The slam of recoil up his arms is a huge, concussive jolt every time, gun kicking in his hands like an enthusiastic dog yanking at its leash to go play. Krouse hits the point where he knows he must be out of bullets, miscounted or not, and it just keeps firing - because in dreams, you only have to reload when it's dramatic.
"My favourite part of going to the fair! Cotton candy, Ferris Wheel, kill a bunch of psycho clowns!" Krouse yells, a rising hysterical edge to his voice, and blows off the top of another bewigged head. "Who needs Call of Duty when you have mime murder?"
Which this does kind of remind him of. Zombie mode, specifically. Wave after wave of dumb enemies, infinite ammo on, and a mindless flow of reaction.
cw: blood, gun violence, clown slaughter
The slam of recoil up his arms is a huge, concussive jolt every time, gun kicking in his hands like an enthusiastic dog yanking at its leash to go play. Krouse hits the point where he knows he must be out of bullets, miscounted or not, and it just keeps firing - because in dreams, you only have to reload when it's dramatic.
"My favourite part of going to the fair! Cotton candy, Ferris Wheel, kill a bunch of psycho clowns!" Krouse yells, a rising hysterical edge to his voice, and blows off the top of another bewigged head. "Who needs Call of Duty when you have mime murder?"
Which this does kind of remind him of. Zombie mode, specifically. Wave after wave of dumb enemies, infinite ammo on, and a mindless flow of reaction.