GEORGE 6: Some Modifications

Twelve ravens watched as the door of the farmhouse opened and a grime-smeared figure emerged.

His left leg was steel and pistons; steam whiffed out of the joints as he moved. A shotgun was mounted along his handless right forearm.

“Death, death, raawk!” croaked the ravens.

Cyborg George laughed aloud.

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