Ozzman's Oddities: OEF Revolver
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[i][b]"When the walls close in and the sky falls down, just remember — one good shot can still change the song."
— _REDACTED_ "The King" _REDACTED_[/b][/i]
[i]The O.E.F Revolver is not a tool. It's a decision. It was never about precision or finesse — it was about dragging yourself out of the mud, broken ribs and all, and making damn sure the thing chasing you doesn't get back up. No battery packs. No emergency safeties. Just steel, fire, and whatever spite your ancestors left in your blood. El Cucuy doesn’t pretend to save you — it just hands you the means to fight for your own damn life. And if you lose... it sure as hell wasn’t because the gun failed you.[/i]
[u][b]What does it do?[/b][/u]
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[*] Custom Sound!
[*] Damage/Custom Bullet (Mexicon Slagsteel Bullet) 25
[*] Stopping Power 2
[*] Range 27.9 tiles
[*] Aiming Time 0.7 sec
[*] Time between shots 1.6 sec
[*] Melee Power (Grip/Barrel) 9
[*] Crafting Skill Required 5 Crafting
[*] Materials 100 Steel + 5 Components
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[b][i]"You survive because your weapon works. Not because you're lucky.[/i][/b]
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_REDACTED_ “The King” _REDACTED_
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Callsign: “Elvis”
Role: Morale Officer, Close-Quarters Breacher
Origin: Steel & plasteel mining camp, Mexicon’s Silent Mountain Range
Affiliation: O.E.F. Field Unit Delta-Blue
Status: Active — and still performing
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Biography
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Long before he was called The King, he was just a half-starved kid in a dead-end mining camp in the Silent Mountains of Mexicon, where hope rusted faster than tools and laughter cost more than bullets.
Then the O.E.F. dropped in. Literally. Humanitarian crates, medical supplies, food, weapons... and one forgotten box of ancient VHS tapes, among them one marked “The King – Live ’72.”
Midas watched those old performances like they were sermons. That strut. That voice. That wild, impossible charisma. The tapes lit something inside him no one could extinguish—not the work, not the raids, not even the brutal life outside the camp defenses.
He joined the O.E.F. the second he could—not for revenge or redemption, but to become something people remembered. In the field, he's a force of nature: breaching bunkers with a chain shotgun in hand and a speaker on his back, blasting "Burning Love" as he kicks in doors. Sleeveless armor, plasteel shades, and sideburns thick enough to stop a monoblade—he doesn’t just boost morale, he sets it on fire.
The King's unit swears by him. Colonists and tribals follow his voice. Even hardened mercs admit—he makes you feel like maybe, just maybe, this universe ain’t all bad.
Some O.E.F. officers joke he’s got a little black velvet where his heart should be. Others think the tapes were divine intervention.
The King? He just says:
“The galaxy’s cold, baby. Somebody’s gotta bring the heat.”
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[b][i]Written, directed, and produced by myself while high on Smokeleaf, Art by by the kickass Haderoth and Inspiration from Sakura and others around helping me learn this stuff. Idea came from my love of music and movies.[/i]
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Invest in tomorrow.
Or face it unarmed.
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