"The hiss and moan of pistons and joints made the hulk move forward in a leaping motion, treading through the scorched rubble and abandoned battlements. The screeching engine sounds were almost like the creature was breathing, though it was not. The shimmering warscythe the machine held high slowly evaporated any traces of bodily fluids and blood drops staining the weapon's unnatural blue glow. Programmed thinking led the creature pursuing a violent act after another and the foul substances pumped through it's artificial cortex that calculated all possible battlefield odds and events. A tattered cloak upon the machine's shoulder was a grim shadow of a culture the creature had once belong to, as now it was nothing more than a machine of death.
The Grim reaper, the last thought its prey often had. The Grim reaper."
Tarkkaa työtä ja hieno lopputulos -erityisesti viikate on upea.
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