Well. That was good. Right? Stephen shook his head, trying to clear it.

He didn't want to kill anything, right?

A shaking hand reached out to take the weapon. It was clear he wasn't going to be good at delicate aiming, not with the weakness and tremor in his hands.

This place...this place was doing something to his mind. But he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Sounds like a blast."