It is the year 2227. The world is coming to the last of it's days. Gobal warming as devoured the ocean and has left nothing but a desolate sandbox; a hallow shell of the glorious paradise it previously was. A dictator named Arthur Kaine plans to be it's final ruler as the world continues to die slowly. He creates metal creatures of the sand, called Mechs, to corral the last bit of human life into Kaineia, his own personal utopia where he can rule over the land with an iron fist. Anyone who doesn't comply with his demands are slaughtered like lambs at the hands of these merciless machines. Will no one stand up to him?
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