You want t' know about the Guns? Where'd the Hell you'd learn 'bout them? Oh, "School" huh? Well, don't bother lookin' for 'em. Last Gun left the world when I was still young! 60's young right? Bah! You kids don't know nothin'!
Did I ever see one? Ha ha ha… More than one kid! I was drawn to the damn things like a magnet… or maybe that was just my luck. My pop always said my knack was getting' into trouble. That's what we called Semblances back then, an' we knew about as much as we did now. Some could see through walls, other's never needed sleep, whatever the hell it was, it was a skill nobody else had. A "knack" for somethin'.
You know what kid? You've bought me beer, so you get a story. I'll tell you all you need to know about the Guns. Yea, that's Gun with a big ol' G at the front. Ya see, these aren't like your average six-shooter. They're all… different. They each got a knack, like you and me, right? One might have a neverendin' supply of rounds, another might be able to hit yer prey through walls. One might cut into yer hand with each killing shot, and one might just use yer very sanity as ammunition.
Yeah, not all the Guns were good to use. Trouble is, once ya got one, ya couldn't get rid of it. Yer stuck wit' it, for good or ill. Didn't quite matter, for the Guns were rarer than gold. Flashing one to ev'ry passer-by could earn you attention, reputation, or fear. It could also earn you a bullet in the back of yer skull.
See, you couldn't get rid of a Gun while ya breathe, but once yer dead, it's up for anybody's greedy hands. If you held a Gun, you held power personified, and that was enough. However, this meant that Gunslingers, those that held Guns? Yeah, they duelled for the power those weapons held. Those that held more than one Gun had what was called a "Hand". I've heard stories of those who own Hands, and none of 'em dared hold mo' than 21.
No! Not 21 Guns ya nitwit! That's plain stupid! Nah, each Gun was attached to a suit; ya know, diamonds and clubs and the like? And a number or face from that suit. Each suit had a certain trait attached. Clubs were all about power, Diamonds favoured speed, while Spades were accurate to the ends o' Remnant. Hearts were… weird. They accentuated 'Luck' and were the weirdest of all the guns. The 'weakest' of each suit were the 2s, though each one was more powerful than any slug-thrower I'd seen. You got stronger as the numbers grew, followed by th' faces being above th' numbers. You know, Jack, Queen and King! Gods, does nobody gamble anymore?
After the faces, you got the Ace. The 4 Aces were legendary pieces, more powerful than any Gun in the world. Well… All bar 2. These Guns were stronger, or faster, or just better than their predecessors. They'd have been called marvels of engineering if the Dealer didn't exist. Hm? The other 2? Heh, some don't even believe they exist. Even I'm not sure. The last 2 are the Jokers, Red and Black. I don't know nothin' 'bout them, so don't ask!
What if nobody picks one up? Well I've never seen it, but an old friend of mine told me the Dealer himself picked up Gun, and turned it back into the deck without a word, and only a smile on his face…
The Dealer? Aw Hells I ain't drunk enough yet… Tell ya what, keep buying me drinks, and I'll tell about my encounters. I've seen each one, and remember them clear as crystal! I ain't that old, kid, jeez…
What's that? Ya wan't an example?! Aw, ya killin' me here kid… Go find some oth'r ole drunk to annoy, eh?
…You're stickin' around, ain'tcha? Aw, hell, alright… But only 'cause you're buying me drinks! Now, a good story about a Gun… Hmm… How 'bout the first Gun I saw? Yeah I remember! Clear as a summer's day! I told ya before, I ain't that old! But the first Gun I saw… Must'a been a low number… Got it! Tha 2 o' Spades. The Last Word…