Right now the game is being released and printed in Spanish, but soon you'll be able to buy it in english.
I leave you with some pictures of the game and the new miniatures and art.
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Mekawing Z: A new level of Mecha combat
Long time not posting on the english blog, for it's all good as we can finally announce the launch of Mekawing Z, a new version of Mekawing that (hopefully) finally delivers the cinematic gameplay we have been looking for since the beginning of the development of Mekawing.
Right now the game is being released and printed in Spanish, but soon you'll be able to buy it in english.
I leave you with some pictures of the game and the new miniatures and art.
Right now the game is being released and printed in Spanish, but soon you'll be able to buy it in english.
I leave you with some pictures of the game and the new miniatures and art.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Mekawing 0.2
Meme Studios is proud to announce Mekawing 0.2, with key improvements to its Damage system, and new and striking designs (which sadly still lack original illustrations).
Additionally, we're working with new formats and ideas that will allow Mekawing to get to your gaming table sooner, and with great and interesting options.
find below an image of the new designs,
KX
Additionally, we're working with new formats and ideas that will allow Mekawing to get to your gaming table sooner, and with great and interesting options.
find below an image of the new designs,
KX
Thursday, April 24, 2008
[9] Beach Head – Hive Regime: Kim Dak-ho
Far, very far away, a Ryu Z-9 equipped with a last generation Tactical Module –a Corpnation-era AWAC with the ability to identify and trace up to ten thousand moving targets simultaneously- detects unusual –or rather quite usual- activity.
“Sir, we have recon's last report”, heard Kim Dak-ho through the frequency transponder implanted on his cranium. In the middle of an arid desert adorned only by a tatami and a Samjeongdo sword, Captain Kim Dak-ho sits in meditation, contemplating the sword that he got for his promotion to Captain raising from the ground like solemn but inexistent tent stake. The Captain’s meditations have been interrupted by a very important report.
“Today, at 0800 local time, an unidentified unit breached the perimeter of a Sphere Tiger patrol unit. The patrol unit was making the same patrol routes established since their camp began operations here four days ago”, explained Captain Dak-ho to a camera that transmitted to his superiors who only showed their silhouette through the multiple virtual screens surrounding Captain Dak-ho’s tele-presence equipment in his tent. “The unknown unit used an advanced optical reflection and thermal manipulation system that made virtually invisible to the Tigers’ sensors.”
As Kim sits in a perfect Zen position, a virtual screen floating in front of him shows a scene in which a Sphere Tiger is slashed in two by an Energy Weapon swung by a undistinguishable shadow.
“Referential analysis of the unit’s heat trail, optical correction, and wave emission shows that the attacking Meka belongs to the Technocratic Confederation. It was definitely being piloted by the Gaijin”, said Dak-ho, completing his report.
“The Gaijin is here?” said an evidently altered voice that emanated from the nameless faces on the virtual screens. With shame and defeat on his face, Dak-ho gravely responded, “Yes.”
“He must have new information on our target”, continued another faceless voice. “We must observe him carefully until he guides us to it”, said yet another voice, “but we must take care not to allow him to have any contact with Koyashi. It is too dangerous”.
“We will double protection measures around Koyashi. No unauthorized contact will be allowed”, replied the Captain immediately. “How should we handle the escalation that will follow this attack?” asked Dak-ho, seeking authorization rather than an answer.
“Take all measures necessary to achieve our objective”, said the faceless voices in unison.
“Yes, Sir.”, said Kim Dak-ho, taking the Samjeongdo sword that had remained staked in front of him in his Zen meditation position, while giving verbal commands to activate his Ryu Z-9 using his frequency transponder implant.
“Sir, we have recon's last report”, heard Kim Dak-ho through the frequency transponder implanted on his cranium. In the middle of an arid desert adorned only by a tatami and a Samjeongdo sword, Captain Kim Dak-ho sits in meditation, contemplating the sword that he got for his promotion to Captain raising from the ground like solemn but inexistent tent stake. The Captain’s meditations have been interrupted by a very important report.
