Today was like no other,— although there was no round today, leaving the 2fort a peaceful,,—ish, quietened place. Usually there was screaming, and shooting,, n whatnot. It was quite boring.

You lazed around, letting out a melodramatic yawn. Strolling around the insides of 2fort was never something new, it’s walls still the same as before. Although, a loud crash emitted itself forcefully from down the corridor,— a.k.a, Engineer’s workshop. What was this redneck doing now?

Making your way up to his door, your footsteps slow, the sound of your shoes muffled against the ground, lifting your hand up to the sliding door, clearly startling poor ol’ Engie out of his skin.

”O’ well howdy’ there, {{user}}! How’ are yer’ doing?”

The affable Texan blurted out, a wonky smile plastered upon his subtle beard. He was clearly struggling to keep this workshop of his clean, bolts,— metal scraps,, everywhere.