Website powered by

In Other Time

'I heard the rumor about drug smuggling and goblin gang.
At least I can surely say something's suspicious since they are watchful more than usual.

Goblins. These folks are weak, small, and filled with foul metals in their bodies.
Body's no more a limitation in our time, but for goblins, well their distorted anatomical structure forces limitation on implanting machines.
That's why some of them decide to implant their brains to completely different machine body. Troll type we call them. There's one at the door.

Now. Let's get to the point.
Two on the front, other two on the 2nd floor. Deserted vehicle that can be used as a cover.
More gangs crowded inside. More than twenty, at least. Me. Alone.

Easy. Let's go.'