Daily Life V6. "Drama, Cellular Devices, and the latest in military hardware"
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I got gayer art.
this makes me happy.
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I swear one more furry image and I'm putting you on my ignore list.
Hi babes <3
milk
seriously if you know we dont want you to post furry shit and yell at you every time why do you keep doing it?
do you like the attention or are you just trolling?
Going to Bloomington today, hopefully gonna grab a bunch of vinyls and maybe some model kits. I also hope to find a store that specializes in retro gaming.
Running a overnight game today woopie, cya friends
why do people like milk crave attention?
I'm sorry about my little fit, guys. <3
Milk is that like a dragon/dog hybrid it looks so wierd.
pls dont encourage
im so proud of myself
Hey guys, just got back from a week in Ireland. While I was on the trip I had a lot of writing time in the car, so I worked on a second wargame I've been developing concurrently with the one I described a little while ago. This one's essentially a fantasy wargame that seeks to avert all, or at least most, of the usual fantasy genre cliches. I wrote a short piece of fiction to tie in with it so I figured I'd post it here and see what you guys think.
[quote]Crouch. Reload. Corvid’s brain, paralyzed by fear and addled by shellshock, struggled to process the commands that already his hands, well-trained through countless hours of repetition, were performing. Draw cartridge from belt. Bite the bullet, tear it off, the cotton taste lost amidst the acrid tang of gunpowder smoke permeating the air. Half-cocked hammer, pour a bit of powder without elbowing the man crouched next to him in line, close the pan-
‘Ready!’
Too slow, too slow, dump the powder down the muzzle, mash the wadding, spit the bullet, grab the ramrod-
‘Aim!’
Pull the ramrod out, flip it over, slam it down the barrel with trembling hands, pull it back up-
‘Fire!’
A single word half-heard before being drowned out with the ear-splitting roar of gunfire. Corvid was dazed and deafened by the percussion of the guns at his ears from the second rank, but narrowly managed to avoid dropping his ramrod into the mud. Back in the holder, raise the gun, full-cock, point in the vague direction of the enemy and squeeze the heavy trigger, adding his own belated contribution to the volley he missed. He couldn’t even hear it, barely feeling the recoil against his long since numb shoulder.
With the shot fired and the familiar mechanism of his fingers complete he paused, suddenly noticing how close the ape-like figures in black armor were- far closer than the indistinct blobs they were at the last volley.
‘Ready arms!’
They were charging. No time to reload. Corvid stood, a small cry of fear escaping his lips as the screeching monsters grew larger and larger. He could see individuals now, tall, hairy things with bared fangs and flying back-banners of all different colors rising above overlapping steel plates, and bayonet-festooned muskets leveled straight at the regiment of Tursan men.
He held the musket out in front of him, as he had been trained to do, alongside the rest of the regiment. First rank- he would be first to fight. First to die. No escape, nowhere to go now. He could run-
It was too late. The Ongten thundered into the formation as a tidal wave of rage and industry. One in particular charged straight into Corvid, who threw up his bayonet in the prescribed parry. The ape-man met his parry and whipped his gun around with a speed born of inhuman strength, striking Corvid in the chest with the butt of the musket. Even through his breastplate, the blow hit hard, sending him tumbling to the ground, his head ringing against the unyielding helmet, his gun having long since escaped from his grasp.
Corvid rolled onto his back, and time seemed to slow to a crawl. He was going to die, and accepted this fact with a detached indifference. Despite the tropical climate, he felt a sudden chill as the Ongten warrior lunged forward, bayonet glittering in the sunlight.
A ball of fire roared over Corvid’s head, searing him with the close heat, but enveloping and incinerating his would-be killer. Charred chunks in glowing armor dropped in the mud, steam hissing where they met. As he lay, stunned by what he had just seen, a boot splashed into the mud by his head. Corvid turned, and the figure extended a hand, helping him to his feet. Around he could see the frenzied melee had ended there in a matter of seconds, continuing farther down the line, leaving only dead and wounded in the immediate vicinity. His savior was holding something; Corvid thought it a grenade, then recognized the black and grey of the man’s coat and the amplifier he held in his hand, the calling cards of a combat psionic.
The psi opened his mouth as if to speak, then suddenly jerked the amplifier outstretched towards something behind Corvid. He felt the temperature of the air plummet again, and turned just in time to see a trio of oncoming Ongten be wreathed in arcing electricity, crackling across their armor and searing flesh to the bone.
