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FreudianSlippers
Apr 12, 2010

Shooting and Fucking
are the same thing!

I opened my office door and right away I was met with a thick mist of tobacco, this was a bad sign as I only smoke e-cigs. Someone was waiting for me. "What's the rumpus?" said a man sitting in the shadows. He turned on a lamp and I could see he was pointing a pistol right at me. It was a AMT Hardballer .45 ACP similar to those used by Agent 47 (full name 640509-040147) in the Hitman video games although the guns were referred as Silverballers, often abbreviated to "Ballers", after the first game, Hitman Codename 47, most likely to avoid copyright. It is interesting to note that in the games the Hardballer and Beretta 92s share the same ammunition (pistol ammo), despite being chambered in different cartridges (the Hardballer's .45ACP compared to the Beretta's 9x19mm). This was a poor choice of weapon for the mook as the AMT Hardballer is a inferior clone of the Colt M1911 pistol which was the standard issue sidearm for US armed forces from 1911 to 1985 and was replaced by the 9mm Beretta in the early 90's. The mooks aim was also crooked as he held the gun sideways in the manner popular among "gangstas" and his trigger discipline was severely lacking.

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FreudianSlippers
Apr 12, 2010

Shooting and Fucking
are the same thing!

The speakeasy was crawling with the worst the city had to offer. Just walking from the door to the bar meant bumping into at least three of the cities most wanted. The air was thick with a smell of sweat, cheap tobacco and even cheaper booze. The patrons were doing their best to drown out the band with their hooting and hollering. Normally I detest the jungle noise masquerading as music that is jazz but this band was somehow different. Their lyrics weren´t about drugs, dames or crime like what most of the "artists" in the genre sing about. These gentlemen were obviouslly intelligent as the songs were about sophisticated and intelligent interests like chess, stamp collecting and trains. Now this is real music.

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