Super Robot Wars Unlimited Generation @lpha

[Atticus appears to be at his computer, fiddling with some user interface for building tac-sim scenarios.  He's not a programmer, but it's a pretty intuitive looking toolkit. He appears to be creating something almost like a sort of... well, it's got robots, and deserts, and nomadic tribes. In fact, it's a lot like his own home. It very well may be Arizona itself.]

Hm.  ... I guess I should just set it fill in those areas with random features within a limited scope...

[Atticus was sick and tired of rations, and popcorn, and candy, and fish! And he was going to do something about it.]

[So now, decked out in his helmet, goggles, breather and duster, he was on the deck of the ship with... well it was some kind of rifle. Except it had a crank from a fishing pole, and a claw coming out of the barrel.]

[He aimed into the sky, and--BANG! The disappeared as it went sailing into the air, the reel quickly unwinding! 'CAWW,' cried out a bird as it was killed by the closing claw.]

[The masked man gave a little fist pump and then began to reel in a sea gull.]

[He added it to a pile of dead birds at his side]

-1-
[Atticus is literally making trips from the theme park to the ship with a big wheelbarrow full of bags of pink popcorn.]

[He is not exactly satisfied with this solution, as one can see from the dour expression on his face, but whatever.]

[He's been at this for a while now, if the sweat on his brow is any evidence.]

-2-
[Atticus is sitting down by himself on the deck of the ship at night. He's got his computer out on his lap, doing some reading, as evident by the text filled screen.]

[He's only paying attention passively to his reading, though, because he's really here to watch the beautiful explosions of color that is the Fairy Park fireworks show.]

[He drinks from his coffee and snacks on some pink popcorn.] ... I knew the coffee would be bad...

[He sighed, and stared wistfully up]