• The sand and wind blew before the mechanical being's "eye" sensor. It was exactly 105 degrees, the wind blew 8 mph. The stains of blood had encrusted itself onto the robot's scratched baby blue body. A plethora of bodies, creature and human alike had laid in various areas of the mesa. A purple portal appeared, the being knew what it meant. It strutted forward, the K98 had clanked like its robotic owner. As the portal pulled and jetted the robot into it's next unknown destination, it "felt" a hard shell consuming its body, a sort of rhino skin. As the portal propelled the robotic being into a sewer like area, the stench of waste and years of radiation had filled it's "nose" sensors. "LET'S COMMENCE THE ANNIHILATION" had blasted through it's speakers as the crowd of mutant alligators, and rats had their fate sealed. A fate that was one of many paths that were only crafted in time. Time that could be changed by the Throne.