You move west to the San Fransisco Harbor... Contents: Inferno Dredclaw Sunder Sweepcraft shortranges back to his doppelganger <>. He's aquiver with excitement. Rubble. Destruction. And even death. As the bony hand of an oppressive black pall falls heavily on the citizens of San Francisco, some rise up against its darkness. Some rise up amidst the gloom. Some rise up... Where others can't. "Ladder Two-Five to Fire Attack! Ah'm showin' CNG in th' structure, n' she's in th' LFL! Retreat yer lines! I repeat, BACK OUT-" -thhhh-WHOOOOOOOOM!- Sunder shifts into his fearsome-looking robot mode. "Shit."