“Today, at 0800 local time, an unidentified unit breached the perimeter of a Sphere Tiger patrol unit. The patrol unit was making the same patrol routes established since their camp began operations here four days ago”, explained Captain Dak-ho to a camera that transmitted to his superiors who only showed their silhouette through the multiple virtual screens surrounding Captain Dak-ho’s tele-presence equipment in his tent. “The unknown unit used an advanced optical reflection and thermal manipulation system that made virtually invisible to the Tigers’ sensors.”
As Kim sits in a perfect Zen position, a virtual screen floating in front of him shows a scene in which a Sphere Tiger is slashed in two by an Energy Weapon swung by a undistinguishable shadow.
“Referential analysis of the unit’s heat trail, optical correction, and wave emission shows that the attacking Meka belongs to the Technocratic Confederation. It was definitely being piloted by the Gaijin”, said Dak-ho, completing his report.
“The Gaijin is here?” said an evidently altered voice that emanated from the nameless faces on the virtual screens. With shame and defeat on his face, Dak-ho gravely responded, “Yes.”
“He must have new information on our target”, continued another faceless voice. “We must observe him carefully until he guides us to it”, said yet another voice, “but we must take care not to allow him to have any contact with Koyashi. It is too dangerous”.
“We will double protection measures around Koyashi. No unauthorized contact will be allowed”, replied the Captain immediately. “How should we handle the escalation that will follow this attack?” asked Dak-ho, seeking authorization rather than an answer.
“Take all measures necessary to achieve our objective”, said the faceless voices in unison.
“Yes, Sir.”, said Kim Dak-ho, taking the Samjeongdo sword that had remained staked in front of him in his Zen meditation position, while giving verbal commands to activate his Ryu Z-9 using his frequency transponder implant.
[8] Beach Head – Technocratic Confederation: Loki
Two Tigers rose over 40 feet high over the streets in one of many pre Exodus Metropolis, now in ruins. On regular patrol duty, their rookie pilots discussed the camp’s food and their desire to get back to their colonies.
“I’ve been looking for you for years. You fled me too many years ago, and now I know where you are. Don’t hide from me. Don’t deny me.”
One of the Tigers stopped. His partner moved on distractedly, trying to finish his patrol quickly, so he could get some rest. The Tiger increased its electromagnetic registry as it released an active ping in search of the shadow that his infra-thermal sensors seemed to capture. His partner continued to move on, turning on a building that might have been a bank in the times when it housed some kind of life.
“These idiots want to separate us now. They want to capture you, destroy you, or take advantage of you. Not me, my children, I come to join you. I come to give you your proper space in this empty world of Corpnations.”
In the silence of his cabin, the lone Tiger pilot observed how his sensors reported complete normality around him. There was nothing on thermal, electromagnetic or visuals. This “nothingness” raised the hairs on the back of his neck.
“Worry not, I shall protect you, my children. I will find you and take you with me, back to the stars where you rightfully belong.”
Despite the sophistication of the Tiger’s sensors or his pilot’s awareness, he could never have detected the shadow rising behind him. A laser blade’s beam raised over his head in full power and, with a swift and mortal blow, the laser trail cut the Tiger’s cabin in half.
“Worry not. I will protect you”, thought Loki, while his Meka - Pluto - hid again from the sensors of the Mekas around him using its custom camouflage equipment.
An alarm went off on the Sphere campsite: a Tiger was reporting the destruction of his partner's Meka, and just when he was sending their coordinates, the transmission was abruptly cut off…
“I’ve been looking for you for years. You fled me too many years ago, and now I know where you are. Don’t hide from me. Don’t deny me.”
One of the Tigers stopped. His partner moved on distractedly, trying to finish his patrol quickly, so he could get some rest. The Tiger increased its electromagnetic registry as it released an active ping in search of the shadow that his infra-thermal sensors seemed to capture. His partner continued to move on, turning on a building that might have been a bank in the times when it housed some kind of life.
