"Dammit, that's the SECOND TIME I've lost that fuckin' arm!"

Existence as a full-shell cyborg can be daunting at times. You have to relearn how to function entirely, cope with the subtle changes in your new body's response time, remember to avoid damage despite not feeling pain...and your favourite brand of beer never tastes the same. Plus, it runs the risk of causing you to short-circuit.

Oh, and apparently neo-luddites get a hard-on at the notion of killing you. Funny how that works.

But no worries- here we see Alex, enjoying some quality time in his homeland, doing what he does best. Although the notion of losing an arm is unpalatable to some and utterly horrifying to most, it simply annoys him. They make replacement parts for a reason, and all Alex needs to concern himself with is shielding that noggin from anything higher than a .300WM round- after all, the organic brain is the most advanced computing device in the known universe, and you only ever get one. It doesn't work so well when half of it is on the side of a tree and the other is pink mist. Average thursday night, really.

Meat brain, machine body, all awoo.

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