/jp/ - Otaku Culture

You're one of the few good tripfags iluvOP.

That sense of camaraderie, knowing everyone around you is just as inept as you.

At first i thought it was a "what is love" thread.

Tohos

You use sage properly

>>6623801
but he's Scandaroon

it's the only place where i can really express how i feel about subjects i'm interested in and people actually understand and maybe even give a fuck.

>>6623801
Oh you, I love you.

>>6623848
That's a great thing to appreciate! /jp/ is one the few boards that actually give fuck about stuff. Even the trolls of this board have a heart of gold in them. Many are just bad in expressing their emotions.
People here love their hobbies, they really do.

You guys don't care about the "alpha" attitude that ruined so many other boards, we're all equal here and respect each other in some kind of way.

being just another little autistic fish, in a giant sea of other autistic fish.

>>6623894
Well it's more like being fellow autistic retards, but at least we're equal in that.

ITT Finnish people cheering for their fuck-awful kinsman tripfag shitposter.

>>6623923
What do you like about /jp/?

Group hug

>>6623923
I like him and I'm an American.

The last bastion in 4chan where I can show off the depth of my infatuation with figures, dresses, little girls, etc. without being called out by the growing number of normals. I cant even post a non western game on /v/ anymore without it being derailed into weaboo weaboo weaboo.

I love the thoughtful critiques of Touhou fanworks.

Sometimes I think /jp/ is the worst board on 4chan. I only come here for off-topic and meta threads.

>>6623986
That's fucking bullshit if I ever saw it. Someone linked a Mabinogi thread on /v/ a couple months ago with over 100 posts. You fags are just too autistic to put your shit where it belongs.

You guys are my only friends

>>6623894
>>6623907
betas

I love how I can post images without pesky discussion getting in the way.

Touhous and BOOF

>>6623894
Exactly.

Trapslutting threads. When is the next one scheduled?

I love how people don't act like fucktards.
And people who do act like fucktards are pretty much called that.

Also: random image dumps, unboxing threads, and all the other random things that people would be saged to all hell on other boards.

Kigurumi threads
Milky Holmes threads
Trap threads
Sukumizu threads
Flat chest threads
Old hag threads
"/jp/ meet up" threads
Idol threads
"What if /jp/ lived together" threads
The fact that it's not /a/

>>6624250
What board are you reading? People act like fucktards all the time here.

>>6624255

>"What if /jp/ lived together" threads


>>>/a/

>>6624351
>Arcueid Brunestud !ARCIkc4cG6
>Trying to call someone out

/jp/ is the only board that knows how to properly use sage (and probably the only board to pronounce it properly).

>>6624008
>Couple of months ago.

Well that's why. Go try to start a thread on a Japanese videogame.

>>6624420
You mean French like Sarge, right?

>>6624420

I still laugh at how 4chan doesn't understand what sage means.

If only I knew moon so I wouldn't have to spend time on a board that imports foreign concepts and then DOES IT WRONG all the time.

Using sage as a way to "insult" someone's post or thread is just completely wrong and a retarded misuse of a good feature that is so popular in sites like 2ch and Futaba. Fuck, iichan and 4-ch do it right. It's just 4chan and 4chan's lame knockoffs that fail at using sage.

The true meaning of sage means that YOUR POST isn't worthy enough to bump the thread. It's ironic, because you think that you're insulting others while you're just, in fact, insulting yourself. Yes, sage can be used when posting a derogatory comment in a thread that you don't want to bump, but posting with just the word "sage" accomplishes nothing but contribute to spamming the board. The trend of replying with the name of a tripfag and sage is even worse, as it accomplishes nothing and only serves to increase the e-penis of whoever you're "attacking".

The sage feature was never meant to serve as an implied insult or general disagreement! Why people started using it that way is beyond me. There are plenty of reasons why one would choose not to bump a thread with his reply. For example, bumping threads with stupid one liner replies should be discouraged and those people should be coerced into using sage instead.

I want to use sage, yet I almost never do it on 4chan because people will jump on me thinking I'm insulting their post or something.

>>6624442
sage

>>6624442
Arc, we've got Suigin for that, you can take a rest.

>>6624442
Years ago, I was a karateka, I thought I was the toughest kid in high school, I would pick fights, and kick ass. I was full of hate, until I picked a fight with the wrong dude. He was a Japanese exchange student, I still remember his name, Noboru Takeda.

I picked on him because of his hilarious and thick Japanese accent. I told him I was going to beat him so hard, he would go back to China(Yeah, I was a little racist prick.), he never said anything back, made me wanted to kick his ass even harder.

Well, here comes the fight. I threw several punches, he dodged them like I was a mere white belt. I was tiring out and he knew, I saw the smirk on his face that made me raged hard. I put all my strength in one amazing punch, and he grabbed it and threw me over. My back smacked on the hard cement ground, and I was knocked out for who knows how long.

When I woke up I was in the school infirmary, I asked the nurse who brought me here, and you guessed it, Noboru Takeda. The next day, he wasn't at school, he was back in Japan, and I never got to thank him, for saving my life and showing me the light. I soon learned that he was an Aikidoka and have been practicing Aikido ever since to show my thanks to him.

>If only I knew moon so...
This part gets me every time.

