Estiem
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Post by Estiem on Jan 12, 2013 19:25:36 GMT -5
It felt like ages now since Estiem had worked on the farm. Sometimes he'd wished he'd just stuck with the simple life. Every since being introduced to the mobile suit, he'd grown an obsession with them. It changed him, greatly. He wasn't the same person he once was.
Nothing can take him back to his parents' farm now, though. He's on a different path now. A cowboy at heart, with an uncharacteristic sense of technology - Estiem is here to stay.
While most of the time he's found working on his suit, you'll also see him at the saloon, knocking back a few. Why not stop by and say hello? He's a lonely fella. Just him and his suit.
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Post by Estiem on Jan 27, 2013 15:19:37 GMT -5
Broken and bruised, Estiem knelt - face-palming himself. How could he possibly forgotten to fuel Betty? Truth be told, it was his first real battle - but you don't go out for your first drive without gas. Reattaching her head would take some work, but he was up for the job.
In the mean time, he drank himself silly off his favorite ale. Thus began contemplating whether or not he was truly cut out for this. The ales turned into shots, and his internal questions turned into a more broad "Why am I here?" Before he could think any further, he passed out on the bar.
He had kept to himself for the most part thus far, and folks didn't really care for the guy. Questions began circulating whether or not whether or not Estiem was even alive.
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