Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20140523050353/@comment-24684131-20140523065428

Liath, whilst finding the machine that had marched onto the platform he stood before quite a sight to behold, sighed inwardly.

He had found himself at this event after Grayther told him about some company making a sudden resurgence in the arms market, so he had arrived as neatly dressed as he could, even going so far as to polish his gauntlet, which shimmered slightly in the sunlight.

Liath hoped it would be some sort of new way to apply dust in combat, or a new type of anti-grimm amunition, or even a new gun, anything but - what was in his opinion - another walking pile of tin.

He could understand why people liked the idea of walking tanks and robotic soldiers; simply, it was cheaper and safer than having a flimsy human chasing around primevil creatures. But it was his opinion that it defeated the point of the hunters altogether, what's the point in wasting time and resources training a human for eight years if you could fabricate an entire platoon of pre-programmed machines that looked like they could easily go toe to toe with an ursa in a straight up fist fight - and win? Besides, where would the satisfaction be if he wasn't in a huge amount of danger?

Despite his growing sense of disappointment, he kept his gaze leveled on the stage, thinking he might as well learn as much as possible whilst he was here.