. Luckily, he dodged it but that didn’t stop Melo from swinging again.
“Melo! Chill out!” You placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back.
“Yo, go talk to your boy. He wildin’.” Shareef had already let you go by now.
“I will. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back.” You told him as Melo had already started pulling you away again.
“You won’t.” You heard Melo grumble as he pulled out through the back door of the house.
“Slow down!” You said as he brought you upstairs before opening a door and pushing you inside the room. The door closed and you heard a click as the door locked. He flipped on the light and you could now see he brought you into a bathroom.
You looked back at him, an angry expression on your face. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He didn’t respond as he backed you up into the counter behind you. He reached behind you and picked up a small towel and then grabbed your face. “What are you-”
“Shut the fuck up. Damn! You talk to much.” He cut you off harshly before starting to roughly wipe the lipgloss off of your lips.
“You got me all the way fucked up right now.” He continued to grumble as he flipped on the tap behind you and wet the towel before bringing it back to your lips and wiping again, “Do it taste like strawberries too? Find out,” he mocked, “I can’t believe your ass.” He grumbled as he continued to wipe.
You pushed his hand away from your mouth, “What is your issue?!”
“Don’t ask me no stupid shit like that. You know exactly what my issue is.”
“No, I don’t. I don’t see why you had to come and embarrass me in front of everyone like that.” You hit his chest which made him take a step back.
“I embarrassed you?” He said shocked, as if he wasn’t the one in the wrong.
“YES!” You said louder than you had intended for it to come out. You almost felt like crying thinking back on what had just taken place. “What is your issue today?! First you basically call me an easy hoe in the car and now this?! Did you even for a second stop to think about my feelings?!”
“No.” He shrugged, “Cause you never thought about mine. And don’t act like you didn’t say some foul shit too. Our relationship ‘was never that serious’ you remember that?”
“You can’t use that against me, you’re the one that started everything. I don’t understand why you can’t just be happy for me.”
“Be happy for you?” He made a face, “How do you expect me to be happy seeing the woman I love move on and rub that shit in my face? You want me to be happy about that? I tried to tolerate it but you want me to keep a straight face and act like it doesn’t bother me when you give another nigga attention the way you use to give me?” He stepped closer to you, now only a few centimeters separated both of your bodies, “You expect me to sit up here with a straight face as you’re about to kiss someone else? I admit, I was wrong for doing that in front of all those people but can you blame me?… I thought I could keep my shit together and be just friends with you but to be honest,”
He he cut himself off and picked you up and placed you on the counter, standing in between your legs and placed both his hands on either side of you before saying, “I didn’t want to break up to begin with. I’m greedy baby. Ion wanna share you with nobody.” His soft lips brushed against yours before capturing them in a warm kiss. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as your arms snaked around his neck.
His lips moved down to your neck, you moaned as you felt his teeth gently bite down on your skin while he kissed and sucked around the area. You already knew he’d leave a hickey. One of his hands started to creep up your shirt, gently tracing your stomach before making its way to your back and unhooked your bra. He pulled away from your neck and pulled your shirt off of you from the bottom, up and discarded it behind him before sliding each of your bra straps off your shoulders and tossing the bra on the floor like he did your shirt.
He placed his lips back on yours as his both of his hands started to fondle your breasts. He lightly squeezed the left one and pinched your right nipple with his other hand which made you squeal. He chuckled into the kiss and did it again, this time pinching both nipples harder than he had before which evoked the same sound from you.
“Be gentle, they’re sensitive.” You mumbled.
“I know,” he mumbled back, repeating the same action again, smiling as he watched you pull away from the kiss, throwing your head back slightly with your eyes shut tightly, “That’s why I like doing it.”
He brought you back into the kiss, moving his hands from your breasts (to your relief) and placed them by your sides. A moment later his hands got busy again, with his right one unzipping your jeans while the left one spread your legs further. His right hand snaked into your pants. You were dripping in anticipation, waiting to feel his fingers stroke your sensitive skin but instead he touched you from outside your panties. You felt his index finger rub your clit through the thin fabric and whimpered out needily, “Melo please,” you said breathlessly, breaking the kiss.
