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12/31/2015 12:18:43 AM
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"Vented slide for a faster fire rate, extended clip to hold 14 shots, a suppressor to keep it silent, and maybe a red dot. Then I got my shotgun to do"
English
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"Gonna paint it? Cuz I'm giving this an ice paintjob"
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"I make mine in NWH-" [b]he says, cutting himself off at that. [/b]"green and black, with the rifle having red instead of green"
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"NWH?"
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[b]His face looks visibly saddened. [/b]"it's nothing"
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"Alright"
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[b]He pulls a Pump shotgun from his back, painting if all black with a green muzzle, trigger and stock, adding a red dot sight to it alongside an extended barrel, which he also paints olive green. [/b]"need a name for this beauty..."
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"Aha..." [b]He strips the gun and starts to paint it[/b]
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[b]He pulls a 2nd 1911[/b]
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[b]He finishes the paint job and starts to work on a stock [/b]
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[b]He puts an extended magazine on, be doubling the width of the handle[/b]
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[b]He puts the stock against the handle and starts to torch them together[/b]
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[b]He paints the gun black, with a green handle, and carves some letters into each half of the slide; NWH[/b]
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[b]He starts to work on a barrel extension[/b] "So...."
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"Yeah?" [b]He asks, putting the gun in its holster and putting a Smith and Wesson 657 on the table[/b]
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"I don't know..."
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"Okay then" [b]he says, adding an extended barrel, and painting it all black, no green whatsoever[/b]
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[b]He attaches the extension and grabs a screwdriver[/b]
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[b]He does the same to his other gun[/b]
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[b]He fiddles with the air seals [/b]
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[b]He holsters them, leaving[/b]
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[b]He grabs the gun and shoots into a target[/b] "What do the insignias you engraved into your guns mean?"
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"Ah, old history of mine"
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"Do tell"
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"It's a very, very painful memory for me, but okay. It all started at birth, I was born into a gang, the Kings. I was with them for years, until I was 18, and I was out, walking the streets of the city we lived in, Andrea's town, named after the founder of the town 20 years prior. I was walking past an alley, I seen some Kings threatening an old, 80 year old woman, there was about 3 of them there. I actually had morals, so I pulled my gun from its holster, and I shot all 3 Kings without a word. The old lady thanked me and left, but word got to my boss about this incident. So, when I got to the apartment, my girlfriend was waiting for me, pissed and high. She tried to kill me, so I killed her. Or at least I thought I did. I was captured, and had to watch my parents die in front of me, my sister get ràped, and shot like a dog. You following so far?"
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"Yeah, I'm listening"
