Which Colossal Death Robot are You?
Holy Prime Directive, you’re Robocop!
Well, you’re neither colossal, nor technically a robot, but your arthritic lurching and dubious morals have found their way into the hearts of futuristic rebels and children everywhere. You walk through fire, catch bullets from the air, and you never, ever smile. Combine this with an abstract, almost random concept of duty and honour, and you have a police officer one cannot fail to adore.
Thank you, Robocop.
I suspect that would be a pretty easy mode for me to fall into …
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Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?
Vast, red and ready to turn into a lorry at the slightest provocation, you are a robot to be reckoned with. Although sickeningly noble, you just can’t resist a good interplanetary war, especially when Orson Welles is involved. You have friends who can shoot tapes from their chests. Tapes that turn into panthers. And other friends who are dinosaurs. Dinosaurs who jump out of planes. Will you have my children?
You are Gigantor!
Born in 1963, You are possibly the original colossal death robot, being one of the patriarchs of the current crop, and definitely an advocate of old-skool enemy-bashing. Why use a clumsy particle weapon when you can create supernovas just by flexing your arms? Your one minor weakness is that you are entirely dominated by some kid with a remote contol – still, don’t let it get you down. You can sink a nuclear submarine with jazz music.
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Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?
Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?
Gigantor! Bigger than big! Stronger than strong!
Cool.