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[Oh, my, how long has it been since anyone's seen this poor schmuck around Zelore? Pretty long, huh? Well, Dist's been a busy bee, working on various... projects for a certain someone. You know who you are. Well, now that he's actually constructed some of the less complicated rifles and pistols, Dist is testing some of them out.
The sharply dressed man can be seen far away from the City's more crowded areas, in a field with a forest a good hundred meters or so away. Just perfect to fire a few shots and test accuracy and distance. He has a small tarp laid out with the weapons lined up from largest to small. Picking up the largest of the rifles, he flips the switch on a strange machine beside him. It gives a whirr to note it's engaged, and Dist presses a few buttons, mumbling to himself. When he's finished, he takes his position beside the machine and readies the large rifle.]
Fire.
[The machine beside him jolts back a small bit and two round silver discs shoot out of it, high into the air Aiming quickly and as precisely as he can, the God-General fires. The gun kicks back and he stumbles considerably, even with his leveled stance. Two shots of what seems to be a red light burst from the rifle and hit the discs, a loud noise echoing over the field. The discs fall vertically from the air and Dist hurries over to gather them up. Marching back, he seems to be frowning.]
Accuracy [divided by two shots] - 68%
Distance - Approximately 24 meters
Kickback - Considerable
Weight - Medium
Concealment - Low
[With a heavy sigh, he makes note of his findings, not very happy with the results. He had to try harder. Hopefully the ones that required much more thought and development and creativity would produce better results.]
The sharply dressed man can be seen far away from the City's more crowded areas, in a field with a forest a good hundred meters or so away. Just perfect to fire a few shots and test accuracy and distance. He has a small tarp laid out with the weapons lined up from largest to small. Picking up the largest of the rifles, he flips the switch on a strange machine beside him. It gives a whirr to note it's engaged, and Dist presses a few buttons, mumbling to himself. When he's finished, he takes his position beside the machine and readies the large rifle.]
Fire.
[The machine beside him jolts back a small bit and two round silver discs shoot out of it, high into the air Aiming quickly and as precisely as he can, the God-General fires. The gun kicks back and he stumbles considerably, even with his leveled stance. Two shots of what seems to be a red light burst from the rifle and hit the discs, a loud noise echoing over the field. The discs fall vertically from the air and Dist hurries over to gather them up. Marching back, he seems to be frowning.]
Accuracy [divided by two shots] - 68%
Distance - Approximately 24 meters
Kickback - Considerable
Weight - Medium
Concealment - Low
[With a heavy sigh, he makes note of his findings, not very happy with the results. He had to try harder. Hopefully the ones that required much more thought and development and creativity would produce better results.]