Praask's last letter

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Dear mother, 

If you read this letter then I have unfortunately died. Don't believe everything you read about me, 
as I'm sure not all of it is true. You knew it already; I love guns. This love is what killed me. 
I dared venture out into the unknown and I guess I didn't make it back.

Ever since the day my brother was killed by a better fighter, I vowed to avenge his death. Weapons 
are the best way to outmatch an opponent. They are the great equalizer. A Wookie can fall to a pistol 
blast. My brother could've been saved had he carried a weapon. Fists and claws are nothing. All that 
matters is the concentration of energy that is expelled from the tip of a riffle. I have spent my 
entire life studying the technical knowledge that is required of a weapon craftsman and I have excelled.

I am writing from the edge of the galaxy. The planet I'm on is not on any official maps I have ever 
seen. I'm chasing technology that could change everything. Everything. This is my last letter to you 
and to be frank, I hope it never reaches you.


Much love,

Praask