Guns Are A Girl's Best Friend

I am a gun enthusiast, to say the least. Like the sword, they can become part of you. Like the arrow, they can exact pinpoint and accurate damage. Like fire, they can destroy everything.

My love of guns started at a young age, when my father purchased for me a target pistol at age 12. It was a Ruger Mk. II, and I still have it to this day. I don't think it's been fired in about 6 months. I fire all my guns at least once a year, after a good cleaning of course.

I learned gun safety, maintenance, sighting, and milling of my own ammunition. This was normally my favorite part of any given weekend with my father, as he was a genius when it came to creating speciality ammo. We went over close range and marksman skills, as well as some trickshot and duelist moves. He was an amazing gunsmith as well, but I never had the chance to learn those skills.

Before being shipped off the school, I was given my first "real" guns. Up until this point, I owned only my own .22 w/ the Ruger. This was bittersweet gift, as I was 16, and had recently realized they were terrible and distant parents. Hormones, they suck. Anyways, for my Sweet 16 I was bequeathed a Heckler & Koch PSG-1, and a Smith & Wesson 910. I still own the PSG-1, and she is actively used. The 910 however, there's a story behind the loss of that pistol. A long one not being iterated now. Short of it is, it saved my life by its destruction when I did something stupid.

While at school, my parents were killed. My father in the line of duty, so to speak, and my mother shortly after, for being in the right place but at the wrong time. Had she arrived a mere 15 minutes earlier, my father would have only suffered serious injury, and not the same fate as her, which was to be blown to kingdom come.

At that time, when I inherited a disgusting fortune and their estates, I also learned about who my father was, what he did, and what I would become. Which is not what I am today, again, due to my own stupidity. There are a few of those stories. Maybe some other time. But, I now owned a massive gun collection.

At least 200 pistols, rifles, SMGs, and a few prototypes and antiques were now mine. I spent day cataloging, inspecting, and choosing which would stay, and which would be liquidated with most of everything else. I may have missed them, but I did not miss how they lived. But in the end, I kept about 14 guns. But two of them in particular were my prize choices.

They were haunted.

Guns, like any other object, can be imbued with the energies, or spirit, of an owner. When an object, lets say a car, is held in high regard or given special affection by an owner, that "rubs" off, and can stick. These two guns, which I have on me at all times, were my parents' sidearms, and they were present at their deaths. Not just present, but used, to defend themselves, to take down enemies, and were in-hand when they died. Wether willing it to happen or not, my parents live on in these metal shells.

The first of these is a Glock 22c, I jokingly call "Senior Glock". I pronounce it as Señor, but i mean Senior. Like old. This was my father's sidearm of choice. Never asked why, but he always had it on him. There is an inscription down the right side of the slide that reads "Power means many things, but weak is not one of them." He had said this to me many times, like a mantra, and it is ingrained into my being.

The second is an S&W 908, which was my mothers, dubbed "The bitch who's idea it was to send me to -that- crazy private school for a few years so she could go tour europe.". I realized shortly after it was easier to use "Priss". My mother was many things, a mother was not one of them. I was closer to my father, and that was more like a teacher/student relationship as it was. My mother was more like an apathetic nanny, except I had a nanny who was more caring. As a gun, she's a much better person. At least she's apologized and admitted to treating me badly.

Recently, I've added some new members to the family, though none of them are haunted. There's the HK416 D10RS, which is mostly for field work, and I am babysitting a DSR-50 for some testing, though i -really really- like it, and may just keep it. I can do that. I checked it out properly with a no-limit form from work. Yes, it's an AM rifle, but have you seen some of the shit I have to shoot at? HUGE THINGS!

So that's why I have gun love. And anyone who doesn't love their gun is just asking for it to jam on them.