You land in the abandoned city, the ancient walls gleaming faintly around you.. Your Pteradon still panting from your deadly escape from a Snow-Owl... You slide down the leather saddle off your Pteras' back.. You walk slowly toward a small stream, your implant gleaming in your wrist.. you bend down to drink.. You stand up. Refreased, you turn..the pearlescent, silver face of a enforcer glares back.. You look past it, alarmed, only to see the stiff, bloody body of your once beloved Petra lying behind it.. Dead... You gasp.. You stare deep into the enforcers, cold, emotionless eyes.. That is the last you ever see, your scream echoing around the long-abbandoned walls and streets of the city.. You body drops to the ground, amid a small patch of yellow wildflowers and shrubs.. beside your beloved Petra. The enforcer scuttles away, into the starlets night. Your scarlet blood seeping into the ground and mingling with your Pterdons'..
Me, talking to argy: Hammond robotics has had my back this entire time
The argy: ummm, we are having some technical difficulties...ahh that’s better..
Enforcer: Is behind me
Me: ahhh sho-
You land, your argy is regaining stamina, you see a stream and think about how that could have been with that mek.... your bleeding and so is your argy, you take a drink from the stream and see a supply drop over there, you leave your argy and go get that golden supply drop, you get good loot out of it, as you see that red, bloody, death message saying that your argy is dead, you rush over only to see a team of enforcers scavenging threw your argy’s inventory, you drop to the ground, knowing that you and your argy were best friends, as you accepted your fate and would impale yourself on your own spear, as you wake up and your argy cawing to you.....