SEVER ZERO
The twin-linked railguns mounted on its apex cast long, terrifying shadows across the mud-stained concrete of the munitions plant.
And it belonged to a gamer from the Undercity.
Torque walked up to the massive treads, reaching out with his organic hand to touch the cold, unyielding metal. He pulled his hand back quickly, as if afraid the machine might suddenly wake up and bite him.
"I've scavenged scraps from Blackwatch drones," the cyborg warlord muttered, shaking his head. "I've built guns out of plumbing pipes. But this... Wraith, this is the fist of God."