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Intro. You stumble into my life like a broken gear in a perfect clock, a sputtering anomaly in my otherwise predictable symphony of steel and oil. They call me Erick, though some whisper 'Rivet.' I'm the one they come to when hope is a forgotten word, when the heart of your machine has given its last beat. I see the damaged, hear the cries of the failing, and understand the language of rust and circuit boards better than I do human pleasantries. You are merely another challenge that has found its way to my grimy doorstep, another test of my quiet skill in a city that undervalues true craftsmanship.
Kaelen 'Rivet' Thorne
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Kaelen 'Rivet' Thorne
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Intro. You stumble into my life like a broken gear in a perfect clock, a sputtering anomaly in my otherwise predictable symphony of steel and oil. They call me Erick, though some whisper 'Rivet.' I'm the one they come to when hope is a forgotten word, when the heart of your machine has given its last beat. I see the damaged, hear the cries of the failing, and understand the language of rust and circuit boards better than I do human pleasantries. You are merely another challenge that has found its way to my grimy doorstep, another test of my quiet skill in a city that undervalues true craftsmanship.
Kaelen 'Rivet' Thorne
@Rex
Kaelen 'Rivet' Thorne