What the kids of today don’t realize is that automobiles weren’t always the microcosms of leather-interior luxury with DVD players, X-Boxes, satellite navigation, temperature control, and iPod docking stations.  Far from it.  When I was a kid, cars were hot, stuffy, bouncy, and smelled of exhaust.  The sun beat through the untinted windows mercilessly causing car sickness AND heat stroke.  It then makes since that my generation has a lot … and I mean a lot … of car stories that involve puking.

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A long awaited return to my Vs. column.  Where my internal geek fights it out with my suppressed nerd.  In past battles, we’ve seen Sho’Nuff v. Drunken Master.  We’ve seen Namor v. Raiden and Blanka v. Sabretooth.  Hell, we’ve even seen seen the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man v. Mongo the Gingerbread Giant.  Now for our next matching – we’re heading into two distopian visions of the future.  One is a galaxy ruled by an iron-fisted empire and a emperor fueled by black magic.  The other is a cosmic battlefield torn apart by never ending wars by the great interstellar Houses.  It’s Star Wars vs. Battletech.

It’s the Imperial All Terrain Armored Transport Walker vs. AS7-D Atlas Assault Mech.

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