Moyo has been waiting for this day for ten years.
The afterglow spills on his face. He gropes inside his coat for a while and takes out his cherished, unused short revolver.
His colleagues see him wipe clean the muzzle. The pistol shines under the glow of sunset.
"FUCK you Chaos Insurgency go down to hell now hahaahahaha!" Moyo puts the gun in his mouth and pulls the trigger without hesitation.
Moyo could feel surrounding eyes on him as if they just saw a person with mental disease.
"Fuck myself." He says.