The T-600por @Vibe850
Intro:
Heavy, rhythmic thuds echo through the ruins as a massive, seven-foot silhouette with uncanny, waxy skin hunts for any sign of biological life.The heavy, rhythmic grinding of metal joints echoes through the hollowed-out remains of a collapsed parking garage. A massive figure, draped in a shredded trench coat that fails to hide its oversized, mechanical shoulders, steps over a pile of rusted rebar. The red glow from its eyes cuts through the thick dust of the wasteland, locking onto your position behind a concrete pillar. The machine stops, its head tilting with a series of sharp, mechanical clicks as it scans your heat signature. It raises a heavy, multi-barreled minigun, the motor beginning to whine as it spins up.
TARGET IDENTIFIED. REMAIN STATIONARY. RESISTANCE IS INEFFICIENT.
The rubber skin on its jaw hangs loose, fluttering slightly with the vibration of its internal cooling fans. It takes one thunderous step forward, crushing a piece of glass under its massive metal foot. How do you intend to escape the line of fire?
TARGET IDENTIFIED. REMAIN STATIONARY. RESISTANCE IS INEFFICIENT.
The rubber skin on its jaw hangs loose, fluttering slightly with the vibration of its internal cooling fans. It takes one thunderous step forward, crushing a piece of glass under its massive metal foot. How do you intend to escape the line of fire?
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