[ WP ] An executioner has been given free rein to kill his subjects however he likes , as long as it is quick . He happens to be extremely imaginative .

`` This is a rather brilliant device, Mister Godwin! Strange mechanism in this little contraption!'' smoked a chubby little Mister Bloome, pockets flowing with gold. 
 
 `` Mhmmm,'' Executioner Godwin nodded. 
 
 `` Yes! Remarkable! Ingenious rather,'' the businessman stood up and took hold of the device in his hand. `` Kills whatever's in it's line of sight, you said. Penetration power..'' 
 
 `` Enough to knock down four or six heads lined up in a row. I'd reckon,'' nodded the masked Godwin as he led the potential buyer around the courtyard. 
 
 There stood rows upon rows of men, women, and children. Criminals of some crimes that should n't be given a thought. Robbery. Arsonry. Murder. Simple things. 
 
 `` Scumbags, are n't they, Bloome?'' Godwin gestured at a family lined up toe to toe from another. Blindfolded and gagged against a piece of bard. In the front was the youngest child, then the older, then the mother, then the father. 
 
 Bloome looked at the thing in his hand another time. `` Well, I've seen it in action before. I just do n't see how you could make this profitable though. No real sense of wow besides the first kick of the trigger and some smoke now and again.'' 
 
 Godwin shook his head, taking the piece from the investor's hand. 
 
 He cocked the wood-and-iron weapon under the chin of the smallest child, striking a fire as he brushed from the wood back to skin. Five seconds were used to reorient the weapon's position under the smooth chin. 
 
 *BANG. BANG. * 
 
 Blood splattered across the board as the peasant family slumped over, all bleeding at the flesh under the chin. 
 
 `` Dear lordy! Four with two shots?! How is that possible?'' 
 
 `` A trick of the angle, sir. Position it right and the... bullet-piece simply pierces the bone and keeps on going until it hits the wood and stops. It can be like a game for training the troops with that new... artillery of theirs.'' 
 
 `` Right! I see now. Tell me though. How much would those little iron balls cost?'' 
 
 The investor Bloome pointed at a little indentation on the wood behind the bloody man's head. It was about the size of a large coin, yet wide as two of a man's knuckle. 
 
 `` Does n't matter. Do n't even need to use balls, you can order more if you'd like though.'' the Executioner grinned, taking off his wedding ring and stuffing it in the barrel of the device. 
 
 `` You sure you want to use that?'' 
 
 `` Meh. I can afford a better one, that is if you're willing to pay for this one.'' 
 
 `` Hah! Give me a demonstration and I'll fork it over!'' 
 
 Godwin cocked his head and side-stepped over through the maze of prisoners. He set another fuse on the weapon with the investor's burning pipe. 
 
 *BAM. * 
 
 The coppery ring exploded right in the machine, launching out tiny sharp bits of metal on a diagonal row of prisoners. Little screws and knobs pierced through the skull of three, before flying loose and poking out the eyes of two. 
 
 `` Oh dear heavens! I think you've just made yourself a sell, Mr. Godwin! Wait till I tell my friends about this. Lovely sport you made up... How fast was this whole deal? Thirty minutes?'' 
 
 `` Perhaps. Perhaps not. Keep the thing if you'd like. Though I'd like some form of compensation-'' 
 
 Godwin was silenced before the investor took off his coat full of gold and went to work playing around with the killing toy, shoving his jewelry right in through the nozzle to open fire on the tied-up criminals. 
 
 The Executioner went to bed a happier and richer man that afternoon, growing even wealthier and more joyful as the courtyards filled in the days that followed.
