21% Delirium

21% Delirium
Attributes
Season	6
Type	Machine Gun
Slot	Power
Ammo	Heavy
Rarity	Legendary
Damage Type	Arc
Archetype	Rapid-Fire
Description	"All right." —A Dark Age drifter
Statistics
Impact	25
Range	50
Stability	52
Handling	39
Reload Speed	61
Rounds Per Minute	900
Magazine	81
Reserves	389
Zoom	16
Inventory Size	45
Aim Assistance	70
Recoil	60
Bounce Intensity	40
Bounce Direction	Tends Right

Acquisition
	By Your Bootstraps Not available anymore.
	Monument to Lost Lights Legacy Gear.

21% Delirium PvP Stats

21% Delirium is a Legendary Machine Gun.

Perks - Curated Roll

Intrinsic

• Rapid-Fire Frame - Deeper ammo reserves. Slightly faster reload when magazine is empty.

Sight / Barrel

• Polygonal Rifling - Barrel optimized for recoil reduction.
  • Increases Stability.

Magazine / Battery

• Extended Mag - This weapon has a greatly increased magazine size, but reloads much slower.
  • Greatly increases magazine size.
  • Greatly decreases Reload Speed.

Trait 1

• Overflow - Picking up Special or Heavy ammo automatically loads this weapon beyond normal capacity.

Trait 2

• Killing Tally - Kills increase this weapon's damage until it is stowed or reloaded.

Notes

Killing Tally

• Final blows will grant a stack of Killing Tally, stacking up to 3 times, lasting until the weapon is reloaded or stowed. The damage is increased by 21.5% per stack, reduced to 8.4% against Bosses.

Lore

A Dark Age drifter stood against an oncoming horde. The stuff of nightmares. Quad-armed, mouths full of shining carnivore teeth, carrying weathered but fully functional armor and weapons. They moved as a mob, their boots kicking up clouds of dust as they advanced, blades glinting in the sun.

"All right," he said, a quiet salute to his dance partners as he wove around sizzling Arc bolts, coat trailing him like a shadow. He might not walk away from this. But they definitely wouldn't.

His Machine Gun spoke much louder than he did, over and over.

He had never brought himself to shoot a human. Or anything even resembling a human. Risen included.

But these were no Risen. No humans.

He broke their advance like oil parting water, the repeating bloom of his heavy leading the way. A blue, viscous film covered the dirt, dust, and rocks when he was finished.

"All right," he said, looking appreciably down at his smoking weapon. A trail of spent shells traced his path through his opponents' ranks.

Hard to find a bite out here, most days.

Every day.

He wondered what they'd taste like.

Images

Weapon Ornaments

• 87% Ennui

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