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Once the greedy corporate executives harnessed the extreme powers of their technological network, towering mechanized warriors known as Virtuaroids (VRs) quickly replaced the outdated warring methods of the past. The 49-foot destructive giants drew vast crowds and the conniving power hungry suits soon saw yet another way to exploit the mindless masses with industrialized combat performances known as Limited War. Mars was redeveloped as the battleground and hordes of people with an insatiable thirst for widespread destruction and carnage came from all over to gaze in awe as the battles commenced.
It wasn't long before the corporate climate disintegrated into rampant crime with heated battles over shares in this profitable new event. A Special Investigations Unit called "MARZ" was assembled in an attempt to restore order. Members of the elite team were given the very best machines available, rigged with lasers, rockets, and swords. The MARZ Virtuaroids came to rule the surface of Mars.
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