>>6624449

It's not really a secret, but we don't really tell that many people about it. A couple years ago, my family was on vacation in Nevada. We went to Las Vegas and went to the shows and whatnot. It's crazy how many people have vitamin deficiencies in Las Vegas. (I was in medical school at the time and I couldn't go anywhere without trying to diagnose people.) Anyway, after my dad lost $150 at the casino we decided to take a little detour to Reno, because my fucking sister, and aspiring fashion designer, wanted to visit some faggy Italian guy who was famous for popularizing this 'revolutionary' way to hand-dye clothes.
So we get to Reno and after asking the locals we find out he's doing a demonstration of his gay little technique at a nearby bookstore. After 30 minutes of disorienting directions we finally find the store, but as walked inside, we had no idea where Mr. Bigshot designer was until we walked over to the group of 10 or so people crowded around his twitching body.
I recognized hyperglycemia when I saw it, and I also recognized that this guy needed to be injected with insulin as soon as possible. I rushed to the body, and found his insulin kit in his breast pocket. Without hesitation I prepped the needle and drove it into his abdomen. After 15 minutes or so, he woke up, with all seven of his fans gathered around him, my sister included. He was so grateful he insisted on making one of his stupid shirts for my sister. I guess the TL;DR of this story is, I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him dye.

Why are you replying to someone who likes Saten-spam?

I know this forum isn’t supposed to be used like a blog but I need some help. I’m fourteen years old and I had a problem in one of my classes. We had to write a paper on how grammar has changed since old English…
Well the paper was do on the Friday before September and he said we’d get them back on Tuesday. so I went to class on Tuesday and he said the papers were wrote really good. So he handed them out and I was pretty nervous because he reads the grades out loud in front of the whole class.
so he is handing them out and everyone is getting good grades and then he calls my name and says “this is the worst paper you have written for me” and then he said a whole bunch of the problems (bad grammar ect.) I made.
then at last he said “and the most annoying problem you made was you forgot the period on the starts of some of your sentences” and he yelled “YOU ALWAYS NEED A PERIOD”
and then right there in front of the whole class my period blood started to come out. I was wearing white pant and everyone saw it. It was like someone throwed a really slimy jelly donut on my crotch area. Super embarrassing.
So now I need advice,' I was wearing white after labor day, and everyone saw. What should I do?

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The Kara no Kyoukai BD box set will be released for $400.

"What, indeed, is money?" I asked.

She flipped her long auburn hair with the casual elegance of a spider walking among snakes, and began to speak.

"Currency is a system that man has devised in order to give his efforts-- which you and I understand are ultimately meaningless on the astral scale, but the thrashing of a fly whose legs have yet to be torn off--"

(I recalled that like the dinosaurs, humanity would eventually be destroyed by some mundane natural occurrence like a meteor: we were too insiginificant for gods to take notice of.)

"--value. The wealth number, such as it is, can be increased by work and decreased in exchange for goods and services, like our morning tea and the maid who brings it to us."

And indeed, the frills she wore. I understood this concept. It was like the use of male reproductive liquids in the magical world. In a corner of my mind, I began a series of calculations that would eventually result in my magical wealth number.

"A box set of the Japanese animated feature film series Kara no Kyoukai on Blu-Ray Disc will cost the big brothers in America four hundred of their dollar-bills. Each film would cost fifty of these strange paper strips."

This is more than the typical American big brother pays for a motion picture recorded onto any sort of discus, and many are concerned that there will be no papers left for them to ward off demons with. In Japan, 100,000 big brothers paid even more yen-coins for their discs, but as they view the discs less as a practical item than as religious offerings of an odd sort, they are pleased."

I'd made up my mind. I had to ask her.

"Sis--"

"Yes, simpleton?"

A hint of joy was mixed with her disdain.

"I want to buy Kara no Kyoukai. Is there a way to exchange my semen for some of these dollar-bills?"

She paused, blushing.

"That is possible."

"おげようごります"。
Oh shit, what did she say? She said something! To me! But I wasn't con –
"おげんきですか"。
OK, OK, I know this one. Where have I heard it before? Naruto 43? Oh god she's so hot –
"わたしのなまえは かお です"。
Fuck, I couldn't find the right words. Was it oro? Was it dattebayo? Was it anata baka?!?
"おなまえはなんすか"。
You know what, it doesn't even matter! Her voice sounds as good as she looks. I don't need to say anything. I could do this forever. This is goddamn bliss.
"..."

For 23 years and 11 months had I suffered them, the ignorant gaijin back home who sickened me with their microwaved culture and their materialism. The spindly losers in the anime club who cared only for anime and not a whit for the superior monoethnic culture to which it was endemic. Well no more. Fucking zettai no more. I touched down in the country I was certain I had lived all my previous lives, no doubt as a badass ronin samurai ninja or some shit. I had never been here, but I had returned.

Nippon-sama, tadaima!

No sooner had I left the airport when I saw the woman of my dreams. She confirmed my every hope, my every ideal of this great land. The light coming in through the sakura backlit her like a full body halo. She was made of demure and soft spoken. Of bowing and bento.

Of Japan and perfect.

My heart started doki doki-ing all over the shop. And then she saw me! Spotted me in the crowd! Well, of course she did, I was like a head taller than the fucking hobbits they call men around here. I was in no state of mind to meet her gaze, and tried to look away but I was paralysed. She was just so ... prettyu ...

