[Current Character: Unregistered Octoling, Convict of the SCP Foundation. Health: 100%]
*The room is a makeshift shooting range, I am holding a Military Rifle, it doesn't look like its from anywhere around here.*
Well, when you've had a friend who's taught you about automatic rifles, it's kinda hard to not take the time to learn more about assult rifles.
*The rifle I carry seems to be labled with something, and the hat looks odd*
Yeah, its a special kind, only one that exists like it, and it is in the glass container.
*There is a file filled with something, and the rifle I hold seems to be from somewhere else.*