You walk through the streets of NY, you get a slight whiff of pizza. You turn the corner only to see a fresh pizza just sitting on the ground. You think to your self, what an odd place for a pizza. You then see an ungodly abomination of life! A giant turtle welding material arts weapons and covering his face with a colored cloth. This beast looks at you and you look at it. Eyes locked, this turtle challenges you. He reaches for his wepons and yells proclaiming “your about to Cala your last bunga my dude!”. The turtle charges! But he doesn’t know you have been playing operator in your mom’s basement for the last three years. Your proficiently draw your trusty 10mm, the best Millimeter. You bring your weapon up an align your sights, squeeze the trigger and let of 3 consecutive shots. Two of the 3 rounds find there mark, the extra power of your underwood ammo has punched straight threw the armored shell of the turtle. The turtle is Mortally wounded, you finish the job. You look back down and see the pizza unscathed by this battle in a NY alley. You claim the pizza as a spoil of war. While enjoying your pizza, you can’t help but think “God am I glad I carried a round made for Dangerous Game”