Who: The Civilian! And other assorted asylum escapees (re: you)
Where: Overlooking the battlefield, just outside the base.
When: December
What: Civilian has been given a stationary assignment here at the battlefront: providing new firepower (at a price!) to defend against the robot menace.


Some time in the wee hours of the morning, when the sun had not quite come up and the moon had just dipped down below the horizon, a soft and growing rumbling could be felt across the ground. Those taking the opportunity to sleep during those exhausting hours would likely not feel a thing, their slumber undisturbed by this new development, but anyone with the unfortunate reason to be up and about at that time would begin to register a light vibration in the soles of their shoes. Was it an attack? Were hundreds of metal boots clambering across the landscape towards them, soulless eyes fixated upon this tired target with grim intent?

Thankfully, no.

Instead, the din seemed to be coming from down the road. Sure enough, headlights could be spotted moving closer - lights belonging to a small army of vans and trucks, each of them carrying warm-blooded humans. They also held tools, wood, steel, and countless crates with the brazen emblem of MANN CO. stamped across their creaking wooden frames. It was a construction crew - it seemed as though someone was moving in.

( The men inside scrambled out once they arrived, and each of them began to work in earnest... )