A blatant and shameless play to the substreet success of their original recipe. What niche context mandates the use of a multi-shot flaregun? There is none. Lawson here managed to skirt mass-product regulation while simultaneously validating aftermarket candlestick makers system-wide. While it's not my wont to augment the capacities of low-budget bad actors, I have to admit it was a clever play. The facet that really piques my fancy is the Roulette's namesake feature: the ability to chain-sequence single-shot candlesticks in the generous hopper. While your hullstock outlaw isn't likely to twinge any stalks intellect-wise, I have seen some admittedly sophisticated and downright inspiring use-cases for this unique combat mechanic. The Cove Stalkers rarely sprang for bounties, but after the Clean Container Heist, Dugall Freight was climmering for recompense and the price was right, so the big boys and I chased the Hamlie Family down onto Skarem Scablands. Severely outgunned, they made the correct move and ducked into the Iris Jungle for cover. That's when things got real interesting. Brother Morson Hamile was an ace of the roulette and once we plunged into the thick treescape, the Stalkers got hit with quite the recipe. Brother Morson had his hopper primed to spit a three-stick sequence on repeat. First shot was a gasser, pumping the jungle with haze cloud. Second was a sparkler, igniting the gas in a big fireball. And third came a simple slug, pelted into the gut of any refugee trying to skirt the flames. Poof, whoosh, and boom. Of course, he didn't last long, but I relish the technique to this day. I like to keep my kit pretty straight and that worked for us, but if I were to make a go of it again, I'd be hard tempted to work a few Roulettes into the armory. Could get real creative and with our pull we could probably get Stockton to cook us up some candles bespoke. Some seeperjuice gassers perhaps? Get some flavor past the filters and stir all manner of conniptions with that mask-rending itch. Then just cap 'em off while they're all wet-eyed and flailing.