I am the good guy in an old west shootout. The outcome historically is known to be in my favor, but I am reliving it anyway. The bad guy, dressed in purple and black, is barricaded in a shack. My weapon is a breakdown, single shot pellet gun with detachable silencer and stock. The bad guy suddenly bursts out and rushes me. I manage to load my gun and shoot him in the eye (he is a cyclops).