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Lorem’s Workshop

Lorem returned to working on the steampunk tactical gear. She meticulously pieced together the components she had fabricated, the vest, backpack, and utility belt seamlessly coming together to form a formidable ensemble. However, as she began to stock the gear with the necessary items, she realized that she was missing some crucial elements. Knives, ammunition, and various gadgets were notably absent from her inventory, leaving the utility belt looking rather sparse.

Undeterred by these setbacks, Lorem pressed on, determined to at least test out the functionality of the gear. With a sense of anticipation, she strapped on the heavy ensemble, which looked more like a tactical dress than a vest on her, the weight of the gear dragging her down slightly. Ignoring the strain on her diminutive frame, she attempted to stand upright, only to find herself toppling backwards with a resounding thud.

Like a flipped tortoise, Lorem found herself stuck on her back, her legs flailing in the air as she struggled to right herself. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't seem to regain her balance, the weight of the gear proving too much for her to handle. In a last-ditch effort, she reached for the grappling hook launcher, aiming it at the servant bell hanging from the wall. However, her aim was off, and the grappling hook missed its mark. She pulled it back and tried several more times, but couldn’t hit it from the angle she was stuck in. This left her stranded and defeated.

With a sigh of resignation, Lorem conceded defeat, undoing the bindings of the gear and crawling out from it. Exhausted and disheartened, she sat on the workshop floor, staring at the failed creation before her. It was clear that the current design was not suitable for her, but perhaps it could still serve a purpose for others. No, this was a rough prototype. It had a long way to go before it would be deemed ready.

As she reflected on her failure, Lorem resolved to streamline and lighten the gear, finding ways to improve its weight distribution and balance. In addition, perhaps she could innovate the accessories to keep the weight down and in a sense cut out the fat. She made a mental note to document this setback, knowing that it would serve as a valuable lesson for the future endeavors.

She needed to get away from the workshop, so she went to the main house. She was covered head to toe in the grease, metal, sweat of her work. She was an adorable little mess. Her face and hair shared the same result as her clothes. Only her eyes were clean due to the protective work goggles.