Gunther

> *"Oh, someone seems confident."*
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Gunther is a Predator Survivor and DEX Type Warrior, who has the potential to be promoted to Mythical Grade.

## Background

Gunther and Leonard had met on a cruise around the time of the outbreak and had been friends ever since. Gunther smiled and added more duct tape to the rifle tripod system he was repairing.
“So... That'll make a weapon fire automatically...? I gotta be honest, I don't see how that's gonna help us much. Unless you figured out a way to aim it?”
Leonard sat down across from Gunther.
“Nah, it just pulls and releases the trigger repeatedly.”
Gunther replied, cutting the duct tape with a sharp knife.
“What happens when it runs out of bullets? Does it autoreload?”
Leonard tapped a pistol mounted on a similar smaller device next to the one Gunther was working on. Leonard had served briefly in the military, but he didn't have a clue why Gunther insisted on making these. It was a waste of valuable resources, as far as he could tell. Gunther looked up and grinned.
“Nope. It's not that smart.”
“C’mon, man. I'm trying to understand. What's the point of making these things? Are they just for warning shots? Cover fire? If they ever took down any walkers or raiders, it'd be by pure luck.”
Picking up a rifle, Leonard pulled back the bolt and checked the empty chamber. Everything looked clean and wellmaintained. He'd have expected nothing less from Gunther.
“That’s because you can't see past the machine specs. Gotta see the bigger picture.” Gunther replied, rubbing the tripod with an oiled cloth.
“Well then, enlighten me. I’ve got time—and plenty of cigarettes, thanks to Eric.”
Leonard pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it with a match.
“Okay. Let’s say I load it with 30 rounds and set it to shoot one round every 3 seconds. That means it'll keep shooting for 90 seconds.”
“Right.”
“Sure, it only shoots in one direction. But if it's wellhidden, the enemy has to treat it as a threat. At the very least, it's a distraction. If we're lucky, it'll divide their forces into smaller groups that are easier to take down.”
“What if they catch on right away that it's not a real shooter?”
“Yeah, there's always a chance they'll realize what's going on. But in my experience, most people aren't that clearheaded when they're being shot at.”
Gunther carefully checked the tripod until he was satisfied that it was working properly.
“You know laser tag? I loved it when I was a kid. Now that I think about it, it taught me all the basic combat stuff. My buddies and I used to act like generals and come up with battle strategies.”
As he continued explaining, Gunther mounted a rifle on the tripod.
“The thing is, it's all a numbers game. A group’s combat power—basically how effective they are in a fight—depends on how much force and how many fighters they've got. If a group has X amount of force and Y number of fighters, their total combat power is X times Y. But if one of them can’t fight—meaning their value is zero—their total combat power becomes zero.”
“Sorry, you've lost me.”
“You were in the forces, right? Ever since... Well, recently, I’ve been finding whatever books I can about military strategy, what with the influx of raiders we’ve seen. Think about it this way. If I'm flying solo, I only need to consider myself and the enemy. Even if I'm outnumbered, I can still go about my business—pinpoint the enemy's location, change course, and attack on my own if I need to. But if you add other people to the equation, other variables come into play. For example, I wouldn’t be able to act as quickly because I'd need to check if the others saw them too. If I call out, how will the others react? Are they close enough to hear it? Will they know what to do? Working as a team poses certain risks that can actually make you less effective.”
Gunther inserted a magazine into the rifle. Despite the smile on his face, his eyes were fierce.
“These devices will help spot out if the enemy has any zeroes. If one of them is shaken up, it'll affect the whole group. It’s a way to exploit their weaknesses and use them to beat them.”
“Wow. I didn’t know you were this... analytical. Not that I blame you, after what happened to your wife... Sorry, man...”
Leonard lit up another cigarette.
“Yeah... It definitely made me think a lot about why people do the things they do.”
Gunther kissed the wedding ring that hung from a chain around his neck.
Leaving Gunther's workshop, Leonard's thoughts drifted to the past. Their cruise ship had been on Lake Erie when news of the outbreak had reached them, just before the radio went dead. Not daring to go back to the port, they'd cut themselves off from the rest of the world. “DON’T GET BITTEN.” That was pretty much all the information they'd had to go on. Then one day, one of the passengers died and turned into a walker. After that, panic and paranoia had swept over the ship, and they had started throwing anyone they suspected of being infected overboard. One of them was Gunther’s wife. Someone had seen the cut she'd gotten making a fishing net to help feed the starving passengers and had mistaken it for a bite mark. Realizing their mistake, the guiltridden passengers made a plan to return to shore. Hoping to create something positive from the tragedies they experienced at sea, some passengers decided to establish a settlement. Recollecting the tragedy, Leonard looked around the settlement. It had grown into a large community with many people and resources.
“Thanks to you, a lot of people have a place where they can feel somewhat safe... but I'm a little worried about your husband...”
Leonard recalled the chilling look in Gunther's eyes earlier. Gone was the softhearted man he'd met on the cruise. Gunther had always been passionate about his work, but now... He talked about people like they were nothing more than parts of an equation that needed to be solved. With an uneasy sigh, Leonard walked slowly back to his place.

## Skills

 61 | Tactical Deployment | Increases Gunther’s ATK by 5% for each Remote Rifle installed.

## Recommended Gear

Gunther is a decent Survivor for all modes. It's recommended to leave his Personal Gear below level 10 or max it out and give him the Asyl's Best Shoes or Asyl's Best Ammunition as Special Gear.