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Day 1: The Gun


Staged screne

He and her were fighting,

With that being said he went weak.

He was searching for something, but what?

There was this gun

This gun was a family heirloom

Encased in a glass display case

He grabbed the gun

Their child was under the bed

A shadow was lurking over their home

The gun began to spin and glow

The home began to turn bright 

Their child screamed

Everything went dark

Soon the lights came on 

There on the floor was their childs lifeless body

This man took his own childs life with "The Gun".

The gun then took on a mind of it's own

The gun was named Colt Revolver

He then went against his master 

And soon Colt Revolver flew out of the nearest window ...

 

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