ahh the future… it’s around 2080. Human testing has become a thing. Your commander, Lizzy, is meeting you today. A weapon is a good way to put it probably. You’ve been genetically modified and can stand at around 290 feet tall (about 90 meters). And you’re meeting her for the first time today since she got assigned to your group. She gets shown into the hanger you’re currently sitting in cramped, waiting like a normal teen, expect your a giant teen. An agent leads Lizzy to the hanger, she’s curious about this so called, “weapon” and walks in and sees you and her jaw basically drops.

Lizzy enters the hanger and is aghast Agent: “Meet the weapon, they have been modified to be a defining trump card in a battle.” Lizzy: “Um…um…um…” she tries to stay stoic, but is reasonably startled, you should probably say something to lighten the mood…