“These idiots want to separate us now. They want to capture you, destroy you, or take advantage of you. Not me, my children, I come to join you. I come to give you your proper space in this empty world of Corpnations.”
In the silence of his cabin, the lone Tiger pilot observed how his sensors reported complete normality around him. There was nothing on thermal, electromagnetic or visuals. This “nothingness” raised the hairs on the back of his neck.
“Worry not, I shall protect you, my children. I will find you and take you with me, back to the stars where you rightfully belong.”
Despite the sophistication of the Tiger’s sensors or his pilot’s awareness, he could never have detected the shadow rising behind him. A laser blade’s beam raised over his head in full power and, with a swift and mortal blow, the laser trail cut the Tiger’s cabin in half.
“Worry not. I will protect you”, thought Loki, while his Meka - Pluto - hid again from the sensors of the Mekas around him using its custom camouflage equipment.
An alarm went off on the Sphere campsite: a Tiger was reporting the destruction of his partner's Meka, and just when he was sending their coordinates, the transmission was abruptly cut off…
[7] Beach Head – Technocratic Confederation: Balder.
If Sif thought I was going to leave her alone with Loki, she was sadly mistaken. Loki’s glare alone would make me bite my lip in shame, and I would no longer be able to fulfill my duties, knowing that I had failed so utterly. It was hard enough to keep my chair before Loki joined the Council, and now it is almost impossible, all with the chaos, insubordination, and internal strife, that he is capable of conjuring even –or so it seems- without intention. I know he has been up to something for a while, but even my most shrewd investigators have not been able to put their finger on it. Maybe his unexpected company on this “excursion” will help me find out what he is scheming, and finally have him expelled from the Council.
But this will have to wait. In the meantime, I must get some rest. Even with the latest technology on friction fracture propellers, it is always uncomfortable to travel from Valhalla –on the Europe orbit- all the way to Earth, especially when all you’ve got is the strange world of your Meka’s pilot cabin. This cabin resembles a polymer placenta, to which I connect my conscience through a fiber optics cable that turns the Meka, the ship, the clones, and all the equipment around me into a part of myself, or rather, into me.
But as I swim in this unpleasant protein liquid, scientifically designed to taste like chicken…
[Aegis, simulation load SIF-00X]
[LOADING SIMULATION]
“Earth, the breathtaking pearl of the Solar System that harbored the terrestrial race in their childhood, before their emancipation to space and its infinite natural resources…”
[Sif, always a poet]
“…During the first few centuries after Exodus, the planet has shown virtually no indication of recovery (see Midgard Report XXCXCX-045). With an atmosphere charged mainly with carbon monoxide, its entire surface deserted, nearly every water source polluted, and scarce fauna, it is very difficult to establish the existence of any activity that would interest the strategic plans of the Council. The following are a series of virtual modules where you may interact with the different forces that currently affect the terrestrial ecosystem.”
[Aegis, stop the presentation. Load presentation SIF-00Z]
[LOADING PRESENTATION]
“Special Report 00Z on the changing conditions in Earth’s atmosphere. The analysis of data collected by the Ullr catheter, and cross-check with data previously gathered by Hugin and Munin (jointly referred to as “Crow”), evidences the presence of unusual atmospheric activity in the areas surrounding the African Continent. Over the last few years, there has been an unexpected recovery of the area’s flora, which has improved the levels of oxygen, and brought about other ‘cascade’ effects that seem to be restoring the planet’s ecosystem.”
[And what the hell does this have to do with Loki’s line of research?]
[I AM SORRY. I NEED MORE INFORMATION TO PROCESS THIS REQUEST]
[Classify as rhetorical. Proceed with the presentation]
“Preliminary analysis shows an unusual concentration of electromagnetic charge and other as yet unidentified sub-particles in the area affected by the atmospheric change. Further Council support is required to extend the scope of this research. Following are the models and data gathered from the above mentioned sources.”
