It was a damp, overcast day on the streets of the city, the rain earlier in the morning had made everything glisten against the light of the neon signs and commercial screens. The sign to the Dakka Department glowed a deep orange on top of the building. The building itself was pretty basic, not a whole lot of details to it, essentially a big block of concrete and brick. The interior of the store was no less Spartan in design, with the flashiest elements being the display case at the counter and the numerous guns lining the walls. Even the guns themselves had an appearance too rough and rugged to have been made by any Earth based company, looking more like a hunk of metal was molded into the general shape of a gun, rather than a collection of carefully manufactured parts.
At the counter stood a tall figure that oddly had a revolver for a head, with riveted teeth located just beneath it. It's skin was grey and wore leather pants with nothing covering its chiseled and muscular frame other than a single belt of bullets that wrapped around it's neck and tapered off into four more on it's back. The figure gave a nod to whoever walked in the door, but otherwise said nothing.
At the counter stood a tall figure that oddly had a revolver for a head, with riveted teeth located just beneath it. It's skin was grey and wore leather pants with nothing covering its chiseled and muscular frame other than a single belt of bullets that wrapped around it's neck and tapered off into four more on it's back. The figure gave a nod to whoever walked in the door, but otherwise said nothing.