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A few nights ago I was out patrolling a nearby neighborhood. It was the witching hour and I noticed a house with the front door ajar. Knowing it was game time, I racked a round into my shotgun and entered, ready to blow away any street scum I came across. As I explored the house I heard a...

So, since you guys are my only real friends I was wondering if I could get some advice. This new female security officer started at the mall and I have a thing for her. Unfortunately, she shows no interest in me. She seems uninterested when I tell her stories of my gunfights, rolls her eyes...

It happened yesterday at work. Since I've joined this site I've been employed by five different malls, I've been fired or quit from each for...particular reasons. My current employer, I thought, was going to be the perfect fit. Boy, was I wrong. It began as I saw a man running out of the...

As gun owners and warriors we all get those dreams from time to time. Maybe your gun won't fire in the middle of a fight or you run out of bullets. But as of late, I keep having this strange reoccurring dream. In it, I take these white pills and find myself in my bedroom. Despite the fact...

No matter how hard I try, however much I drink, the demons of my past claw their way out of the bowels of my own personal hell. As I sit here, nursing my beer, I see a face I had tried to banish from my memory, tried but failed. Ten years ago. I was young and dumb, but mostly too soft on the...

...But don't worry, my brothers, I will return. My partner and I were investigating a Russian mob owned Sbarro's at the mall, we suspected them of selling weaponized ebola. Unfortunately, they murdered my partner and framed me for it. But don't fear for my safety, all I need is a gun and a...

As great as a gun is, it can't solve every problem. Granted, it can solve 99.99% of problems, but there's always that 0.01% chance I will run into a situation that can't be dealt with that wonderful, wonderful multi-tool that a gun is. So I've been looking at other options to better equip...

...Or rather, I ripped the patch off my uniform and slammed it on my supervisor's desk. Because honor and integrity demanded I walk away. Sorry I've been away for a bit, my friends, but for the past couple of weeks I've been busy infiltrating and taking down a drug gang moving their product...

Today, I faced failure, death, and guilt. It began when I drove to my local bank. I had several dollars worth of quarters and wanted to trade them in for paper money. As I stepped in, I say two men with guns force the customers on the floor and yell at the tellers to empty out the drawers...

Does anyone have any experience with sleeve guns? I'm looking for another edge to help me deal with the street scum and tangos I confront on a daily basis.