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Foreward > Blurb
Yawning you awake, stumble from your bed to the window of your tiny metallic apartment, and gaze into the wasteland beyond. The eternal clanking and whirring of heavy equipment shares the air with wisps of dust dancing as far as the horizon, where an ominous, alien outcropping punctuates the view. A camel-mounted merchant beneath your windowsill has begun discoursing with vigour on the abnormally low cost of unprocessed bauxite, when a shrill sentry cry cuts your collective breath short. Tiny black pinpoints have struck out suddenly from the dark lump at the edge of the earth, a linear trajectory making their target only too clear. Warning sirens blare, the earth trembles, and the world becomes a deafening roar as your own cannons return fire. Foreward > |
