When that network in the sky went online, and the robotic apocalypse began, one corporation was behind it all, one crazed consumerist organization who didn’t consider or care about the fate of humanity.


Those who didn’t join the net, those who were too brave and too proud to give up their humanity without a fight, they called themselves the Sons of Cyborg and rode around the wastelands dispensing vengeance for humans.


 If you hear choppers roaring and bots exploding, if you see a pack of humans riding high with a Sons of Cyborg patch on their vest, you’d better go with them if you want to survive.

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