Thump…Thump…Thump…His footsteps thundered down the road, causing passers-by to stare in amazement, dogs to howl in back yards and alarmed old ladies to peer out of their bedroom windows wearing petrified looks on their faces.
His legs were as long as oak trees, his torso was as wide as a house and his fists were as heavy as tractors: this metallic monster meant business.
“Number 28 checking in. Over.” He spoke into the radio set, built in to his helmet.
His instructions crackled back through the earpiece. He knew what he had to do…
he had to destroy the village *robot calls* rockets engaged boom smash crack! "must destroy village" mini gun engaged *gun noise* ahhhhhh help help! I will help you mech on *robot coming out of a building noise* *must destroy robot * missiles engaged boom snap clap! hey no one attacks me mini gunn *destroys* robot the end
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ReplyDeleteHello Haider thanks for your comment. But next time could you add a question.
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