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Robotic Uprisingstuffs

“Show yourselves, ya little fucks,” the man inside the spider-tank spat out. He sat in darkness inside the tank, laying flat inside its belly. His face was lit up by the blue holographic displays, revealing his unkempt hair that freed itself from his backwards cap. His eyes were covered by goggles, but he still scowled at the view of the hallway. “I’ll rip every one of you little bastards to pieces. We’ll see just how strong your armor really is when I rip your arms off.”
The tank he was in was a twelve foot long, four-legged walker, the WT-4. It had wheels at the base of its legs so it could drive if on a flat surface. Its arms on the front of its body contained within it a minigun in the center of its 3-fingered hands, and in the center of the barrel, a three foot blade for infantry that want to get up close and personal.
The tank threw its arms to the right side of the hallway it had started to enter, shaking the area. “Come out ya pigs!” the man inside yelled. “Scared of something your own size, aren’t ya!”
The tank stomped forward, crushing the rubble in the hallway it had created a minute ago. “You bastards are tough, but not invincible,” he whispered as he stepped over the two Elite Marine corpses. He was coming up to the flaming corpses of the blazers he had laid waste to. They’d burn for hours before that gel wore off. The thought made him smile.
Suddenly, without warning, a flaming body darted out from the corner, to which his immediate response was to open fire with his miniguns and shout a few swears at her as if she could hear him. The blazer jumped onto the wall, spun right off, landed on a piece of wall debris, and flipped off it right onto the top of his tank. He couldn’t keep up. She was too damn close for him to track her.

Chapter V, the last postable chapter for DA, will hopefully be up in a few days. I finally got started on it once again.

Campingstuffs

I can't really call it camping...It's moreso called, 'taking your second home away from your main home to a different area that's still complete with all the home utilities like TV, Heating and AC, and Internet, and live there for a week', but I digress. Me and =Zimadonna are here for only a day. I gotsta work this week, so we can't stay for long. But as we were heading up here, my sister's camper jackknifed thanks to a jackass truck driver who ran her off the road. Luckily, she and the kids were fine, including the saddest dog in the world. The camper and Truck however, will need to be replaced and repaired, respectivly. So that was interesting.

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