Terminus
Winfield made, lever-action repeating shotgun. High capacity and damage, but wasteful reloads.
Unlock rank1· Added in1.5· Penetration2
Available ammo
1 custom slots
This shell creates a several-meter-long jet of flame that ignites anything in its path. Reduced range over buckshot.
This shell contains a number of smaller dart-like projectiles which fan out in a tight spread. Can't pierce most surfaces, but can saturate an area and cause bleeding damage.
Coins replace shot pellets in this shell for a more powerful, if erratic, barrage. Shreds skin and flesh, but can't penetrate harder obstacles. Unreliable at a distance.
Single solid projectile that can be used in shotguns to provide an advantage in range and penetration over Buckshot. Reduced ammunition. Becomes less accurate over distance.
Range and damage
Base damage 270Hits to kill a 150 HP hunter at each distance.
How damage falls
Legendary variants
7 skins
Hunters pass on heirlooms old and new on deathbeds of mud, the receivers grateful strangers, trampling mantles in haste and greed. Last Estate is named for inherited land sold to pay for the engravings on this Terminus. Fittingly, it was passed on without ceremony, the names forgotten but the pattern repeated.
The Prescient presses the barrel of this Terminus into the soil. She makes of it a lightning rod. Holding it, she feels great shifts underground. Ley lines snapping. Effigies congealing from old blood. The nature of a justice beyond sight lies just beneath her feet.
Umpire’s Bane snared his rival, a two-toothed pitcher named The Jackal, with a hunting trap hidden on the mound. Then he loosed a coyote onto the field to finish the job. He’s incorporated the trap into this Terminus to make it a trophy.
The United States roams Captain Laffite’s mind as a divine shipwreck. It shambles along waterways with ten thousand propellors and ten thousand flags trail from its masts. He’s torn those banners. He’s wrapped them around this Terminus pulled from some ship’s hallowed stowage.
Millie Moses learned how to handle a shotgun from her Gramps. This Terminus reminds her of the good ol’ days on the farm, when he’d lob a dead chicken into the air and cluck without mercy until she rightly blew it apart.
Bearing the same mark that Post Malone bears on his skin, this Terminus is the walnut and steel manifestation of his iron will. When he looks down its sights, it’s as if he and the gun have become one.
A cloven hoof brings no good luck, a shorn horn holds no wine. Krampus comes to bring doom, to balance the season’s merriment with punishment.