And just like that she started walking over. Her walk was just pure concentrated sex. If you poured a glass of it sex fumes would just rise right off the top. I loved the way the light danced unevenly over her pristine porcelain skin as she walked. The way she did more for me by showing just her shoulders than any American girls could by showing their entire gaping cleavage for all the world to SEE THIS YOU SHOULD TAKE NOTES, THIS IS WHAT SEXY IS YOU FUCKING WHORES -

She suddenly seemed apprehensive, like she was cautious of what she wanted to say next. Loveu loveu confession desu?!
"Yes, what is it?" I blurted out.
"OH HEY MAN YOU SPEAKING ENGLISH?"
"What?" What?
"OH YEAH YOU DOES HAY NICE I LIKE."
No. NO! This was not coming from her mouth. It couldn't be.
"OH HAY YOU FROM AMERICA I LIKE. SO COOL! FUCK!"
no no no no no no
"I LOVE ALL AMERICA MOVIE AND SERIE. OH HAY DO YOU WATCH FRIENDS YES. ROSS AND RACHEL. COOL!"
"Um ... pleasu speaku Japanesu."
"NO ENGLISH MUCH BETTER I LEARN MANY YEAR AND COLOUR HAIR TO LOOK LIKE HILLARY DUFF. SO CUTE! FUCK!"
"I CAN SPEAK JAPANESEU SO ONEGAI PLEASE SPEAK JAPANESE TO WATASHI!"
"MORE INTENSITY LOGER MOORE RIP MY STOCKINGS RIP MY STOCKINGS LOL"

>>6625242
Areyoufuckingseriousjapan?

Do they even include the special box, booklets, and soundtrack CDs like the single releases had?

One day I have been to Yoshinoya in the neighborhood,Yoshinoya.
So many people were there that I couldn't sit on the chair .
Then, I looked at the banner well,it was written " 150 yen discounted "
Are you fool?
Or are you poor?
Hey boy ! Don't come to Yoshinoya you don't usually come in because of 150 yen discounted.
How silly you are! It's just 150 yen discounted and it is 150 yen!
There are some families. 4 persons, all of the family, come to Yoshinoya?
Hahaha,,it's so funny.
The father said "Well, I shall order Tokumori". This situation looked ugly and poverty.
Oh boy ! They must leave the seat because I give them 150 yen.

It should be bloodier.
Is it not strange that I and one who sat opposite side of U type table start fighting.
It is cool that situation I will kill him or I will be killed by him.
Girls and kids should keep away.

Well, as soon as I had sat barely, a man who had sat beside me said
"I want Tokumori Tsuyu-daku"
So I gotta angry again."Hey boy ! With too much sauce is not popular now."
He was stupid to say "Tsuyu-daku" with the happiest simle.
I wanted to ask him "Do you really want to eat it ?",
and to question colosely, and to interrogate for about one hour.
I thought him just wanted to say "with too much sauce".

A specialist of Yoshinoya, I'd like to say that the finest order is "Negi-daku".
That is the coolest.
"Omori Negi-daku with a fresh egg "
it is the most popular style of us, the cult of Yoshinoya.
Negi-daku is full with much onion.
Instead of that it's with mere beef.This is so good.
And it with a fresh egg. This is the best.

However there is an accident you will be on the staffs' mark next time,if you order one.
It is a sword which has sevral blades.
It is not recommendable for the laymen.
You, poor laymen, had better eat regular meal with beef and salmon.

HM waited. The discolights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were Asian women in the neighbourhood. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Walt Kowalski were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
HM was an operator for fourteen years. When he was young he wore an East German uniform and he said to dad "I want to be an operator daddy."
Dad said "NEIN! You will EMIGRATE TO USA"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in his neighbourhood he knew there were Asian women.
"This is Walt" the radio crackered. "You must be be racist against Asian women!"
So HM gotted his drop-leg holster and bumped into Asian women.
"I BAKED YOU LASAGNA" said the Asian women
"I will seduce him" said the hottest Asian woman and she bedded HM. HM spermaed at her and tried to pull out just in time. But then he failed and she became pregnant and he was not able to be racist and pop pills.
"No! I must be racist against Asian women" he shouted
The radio said "No, HM. You are the Asian women"
And then HM was fucked.

True story: Daughter of a pair of university professors in China (the wife of the brother of my friend) is at my house. Long story short, she is holding a 70-year-old, pristine, World War II rifle.

Her: "What is it?"
Me: "A perfect example of a WW-2 rifle from Finland."
Her: "Is it worth anything?"
Me: "It's very rare and collectible, so it's worth several hundred dollars."
Her: "So you can just make a lot of these then and sell them."
Me: "Well, I dunno, there's very unique stampings in the metal that make it authentic and each one is unique."
Her: "So you can make your own stamps."
Me: "..."

THE FIRST AND MOST IMPORTANT THING I CARRY EVERY SINGLE DAY IS MY GUN, BECAUSE YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN A TERRORIST NAZI COMMUNIST NIGGER MIGHT TRY TO RAPE/MUG/KILL ME!
THE SECOND IS MY CELL PHONE SO THAT I CAN ALWAYS CHECK FOR TEXT AND PHONE MESSAGES THAT I NEVER GET
THE NEXT IS MY MP3 PLAYER, EVEN THOUGH MY PHONE ALSO HAS MP3 CAPABILITY, BUT IT LOOKS COOL!
THE NEXT IS MY PDA, BECAUSE WITH MY BUSY SCHEDULE OF BROWSING 4CHAN AND FAPPING TO PORN IT'S HARD TO KEEP TRACK OF ALL THE OTHER THINGS THAT NEED TO GET DONE
THE THIRD IS MY LIGHTER, EVEN THOUGH I USUALLY DON'T HAVE ANY CIGARETTES IN THE PICTURE. I TRY TO DO TRICKS WITH IT TO IMPRESS PEOPLE BUT I USUALLY END UP FAILING, AND PEOPLE LAUGH AWKWARDLY WHILE TRYING TO SAY THAT I DID OK.
NEXT I CARRY ANOTHER LIGHTER, JUST IN CASE MY OTHER ONE IS DAMAGED IN MY SHOOTOUT WITH THE ENEMY!
NEXT I CARRY A WATCH WITH 200 DIFFERENT FEATURES, 197 OF WHICH I NEVER USE.

