Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?

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You are Gigantor!

Born in 1963, You are possibly the original colossal death robot, being one of the patriarchs of the current crop, and definitely an advocate of old-skool enemy-bashing. Why use a clumsy particle weapon when you can create supernovas just by flexing your arms? Your one minor weakness is that you are entirely dominated by some kid with a remote contol - still, don't let it get you down. You can sink a nuclear submarine with jazz music.
 
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Vast, red and ready to turn into a lorry at the slightest provocation, you are a robot to be reckoned with. Although sickeningly noble, you just can't resist a good interplanetary war, especially when Orson Welles is involved. You have friends who can shoot tapes from their chests. Tapes that turn into panthers. And other friends who are dinosaurs. Dinosaurs who jump out of planes. Will you have my children?
 
Holy Prime Directive, you're Robocop!

Well, you're neither colossal, nor technically a robot, but your arthritic lurching and dubious morals have found their way into the hearts of futuristic rebels and children everywhere. You walk through fire, catch bullets from the air, and you never, ever smile. Combine this with an abstract, almost random concept of duty and honour, and you have a police officer one cannot fail to adore.

Thank you, Robocop.


You can protect the innocent with the following police badge

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Wow.....I'm Megatron......how ironic........

Scowling wilfully towards Autobot City, you're Megatron!


Look in a mirror and feel the evil. Then eat the mirror. You eat mirrors for breakfast. You are a badass death robot. You busted on Optimus Prime. You. Are. Megatron. Go outside and burn some animals, because you're worth it.

Declare your pre-Galvatron-ness with the following non-heat-sensitive emblem:


Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?
 
Drat. I was matched with Gigantor, as well. I was hoping for the giant robot guy whose forearms could shoot out & fly around. If childhood memory serves, he could exhale frost or some such through his grill of a mouth and he had a female sidekick with breast-rockets (made perfect sense to a little kid!) and a big, fat male sidekick robot who was constantly losing his loose head. Alas. :wink:
 
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Check it out, you're an ABC Warrior!

In bars frequented by colossal death robots, you're always the quiet guy at the back who no-one ever bothers. And for good reason. You've fought in several nuclear wars, could beat the sun in a staring match, and have a chin larger than many articles of furniture. Morals are not a concept you understand, but strangely enough, nobody ever questions your judgement. Usually because they're dead. Even Judge Dredd wets himself when you turn up. Grrrr.
 
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Hey ho, you're Calibretto!

Kick. Arse.

Five metric tonnes of hulking, steam powered robo-meat, you are the pin-up boy for death robot technology. Although you are in fact a war golem, you know how to use a minigun, and you can benchpress small settlements. Relatively new to the colossal death robot scene, you were first pencilled by comic legend Joe Maduriera in 1998. Sensitive, stylish, and yet still massive, if you were female and not made of iron I would probably propose to you.

I don't know who that is....
Side note: is it just me, or does the phrase "mortal combat" look entirely wrong when it's spelled correctly?
 
Holy Voltron rip-off, you're Megazord!


You own being huge. You are the hugest guy around, without a doubt. Even really huge people whimper at your hugeness. And you are made of really huge robot dinosaurs. Huge. You are so huge it takes five power rangers to control you. And you can mash anything. Even mounds of foam rubber the size of cities. Because you're huge. Sorted.

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Scowling wilfully towards Autobot City, you're Megatron!


Look in a mirror and feel the evil. Then eat the mirror. You eat mirrors for breakfast. You are a badass death robot. You busted on Optimus Prime. You. Are. Megatron. Go outside and burn some animals, because you're worth it.

hell yea. i always like megatron. optimus was cool, but he always had that, i dont know, "good" thing going on.
 
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Can it, you're Bender!

In the robot world, you are a bit of a lightweight in the colossal death league, but you do mutter "kill all humans" in your sleep - and after all, it's the thought that counts. We love you because you drink, steal, smoke cigars and gamble away things that aren't even yours. You've got what it takes. You're the right stuff.

Ha, bite my shiny metal ass.
 
[quote name='st0neface']
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Check it out, you're an ABC Warrior!

In bars frequented by colossal death robots, you're always the quiet guy at the back who no-one ever bothers. And for good reason. You've fought in several nuclear wars, could beat the sun in a staring match, and have a chin larger than many articles of furniture. Morals are not a concept you understand, but strangely enough, nobody ever questions your judgement. Usually because they're dead. Even Judge Dredd wets himself when you turn up. Grrrr.[/QUOTE]

same here :cool:
 
[quote name='RBM']Drat. I was matched with Gigantor, as well. I was hoping for the giant robot guy whose forearms could shoot out & fly around. If childhood memory serves, he could exhale frost or some such through his grill of a mouth and he had a female sidekick with breast-rockets (made perfect sense to a little kid!) and a big, fat male sidekick robot who was constantly losing his loose head. Alas. :wink:[/QUOTE]

You're thinking of Mazinger Z and the robot with the breast missiles was Aphrodite A (and subsequently the newer versions - Diana A [also had breast missiles] and Minerva X [has breasts that shot fire]).
 
Scowling wilfully towards Autobot City, you're Megatron!

Look in a mirror and feel the evil. Then eat the mirror. You eat mirrors for breakfast. You are a badass death robot. You busted on Optimus Prime. You. Are. Megatron. Go outside and burn some animals, because you're worth it.

