Humanity reaches ever toward the stars, though there are some who demand we keep our feet solidly on Earth’s crust. In this future we reach into Heaven and kill our gods. In their place we build Mecha, unbelievably large mobile suits, capable of inflicting grievous harm. These monsters of war require pilots, but not everyone can handle the strenuous neural load required to move these divine robots. Mecha pilots must be intense, dramatic, and most importantly, secret. The first generation of Mecha pilots were all killed in their sleep, slaughtered by both opposing factions in a wash of interstellar blood. You are one of the Second Generation, Mecha pilots who keep your roles hidden from the world and from those you love. Continue reading →