I own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding tamers intended. Four Syndicate Thugs break into my house. "What the Incineram?" As I grab my powdered wig and Palpagos rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my makeshift handgun on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbor's Rayhound. I have to resort to the Single-shot Sphere Launcher mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with Hyper Spheres, "Tally ho lads" the spheres fail to catch them because I forgot to find Lifmunk Effigies. I equip my metal spear and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He bleeds out waiting on the PIDF to arrive since there's not a single god damn HP restoration item in this game. Just as the founding tamers intended.
Own a musket for home defense, since that's what the devs intended. Four Syndicate Thugs break into my house. "What the Incineram?" As I grab my powdered wig and Musket. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my Handgun on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbour’s Lamball. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with Tocotoco eggs, "Tally ho lads" the Tocotoco volley shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off the nearby Cattiva population. Fix metal spear and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the Pal-Centre medics to arrive since deep spear wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the devs intended.
