So apparently, I'm lain.
Which is much better than being plain, har har. Maybe that's why I played the lain game for almost half an hour the other day before stopping to think, hold on, wait a minute — I don't really speak Japanese! But what can you do, that's just how it goes, there are always pools of blood in the shadows¹. Speaking of which, others have me down as the Sig Sauer P226 ("Greatest gun ever! Feel special. Beautiful and reliable but can still scare the living bejesus outta anyone.")
No, they didn't have the M1911A, and I really don't know why I'm not Arisu. Or evil lain, for that matter. Or bloody penny bloody lain, sweety dahlin'. Bolly?