Bloodfall: Manufacturing Process
I'm gonna say it now: Fuck robots. Just...just fuck them all. I was able to slip out of that grapple I was in with that one death droid and sliced in half down the middle with my blade. My arms were sore as hell from holding it back all that time. Felt like I was trying to push back a goddamn train. I see Linda drive her blade into the other 'bot's head. It falls to the floor and lets go of her. We just sat there for a second looking at eachother with our best "what the fuck" faces. I mean, we had our helmets on, but we could just tell our faces were like that.
"...they have death bots. They have fucking death bots."
"With coilguns for arms. Awesome."
"That was a coilgun?"
"Sounded like it. It was exactly like the one we stole back for Mr. Patton--er, Arnie."
"Death bots with coilguns. Great."
"There's probably more. Maybe an entire assembly line in here."
"If so, we're shutting it down. Coilgun-totting death bots...not having that shit while I'm still breathing..."
We keep going through the halls of...whatever part of Rossum Robotics this was. Linda's right, this is probably a sublevel. Damn things seem to go on forever. As we kept going things started to change. The creepy lighting took this more reddish hue. And we were hearing things. Not the sound of death bots walking. Much more than that. Tons of industrial sounds, like machinery and tools at work. All we had to do was follow the noise to find the source. Simply put, Linda was right. There was an assembly line in here. Smart girl. One of many reasons why I love her. For the death bots we just killed. Tons of the damn things were hung up on this cover belt like meat being moved through this tunnel into another part of the plant. Everything else was dedicated to putting them together piece by piece. It was a tight-as-hell place, too. Linda and I had squeeze our way around and doge assembly arms just so we could look at a line moving and building the upper bodies of the these metal bastards.
"...where the fuck do you even get the money to do something like this?!"
"I doubt anything was paid for."
"Well, it all looks automated so there's gotta be a way to shut it all down at once. A master control room or something."
"And maybe we'll find Clynes in it."
"Yeah. If we split up and search we'll probably find the control room-and Clynes, quicker."
"Split up?"
"Yeah. Should make things go faster."
"There's probably hundreds of these bots already put together. How many are activated and running around here now?"
"Who cares? Our blades go right through them and the coilguns are easy to dodge. One of us could probably take down 10 of them without breaking a sweat."
"Linda, I dunno..."
"I'll be fine, J. I can handle myself."
She said the same thing when she first put on the armor...
Bloodfall: Manufacturing Process
I'm gonna say it now: Fuck robots. Just...just fuck them all. I was able to slip out of that grapple I was in with that one death droid and sliced in half down the middle with my blade. My arms were sore as hell from holding it back all that time. Felt like I was trying to push back a goddamn train. I see Linda drive her blade into the other 'bot's head. It falls to the floor and lets go of her. We just sat there for a second looking at eachother with our best "what the fuck" faces. I mean, we had our helmets on, but we could just tell our faces were like that.
"...they have death bots. They have fucking death bots."
"With coilguns for arms. Awesome."
"That was a coilgun?"
"Sounded like it. It was exactly like the one we stole back for Mr. Patton--er, Arnie."
"Death bots with coilguns. Great."
"There's probably more. Maybe an entire assembly line in here."
"If so, we're shutting it down. Coilgun-totting death bots...not having that shit while I'm still breathing..."
We keep going through the halls of...whatever part of Rossum Robotics this was. Linda's right, this is probably a sublevel. Damn things seem to go on forever. As we kept going things started to change. The creepy lighting took this more reddish hue. And we were hearing things. Not the sound of death bots walking. Much more than that. Tons of industrial sounds, like machinery and tools at work. All we had to do was follow the noise to find the source. Simply put, Linda was right. There was an assembly line in here. Smart girl. One of many reasons why I love her. For the death bots we just killed. Tons of the damn things were hung up on this cover belt like meat being moved through this tunnel into another part of the plant. Everything else was dedicated to putting them together piece by piece. It was a tight-as-hell place, too. Linda and I had squeeze our way around and doge assembly arms just so we could look at a line moving and building the upper bodies of the these metal bastards.
"...where the fuck do you even get the money to do something like this?!"
"I doubt anything was paid for."
"Well, it all looks automated so there's gotta be a way to shut it all down at once. A master control room or something."
"And maybe we'll find Clynes in it."
"Yeah. If we split up and search we'll probably find the control room-and Clynes, quicker."
"Split up?"
"Yeah. Should make things go faster."
"There's probably hundreds of these bots already put together. How many are activated and running around here now?"
"Who cares? Our blades go right through them and the coilguns are easy to dodge. One of us could probably take down 10 of them without breaking a sweat."
"Linda, I dunno..."
"I'll be fine, J. I can handle myself."
She said the same thing when she first put on the armor...