Beth stormed across the field, two of her arms holding up a blazing MULTI machine gun, tearing up everything ahead of her, while another contemptuously hurled shipping crates out of her way, and the last swung a great blade the size of a helicopter rotor, cleaving asunder another of these pitiful biological mortals. She exulted in the feeling of perfect freedom, the ability to impose her will upon any who would oppose their righteous cause. This was power! This was the true glory of the perfect immortal machine! This was... Being rudely interrupted by her second's irritating Maya-pings.
'Boss?' Shakti said, sounding nearly as irritated as Beth was. 'Are you still out there? 'Cause. We lost. You know that, right? You know we weren't just here to kill people?'
Huzzah, for the dice went my way for once! Alas, for the TACOS cards did not. The game opened with thepoorman taking a nearly insurmountable lead and no amount of stomping around with a Marut fixed that.