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Post by Sarpek on Nov 14, 2008 17:31:01 GMT -5
((It's a home-grown shotgun. It's hella inaccurate, and only does damage at close range, and is hard to make ammo for. What do you expect?))
A Rather scorched Sarpek stands there, missing both eyebrows, holding the shotgun, which promptly buzzes, all four lights red. "As I said. Bugs." He falls over. There is another bang, and a spoon embeds itself in the wall next to the DJ as a second barrel misfires.
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