[ACCESS DETAILED INFORMATION?]
[No. Draft a report on Loki’s projects, cross-check with any acquisition of quantum technology equipment. Highlight projects related with biochemical projects]
[DRAFTING REPORT. ESTIMATED TIME OF READINESS 8h36m54s]
[Perfect. Time to get some sleep…]
But this will have to wait. In the meantime, I must get some rest. Even with the latest technology on friction fracture propellers, it is always uncomfortable to travel from Valhalla –on the Europe orbit- all the way to Earth, especially when all you’ve got is the strange world of your Meka’s pilot cabin. This cabin resembles a polymer placenta, to which I connect my conscience through a fiber optics cable that turns the Meka, the ship, the clones, and all the equipment around me into a part of myself, or rather, into me.
But as I swim in this unpleasant protein liquid, scientifically designed to taste like chicken…
[Aegis, simulation load SIF-00X]
[LOADING SIMULATION]
“Earth, the breathtaking pearl of the Solar System that harbored the terrestrial race in their childhood, before their emancipation to space and its infinite natural resources…”
[Sif, always a poet]
“…During the first few centuries after Exodus, the planet has shown virtually no indication of recovery (see Midgard Report XXCXCX-045). With an atmosphere charged mainly with carbon monoxide, its entire surface deserted, nearly every water source polluted, and scarce fauna, it is very difficult to establish the existence of any activity that would interest the strategic plans of the Council. The following are a series of virtual modules where you may interact with the different forces that currently affect the terrestrial ecosystem.”
[Aegis, stop the presentation. Load presentation SIF-00Z]
[LOADING PRESENTATION]
“Special Report 00Z on the changing conditions in Earth’s atmosphere. The analysis of data collected by the Ullr catheter, and cross-check with data previously gathered by Hugin and Munin (jointly referred to as “Crow”), evidences the presence of unusual atmospheric activity in the areas surrounding the African Continent. Over the last few years, there has been an unexpected recovery of the area’s flora, which has improved the levels of oxygen, and brought about other ‘cascade’ effects that seem to be restoring the planet’s ecosystem.”
[And what the hell does this have to do with Loki’s line of research?]
[I AM SORRY. I NEED MORE INFORMATION TO PROCESS THIS REQUEST]
[Classify as rhetorical. Proceed with the presentation]
“Preliminary analysis shows an unusual concentration of electromagnetic charge and other as yet unidentified sub-particles in the area affected by the atmospheric change. Further Council support is required to extend the scope of this research. Following are the models and data gathered from the above mentioned sources.”
[ACCESS DETAILED INFORMATION?]
[No. Draft a report on Loki’s projects, cross-check with any acquisition of quantum technology equipment. Highlight projects related with biochemical projects]
[DRAFTING REPORT. ESTIMATED TIME OF READINESS 8h36m54s]
[Perfect. Time to get some sleep…]
[6] Beach Head – Energy Sphere: Ernesto "Grandpa" Sandoval
Little is said about the times before the Exodus. None of the elementary education books of any of the Corpnations mention the events that actually took place between the final Corporate War and the moment the last orbital transport took off, or the last of the space elevator cords was severed. We all just assume that it was a moment of peace and joy, as we found a new home among the stars with our brothers, who greeted us with open arms.
My nightmares say different.
My memories are those of a child who has lived too long. A child who saw the screaming plea of the thousands of people who begged for a spot on the orbital transport, so swarmed with people that you could no longer tell the difference between one body and the next; so hot that many people’s journeys ended even before they had begun. My memories are of armed soldiers attacking their cousins, nephews, fathers, and brothers, following orders and ensuring the transport’s lift-off. My memories are horrible nightmares, and every night I wish they were only a figment of my imagination.
