Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20181009232442/@comment-3293219-20181217235250

It'd been a while since the Lobotomites moved on from the small service town and during that time, Jerry had been working in the garage, perfecting her craft. She'd spent the last few days breaking down items, nearby and doing her best to fuse them together to create a blade but she didn't exactly seem happy with any of them.

She continued to pound away at the sheet metal, hoping to fold it over with some steel. This was close to how those lampshade headed guys in Japan would do it, if they were intoxicated and forgot everything about their profession.

Some were too heavy and others had some were too bulky or not elegant enough in their design. She knew she could make the perfect blade but it would surely take a bit more practice. By now, she had more or less left Cameron to his own devices, kind of forgetting he was with her for a bit.