The origins of the game they played could not be recalled too clearly from Karl's mind anymore, which indicated that memories were better off left undisturbed. The origin of the gun, however, acquired during the Vietnam War spoke to some degree about the nature of the game.
But while others might see this as some masochistic sadism being put on display, to Industrial Warfare, it was just one of the many odd traditions that they had left.
Besides, there was a matter about vending machines.
Karl watched his sister silently, the barrel of the gun tapping against his thigh in an erratic rhythm before he followed a familiar way down into what could've looked like a makeshift bombshelter. Once near the table, he placed the revolver in the center and a full box of .365 slugs along with it.
"You have anything stronger than wine?" he called up to her.