Guns were a lot easier. Cliff lived in the middle of nowhere, of course he'd went shooting. Carl definitely had a hunting rifle in the house, but he had a feeling the guy was talking more than just that.
"Did you have one when we you got here and it got bricked somehow? My phone's a damn paperweight," he said, looking mildly annoyed at that (he'd saved up so long for that stupid thing). Eying his stance, he wordlessly followed his lead, adopting a similar one. It felt like he was more stable with the weapon already, which was a good indication this is how he was supposed to be standing.
It also helped him block the swing coming at him when he got close enough, replying in kind with his own, probably easy to dodge swing. It was actually pretty satisfying already, all things considered. "...Oklahoma. 2015, if that matters."
It did, from what he'd seen so far, among people actually from Earth. Some people weren't, and he had a hard time guessing sometimes which was which. It was like this place was aiming to fuck with his head a little.
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"Did you have one when we you got here and it got bricked somehow? My phone's a damn paperweight," he said, looking mildly annoyed at that (he'd saved up so long for that stupid thing). Eying his stance, he wordlessly followed his lead, adopting a similar one. It felt like he was more stable with the weapon already, which was a good indication this is how he was supposed to be standing.
It also helped him block the swing coming at him when he got close enough, replying in kind with his own, probably easy to dodge swing. It was actually pretty satisfying already, all things considered. "...Oklahoma. 2015, if that matters."
It did, from what he'd seen so far, among people actually from Earth. Some people weren't, and he had a hard time guessing sometimes which was which. It was like this place was aiming to fuck with his head a little.