old RP fag in young RealLife outfit
for many months Ive been tyring to achieve own goals as RolePlayer, and many knew me... once.
but for now I am just a fucker which has addapted to environment, I am the effect of evolution and 2238 gamer at its finest.
*Reloads his rifle in a slow, mechanical way, like he was repeating this same move over and over since he was born. He looks at the body of the poor, young guy in awesome leather jacket, which is lying on the ground and bleeding. The guy is still alive, but Impre finishes him off barehanded. They look kind of similar, but Impre is... older? He's not even checking the body, as he stopped to need anything at the moment when he achieved everything. Despite the rust on his armor he gets up fast and silent, looks around and then retuns back to the throne. He salutes before the Redding King, but he has nothing to say at all*