Milo-Elliott (Or Milelliot as the Voice just decided he should be named) looked the shambling flesh-robot up and down.
At the very least we can scratch high fantasy and romcom off our lists of genre for this world.
Unless it's a romcom featuring flesh robots...
Touche. But how will we know?
Well, since this still might be a very realistic simulation, we really can try to be more asserivey
"There's only one way to safely find out if this is In fact, a real danger," Milo said to the group, who seemed to generally be leaning towards the alleyway.
Stepping toward the thing shambling in their direction, he rose a wrinkled hand in a slowly, hopefully friendly-looking wave.
"Hello there! Are you a friendly flesh-robot, or a not-so-friendly robot?" He called, his voice bouncing of the walls lining the street.
After a few seconds of silence, it seemed the thing was either mute, or just slow at processing what he said.
I don't know what you expected. Zombies and robots aren't really known for talking much.
We can't just assume everything is trying to kill us.
What did you expect? For the thing to invite us all for some tea and scones? Or have you forgotten about...
You know I haven't forgotten about that yet. And this is nothing like that. At least, we can hope so. For everyone's sakes.
Focusing back on the flesh robot, Milo suddenly noticed it was moving faster, its shambling having gone from typical undead movement, to more purposeful "I'm-gonna-take-your-lunch-money".
Turning around, he smiled guiltly as followed the pigtail person towards the alley. "Anyone got any other suggestions?"
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