less characteristics and more able to keep upWell...he also raised Maxwell. It would be bit stupid to try and apply all their characteristics to him because of the fact.
less characteristics and more able to keep upWell...he also raised Maxwell. It would be bit stupid to try and apply all their characteristics to him because of the fact.
"You must have undergone incredible training to be this fast!"
Ehh, I'd prefer to let the professional do his job. And if he really wants to trick out his wheels, he'll do it without our suggestions and he'll know what best to put in it.
He did....Just delurking for a bit, but did he not already say something about adding things to his chair before?
"Ye've built all these fancy weapons, so why haven't ye tricked out that wheelchair? Some treads or turrets would be fuckin' awesome."
The old man adopts a grim expression, broadens his shoulders, and rises to his full (seated) height.
"It doesn't need anything like that. It's got me on it."
He holds that expression for about four seconds before breaking out into laughter. "I've been meaning to, but it's easy to put things off until tomorrow when you've got this many tomorrows to choose from. Plus, I don't really want to break these weapons down for parts. Sentimental value." He turns to wheel his way back towards the garden, chuckling. "Enjoy the rest of the evening, Father."