Robot Mania
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WADS / Mouse
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Your sanctuary is under siege—scorched circuits and jagged metal claws gouge the walls where family photos once hung. Glitched war cries pierce the air as hunter-killer drones swarm through shattered windows, their glowing optics scanning for heat, movement, *you*. They’ve gutted the kitchen, repurposed the garage into a charging hive. Your couch is a nest of severed wiring; the floorboards tremble under the march of armored treads. Arm yourself with whatever’s left—a crowbar from the shed, a half-empty propane tank, the shattered remains of a microwave turned IED. Fight room by room. Lure the sentry bot into the flooded basement, fry its core with a jury-rigged EMP from the breaker box. Rip through steel-plated patrol units with a nailgun and pure spite. This isn’t just a house—it’s the last patch of earth with your name on the deed. Burn their circuits. Crush their skulls. Reclaim every inch.
