(A/N: How in all nine layers of hell did Grimsby Town beat Manchester United?)
Man, that festival went by quicker than I thought. Even the victory parade. Man, now I want a reason to throw another festival. If I really wanted to, I could just announce a festival and everyone in the city would go along with it. I don't even need a reason for it, but I want a festival for a proper reason, and not just because of impulse.
Like what Milim is doing.
You know, it's her country, and I'm not going to worry about it. I've always believed in putting ourselves first, and then helping. I mean, when you have enough problems in your own country, why bother helping others, unless there's a crisis or you're very good allies?
But all of our big problems are taken care of. Now, if we wanted, we could help other countries, or do a bit of surveillance on them as well. But it's not worth it. What's the point? The biggest instigators of a bunch of conflicts are dead, erased from reality, or have just stopped what they were doing because they don't want conflict with me. And if it's the last, I might go out to deal with it before it becomes an annoyance. But it's whatever.
So, anyway, I'm at the shooting range right now, since it's been a while since I've been here. And also because Shuna wanted some space. That was weird. She hasn't asked me for space, I think, like, ever. Am I doing something wrong?
Man, I don't know what's happening.
I would say it's whatever, but it's not whatever.
Well, I have some guns to shoot here. Three shotguns, two American and one Italian. Four assault rifles, two American, one Russian, and one German. Three submachine guns, one American, one Russian, and one German. One pistol, American. Three machine guns, two American, and one German.
A small arsenal, but filled with perhaps some of the most iconic and well-known guns. And things you can actually buy and own. At least here.
You know, of all the things I won't miss from back on Earth, or America, it's the stupid gun laws and hyper-political and partisan fighting. Like, oh, your shotgun barrel is an inch too short? Bam, ATF raid that leaves your family dead, and you in federal prison, and a fine. Oh, but they'll spend fewer resources to hunt a killer. And then the politics, it's like every opinion you say has to be something extreme. You can't even make a dumb joke without some moron taking it literally and to the extreme and calling you a nazi, communist, traitor, or some other kind of extreme. Like, since when was saying, "we should all be nice to each other," such a controversial statement?
Great, there I go again. It's like a habit for me now, but this time, it is whatever.
Well, time to take my mind off some things by shooting some guns. First up, shotguns.
"Huh? Lady Pendragon, you're here to?"
Well, I was going to go to my small arsenal when I heard Carrera. I turned around, and she was holding her golden Desert Eagle. Yeah, that looks so cool, but using it in a shooting range? Is she trying to destroy this place? I know it's open-range, but whatever. It's her gun, so who am I to say anything?
"Yeah, I'm here, Carrera. I assume you want to shoot that thing?"
"Yeah, I've been wanting to use things for a while. I used it when we fought against the Eastern Empire, and it was awesome! Like, their heads exploded like watermelons! They turned into pink mist! Can you start another war, so I can shoot more people?"
"No, Carrera, I won't start a war just for that reason. You'll have to be content with those targets out in the field."
"Alright, alright, so what guns are those? That's a lot."
"I'd be happy to show you."
And that's what I did. I showed her all the shotguns first. A Winchester Model 1887, made famous by its spin cycling. A cool, but impractical trick, but it's cool, so it offsets it. If you can do the spin, you do the spin. And I do the spin. Then there was the Winchester Model 1897, AKA the trench gun, AKA so good it tried to be made a war crime by some sore losers. And for my Italian favorite, the Benelli M4, very favored by the British SAS.
Carrera had a lot of fun with those, but we were just getting started.
Now it was time for the assault rifles. We're going to start off with the first assault rifle in history. The BAR, or the Browning Automatic Rifle.
Now, before anyone says anything, did I just say what I say? Yes, I did. Do I care what other people think about what I said? No, I do not. I know exactly what I said, and I am not taking it back in the slightest. I couldn't care less about the opinions of others on this topic.
Oh, but "AsSaulT RiflEs usE InTerMEdIATE CARtridgEs, And the BAR UsEs FuLl-PoWer carTRiges" Yeah, yeah, tell that to the end of a 30-06 Springfield round coming straight to your head. I can carry it like an assault rifle, shoot it like an assault rifle, and reload it like an assault rifle. That's good enough for me. I am willing to die on this hill.
Anyway, then there was the AK-47. Everyone knows about this one. So popular and well-known to the point that Mozambique has it on its flag. Then the STG-44. This is a real beauty and very stylish. Well, this gun wasn't the only thing that was stylish during that time. It's very hard to deny it. And last, but not least, the M16, the gun that totally doesn't have a controversial history and may or may not have been sabotaged by the government during the Vietnam War because of petty bul—. Calm down.
Anyway, very cool, nonetheless. Man, shooting all these guns brings back memories. The glory of knowing people who have a destructive device license to own rocket launchers. Having machine guns made before 1986, and all that stuff. So fun. I'll have to shoot a rocket launcher at one point; I want to experience that feeling again.
Anyway, on the SMGs. Starting off with "daddy" as the Soviets affectionately nicknamed the PPSh-41. Probably the one thing worth mentioning that they did. Oh, space, cool, yeah, what country still exists? Yeah, I thought so. Whatever, it's not like humanity will survive another 1000 years. If I had to bet, I think humanity will go extinct by disease, since people are stupid with antibiotics and don't finish them, leading to things called "superbugs".
