Ever since those pastel colored freaks came to Earth, he knew they were up to no good. As the Earth's population rapidly heeds the siren song of ponification, the cyborg Tinman tries in vain to not think about the inevitable conclusion. Then the unthinkable happens, the end of war and the retirement of all its various accoutrements. As a soldier of fortune with no more wars to fight, and a humanity that's fading away. What's a war machine to do? Check the help wanted ads of course!

Based on The Conversion Bureau by Blaze, with elements borrowed from Chatoyance and Midnightshadow.

Cover art: "God of Batleground" by KaranaK