|Locations||Floor 1, Floor 2, Floor 3|
|Monster Parts||arm, head, torso, tread|
If you're serious about security, you can't rely on just thugs. Thugs lose interest fast, and then instead of security guards you've got a bunch of guys sitting around smoking cigarettes and looking at dirty magazines. Sure, keep a few around just to remind people who's holding the cards, but your real security force is gonna be bullet-proof robots with tank treads and claw arms, tall enough to look a man in the eye and stream the video of his final facial expression.
Like this one was doing to me.
"HALT!" the robot barked. "YOU HAVE THREE NANOSECONDS TO SURRENDER BEFORE I OPEN FIRE FIRING NOW." Ugh! Ouch! Ouch!
It pinched my <knee> with one of its claw hands. Oof! Ooh! Argh!
The security robot rolled over my foot with its tank treads. The bastard thing was really heavy! Ugh! Ugh! Ouch!
The robot fired two little metal darts into me. They didn't hurt much, but I don't entirely remember what happened after that. Argh! Ouch! Eek!
It tried to grab my wrist with one of its claw hands, but it was a pretty large claw, so I just slipped my hand back out.
The robot rolled after me on its not particularly fast tank treads. I took the opportunity to have a quick cigarette while it caught up.
The robot tried to shoot at me, but apparently whichever yakuza goon was in charge of keeping its ammo supply filled had been slacking off.
I threw a wastebasket over the robot's head. "VISUAL SENSORS OCCLUDED," it barked. "I SUPPOSE YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY." (FUMBLE!)
|You acquire an item: great big capacitor|