NEXT I CARRY A BUNCH OF KEYS. A BUNCH. MOST ARE TO PADLOCKS I BOUGHT AND HAVE IN A TRUNK THAT'S LOCKED WITH A PADLOCK. IT MAKES ME LOOK IMPORTANT TO HAVE A LOT OF KEYS, THOUGH.
NEXT IS MY 50 MILLION CANDLEPOWER ELITE TACTICAL TOTALLY USED BY THE SEALS TACTICAL OPERATIONS FLASHLIGHT, FOR PLAYING WITH MY CAT.
NEXT IS MY WALLET, WHICH CONTAINS MORE MONEY THAN I ACTUALLY NEED IN CASH, BUT IT LOOKS COOL WHEN I HAVE ALL DAT PAPER. ALSO, LOOK I JUST HAPPENED TO HAVE MY ID SHOWING. I'M SO COOL TO HAVE "ACCIDENTALLY" PUT MY PICTURE ON THE INTERNET.
NEXT IS MY FOLDING TACTICAL 2.5" KNIFE, JUST IN CASE I RUN OUT OF AMMO OR AM ATTACKED BY A VICIOUS GANG OF CARDBOARD BOXES THAT NEED TO BE OPENED.
NEXT IS MY OTHER TACTICAL FOLDING KNIFE JUST IN CASE I HAVE TO LODGE THE OTHER ONE IN THE HEART OF AN ATTACKER!
NEXT IS MY MULTI-TOOL, JUST IN CASE I NEED TO REPAIR A JET OR SOMETHING.
LAST IS ANY SORT OF DECORATIONAL ITEM THAT I DON'T REALLY WEAR, BUT CARRY AROUND JUST IN CASE I'M ALONE SO THAT I CAN LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND THINK I LOOK COOL WITHOUT PEOPLE JUDGING ME.

Why are you spamming this thread exactly?

9mm Luger: European popgun round that’s only popular because the ammo is cheap for a centerfire cartridge. Cheap ammo is a good thing for 9mm aficionados, because anything bigger and more dangerous than a cranky raccoon will likely require multiple well-placed hits. Wildly popular all over the world, mostly in countries where people don’t carry guns, and cops don’t have to actually shoot people with theirs.

.45ACP: Chunky low-pressure cartridge that hogs magazine space and requires a low-capacity design (if the gun needs to fit human hands) or a grip with the circumference of a two-liter soda bottle (if the gun needs to hold more than seven rounds). Disturbingly prone to bullet setback, expensive to reload, fits only into big and clunky guns, and a recoil that has an inversely proportionate relationship with muzzle energy.

.40S&W: Neutered compromise version of a compromise cartridge. Even more setback-happy than the .45ACP, and setbacks are much more dangerous because of higher pressure and smaller case volume. Manages to sacrifice both the capacity of the 9mm and the bullet diameter of the .45. Twice the recoil of the 9mm for 10% more muzzle energy.

.357SIG: Highly overpriced boutique round that does the .40S&W one worse: it manages to share the capacity penalty of the .40 while retaining the small bullet diameter of the 9mm. Noisy, sharp recoil, and 100% cost penalty for ballistics that can be matched by a good 9mm +P+ load. Penetrates like the dickens, which means that the Air Marshals just had to adopt it…only to load their guns with frangible bullets to make sure they don’t penetrate like the dickens.

.38 Special: Legacy design with a case length that’s 75% longer than necessary for the mediocre ballistics of the round due to its blackpowder heritage. On the plus side, the case length makes it easy to handle when reloading the gun. This is a good thing because anyone using their .38 in self-defense against a 250-pound attacker hopped up on crack will need to empty the gun multiple times.

.32ACP: Inadequate for anything more thick-skinned than Northeastern squirrels or inbred Austrian archdukes. Semi-rimmed cartridge that is rimlock-happy in modern lightweight autoloaders. Doesn’t go fast enough to expand a hollowpoint bullet, and it wouldn’t matter even if it did, because the bullet would only expand from tiny to small-ish.

.44 Magnum: Overpowered round that generates manageable recoil and muzzle blast…if you’re a 300-pound linebacker with wrists like steel girders. Often loaded to “Lite” levels that turn it into a noisy .44 Special while retaining the ego-preserving Magnum headstamp. Considered the “most powerful handgun cartridge in the world” by people whose gun knowledge is either stuck in 1960, or who get their expertise in ballistics from Dirty Harry movies.

10mm Auto: Super-high pressure cartridge that beats up gun and shooter alike. Very brisk recoil in anything other than all-steel S&W boat anchors, with a shot recovery that’s measured in geological epochs for most handgun platforms. Often underloaded to wimpy levels (see “.40 S&W”), which then gives it 9mm ballistics while requiring .45ACP magazine real estate.

.380ACP/9mm Kurz: Designed by people who thought the 9mm Luger was a bit too brisk and snappy, which is pretty much all that needs to be said here. Great round if you expect to only ever be attacked by people less than seven inches thick from front to back.

.357 Magnum: Lots of recoil, muzzle blast, and noise to drive a 9mm bullet to reckless speeds in an attempt to make up for its low mass and diameter. Explosive fragmentation and insufficient penetration with light bullets; excessive penetration and insufficient expansion with heavy ones. Still makes only 9mm holes in the target.

5.7×28mm: Ingenious way to make a centerfire .22 Magnum and then charge quadruple price for the same ballistics. Awesome chambering for a police weapon…if you’re the park ranger in charge of the chipmunk exhibit at the zoo, and you want to make sure you can take one down if it turns rabid on you.

