It's morning

You feel like you're having fewer thoughts lately, then you push that out of your head and get to work. You have enough room in your Anzio case for an extra gun and you have enough room in your inventory for a few knick knacks. You collect up your specialty tools and ditch the standard ones. You also equip your stolen experimental blowback brace exoskeleton, it allows you to fire guns without as much strain on your body allowing you to fire from stranger angles or at higher powers. It fits under your clothes for the most part, but your shorts make it kind of visible to anyone looking carefully. You've been putting it off but it's decision time, you have two shotguns in front of you and only enough room to carry one. The first is a sawn off double barrel shotgun that fires special extra heavy rounds. It makes use of its special kickback mechanisms and the slow explosives of the rounds it fires to literally throw the user back. You've used it to extend your jumps or even slow down your falls. It's a great gun and you nicknamed it the Force o' Nature. The second gun is your first personal gun, a pump action shotgun. A basic six shot modification, a replaced trigger mechanism. A shorter, reinforced barrel. Just about that actually, it looks very similar to how it did when you first got it. It'd even have your real name on it from when your father first gave it to you on your ninth birthday if you hadn't filed it off in case someone got their hands on it. You never forget your first they say. You sigh and pick

[] Force o' Nature
[] First gun
[] Neither, you need to cut weight

 

[x] Force o' Nature

Also, check your name on the first gun. Make sure it is still there.

 

This ^

 

Etch it back on, then, dammit.

No, not really. Carry on.

 

Force. More practical, and probably lighter.

 

In an attempt to bring everyone who's fallen out of the loop back in, we're having our fifth page recapitulation. It's easier than reading through the past hundred and sixty posts, trust me. I'll be making one of these every five pages or so.

You woke up this morning in your apartment without your favorite Double Eagle. When pressed to find it however you instead encounter a stupid pretty boy, Remiel Wesson, if that is a real name, who is responsible for your missing gun. He apparently is an emissary on the behalf of a prospective employer. A very rich prospective employer if your prospective paycheck has anything to do with his financial prospects. Or hers, you're not actually all that sure on that one. You decide to mess around with him a bit, see if you can make him slip up. He's probably very good or maybe just not acting at all. But what are the chances of that? So after your playful little shower and dressing room antics you accept the job and the ninety five thousand up front and send him on his merry way.

Then it's time for business, you've got two days before you ship out and plenty of things to attend to. You modify a gun and then go out on a date with an odd enemy, after breaking his nose, of course. He hires you for a side mission, nothing really happened with it. Okay, not really. You kind of get some mooks arrested, collect some guns, dislike and glare at a kindly looking cabbie, realize your house might have just burned down and find some condoms in your new wallet. So it's a Thursday.

After tell your broken nosed enemy to ditch town you meet up with Remiel, if that is his real name, Wesson again to confirm a few things, but most probably just to mess with him some more. You're pretty mean. So you set all that in order and find out where in Bristol you have to meet up for the job. Good, now it's business time once again. You go to pick up an antimateriel rifle because there are indeed tanks in Bristol, right? Right. Outside your illegally obtained garage you find a man with one arm and a man with no life. Both were looking to rob you before they met with your front door traps. The one armed man managed to ditch, not that it matters.

Inside you illegally obtained garage you find the person you'd most like to see as the target for one of your missions, no such luck unfortunately. In fact, he's there looking for you and trying to tell you to refuse that job, almost like he hates the employer more than he hates you. Not possible. You shoot him in both legs, to no avail with those damn bulletproofed trousers he wears. Why does he even wear them? He wears nothing but a wife beater most of the time. A gunshot wound to the chest is way worse than one to the leg, does he expect to be dealing with people who want to take him alive or something? Regardless of all that, you show him the door and start packing up.

And now you're more or less in the know about what you've been doing all this time. To proceed you might want to vote on which gun you're packing up.