The metal beast lumbered across the battlefield, torso
whirling and sending barbed chains whipping through the air. An unending wail
issued from the thing’s misshapen head, sharing its torment with all who could
hear. When it finally made contact with the enemy, it’s torturous drone was
joined by a chorus of pain and fear.
The sounds of death sent a wave of glee through the living
machine and it began striding forward, moving with purpose where before it had
simply wandered, wanting nothing more than to add as many voices as possible to
the concert of suffering it had begun.
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