Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32885213-20170818104048/@comment-30700719-20170823032928

I walk up to him and gesture for the guns. I eject their respective clips, and put one bullet in each clip. "Your guns are working just fine. It's the ammo. Technically, your ammo's working just fine as well. However, in this world, death is looked down upon. Monster girls, also known as mamono, will only kill people in self-defense or protecting their husbands. You could go walking around with two dozens pellets of death in your pocket, hell, I normally do that, but it'd be nicer if you got some Demon Realm Silver (DRS) bullets. To be honest, I normally don't use DRS bullets. I just threaten them off with demonstrations of my firepower." I look up at the sky, then at my watch. "It's fucking 9:34 in the morning? Oh. So this is a Demon Realm, then. ICARUS, analyse the air." The black watchlike PDA on my right wrist beeps.  "Oooookay. Are we talking month-old or day-old?"  I sigh and look around.