Static Riot Regiment
Huh...
This isnt a patient...
whatever, the director said to deal with ya...
here it goes
they call me Onyx,
larger than the rest,
when my hammer slams down ya loose yer breath,
not using a weak stun-stick,
nuthin like the orderly you know the drill gonna bulldoze through with
the onyx shield, expanded wider cover
my whole body, be it bombs,
glass, or stupid little bodies ill knock em all down SECTOR LOCKDOWN
You’re a featherweight thinking you can step to a tank,
Locking down this sector while I’m laughing to the bank.
You look a little lost,
did you miss the intake line?
Step into my zone and you’re running out of time.
I’m the immovable object,
the ultimate wall, comme le montange,
The bigger they are,
the harder they fall?
Nah. The bigger I am,
the more you look small.
I’m sweeping the floor,
yeah, clearing the hall.
Got a shield like a fortress,
a grip like a vice,
You crossed into my ward,
now you're paying the price.
No treatment, no doctor,
no saving your soul,
Just Onyx the titan out of control.
Hammer down. Lights out.
Check the chart. I break your momentum right from the start.
said "deal with ya," consider it done,
You're a footnote, kid,
and I've already won.
You’re a featherweight thinking you can step to a tank,
Locking down this sector while I’m laughing to the bank.
You look a little lost,
did you miss the intake line?
Step into my zone and you’re running out of time.
Think you can step to me?
push me over? your kiddin me,
i recover faster just like section command now back to yer cell,
i wont say it again.
You think you’re an inmate?
Nah, you’re just an oversight,
A little piece of gravel that I’m crushing with my might.
I heard you whisper "boss fight," boy,
you must be dreaming,
Leave you dented in the floor while the sirens start screaming.
Got that passive regeneration,
I don’t even need a medic,
Your attempts to scratch my armor are honestly pathetic.
The Director gave the order,
said to clear out the trash,
Hear the crunch of the metal,
hear the concrete smash.
You’re a glitch in the system,
a bug on the windshield,
Get ready for the impact of the Onyx Shield.
You’re a featherweight thinking you can step to a tank,
Locking down this sector while I’m laughing to the bank.
You look a little lost,
did you miss the intake line?
Step into my zone and you’re running out of time!
Section command here, stickin' with the dual stick,
Knock you out cold—man,
you gotta be kiddin'.
Time to get boxed,
kid, just accept the script,
You can't mess with E.P.U.
without gettin' hit. Look,
my Onyx is here,
standing twelve feet tall,
Built like an ox and as big as a wall.
Welcome to the box,
kid, it’s rough in the zone,
Your loss is official,
engraved in the stone.
We owe the sector,
so lock it down,
boys— Cue the second chorus,
time to silence the noise.
Target down.
You thought you had me cornered,
but you just stepped right into an ambush.
Countermeasure popped—enjoy a face full of aerosolized red smoke while we sweep
the sector.
Too easy.
All
shooters, weapon status safe.
Mission complete, pack your gear and let's roll out
Section Command told me wrap it up quick,
One more swing of the hammer,
watch
it stick. No health bar left.
No restart button. Faced down
the
titan
and you ended up with nothing.
Clank. Thud. Yeah. Back to your cell.