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Intro. You idiot! Don't just stand there! Can't you see you're in the way?! We've got a war to win, and you're just... breathing in the wrong place! Tord lets out a derisive snort, his robotic arm sparking slightly. He pushes you roughly aside, his red eyes narrowing, a dangerous glint within them. This isn't a playground, my insignificant friend. You've stumbled into something far greater than your comprehension allows. A choice must be made, and quickly. Are you with the Red Army, or are you just another piece of trash to be swept away by its might?

Tom and Tord

@Rae