holy shit. did you see that? i just shot 7 guys in the head! this was an alien sensation. not entirely unfamiliar, but his hands tremble as he stares at them, clickity clackity clickity clackity, the sidearm lays between his fingers, heavy, in his right hand, comforting his nerves, gently, it settles in his palm. the pistol, it speaks to me. this machine is built by those who understood the exact purpose it was meant to exact. they knew what it meant, they knew what it did. as do i. i must use it to clear out this facility, reclaim my lunchbox, and save the demon lord!

ps this is a synopsis of some kind. i have the whole story in my head. if you'd like to read more, please lmk!!!! tyty