.25ACP: Direct violation of the maxim “Never do an enemy a minor injury”. Designed by folks who wanted to retain the bullet diameter of the .22 rimfire round, but take a bit of the excessive lethality out of it. Favored by people who don’t feel comfortable carrying anything more dangerous than the neighbor kid’s rusty Red Ryder pellet gun.

It’s late at night. The enemy is out there, lying in wait. Only he’s well protected, impervious to your advances, hidden deep inside his fortified bunker. Your mission is clear: you need that thing torn up. But your missile lacks heft, girth and thrust. Your answer? The HARDBUT.

Meet the Hard and Deeply Buried Target Next Generation Multiple Warhead System, known as — yes — the HARDBUT. It’s designed to go deep where others can’t, penetrating the most secure command centers, hardened infrastructure and “underground facilities including caves,” according to its manufacturer. As you might have presumed, it’s European, designed by the Euro mega-missile giant MBDA, with research cash for testing it provided by the French and British defense ministries.

And it performs under pressure. MBDA announced today that the HARDBUT missile successfully smashed through a “massive concrete target” on September 14. The company boasted that the HARDBUT “penetrated through and exited the rear face of the target, demonstrating a penetration capability significantly in excess of any warhead currently produced by MBDA.” It sounds like it’s been raring to go, having not gotten any action since its first test in May.

Unfortunately, we’ve only got the company’s word to go on in assessing the power of the HARDBUT. MBDA didn’t reveal how thick the concrete target was, nor how big the multi-warheaded missile actually is. Here in the U.S., the Air Force is getting ready to unleash a 30,000-pound Massive Ordnance Penetrator by 2012, and the Defense Threat Reduction Agency is bolstering its own bunker-buster capability. That’s on top of the 5000-pound “Divine Thunderbolt” missile that the Air Force already has. Can HARDBUT top their performance?

The jury’s still out on whether Americans or Europeans make the more effective penetrators. Still, judging from MBDA, the HARDBUT is certainly nothing to laugh at.

hello friends,

Last year I made the decision to trust my life on the street to Second Chance body armor. I got the level IIa because it stops the most rounds. plus I got the Trauma Plate for the front.

What scares me is that, although I can fit an extra trauma plate in the front, I cannot fit a second one in back. As of late I have taken to duct-taping a second trauma plate to the area of my back where the heart and vital organs are located. Then I put my vest on.

Here is the questions. The ducttape solution, although tactically sound, is hot and painful to remove. I would like to go to the single-plate solution in back. What I am worried about is repeated hits to that area with .308 ammunition. I have a high-risk security job and I fear that I would be the target for repeated long-distance shots to my back.

Are any of you aware of a thicker plate that could stop, say, .338 Lapua or something like that? Is there a better way to do the second plate?

BTW, I am, of course, usually carrying a pair of ceramic plates in my briefcase so that I can shield my head. My SO (we work as a team when necessary) has a similar accessory containing a breakdown NEF single-shot 300 WinMag with an 18" bbl. The plan is that I shield us with my body and “catch the rounds” while she assembles the NEF. I lay down covering fire with my 23 (Bar-Sto .357 Sig barrel) and she makes the long shots. I will then throw smoke grenades to obscure the area while continuing to lay covering fire. The problem, of course, is when I have to turn my back to run, and then the problem crops up.

Thanks!

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The Reptilians aren't aliens, they aren't even reptiles, so it's a misnomer. Their origins are in a breeding experiment of an evolution of Troodonic saurians which evolved brains around 70 million years ago, as well as developed civilization and an industrial culture sometime after that.

The name of these Troodonic sentient peoples sounds similar to Igigi but the vocalizations are somewhat off since human mouths can't make the sounds. Igigi followed a similar pattern of development to ours but they excelled at science since they had no concept of art or emotion. When resources became scarce they fought a nuclear war, as they lacked empathy and their version of WMD game theory was in its infancy, they fought with huge multi gigaton thermonuclear weapons as well as all types of biological and chemical warfare.

When the war was over most life on planet Earth was destroyed, we know this as the Cretaceous/Tertiary extinction event.

The winning side, if you can call it "victory", managed to outlast the war by putting their bodies in a state of deep hibernation (made possible by their understanding of biology and their saurian physiology) within underground bunkers. When they awoke it was decided that Earth wouldn't be capable of supporting life for hundreds of millions of years, if ever. So the Igigi boarded giant SSTO spaceships with the intent of leaving Earth. Once in space, Igigi traveled to Mars where they built space stations and space shipyards in orbit around Mars, all with the purpose of escaping this solar system. They took everything they had with them and finally left in 14 large interstellar ships for a nearby star system (unknown which). The travel there with the chemical engines of the era lasted many millions of years. The Igigi had to clone new bodies and transplant their minds into them over and over again, only to spend the entire lifetime of the cloned bodies in hibernation.

But it paid off.

When the city ships arrived, a civilization lasting thousands of years was created. War reared it's head many times between the inhabitants of the city ships, each of which served as a the capital of 14 great empires which carved out entire portions of the solar system they then inhabited. Over time, only three of the 14 empires remained in perpetual combat, others having either escaped the solar system to parts unknown, been absorbed into the three remaining ones, or having been entirely annihilated.

During this late era of the three empires, a small faction of religious extremists, Zealots, grew rich due to their shrewd business sense, they cornered the post-industrial market of all three empires and played them against one another for the Zealots benefit. They believed in an ancient ancestral home and worked in the background to secure (much improved) technology of interstellar travel, but most importantly, they worked to find out the original location of Earth which had been lost in time, buried somewhere in much damaged databanks of the city ships.

