things we would miss during the habbening
>Nowhere to swap stories of habbening events
>Nowhere to go for pics of chicks with guns
>Nowhere to go for advice when you have a firearms problem innawoods
>Nowhere to go period because no internet
>Just you and what you remember
>Not getting a ham radio so you can keep arguing about cartridge sizes well into the apocalypse
>Not getting a radio modem and scaring wanderers with creepy digital transmissions while you upload anthropomorphic A-10 porn to your fellow /k/ommandos
>>Not getting a ham radio so you can keep arguing about cartridge sizes well into the apocalypse
Holy fuck I wasn't prepared for this one.
It is ok, makes my stomach an hero though.
wut? you can upload things like pictures with a HAM radio? does it basically make you a small broadcasting station like a TV station?
Depends on how many you eat. At most I have eaten six at one time. Nothing happened.
>TFW White Castle opened in nearby town
>Dude I know went there three times on opening day
>almost 20 sliders on his own
>How he did not shit his intestines out, I don't know
Yeah. Instead of turning the wired signal you get into a digital signal and back for transmission, it turns audio into a digital signal and back, so you can broadcast information across vast distances.
>He has GiRL taped to the inside of his ammo can
>he faps to GiRL
I think I'd have a hard time adapting to the change of mentality. The loss of my privileged lifestyle. Right now I can pursue a variety of careers, travel, take up new hobbies, learn new things, buy cool things from around the world with a global economy. All that would change. Life would be about grim survival. I can't imagine adapting to that. Fight to survive. Acquire food. Have offspring. It sounds appealing in a way, but I imagine it would get to me. Best thing would to just stop myself from thinking and focus on what I needed to do.
>Oh god, I hear them banging on the door. I've only got 12 rounds of .45 left, I think this is it for me. Keep the fire alive.
>muh stoppin power bet you wish you had more bullets retard 9mm>.45
>9mm does not put down ghouls. FACT pic related itsokayitsonly9mm.jpeg
>Bullshit, you gotta hit em in the head. Shot placement>all. I'd rather have more capacity
>Oh god they ate my legs... I fucking hate you /k/
>needing a screen for your fapping materials
It's like you don't even know
>not fucking the trap
There's no risk of a pregnancy, why not?
>implying faggots dont participate in bestiality too
there is a difference between living a privileged life because you are living a good life, and being "privileged" because you are white or straight or some other form of superior person hood.
>having fapping material
>not having a harem
Like that matters. Just gag her and then do what you want. Then you can kill her and have a nice meal to share with your dog afterwards. Or you could kill her first, then have your way and then eat. Hell, just whatever order you want to do it in.
Total shit. The only people who like it are those who've never had good sliders.
I have Bates and Telway so I don't bother with White Castle bullshit. The only people I ever see in there are niggers. I don't mean blacks, I mean corn row 8XL basketball jersey shorts to their shins and moisturized with chicken grease niggers.
Cantaloupe. Specifically: cold cantaloupe slices.
This always reminds me of the Beastie Boys
Remember to always use dresses to confuse man-killing bullets, wigs for bonus protection.
>tfw I'm the only person I know who's actually seen this movie
I've always had a fascination with military technology. I moved out of state (to California of all places) for school. Played airshit for a little bit with friends I met there, even learned some shit from our veteran friends that played with us (one almost blew himself up with his own grenades in Desert Storm). A while after that, we got tired of all the kiddies flinging BBs and "CALL YOUR HITS" down the field, so we decided to get some real funs and do training and drills in outdoor ranges/the desert. We had "high capacity magazines" and disabled our bullet buttons (Raddlock) while in the desert, and it was pretty fun.
I was even waiting to be shipped to Navy BCT to become a Seabee a few years back after getting my degree (ASVAB was 91, but my GPA wasn't competitive enough for OCS), but some dumbfuck 16 year old decided to speed through a red light and ruined that plan. The little shit's mom is even trying to sue me.
If shit ever went down, you should find them and kneecap those fuckers and take out all your sexual frustration on the mom. Like anally.
Cause punks that rekt people's shit by speeding through redlights and having their mommies try to bust them out is rapeable by death.
That you for reminding me that I don't have any potatoes right now.
I'd be lying if I said the thought never crossed my mind. Must've spent an entire week pushing back and forth with the recruiter to get me into CB.
Anyone looking to join the military, all you have to do is be a bit persistent about the spot you want (provided you can back it up by acing their practice ASVAB or whatever) and a spot will magically open up.
>tfw the apocalypse involves plane porn
I formed an opinion of my own cause I've always questioned authority. Which caused me to be pro-freedom
My mum is scared of guns, my dad isn't cause he used to be a cop and sees the need for them, but both think they need to keep registered, people need to be licensed, the police will look after them etc etc
but thats Australia for ya.
I want to be a wandering doujin man, with hentai manga in a sealed case with a combo only I know
>he doesn't own a satcom transmitter/receiver to /k/'s private satellite communication network
>be 8 months after the Happening
>neckbeards getting desperate for that old-timey feeling of shitposting on 4chan
>the new /k/ is a literally bulletin board with tacked-on notebook paper, post-its, and drawings and pictures
>several /k/ommandos be lying in wait in the tree line
>one man slowly emerges from the opposite side of the clearing
>he approaches the board and peruses through the current threads
>tearing one off and chucking it to the ground to make room for a new one, he posts a picture of a tank and asking "what is this?"
>the /k/ommandos from the other side of the clearing scope in on his post as he goes to pin it up
>the bolt of a mosin is heard and a shot rings out, hitting the shitposter in the head
>"you just got banned, faggot"
>Be inna apocalypse approx 6 months after the habbening
>going through the woods
>suddenly spot what looks like a heavily fortified outpost
>flag on the outpost is pic related
>man on a gaurd tower spots me
>doesn't shoot, instead waves me over
>He yells "A nu Cheeki Breeki!"
>I respond with "Iv damke"
>"Welcome fellow Commando"
>Doors open, followed by smells of cosmoline, vodka, and cheetos
>Spot men trading gear and bartering with dragon dildos and and ammunition
>Obvious traps go into a red painted shed with other men
>There is a large posting board in the middle of the outpost
>I've come home
This, and sleeping in on time off work. If you sleep in during the habbening, yo uwake up dead.
>hey I wonder what plants I can eat in my area
>oh look my phone with the internet
>I wonder how to stop a sucking chest wound
>oh look the internet
>I wonder how to fix this car
>oh look the internet
The slow, repetitive movement of her hips over his gun put him in state of ecstasy. The moment seemed to last for hours, then as suddenly as it started BBBRRRRRRAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
We would have to make a pact. When the habbedig habbens we will all agree that wherever we are, we will erect corkboards in central locatrions. there on those boards will be sticky notes and black and green pens. the board will have sections entitled
>lol only 9mm vs 40 sahort and weak vs fuddy five stronk
>hey guys look at this new gun i bought, howd i do (gun is obviusly a toy replica)
>870 vs 500
>glocks and why they are the best/worst or hand removal general (glockfags will have trouble posting with one hand)
>Hey guys Im canadian, look what you cant buy
write whatever you want on the notes
pic related will be xeroxed thiousands of times and left at the boards for convenience
Resturants, mostly. Food is my weakness, nostalgia another, and I'd honestly cry if I woke up tomorrow and oh hey, gotta say goodby to the old diner down the street and the sassy morning waitress.
>I just turned 50
How the fuck can you stand hanging around on a board with us idiots? You're old enough to be my dad
Sup nigga, Decatur here, 404