“Please, what?”
“Touch me.” It was torture having his finger so close but feeling so far.
Instead of doing what you asked oh so kindly for he removed his hand and went back to undressing you. He stepped back and grabbed one of your feet, untying one of your sneakers and setting it down on the ground before moving to the other one, untying the laces painfully slow. Once your sneakers were off he grabbed the waistband of your jeans and started to pull the article of clothing off of your legs. Once half your thigh was exposed he bent down and pressed a kiss on one of your thighs. “This was always my favorite part of your body.” He said quietly as he continued to pull your jeans down your legs. He pulled them off the rest of the way and let them fall to the ground after he pulled them off your ankles.
He refocused his attention back on your thighs, pressing a few, scattered, soft kisses on them as he inched back up towards your pussy. He licked your inner thigh, making you shiver before saying, “This,” he took his index finger and pressed it directly against your clit, “Is my second favorite part of you.”
Your hands grabbed the hem of your panties and tried to pull them down but he stopped you, lightly smacking away your hands and stood up straight once more.
“Melo..” you whined as you watched his lips stray farther and farther away from your pussy.
“Uh uh, no whining, you fucked up yourself.” He leaned in close, “What’s my one rule when we making love?”
“Not to touch myself.” You replied quietly, “But you were teasing.”
“That don’t matter my love.” He pecked your lips, “A rule is a rule.”
He pulled away and took off his shirt. You watched as his tanned abs and then his number 1 tattoo on his chest were exposed. He dropped his shirt on the ground and you took in his appearance for a second. His gold chains were shining under the light. You watched as he slipped off his shoes and then took a step back before waving you over and then pointing a finger down on the ground. You slid off the counter and got your knees in front of him. No words needed to be said, you knew what he wanted. You slid his slim-fit sweatpants down his legs. He made it easier for you by kicking them off his ankles.
You reached up, your hands feeling the bulge in his underwear. You looked up into his eyes, putting on your most innocent look face as your lips pressed against his tip through the fabric before you lightly drug your tongue against it. You could feel his hard on strain against the fabric as you did so. You, wanting him in your mouth already and too eager to continue teasing, pulled his underwear down his legs. His dick sprung out, almost hitting his stomach.
Your mouth hung open slightly as your eyes focused on all maybe 8 or 9 inches of his length. It throbbed slightly, some precum leaking out of the tip and down the base. Melo grabbed the base of his dick and guided it towards your lips, only needing to say “Open,” before you parted your lips and let him push each inch into your mouth.
You bobbed your head, guiding your tongue all along his length, outlining each vein, before moving it back to the tip, swirling it around. “Fuck,” he rasped out as his hands tangled in your hair, giving him a good grip on your head. He tried to push more of himself into your mouth but you stopped him, pulling back. “It can’t fit all in my mouth,” you said, using the time his dick was out of your mouth to catch your breath. “We’ll make it fit down your throat then.” He said as he pushed his shaft back into your mouth. When you felt his tip hit the back of your throat you gagged loudly to which he instructed, “Relax. Relax your throat.”
You did as he said, relaxing the best you could as you felt the tip of his dick move past the back of your throat and downward. You watched as each inch disappeared and your nose pressed against his stomach. “Good girl,” you heard him remark in a breathy moan. He pulled back again to let you breath before pushing his entire length down your throat once more. He got into rhythm, fucking your throat and guiding your head. It got sloppy quick, saliva dripping off of his dick and onto the floor and onto the both of you in the process. He thrusted down your throat one last time before cumming with a loud moan. You nearly choked as he came ropes down your throat without warning but somehow survived it without one gag. He pulled his saliva coated dick out of your mouth with a satisfied sigh and you swallowed the left over cum and saliva in your mouth.
