Mecha Chaotic spreads to the XRP universe.
Scouting Prototypes: X Raptor Punks
"You aren't going to miss out on the adventure are you?"
- Eddie Corbett
Supply: 1000
Price: 19 XRP
- Eddie Corbett
Supply: 1000
Price: 19 XRP
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Into the XRPL
Eddie Corbett, practically buzzing with unhinged glee, slammed a fist on the scratched metal table. “Alright, you lot! Listen up! Feast your eyes on my masterpiece!” He gestured with a wild flourish towards three reinforced pens. Inside, Raptors stalked, but these weren't your average dino-chompers.
"Behold! The X-Raptor Punks!" Eddie roared. One was a riot of electric blue scales, studded with chrome spikes and sporting a mohawk of razor-sharp, metallic feathers. Another was a blaze of scorched orange, with glowing, jet-black claws and what looked suspiciously like a safety pin through its snout. The third, a deep crimson, had a chain of scavenged gears draped around its neck like a twisted necklace, and its eyes glowed with an unnerving, internal light.
"I took your basic, boring Raptor," Eddie continued, pacing like a caged beast himself, "and cranked the dial to eleven! Cerebro-Chips, baby! Pumped 'em full of personality, gave 'em an attitude upgrade. Each one's a unique cocktail of chaos!
"He pointed to a shimmering, multiversal portal, crackling with raw power behind him. "And we're sending 'em on a little road trip. Through that! Into the 'X-R-P Universe'. A whole new playground, completely off the grid!
"Eddie leaned in, his voice a conspiratorial hiss. "These ain't tourists, they're scouts. An advance party! They're gonna tear into this new universe, sniff around, see what makes it tick. And thanks to these fancy chips," he tapped his temple, grinning like a madman, "I'll be right there with 'em, virtually. Seeing what they see, feeling what they feel."
"We're probing, see?" Eddie explained, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Sending in the Punks to test the waters. What's the lay of the land? What's the vibe? Are there any… locals? What kind of… demand is there for a little… curated anarchy?
"He threw his arms wide, his grin bordering on maniacal. "It's a full-frontal assault of data gathering! A reconnaissance mission! Gauging the… appetite of this new universe. Seeing if they're ready for our brand of… beautiful mayhem!
"He pointed a grease-stained finger at the portal. "Alright, you magnificent, punk-rock reptiles! Time to unleash some chaos!" And with a roar that was half-encouragement, half-sheer, unadulterated madness, the X-Raptor Punks charged into the unknown. The experiment had begun.
"Behold! The X-Raptor Punks!" Eddie roared. One was a riot of electric blue scales, studded with chrome spikes and sporting a mohawk of razor-sharp, metallic feathers. Another was a blaze of scorched orange, with glowing, jet-black claws and what looked suspiciously like a safety pin through its snout. The third, a deep crimson, had a chain of scavenged gears draped around its neck like a twisted necklace, and its eyes glowed with an unnerving, internal light.
"I took your basic, boring Raptor," Eddie continued, pacing like a caged beast himself, "and cranked the dial to eleven! Cerebro-Chips, baby! Pumped 'em full of personality, gave 'em an attitude upgrade. Each one's a unique cocktail of chaos!
"He pointed to a shimmering, multiversal portal, crackling with raw power behind him. "And we're sending 'em on a little road trip. Through that! Into the 'X-R-P Universe'. A whole new playground, completely off the grid!
"Eddie leaned in, his voice a conspiratorial hiss. "These ain't tourists, they're scouts. An advance party! They're gonna tear into this new universe, sniff around, see what makes it tick. And thanks to these fancy chips," he tapped his temple, grinning like a madman, "I'll be right there with 'em, virtually. Seeing what they see, feeling what they feel."
"We're probing, see?" Eddie explained, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Sending in the Punks to test the waters. What's the lay of the land? What's the vibe? Are there any… locals? What kind of… demand is there for a little… curated anarchy?
"He threw his arms wide, his grin bordering on maniacal. "It's a full-frontal assault of data gathering! A reconnaissance mission! Gauging the… appetite of this new universe. Seeing if they're ready for our brand of… beautiful mayhem!
"He pointed a grease-stained finger at the portal. "Alright, you magnificent, punk-rock reptiles! Time to unleash some chaos!" And with a roar that was half-encouragement, half-sheer, unadulterated madness, the X-Raptor Punks charged into the unknown. The experiment had begun.