I met Ian on a shooting range once, he was just wailing on this girl, I tried to intervene, but. . .without breaking eye contact with the poor woman, he drew out a luger, the barrel rested on my forehead. I was terrified. He continued harassing the woman, blow after blow, something about "ethics in historic militaria journalism" I can't remember, when the ordeal was over and Ian finally acknowledged my existence, his finger tightened on the trigger, old hinges creaked as ancient pistol prepared to fire, I lost control of my bladder, cold, merciless eyes held my gaze, and he said:
"Hello. My name is Ian. And today we are . . .
delet this. ian wouldn't hurt a fly
>>33990173
Got his intro wrong boss.
Anyone have that webm of someone slapping Ian's ass at a match?
>>33990196
of course
>>33990216
>you will never grab a handful of Ian's perfect ass
>>33990216
so autistic but so majestic in his reaction at the same time
I love Ian.
No homo.
>>33990216
context?
>>33990365
Some guy grabbed his ass
>>33990365
The guy who runs Vuurwapen Blog took a dare to grab a piece of Ian. Ian, being Ian, let his kettlebell do the talking.
>>33990240
Feels bad
>>33990173
I saw Ian at a 7/11 one time
> I was picking out some snacks when he walked in
>He walked over to the bathrooms and cut in front of everybody in line barging into the women's bathroom and shutting the door.
>I went back to my task and picked out a can of red bull and gummy worms and made my way over to the counter.
>As I pulled out my wallet to pay I exposed my holstered glock, suddenly a voice rang out form behind me; "Pathetic"
>I turned around to find that I was nose to nose with Ian himself.
>As I stared into his eyes he proceeded to say "This right here is what you want" as he pulled out a Hudson 9™.
>I shook my head and stammered "n- n- no I think I'm happy with what I have."
>Ian's face contorted into primal rage, his eyes burned with a fiery anger, and I feared for my life.
>He scoffed and pushed me aside turning his attention to the cashier.
>He demanded a pack of Marlboro Reds and when he got them he turned back to face me.
>He lit one in the store and locked eyes with me "Smoking kills, kid..." he said as he flicked the cigarette onto my jacket.
>He then proceeded to take my red bull and exit the store.
>As he climbed into his Kübelwagon he lit another cigarette and winked at me.
>He sped off into the night and I haven't seen him since.
>>33992921
>Kubelwagon
>sped off
The rest is believable.
>>33990173
I actually did meet Ian at a 2-gun match. He was fine, conversed like a normal human being, and even joked around. Karl on the other hand was a grumpy bastard and barely spoke 2 words to anyone.
>>33993421
Lies. Karl is pretty talkative during 2gun ACM matches.
>>33993467
It wasn't at his AZ local 2gun ACM. It was at the HaH2G in Utah.
>>33993642
He was probably busy thinking about how to get footage for InrangeTV.
Ian wasn't, so there's your explanation.
>>33992921
>>33990173
>Ian NOT carrying a Schwarzlose 1898 pistol
Otherwise these are perfect.
>>33993642
>>33993672
I can see Karl being the type of guy that's extremely serious about his goals, and was probably trying to stay in the zone for the competition.
>>33992921
kek
How do I convince Karl and Ian to be my dads?
>>33993955
You can be competitive and in the zone but it's very hard to do it nonstop when you are sitting waiting for your run for an hour.
I came in this thread hoping for an "electrical interfetterence" pasta...
>>33994016
you dont anon, they choose you
>>33990173
I like Karl
>>33990216