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Not since the wild west has there been a time when a man lived and died by his ability with a gun. When reputations were made and lost in the time it takes to draw a gun.
If it's not a challenge it doesn't get your heart punding, doesn't send that adrenaline rush pumping through your veins. Putting your life on the line is a rush that no drug will ever match. If there's an easy way and a hard way, you'll choose the hard way every time.
If he pulls a gun on you, you'll shoot it out of his hand, if he throws a grenade you'll shoot it in mid-air, and if he comes at you from behind you won't even bother looking back before shooting him between the eyes. Yet somehow you always get away with it, perhaps because you could hit the ace of spades, held side-on, while standing on your head. Oh yeah, and blindfold, otherwise where's the challenge? |
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