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Mr. Wonka? Mr. Wonka?
...sorry, I was just having a flashback.
Do these flashbacks happen often?
It has been happening increasingly...
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Since a child, he has this weird fascination about guns. If he goes to a mall and a firearms and ammunitions shop crossed his eyes, he would approach its glass windows and stare at the guns being showcased in their respective places. His eyes glimmering with delight, he would start to imagine all sorts of things he would be able to do when a rifle taller than him was to be placed in his hands. He would quiver in excitement whenever he would imagine pulling the trigger of a high-caliber handgun and feeling the immense recoil delivered by the sheer firepower of the gun. The violent gunpowder blast and tiny clinking of the empty shells hitting the floor were music to his ears. He would tremble in his place, while he drowned himself in his dreams of a world filled with the burns of gunshot residues and the smell of firearm violence.
It all started when he and his family were invited in a famous military school to shoot a couple of rounds in the firing range. His family being friends with the head captain of that prestigious military school, they were free to shoot down metal targets with a .38 revolver and a powerful .45 handgun, with no worries with the ammunition. There was also a small rifle, but its might wasn't close to the power of the .45. He tried firing the handgun, and it was then and there that he loved the limb-wrecking shockwave of the mighty gun. With the sheer force of the gun , his small hands succumbed to gunshot recoil wounds and his arms trembled with each pull of the trigger. However, each subsequent blast heightened his interest immensely. Each deafening bang triggered more and more curiosity in his young mind. As targets fell one after the other, he silently told to himself that he was enjoying the pain of his wounds, the ache of his muscles succumbing to the weight of the gun, and the smell of gunpowder escaping the barrel of the gun.
But in the real world, he cannot possibly unleash that amount of power. He cannot fire guns outside a controlled environment. With the firing range long gone and out of sight for good, his trigger-finger was put to rest and his intentions of firing another bullet were buried in the sands of the past.
At least, in the real world.
After several years of not hearing the click of a gun's trigger, he came across a game entitled Parasite Eve 2. His older brother played this when he was younger, but he didn't have the guts to play it back then since he was afraid of the Neo-Mitochondrion Creatures eating the flesh and drinking the blood of everything alive. But he unconsciously tapped his inner desires to once again fire weapons of destruction. It was then he started playing the role of the heroine named Aya Brea.
He and Aya would later on finish Akropolis Tower in record time, picking up vital items along the way. He didn't like the submachine gun laying across the chapel's gates, and wished for some other firearm that would make their task of exterminating the NMCs a little easier. After traveling in Dryfield and gaining access to the Shelter, at last, they found three weapons that would turn out to be their favorites: the 9mm 12-bullet P229 with Flashlight and Silencer attachments, the 5.56mm 30-round M4A1 Assault Rifle equipped with a bayonet, and the 12-gauge pump-action SP12 shotgun. With these three armaments, he and Aya shot down each vicious enemy without mercy. They showered critical hits and blinded their enemies with the reliable P229 loaded with the 9mm Hydra. NMCs tasted nothing but lead as 5 mil bullets tattered their naked bodies to shreds. Enemies foolish enough who wandered too close to Aya felt the sharp wrath of the bayonet, which split them into founts of flowing entrails. And even the strongest, biggest, and meanest GOLEM was no match to the sheer force of Buckshot loaded in the SP12. Fragments blasted from the shotgun easily penetrated through the thick layer of protective gear the half-androids wore over their genetically modified muscular physique. With these bad ass guns, Aya did not rely heavily in her Parasite Powers.
But after a few days of carbine carnage, the game ended. Aya saved the day, with the help of the boy fixated with guns. As Aya's Parasite Powers receded and turned into a recessive trait, so did the boy's immense fascination on guns.
But little did he know that somewhere inside him, a 44Mag. Mongoose Magnum is slowly reloading, preparing to kill another deeply mutated Neo-Mitochondrion Creature (or even a zombie infected with the T-Virus) in the near future.
