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Water welled in his boots. His feet ached from wear, and his lungs heaved through the thin cavern air. Yet for all this, all his mind cared about was the rifle in his hands. The Bard, in all his weapon expertise, had never been an enthusiast for weapons. In a world where sanity had been swept away, focusing on the complexities of guns and blasters seemed to be the only way to keep yourself focused. To him, this rifle - in all of its generic, simplistic design - was a sign of the old NCR. A sign of society.

Description
Water welled in his boots. His feet ached from wear, and his lungs heaved through the thin cavern air. Yet for all this, all his mind cared about was the rifle in his hands. The Bard, in all his weapon expertise, had never been an enthusiast for weapons. In a world where sanity had been swept away, focusing on the complexities of guns and blasters seemed to be the only way to keep yourself focused. To him, this rifle - in all of its generic, simplistic design - was a sign of the old NCR. A sign of society.