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lyss-butterscotch · 4 months
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V1 finds a weird looking dog in hell
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dravidious · 1 month
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You are certainly quite cool
After having experienced the glacial progression pace of Runeterra for so long it is THRILLING to be able to 100% an entire world in Ultrakill in a single morning. It turns out that real games don't try to drip-feed you tiny bits and pieces of progress in an attempt to take as much of your time as possible!
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birdkittenn · 4 months
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i need to learn how to play ultrakill like a madman
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petterwass · 9 months
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Really love this part of In Golden Flame
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If you are piloting the one mech that mounts a fucking capital-ship grade railcannon on it you can just... Shoot down the orbital laser that's hangs over the entire mission like a menacing sword of damocles.
That's a thing you can just do. Just blapp it out of orbit.
I adore so much that the authors put that in as an option. Especially since at this point the PC's have just gotten to Level 2 and gotten hold of their unique mech chassis' instead of the generic starter ones.
So the person riding around in their brand new HA Barbarossa will feel like they're a huge badass after using their new cool mech to shoot down a orbital death laser.
Also, I love the Barbarossa so fucking much.
It's one of my favorite mechs
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Just fucking look at it and it's anti-orbital platform railgun.
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spiderqueenpc · 1 year
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I love ULTRAKILL weapons. The audacity of them. Shotgun that you can pump until it explodes. Punchable shotgun shells that also explode. Rocket launcher that lets you surf on the rockets. Railgun? Nah. Baby shit. RailCANNON. Don't ask how it works. Doesn't matter. Can I interest you in a sawblade launcher?
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imagine the nailgun variants' children (nails) playing with the sawblade guns' children (saws) and the electric railcannon getting jealous about the happiness that the nailguns and sawblade guns get to share but then the screwdriver railcannon walks up beside the electric railcannon and lets its child, the screwdriver, play with the other children and for a second the electric and screwdriver railcannons fall in love but the screwdriver railcannon gets nervous because no one has ever loved it before so it runs away with its child never to be seen again and this is the true reason why no one uses the screwdriver variant because it distances itself emotionally and physically from people and people mistake that for hostility. but YOU can make a difference in a gun's life TODAY!
we're like one move away from writing actual electric railcannon x screwdriver fanfic
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irbcallmefynn · 3 months
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ultrakill spoilers (and a rant about the game)
Do people actually like layer 2 of act 1? It's soooo fucking BAD like holy shit every level of this layer is awful in one way or another. Either boring and unmemorable or frustrating and annoying. And the railcannon is so fucking boring to use I don't like it.
The Corpse of King Minos is also just. Not a good fight. First of all, the hand you fight first. Can barely heal off of it, so if you get hit, fuck you your starting the fight low on health. Then the fight itself, where you can also barely heal. There is one place you can reliably get blood and that's his fingers. Which are also the part most attacks come from, so if he's attacking fuck you you don't get to heal. His attacks are really hard to avoid because he's fucking giant, and the black hole homing in on you is really annoying and hard to avoid. AND WHY DOES IT HAVE TO PUT YOU ON ONE HP AND REDUCE YOUR MAX TO LIKE 10 WHYYYYYYY
so yeah. shit layer. absolutely has killed my enjoyment of the game. Not even sure if I'm gonna keep playing.
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xenodile · 6 days
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While I still haven't gotten Elegg, by an unbelievable stroke of luck I've gotten Maxwell, Laplace, and Drake among my starting roster, and I love this fucking goon squad. This trio are Syuen's personal minions, whom she markets as the "heroes" and protectors of the Ark.
First up, the face of the squad is Drake, a scary, demon-looking lady in black and red armor, whose personality of what I can only call "a gijinka of those flaming, gun-toting, motorcycle-driving skeleton memes that say corny wholesome things, with the moral sensibilities of a Disgaea demon." She wants to form a "Villain Union" because being part of the most popular squad in the entire Ark isn't enough, so she'll surpass her reputation as a hero as a villain. Except her idea of villainy is the most harmless petty stuff possible, like walking in the bike line, buying out the entire stock at a food stall so no one else can get any, or paying for a meal at a restaurant with her autograph. These actions all ultimately cause more good than any harm, which only makes her more beloved as a hero, much to her frustration. She's kind of hilarious, being an effortlessly intimidating and charismatic figure that cackles like a supervillain while also being a goody twoshoes that needs help ordering a pizza because she gets nervous when talking on the phone.
