Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150507051929

Zetro. Azulius had never heard of the city, but it sounded like an interesting place. He personally preferred an older aesthetic to things, but the lights and patterns still sounded cool.

"Well, like most stuff I do," Azulius replied, "it's kind of a mad love affair between the past and the present.  This style of gun has been almost like another family symbol to us since my multi-great grandpa Jasper... Cardoso." Azzie wasn't sure if anyone was listening, and he'd already explained his family story once that night.

"So I was practicing my shooting with some of the family muscle, and somehow the trigger got jammed.  The gun was stuck firing full-auto, so I did what made sense and aimed at the nearest backstop-like structure.  Everyone nearby dove for cover and stayed there for at least half a minute after I ran out of ammo.  They were just training rounds, but I still felt horrible, even if it gave me an idea."

"How useful it would be to just pin an enemy behind something during a fight while the rest of your crew got into position?  I gave it some thought, plus that spear-hunting incident from earlier, and it all just fit together.  Lucky for me, one of the better weapon shops in town was behind on protection money, so they let me use their high-end tools in exchange for writing off their debt.  And thus was born Roaring Moxie."