He turned back to the psi, ears still ringing from the volley that now seemed an eternity ago. He shook his head to clear the fuzziness in his mind, as the psi picked something off the ground and looked at him, a thin, ashen-grey face peering behind black goggles and staring intently.
‘Can you fight?’
Corvid could only nod dumbly.
The psi held out the musket he had dropped.
‘Then come on. We’ve got a war to fight.’
He grabbed the weapon.
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Just found a bag of stuff from my grandad's time in the military during Vietnam. He was stationed in Germany the whole time but it's still pretty interesting. It includes dog tags, half of his ID, a zippo, and an Expert Marksmanship badge. I took some pictures, I'll post them later when I get to my computer.
[QUOTE=Herfjotur;37305896]Just found a bag of stuff from my grandad's time in the military during Vietnam. He was stationed in Germany the whole time but it's still pretty interesting. It includes dog tags, half of his ID, a zippo, and an Expert Marksmanship badge. I took some pictures, I'll post them later when I get to my computer.[/QUOTE]
You should wear his dogtags like he was your buddy that you watched die and now you wear them because you're mentally scarred.
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His grandad is a crazy motherfucker too. He took us shooting and I was holding his revolver like I would a normal handgun with two hands but he said I was doing it wrong and told me to hold it with one hand and do a sideways standing stance. Considering I was wearing my trenchcoat at the time, I felt like a fucking badass.
my dad was usaf 61-88/9
dodged vietnam due to someone fucking up the airforces system for tracking personnel
instead one of his friends who got back from vietnam got sent to vietnam again instead of him lol
[QUOTE=W0w00t;37306390]my dad was usaf 61-88/9
dodged vietnam due to someone fucking up the airforces system for tracking personnel
instead one of his friends who got back from vietnam got sent to vietnam again instead of him lol[/QUOTE]
lol
although my dad did get sent to pakistan for a radio antenna receiver site, right on the border with afghanistan, near the khyber pass
opposing villages/tribes hated each other and would have regular firefights around the area my dad was
niggas be walking around w/ double barrels over their shoulders
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[url]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peshawar_Air_Station[/url]
I need to shit but I don't have toilet paper downstairs and I can't go upstairs to get it because my parents are fighting. This fucking sucks.
Unbanned. I am not sure if I can fit into civilization anymore....it has been so long
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fuck yes 700th post
celebrate it by posting abba
The temptation is burning me on the inside.
[QUOTE=Wulfram;37306319]You should wear his dogtags like he was your buddy that you watched die and now you wear them because you're mentally scarred.
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His grandad is a crazy motherfucker too. He took us shooting and I was holding his revolver like I would a normal handgun with two hands but he said I was doing it wrong and told me to hold it with one hand and do a sideways standing stance. Considering I was wearing my trenchcoat at the time, I felt like a fucking badass.[/QUOTE]
I have one of my grandpa's dog tags on my keys.
And you're supposed to shoot a revolver 1 handed, because otherwise the gasses coming out of the cylinder will literally blow your fingers off
[QUOTE=felix the cat;37307274]I have one of my grandpa's dog tags on my keys.
And you're supposed to shoot a revolver 1 handed, because otherwise the gasses coming out of the cylinder will literally blow your fingers off[/QUOTE]
Except for nuggets :)
Speaking of revolvers, my grandpa had a Colt Police .38 Special (double-action) and when he started showing signs of Alzheimers my dad took the gun and grinded down the hammer so it doesn't fire anymore. Eventually he took the gun away. It's a shame because the gun is in pristine condition and is absolutely beautiful.
[QUOTE=stabbytheghost;37307368]Speaking of revolvers, my grandpa had a Colt Police .38 Special (double-action) and when he started showing signs of Alzheimers my dad took the gun and grinded down the hammer so it doesn't fire anymore. Eventually he took the gun away. It's a shame because the gun is in pristine condition and is absolutely beautiful.[/QUOTE]
Yo poppa dun goofed. He shoulda just took it away and kept it safe.
Yeah. My parents hated guns. Eventually my father came to his senses and realized his mistake. My mom still hates guns though.
[QUOTE=cardfan212;37295575]Today was my first day as a Sophomore yay woo yippy.[/QUOTE]
goes by fast man :\
cherish the loveable times
[QUOTE=stabbytheghost;37307471]Yeah. My parents hated guns. Eventually my father came to his senses and realized his mistake. My mom still hates guns though.[/QUOTE]
I am 99.99% positive you'll be able to get a new hammer for it. Colt Police model is p. common afaik
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wtf kinda add is that for a pokemon video website.
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