[MadMax]

I had a terrible dream one night. An evil portent if you will.

I had been fixing guns all night because of a big game coming up the next morning. Many moons ago, I had developed a reputation for being able to exorcise the most pernicious poltergeists from GBB pistols. Sometimes two trickster spirits would be discovered causing symptoms or combinations never before observed. After hours of performing rites and murmuring incantations, these disembodied malevolents twisted agonizingly, shrieking for a home. I awoke from my slumber with a start and crammed so many broken parts into a plastic TM AR. The hollowed out essence of a replica firearm never to be fielded again bound inside a box sealed with runes and seals, plainly marked Archie Stanton.