Medium · Hand/Eye Coordination ≥ 4
0.6 seconds remain. There are six little black dots in the tip of the thick barrel, like a honeycomb. This is a nock cannon. It shoots six rounds in one pull of the trigger.
Motorics
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0.6 seconds remain. There are six little black dots in the tip of the thick barrel, like a honeycomb. This is a nock cannon. It shoots six rounds in one pull of the trigger.
The sharp blade chafes against your skin, producing a scratching sound. The surface underneath the beard feels tender, the air brushing against it chilly.
Your hand trembles as you scratch at your cheek... oh no, that's not how a grown man shaves!
They feel so smooth, surprisingly so. A feeling of freshness overcomes you, as if you just came from a cold bath.
Beneath the doubt sprouts a new vigour, like you've discarded some bad decisions. It feels as though you've passed through a ritual. Emerged from cold water, even...
The razor lands with a clang. A red trickle begins to spread in the water.
Your hand shakes so hard you can't even muster up the courage to try. Maybe you're just too wild at heart?
Like an artist with a brush or a master swordsman, you use the small mirror and the straight razor -- with some soap -- to remove all that unkempt hair from below the nose-line.
Your hand refuses to move another millimetre. A small trickle of blood runs down your cheek.
The sharp blade chafes against your skin, producing a scratching sound. The surface underneath the beard feels tender, the air brushing against it chilly.
This is dangerous. You're 70% certain you always leave your gun loaded.
It's extra ammunition. She's locked and loaded, ready to fight some cops.
The kid moves his hands like a basketball player dribbling fast.
Oh fuck, it was loaded... There were two bullets in it. You always keep at least two barrels loaded.
It was loaded. There were two bullets in it. You always keep at least two barrels loaded.
It's me. I'm keeping his hand from moving. We're not doing that anymore. We're not reading those words. People have died. He needs to work, not ache his heart for something that will never return.