My name is Hunter, I was born in Houston,Texas USA. This is my story of how I got transported to another world.
I am a 27 year old male. I work as a Gun Store Manager. My life is quiet and calm, The Gun Shop gets it occasional redneck needing a new shotgun guy but its mainly just people who already own firearms wanting to make a custom or just need a new box of ammo. Well from what I heard taxes and gas prices are so high in California that a ton of cails are heading this way, I get the occasional protester yelling "Ar-15's" should be banned because they are 'Assault Rifles' but I don't bother because they don't even know what AR stands for in AR-15. Well none of that is really important, lets get into the story. It was about 6 pm I was about to close down as it was Sunday and I wanted to make it to my mothers supper, we usually run a pretty tight schedule but seeing how Sunday was Gods day, we usually open later and close sooner. When I was about to close down I got a call from the boss It appeared a late shipment of Ammunition was on its way I was being forced to stay till It got here and was put in the back safe. I was pretty pissed not because I had to stay a bit later but it no longer read 6 pm on the clock but now it fucking says 9 pm, as soon I yelled it I heard the backdoor opening to my surprise the fucking shipment finally got its ass over here. Now comes the fun part sorting thew 15,000 rounds 5,000 9mm, 3,000 & 2,000 12 and 20 Gauges, and fucking 5,000 5.56mm. This was shit from the orders from the boss I know have to open weigh and repackage all of these ammunition, I said I was a fucking Gun Shop Manger I lied, that is barley a fucking side job my real job is being a lackey for some fucking low wannabe high shit arms dealer just wait till I take over this shit and become a new king of arms dealers.