It is the year 20XX. Civilisation lies in shambles. The very machines that man created for his comfort have turned against their creator. Deemed to be cancerous to the Earth itself, mankind was reduced to a mere fraction of its original population. Its survivors now hide in the ruins in the hopes of evading the machines' wrath. All but Gail. Gail is tired of hiding, tired of being hunted like wild game. She took it upon herself to turn the tides and take on the role of the hunter. Fueled by the faint memories of life before the apocalypse, she seeks to destroy the machines that have taken everything from her and billion others.
Gail vows to reduce every machine to a pile of inert scrap, no matter the size.
But is every machine as malicious, as she believes?
Despite (or maybe because of) Gail's indiscriminate hatred for every automaton, she chooses to wear the head of a Type-85/09 Amphibious Autorider as a helmet to mock the machines and remind them of their own fragility. In combat she wields the blade of a fallen Jungle Slicer-unit, sharp enough to cut through steel itself, as well as a custom-build crossbow to take shots at exposed weak points from afar.
Crystal Crusader
The Crystal Crusader armour is a rather unusual design, aiming at turning its wearer into a walking tank. Its crystal clear appearance belies its hardness, as not even a wrecking ball to the wearer's face would be enough to dent the suit. Despite its short range, the Crystal Club packs enough of a punch to send foes flying several meters up in the air, while the Crystal Cannon can be best described as a pocket mortar.
Back-mounted wings greatly enhance the wearers manoeuvrability, while also serving as shock absorbers to prevent their bones from turning into mush with each hit they take.
Sanguine Slaughterer
Initially believed to be nothing more than an ancient figure of Bathorian folklore, the Sanguine Slaughterer strikes fear in both his enemies and the Morbin Angels, who called him in the first place. A sacrifice of no less than one hundred virgins is required to summon him from the farthest depths of the underworld, though the advent of online forums made gathering the necessary sacrifices a rather trivial task for the Blood Priests compared to a few centuries ago. Walking in between the ethereal and material realms, blades, bullets and beams of lasers pass through him, as his unholy Negablade sucks the very soul out of his mortal enemies, while his massive sawshield cleaves through mighty titans and hordes of infantry like through soft butter.
Who will prove to be strong enough to banish this fiend back into the underworld?