I am back on Earth. My nightmares are getting more intense, and the noise of the self-defense systems that unexpectedly turned on their own inhabitants once the government issued an order to “dispose of” anything that wasn’t “important”, is getting louder. My nightmare always ends on the same scene: the door closes, severing the arms of hundreds of people piling up on the other side of it, in a final attempt at surviving the ecological disaster that we had ourselves created. The feeling is not relief, or that sense of peace we have assumed overcame us given the Sphere’s educational silence, but rather of profound grief; a void; and deep shame.
Today, patrolling with the Hovertanks, I entered the edges of one of the great cities created before Exodus. A massive fortress that protected its inhabitants from the violent climatic waves: tornados, torrential rain, heat waves, and cold fronts that lashed at the planet over the last twenty years of human civilization on Earth. I went into the city through a ruptured gap apparently made by an earthquake, and finally polished by a few decades of heavy rains and hurricanes. I stood still for a second, even with all my combat years, when I saw the self-defense system’s tower still tracing my footsteps and incessantly firing its munitionless cannon. It was as if it was greeting us after almost a century of solitude. Thousands of “nobodies” surrounded the tower. “Nobody” is what the Corpnations called the millions of people who were “liberated”, and who had not had the fortune of boarding an orbital transport or a space elevator.
“Nobody” was left on Earth.
I stood there for a time. The Hovertank pilots did not come close to this place, since they did not understand the meaning of the scenery before me. After completing my sad contemplation, and a confrontation with my nightmares, I took my shotgun and, with a shot of solid pellets toward the tower I began my vengeance…
My nightmares say different.
My memories are those of a child who has lived too long. A child who saw the screaming plea of the thousands of people who begged for a spot on the orbital transport, so swarmed with people that you could no longer tell the difference between one body and the next; so hot that many people’s journeys ended even before they had begun. My memories are of armed soldiers attacking their cousins, nephews, fathers, and brothers, following orders and ensuring the transport’s lift-off. My memories are horrible nightmares, and every night I wish they were only a figment of my imagination.
I am back on Earth. My nightmares are getting more intense, and the noise of the self-defense systems that unexpectedly turned on their own inhabitants once the government issued an order to “dispose of” anything that wasn’t “important”, is getting louder. My nightmare always ends on the same scene: the door closes, severing the arms of hundreds of people piling up on the other side of it, in a final attempt at surviving the ecological disaster that we had ourselves created. The feeling is not relief, or that sense of peace we have assumed overcame us given the Sphere’s educational silence, but rather of profound grief; a void; and deep shame.
Today, patrolling with the Hovertanks, I entered the edges of one of the great cities created before Exodus. A massive fortress that protected its inhabitants from the violent climatic waves: tornados, torrential rain, heat waves, and cold fronts that lashed at the planet over the last twenty years of human civilization on Earth. I went into the city through a ruptured gap apparently made by an earthquake, and finally polished by a few decades of heavy rains and hurricanes. I stood still for a second, even with all my combat years, when I saw the self-defense system’s tower still tracing my footsteps and incessantly firing its munitionless cannon. It was as if it was greeting us after almost a century of solitude. Thousands of “nobodies” surrounded the tower. “Nobody” is what the Corpnations called the millions of people who were “liberated”, and who had not had the fortune of boarding an orbital transport or a space elevator.
“Nobody” was left on Earth.
I stood there for a time. The Hovertank pilots did not come close to this place, since they did not understand the meaning of the scenery before me. After completing my sad contemplation, and a confrontation with my nightmares, I took my shotgun and, with a shot of solid pellets toward the tower I began my vengeance…
[5] Beach Head – Energy Sphere: Alejandro "Vulture" Reyes
“Vulture!” yelled Cat from the other side of the campsite, while she argued with the newly arrived Hovertank pilots.
Alejandro seemed to be lost in space; looking around the campsite, seeming to count… No, rather seeming to evaluate all the things that were there. Their place of origin, cost, maintenance, opportunity cost, and a thousand other factors that pilots would normally take for granted when they sit on their Mekas.