He scooped you up and you felt yourself being set back on the counter. To your surprise he kissed you, rolling his tongue against yours as he slipped off your panties. Your juices had leaked through them and were starting to come down your legs. Something about sucking dick made you so horny. Melo’s head dipped down but you grabbed it, saying, “Just fuck me.” You didn’t even want head anymore. He did as you wanted, pressing his tip against your entrance before pushing in each inch of his dick slowly. You let out a satisfied moan, enjoying the feeling of having him back inside you after so long. He placed his head in the crook of your neck as his dick bottomed out inside you and you gripped his shoulders. You felt his lips brush against your ear before hearing, “It feels so good to be in my pussy again,” before he pulled out and thrust back in roughly, “And no other nigga better have been in it.” You let out a moan in response while shaking your head.
He fucked you like a mad man, thrusting in out of you faster and harder than you could comprehend. Your eyes started to subconsciously roll to the back of your head and your mouth hung open as a trail of endless moans left your lips. “You feel so good,” he whispered in your ear which set you off. You cleaned around his shaft, your nails gripped his back tighter and you started to cum all over his dick to which he responded with a groan saying, “You don’t know how good that feels,”
He fucked you on the counter for a few more minutes before you felt yourself getting picked up. Without missing a beat, or pulling out of you he switched your position, having you now bent over the counter. He gave your head him towards the mirror, “I want you to watch while we make love.” He leaned in close, switching the pass or his thrusts. “How does it feel?” He asked as he placed a kiss on your neck.
“I-it feels..” you struggled to get out, trying to keep your head up like he wanted.
The kisses moved from your neck to your cheek, “How it feel baby, talk to me.”
“It feels good.” You moaned out, “It feels so good daddy.”
“There you go,” he said as his thrusts picked up again. You let out another embarrassingly loud moan when you felt his fingers rub your very sensitive clit and he asked, “You love me? Hm?” Before feeling a kiss on your shoulder blade.
“Yes baby, oh my god, I love you so muchhh.”
He chuckled before using his free hand to face your face towards him. He pressed his lips against yours, trying to give you a kiss but you were moaning too much to kiss him back. He faced your head back towards the mirror, “You not letting no nigga take my place again, right?”
“Noo, never again,” you replied breathlessly before letting out another loud moan as you came everywhere once again.
“Good.” He placed a small peck on your cheek and let go of your head and moved his other hand from your pussy. He then gripped both of your arms and held them behind your back as he stood up straight and fucked you mercilessly.
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I didn’t think I’d finish this today, but here I am, hours later lmao. I hope you all enjoyed. People have been asking me to do an imagine where Melo likes his best friend and they have sex for so long lmao so I hope this satisfied those anons.
Side note: imagine Melo telling you he doesn’t want to share you with nobody else but himself 😩
Please excuse any errors. I’m tired lol.
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Sten Hugo Hiller - 627184: Mecha Combat #1156 - July 3354 Xmas
(By Sten Hugo Hiller - 627184)
Mountain Climbing Mecha Combat #1156
Brought to you by ANN
Highlighting the July 3354 Xmas
Unlike the Frontline event most had expected for the mid war event, the Gaming Authorities decreed we would have a Xmas event where only the Rudys, Trees and GiftMechs would be legal.
Not the best of news for me.
My total stock of legal Mechs consisted of two Rudy`s and five Trees, but at least some of the others were probably in even worse shape.
As for those without even one legal Mech to their name, they would be punching bags. Anyone, even those without legal Mechs of their own would get an automatic win against them. So at least this had the potential to become one giant furball.
My magnificent seven were gathered, and set out for the mountain. Once there we grabbed a spot on the slopes and......
Blackout. The connection from the fringe to the formation went down for the nth time.
