Dr. Edward Richtofen carefully eye-examined the weapon in his hand. The gun was cherry red, designed to be 'spacey', with a three coloured indicator on the side. Upon firing the weapon, green laser-goo shot out, killing any undead creature it touched, directly or splashed. It was a rather powerful weapon, one that still had secrets.

Carefully, Richthofen tried to unassembled the weapon, but budge it did not. He tried for hours, tapping, unscrewing and even forcing, but the weapon would not move an inch, except for the indicator. At a bump, it would move slightly, and so, Richthofen placed a finger on the arrow and moved it from its' usual spot of middle yellow-red to green.

"Vhat does zhat do, I vonder..."

Carefully, the Doctor aimed the gun at a target on the wall and fired a single shot. The green goo blur launched from the gun, bounced off the target and ricochet around the space. Richtofens' eyes darted all over, dodging as best he could, but once he lost sight of it, he was struck in the back. He yelped in pain as he crumpled to the floor, curling into a ball and wishing for better wisdom.

Pain spread through him at a rapid pace, voice faltered to gasps and squeaks that were barely audible. Forcing himself to move, Richtofen clawed useless at the ground, unable to move, like his body was locking itself, limb by limb, until he was immobile, unconsciousness sweeping over him like a blanket.

He let darkness take him without a struggle...