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It was at the crack of dawn... With the Factions doing the usual, as well as the inhabitants.

The Conglomerate trading with the other factions and local merchants and caravans.

White Stronghold having their inhabitants maintain the territory by letting the people chose what to work on, ect.

Bloodied Falcons Clans and Groups fighting and looting each other, per usual.

And The Rusted Army... is keeping to themselves for once... that's strange...

No matter, for it was just another day in the City...

You can find the discussion thread here. : http://www.rprepository.com/community/forumthread.php?t=25199

A slightly rusting, and ancient looking animatronic shuffles into the City, dragging its booted feet after itself as its optics widen to take in the sight. The facial expressions on its rubbery dinosaur mask shifts into an awestruck and completely baffled one, with its simple mechanical hand instinctively reaching for a large piece of scrap metal that's been roughly banged into something akin to a machete. Another mechanical hand, stripped of its surface padding like the first, reaches for an axe made out of similar scrap metal, with both weapons seemingly just hanging off of the robot's belt without any visible scabbards. The animatronic then promptly stops all its movements, twitching infrequently as it stands still in the middle of the empty street. You'd think someone would've run over the thing by now.