.::Machina Log 003::.

[mr_fixthings]

. . . . well that didn't go well.  It exploded in my face.

Tysh, I am seriously looking my touch.

Comments

[wired_realities]

Problem with your hardware? Oh dear. Thats not fun.

[mr_fixthings]

You can say something like that. Hopefully a little more twinkering can help this bad boy.

[wired_realities]

And what is this 'bad boy', hmm? A special project?

[axellent_viii]

I'll say.

Those gloves you made for me...? They fell apart, and because of it, I got my ass kicked.

[mr_fixthings]

Goddamit.

I'm dealing with different material in this world. Besides, you shouldn't rely on just the gloves. Anyway, how they fall apart? I'll fix improve it for free.

Unless you want a flamethrower.

[keysofdestiny]

Are you insane? Don't give Axel a flamethrower! That's just giving him an excuse to burn everything.

Axel, if you get a flamethrower, you better not torch something at our place with it...

[axellent_viii]

Don't worry about how it fell apart, they just did.

...But what is this you say about a flamethrower?

Ignore the kid below.

[cloakeddisciple]

You wouldn't happen to have any experience with fixing a large, unbalanced centrifuge, would you?

I don't know what they've been doing with it in the labs, but by the stars, the thing took out a wall last time.

[mr_fixthings]

Mmm, interesting. I'll take a look at it if you want then. I have better luck at fixin' then inventin' these days here.

[cloakeddisciple]

Wonderful. Just nip down to the city labs whenever's convenient, and tell them Mr. Erebus sent you for repairs. They shouldn't give you any trouble.

Drop me an invoice for however much you think the labor's worth.