low and behold Lil' Timmy. the spawn of drinking really, really old port and playing Halo till 3 in the morning with my buddy Paul. After our thumbs cramped up, we flipped to cable and low an behold an episode of Robo-wars was on. Leaning over to Paul, I drunkenly said,"betcha I could build a robot that could kick your robots ass!" Contracts, rules and a due date were drawn up, and the pictures below explain it all, kinda. More Videos to be posted soon.
Video of the turret testing is complete, video of the battle will be up in a day or two as it has to be edited, too long to upload at 16 minutes
Safety alert: All though this is merely a photo instructable, I must stress the danger of building something like this. My augur could easily kill someone, the rockets could literally poke an eye out, not to mention some brain tissue. My buddies flamethrower is a very very bad dream waiting to happen. Use extreme caution when working on anything like this, safety glasses, thick gloves, protective clothing, hearing protection, and always when working with metal, a full face shield. Even something as simple as the chain drive on the wheelchair motors, all though it wont kill you, your hand going through the gears is gonna be hamburger. In addition never mix 10 year old port and xbox, your just asking for it.
When my friend Paul moved up to Kitimat as a summer student he was forced to leave his child hood friend behind, his dog daisy - aka his kryptonite. Now just like any group of friends do, when your bored you start doing mama jokes. I always chose to pick on his nationality as both of Paul's parents are from Ireland. His mom drinking baileys in the kitchen till she passed out were always good for a laugh at Paul's expense. The concept behind all this is to semi-convince Paul that we convinced his mom in a drunken stupor to fed-ex us his dog, to ease his home sickness. The Daisy seen below was constructed of a plywood skeleton cut aviation style, sheathed with hundreds of cardboard scales hot glued to shape and scale. Had to give the local postal office credit as they gave me official mail labels for free to post all over it. The Daisy parcel would then be dangled upside down on a long rod, forcing Paul to use his own robots weapons on his beloved childhood friend to get at my robot. Cue the evil laughter, muuuwawhahahaaaahaahaaa.
Note: all of this is in good humor, we both have a twisted sense of humor. If I thought any of this would actually hurt his feelings, it would be halted immediately.
Paul's robot was named Brutus, the Irish OVERLOAD. His main weapon was his flame thrower, basically a fuel pump that resided in his robots shell that squirted out gasoline into a path of sparks provided by a roof mounted angle grinder. Some small rockets mounted on the side were mostly for show.
Lastly a word on our "robots" - OK, they are not real robots, as per the Wikipedia definition found below
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