tagpuan:// the reign of greed.

[KungFuCutbug]

[Once they've gotten over themself and the two before them who would need weapons (#63(b) can stand on its own, they wager, and if not it can wait its turn) have taken their fill, Syringe hesitantly steps forward and peers into the vault themself to see what remains. They were a weapons peddler, so while they didn't intend to keep any of their own stock, they have a keen eye for inspecting the quality of the weapons that pass through their hands—an eye, they hope to find, that will be quite useful here. They're pleasantly surprised to find a surplus of firearms and other such tools inside; nothing particularly unusual or special, but oftentimes the odd weapons were the least functional ones, and carrying around anything above a certain caliber would give the impression that they were an enemy. These ones, as low-brow as they may be, they know will work for the purpose they need them to.

...Their stunted height prevents them from reaching too far into the vault, so they reach as far as they can and grab the first thing their hand feels, reeling it back to inspect their catch. What they find in their grip ends up being... a carbine, semi-automatic. Huh, how lucky, that's their favorite type of gun. Lighter and more compact than a rifle, yet no less powerful. This particular one, they recognize, is the favored weapon of those shady pseudo-vigilante types who patrol certain districts' perimeters, protecting those within from riffraff, rabble-rousers and others with inflammatory intentions. An insignia they don't recognize is embossed onto the side, resembling two round clouds moving apart and unleashing a rain of three lightning-like arrows below—a symbol they can only assume represents divine intervention, the Gods judging those with wickedness in their hearts. A judgment they, as a Saint, will soon help come to pass.

Yes. This will do nicely.]

> Acquire the Storm Carbine. 30 rounds (bullets) remain.