Four+Skinny+Trees

=One Black 7mm-.08.=

It is the only thing that I trust to do the job right when I pull the trigger. I am the only person who ever uses it. It is one large black gun with a lot of pent up energy straining to be released, like me. It was partly a gift, and partly a reward for all my hard work towards it. Sitting downstairs in the cold dry safe out of the ear shot of our guests who are often unaware of or occasionally opposed to its existence due to pure ignorance, it stands idly by waiting for a chance to live up to its true potential. The gun quietly hides its lethal potential beneath a coat of matte black paint and a synthetic stock. It has a ferocious bark that can send a lead bullet hurdling at unimaginable speeds from its barrel. When its true potential is released the gun leaps back violently with a loud BANG, sending the lead bullet down the rifled barrel and towards its target at 3,200 feet per second with lethal accuracy, seen off by a bright orange muzzle flash. The faint art of gunpowder left hanging in the air. This is how it performs. Should it fail to perform it would lose its place as a highly valued possession but would be viewed as a heap of man made materials with little or no purpose. I urge it to continue to deliver superb performance to give me the power and responsibility that it always has. When I am struggling to maintain my grades or other such tasks and am feeling un-motivated I look to my gun for the motivation.