Then we've got Laplace, who are respectively a hyperactive idiot that screams about justice and being a superhero while causing massive amounts of property damage with every "heroic" action she takes. She's got gold and blue armor, and embodies the "Good Is Dumb" trope, lacking any and all common sense. She jumps through windows rather than use doors, sees every situation as a chance for her to be a hero, and uses breaking things as her go to solution to any problem. Building on fire? Blow up the surrounding buildings so the fire can't spread! Naturally her popularity is mixed as while she means well, she ends up causing more problems with her rampant collateral damage and lack of sense, but having her status as a "hero" called into question is so emotionally damaging it physically paralyzes her.
And backing them up is Maxwell, an utterly deranged mad scientist that is openly manipulating you for the sake of testing her dangerous inventions and completely defies the ideas that Nikkes need to carry out normal human activities to maintain their mental health by having fully robotic legs and a railgun directly integrated into her spine. Uncommon for many, Maxwell freely talks about her life before she volunteered to become a Nikke and how convenient it is to be free from biological processes of being human. So she can spend more time working. She has no hobbies, no friends, and doesn't even think about things like food or drink, because all her time is dedicated to squeezing more power out of gun she refers to with the same affectionate nickname as the Commander. At this point I think she's trying to trick herself into falling in love to see if that will get an extra 1% energy output in her railcannon.
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hattiestgal · 4 months
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Oh yeah, my kits!-
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Up first, Gengar! Wait... that's not a mecha kit... but hey! Gengar is easily a gen 1 fav, and overall just a silly little guy. Not much to say about em apart from the fact that in building this kit, I learned Gengar's french name is Ectoplasma, which is neat!
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Up next and returning to gundam kits- Gundam Kimaris Vidar!
Copiloted by the consciouness of an injured comrade, equipped with a drill lance, a sword, and a secret surprise tool, the Kimaris Vidar shed it's mask to act as the final opposition against Gundam Bael, a mobile suit wrongly claimed in an attempt to completely reform a massive governing body.
Retrofitted for near exclusive space use, the Kimaris Vidar is a highly mobile gundam designed to quickly close gaps with its massive lance and covering close combat with its sword OR secret drill knee. Additionally, the mobile suit's backpack acts as both as shields and thrusters. the Lance of the Kimaris Vidar is equipped with a dainsleif, an extremely high power railcannon designed to penetrate and destroy ships. The weapons have long since been outlawed, and it's technically a war crime to use one in any form of combat
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And finally- Master Grade Super Deformed Gundam Barbatos!
What can I say? I'm not big on standard super deformeds, but the master grade variant is absurd! Not only does it trump the detail of the original master grade, it fits it into such a tiny package!
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I mean, you can see the camera lenses behind this thing's eyes!
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On top of that, the kit comes with the full 4th form loadout, all appropriately scaled down for this cute little thing! Basically, color me obsessed. Oh, and-
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Don't talk to me or my child EVER again
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shuttershocky · 5 months
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What do you think of making the Swordsmachine's sword avaliable as a weapon for the player?
I theorized before that Act III will feature a limb from Swordsmachine since the last arm is colored gold, but I actually have no idea what it could possibly do. Blue is for parrying, Red for explosions, and Green for grapple hooking. What on Earth could the last arm even do.
I don't think it's going to be Swordsmachine's boomerang throw since it would hardly stand up to the utility of the three existing arms, and I don't think it's going to be a speedboost / timeslow feature because that would break Ultrakill entirely.
I think maybe they could make it a melee range Screwdriver and then rework the Screwdriver into something actually worth the railcannon cooldown? The idea of the Green Railcannon is really cool: an attack embedded into an enemy so it keeps them bleeding which lets you keep healing, but it sharing a cooldown with the other railcannons mean if you ever use it you don't have access to Blue's railcoins or Red's nuke. You're basically punishing yourself by heavily nerfing your damage output because you played bad, got cornered, and now need an enemy to keep feeding you health.
If the gold arm worked that way though and embed itself into an enemy to keep them bleeding while the Screwdriver got reworked into a full AOE debuff or something (it already prevents enemies from teleporting, maybe making it incapacitate enemy movement near the enemy pierced by the screwdriver so it acts like an AOE slow + silence?), I can see it working out.
But I'm sure Hakita will come up with something much cleverer than that
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Another question, does the archive have a breakdown room?
