This is, I believe, the only gun I’ve ever owned or fired:
I still have it (obviously) and it still works. And I have plenty of ammo still.
It shoots those little, colorful plastic discs you see in the picture– with surprising accuracy I might add! It’s because the firing mechanism spins them like a frisbee. When they hit the target, they ricochet wildly and go everywhere.
My friends and I had hours of fun trying to blind each other in tracer gun wars. Sometimes we’d play in a blacked out basement and fire blindly til someone squealed from being hit.
My Farrah Fawcett poster also suffered my tracer gun wrath. I always aimed for her erect nipples, so the poster had all these mini creases on her boobs.