It’s the year 2147, and humans have colonized Mars. Within the dense, uniform cities that have begun to litter the landscape, the lines between living spaces and entertainment districts have blurred in an attempt to keep the population satiated and docile. The experiment has worked, and for decades, humans have lived on Mars in absolute peace, enjoying the vast distance between them and the decimated wastepile of Earth.

Recently, drilling operations have commenced in an attempt to harness the heat from Mars’ inner core. These operations led to the discovery, and awakening, of giant metal Tripods from deep within the planet’s crust. Piloted by a panda-like race of Martians as bloodthirsty as they are adorable, these giant vehicles have begun to crush entire cities, covering the ruins with a fibrous red material grown from human blood in an attempt to re-terraform the planet to their liking.

The loss of human life has been substantial - with such a long history of peace, the people of Mars have no weapons to defend themselves, and rely only on an early warning system to alert them of incoming danger. Is all hope lost, or will the unlikeliest of heroes save humanity from certain extermination?