In a battleground strewn with fallen bodies, lost hopes, and crushed dreams, alone warrior -- Weisseman -- planted a device many doubted, a device many mocked. The EMP had never been tested before, and the world of humans and furries alike depended on luck.
And luck was on their side.
Through the air, the electro-magnetic pulse soared, electrifying even the strongest robots. As furries watched, the midnight world became dark -- dark from their technology. Dark from their oppressors. Dark from hatred.
Perhaps a few of these maniacal metal creatures remain in the destruction. Perhaps some of the robots have integrated with society to a point where there virtually is no difference. We may have robots among us now who are more human than many of us. As for now, Furtopia returns to a state without tyranny.