“Vulture!” yelled Cat once again, as the Hovertank next to her lifted off the ground, raising a cloud of arid soil, making Cat step away from the vehicle and cover her face, her long black mane of hair waving in the sand storm.
How many officers had been bribed to get that fuel tank here? How much money had been paid under the table to clear the transport of that ammo? Who approved the inclusion of Sandoval in the team? Why go through all that trouble?
“VULTURE!” Cat’s scream was barely audible amidst the dirt cloud raised by the Hovertank. Cat was running towards Vulture while the Hovertank lined up and charged a shell into the chamber of its Magnum Veritas Revolver: a large cannon designed to make its objective stumble and fall, rather than pierce its armor, rendering it useless for as long as it took to finish it or run away from it.
This Earth is just an arid deserted dump. There’s only sand, and heat, an a damned never-ending horizon…
“VULTURE!!!” Cat kept screaming desperately; frantically running towards Vulture, gesturing for him to get out of the way. Meanwhile, the Hovertank, already charged, was lining up to shoot a colossal Jian Regime practice model. These were expected to be the most likely opposition, given the proximity of the Regime camps.
The horizon. The damned horizon. There’s nothing here…
“THAT’S IT!” yelled Vulture, his facing showing the satisfaction of having found an explanation to all his doubts. This would allow him to formulate a plan to take advantage of this “punishment”. However, his delight was silenced by the shot fired from the Hovertank’s Magnum Veritas, which hit its Jian target only a few feet away from Vulture, shattering it to a thousand pieces, none of which hurt Vulture, who seemed to have been protected by an aura of triumph.
Fuming at his recklessness, Cat got to his side and tried to punch him for having ignored her warnings, placing himself in the middle of the blast. But Vulture simply dodged her, and then pulled her closer to him with a swift arm-lock, and spoke in her ear: “I’ve got a plan”.
Cat smiled…
Alejandro seemed to be lost in space; looking around the campsite, seeming to count… No, rather seeming to evaluate all the things that were there. Their place of origin, cost, maintenance, opportunity cost, and a thousand other factors that pilots would normally take for granted when they sit on their Mekas.
“Vulture!” yelled Cat once again, as the Hovertank next to her lifted off the ground, raising a cloud of arid soil, making Cat step away from the vehicle and cover her face, her long black mane of hair waving in the sand storm.
How many officers had been bribed to get that fuel tank here? How much money had been paid under the table to clear the transport of that ammo? Who approved the inclusion of Sandoval in the team? Why go through all that trouble?
“VULTURE!” Cat’s scream was barely audible amidst the dirt cloud raised by the Hovertank. Cat was running towards Vulture while the Hovertank lined up and charged a shell into the chamber of its Magnum Veritas Revolver: a large cannon designed to make its objective stumble and fall, rather than pierce its armor, rendering it useless for as long as it took to finish it or run away from it.
This Earth is just an arid deserted dump. There’s only sand, and heat, an a damned never-ending horizon…
“VULTURE!!!” Cat kept screaming desperately; frantically running towards Vulture, gesturing for him to get out of the way. Meanwhile, the Hovertank, already charged, was lining up to shoot a colossal Jian Regime practice model. These were expected to be the most likely opposition, given the proximity of the Regime camps.
The horizon. The damned horizon. There’s nothing here…
“THAT’S IT!” yelled Vulture, his facing showing the satisfaction of having found an explanation to all his doubts. This would allow him to formulate a plan to take advantage of this “punishment”. However, his delight was silenced by the shot fired from the Hovertank’s Magnum Veritas, which hit its Jian target only a few feet away from Vulture, shattering it to a thousand pieces, none of which hurt Vulture, who seemed to have been protected by an aura of triumph.
Fuming at his recklessness, Cat got to his side and tried to punch him for having ignored her warnings, placing himself in the middle of the blast. But Vulture simply dodged her, and then pulled her closer to him with a swift arm-lock, and spoke in her ear: “I’ve got a plan”.
Cat smiled…
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