Not all weapons have to be swords.
D5 is a Landmaster squadron based out of the Southland Megalopolis in the Republic of California
Ludicrous gats and more!
A hyper-prototype war machine intended to replace mecha, aerospace craft, and armor vehicles.
Also known as a heat ray, death ray, and thermal laser
A Neo-Soviet answer to the increasing mecha gap
A land warship from Techno Ordnance Group, intended to replace aerial warships in defensive roles.
A secret project using new ship building technology and mecha design to create 'Capital Mecha'
30 more bullets for your PCs to use or face in combat.
Largely a progressive liberal non-violent nation, the LFS is not a push-over or a door mat. It also does not rely (entirely) on the Atlantic Federation Space Navy.
Adventurers often encounter giant spiders and their webs, but what is stuck in those webs and is it worth fighting for to obtain?
The original piece of hardware for controlling a mech
A sample of helmets
7 types of mecha backpacks
A variation of the Weaponoid Program
Short for Missile Battery System, usually followed by a number denoting the number of missiles fired in each barrage
30 Shields for the PCs to use, or to face in battle when held by their foes.
Police gear produced by LawMaster Industries
7 suits for use in military ops
A wonder weapon produced during the experimental period between tanks and mecha
The party has found the source of the strange creatures roaming the countryside. The rift in this reality glows with a silver hue, rippling with the wind but never moving. They step through and are immediately assaulted with the scent of rotting meat, some have to muster all their strength not to vomit. Strange cries similar to the beasts the party had faced before can be heard in the distance. Looking around, they see they are in a forest of grey and red rather than the normal brown and green. The trees are sticky to the touch and writhe, perhaps to get away or perhaps as a warning.
The deeper the party goes, the more the forest seems to slither and move underfoot. The cries get closer and more numerous. Creatures lurk in the shadows, all the same color of their surroundings. Whatever the party came in here for, they had better do it fast.
The forest of flesh is waking up, and it is so very hungry.