The good news was that when the connection were re-established my crew had not only held the position, they had also gotten enough footage of the (Very Limited) fighting for me to discover the winners had been:
Div 1 391+ (22 Commanders): Terry Cole, Winter`s Coming… FW (21s)
2: Daniel Scott
3: Sherriff Leary Wretham
4: Gary Muenzel
5: Bernard Johnson
6: Jeff Haas
7: Sal Vezzosi Jr
8: Fabio Favaro
9: Robert C Goetz Sr
10: Larry Vandervort
Div 2 -390 (10 Commanders): Ken Fuchs, Abominable (12h,31m)
Div 3 -297 (13 Commanders): Stroker Spot, Winter`s Coming… FW (42m,18s)
Div 4 -215 (17 Commanders): Jelloshots Suckeddown, Pandemic Legion FW (5m,51s)
Div 5 -167 (32 Commanders): Grego, Pandemic Legion FW (1h,56m)
Div 6 -113 (26 Commanders): Jack Wade, Lokta-Volterra (30m,8s)
Div 7 -85 (28 Commanders): Mike Slowinski, Emerald Dragons (29m,40s)
Div 8 -56 (15 Commanders): Melo Juk, Alternatif (1d,4h)
Div 9 -34 (22 Commanders): Zela SitoRus, alternatif (1d,6h)
Div 10 -21 (26 Commanders): Matthew Kingsbury, The Grinch Grenadiers (3h,14m)
Div 11 -10 (14 Commanders): Sensori Lykos (4h,57m)
It is hard to say how many had purely legal formations, but
7(G,3S)+2(G,S)+4(G,3S)+2(G,S)+7(G;3S)+4(G,1S)+5(G,3S)+0+0+0+0= Seven Golds, fifteen Silvers and nine Bronzes were awarded to Commanders who had at least a legal Point Mech.
Total Contestants: 229
Total medals claimed: 157 (of 165 possible)
Even compared to the popular pre-war Krampus event, seven additional Commanders showed up.
But the imbalance between the tops resulted in a total of eight Bronzes from three tops ending unclaimed. They were returned for resmelting after the award ceremony.
The last half-hour saw only a trio of Golds in play, one of them not decided until the last half-minute. Five other Golds were held for at least two hours, two of them for more than a day.
Well, it looked like the haves had claimed the top prizes on at least some of the tops, but how furious had the struggle for the lesser prizes been? The best way to find out is to take a look at the number of medals held for more than 30 minutes in this event:
.............Silvers......Bronzes
Div 1 ....2 of 4.........6 of 10
Div 2 ....2 of 4.........4 of 5
Div 3 ....4 of 4.........8 of 8
Div 4 ....1 of 4.........9 of 10
Div 5 ....1 of 4.........5 of 10
Div 6 ....4 of 4.......10 of 10
Div 7 ....2 of 4.........8 of 10
Div 8 ....3 of 4.........7 of 10
Div 9 ....3 of 4.........8 of 10
Div 10 ..4 of 4.......10 of 10
Div 11 ..4 of 4.........9 of 9
Er.. What??? Four tops (K3, K6, K10 and K11) whithout even a SINGLE medal attack? And the majority of the oponents on the lowest tops set up as automatic wins!!! Had the connection broken for most of the others as well?
The only top where the majority of the medals were in play was K5, and while the action was pretty good on Mount Olympus as well, on the other tops it varied from decent to low.
Three clans brought home a double Gold from this event:
Winter`s Coming… FW from Mount Olympus and K3, Pandemic Legion FW from K4 and K5, while alternatif secured the wins on K8 and K9. We also had an unaligned winner this time; Sensori Lykos on K11. We also had two repeat winners; Jelloshots Suckeddown from the Pandemic Legion FW on K4, while Terry Cole from Winter`s Coming...FW won on Mount Olympus, breaking his teamate, Ben Rail`s, winning streak
Upcoming event: Point Mech Panic
The traditional end of war event.
Only one Mech will fight, the one placed in the Point Mech (uppermost, rightmost) position.
Be sure to prepare the ride well, and bring plenty of hatorades, you will probably need them.
Event ends December 25 between 1800 and 1830 New York Time
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