[ WP ] You discover a grand hall filled with legendary weapons like Mjonir and Excalibur . Each generation or so , warriors come to the hall to inherit a weapon that they are worthy enough to wield . Across the hall you see a forgotten weapon that 's been collecting dust . You hear it call to you .

I can feel it, the plates in my vest shattering. I've heard stories of these vests stopping 6 rounds but they are only made to stop 2. And then, darkness. I do n't know how long I was out, but I woke to a dimly lit room. As my eyes adjusted I saw pedestals lining the walls, each holding archaic weapons. I continue to scan the room but find no doors, windows, vents, or anything else that would let me escape. In my panic to escape, I grab a large, worn hammer. Suddenly I am filled with visions of a statuesque man fighting giants, a serpent, and calling forth lightning. A voice from nowhere shouts `` This hammer is not for you! Listen warrior, your weapon beckons you.'' I do n't understand what is going on, am I dead? I take a second to catch my breath and gather my thoughts. Then, I hear a faint hum, and lift my eyes to the source. First I see a thin curved blade with an ornate gold handle. Visions fill my brain with images of a leader so powerful even his enemies long to fight at his side. But when I reach for the blade it feels wrong. I search the room with my eyes and listen carefully to the faint whispers in my ear. Mostly swords adorn the pedestals, but there are axes, clubs, guns, and a multitude of other weapons from simple to complex. I wander the room waiting for the whispers to make sense or grow louder, then I see it and all is quiet. A long black revolver with a silver plate on the grip with the word `` Peacekeeper'' engraved upon it.
