*CCR: part III

February 13, 2007 | 1 Comment

Crippled, Crippled Robot was walking, which he loved. That’s right, he lo-ooved walking. It was his favourite.

Except for murdering. Murdering was his real favourite – walking was his second favourite.

This particular day he was walking in Bruckton, the poor section of town. Of course, CCR had only recently been created, so he didn’t know where he was. In fact, he didn’t actually know anything at all. His brain was severely damaged and his battered metal body barely worked.