What's fun is that in this run Wilbur Helms is an octogenarian cripple who needs to get around in a wheel chair and is connected to an oxygen tank at all times.
He's also racist as hell but that doesn't matter.
I'll raise you the fact that all my characters rely on nanorobots to keep them from dying of various medication resistant diseases.
Like, I could just kind of sneeze on them and boom. Dead in a week from the common cold.










