Inside The Rise Of Boomer Shooters

You are a banshee of speed, a spark crawling its way up a fuse, a disaster waiting to happen. Until - A scarecrow makes the mistake of turning into a man right before you, a shotgun-toting farmer with the barrel pointed at your face. You greet him with your own shotgun, double-barreled, finger on the trigger. You eclipse him in a bear hug of bullets and sound. Above you, the sky - already the hue of a bloodhound's fever dream - is somehow even redder. One moment later, and you're already gone. T...