The movie doesn’t tell the story of the monster portal which opened in the Atlantic, because Ireland dealt with it single-handedly. It turns out that “being invaded from other lands” is pretty much our entire history, cultural legacy, and best way to get us to kick your arse if you try it now we have a tech sector. On the grounds that it was how we defeat all our existing demons, we built our jaeger out of a distillery.
40% fuel ensured the pilots didn’t feel any pain, fatigue, or need to ask pointed questions about the feasibility of a 100 meter tall bipedal robot. But the real breakthrough was when it turned out that the best way to check advanced psychological compatibility for direct neural linkage was “fighting with sticks.”
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We immediately drafted the Kilkenny hurling team.
“I’ll tear his head off, you get the ball!” (Photo: Jim O’Sullivan)
Fifteen championship trained violencies of pure speed. Hurling is one of the fastest games in the world, because if you were up against over a dozen stick-wielding Irishmen, firing what’s not so much a small ball as a large bullet, with no protective padding, you’d move quickly too. Fifteen fellas to divide the load – that’s more help than Jesus had, and even He couldn’t have helped any kaiju fool enough to start a fight with a hurley team in a distillery.
They annihilated everything that dared step out of the water. If they’d been on the coast at the dawn of time, all life would still be aquatic. They learned to use large boats to beat down the monsters, because the largest boats in Irish waters are usually Spanish fishing trawlers, though sometimes they had to keep the fight going for hours until they found one.
Once Whiskey Output ran out of grain during an extended battle. The hurlers disconnected the bridge, stepped out onto the roof with flare pistols, fired them in the air to let the monster know where they were, then leapt across and beat the unholy shite out of it with their hurls. This jaeger only carried distress flares to let the monsters know when they were in trouble. It didn’t have a self-destruct; its final option was to let the kaiju bite and let a million gallons of poteen make that melting-kaiju-acid-spit look like a moisturizing cleanser.
Of course, no kaiju ever got that far. When Whiskey Output sealed the breach (by standing right on top of it and playing Whack-a-Kaiju with anything that stuck its misshapen head through, a strategy which seemed to evade the rest of the world, until they gave up) they marched back to Kilkenny, parked it, and took the lid off the fuel tank. Which was why they were too busy to turn up at the Shatterdome. And wouldn’t have been allowed to drive there anyway.
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This seems entirely accurate.
Aside from not mentioning how once Kilkenny had one, the rest of the counties were up in arms. Delighted to find more daft fuckers willing to fight the monsters, the EU once more subsidized the creation of the Shamrock league and announced a silver cup to the winners of the ‘Most Kaiju massacred’.
The ensuing civil war devastated the Jaegers only slight more than the misfortunate Kaiju, necessitating the set-up of Euro committee for the prevention of cruelty to Kaiju and a GAA special committee to establish rules for beating the Kaiju into paste. The diplomatic furore is why no European power (excepting the UK because they’re bastards like that and refused to participate with the EU until they got out of having to pay for their share).
The crisis was still ongoing at the time of the Wall.
Glorious! A Pacific Rim: Expanded Universe is the kind of fanfiction I want to see.
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This is just about the funniest thing I’ve ever read. It is entirely accurate aside from one essential piece of information. Cork would have one the Shamrock League, because those Kilkenny wimps are no match for a full blooded Cork team in their prime. ;-)
I think the vigorous Jaeger debate about which team should pilot would led to a new, far cooler sport.
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Fantastic! It’s really a pity hardly anyone but the Irish will get it.
We Irish are fortunate in many ways the rest of the world might not understand!
While the Northern Irish Jaeger: Semtex Threat just kneecapped Kaijus and left them lying in a back alley in Belfast
that was class haha
I have now read this about five times and it is still making me laugh so damned loud that my neighbors think I’m forcibly interbreeding screech owls and honey badgers.