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"We don't get a day off anymore," I complain to my wife.

"Can't you do something about that?" she asks. "Being the Threadmancer* and all."
"I've tried," I say, grimacing as I spin around, squeezing off a shot and a robot falls to its doom. "I can't. It's - "
"Power drain," my beloved observes, firing bursts from the rifle. The robots escape her fire but not mine. Scratch four robots. "This is unnatural," she adds. "Deliberate. As we are constantly fighting, using our dwindling strength and - "
"I don't want to know what comes next - "
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
"What the fuck?!" I exclaim, forgetting Monny preferes I didn't curse, as the cave wall in front of us cracks amind deafening noise, scattering rock and dust. "Zark," I append.
"We're going to find out," my wife says...

* First person speaker is Natalie, the blonde. Her wife is the redhead, Monica.

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"We don't get a day off anymore," I complain to my wife.

"Can't you do something about that?" she asks. "Being the Threadmancer* and all."
"I've tried," I say, grimacing as I spin around, squeezing off a shot and a robot falls to its doom. "I can't. It's - "
"Power drain," my beloved observes, firing bursts from the rifle. The robots escape her fire but not mine. Scratch four robots. "This is unnatural," she adds. "Deliberate. As we are constantly fighting, using our dwindling strength and - "
"I don't want to know what comes next - "
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
"What the fuck?!" I exclaim, forgetting Monny preferes I didn't curse, as the cave wall in front of us cracks amind deafening noise, scattering rock and dust. "Zark," I append.
"We're going to find out," my wife says...

* First person speaker is Natalie, the blonde. Her wife is the redhead, Monica.