Alright /k/ i'm sittin here with my dremel and an engraving tool. I'm making this thread in honor of the last anon with the AR magazine.
Whoever happens to roll a double will have their post etched into the stock set of my AKM in a location of their choosing, handguard upper or lower, or stock.
triples gets to choose whatever they want but must screencap their post for proof.
Please keep it to under 4 words as the engraving takes up a bit of space.
I also have shitty handwriting and am new to engraving so be happy with what you get.
I have 9pm PST, and will continue this tomorrow if you guys want.
hi every1 im new!!!!!!! holds up spork my name is katy but u can call me t3h PeNgU1N oF d00m!!!!!!!! lol…as u can see im very random!!!! thats why i came here, 2 meet random ppl like me _… im 13 years old (im mature 4 my age tho!!) i like 2 watch invader zim w/ my girlfreind (im bi if u dont like it deal w/it) its our favorite tv show!!! bcuz its SOOOO random!!!! shes random 2 of course but i want 2 meet more random ppl =) like they say the more the merrier!!!! lol…neways i hope 2 make alot of freinds here so give me lots of commentses!!!!
DOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <--- me bein random again _^ hehe…toodles!!!!!
love and waffles,
t3h PeNgU1N oF d00m
>Not doing something cool like norse runes
Fucking fail. Get pagan, bitch.
I have no vice, and I'm doing this freehand. Sorry if this displeases you.
>"g"s are fucking hard to do. god damn.
OK gais, I'm gonna try to make this good... I'm thinking the word "Coexist," but the O is a star of David and the X is a swastika
It was a filename with this image somebody posted.
Opie, Trips has spoken. Coexist. Star of David. Swastika. Do eet.
Holy shit not even the nigger stuff is that bad
You're a real asshole, anon
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way--in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
There were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a plain face, on the throne of England; there were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a fair face, on the throne of France. In both countries it was clearer than crystal to the lords of the State preserves of loaves and fishes, that things in general were settled for ever.
It was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Spiritual revelations were conceded to England at that favoured period, as at this. Mrs. Southcott had recently attained her five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic private in the Life Guards had heralded the sublime appearance by announcing that arrangements were made for the swallowing up of London and Westminster. Even the Cock-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after rapping out its messages, as the spirits of this very year last past (supernaturally deficient in originality) rapped out theirs. Mere messages in the earthly order of events had lately come to the English Crown and People, from a congress of British subjects in America: which, strange to relate, have proved more important to the human race than any communications yet received through any of the chickens of the Cock-lane brood.
Among other public buildings in a certain town, which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and to which I will assign no fictitious name, there is one anciently common to most towns, great or small: to wit, a workhouse; and in this workhouse was born; on a day and date which I need not trouble myself to repeat, inasmuch as it can be of no possible consequence to the reader, in this stage of the business at all events; the item of mortality whose name is prefixed to the head of this chapter.
For a long time after it was ushered into this world of sorrow and trouble, by the parish surgeon, it remained a matter of considerable doubt whether the child would survive to bear any name at all; in which case it is somewhat more than probable that these memoirs would never have appeared; or, if they had, that being comprised within a couple of pages, they would have possessed the inestimable merit of being the most concise and faithful specimen of biography, extant in the literature of any age or country.
I think you need to leave now, you won't really 'fit in' around these parts.
I will do that, but it's going to take me a while. I also have to shower and go to bed soon, If all else fails I will post tomorrow. I'll also carve any other dubs/trips while i'm gone and upload all the photos tomorrow for your viewing please. I'll still be here for a bit.
>have an executive suite in hell
OH GOD WHAT IS GOING ON
I'm glad someone rolled it, I did it anyways.
this was crazy as fuck
Claire's face looks like its been hit by a bus
rolling for Claire's face got hit by a bus
> not using a pencil and masking tape to straighten and perfect the lettering.
Because nothings funnier than that text in fine fancy ass cursive
rolling for dickbutt on the stock
wat is even going on here?
Satan pls go and stay go
THIS IS CLAIRE'S FACE.
ALSO PLEASE ROLL FOR CLAIRE'S FACE.
Literally who? Why is she relevant and why should I give a fuck?
REROLL FOR CLAIRE
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
By the way, reroll for Claire's Face Bus Accident
You have a point.
Roll for "The Burned Man Walks."
As Lord Inquisitor of Hell, I accept you into my ranks. If you surpass my 3 trips and 2 dubs this thread, I will bend my knee to you.
3 trips to go.
Can someone do me a favor and put all the ones I missed so far into a list so i can finish later? either that or I can go through again tomorrow.
This is the last one for the evening guys. I'll try and do the rest tomorrow. I have to go to bed, been sleeping like shit lately.
I hope you guys had fun tonight, and I hope at least one of you screencapped some of this fun.