Amidst the scorched wreckage of the AlienNation, Expandor’s metallic flesh, storm-born of fusion and chaos, swells with a seismic groan, expanding to twice its size! As its form doubles, its skin becomes only more luminescent. while flora, fauna, finch and falcon quiver in rapture, it is very clear that this is no ordinary apocalyptical; each inflation is a sacred pulse, each inhale a summons. In a land where shame has no no name, Expandor rises divine as king of pump and grind..
