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Trigger warning, stuff that goes bang and my tactical beard.
All Father, make me fast and accurate. Let my aim be true and my hand faster than those who would seek to destroy me. Grant me victory over my foes and those that would dare attempt to harm me and mine. Let not my last though be if only I had my weapon. If this day is the day I dine with you in Valhalla, then All Father, all I ask is that I die in a pile of brass.