"suppressExpirationWhenObjectivesComplete": true However, the accuracy and power found at close range starts to diminish as the target gets farther away.
This makes it very effective at hunting game. A shotgun, also called a 'scattergun,' is a firearm designed to shoot a multitude of lead or steel balls of varying sizes, greatly increasing the weapons hit potential. "displaySource": "Random Perks: This item cannot be reacquired from Collections.", The combat shotgun is a small gun in Fallout 3.
"itemTypeAndTierDisplayName": "Legendary Shotgun", "flavorText": "\"The logic is ineluctable: Those who die deserve oblivion.\" -Kuldax",
if this mod is loaded as number 02, replace xx with 02.
(xx is in which order the mods are loaded. if it doesnt appear at flak 'n shrapnels, try. "screenshot": "/common/destiny2_content/screenshots/2782847179.jpg", Credit to original mod and model belongs to mike01010101. The temple where mighty Zulmak fought and died and was risen-no longer a champion, no longer anything but death born of lies and bred anew to conqueror life until life was no more. Not to rule, but to ensure that a tattered lineage held claim to a broken throne through force and lies and war-a joining of the Three. There, where a shattered champion-a failure according to all that was holy-was resurrected. The sacred hollow where the Daughters of the Breaker of Worlds, the beloved Granddaughters of the Taker of Will, denied the logic. There, in the deepest chambers of decay, proud Hashladûn found salvation in the twisting of the logic's truth. There, in the absence of He Who Mastered Shapes, where that Hidden Swarm found themselves unfit for the logic's prize, where no champion could stand, where a heartbroken Daughter looked upon sin and saw not damnation but the desperate lie of its other. There, where a lost Swarm sought a new King of Depths, Lord of Chaos and Ruin. The sunken paradise of blood and dust where a Prince was once celebrated with the gift of slaughter, his sword dulled upon the rigid bone of violent sacrifice. There, where the armies of marrow clash for the honored glory of oblivion or its opposite-evolution through pain, evolution through force of will and the shattering of all deemed unworthy by the right of blade and fist and heel and tooth and claw. There, in the crimson palaces of ancient legions where the plotters of ruin gaze with keen eye upon the harsh caress of beauteous carnage. The depths where light dies and Light is a sin greater than heresy. "The logic is ineluctable: Those who die deserve oblivion." -Kuldax