/k/, There's something wrong with my Desert Eagle. The damn thing tears up my hands when I try to shoot it, the finish is falling apart, and the bore is full of shit. Any suggestions?
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/k/, There's something wrong with my Colt. The damn thing weighs a ton, the bullets stink like shit, it drips lubricant all over the place and it kicks like a mule. Any suggestions?
Of the Sniper Launcher, Alex Hutchinson mentions, "This one was great for gameplay, and was something we thought people would get a kick out of using in the game on a second playthrough. It's a bit unbalanced, so not something we were going to make ourselves for the core game, but I think players will get a kick out of it."
Now that the winners have been selected, Alex mentions that the team is quickly getting to work on getting them into the game, "We've already begun modeling them, then we'll start testing them to see how they feel, and try to make sure that they're satisfying and cool."
The entire team from EA Montreal would like to thank all the fans who participated in the Weapon Design Contest whether by submitting an entry, or voting on your favorite weapon. We hope you enjoy the playing with the winning selections when Army of Two: The 40th Day releases in stores!
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Anonymous 08/07/09(Fri)04:30 No.3659944
holy shit that was actually good. flawless victory /k/
Anchorage Daily News, Anchorage, Alaska, 11/4/2006 State: AK American Rifleman Issue: 2/1/2007 WHEN MATTHEW SCHNEIDER pulled into his driveway and got out of his truck, three teenagers approached and began an altercation. According to authorities, Schneider told the youths to vacate his property, but they began assaulting him, even slamming the truck door on his head. Schneider, who has a concealed carry permit, reached for his .4o pistol and fired twice at his assailants. "I thought they were going to kill me if I didn't do something," Schneider said. Two suspects fled, one of them wounded, while a third collapsed. Schneider says he prayed for the fallen suspect to survive, but he died at the scene.
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Anonymous 07/16/09(Thu)05:16 No.3565136
Why not show the gun first before shooting immediately?
The News, Hutchinson, KS, 8/17/93 State: KS American Rifleman Issue: 11/1/1993 Count NRA member Dale Tipton of Hutchinson, Kansas, among those who have defended themselves with a gun and have lost their jobs for doing so. Tipton was delivering pizzas for Pizza Hut after a range session with his AR-15 when three teens tried to rob him. When one of the teens threatened him with a gun, Tipton hopped back into his car and grabbed his rifle. "As soon as they saw it, they were trucking," said Tipton. Although the incident occured only a month after an unarmed driver was slain in Wichita and police said he did nothing wrong, Pizza Hut fired Tipton.
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Anonymous 07/16/09(Thu)05:19 No.3565140
In this kind of situation, the death of one of them isn't a bad thing. Takes one thug off the streets and scares the rest off.
He didn't deserve death but hell, the guy was justified in using a gun at least.
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Anonymous 07/16/09(Thu)05:20 No.3565141
>>3565136 Because, he was in fear of his life after getting beaten and his head slammed with the car door.
This story was posted a few times before, Its about a Russian soldier time in Chechnya, brutal stuff. Heard its true. Excuse the shitty english.
I'm not going to say my name, but everyone called me Ramzes ( after an Egyptian pharaoh ). I was very young when I was enrolled in Basic Training. In Russia its a requirement to be in the military. The year was 93, January 2nd most of you probably got drunk, laid or went to shoot your AKs with your friends, celebrating the New Year. For me January 2nd was very,very painful. I was new, didn't know anyone. I walked into baraks with my BDUs and a bag with soap, tooth brush and some crackers. I was 65th Airborne of 106th. I heared horrific storries from older friends about the army, beating up, torturing, even murder. But most of all the suicides. I heared that someone in the 82nd motorized division BT, couldn't take this shit anymore, and walked into barracks at night with FG1 grenade and killed 7 of his friends, MPs were scooping up his guts and bones later that night. Thinking about that made me look down when I walked into barracks of my platoon, I didn't want to make an eye contact with anyone thinking " What if I look, and this guy with a tattoo of a skull with a prachoute is going to knock out my teeth. But no, fuckin NO ... I walked into a room full of brothers who would die for you. They welcomed me by our old tradition, I was sitting at the table with my wrist on the book. An older paratrooper came up to me, took out a screw driver and stabbed me with it in my wrist. For a second I didn't know what to do, I knew about this trick :if you scream or cry , then you will piss blood because your kidneys will be smashed by 20 boots. I started pounding on the table with my right fist, trying to not think about my pain.
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Anonymous 06/30/09(Tue)20:15 No.3502215
- Do you wana be a paratrooper ?he was screaming and spitting at me - YEEES, YESS FUCKIN YES - through the pain I was screaming back at him -Will you die for us little bitch ? - he asked me even louder by smacking me. - YEEEEEEES And he took the screwdriver out and poured some Rodnichok ( cheap Vodka ) on my bleeding purple hand. I'm looking at the scar now and still feel the smell of alchohol mixed with blood, and me slowly passing out becuase of the pain. Most of this things and people were blured out, and the smell of alchohol made me throw up. Later that day, everyone huged me and I became their brother. Through out our training we became best I don't wanna say friends, but BEST BROTHERS !!!!
