Hi everyone,

This is just a quick update on progress on Mechritter.
We are currently in the editing and layout phase and hope to go to print in mid-to-late July.
We will open the pledge manager for shipping once we go to print, so we have an exact understanding of weight.

Extra bits:
1) We will have character sheet demos available to try out at UK Games Expo. Come find us there!
2) We have been working on the logos for the custom box sets - rather than just taking a random bit of art we've designed a new logo which we think will look really good with foiling. We're just now deciding on a foil colour, as though we were originally going to go with gold, a holographic or chrome foiling might be closer to what the theme of the project requires.
3) Our preorder store is open now if you'd like to share with a friend who missed out on backing the project.

New Logo:

Sorry for the businesslike update but I just wanted to smash out all the requisite info before sharing some snapshops and snippets from the High Street.

It was dark in the funfair during the graveyard shift. The shiny metal skeletons of its rides were lit up only by dim, yellow LEDS. The kiosk fronts were covered with grey metal grates and padlocked shut. For regular amusement-seekers business hours were long over. But for the animals of the high street, it was prime time, and everyone knew it.

In the corners and gutters and vents, hundreds of little lungs collectively inhaled and waited, watching a dark-coated security guard move up and down the pathways with a flashlight, checking to ensure no unwanted visitors were present. As the human jangled his keys in his hand, Starry Biscuits and his gaggle of Junk Foodies flinched. His feet were just centimetres away from them.

“Nearly time now.” Starry whispered to the rest of the crew. “Don’t let the others intimidate you. Remember, we’re here for one thing, and one thing only. Keep. Your. Cool.”

The eyes of the small gang of mice were focussed solely on one target: Sally’s Pretzel Counter.

The kiosk had opened in the centre of the fair last week, and since then, they’d scouted it every evening. Unlike the other stands, there was no wire portcullis to bypass. Its treasures were exposed to the world.

Unfortunately, usually there were no treasures to be had. The precious doughy delights of the kiosk were sold or taken away at the end of each day. But today, one of the Sallys had left in a hurry, without completing the regular stock clearance. As soon as Starry had noticed, he’d sprinted all the way back to HQ for backup, and returned with more paws. They would need as many helpers as possible to carry their loot away.

The security guard reached the end of his path, and headed back towards the car park. As he slowly locked and bolted the front gate, Starry tensed his haunches. He was ready to spring into action.

Clang.

The gates were pulled shut with a rattle of bolts.

Starry counted under his breath. “Three, two… and… go!”

The entire fair erupted into a cacophony of action. Some mice ran for the prize bins. A group of Skeleton Keys started cutting their way through the bottom of one of the grills. But the Junk Foodies had eyes for none of that. They were sprinting, sprinting across the wide, open ground to get to the centre. This was their time. This was their moment.

Starry panted, gasping for breath. He could already taste the pretzel in his mouth. He wondered, would it be salty or sweet? Soft or crunchy? Whatever it was, he already knew, it would change his life. 

He wasn’t looking ahead of him, so he didn’t realise that the Junk Foodie in front of him had stopped dead. He crashed into him and they went tumbling tail-over-whiskers.

“What are you doing, Jaffa?!” Starry snarled furiously. “Get a move on, or get the cuttysark out of my way!”

Jaffa pointed upwards, wordlessly. His snout was hanging open in shock.

“Wha’ in tha’ leicestersquare is that?”

From the arm one one of the rides far above, something was descending to the Pretzel counter. It wasn’t a mouse, though it was mouse-shaped, a hulking mass of cardboard and tin and lights attached to a long, metal wire. On its head was a helmet with a long, red search beam. Attached to one arm was a menacing, five-inch-long blade. And on its chest--

Starry gasped. “Is that…!?”

“Tha logo of tha City of Pound? I’d be’ i’ is, Biscuits.”

The thing landed on the counter with a loud thud. With ease, it vaulted into the glass display case and pulled from its back a large plastic bag, decorated with the Insignia of Pound.

“That thing… it’s not just going to take one pretzel. It’ll have them all.” Starry could only watch in horror as the hulk stuffed baked goods into the bag, one after the other. When there was nothing left, it attached the bag to its back. Starry saw it stumble slightly under the weight, but that was no satisfaction as the thing turned to survey them. 

As the spotlight hit Starry’s face, bathing it in red, the thing spoke, its tinny, robotic voice echoing out from behind the helmet. 

“Sorry lads. Looks like you were beaten by a whisker.”

Then it tugged twice, sharply on the wire. Somewhere far above, a winch engaged and the wire began to haul the hulk -- and its precious cargo -- up. As he watched all his hopes and dreams disappear into the sky, only one thought went through Starry’s mind. 

“We have got to get ourselves one of those.”

Ruby Earring
Personality: She's been around the block and won't take any nonsense. Abrasive yet eccentric, Ruby prefers to play her cards close to her fur but cares more about not letting anyone walk into danger.
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Ruby’s been part of the Blinged Mice since the greeting card days, but she’s only been leading the gang since they set up in the Cash Swappers. She's seen more than a couple of friends leave the street, and with each time the Mice had to move hideout, Ruby wondered if it was her time too. When Rat King Cole gave her the pitch about the Mechritter project she jumped at the chance. The Blinged Mice are the most important vermin in the world to her and they're counting on her to lead them to a future full of rubbish.