The year is 2045.
Society has devolved, and poverty is rampant. Law and order has broken down.
The streets are filthy, and the unmaintained sewers and landfills are overflowing with waste.
The very concept of mass production is incompatible with the current state of disorder, and citizens must cobble together weaponry made decades ago if they wish to be armed in this dark future.

The year is 2053.
While humanity has not yet found common ground or peace amongst themselves, a more dangerous element has taken precedence in recent years.
The use of experimental biological agents by pharmaceutical corporations combined with the unmanaged waste and filth of the cities have bred monstrous beasts. The most dangerous amongst them?

Rats.
Rats of unprecedented size and numbers. Of increased intelligence. Rats with goals of conquering the earth, and defeating the humans that once owned the surface.
By this year the rodent wars have almost ended, and humanity is on the brink of annihilation.
All that remains of our once great society are isolated militant cells of fighters. There are no scientists, no artists, no lawyers, no politicians. There are only “survivors”.

If we are to win, something must change. The 50 BMG ratshot was not enough to win the war. To survive, we will need something new… something stronger….

The year now does not matter, for it is enough to be alive and writing at all.
Humanity has finally won over the rodent hordes, and rebuilt society.
There is a museum of remembrance for the devastating conflict, and at the center is a display for the weapon that both turned the tide as well as fired the last shots of the war.
The creator and wielder is not documented, other than a brief description of the device.

– A ratshot warhead, because if God had meant for rats to live, he would not have sent me
– Backup double-bayonet in case the enemy survives a point blank rocket
– An LS-45 laser to increase hipfire accuracy
– Gave it an auto sear cause momma aint raise no bitch
– Tactical goldfish… a warrior needs to stay fed after all
– Sweetheart grips of ‘He Who Shall Not Be Cornered’
– A C-More sight because you should never settle for less than the best
– A nice collapsing stock to increase functionality as a backpack gun
– Morale boosting heat shield
– 3 point sling for a 3 point shooter
– Launcher is bestowed with the serial number “666”, which imbues the wielder with Doomguy-tier destructive power

Now that humanity has moved past the conflict and rebuilt, we can focus on the advancement of humanity as we should have done long ago.
Like genetically engineered catgirls, and making Totinos Party Pizza’s circular again.

Fin.

Finished March 3rd, 2023