If you mean a room where you can go ham and destroy things, most certainly!!! 🙌😍
It's one of the most powerful enchantments I've ever done, but I have a room full of target dummies and furniture and such that resets every now and again that you can entirely destroy! Any harm that would happen to you is also greatly reduced in that room, so don't worry too much about area of effect or things like that!
Really I made it for testing out the more hazardous items in my collections, but I think it'll be just what you're looking for! If you're looking for a weapon to use, I can lend you my malicious railcannon, it's one of my faves!!! 💥💥😋💥💥
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mechimplants · 8 months
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cw: being ordered to die, asphyxiation in space, mind-melding
When a shock trooper or deckhand dies, they're respectfully stripped of augments and shipped home, cold-storage, for a closed-casket funeral. Their family weeps, and somebody in charge speaks about how these times call for bravery and sacrifice.
No such grace is given to pilots. A high-strung thing who's seen too much action gets the call, and you just stop seeing them at mess hall. If you're lucky, they get the news delivered in the bunks, so you can hug them tight and say goodbye.
Everybody knows the name: Autophage Process. We don't talk about it. But she knew it was only a matter of time, after that disastrous last deployment. Nothing to be done now.
Her comm chimed at 1100 hours. "Report to August Bell, effective immediate. Initiate Autophage Process." Took them long enough. There was nothing to be done, no place to hide on a light carrier like this. She took the stairs, avoiding the bunks. Better not to talk to anybody.
There was the Bell in its hanger, as beautiful as the day she'd first been given it to pilot. A Gratia-class air-mobility frame: four 130mm railcannons and shoulder-mounted batteries of smart-missiles. Trailing streamers of smartcloth for preternatural grace in atmosphere, dual thruster banks for unmatched power in space.
Bell extended a hand and opened its cockpit. It won't be so bad, she thought. Midshipmen tell lots of stories about pilots--why should this one be any more truthful? She slid into the harness, clipped her boots onto the footpetals, and slammed the hatch shut.
Darkness.
"August Bell, this is Pilot Cantrell. Initiate connection!"
And then the blinding light of sensors, of being, blazed across her nerves. Her legs twitched against their docking clamps, her smartcloth wings ached to soar. Fuck.
In her mind, the mech's voice. Pilot Cantrell. We will begin the Autophage Process soon. Perhaps you would like to run one more training exercise first, to calm your nerves?
She signaled assent, though she knew the frame would be reading her confusion and desperation as well. There's no point putting on a brave face to a mech.
I'm gonna miss you, Bell. A stupid thing to say. A billion times too small to say what she meant.
A training program loaded on her HUD, a simple maneuverability exercise. Ten gates, get through them all as fast as possible. The docking clamps released, the launch sequence began, and then the Bell threw itself out of the hangar and into null-G.
She forgot the dread in an instant, as she focused everything on the practiced movements. Through gate one, then kick off the carrier's hull to redirect to gate two.
It wasn't until gate 3 that she realized anything was wrong. Distantly, her base implants chimed. Oxygen. Oxygen. Oxygen. Confused, she mismanaged the thruster banks and nearly overshot the gate.
She tried to pick out her original senses amidst the sea of Bell's analytics. There were... stars? Shit. The cockpit hatch was open. She was--yes, the senses from her body were returning now. The air was being pulled from her lungs. Her tongue was swollen and tasted of blood. Her eyes--
Pilot Cantrell. Focus on the mission.
She wanted to scream, but no air came. She struggled with her harness, but her fingers were swollen and clumsy. Fuck.
It is critical that you focus on the mission. The mech said it with such certainty. She wanted to believe it.
Hell, she reasoned. It's not like i could do anything at this point.
30 seconds of hard vacuum and you were done for--a fact every recruit knew. Frostbitten hands gripped the joysticks and she dove back in, searching for the August Bell's sensorium.
They were cruising towards the fourth gate, picking up speed. She reoriented, curving a smooth arc towards the fifth. Focus on the mission. She trusted Bell.
Distantly, she felt her hands twitching, her neck lolling in the seat in response to the g-forces. Her legs were reduced to a prickling pins-and-needles sensation. Gate six. Gate seven.
There was no sensation from her body anymore. Idly, she wondered how long her brain would stay linked before it, too, was too frozen and oxygen-starved to function. Could she at least get the satisfaction of completing the exercise?
Without knowing why, she pulled up short of the next gate.
Her mech spoke. The mission is complete. There is just one thing left to do.
She understood. She reached gently into her cockpit, and pulled out her pilot--an ugly, swollen thing, blood quickly turning an ugly color under the skin. A body that was not built for vacuum like she was.
