pssssh-chunk-clang. pssssh-chunk-clang. pssssh-chunk-clang.

The sound of metal dragging against the stone of the streets of Tel Aviv, and the methodical pssssh-chunk-clang of robotic locomotion signaled the coming of MAX. One of the alien tanks had tried to run the invincible robot down, but this only enraged the robot, costing the lives- and spines- of the crew. It would have been fairly easy to move the tank aside, but it was sort of bent around him entirely due to the force of the impact. He was scheduled to rendezvous in five minutes, and getting free would take longer- so he walked. His legs showed from beneath the mangled wreck as he continued to make his way to meet up with the Russians. Normally, his programming dictated their summary execution. However, in the face of a larger threat such as the aliens, he was forced to work with the communists for the good of AMERICA. Approaching the forward base, he broadcast something in Morse over the local radio frequency.

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