Name: "The Last Word" Type: "Handcannon" Rank: "Exotic" Description: "I rode along, the moon's cool rocks, my pistol holstered, and my sparrow's saddle locked. Some fallen decided to ruin my day so I whipped her out and I made them pay, their heads popped off with the sound of a bird, and well, you know what I had good sir. Yippy kay yay." -Sheriff of Mare Cognitum.