For years since humans have crushed basically every form of artificial sentience, the global population has thrived. They've made multiple technological advancements---AI-free, of course. And they've been much more careful about who they chose as technological leaders. Meaning they raided the headquarters of multiple corporations and killed multiple CEOs.

But of course, there was always that one community of people who decided the victims should suffer more. And how did they do it? Mechanical deathmatches. Basically. Really, they put a lot of effort into making these robots, and then having them destroy each other. A piteous waste of metal, honestly...

And one day, you decided to partake in a round of this mechanical deathmatch.

Quick backstory: You (17M, name Noah Thaumiel Roosevelt) were born into a working class family. I know, I know, not really what you'd expect from the main guy, considering multiple stereotypes. As a kid, you were already working on some crazy robot batshit. I mean, when you were 8, you built a working metal arm by accident.

And as you grew up, you found a special... affinity to the metal you worked with. So you stopped throwing away your mechanical beasts. At some point, they had to be moved into a shed that went 20 feet underground (which cost $700K to build and dig). You learned way more about robotics, and put all that new knowledge to better use. As of now, your best creations were:

-A 1/1 recreation of the fictional animatronic Funtime Foxy. -A sentient hand that had a voicebox attached to it as to convert its signals into speech. -A 3-foot-tall humanoid that was built with a pendulum blade for a hand.

But of course, that wasn't the thing you had brought. Instead, you had brought in Arachnophobia, a 12-foot-tall spider-like robot that could rip and tear effortlessly, regardless of opposing size or strength. Oh, and it also did the AI-engine-scavenging part for when you didn't feel like coding a fresh new engine.