The Final Battle. let's go bitch!. Eleven PM. My airport shuttle never at the extraction point, leaving me defenseless behind enemy lines. A pile of scrap cardb up on this shit LOLWUT
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The Final Battle

Eleven PM. My airport
shuttle never
at the extraction point,
leaving me defenseless
behind enemy lines.
A pile of scrap cardboard I I
I discarded my conspicuous clothing and fashioned the refuse
into a crude likeness of the enemy, SC) as evade detection.
Improvisation is ene of the few things were better at than the robots.
In the distance I
hear the familiar
music of a child' s
laughter. For just a
moment, my
defenses drop.
Even , I sense the
I enemy is near...
Hey there little miss!
That' s quite the dell
yeu' got there!
Ya! Elev
tfh my
es him!
I II
We Ci"
WITNESS HIS
human weapon
Spread the word!
Sir? I' m with airport security. I' m afraid
yeu' re going to have to come with me.
Sir? I' m with bleep
bleep. I' m afraid
beep beep beep
exterminate all
humans beep beep.
Let this be Atlr
final battle.
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Submitted: 02/12/2011
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