You wipe the dull red dust from your eyes, your hand feels strange and light in this low gravity. A sound grabs your attention. You turn around. Perched on a sandy cliff sits the Martian Battle Crab. And it's got its war paint on. It roars like a tyrannosaur and rushes towards you. Never mind being on another planet and not being able to breath, now you're definitely screwed.
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