User blog comment:NyricTheDeceiver/Group RP: The Death of Social Darwinism/@comment-23854671-20151005002337/@comment-28898344-20151009235610

The robotic creatures, their scintillating metallic bodies reforming after being destroyed, rose up from the ground. Liquid nanites sealed their wounds, reattached severed limbs, repaired their burnt hull, and created more of them. These nasty little creatures, called Cullers, were now upon them. Some took the form of rabid canines, their eye sockets glowing crimson red. Others took the forms of avians or reptiles, any form that was necessary to reduce their pray to paste.

They all analyzed this group of test subjects they were meant to push. The Cullers had underestimated their prey like a pack of stray dogs. Not this time. They scanned their opponents and gather all necessary data. They began to shift into optimal forms, forms that counteracted their opponents. Some Cullers began to look like a sentient wave, others maintaining their zoomorphic form and just changing the properties of their body.

The Cullers began to form packs, create battle strategies, all to fulfill their master's grand plan. All to entertain him. They then set these plans into motion. They attacked

Those that looked liked waves went after Dawson and Tkyo, whilst the zoomorphic Cullers began to chase after and engage the others.