Methodically loading weapon after weapon into each strap, the weight I was putting on probably equaled that of my own body weight by the time I was done. Of course, my main weapon will always be the Feuermischung as it rested snuggly by my left side. With my weapons hanging firmly from every strap that I somehow managed to affix to my body, I then made to look at the contraptions and schematics sitting across the table in front of me.
Okay, the schematics would have to be all folded at least. It'll all fit in my pockets, hopefully. Then the devices would be the only things left to think about.
"Okay... Think...."
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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