- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
A low flying fighter made the mistake of firing at Ivan. Raising the heavy rifle in his robotic arm, he quickly squeezed off four shots, arcing into the fighter's engines. It fell out of the sky like a stone.
"Im beginning to like having a robotic eye!" he laughed, as his thermal vision showed the city burning in hues of red, orange, and white.