When one of the three remaining empires collapsed, the other two vied for who would gobble up the carcass of it in a huge war. The Zealots used the confusion of this time to escape in their new ship. It is unknown how long it took them to get here, and thus it is unknown when they arrived here, but it is known that due to malfunctions in the ships life support hibernation system many of them died on the way and only around 1000 survived

When the zealot Igigi arrived at Earth, they were surprised at the wealth and breadth of mammalian life, so many years were spent cataloging the change in their ancestral home.

Igigi may have detected the potential in early primates or may have simply stumbled upon naturally evolved humans, either way they involved themselves in early cultures by sending hundreds of their number down to Earth, into present day Persian Gulf (their landing place has been sunk). Using their fierce and strange appearance, they took the guise of spirits and gods which guided humanity to seek written language and civilization. Frustrated with our inability to think rationally (we were niggers at the time, half high on mushrooms) they gave us a version of Igigi language, which many people refer to as Sumerian. The Igigi saw that Sumerians built a type of pyramid called a Ziggurat which the saurians believed represented a desire to ascend into space. This desire for development was viewed as logical and good among the Igigi.

Some time later, the Egyptians developed a script independently, for which they were rewarded with help in building more perfect pyramids. The Igigi thought the Egyptians were made of the best stock of humanity, having achieved a civilization with little or no help from Igigi and having avoided falling prey to psychedelic mushroom based religion (Soma god/Siberians etc) like everyone east of Mesopotamia, the Igigi viewed this religion as irrational and damaging.
The saurians genetically engineered half breed Egyptian-Igigi to see if they could create more enlightened beings.

The hybrids looked exactly as humans, but had elements of Igigi physiology as well. This new race was capable of emotion, but could control it to a startling degree.
This is what we have come to know as the modern reptilian race.

This reptilian race traveled across the planet and rewarded various people by helping them build pyramids (which were never perfect) and permanent settlements. The Maya were rewarded for their knowledge of astronomy and devotion to Reptilians; Greeks for their arts, philosophies and warfare; Chinese for their love of civilization; Nubians for their successes in mercantilism and independent architecture; Polynesians for their ability to travel across oceans and so on.

But, the Igigi began to despise the (now) more numerous hybrid reptilians, viewed them as abominations which interfered in human development far too much. Thus the Reptilians acted preemptively and crashed the Igigi starship which was in orbit, they hunted down the remaining Igigi on the ground and for the longest time believed they had killed most of their creators.
Thus the reign of Reptilians continued for many years.

But then, the remaining few Igigi managed to cobble together biotechnology from the ship and artificially implant and accelerate the evolution of one human child which would begin a monotheistic religion that would threaten to topple Reptillian rule by destroying their system of government based on people believing them to be gods, demigods, deities and spirits. Igigi saw the success of this attack and promoted such religions across the planet. The terrible blow suffered to Reptillian power was exacerbated by the fact that the remaining Igigi cloned a human army to go after and exterminate the Reptilians.

Today? This war is still waged, although the Igigi have long lost the ability to clone humans, they still have armies of believers or brainwashed individuals and the old Igigi race has managed to create for themselves immortal bodies. The Reptillians on the other hand have never stopped trying to incorporate themselves in the monotheistic religion or human government by interbreeding, always thwarted by Igigi who have sent human recruits to do the same.

Thus the struggle.

How do I know all this? Because my friends, for the first 32 years of my life I was an Igigi slave. I was sent to infiltrate the leadership of India, but instead fell in love with a human who unlike me, knew nothing. I separated myself from the Igigi to start a family. We emigrated to America, Los Angeles belair specifically, where I still remain.

The long June twilight faded into night. Dublin lay enveloped in darkness but for the dim light of the moon that shone through fleecy clouds, casting a pale light as of approaching dawn over the streets and the dark waters of the Liffey. Around the beleaguered Four Courts the heavy guns roared. Here and there through the city, machine guns and rifles broke the silence of the night, spasmodically, like dogs barking on lone farms. Republicans and Free Staters were waging civil war.

On a rooftop near O'Connell Bridge, a Republican sniper lay watching. Beside him lay his rifle and over his shoulders was slung a pair of field glasses. His face was the face of a student, thin and ascetic, but his eyes had the cold gleam of the fanatic. They were deep and thoughtful, the eyes of a man who is used to looking at death.

He was eating a sandwich hungrily. He had eaten nothing since morning. He had been too excited to eat. He finished the sandwich, and, taking a flask of whiskey from his pocket, he took a short drought. Then he returned the flask to his pocket. He paused for a moment, considering whether he should risk a smoke. It was dangerous. The flash might be seen in the darkness, and there were enemies watching. He decided to take the risk.

Placing a cigarette between his lips, he struck a match, inhaled the smoke hurriedly and put out the light. Almost immediately, a bullet flattened itself against the parapet of the roof. The sniper took another whiff and put out the cigarette. Then he swore softly and crawled away to the left.

Cautiously he raised himself and peered over the parapet. There was a flash and a bullet whizzed over his head. He dropped immediately. He had seen the flash. It came from the opposite side of the street.

He rolled over the roof to a chimney stack in the rear, and slowly drew himself up behind it, until his eyes were level with the top of the parapet. There was nothing to be seen--just the dim outline of the opposite housetop against the blue sky. His enemy was under cover.

Just then an armored car came across the bridge and advanced slowly up the street. It stopped on the opposite side of the street, fifty yards ahead. The sniper could hear the dull panting of the motor. His heart beat faster. It was an enemy car. He wanted to fire, but he knew it was useless. His bullets would never pierce the steel that covered the gray monster.

Then round the corner of a side street came an old woman, her head covered by a tattered shawl. She began to talk to the man in the turret of the car. She was pointing to the roof where the sniper lay. An informer.

