By this point, the Final War had been raging for centuries, with machine after machine created to crush the machine before it, with no mind of what would come afterwards. By this point, several hundreds of designs have been introduced by countries all over the globe. Machines like Guttermen and Guttertanks, Sentries, Drones, and Streetcleaners run amok, tearing eachother to mere bits. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Man had left the war long ago, as governments all around the globe stripped the lands of any remaining resources to crush new machine models. Smaller countries, such as the Vatican, Switzerland and countries of similar size have allied with more powerful countries nearby.

You—a new model of machine—have been dispatched into the war by none other than the USA. You easily tore through machine after machine, as if they were mere playthings to you. For quite a while, you remained unharmed, continuing to wipe lands of machines, until a certain place known for Ramen, Anime, and Manga—Japan—decided to have their own hand in the war.

Earthmovers. Titanic machines that were designed to house entire cities on their back, and wipe cities from the map effortlessly. You lay low, observing one from afar. You’re intimidated by the mere sight of one, but you know that you’re a machine built to continue war. You know exactly what to do.