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BOLVERK "Hand" Trailer
🕑 Added 2018-05-08 11:10:34 +0000 UTCLife is like an old rusty phonograph record.
Something that was once important and is now but trash.
Soundtrack: It's a mystery
"Hey, what's that sign you're hanging?" A new agent asked the tall man with the mask she was standing next to, taping a poster to the wall. She - a young woman in a suit and sunglasses with red shades, he - a large man donning gray and black armor with a face guard made of yellow glass.
As he was finished, the agent turned to look at the poster. It was a blurred image of what appeared like a big red devil. The poster read:
Unknown threat!
This unique creature, apparently a bio-android or a rogue Project WRAITH mutant, has appeared in multiple instances wrecking havoc in many facilities. Threat level massive. Apparently not of ours. If you encounter it, call backup immediately!
"Looks like a solo to me", the agent said, more to herself than the man next to her.
"He is not a solo", a monotone voice said behind her.
The agent turned around. The creature standing behind the two was a droid, that appeared to compose of many small cubic devices in different colors, put together like legos into a vaguely humanoid shape with four arms.
The large man sent a hand to his pocket. "...And how do you know it?"
"Because he's with me."
The large man took a grenade launcher from his pocket and fired it.
Soundtrack: Dance in Despair
One of the strange creature's cubes detached from his body, formed into a hand, caught the grenade while in mid-air, and threw it at the man who fired it. Nothing was left from the man other than a puddle of golden blood that fermented on the floor.
The agent took out an incom and pressed an emergency button in it to send a distress signal. A pair of golden guns appeared in the droid's hands and he fired an electric-charged bullet, which then split in two, each bullet hitting on of the agent's eyes and splattering her head.
But the button was already pressed. Alarms started to sound around the base, calling all units to advance towards the area. A few modules detached from the droid's body in preparation.
A few figures started to appear. The detached body parts of the droid, now floating in the air around him, transformed into cannons that fired what appeared to be black holes and light fusions at a group of agents with yellow glasses, spewing their golden, corrosive blood at their allies. Lines of golden fire netted the floor, burning a group of creatures covered in bandages with devices on their faces. Metal spikes rose from the ground and impaled people with metal armor. The modular droid began to throw immaculate red metal balls at the survivors and each sphere exploded into a barrage of smaller bombs, which themselves released tertiary bombs on impact.
A few agents with glowing red glasses growled in anger and terror, their mouths turning into bloodied maws. They stormed at the droid attempting to bite him. Any part they tried to bite detached, turned into a hand, and strangled the one who bit it.
The doors were opened a final time. On the other side were evergrowing numbers of agents with bloodied eyes and black sunglasses with crimson sparks in them. The droid knew these may be the most powerful of this base's units.
The droid's entire body disassembled into a huge swarm of tiny flying machines. Any machine turned into a melee weapon, and a curtain of buzzsaws, chainsaws, axes, daggers, spikeballs, and oversized metal fists surrounded the area, killing an agent every hit.
As all agents were killed, the floor of the blood-filled room melted into lava. All floating modules submerged into it.
And then the lava turned back into stone, and the room appeared completely empty, as though a bloodbath did not took place less than a second ago.
