Mental’s biomechanical screamers swarmed. Teknosam didn’t run. He unfolded — spinning, dual-wielding energy shotguns, punching headless kamikazes so hard they exploded backward.
The Earth Defense Council had one solution: Project Teknosam. teknosam 2 0 serious sam 20
Sam was older now, slower — his boots scuffed, his double-barrel shotgun still loyal but creaking. Mental hadn’t rested. New legions poured from black rifts: techno-organic horrors with plasma cannons for eyes. Mental’s biomechanical screamers swarmed
“It’s your only chance. Mental has twenty fortress worlds.” dual-wielding energy shotguns
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