Favored by the huge predatory bird that nests in the Gungeon, it is a weapon to be feared. It is a favorite of Bandana wearing Gundead, whose impatience with reloading is legendary. The Machine Pistol is a small but powerful hand-held machine gun.This concept would eventually lead to the development of the personal defense weapon or PDW. Machine pistols were developed during World War I and originally issued to German artillery crews who needed a self-defense weapon that is lighter than a rifle but more powerful than a standard semi-automatic pistol. It is known to be extremely addictive, and extremely expensive." Spice is an Active Item with the rank of A-Tier and.
"A potent gun-enhancing drug from the far reaches of the galaxy. Or, if they died here, explain what happened to the others at Breachīut for now, The Bullet just had to stay unharmed to keep their sword beams. Walking into a room they never entered yet and readying their blade, The Bullet got ready to advance on their quest. They knew they were going to reverse this no matter what. Grabbing the sword, which they guessed they could just call Blasphemy, Jason, or just “The Bullet” walked out of the room, back on their quest to kill their past. Turing to both the sword that started this and the door, they realized that, somewhere in The Gungeon, was a way to reverse this, and they were going to find that way. (which he possibly couldn't.) Trying to pinch their skin, they felt pain, meaning this was no dream, and they were stuck like this.
“Dear god, I’m one of the gundead…” they softly croaked, trying not to cry. And, just like that, after some strange feeling inside their body, it ended, leaving Jason as a simple, red-caped bulletkin that was now panicking. Their feet and legs finished up too, turning into simple, rounded nubs. Just then, their clothes faded away, and a simple, but cozy, red cape formed on them, above their now finished moving down face, that had settled right above their primer, a little above their arms. They then felt a strange feeling in their index and middle fingers on each of their hands, and moving them up to their face they saw them turing the same metallic yellow and their middle and index fingers on both hands were fusing together, forcing them to watch in horror Their arms were also moving down, to around a bit above where their primer was. They then saw the chest… moving up? At first, they thought they were shrinking again, but then it hit them that their face was moving down. While that happened, his peen slid into his body, making him/them genderless He then felt his body grow out a little, his rear reforming into a primer and his body asjusting it it, his legs moving to the sides of it. While that was going on, he felt his head retracting into his body, the gray area on it growing a bit and the rest of his hair falling out. He then saw the chest growing in size, making him realize he was shrinking, just a small bit. He then felt a strange feeling wash over his face as his nose slid into his head and his eyes turned completely black and got a bit bigger, making him somehow cute looking. His head, or at least the top of it, was turning more of a silver color. “Oh god, oh go-” He whispered in a panic, cut short from his noticing his hair falling out and the same feeling on his head now.
Enter the gungeon silver bullets skin#
Not only that, all of his skin was turning the same metallic yellow.
“Holy sh- I can’t be turning into one of them!” He gasped, jumping to conclusions in a panic as he stood up, being forced onto the nonexistent toes of his feet. His feet were turning a strange slightly bright metallic yellow, and his toes were moving into his body. Taking his shoes and socks off, Jason gasped at what he saw When it cleared, he found himself on the floor, with a strange pain in his feet. But soon, his thoughts over its name ended as the writing began to glow, and rather brightly at that, blinding him for a moment. Blasphemy and it’s a sword in The Gungeon. Picking it up, he felt no burden of curse wash over him, and he noticed some writing on the sheath as well, putting it up to his eyes, he read it out loud to nobodyĪt first, Jason thought Heh. A sword in The Gungeon? What idiot would bring one into the ancient gun-tainted dungeon? But he felt like it was.different, not loathed by the jammed. He had expected a gun or an item or some kind, but what he got was a plain, simple sword, lying in its sheath. This time, he had plenty of keys to spare, so he walked up to it and unlocked it. In the depths of The Gungeon, a man named Jason wandered into a room simply holding a innocent-looking green chest, like the many he had seen throughout his constant runs in the chamber of guns.
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