The bullet crackles with azure veins of electricity, its lead casing etched in fractal sparks that dance like captive storm clouds. It hums a low, resonant thrum, drawing static from the air until hairs prickle and ozone stings the nostrils. When fired, it streaks in a blinding arc, trailing ionized thunder that scorches the void behind it.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).