URUS MARTAN region, Chechnya 1995 I took out a pack of Camel Lights out of my pocket. Made in USA said on the pack. I picked it up off the dead rebel back in Gudermes. My zippo lighter was silver with Harley Davidson on it, I traded for 5 full magazines 5.45 in Grozny. The lighter was almost empty, but after 4 tries i finally got the flame out of it. - "Ramzes, you are fucked man. Don't smoke on empty stomach." - said my friend Pitbull, sitting next to my on our BTR-80 - "Agh, fuck it." - I replied, but knowing that it will hurt here in a sec.
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Anonymous 06/30/09(Tue)20:16 No.3502219
We all looked at our Kombat ( Commander of battalion ) with a sad face, because the fuckin engine on BTR was so loud, I finished my cigaret took the filter out, took out a new one, broke the filter off of it, and I got my self quick earplugs. I smoked the unfultered cigaret, and damn was is nasty. But the engine kept us warm, it was early March, and it was fuckin freezing outside. Driver, commander, and 6 Spets Naz " SOBR " guys inside were lucky bastards. Inside of a BTR in Chechnya in early March, is like inside of a limo with a hot girl on top of you topless. I'm holding my AKs-74, have to taped clips, and about 4 in my vest. Next to me is "MAX", our sniper. Holding his baby SVD, with costume optics. Max was only 5'4", but the sick fuck could hit a cap off the bottle at 100yrds. His my mom died when he was 13, she got drunk, and jumped off the 7th floor. So for him being in Chechnya was like being back home in Rostov on Don, all he cared was his mom. His dad I guess left them when Max was very young. To the right is "Pitbull" with his PK, this dude is the biggest in our platoon. He got called into Chechnya a year before me. He was always calm, but today he knew that ZACHISTKA ( cleaning a town, searching for injured rebels or for weapons that could be found in peoples houses) could be our last one. 2 Days ago OMON unit from PERM got ambushed near the village, and out of 48 guys only 3 survived and got captured by rebels. So going into this little fuckin town was a bad idea, we knew from the start. But is ok, we had SpetsNaz inside, and they are the some bad ass warriors.
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Anonymous 06/30/09(Tue)20:16 No.3502222
Our objective is simple, 2 BTRs, 4 BMPs and 2 URAL trucks with OMON troops, all we had to do is get in the town, surround it, and check every single house. If shit hits the fan, Spetsnaz is on stand by. We are driving on the small road, and I'm looking at the hills, and tree lines thinking about 246TH OMON that got butchered in this area, we drove by a black/orange huge chunk of metal, with a turret laying next to it, and black liquid shit all over the place. - BLOOD, fuckin BLOOD of our brothers - said Pitbull pointing at the ground . The first BMP-2 stoped, and we all looked at it, and I'm thinking ; FUCK, i hope the driver didn't find a mine, or a mortar round with wires sticking out of the road. We stopped 40 ft away from remains of URAL truck, and I think it was a T-72, it was hard to recognize it, becuase it looked like a piece of charcoal with shit sticking out of it. -GOD DAMN, what the fuck did they hit it with ??- I asked - Fuckin "duhi" (nickname for rebels, translation is "ghost") detonated a 125mm. - Pitbull answered to me, still looking at the front BMP and 2 guys coming out of it. -What the fuck are they doing ?- I asked with a confused look No reply from Pitbull or Max.
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Anonymous 06/30/09(Tue)20:17 No.3502226
-Pit, what the fuck do you think they are doing ?- I shaked him -DOn't know man, he moved towards the commander's hatch and asked him: "KOMBAT, why stoping for ? They were talking, and Pitbull was looking at something that Kombat pointed at. Pitbull moved back, and said " Check it out, the guy knows the crew that died here 2 nights ago." I looked at the driver of a first BMP, he was slowly walking towards the wreck of something, I guess BMP. Behind him was another driver and 2 Spetsnaz guys. They came to the wreck, and poured little bit of vodka, over it, and crossing himself ( orthodox tradition ). He then took out a piece of bread, and left the flask with vodka and piece of bread next to the wreck. The souls of our guys who died here, will come at night, drink and eat. I crossed myself, so did Pitbull, and others. We shaked, BTR took off fast. I took out another cigaret, still looking back at the remains of the battle. Max asked me for one, I had 6 left, but I hoped that I will get more cigaretts in the village. - Why the fuck nobody cleaned this mess yet? - I asked while passing the zippo to Max. - We are the second ones here since, the 12th Division cleaned boddies here last night.- answered to me our Kombat. 2 Fuckin days, nobody had enough balls to come there and pick up the dead bodies of our guys. What the fuck man. First half of our convoy, turned left and I knew we are very close. My hand was getting cold, holding my cold 74 with no gloves, hurted my fingers.
I want to go bear hunting, but here's the catch: I only want to use a big knife. No projectile weapons of any kind.
Now I know you're thinking, "you can't kill a bear with a knife, moron, it will eat your face." I would be hunting black bear. A black bear is not some mythical giant beast of strength and death, it's about 6' standing and weighs between 250-400 pounds. I'm 6'7" with shoes on and I weigh about 225lb. I work out three times a week; I'm a very big, strong guy. Also, I have a beard.
I think I could stand a reasonable chance of killing a black bear with a knife (something around ten inches maybe). I mean sure, the bear is probably going to be a bit stronger than I am (be serious, it's not going to be THAT much stronger; it's still just muscle and flesh and bone), but not nearly as smart. Go for the neck, etc.
What do you think the odds of me winning would be?
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Anonymous 10/25/09(Sun)02:45 No.4209664
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