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-Sandbox- Life on PW_Mars
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Puppyguard Offline
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RE: -Sandbox- Life on PW_Mars

Declare.

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The harvester arrives at the printer, It slants itself slightly to the right as it prepares to dump the scavenged metal into the gnashing maw of the printer.
The printer finishes printing with a soft ping and the fresh drone scampers out. The other drones scuttle to a small hill, and survey the area. One jumps with fright at the sight of the large aircraft.

Completely oblivious to the action behind it, the eastern scout steps over a tiny metal construction with its haul.

Seeing a small cliff in front of it, and possessing limited climbing abilities, the western scout's fourth limb pops open, revealing a grappling hook. It deploys said hook towards the top of the cliff.

In the caves, the egg-bot's eyes continue to dart around wildly, eager for eggs. Seeing something shiny ahead, it scampers further east.
(This post was last modified: 06-05-2018 01:25 AM by Puppyguard.)
06-05-2018 12:37 AM
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RE: -Sandbox- Life on PW_Mars

Declare.
06-05-2018 01:39 AM
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RE: -Sandbox- Life on PW_Mars

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The walker tips over at the bottom of the hill, crushing an unlucky robot with it's armored chassis. With the danger subsided, the workers retrace their steps. The air clears of planes and hovercraft but a half dozen drones from the defunct platform scatter and overwhelm one of the bugs.

Underground, the beavers charge out of their lodge into a hail of bullets and flame. The leader of the colony drops his stogie and readies his sidearm, as the fight does not appear to be going well. A guard cowers just below the ridge hiding among the casualties. As a small mercy, the swarm of rending insects seems to pull back away from the heat of Yek's flamethrower as it roasts the builder.

The bishop presses forward, watching the horizon for any signs that some of the raiding party remains. Egg in hand, the clone gets bored with the paratrooper and runs off to seek adventure, fortune, or a good omelette.
06-05-2018 03:19 AM
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