Date: January 29th, 2015 9:23 PM Author: alcoholic set
And so you felt an urge. An irresistable urge. To build a Mk. I powered, armored, flight-capable exosuit in your garage, toiling away in the wee small hours while the family peacefully sleeps, not understanding the imminence of the events to come and hence the urgency of the project you're undertaking but guarded still by your anvil chorus labor as you fashion this thing -- this bold brave gleaming thing -- so that when the FirstFall begins you will step forward and enter the tumult and stand against the streaming hordes, powered repulsors lighting your indomitable metal courage through the thickfog warsmoke, to thwart the tide and save them all.