College Flying Jewels Imiation Piece
Flying Jewels Imitation Piece Final Draft It was adjusting his equipment that got to Shepard. It sounded so stupid, even to himself. He had faced things that by all logic should have impacted him more. He’d woken up in the midst of an attack to learn that he’d been dead for two years. He’d met old friends and comrades, and seen the way the years impacted them. He’d even received an email from his mom , making clear that they needed to talk if he suddenly wasn’t, in fact, dead. Yet, it was his stupid guns that made it set in. He’d been using standard stuff since waking up. Too rushed to make real changes for optimization. If he’d felt faster, stronger…it had just melded into the chaos of battle where instinct reigned. Now though…Now, he’d had the chance to just sit down and do the menial work that followed battle. The changes to that routine suddenly stuck out. He had to make numerous modifications to his trusty Mattock. He’d upped the power to get the satisfying recoil he’d