Declare your pre-Galvatron-ness with the following non-heat-sensitive emblem:

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[quote name='doraemonkerpal']Holy Prime Directive, you're Robocop!

Well, you're neither colossal, nor technically a robot, but your arthritic lurching and dubious morals have found their way into the hearts of futuristic rebels and children everywhere. You walk through fire, catch bullets from the air, and you never, ever smile. Combine this with an abstract, almost random concept of duty and honour, and you have a police officer one cannot fail to adore.

Thank you, Robocop.


You can protect the innocent with the following police badge

robocop.jpg
[/QUOTE]

Me too.
 
[quote name='argyle']Holy Voltron rip-off, you're Megazord!


You own being huge. You are the hugest guy around, without a doubt. Even really huge people whimper at your hugeness. And you are made of really huge robot dinosaurs. Huge. You are so huge it takes five power rangers to control you. And you can mash anything. Even mounds of foam rubber the size of cities. Because you're huge. Sorted.

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[/QUOTE]

Me too.
 
ABC Warrior for me.

abcwarrior.jpg

Check it out, you're an ABC Warrior!

In bars frequented by colossal death robots, you're always the quiet guy at the back who no-one ever bothers. And for good reason. You've fought in several nuclear wars, could beat the sun in a staring match, and have a chin larger than many articles of furniture. Morals are not a concept you understand, but strangely enough, nobody ever questions your judgement. Usually because they're dead. Even Judge Dredd wets himself when you turn up. Grrrr.
 
Haven't seen this one yet.


Sonic 2 Final Boss!

Set sail for the end zone, 'cause you're the Sonic 2 Final Boss!

You were the first colossal death robot I ever defeated, but don't be disheartened. You may just be a fat smelly bloke in a colossal robot exterior, but thousands and thousands of theoretical blue hedgehogs have been bludgeoned into fetid jam by your titanic feet. Learn to love yourself, and you will learn to love the world.

Smite the hedgehogs of the world with the following death logo:
 
[quote name='BigSpoonyBard']Crap, there's a lot of us Megatron folks around here. Scary...[/QUOTE]

Add 1 more. I, too, relish the destruction of those accursed Autobots.
 
[quote name='st0neface']
abcwarrior.jpg
Check it out, you're an ABC Warrior!

In bars frequented by colossal death robots, you're always the quiet guy at the back who no-one ever bothers. And for good reason. You've fought in several nuclear wars, could beat the sun in a staring match, and have a chin larger than many articles of furniture. Morals are not a concept you understand, but strangely enough, nobody ever questions your judgement. Usually because they're dead. Even Judge Dredd wets himself when you turn up. Grrrr.[/QUOTE]

ditto
 
I am Homer Simpson of the future!

Can it, you're Bender!

In the robot world, you are a bit of a lightweight in the colossal death league, but you do mutter "kill all humans" in your sleep - and after all, it's the thought that counts. We love you because you drink, steal, smoke cigars and gamble away things that aren't even yours. You've got what it takes. You're the right stuff.

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[quote name='argyle']Holy Voltron rip-off, you're Megazord!


You own being huge. You are the hugest guy around, without a doubt. Even really huge people whimper at your hugeness. And you are made of really huge robot dinosaurs. Huge. You are so huge it takes five power rangers to control you. And you can mash anything. Even mounds of foam rubber the size of cities. Because you're huge. Sorted.

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[/QUOTE]
Me too. Kick ass.
 
I'm Robocop, which is odd considering I hold the name of a Gundam pilot. Then again, when you're Robocop you get a car with a siren and a nice shiny badge.
 
Scowling wilfully towards Autobot City, you're Megatron!

Look in a mirror and feel the evil. Then eat the mirror. You eat mirrors for breakfast. You are a badass death robot. You busted on Optimus Prime. You. Are. Megatron. Go outside and burn some animals, because you're worth it.

Declare your pre-Galvatron-ness with the following non-heat-sensitive emblem:

e.jpg
 
[quote name='Doylerulez']
bender.jpg


Can it, you're Bender!

In the robot world, you are a bit of a lightweight in the colossal death league, but you do mutter "kill all humans" in your sleep - and after all, it's the thought that counts. We love you because you drink, steal, smoke cigars and gamble away things that aren't even yours. You've got what it takes. You're the right stuff.

Ha, bite my shiny metal ass.[/QUOTE]


Hey i am a Bender too! Let's kill all the humans baby!!
 
You are Optimus Prime!

Vast, red and ready to turn into a lorry at the slightest provocation, you are a robot to be reckoned with. Although sickeningly noble, you just can't resist a good interplanetary war, especially when Orson Welles is involved. You have friends who can shoot tapes from their chests. Tapes that turn into panthers. And other friends who are dinosaurs. Dinosaurs who jump out of planes. Will you have my children?


I wish i was the iron giant though... *sigh*, a guy can dream right?
 
I am:
Set sail for the end zone, 'cause you're the Sonic 2 Final Boss!

You were the first colossal death robot I ever defeated, but don't be disheartened. You may just be a fat smelly bloke in a colossal robot exterior, but thousands and thousands of theoretical blue hedgehogs have been bludgeoned into fetid jam by your titanic feet. Learn to love yourself, and you will learn to love the world.

Smite the hedgehogs of the world with the following death logo:

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