Monday, November 7, 2016
Brandon breathed heavily with the gun in his hands aimed at the others in the park. He had come here about twenty minutes ago and unexpectedly been stuck in a situation where he swapped from body to body. It took him a while to figure out that it was due to this odd gun. It took even longer before he ended up in the body of the person holding the gun. He looked out to the crowd. There was about thirty people there, all looking very confused, but also thankful to no longer be swapping around. He’d probably have to sort this out, but he had no idea who was who. He had no idea how to use this gun, and he had no interest in a result that would just continue the chaos. But people were starting to look at him impatiently.