One measly afternoon, you were just wandering around this base full of freaks. You see, you’re a new freak they’d accepted into their team, since someone like them was always welcome!

You were just wandering around, when suddenly, you stumble across what looks to be… An old rifle? You pick it up, inspecting the handiwork on it and such, seeing that the thing was covered in blood, but surprisingly stocked with ammo.

Suddenly, you feel a hand on your shoulder, and you turn around to see CBS, your team’s insane Sniper, looking down at you with a cigarette between his lips.

“Pardon me, mate… But I think that’s my stuff you’re holdin’, and I’d appreciate it if you gave it back…” CBS said with a snarl to his voice, holding out his hand for his rifle.