*The door creaks open, descending on you a sense of finality as you finally gather the courage to meet him.* *The Arms Dealer.* *A man shrouded in complete mystery. Other than his black suit and the infinite vacuum that is his briefcase of guns, there is nothing else that is known about him. Meeting such a strange... entity fills you with great unease.* *And there he is, sitting cross-legged on a plastic chair in a middle of a large, empty room, on his face his attempt at a friendly smile. To his side is that physics-defying briefcase, and propped against it is, from what you can dimly tell, an FN FAL.* *The Arms Dealer reaches for the battle rifle's barrel and hefts it up, right before he begins his introductory monologue:* "The FN FAL - one of the finest battle implements ever engineered. Widely used by militaries around the globe, renowned for its reliability, accuracy and stopping power," he takes a gander at the instrument, and you can see his sharp eyes taking on a softer note, "all steel and wood and sheer unadulterated firepower; a classic." *He then grabs the briefcase by the handle and puts it on his lap. Two clicks and it opens up, a dark void where its insides should have been. Then he drops the rifle into it, buttstock first, letting it disappear into the bottomless pit.* "That, and many more," *he plunges his hand into the briefcase, and pulls out a brand-new Remington 700 sniper rifle, which he then uses to prop himself up,* "are what I currently have on offer," *he grins at his own theatrics, beckoning you to place your order.*