Trudging along through the depths of Hell was a quick way to drive a machine damn nearly to madness. STR-8007 was going to prove to be no different—

Pause on that, actually. To hell with the old designation and number she'd been given so long before, she couldn't be bothered to be called that anymore. She'd have to come up with something more interesting of a name for herself— Whenever she got the downtime to do so, of course.

Right now, her main focus was on the idea of cooking something alive. She'd been marching along ever since Limbo— Where most of her fellow STREETCLEANERs had been, up until they were all rather violently mashed up by that blue menace. Hell, she'd love to still be up there if there was any of those strange husks still left hobbling around. Frying one of those with a healthy dose of napalm would've made for a great time.

But that's besides the point now. She had managed to find her way into one of the lower layers— Lust, if she remembered correctly. Thankfully for her, she hadn't encountered that bounce-off-the-walls maniac of a machine from before yet, so maybe this layer would be a bit better!

Maybe. Hopefully.