Shuddering, Gold loaded the pistol. He pulled back the hammer. He recalled all the things he'd done to prepare his home for the arrival of that monster. The rocket killings. The slow push into a police state. The hunting and killings of the gods themselves... Shuddering, he put the gun against his head. you are a monster that will always be remembered for his actions that all could see. Wonder only which sins they'll etch on your grave. They only have so much room, after all.
With a dull pounding in his head, gold's finger settled on the trigger, and he let out a roar, and shifted the gun from his head to pull the trigger, shooting the wall to his left. The shot would probably be heard by anyone in the building.