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I'll bet reloading's a when it finally rolls around.
Self-proclaimed evil Cat-person. Dues Ex Felines
Cato Sicarius, after force feeding Captain Ventris a copy of the Codex Astartes for having the audacity to play Deathwatch, chokes to death on his own D-baggery after finding Calgar assembling his new Eldar army.
Frazzled: "Lets go to Academy. I need some water shoes and want to look for a new tacticool flashlight. Also I'm on the hunt for tacticool khakis. "
Wife: "I need to get some shoes too."
Frazzled: "But are they tacticool?"
Wife: "no they're for [the Boy]"
Frazzled: "Bird season's prepping up. I wonder if I can find tacticool booties for TBone."
Wife:" Yes because he needs that when slicing the pie snoring on the sofa. You like to say tacticoool don't you?"
Frazzled: "yep"
-"Wait a minute.....who is that Frazz is talking to in the gallery? Hmmm something is going on here.....Oh.... it seems there is some dispute over video taping of some sort......Frazz is really upset now..........wait a minute......whats he go there.......is it? Can it be?....Frazz has just unleashed his hidden weiner dog from his mini bag, while quoting shakespeares "Let slip the dogs the war!!" GG
-"Don't mind Frazzled. He's just Dakka's crazy old dude locked in the attic. He's harmless. Mostly."
-TBone the Magnificent 1999-2014, Long Live the King!
chromedog wrote:Mate of mine worked in ER years ago (he now has a private practice out in the burbs). The ONE injury type they always worried about were HUMAN bites.
There are a lot of bacteria in the human mouth that can do really bad things* if they get into your bloodstream. Serious infection bad.
What does Break Fluid have to do with really bad things?
I've never feared Death or Dying. I've only feared never Trying.
d-usa wrote:On a completely unrelated note, I think I am on Dakka way too much.
I saw this commercial the other day and the first thing that came to mind was Frazzled...
I saw that commercial this weekend and also thought of Frazzled. And how dumb that fething commercial was...
Gonna go out on a limb and guess that Frazzled dies not look that good in pink.
You've never seen me in a nice pink halter top with matching six guns.
What did I say too much?
-"Wait a minute.....who is that Frazz is talking to in the gallery? Hmmm something is going on here.....Oh.... it seems there is some dispute over video taping of some sort......Frazz is really upset now..........wait a minute......whats he go there.......is it? Can it be?....Frazz has just unleashed his hidden weiner dog from his mini bag, while quoting shakespeares "Let slip the dogs the war!!" GG
-"Don't mind Frazzled. He's just Dakka's crazy old dude locked in the attic. He's harmless. Mostly."
-TBone the Magnificent 1999-2014, Long Live the King!
I think, if we all stop joking around, we truly know what time it is: time to grab the weapons and ammunition! Next time I'm near a Dick's Sporting Goods, I'm getting a wooden bat to nail-ify. Kinda like Dead Rising 2. I don't feel safe about keeping a loaded gun in my room, but a bat that could destroy anything sounds reasonable. Also, stores of non-perishables and water should be bought up, as well as having a decent bank account for gas, a car that works well, and an escape plan. Time to get the weapons and consumables...I got the rest set.
Reality is a nice place to visit, but I'd hate to live there.
Manchu wrote:I'm a Catholic. We eat our God.
Due to work, I can usually only ship any sales or trades out on Saturday morning. Please trade/purchase with this in mind.
To use at the gas pumps that are still open/electronic places where outright commandeering of items can't be done without purchase. Gas is the big one I can think of, others may suggest more. Obviously you don't need cash to purchase food once the apocalypse hits...we'll just be grabbing twinkies off the shelves.
Reality is a nice place to visit, but I'd hate to live there.
Manchu wrote:I'm a Catholic. We eat our God.
Due to work, I can usually only ship any sales or trades out on Saturday morning. Please trade/purchase with this in mind.
The centre of a massive brood chamber, heaving and pulsating.
gak. Time to get myself a bus, weapons, friends, food, and squeezes.
Still, considering the other "new world order" conspiracy stories on the site, I'm hardly worried. That much.
Squigsquasher, resident ban magnet, White Knight, and general fethwit.
buddha wrote: I've decided that these GW is dead/dying threads that pop up every-week must be followers and cultists of nurgle perpetuating the need for decay. I therefore declare that that such threads are heresy and subject to exterminatus. So says the Inquisition!
Meh. I'll just make a supressor for the ol' Nagant revolver when the time comes Lol I don't even own any modern guns...
If I had to use a melee weapon, I would probably make a spear of some sort, because if "zombies" ever came, they wouldn't be undead, just people made crazy by an illness. Meaning they aren't headshot only.
May the the blessings of His Grace the Emperor tumble down upon you like a golden fog. (Only a VERY select few will get this reference. And it's not from 40k. )
Sufficiently crazy people are very hard to put down, stab them through the chest and they'll continue to try to eat your face until they finally die. Whereas decapitating them or bashing their heads in will kill them pretty instantly
May the the blessings of His Grace the Emperor tumble down upon you like a golden fog. (Only a VERY select few will get this reference. And it's not from 40k. )
Have to go with my M4. I cannot see being limited to a "few" rounds (guessing 8 rounds for that Nagant?) in an encounter. 30 round mags for me
Proud Member of the Infidels of OIF/OEF
No longer defending the US Military or US Gov't. Just going to ""**feed into your fears**"" with Duffel Blog Did not fight my way up on top the food chain to become a Vegan...
Warning: Stupid Allergy
Once you pull the pin, Mr. Grenade is no longer your friend
DE 6700
Harlequin 2500
RIP Muhammad Ali.
Jihadin, Scorched Earth 791. Leader of the Pork Eating Crusader. Alpha
Only 5, actually, but you can load more with a clip in a second once you are out. Then I'll bring out my Nagant revolver and 1861 cap and ball revolver
If I had an M4, of course I'd use that though lol. Unless I had to make an extremly long range shot.
May the the blessings of His Grace the Emperor tumble down upon you like a golden fog. (Only a VERY select few will get this reference. And it's not from 40k. )
Slightly OT(then again, isn't everything off topic?) but that Pakalert Press site is terrible. Juggling text left to right and back again around adds and pics is terrible and annoying.
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"Bryan always said that if the studio ever had to mix with the manufacturing and sales part of the business it would destroy the studio. And I have to say – he wasn’t wrong there! ... It’s become the promotions department of a toy company." -- Rick Priestly
I wonder, is it wrong that I've been as giddy as a kid at Christmas since all the "zombie attack" reports have begun to surface?
Beginging to believe that the first annual " Zombie Games" might kick off soon.
I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.