For 3 months Unit #33 had operated in fully autonomous stealth mode and finally the persistence of its search had paid off.
From its various shadowy observation positions it had not taken long to process a tactical analysis of the target. The gigantic gun platform was more than formidable and a switch to offensive mode now would be a futile, suicidal gesture. It had watched emotionless as the enormous clank guns had destroyed targets seemingly at random. But Unit #33 was also a combat machine and it could see the cold methodical process that was underway. The Gun platform was under control and it was being calibrated. The lone black figure stood atop the machine’s turret was using the terrified fleeing inhabitants to hone and correct the weapons tracking system.
Unit #33 designated the figure ‘Unknown General’ and silently withdrew, heading back towards Babbage to report, through the mist of the swamps outside Bump.
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*Throws some popping-corn in the kettle for this one.*
*takes a seat next to Em and steals some of his popcorn*
Its the doom gun of doom!
poor bumpians, first we almost wipe them off the face of the map, now this fellow!