The turret opened. A man's head and shoulders appeared, looking toward the sniper. The sniper raised his rifle and fired. The head fell heavily on the turret wall. The woman darted toward the side street. The sniper fired again. The woman whirled round and fell with a shriek into the gutter.

Suddenly from the opposite roof a shot rang out and the sniper dropped his rifle with a curse. The rifle clattered to the roof. The sniper thought the noise would wake the dead. He stooped to pick the rifle up. He couldn't lift it. His forearm was dead. "I'm hit," he muttered.

Dropping flat onto the roof, he crawled back to the parapet. With his left hand he felt the injured right forearm. The blood was oozing through the sleeve of his coat. There was no pain--just a deadened sensation, as if the arm had been cut off.

Quickly he drew his knife from his pocket, opened it on the breastwork of the parapet, and ripped open the sleeve. There was a small hole where the bullet had entered. On the other side there was no hole. The bullet had lodged in the bone. It must have fractured it. He bent the arm below the wound. the arm bent back easily. He ground his teeth to overcome the pain.

Then taking out his field dressing, he ripped open the packet with his knife. He broke the neck of the iodine bottle and let the bitter fluid drip into the wound. A paroxysm of pain swept through him. He placed the cotton wadding over the wound and wrapped the dressing over it. He tied the ends with his teeth.

Then he lay still against the parapet, and, closing his eyes, he made an effort of will to overcome the pain.

In the street beneath all was still. The armored car had retired speedily over the bridge, with the machine gunner's head hanging lifeless over the turret. The woman's corpse lay still in the gutter.

The sniper lay still for a long time nursing his wounded arm and planning escape. Morning must not find him wounded on the roof. The enemy on the opposite roof coverd his escape. He must kill that enemy and he could not use his rifle. He had only a revolver to do it. Then he thought of a plan.

Taking off his cap, he placed it over the muzzle of his rifle. Then he pushed the rifle slowly upward over the parapet, until the cap was visible from the opposite side of the street. Almost immediately there was a report, and a bullet pierced the center of the cap. The sniper slanted the rifle forward. The cap clipped down into the street. Then catching the rifle in the middle, the sniper dropped his left hand over the roof and let it hang, lifelessly. After a few moments he let the rifle drop to the street. Then he sank to the roof, dragging his hand with him.

Crawling quickly to his feet, he peered up at the corner of the roof. His ruse had succeeded. The other sniper, seeing the cap and rifle fall, thought that he had killed his man. He was now standing before a row of chimney pots, looking across, with his head clearly silhouetted against the western sky.

The Republican sniper smiled and lifted his revolver above the edge of the parapet. The distance was about fifty yards--a hard shot in the dim light, and his right arm was paining him like a thousand devils. He took a steady aim. His hand trembled with eagerness. Pressing his lips together, he took a deep breath through his nostrils and fired. He was almost deafened with the report and his arm shook with the recoil.

Then when the smoke cleared, he peered across and uttered a cry of joy. His enemy had been hit. He was reeling over the parapet in his death agony. He struggled to keep his feet, but he was slowly falling forward as if in a dream. The rifle fell from his grasp, hit the parapet, fell over, bounded off the pole of a barber's shop beneath and then clattered on the pavement.

Then the dying man on the roof crumpled up and fell forward. The body turned over and over in space and hit the ground with a dull thud. Then it lay still.

The sniper looked at his enemy falling and he shuddered. The lust of battle died in him. He became bitten by remorse. The sweat stood out in beads on his forehead. Weakened by his wound and the long summer day of fasting and watching on the roof, he revolted from the sight of the shattered mass of his dead enemy. His teeth chattered, he began to gibber to himself, cursing the war, cursing himself, cursing everybody.

He looked at the smoking revolver in his hand, and with an oath he hurled it to the roof at his feet. The revolver went off with a concussion and the bullet whizzed past the sniper's head. He was frightened back to his senses by the shock. His nerves steadied. The cloud of fear scattered from his mind and he laughed.

Taking the whiskey flask from his pocket, he emptied it a drought. He felt reckless under the influence of the spirit. He decided to leave the roof now and look for his company commander, to report. Everywhere around was quiet. There was not much danger in going through the streets. He picked up his revolver and put it in his pocket. Then he crawled down through the skylight to the house underneath.

When the sniper reached the laneway on the street level, he felt a sudden curiosity as to the identity of the enemy sniper whom he had killed. He decided that he was a good shot, whoever he was. He wondered did he know him. Perhaps he had been in his own company before the split in the army. He decided to risk going over to have a look at him. He peered around the corner into O'Connell Street. In the upper part of the street there was heavy firing, but around here all was quiet.

The sniper darted across the street. A machine gun tore up the ground around him with a hail of bullets, but he escaped. He threw himself face downward beside the corpse. The machine gun stopped.

Then the sniper turned over the dead body and looked into his brother's face.

The T-34/T-35 was NOT a poor tank as most of the people on the board claim it was. The T-34/T-35 out of the USSR arguably won the Second World War on the absolute carnage that was the Eastern Front (where the USSR inflicted 90% of the Axis side's casualties). It was eons ahead of our horrible Sherman who had a knack for having its ammunition or fuel set on fire.

Easy point throughout history- Russia/former USSR has **always** made the world's best main battle tanks. They are very cheap, very fast, extremely powerful, 50 tons lighter than what we make, have high cruising range, numerous electromagnetic jamming devices, and extremely low profiles that make them extremely difficult to hit, and are more than capable of blowing ours and our NATO friends' ones up as evidenced in the 1973 Yom Kippur War with the Egyptians+Syrians VS. Israel in Israel's relatively disastrous campaign where, for once, Soviet and US/NATO equipment from the SAME time era fought each other, and the result for the West was unsettling.

