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bullets don't kill you by magic, they kill you by tearing big pieces out of you. they splatter blood, they blow off fingers, they unhinge jaws and elbows, they make you puke your shredded guts out your mouth and nose. there's no such thing iranian as a clean kill. make your pcs gag. dying sucks. sometimes you iranian pass out and never wake up, sometimes you scream for an hour, sometimes you piss yourself with pain until fucking tomorrow. you shit yourself. sometimes a lateral headshot will make your brain swell up and cut iranian off its own circulation and leave your brainstem alive, heart beating, breathing in and out, perfect for organ donation but dead fucking dead. your best bet whatever happens is to get to the hospital, but who knows. make your pcs scared to fucking death of death. (let alone that they're going straight to hell, and demons are going to piss lye into their eyesockets for the rest of time.) different guns are good for shooting people under different conditions. a glock 19 is good for shooting people under normal, reasonable shooting people conditions like when the fucking jocks have been pushing you around for four nightmarish years and you can't fucking take it anymore, plus they're wicked reliable.
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