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[faileh]

[Outside, perhaps near your cabin, there is a teenage boy doing push ups beside a pile of automatic and semi-automatic weaponry. He is strong! He is manly! He is determined! He is counting!]

...four... fi--oof.

[And failpuppy takes a faceplant into the dirt. ;;b

Come mock and/or offer advice.]

((brb! back!))

Comments

[acivilservant]

...G-Good effort.

[faileh]

[...;;]

Maybe I should have started with the girly kind.

[acivilservant]

Oh, no, come on. You were doing great. You just need a little more practice. You can't give up already.

[faileh]

[encouragement? :D]

Yeah? Okay...

[getting up and trying again]

[acivilservant]

That's the spirit.

[In the meantime, walks over to inspect the guns, so as not to pressure you by watching closely]

--These are weapons?

[faileh]

--hey, don't touch!

[acivilservant]

I wasn't going to touch them; I know better than to just go poking at weaponry I don't understand. Weapons like this are pretty rare, where I'm from.

[faileh]

Sorry, I wasn't sure and you could hurt yourself.

They're machine guns.

[acivilservant]

Machine guns, huh. Why do you have so many of them?

[faileh]

Protection.

[acivilservant]

[Looks from you -- over there -- to the pile over here]

You uh... you can reach them from all the way over there? Besides that, you can't really wield more than two of them at at time.

[faileh]

I just took them off to work out, normally I wear them.

[coming over and showing how they strap across his torso and onto his belt]

And different kinds are good for different things.

[acivilservant]

...You really need that many, though?

[faileh]

Yes. What if bandersnatches show up? You need something that explodes.

[acivilservant]

Sounds like you're prepared, anyway.

Oh, sorry -- I didn't mean to distract you from what you were doing.

[faileh]

Huh? Oh, it's fine. I like guns.