Post by Yzxstuhl on Apr 21, 2013 5:24:07 GMT
Streamlined Imagination had had enough. As he stepped into the main area of his workshop, his mind was set. His inventions had failed one too many times, and he was fed up with the constant wasting of resources. He stepped over to the first workbench, where the workings of some sort of mechanical device run using gears sat, most of it outside the case. Streamlined glared at it, as if it was mocking his mere existence. Using the strength he had, he reached under the workbench and pulled up, flipping it over and dumping the clockworks onto the ground, breaking most of the fragile parts. Feeling partially triumphant, going over to the next workbench and simply sliding everything off. He continued doing this until everything was on the floor; at some points, he even threw inventions at each other to destroy them, or even threw them out the nearest window. Once everything was on the floor, he pulled out a sledgehammer, and began smashing any pieces that remained, shouting "You damn clockworks! You never worked!" or "You weren't meant to explode you stupid thing!" He continued hammering and hammering away, not stopping until everything was broken into the smallest pieces possible (And even then he kept hammering for a minute or so.) He then threw the sledgehammer out of a broken windowsill, and moved over to the last workbench he hadn't touched. On it was his trusty notebook, filled with scribbling of designs and machines that he'd thought of. He smiled briefly, remembering the entertainment it had brought to him, and then threw it into the bin, loose sticky notes flying out of the book. He then paused for a moment, thinking. He never wanted to invent again. He'd been living off Map Exploration's earnings, since his inventions were unfit to be sold, and he had yet to repay any of the money he'd borrowed. He'd destroyed his house countless times, injure himself and others, and he was fed up. Time for a new career path. Using his magic, he brought a blank book over to him, flipped it open to the first page, brought a pen to himself, and began writing. "Chapter.... One." He said to himself.