It's five a.m. and a visibly nervous Claptrap rumbles towards a slumbering Phil Spencer. Claptrap flashes his single, large-lensed eye, slowly. He hates waking Phil. But that's his job. He pulls himself together and charges his speaker. "Directive one: Protect humanity! Directive two: Obey Jack at all costs. Directive three: Dance!" Phil groans, sleepily. "It's obey Phil at all costs, Claptrap. Jack's gone, man." Claptrap shuffles backwards as Phil throws off the covers and dangles his legs over the edge of the bed. His State of Decay t-shirt barely crumpled, the Xbox supremo reaches for his Windows Phone to check the day's ... Read More »
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