For a card without any flavour text I love how this is full of flavour. The 6 power counters beautifully represent the 6 bullets in a revolver chamber used to hip fire those sentry subroutines into the dirt. However, the observant among you will notice that Revolver is actually capable of breaking 7 subroutines, the 7th of which would cost trashing the breaker entirely.

I like to think of this as the final last stand of the runner, having run a gauntlet of sentries they find themselves face to face with the) spider god... Bang two legs fly off as the beast writhes in pain... Bang a shot right to the abdomen, only one more shot required to bring it down... Click... Click-click... With sweat pouring down their face the weary runner checks to see that the chamber is empty. They know there's only one thing for it. Flipping the gun around to grab the barrel as if holding an axe, they line up the final "shot". With a visceral scream they launch the revolver directly towards the leering foe.

Thonk The dull, machined metal lodges itself in the arachnid's chelicera, collapsing it to the floor with a fainting hiss.