After about 5 hours of searching for supplies on his desktop Logan realised that guns might not be the best option depending on how magic worked.

  "Well if it works off the chemical reactions that are caused by influencing the atoms in the air by either drawing them closer or apart and moving them at different speeds then a gun should still be able to work. However if it works by bending the laws of the world to cause the spell to manifest at the cost of mana then the probability that guns still work is astronomically lower." as Logan pondered this predicament another window appeared

  "Really? I was kinda hoping this wasn't some Rpg game world now. I guess I don't need to fortify my home until after I make sure I'm not living in a safe zone well then lets see my Status."

  "Hmm, I get why my stats are like this, I mean I guess I'm fairly intelligent and I plan ahead so that's the reason for my wisdom and my intelligence. But still I don't get out alot which I guess would result in my strenght and agility, I eat pretty healthy so thats my constitution. But seriously? What's up with my luck?"

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  As Logan remarked over his Status there was a knock on the door. A very foreboding, unwelcomed knock...........