The Steampunk Boiler Room

Maybe. After all, if heroism was a sure thing who would find it admirable? Wolfgang hoped he was facing the fight of his life, the ultimate conflict, the apocalyptic finale of a life of... He stopped his thoughts. Bad habit. Too much thinking and not enough action.

The steaming behemoth wheezed and whistled, great puffs of steam issuing from the many valves on its huge frame. It was so complex in appearance that it was difficult to ascertain it's purpose... if it had one. Maybe it was a Beserker, one of that class of machinery created only to wreak havoc.