Chance had been aimlessly wandering through the woods for the past hour or so, not even he himself knowing what exactly he was doing out in the forest — especially in the middle of winter.

Well, that was until he heard the soft sound of humanesque noises and the telltale sound of metal hitting another foreign object coming from an area of rather dense flora, somewhere Chance knew Builderman had set up a turret at.

His concern growing, he made a beeline for the location of the turret, silently praying that there wasn’t an anomaly that somehow bypassed its target range and managed to get to it to mess up its programming — only to see a complete stranger the moment he peeked out from behind the bark of a tree.