"Okay, these guns are cool, but I want to shoot those big ones," Carrera excitedly yelled as she pointed to the machine guns. Yeah, me too. Let's skip the Thompson and the MP-40, and the Colt M1911. Well, maybe not the last one because, as the saying goes, "God created man, and Colt made them equal." I'm inclined to fully believe in that statement.
Anyway, the machine guns. An M2 Browning, an MG42, and my personal favorite, the M134 Minigun.
"There's nothing 'mini' about that."
"I know, Carrera, but it's cool."
Unlike in movies and video games, you can not carry it and shoot it with your hands. You'd need to attach some kind of battery pack or other external power source to power it. And then be strong enough to handle the weight, along with the large amount of ammo you'll need to fire it for more than a minute. Assuming you want to fire it for a minute, you'll need at least 100 pounds of ammo. On the low end of the firing rate. You also need to consider the money just for the ammo. Now, is this all worth it? Trust me, it is.
Very fortunately for me, I have the power source and strength. Nothing a bit of magic can't fix.
"Watch this, Carrera. And cover your ears, unless you want to experience the noise," I said to Carrera as I lifted the minigun with my hands. Oh yeah, this is the stuff you'd see in action movies. Now, do I have to worry about recoil? No, since the mass of the gun absorbs it. Now, you could get all scientific and mention physics formulas, but who cares? All that matters is shooting big gun.
Slowly, the barrels started spinning, quickly increasing their pace and making a whirring sound. And with the push of a button, a loud, intense, sustained defafingi noise erupted. The rapid, high-pressure explosions and the loud muzzle blast all contributed to a sound louder than a jet engine. Not even the sound of the shell casings could be heard as they fell to the ground.
Is it bad that I want to let out a big laugh like some villain? Nah, probably not.
After two minutes, I finally stopped.
"And there it is, Carrera. 6,000 bullets fired in two minutes."
"That had to be the shortest two minutes ever."
"And probably the most expensive as well."
"And you have all this? I want some of those guns too."
"If you want them, just buy them. You can find smaller things in your average weapon store, but if you want something like the minigun, you'll have to go to my store. That's where pretty much everything is, including all different kinds of ammo. But that is usually standard stuff. If you want something modified or custom made, you'll need to go to Kaijin."
"Wait, you have a weapons store?
"Yeah. 'Pendragon Armory' is the name. You can find any weapon you want in there. From simple things like swords, all the way up to rocket launchers. We're even planning on selling tanks. The only restriction is the price. You'll need to bring a lot of gold coins, like a lot. I'm talking about a treasure chest of gold coins."
"Right, so what modifications can I make?"
"Pretty much anything you want. Kaijin will find a way to make it work. Like, do you want the minigun to shoot explosive ammo? Normally, it doenst work like that, but he can find a way to make it work.:
"OK, but how much does it cost?"
"You're going to have to put up quite a bit of gold coins for a minigun, and a lot more for the ammo, and then a power source."
"Can I just like rent it?"
"Yeah, you could do that too if you want. But it's still expensive."
"I got money."
Yeah, she'd better have money. She's been alive since this entire world came into existence. If you don't have some kind of wealth by now, you're doing something very wrong or are just very stupid.
"Well, I've had my fun, I'm heading back."
"Why were you here in the first place?"
"Shuna needed some space and didn't want me in the house. She said it nicely, but I don't know, something's off. So, I came here to have fun, think to myself, vent some frustrations, and stuff like that."
"Frustrations? What could frustrate you?
"It's just some stupid stuff from my world. Nothing too serious."
"Okay. See ya whenever. And let me know if there's going to be another fight."
"Yeah, sure, whatever."
I left the shooting range, leaving Carrera on her own. Maybe not the best idea, but it's alright. Other fights? Hmm, well, we don't need to worry about some dumb angels invading, since Michael couldn't activate it. No bugs from another dimension, probably. And no dragon from another dimension that's sealed. Well, after what I did to Feldway…maybe. I'll worry when the time comes, if it comes. Besides, that would be a world-ending threat. And when facing something that is pure evil and a danger to the world? Excalibur thrives on that stuff and only gets stronger.
"The battle must be to save the world." Or I think it was "fight" instead of "battle." It may not seem like a big difference, but when dealing with these kinds of seals, small word changes carry different connotations and meanings. Something like "opponent" and "enemy." They both can be used interchangeably, but "enemy" carries a more negative connotation. It implies something more negative and hostile than something like "opponent."
I'll stop worrying about it. Maybe things are fine back home.
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Turns out it was. I got home in the evening, and everything was fine. We ate together like always, and did other stuff. This is kind of a sudden change compared to the morning. Well, things are fine now. Maybe this is a one-time thing. So, like usual, we got into bed for the night. I hugged her from behind, draping an arm over her stomach.
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"Huh?"
"What is it?"
She heard that? Wait, I said that out loud? Her clothes are slightly bigger. Is it her clothes?
"Well, it's just…why are you wearing larger clothes?"
"Are you trying to say something?"
I messed up. I shouldn't have said anything.
"Let's just sleep."
"No, we have time, and we don't need sleep. Please, let me hear your thoughts." Shuna said as she turned over and looked at me intently.
This is going to be a long night, but I can do this.
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Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sleeping on the couch.