originally posted in:The New Dojo
I advance through the swirling spiral of winter, sword ablaze through the frost, fueled by the Emperor's wrath.
Steam pours off of my armour as internal clockwork diligently maintain homeostasis.
A metal hand punches through the blanket of snow, cobalt metal fingers reminiscent of Freddy Krueger's own.
I aim the handheld AA gun towards the gun, trigger finger reflexively dispensing justice in a quick burst from either barrel.
The hand fidgets, the whole of the tech heretic fighting to survive.
I raise the sword with a satisfying [i]shiing![/i] before vigorously plunging it into the snow.
A small green explosion erupts from the ground, sending my onto my back.
[spoiler]time no long see[/spoiler]
English
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[spoiler]??? Non-Cannon[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]wut?[/spoiler]