Fingers wrapped around the cold, polished grip of the weapon, his hands tremble not with fear but with desire, his thoughts unraveling like a tangled thread. With spiraling patterns dancing in his eyes the gun whispered to him, voices echoing from realms beyond comprehension promising power, vengeance, and carnage. His mind, once steady, shattered like glass, splintering into fragments of madness. A twisted grin spread across his face as he surrendered to the darkness now festering within. With his sanity devoured by the weapon’s insidious magic, he became a vessel of chaos, his rampage beginning with a flurry of shots that echoed through the night.

"I suppose we're all a little bit mad around here aren't we"