Gun Beats Magic

The smell of freshly lit gunpowder in the morning, spent in several rounds and completely decimating the dummy that I had placed up.
Ah, isn't that just the best smell in the world. But of course there had to be a caveat as with a flash of light I found myself transported to somewhere.
And told that I had to defend this new place all for my kingdom. As a red blooded American, at least in spirit, I couldn't really call myself one in blood cause well I mean I wasn't really one anymore.
But that was all in the past, literally, as I had hundreds of undead to fight, hundreds of monsters to test my guns out on.
Ah, if only these two others would be a little better, then it would be heaven.