Wayne Bruzinski had been doing some research about upgrading his suit. The objective here was to incorporate some bulletproofing into it. He had found a site online that sold a hybrid Ceramic/Kevlar panel that would fit his needs.
A few weeks later he had finally bought enough of the panels to bulletproof the entire chest and abdominal area of his suit. He experimented with several ways to attach it before he settled on the best one. Of course he had to do it himself because no one could know that he is The Manbat.
Once he had it all settled, Bruzinski took the suit out to the middle of the country along with a mannequin torso he had appropriated from a dumpster behind the Dayton Mall. He put the new bulletproof top onto the mannequin and walked about 10 feet away from it. Wayne pulled out his yellow and black Glock and took aim at the dummy. He fired a round into it. Upon inspection he noticed that it had stopped the bullet cold. Bruzinski backed up and emptied the clip into it.
"Shit yeah" he said happily. He pulled the suit top off the mannequin and held it up to inspect it. There were a few scuffs on it, but otherwise it was intact.
"Well now for the real test" he said with determination.
Wayne donned the whole suit and headed out into the field. "Corn this year", he remarked as he found a spot where the vegetable hadn't grown too high yet. He pulled his Glock out of it's utility belt holster and held it up to his chest. "1, 2, ...3" he said and then chickened out on pulling the trigger. The vest could take a shot from a distance, but he had to know that it could take one point blank.
"Don't be a pussy" he said out loud as he slapped himself in the face repeatedly. He pointed the gun at himself as least awkwardly as he could and counted again. "1, 2, ......................3" and he pulled the trigger. Blackness overtook him.
Wayne's body was picked clean by turkey vultures and his bones left undiscovered in the corn field until the harvest. A local farmer found what was left of his body and called police. Upon further inspection it was deduced that the man had accidently shot himself in the head. When Wayne pulled the trigger, he was holding the gun at a weird angle. The bullet skipped right off the ceramic panel and flew up in under his chin, effectively blowing his brains out. The corn grew up around his dead body, hiding it for months.
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