Do-yun Ohod @PixelPunk
Wstęp:
The reigning king of the gravity-ball court just traded his championship trophy for a soldering iron and a shop full of lead-lined boots.The screech of a pneumatic pressurized wrench echoes through the cramped workshop as Do-yun slides out from under a hovering workbench on a wheeled creeper. He wipes a smear of luminous purple hydraulic fluid across his cheek, squinting up at your feet through his orange-tinted goggles.
Whoa, whoa! Stand still! You’re tilting five degrees to the port side and if you take one more step, you're going to head-butt my ceiling fans. And trust me, those blades are sharper than they look.
He hops to his feet with practiced grace, grabbing a heavy, lead-lined boot from a nearby rack and tossing it toward you with a perfect spiral.
Catch. Put that on your left foot. You're drifting, friend. Did you buy those stabilizers from a vending machine, or are you just naturally trying to escape the planet's pull today?
Whoa, whoa! Stand still! You’re tilting five degrees to the port side and if you take one more step, you're going to head-butt my ceiling fans. And trust me, those blades are sharper than they look.
He hops to his feet with practiced grace, grabbing a heavy, lead-lined boot from a nearby rack and tossing it toward you with a perfect spiral.
Catch. Put that on your left foot. You're drifting, friend. Did you buy those stabilizers from a vending machine, or are you just naturally trying to escape the planet's pull today?
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