[ WP ] Guns have been outlawed Worldwide because they are viewed as a cowardice form of war . Only short range weapons ( Swords , arrows , spears , etc ) are legal for countries to possess .

The smoke of the battlefield filled my lungs with the stench of war. I awoken to a rather disturbing sight; that time you wanted to unsee something. The barracks were wiped clean from an enemy raid the night before. We had only fists and silverware. As the nickname `` Pothead Larry'' took a literal meaning, and whilst I grabbed my trusty knife and fork, I began to realise: was n't there something else other than primitive tools such as a darn sword, or a crude palsa bow? My grandfather spoke of `` firearms''. He told me how they had been banned by the governments for an idiotic reason, how they could kill a man a mile away, and how they could blow both the peace and pieces out of someone. I sought for those, fighting through waves and waves a men, foreign and domestic, young and old. This war brought them together, and will kill them together. The firearms were to be located in a facility in the barren and serious country known as Russiya ( also known as Russia in the old times ). I fastened my pot helmet and set out to get closer to my destination. 
 
 
 I was in Swedislan before long. I had to use a fake ID in order to get their delicacies. They had the best of cheese there, with some reserved for a man named `` Jon''. Beer was exquisite, and the tender and meaty steak filled both of soul and stomach. The great morale booster made me faster for a few days. I was to be able to reach Russiya in a week or so. 
 
 
 This is it! Russia at last! I am in Moscow at last, with very good vodka. I have yet to break into the Kremlin. 
 
 ( Third person POV ) 
 Larry was called crazy in the pattered streets of Moscow. War had shook the area, and the townspeople were slowly recovering. It was only a few seconds until... the breach. He quickly stormed into the Kremlin, battering through all the guards within. The Russiyan Army was on its way with horses and war pigs. He grabbed my slingshot ( named Bart ) and rained rocky death from above. The soldiers were done for without a ranged weapon. Larry stormed into the Office of the Leader. He told him to unban firearms. The Leader grabbed a hidden pistol from his desk, and pointed it at poor Larry. 
 `` You have a firearm... you coward!'' 
 `` This is war, idiot. Deal with it. For I am the TRUE leader of this Earth marharharhar!'' 
 Larry gave the Leader a knocker, shot him, and cocked his gun. He knew he'd use it.
