[Oh, for the love of... Dist rolls his eyes and goes offscreen for a moment, plucking a folder from his desk and flipping through it. He chooses the specs for the fontech gun he recently completed and lays it against the journal's page.
...Yeah, good luck understanding any of what's written there. But it's obvious this guy knows his mechanics. There's also some long and obnoxious math problems scribbled into the specs as well.]
[Locked]
...Yeah, good luck understanding any of what's written there. But it's obvious this guy knows his mechanics. There's also some long and obnoxious math problems scribbled into the specs as well.]
Is that proof enough, my dear?