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Somehow you have unlimited ammo in your magical gun. Oh, joy! You don't know how to fire a gun but pretty soon you find out you are a natural.

You easily slaughter all of the helpless, innocents, damn, hippies in a tsunami of crimson blood. A few body parts fly at you but you shoot them out of your way and the shrapnel kills more people. Now what?

Level 8 WIP Ending