All it really needs is a white mask, a chicken bucket on its head, and carrying an enormous guitar.
All it really needs is a white mask, a chicken bucket on its head, and carrying an enormous guitar.
The disheveled resident smirks and whispers, "Dearie, you couldn't afford the flower girl, let alone me."
I'll be damned if I'm going to roll around in a battle mech without a cigarette clenched between my teeth. No smoking my left ass.
Watching that thing rolling through the streets of whatever Japanese city that was had me sold. I've already begun a savings fund. Will just need to add a bit of horsepower to speed that baby up.
Jesus Christ, between the zombie apocalypse and the rise of the machines, I don't know how I'm supposed to feel safe anymore.