Wrench Wielder of the Smog City

[Clockwork]

While engineering is surely a science, at times it can also be an art. Not only in achieving the right balance between parts, but also when it backfires and paints the walls of a workroom with shrapnel and oil. Clockwork Evan was busy trying a little of each.

A loud *bang* rang out as his new engine prototype failed spectacularly again. "I'm sure I'll get it sorted one of these times," he said to himself as he began to clean up in order to start again.

He sat down and stared at what remained of the engine. "I do miss those older days, back when I'd just fancy up racers' engines and build explosives. This responsibility thing isn't all it's cracked up to be, aye? Maybe I should take a break at the bar? Or find some kind of distraction while I figure out what the problem is here." Saying that, he stood again and began to figure out his plan.

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