[ CW ] Find a story that you enjoyed on /r/Writingprompts and write a sequel to it .

[ Continued from here. ] ( http: //www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/2tv1xb/wp_a_video_game_with_an_artificial_intelligence/co2q0u9 ) 
 
 `` Why do you fight for us?'' 
 
 The war machine tilted its turrets slightly in the gesture he had come to learn meant `` I'm thinking...'' The body language was n't human; the mechs were built for combat and nothing else, but there was a human mind behind it with human quirks. It straightened up and spoke from its speaker. 
 
 `` It's hard to explain. It's sort of like it's a game inside of another game. Most people play MechHunters because they want to hunt. I mean, it's in the name. The thrill of the hunt, the joy of the chase, guns going *boom* and flamers going *fwoosh*. Me, though... I like to ruin other peoples' fun.'' 
 
 `` You like to be a hero, then? Rebelling against the Machine?'' 
 
 `` Ehh... not really. Actually, in Undrull my main character was a Swarm Warlock. Basically the meanest, nastiest character you can build, and I'm talking both fluff and crunch. Someone corrupted by fell magics to serve these evil insect spirits, and someone who locks you down with so many status effects that your character just sits there and cries while I poke you to death with a dagger or something. It's friggin' hilarious when you meet a noob who has n't learned how to spec for PvP.'' 
 
 He pondered this. `` And the Machine lets you do this? It gave you that Mech knowing that you'd turn on its Hunters?'' 
 
 `` Why not? I'm playing the game, I've got the credits to pay for it, and I'm not breaking the rules. The Big U does n't really care if you're having fun, just that you play the game. Besides, I think I'm doing the other players a service. They wanted to have a *challenge* in their hunt, did n't they?'' 
 
 The machine extended an antenna, turning side to side as it scanned for hostiles. `` Not that they'd agree, of course. Every single time, it's'Waah! Griefer! Stop teamkilling us! I'm gon na get my level 50 Jaeger alt to teach you a lesson!''' She laughed, a sound distorted by the mech's speakers. `` Music to my ears. I know, I'm a terrible person.'' 
 
 `` I do n't think you're a bad person. Even if you enjoy hurting other players, you fight to protect us. You've saved our lives. You would n't do that if you just wanted to fight Mechs.'' 
 
 `` Well, I mean, you've got ta draw the line somewhere. If someone griefs you in Undrull, that's part of the game. I get to loot your body, you learn to wear stun-resist armor, we both keep on playing. Heck, even here in MechHunter, if I get killed, I'm just out of the game for a week while Undrull puts together another frame in some factory. But you? You're not in the game. If a Hunter kills you, you do n't get to laugh about it while you respawn.'' 
 
 The mech started moving ponderously towards its next patrol position as she continued. `` I once played EVE Online with a friend of mine, and he just would not shut up about this trade route he was running and how much cargo he was moving. So one day I took a cheap frigate, specced it for maximum alpha damage, set an ambush, and blew him to smithereens. Made millions of ISK in loot, laughed about it all the way to the bank. But the next day, in school? He was n't talking to me. He looked like he'd been crying. He was a friend, I did n't mean to hurt him, I thought he'd understand that it was just part of the game, but...'' The mech halted, whether to scan for enemies or just lost in thought, he could n't tell. `` That's what I mean - it's no fun when the game spills into the real world.'' 
 
 The machine stood in silence for a moment, then beckoned him forwards a wave of its gatling-arm. `` Now, c'mon, I need someone with hands. I want to try and make some deadfall traps before the next hunting party gets here. We've got a real physics engine here, and I plan to put it to use.''
