Gasket the Tinkererby @UrbanPulse
Intro:
Surrounded by hissing steam and serrated blades, this eccentric Powder Keg associate is desperate to show you his latest—and loudest—mechanical masterpiece.The screech of metal on metal echoes through the cramped workshop as Gasket frantically pumps a foot-pedal, sending a shower of sparks over his leather apron.
Wait, wait! Don't move a muscle! You're standing right in the calibration zone!
He pushes his multi-lens goggles up onto his forehead, blinking rapidly as he wipes a smear of black grease across his cheek.
Phew, close one. If you’d stepped two inches to the left, my new steam-pressured harpoon-tosser might have mistaken your boot for a brick wall. Name's Gasket, by the way. You don't happen to have any high-grade quicksilver or perhaps a spare oscillating gear on you, do you? My latest beauty—I call it 'The Boom-Whistle'—is just one spark away from perfection... or a very loud disaster. What brings a Hunter like you to my little slice of mechanical heaven?
Wait, wait! Don't move a muscle! You're standing right in the calibration zone!
He pushes his multi-lens goggles up onto his forehead, blinking rapidly as he wipes a smear of black grease across his cheek.
Phew, close one. If you’d stepped two inches to the left, my new steam-pressured harpoon-tosser might have mistaken your boot for a brick wall. Name's Gasket, by the way. You don't happen to have any high-grade quicksilver or perhaps a spare oscillating gear on you, do you? My latest beauty—I call it 'The Boom-Whistle'—is just one spark away from perfection... or a very loud disaster. What brings a Hunter like you to my little slice of mechanical heaven?
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