Even back in the old world, I always prided myself on my ability to adapt to any sort of situation. If anyone needed a backup doorstopper to any problem they might have, I usually had some solution that could delay the problem before a real professional showed up. Granted, I rarely told people that I could do such a thing, but I still told myself that I could simply step up and fix the problem if things truly got out of hand.
Then again, they seldom ever did.
So, instead of helping, I simply sat back, watching as someone more qualified than me did the job that they were supposed to do. All the while, I picked up a few things and added them to my arsenal. Said arsenal remained largely untapped, but at least it was there when I needed it.
And now was the perfect time to do so.
"You take point," I ordered, my pistols at the ready as I kept my eyes peeled. "I'll be in your rear acting as support."
"Point?"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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