Paint

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500 health, Medium (dimensions from side: 8:6 (no unit of measurement used here)), Heavy (paint is heavy), Great mobility. Interceptor, 3750 Fame. DIY looking machine; house rock.

 

Passive: If an enemy entity is “fully” colored, it changes sides and becomes friendly.

A fully painted machine must be painted at the front and back (front covers map ui and far distances from the machine, back covers other utility ui like the weapon gauge of a machine; fully colored changes the side of machine, and ui is revealed; paint effects lasts for 4 seconds (resets timer if effect is reset or augmented). Side hits cause both front and back effects to occur, though the ui is still partially visible); other items, like the droppers 

Q: Fires a barrage of high velocity paintballs, dealing up to 100 damage per second for 1 second for up to 12 meters (using icebringer as reference (estimate: 8 meters)). 2.5 second cooldown. Paints enemy entities by half.

W: Sprays a whole bucket of paint in front of the machine, fully painting a machine directly in front of it or painting a machine by half from a distance, while also painting droppers that get caught in its area (machines can block out paint from painting droppers). 60° aoe or sole contact on enemy, 10 second cooldown.

E: Rolls heated, corrosive paint with a paint roller in front of the machine while dashing, dealing 35 damage per second on contact while slowing machines that touch it by 20% until they activate autoheal. Distance and cooldown is same as Photon’s E. Does not paint enemies directly, paints droppers and nullifies any trail effects it makes contact of.

Ultimate: Fires a huge paint cannonball that takes 2 seconds to fall down and explode, fully painting anything in a massive radius. For 4 seconds, the terrain affected is covered in sticky paint, so all enemy machines that make contact of the area are slowed by 90% until the terrain reverts to normal. Deals 300 damage if too close from area of impact (includes user) (or 100 if enemy is not directly under area of impact).

 

Skin Progression: default: just a hue of blue, ^1: add shades of blue, ^2: add tints of blue, ^3: add mixtures of other colors (blue violet, turquoise). Certain color arrangements on other alterations of skins (blue skies, deep sea, j m w turner, etc.) (enemy uses red orange yellow)

 

Lore: once there was this weird guy that believes in the old ways of art. Used to be a grafitti artist and carpenter of wooden objects (it’s bamboo, but no one really cares) with a metallic touch (because no one would care otherwise) until discovering (in the wastelands) several beautiful artworks preserved in a sturdy sapphire box (transparent like glass). Along the way back, he was wandering through a large building with several floors, and saw (at the top floor) an old man that was brutally shot to death (thanks fmj), but beside him was a painting that captured his eyes like nothing before (starry night). Beside these paintings lie a paper, which was the will of the man. On the paper wrote:

“...Our blue planet is blue no more......Art and beauty an empty shell of what it was.....bring back our wonderful world.”

He forgot the rest of it, which is a given, for why would one ever remember somethig so stupid anyway? He threw it away, of course.

Later, photon came about, bringing the light to the arena. He just couldn’t help but follow in secret, like any fan, he’d say. He obviously cant get inside her base; all that was there was a panel in black with a yellow light at the edge. So he looked around, and found a primitive chip lying next to a lot of weird stuff next to it; he doesn’t fully remember everything, anyway. He doesn’t remember why he picked it up, but his best guess was that it looked familiar, which it did, since it matched with a piece of working junk from the clunker brothers that functioned like a really bad computer. He bought the computer because what he saw from it shocked him to the core. It matched with the vision of the will (he remembers it subconsciously) too perfectly, and went against the sect far too much. So he looked for how to start it.

First was paint. He had so much paint from sprays that it wasn’t a problem; in a way, he made the idea himself. Then there was the issue with how to execute it... he made tools. But eventually, he realized that no one would even think of taking their time on their first sip of drinks, so he decided to go over the top. That’s how this machine was made; a wooden, excessively laminated machine with some of the oddest meshes of scrap from the Clunker brothers, and there it was. 

All around the city, beautiful graffiti of the old world had been leaked everywhere... in a single night. Images of a world of light to several suspicious dots and lines with odd lyrics at the middle of the conglomerate of oddities were scattered everywhere. The sect were thrown off by the irreversible controversy, and eventually found him and attacked immediately, only to find nothing. They received a note that reads: outwit me in the art of sight and hearing, and i will cast my life to the arena; otherwise, i demand you to bring back the earth long forgotten. He expected defeat, and it came to him quite effortlessly. And so he locked his soul to the arena. 

One would call this a bad move, but with what he did, he could still share his artwork in the arena; it was his weapon and machine, and there was nothing to be done against it. One day, he swore to create the masterpiece that would shape the way they think, to paint the lost glory, and the beauty of the primitive past.

 

Ah... i went overkill. Eh, haha! I’ll just share it; it’d be waste to remove it all...

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