video; un: ROCKET | happiness is a warm gun

[beatupgrass]

[Here we have Rocket, our local raccoonoid, contributing his part of the planning.]

So I don't know shit about dragons, but I do know a few things about fightin' giant monsters, and I want these dudes to fail so bad in their stupid plan that they die humiliated. That would give me an extreme amount of satisfaction. So! I got a proposal.

See, everybody's got their little contributions to this cause, and this is mine- I build things. Specifically, I build gadgets. Tech, weapons, bombs... Mostly those last two. The problem is that unless y'all want me to start ripping non-essentials off the station while those Natha jerks are off on vacation or whatever, I don't have the materials to arm everybody who wants it.

Ergo if you want bigger and badder weapons, you need to come to Wyver and bring me whatever you got that I can make something worth your while with. We'll discuss the payment particulars later.

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[beatupgrass]

You people have been holding out on me. I should've made this offer months ago.

[You can't keep the guns, Rocket.]

[punshots]

Hey, I'm just glad all the weapons the Natha gave me to stockpile was actually worth something.

[ NOT REALLY...but hey, what's a little dark humor to lighten the mood? ]

[beatupgrass]

They gave you weapons?

Damn I need to aim higher when I ask 'em for things.