I’m jogging around. Has the gauge filled up to one bar yet? No. Well, back to jogging around it is. Time to politely salute the horrific mutant trying to attack me as I double back past it for the third time. Ooh, we have a bar. Right, time to whip out my pistol and – BANG, BANG. Shit, I forgot to wander up to point blank range and so have hit absolutely nothing. Well, back to jogging I go until the gauge fills again.
