User:Zombie jotuc/The End, The Beginning, The Renewal.

He stood before the tank, and sighed

What difference does it make? They would never come back.

But he had rules, and he had to follow them.

Without rules, there is no order.

Without order, there is chaos.

He couldn’t risk letting his guard down, spending too long on a tank.

But…

Just one little change wouldn't hurt.

 

Something seemed different.

That tank seemed a bit… deformed.

It was slightly wrinkled, and it didn't as much move as roll.

Its barrel just dragged along behind it.

What th-

 

The tank sputtered and groaned. A makeshift beast of such size could only handle so much. The firepower that had once aided it had led it to its own destruction, blasting into the workings themselves.

There was nothing before it but grey wasteland. An infinite expannse.

One of the great arms that held its terrifying combination of artillery, began to creak and groan, before completely separating from its body and smashing on the cold grey sand, throwing up a cloud.

It ignored the arm completely, and rolled straight over it, before disbalancing and falling on its side.

It roared, the sound a thousand clanking plates.

A few barrels rolled down into the sand, lying by its turret.

For the last time, the tank looked up.

Its giant cannon primed, screeched as its mighty plates tried to slide to a new position, buckled and exploded, firing its last payload.

The clanking of great gears slowly grinded to a halt, and its turret spun back down, seesawing slowly to a stop

A flash of light appeared on the horizon as its last shot hit the arena.

It became a dome of pure light, rapidly expanding until it filled the world.

The shockwave hit and the once great Artillery Tanker was torn apart.

 

Silence.

The lab is devoid of sound.

It sits there, his work.

His life

But.

All good things must pass in time.

The world went dark.

He crumpled slowly to the floor, his skull blown apart.

His limp hand dropped the revolver, still smoking.