But it had served her well, in an ungainly way, hadn't it. She had fought for that body, and it had taken her through school dances, through basic training, through a few disastrous and short-lived relationships. It hardly seemed right to abandon it without ceremony.
The others--she was starting to feel them now--assented, and she ripped a small piece of her smartcloth to enfold the body. Pilots don't get funerals, she knew. But she could offer that body some grace, at least. They watched it drift away in silence.
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The new pilot was tense. E clutched the joysticks tightly, and they could all feel that e was shaking. E tried eir best to keep a steady voice on the radio. "August Bell, ready for atmospheric entry!" Then, the sudden roar of noise and light as they slammed into the atmosphere, plasma lighting up their smartcloth.
Somebody needed to calm em down. She spoke.
Pilot Das, there is no need to be worried. We're going to be incredible.
The lanky novice let out a shaky breath, but relaxed eir grip. "This is going to take some getting used to."
E doesn't know the half of it, she thought.
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kid-az · 7 months
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Palutena’s Guidance fanmade: V1 ULTRAKILL
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Pit: …….Oh, now what type of robot are yo-
Viridi: PIT, STEP AWAY FROM THAT MECHANICAL ABOMINATION NOW!
Pit: Huh?! Viridi, what’s the issue?
Palutena’s: Viridi’s right Pit. This here is V1, a machine made purely for war, designed with extreme mobility and the ability to heal itself on contact from fuel, unlike that of other machines.
Pit: Fuel? Like goddess power or solar energy?
Viridi: No, blood.
Pit: HUH?! Why would their creator’s design it to subsist entirely on blood!?
Viridi: Dunno, but it rightfully drove them to extinction along with the rest of earth’s natural life. With earth’s death, V1 and the rest of the machines delve into the afterlife to harvest the blood of its denizens, competing against one another for a limited fuel source. They are an abomination against life, and MUST be destroyed!
Palutena: Be sure to keep your distance Pit, as V1 can heal itself through close contact hits on you. Should you be forced to engage in melee with it, be sure to dodge as many hits from them as possible, and be aware of it’s feedbacker arm, which it can use to parry your attacks.
Viridi: Yeah, and be sure to run off when that abomination starts throwing coins in the air!
Pit: …Coins?
Palutena: They can ricochet blasts of energy off of them, as well as punch them right at you. And should V1 pull out it’s powerful electric railcannon… just know you’ll probably be turned into fried chicken if the blast hits you.
Pit: Well I won’t let that happen! As the righteous hand of Lady Palutena, I shall REND THEM APART!
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retphienix · 2 months
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Look, I'm not one of those weirdos going around saying everything in the game is wrong/overtuned/undertuned/badly designed/etc etc etc
But.
I do have some complaints, and one of them is that the breach feature could use "some small" touch ups lol
Like I don't think EVERY bug being able to do it feels right- I prefer how the bots handle that.
And I think it needs some more leeway on when it's cancelled because most of the time you'll spot the signal bug, kill them, and it still "counts" and you're stuck dealing with a breach because you weren't able to kill them in 0.01 seconds.
But for now I just wanna say maybe, just perhaps possibly maybe, a bug with their head blown off shouldn't be able to do it lmao
Maybe.
Also, orbital railcannon remains the funniest way to say "Actually, no thank you" to single charger encounters.
Also, Nerf energy shield. I only found out yesterday that this thing is way better than it first appears in ways it REALLY shouldn't be, nerf this thing lol.
I'm gonna enjoy it while I can (having just found out) but still, why does the PROJECTILE SHIELD block MELEE ATTACKS lol
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hrodvitnon · 5 months
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Some people brought up Ladon being a lot like Minus One Goji in temperament, and I definitely think that fits - especially when you factor in that M1 Goji's atomic breath rips his body apart each time he uses it due to its strength - it functions more like a railcannon than the standard atomic breath. So Apex probably designed Ladon's similarly and it causes him immense pain even as he regenerates - he'll eventually grow out of it, but it really doesn't help his anger issues.
Once again Apex can't just leave well enough alone; I can see Ladon preferring close quarters brawling and only fires his atomic breath when push REALLY comes to shove or as a "end this fight right damn NOW" finishing move, since the extreme pain from launching it will leave him open for an attack.
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It all started when grian touched my redstone…
Grian you are dead. Nothing can save you from the goat who made a remote anvil launcher, charged creeper launchers and a supersonic arrow railcannon.
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