As always, the deadline is nominally Saturday at midnight Eastern. Also as always, if you’re coming to Championship you can submit your entry in person! 4901 is playing on Curie, but I’ll be walking all over the place.
191 misheard the name of the game at kickoff. They thought it was called “Aerial Assult”, and ended up building a delivery drone. Don’t worry… They ended up selling it to Amazon instead, and their new robot got shipped straight to Koko Ed!
Shortly after this, Koko Ed was run over by a vehicle traveling at high speed without paying attention. Thankfully, and miraculously, he survived with only minor injuries and a sore throat.
Remember, kids, no playing in the middle of the Robot Freeway!
2013 Ultimate Ascent is done, fields are packed, robots are packed… has any one seen Ed? Did we forget to pack Ed? Dangit, hope he is still there when we go back to St Louis next year.
An image captured from the Team xxx drone shortly before the attempted strike on their Queueing nemesis. The drone missed, their targeting camera blinded by the glare from Ed’s head…
[NPOE]Just kidding Ed. A few weeks of single pity points and now I need to score something, and the burn award seems like an easy target (no pun intended) this week…[/NPOE]
Welcome to the 2015 FIRST Robotics Competition and this year’s game: Head Hunters.
Head Hunters is played in a 145,000 square foot football stadium with a large open concrete floor and catwalks above the floor.
Head Hunters is played with compact flying discs, compact foam basketballs, regulation soccer balls, moon rocks, PVC tetras, and small yellow and purple balls.
Teleoperated robots earn points by moving around on the catwalk and throwing all game pieces at randomly moving shiny heads on the floor below. Robots can earn large bonus points for completely burying a head or causing a head to stop moving.
At the end of the game, robots can earn further bonus points by safely lowering themselves to the floor below and completing a victory lap around the stadium.
Arrows I can take, but the last time I stopped to read a sign on the floor, I got hit by a crowd of kids pushing a tall, heavy metal machine on wheels. They called it a robot, but I still can feel the bruises in late April.