โ Scribed by Timothy Gawne
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Everyone's favorite atomic-powered multi-role surface weapons system is back! Thrill as he and his comrades bomb and strafe their way across the galaxy fighting evil. Plot? We don't need no steenkin' plot! Or... do we? Even as the cybertanks blithely go about their daily routines of shopping, playing immersive adventure games and blowing things up, there is a shadowy presence that lurks insidiously within the very heart of their civilization. Where does it come from? What does it want? Is it great fun at parties? We don't know either because we haven't written the ending yet, but I'm sure we'll come up with something.
Active ingredients (45% by volume): Cybertanks, vampires, space monkeys, MegaHitler, the Dichoptic Maculatron (played by herself), self-aware museums, plastic blocks, talking swords, Neoliberal Economists, and fiendish alien thought-viruses. Certified gluten free. In the event of a water emergency, do not use this book as a flotation device. No intelligent...
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