A .357 handgun
A big heavy long barrel .357 magnum! This one is autographed by Clint Eastwood! You put on a bullet belt. Its like lugging a pack pack full of bibles around. The party finds the first two mollkins so fast Ellon has not even finished his first cigg yet. He is throwing it down. Your dad is dropping the beer bottle he was swigging from. You have the advantage. You action back the hand gun as you dash forwards. You trip over a branch and fall shooting yourself in the chin. The bullet blows a fist sized exit wound through the center of your skull and your brains fly far into the air.
