WreckedKordale

I racked the large bolt on my self-modified sniper rifle. What was originally a simple hunting rifle has become an instument of death, my talented hands replaceing nearly every part with military grade parts. The only remaining piece of the once simple firearm is the walnut stock, which itself had several modifications. What I now aimed from atop my position on my apartment's rooftop was a massive rifle, requiring support struts both in the ground, and at my shoulders. I used my own custom tooled cartriages, rounds that would put the standard 50. cal to shame. I had help from my friend Conrad, the ghostly beast-man who had a knack for machi