
The thing about guns is...
...if you have to use them to scare an intruder out of your house, you're pretty fucked already. I'd rather have a good sword or mace - no chance of misfire, and the fucker is guaranteed disabled if you get them with a good clip. I've seen enough shit about PCP-ingesting nutzos taking 5 rounds to the chest, then getting up and coming after you that a gun just won't do it. I'd rather cut their arms off or crush their skull, it's safer that way.
Plus, you don't accidentally hit the wrong person that way.
In that final hour, when each breath is a struggle to take, and you are looking back over your life's accomplishments, which memories would you treasure? The empires you built, or the joy you spread to others?
Therin lies the true measure of a man.