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So /k/ I just got the best deal ever.
>be friends with some kids as a kid
>they are childhood actors
>fast forward to now
>they got all the childhood money unlocked (about 30 million each)
>they are living in texas
>Them: "Hey you want to come hog hunting on the ranch our father owns?"
>Me: "What rifles do you have?"
>Them : "We dont have any, could you build us something custom"
>Authors note: Im not a gunsmith
>Me: "Uh sure, what do you have in mind?"
>Them: "M14 in Sage EBR stock and a SVD" (They are part of the call of duty generation, cut them some slack)
>Them: "Also we will pay for what ever rifle you want"
So /k/ help me with the following:
1. Optic and Mount for M14 wearing sage stock
2. PSL, TIGR, NDM88 or Vepr mocked up to look like SVD
3. What rifle should I get? (No class 3 as im under 21 and we dont want to wait to hunt)
Skill vs. Size
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Say there is one unskilled fighter, and one world class fighter.
How much bigger does the unskilled fighter need to be, compared to the other guy, to tip the balance in his favor?
In other words, how much bigger does the unskilled fighter need to be guarantee he will most likely win a fight, despite the opponents skill?
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>CC-ing in local organic food market with health nut wife
>See an old lady drop a $10 dollar apple
>Pick it up for her, as anyone gentlemanly as I am should have
>When I bend down, my Glock child-slayer 4000 becomes un-concealed
>Old lady screams "He's got a GUN!"
>Half of the people around me start screaming, the other half gather around me, entrapping me
>I have no idea what to do, raise my hands in the air as a sign of peace
>In doing so, I reveal the puppy and kitten killer 1911 in my shoulder holster
>More gasps, more shouts of disapproval
>Everyone is screaming at me
>Sigh, sit down on a bench, waiting for them to arrive
>As I sit down, both my AR-15's fall out of my cargo-pants pocket
>People start screaming
>Panic ensues, general mayhem
>Cops come, look at me and my smug grin
>They return the cheeky smile, a common respect for gun-owners
>Police try to calm everyone down
>Ask to see my permit, gladly show them
>Everyone seething when the cops turn around to leave
>Obviously justice has not been done. #NoJustice
>Continue to scream at me, blocking me from leaving, even after the cops leave
>Enter the forefathers, descending from heaven
>All dual-wielding AR-15's and AK-47's, each with 30-rnd mags
>Shoot everyone in sight
>The bodies fall into the food stands, creating a perfect path for me and my wife to walk through towards our hummer
>Kneel before our forefathers, thanking them for their merciful kindness
>Guide us to our home
>Search each house withing a 10-mile radius for anti-gun inhabitants
>Force everyone to leave, as I am pro-gun, and everyone would be uncomfortable around me
>Essentially only one around my zipcode
>Jump into bed with wife, fuck her for 20 hours straight
Your stories are so believable. I this essentially every time there's a soccer mom/CC/OC story thread.
Please, just stop.