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I finally did it, /k/. I found a sexy ass Nugget with a hex receiver. All matching numbers except for the floor plate on the magazine, which is force matched.
An ex-Dragoon made in 1927 by Izhevsk, can't wait to shoot it tomorrow
soo, a big milestone is comint to k. soccer moms, nuggets, aliens, swords, and the past years have let us get to here. so, what was your favorite thing here?
>At work >In full uniform, wearing Bat Utility Belt with duty pistol >Enforcing laws >Or, more accurately, just saying hi to people and making sure that one kid doesn't climb in the dumpster >Walk into headquarters to check in >Woman in birkenstocks and white girl dreadlocks is looking at brochures >Can tell by looking at her that nothing she has to say will ever be important >Reeks of pachouli >She notices me walking in and smiles and starts to ask me something about the map on the wall >She freezes before she even gets the first syllable >Points at my hip and says "that's a gun!" >"Um, yeah?" >"There's no guns allowed here!" >"What?" >"There's no guns allowed here! There's a sign on the door!" >Guns are allowed and we even have an unofficial shooting range, but you can't carry inside the HQ because of bullshit federal law, so there's a sign on the front door >"Ma'am, I work here." >"But you can't have a gun here!" >".... I WORK HERE." >"But guns aren't allowed here! You aren't supposed to have one!" >"Ma'am, I'm law enforcement." >"But the other rangers don't have guns!" >"They're interpretive. I'm law enforcement." >"You're not a real cop! You're a ranger! Like Yogi Bear!" >Stare in a churning mire of confusion, amazement at the depths of human stupidity, and loathing >She shifts awkwardly from one foot to the other, then clutches her brochures to her chest and scurries out the door >I watch her trot through the parking lot and climb into a Prius and drive off into the woods. >A Prius. >Of fucking course.
/k/, whats stopping me from going out, buying a couple hundreds of old surplus Nugget food, disassembling the rounds, taking the steel core bullets, and using them to make some steel core 7.62x39, in case if a "Tyrone" breaks into my house, and is wearing military grade plates, and protective gear. Of course, this is all hypothetical, and is purely for educational purposes, of course.
How dangerous is it to get stabbed in the bicep with a fillet knife or a similar thin and long knife?
A girl I know offered me 2000€ if she can stab me through my arm with a knife. She's rich and I didn't inquire further and just said I'd think about it.
So how dangerous is it? I believe there are no major veins directly inside the bicep and the arteries are under the muscle. So a stab all the way through the muscle should be relatively safe?
I wouldn't be even thinking about this but I'm really poor and I could use the money really bad.
