[b]The Mechanical Machinist[/b] Outside the Dojo walls, a figure staggered through the village, wearing a shredded cloak. Bladed metal feathers sliced through the cloak more at every step. The figure tried speaking to several people, who all backed away in fear. Eventually reaching the gates, anyone nearby could hear a clock-like ticking emenating from the cloaked form, slowing down by the second. After less then a minute of scratching at the door, hoarsely calling for help, it slouched to the ground. The cloak flew off, revealing an avian machine, gears protruding from the shoulders, a large winding key in it's hand. The ticking slowed to a stop. [spoiler]Openeroni[/spoiler] [spoiler]Pic close enough. Scratch the rifle and reduce the foot size.[/spoiler]