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“Try not to shoot your own foot,” my cousin sneered, handing me his customized pistol while our family laughed and his girlfriend recorded. Seconds later, my five shots tore one hole through the bull’s-eye. Then the range owner, a decorated Delta Force veteran, saluted me and whispered, “Major Ellis?” Brandon went pale—but the camera had also captured something far worse.

“Try not to shoot your own foot,” my cousin sneered, handing me his customized pistol while our family laughed and his girlfriend recorded. Seconds later, my five shots tore one hole through the bull’s-eye. Then the range owner, a decorated Delta Force veteran, saluted me and whispered, “Major Ellis?” Brandon went pale—but the camera had also captured something far worse.

by Geekrew Originals · Aug 5, 2026 · completed

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“Go ahead, Morgan. Try not to shoot your own foot.” My cousin Brandon said it loud enough for three shooting lanes, two uncles, and a row of strangers to hear. Then he smiled like he had just delivered the line of the century. He held out his customized pistol with two fingers, as if he were handing a toddler a kitchen knife.

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