Miscellaneous Action Reporting: The Aspects Of Traveling In The World

One thing no one tells you about miscellaneous action reporting: the workers complicate the reporting process. They tell me I am Alex the “mighty” protector of Apollo-47, then ignore me when I am supposed to report something. Sometime later, someone came and asked me in room 38, where I fill out a survey and go. As I filled out the survey, I think: “Why do I have to protect a planet? Why can’t I be a trooper, actually doing something!” With my weird habit of remembering all the driver licenses, I just did: NO.192376. Then, I enjoyed the leisure of being in room 30-40: teleporting back home.
Several cycles pass around the luminosity, and my protecting duty never gave me any more reporting trouble. But, today, as I woke up, my hologram table
It reached the star in almost no time. But that was not good. There are no military tents, and not on iron camp exists, different from last Luminosity’s iron world. The army turned on me completely, and afraid I am. The army had been tricked! Whether it was me or the robots, they were tricked, and they did not like it. I knew law good enough to know that they had the power to bring me to the court. The army was just about to capture me when I yelped. I began to say something, but the mumble was unheard. What was heard was the iron and the laughter, again fully revealed of their malicious and glorious
But, the robots were coming down the hill, running at their cheering successors and my army. Because my body was still weak from my last attack, I can only call Lightning to help. He waded through the enemy, but the robots were too much for him. He quickly killed five, being the one taking all the damage. His mind was racing with fear and hatred for these robots.
Then, the bombs came. A few at initial, but volleys later, firing at the robots. They scared the robots into a panic, stampeding and hitting each other. That got three quarters of robots destroyed. But the one quarter was still elite. Our side, nearly out of bombs and bullets, had to retreat. The robots soon chased, dying on the way. But, they finally chased up, and started a massacre. My soldiers were outnumbered in every way. Suddenly, a flash of silver worked around the robots, around and around, creating a maelstrom.
It was Lightning! Startled, I am. All golems have a chance to increase all of his powers severely, at the expense of his life. He is using that power, and that only means one thing, and that is that I am going to lose him! I am grieving at my cowardness. Lightning might not have been lost if I gone down there to fight! In my blurry eyes, I saw Ann and Andy, those whom I had considered friends, being saved by the tornado. The robots were quickly depleted, and lightning failed his attempt to revive, and