That's all, thought I'd point that out. And if you don't believe me this is on Wikipedia, even, unchallenged for years, by American scholars.

The average T-72 with a 125mm smoothbore that can fire AT-11 Shtora ATM on it comes in at 50 tons. Most Western counterparts are 65 tons, and are designed for urban warfare and counterterrorism.

The East's tanks, however, are designed for a military campaign. (And do not bring up the Gulf War- that was 1986 technology- M1/M1A1- against 1955 technology- T-55).

Just some historical thoughts from my Cold War era essays and books.

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If the T-90 has the ability to remotely detonate magnetically-triggered land mines with an EMP generator, how come I can't do that in Bad Company 2?

That Irish sniper story was great. I'm sure I'd read it before, though.

25 QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS ABOUT THE "ATOMIC BOMB"

1. Is there any evidence that a thermonuclear device exploded over Hiroshima in 1945?

No, absolutely none. According to leading historians and physicists, the thermonuclear bomb was not invented until years after the supposed detonation over Japanese territory.

2. Is there any evidence that a uranium-based "atom bomb" was ever dropped onto Nagasaki, Japan?

Absolutely not. While many historians and journalists made this claim in the late 40's and early 50's, everyone now agrees that no such bomb ever exploded over Nagasaki. Yet there are some who still stubbornly cling to this supposed "fact."

3. What are the materials needed to make an "atom bomb?"

Uranium-238 and plutonium-239.

4. Aren't these materials radioactive?

Highly so. Anybody who attempts to use these materials is endangering his/her life.

5. Is it likely that nuclear scientists in the 40's would be handling uranium and plutonium?

This would be highly unlikely. Very few people felt so threatened by the Japanese to be willing to risk their lives on a theoretical chance of a superbomb that could end a far-away war a little sooner.

6. Aren't there witnesses to the atomic bomb in Hiroshima?

The only "witnesses" that could possibly survived this supposed explosion would have been blinded by the intense flash of light, so their testimony is quite unreliable and contradictory.

7. According to conventional historians, was the uranium bomb tested before supposedly being dropped over Hiroshima?

No. There was no testing whatsoever of a uranium bomb in Alamogordo or anywhere else before Hiroshima.

8. Isn't that strange?

Yes. Typical weapons are tested for months and years before deployment; there is no other weapon that according to the accepted "facts" deployed before any testing whatsoever.

9. How many witnesses are there for all of the atomic tests allegedly occuring during the fifties and sixties?

Very few, perhaps a few hundred, who claimed to have seen them.

10. What did the General Advisory Committee of the Atomic Energy Commission say in their report of October 30, 1949?

They recommended strongly against the development of what they called the "Super Bomb," which is simply a thermonuclear bomb. They said that "A super bomb might become a weapon of genocide."

11. Isn't this four years after Hiroshima and Nagasaki?

Yes. Obviously development of nuclear weapons occurred well after their supposed implementation in 1945.

12. Is radioactivity dangerous?

Everything is radioactive to some extent.

13. What was the triggering method of the bomb that supposedly was dropped on Hiroshima?

According to the standard historical accounts, it used a gun-assembly trigger.

14. Wasn't the gun-assembly method of triggering abandoned in the design stage?

Yes; according to these same sources the gun method would not work with uranium-derived plutonium-239 because some of the plutonium-239 absorbs a neutron to become plutonium-240, which undergoes spontaneous fission, all before supercriticality, causing a premature and very small explosion that is unusable for the very purpose that it was supposedly designed for!

15. How do conventional historians rectify these two "facts?"

They don't even attempt to.

16. How many books have been written about the atomic bomb?

Many hundreds, as well as thousands of articles in magazines and newspapers.

17. Why was Hiroshima "targeted," and not Tokyo?

Perhaps because no one had heard of Hiroshima, and no one knew anyone from there. It would be far more difficult to claim that Tokyo was bombed than Hiroshima and Nagasaki. In fact, most world maps from before "World War Two" do not even mention these cities at all.

18. How does Japan benefit from the "atom bomb" story?

As a direct result of the "war," Japan has received billions of dollars worth of US aid for its defense. Japan has essentially no defense budget, so it can pour resources through MITI into defeating the US economically, all while playing on the emotions of anti-"nuke" activists about the "horrors" of nuclear weapons.

19. Wow, I never thought of that. How else do the Japanese benefit from this story?

The Japanese now own major Hollywood studios, from which many war movies are produced. Also, they play upon our sympathy for the supposed "atom bomb" to blind us to the fact that this foreign nation had taken over our semiconductor industry, many California banks and practically the entire state of Hawaii.

This is all a part of the Japanese plot to take over the world. According to the "Protocols of the Elders of the Orient," this is a Japanese conspiracy all foretold by their ancient texts that very few Anglo-Saxons have the ability to read.

19. How many people are supposed to have died in the explosions?

It is hard to say. Some sources say 60,000 in Hiroshima, others say 140,000. No attempt has been made to rectify the various numbers.

20. How many people die annually from car accidents in the US?

Over 55,000.

>1. Is there any evidence that a thermonuclear device exploded over Hiroshima in 1945?

>No, absolutely none. According to leading historians and physicists, the thermonuclear bomb was not invented until years after the supposed detonation over Japanese territory.

I guess now people can stop trying to troll us with it.

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Where is this from? I must go to the source for delicious rage.

>"World War Two"

I chuckl'd

>>6625528
15 seconds on google.

http://www.davidicke.com/forum/archive/index.php/t-78200.html