Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-27950421-20181020012811/@comment-30014014-20181027222042

A cyclops backs away from a strange-looking machine, an apron present over her brown clothing. Her singular eye dots around the corners of the machine. She brings the fingers of one hands to her lips in a monotone manner and blows a kiss away "Et voilà!(There you go) A magnificient chef-d'oeuvre(master piece) for a worthy defender of the plains".

She brushes sweat away from her forehead, cheeks brittled in dust from iron. Her latest machinery, a twin-wheeled 'war' machine capable of moving with no restriction on the rocky plains whbere she lives. Missiles containing DE payload. Machineguns calibrated to Demon silver bullets, as the gigantic wheels. It is ready.

The cycplops removes and tosses her apron, as well as the rest of her clothes, going for the shower...