Control
Beneath the fractured skies of a dying world, the last Ascendant Dreadnoughts—colossal war machines forged from forgotten arcane alloys—strode across battlefields where reality itself frayed at the edges. These titans, piloted by minds melded with ancient AI cores, were both saviors and curses: their plasma cannons scorched enemy legions to ash, yet each victory siphoned away fragments of the pilots’ humanity. Cities whispered of their coming as either omen or salvation, while the machines’ reverberating footfalls etched canyons into the earth, a grim cadence to the world’s slow collapse.
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Lock and load, Bullet—John Wick’s got nothing on you. Time to sharpen that lethal precision. Targets swarm like rats, but your lead’s the exterminator. Obstacles? They’re just target practice with a pulse. Don’t just spray lead—every trigger pull’s a chess move. Before you drop the hammer, think like a ghost in the scope: *How many heads can one bullet claim?* Adjust. Breathe. Erase threats like they’re equations and your iron’s the answer. Make each shot a body count multiplier.
