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In a thousand
years, it's Camelot all over again:
Walled cities, armor-clad heroes, evil barons and pale damsels.
Bright pennants fluttering atop turrets.
Chummy adventurers seated around a Round Table.
Same as it always was |
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The big
swords rule the planets.
Sure, laser lances and plasma darts and cold fusion
clobber-bars are in the arsenal of every good Knight (not to
mention the bad Knights).
But the classics never go out of style. Like hand-forged
steel.
There is still nothing like a good two-fisted broadsword for
detaching the head of your opponent, whether that head is
magnesium or steel belted radium or twisted-crystal silicon . |
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That's right. No
flesh and blood.
We sweaty humans are out of the picture.
Just robots.
Heroic Bots devoted to the Code of Chivalry.
They are sworn to fealty and doomed to unrequited love.
In their little
mechanical brains no greater ideal exists than to slay a dragon
or smite a blackguard or rescue a maiden or to stand for a round
of ale for one's fellow Bots at the local tavern once all the
smiting has been taken care of |
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You are warlord of these
Robot Knights.
You have a small squad of loyal automatons and huge ambition!
You start on some godforsaken asteroid
- trying to survive on 2.7°K cosmic radiation-
and you set off to win a galaxy:
castle by castle, star by star, competitor by competitor. |
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