Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150711194841/@comment-29458028-20150727051005

"Heh, I bought the armor cause I can't steer properly and skid everywhere, not because I am scared of people riddling the damned thing with bullets or blowing it up with a rocket launcher. Don't want trees to scratch the damned thing" said Adrian as he sighed.

'Damned doors are already open, girls."

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"Uhhh, lemme just say, dad is a rich ass businessman who runs a hotel and restaurant chain. Mom owns a beauty company. Little bro is a rich ass punk lawyer. And my big sis married some rich ass guy as well. The conference is about selling shares and bonds to rich people" sighed Damien.

"I'm the black sheep in the family. The sad guy with the tiny paycheck from an overpaid background. Never cared to follow people into serious jobs, even though I do have a medical degree and a P.h.D in genetic science. Used everything I learnt on my current job."

Damien shrugged and said "at least I enjoy what I do. My sister's marriage is kinda loveless, but she IS a gold digging bitch. My little bro ... well, at least he likes his job. My dad and mom argue about cash all the time. Dunno why they are still a couple."

"I know who it was. I shot that very guy who gave me the modification using a laser rifle, since I was under programming to terminate him. Aldrich was furious that he died, since there was no way to recover information from the dead scientist, who was also one of the first of the DRAGON project, which I assume your creator has knowledge of" said Fionn, emotionlessly.

"The one who modified me's a smart bastard. He programmed me to kill him. He also wiped his circuits. Aldrich's second in command actually had an aneurysm burst due to anger. I doubt your creator is now dead and gone."