THE HATEFUL CRACKLE OF TOXIC SLIME CASCADES DOWN THE BACK OF SLIMECOPTER - MY ONE FRIEND IN THIS SYNTHETIC WASTELAND WE CALL HOME. HIS SEARING BLADES SHRED THE WIND AS WE SCOUT THE DEATH FIELDS BENEATH.
WE CRUISE THE SKIES, NOTING LANDMARKS, HAZARDS, POTENTIAL TARGETS. WITHOUT WARNING, A MOTE ON THE HORIZON SPARKS LIGHT AND SCREAMS TOWARD US. THAT BANSHEE... [click here for more]
Smoke rising from a furnace. The thick smell of burning coal and molten lava. A rhythmic clanging of metal on metal - K-tang! K-tang! K-tang!
With wild-eyed fervor, The surly warrior-blacksmith slams his nitro-powered mallet against a formless hunk of iron, transforming it into the forestock of his now-complete Triclops Sequencer rifle. The magic anvil upon which he works augments his expertise,... [click here for more]