Mr. Wonka? Mr. Wonka?
...sorry, I was just having a flashback.
Do these flashbacks happen often?
It has been happening increasingly...
---
Since a child, he has this weird fascination about guns. If he goes to a mall and a firearms and ammunitions shop crossed his eyes, he would approach its glass windows and stare at the guns being showcased in their respective places. His eyes glimmering with delight, he would start to imagine all sorts of things he would be able to do when a rifle taller than him was to be placed in his hands. He would quiver in excitement whenever he would imagine pulling the trigger of a high-caliber handgun and feeling the immense recoil delivered by the sheer firepower of the gun. The violent gunpowder blast and tiny clinking of the empty shells hitting the floor were music to his ears. He would tremble in his place, while he drowned himself in his dreams of a world filled with the burns of gunshot residues and the smell of firearm violence.
It all started when he and his family were invited in a famous military school to shoot a couple of rounds in the firing range. His family being friends with the head captain of that prestigious military school, they were free to shoot down metal targets with a .38 revolver and a powerful .45 handgun, with no worries with the ammunition. There was also a small rifle, but its might wasn't close to the power of the .45. He tried firing the handgun, and it was then and there that he loved the limb-wrecking shockwave of the mighty gun. With the sheer force of the gun , his small hands succumbed to gunshot recoil wounds and his arms trembled with each pull of the trigger. However, each subsequent blast heightened his interest immensely. Each deafening bang triggered more and more curiosity in his young mind. As targets fell one after the other, he silently told to himself that he was enjoying the pain of his wounds, the ache of his muscles succumbing to the weight of the gun, and the smell of gunpowder escaping the barrel of the gun.
But in the real world, he cannot possibly unleash that amount of power. He cannot fire guns outside a controlled environment. With the firing range long gone and out of sight for good, his trigger-finger was put to rest and his intentions of firing another bullet were buried in the sands of the past.
At least, in the real world.
After several years of not hearing the click of a gun's trigger, he came across a game entitled Parasite Eve 2. His older brother played this when he was younger, but he didn't have the guts to play it back then since he was afraid of the Neo-Mitochondrion Creatures eating the flesh and drinking the blood of everything alive. But he unconsciously tapped his inner desires to once again fire weapons of destruction. It was then he started playing the role of the heroine named Aya Brea.
He and Aya would later on finish Akropolis Tower in record time, picking up vital items along the way. He didn't like the submachine gun laying across the chapel's gates, and wished for some other firearm that would make their task of exterminating the NMCs a little easier. After traveling in Dryfield and gaining access to the Shelter, at last, they found three weapons that would turn out to be their favorites: the 9mm 12-bullet P229 with Flashlight and Silencer attachments, the 5.56mm 30-round M4A1 Assault Rifle equipped with a bayonet, and the 12-gauge pump-action SP12 shotgun. With these three armaments, he and Aya shot down each vicious enemy without mercy. They showered critical hits and blinded their enemies with the reliable P229 loaded with the 9mm Hydra. NMCs tasted nothing but lead as 5 mil bullets tattered their naked bodies to shreds. Enemies foolish enough who wandered too close to Aya felt the sharp wrath of the bayonet, which split them into founts of flowing entrails. And even the strongest, biggest, and meanest GOLEM was no match to the sheer force of Buckshot loaded in the SP12. Fragments blasted from the shotgun easily penetrated through the thick layer of protective gear the half-androids wore over their genetically modified muscular physique. With these bad ass guns, Aya did not rely heavily in her Parasite Powers.
But after a few days of carbine carnage, the game ended. Aya saved the day, with the help of the boy fixated with guns. As Aya's Parasite Powers receded and turned into a recessive trait, so did the boy's immense fascination on guns.
But little did he know that somewhere inside him, a 44Mag. Mongoose Magnum is slowly reloading, preparing to kill another deeply mutated Neo-Mitochondrion Creature (or even a zombie infected with the T-Virus) in the near future.
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