[ WP ] - Something has been tailor made just for you , bring us through the moment and emotions experienced when you receive your completely custom item .

**already had something like this saved, never shared it though!: ) ** 
 
 `` Are you ready Cadet?'' 
 
 `` Sir, I am Major, Sir'' Standing at attention, a slight grin comes to my lips... I can hardly contain the anticipation. Little does my commanding Major know; I've been waiting for this moment for a long time, my father was a pilot, my grandfather a pilot, his grandfather was a pilot; I come from a long line of military men, this is my time. 
 
 Major Dublin turns around, walks to the edge of the bay door and puts his hand on the opening key. `` Now John, I know you've done your training, but this is serious business, one false move and you're gone, you have thousands of lives at your fingertips, we do n't take this privilege lightly.'' 
 
 `` Sir, I know, Sir!'' 
 
 `` I said, DO YOU KNOW?! CADET?!'' 
 
 Taking in the deepest breath I could; `` SIR I KNOW SIR!'' 
 
 `` That's more like it.''... With a hint of pride, Major Dublin turns the key and the bay hatch begins to open. 
 
 Panel by panel, the bay door rises, with each panel disappearing at the ceiling... My heart rate rises just that little bit more. 
 
 Clickty clack, clickity clack, the door inches upward, each passing second reveals just that little bit more of my new kit. 
 
 The bay door disappears under the Viel of the ceiling and I stand at a distance, my Gundam finally in all its glory before me. Purple and gold cover its armor, the colors of my battalion, the special forces. These colors, they are close to my heart. Each foot, the size of an SUV, the shins covered in blast-proof plates, the knees with diamond-plated blades, my Gundam is set up for agile hand to hand combat; I will quite literally tear things apart that come my way. 
 
 The arms are thin, but covered in different defensive and offensives pieces of gear. The left hand with an energy shield, each fist with spikes and light machine guns, the handle of each sword poking up diagonally behind each shoulder. 
 
 I'm right handed, so my Gundam had to be made in the exact same way, the sword for the right hand over the left shoulder will be longer and stronger, the sword for the left hand is a bit like a dagger, made for swift killings. It's an amazing feeling to have something of such speciality tailor-made... just for you. 
 
 The shoulder pads come out wide with blades jettisoning from the sides, perfect for lowering your shoulder and impaling oncoming enemies, that's my favorite way to take out other gundams... It's messy and satisfying; by the end of hand to hand battles, your machine is covered in hydraulic oil, almost like blood for humans, it gives a sense of savage destruction; there is no better smell than burning hydraulic fluid. 
 
 I wanted to make sure the helmet of my Gundam was really special, I sacrificed a year's worth of wage to ask for just that little bit more customization. 
 
 With Glowing Eyes of topaz, it stares at the battle field with night vision, heat profiles, radiation profiles, and movement sensitivity, I can literally see a rabbit behind a bush a couple of kilometers away. Upon the skull is a beautiful and functional diamond-plated horn. It's beautiful, it's intimidating, it makes a statement. On the side of its head are missile mounts, 30 micro missiles line each cartridge and give me many options in large numbers of targets, not to mention that the middle pods look awesome... 
 
 Seeing my design in the flesh is an intense experience; taking it in all at once, I begin to get emotional. Seeing that I'm in the special forces, emotions are not normally tolerated, I do my best to avoid tears on my eyelids and begin walking towards my Gundam. 
 
 Wit each step I increase my pace, my walking comes to a power walk, my power walk to a jog, and then a full out sprint. 
 
 `` Cadet! Contain yourself!'' Major Dublin bellows 
 
 Looking back, I smile `` Screw you major, this is my moment'' I think to myself. 
 
 As I reach the base of my Gundam I jump and grab hold the ladder to its cockpit. Grabbing each rung of the ladder I'm practically throwing myself up the distance. 
 
 Landing myself in the cockpit, I press the invitation sequence and the hatch closes in front of me, the controls so tailored to my specifications that the hand and leg mounts might as well be vacuum sealed to my appendages. 
 
 The TFT screen and heads up display light up in front of me, and I feel at home. 
 
 `` launch sequence in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1'', I plant my right foot and brace for the thrusters. 
 
 9 Gs of acceleration, and blood rushing to my feet, I'm free... It's mine; Let's do this. 

