You are asleep, with your trusty six shot .38 on the bedside table like a guard dog. You swear it sends off magnetic feeler beams to sense danger. Anyway You don't need a supernatural object to let you know somethings up. You pick up your metal dog, slide back the safety and chamber a round. You are scared but active. You squat low as you approach the front door, it's fixing to give. You find the best cover at the end of the hall and you wait. The door gives, and a Man comes in. You are not playing, three shots to the chest, one misses and blows through his front teeth. The Man falls in the hall dead before he hits the ground. He has a gun in his hand, but he never got a chance to use it. Turns out this is Taint McReoynods, a local serial killer on a rampage. He had already killed six people hitting random houses before you took him out. You before a minor celebrity! Posing with your .38. The same one your daddy gave you when you moved out on your own. In court, the judge thanks you for your community service. You pose for Gun lover magazine, High-Caliber, and you date Pony Rose for a few weeks. You have someone write a book you put your name on and its a best seller. But the book is completely forgotten by the end of the year. Overall, you got a better job, you made a shit-load of money the first year, and you got laid at bars on a regular basis.