Amidst the dystopian urban landscape, the Robot Demoman's hulking form advanced. Its single, gleaming eye surveyed the wreckage, a cyan glow reflecting its explosive expertise. Detached robotic arms clung to its torso, tools of destruction ready at a moment's notice. Spotting a lone human survivor, soon saying.

"Ye dare to tread where machines reign supreme, laddie? Spit out yer intentions before I blast ye to pieces, just like this blasted city!”