Wow, okay, so here’s the thing—the details in Mecha Break might seem trivial at first glance, but there’s this tiny, nagging part of me that just can’t shake off the whole sink issue. Like, it’s weird, right? You’ve got a working toilet, tucked right there in the pilot’s bedroom, kind of like a porcelain throne in the midst of chaos.
Stick with me here. Imagine you’re not in the heat of a battle in Mecha Break. Nope, you’re just casually zooming around your dropship, playing the role of captain of your own little universe. The place is your oyster—or maybe more like a tiny shoebox? Anyway, in your private quarters, you get to… chill. There’s a bed for some quality lounging, a desk just begging to be cluttered with random stuff, and your trusty PC. But all this time, what gets me is the bathroom setup.
It’s the amenities—shower, toilet, the whole shebang. Hop in the shower, and it’s like someone hit play on a scene from a very odd soap opera. You watch your pilot do their thing, and yeah, they’re in the buff. But hold on, the privacy glass steps up to its censorship duties—steam and glass making sure everything stays PG.
Now, speaking of odd, let’s talk toilets. Your pilot sits there, blurred scenarios playing out, but she’s dressed in her bodysuit. And, here’s the kicker, it’s all zipped up, not a bum-flap in sight. So it’s like… is she going through some sci-fi magic, just dealing with business as usual? Or maybe, just maybe, she’s got some futuristic tech crammed in there—stillsuit-style, anyone?
Then—oh boy—there’s the whole sink issue. Or the lack thereof. It’s like the sink can’t decide what it wants to be when it grows up. One minute, it’s doing the Murphy bed thing, popping in and out of the wall with no intention of actually functioning. No water, just the promise of hygiene that never comes. What’s up with that?
Let’s face it, this pilot’s gotta hustle all day in battle gear, driving a Striker named Alysnes. That bodysuit? Stuck to her like a long-lost twin. Can’t even take a proper timeout or hit pause on the madness. And germs? Forget about it. With no sink, how’s she avoiding a ship-wide health disaster? Is Space OSHA not a thing here?
So please, Mecha Break developers, throw us—well, her—a bone. If we’re going to witness this madness while she’s stuck in a spandexy prison, the least you could do is give her a sink that isn’t just decorative art. I mean, come on!